Cyn
Denizen
Existence questionable.
98 posts
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Post by Cyn on Jun 23, 2015 2:27:30 GMT -8
Scribbled on halfway organized scraps of paper is a haphazard, if elegant scrawl apparently written for the purpose of keeping some notes on day to day activities.
Today was of interest.
In the interest of time, I shall be concise.
Firstly, I learned that the vast majority of people are simply too slow-witted to understand that when I inform them that they stink, it is a constructive offering of information. Clearly, they would not still -stink- if they were to be made aware.
Secondly, the smelly elf struck me. Relanis. He is proving to be more canny than I originally assumed; no more crossing lines with that one. Potentially poisoning the both of us in order to halt his rage was a foolish risk, and not one I wish to take again. We may both perish still, but for now...I will assume that the night ended in success.
To note a positive, the darkened caves beneath the city are quite acceptable to my tastes. Few traverse the area, though I have not ventured further than my own place of residence as of yet.
Perhaps tomor
The writing stops suddenly, as if the writer fell asleep.
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Cyn
Denizen
Existence questionable.
98 posts
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Post by Cyn on Jun 23, 2015 2:29:05 GMT -8
Day four.
The idiot dragged me across half of the island today. Everything hurts. In the end, the simple-minded nincompoop wanted nothing more than to show me a deer he killed for our work.
A part of me wished to kill him. Admittedly, I have to admit it is much more useful to keep him alive...while I will not forget this immediately, I will endeavor to forgive.
Nevertheless, I will be sore for many days from this experience. Drow are not creatures intended to 'bounce', and stone steps are not a pleasant medium to bounce upon.
As I was dragged, I could not help but realize that it appears Relanis smells even more poorly in his altered form.
The situation is beginning to spiral out of control.
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Cyn
Denizen
Existence questionable.
98 posts
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Post by Cyn on Jun 23, 2015 2:29:20 GMT -8
In a rapid scrawl lacking the typical elegance the Journalkeeper's handwriting typically bears, a short list of bullet points is laid out, followed by a barely legible scrawling paragraph. Within the margins of the page, notes in some strange runic language are visible, if unreadable.
- Potentially Abyssal in nature.
- Thick with magic.
- Bestial.
- No defined shape, with the exception of claws.
- Attacks heralded by a loud snapping noise, followed by a primordial growl.
- Indistinct howling noted in the vicinity suggests this creature is not the only one of its kind.
Evidence suggests that this is a creature I have yet to encounter in my research. With my debt paid, I will begin pursuing the path I hope leads to its capture. This must be studied further, the sheer knowledge I could gain simply based on how the beast moves is astounding. I have yet to see the Harbinger again as of yet, and she will certainly insist upon the beast's destruction.
This will not do.
I must be creative.
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Cyn
Denizen
Existence questionable.
98 posts
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Post by Cyn on Jun 23, 2015 2:40:21 GMT -8
It appears the Journalkeeper has calmed down, if for no other reason than because his script is once more elegant and flowing, and inscribed on a clean piece of parchment unmarred by any sort of unidentifiable stains.
Much has occurred since last I took the time to record my thoughts.
Life on the surface progresses much more quickly than I would have once imagined; the Matrons would have us believe that all surface creatures perform heathen rituals beneath the sun, and bathe in the blood of any who show distaste towards their obnoxiously bright God of daylight.
For the most part, I have found this to be incorrect.
Today was a productive one. Mostly. The Lady requested my presence on her Council as representative of all my kind within the city of Aberwyth. This is a mixed blessing, in my eyes. On one hand, it is a measure of political and social power which can be exploited, if I am very cautious.
On the other, if a female of my kind hears of this, she will surely hunt me until I am dead.
Reminder: Send a messenger to speak with the females.
In conclusion, I have come to the decision that all Faunkind belong to some malicious organization hell-bent on causing trauma to any and all creatures they may come across. It is truly a wonder undefinable that few others appear to react to their presence in the same manner as I. I will assume they have simply not had occasion to reach this enlightening conclusion as of yet.
Additionally, they are surely in league with Dwarves.
This bears further observation...from a very healthy distance.
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