Dissilio 24th 9400 A new man moved in next door. It's strange seeing someone who is not Concordian live within our city. Mother says we are a welcoming people, but we are not very diverse here. I am guessing it is why I want to leave here so badly. If not for this man, I might have left last night... I know, I am supposed to write down everything, even the bad, but I will not. Not this time. This time, I will do as I always do, and come to terms with it on my own. His name is Floyd and he is an animal folk. That is how he out it anyway. He has cat ears atop his head rather than normal ears. And he has a tail that he lets flail around. He says it has a mind of its own. His teeth look sharp, but he is rather friendly. He says he moved to Concordia because of all his travels every year for the festival. I vaguely remember. Though I pestered him to tell me what it is he plans this year, he didn't reveal it. He told me it was a secret. A secret that might make my teeth hurt. Had he not smiled, I might have been concerned.

Dissilio 21st, 9400 As the end of the month draws near, I am reminded of all the things I did not accomplish, yet again. I did not finish my school work. I did not attend every class. I did not buy my parents gift. I did not leave the house every day. I did not clean my room. I did not obey my parents to the best of my abilities. I did not keep my mind in check. I wish that there was a person who was more familiar with the thing that happens to some of us. I do not believe it is something to be feared. I think that, if someone would just give us a chance, they would realize that not all of us are bad. We are not born bad. We are just born different. There are only three of us now. I don't know if that is a bad thing. Sometimes, I wonder if they are right. Maybe that is why they do not try and figure it out? I can't ask my parents. My mother just kisses my forehead and tells me everything is fine. My father refuses to answer me. It's like he doesn't see me when I ask about it. I want to write more. As my mother said, this is a good way to remember things. But...they days are getting harder. I don't know why they are, all of a sudden, getting to me. There really has to be more out there. There has to be someone that is not afraid of us. Right?

Another day and another entry into this journal. It is working somewhat when it comes to keeping my thoughts organized enough to make sense. I am still searching for Lyanna but somehow she is keeping under the radar. I cant find any information about where she might be. I know i need to stay away from her for Vincents sake but i have to find her. The castle is so empty without my family..... On a happier note The school is finished. I wanted to open it as soon as it was complete. that plan was scratched when i found out Quenya was getting married. She is not only getting married but its to Falvir of all people. I dont mean to sound like i hate the man, its quite the opposite in fact. I love Falvir like he is family he just likes to get into trouble. I already told him that if he hurts Quenya there is nothing in any realm that would stop me from killing him. She is my oldest friend and i want her to be happy, I cant expect her to follow me her entire life. I seemed to have gone on a tangent now where was i....Ah yes the school. I will be opening the school the day of Quenyas wedding, it wont be a grand opening i dont want to take the attention way from her. I hope Quenyas life with Falvir is a great one and filled with happiness. Once everything is settled with Lyanna and Vincent i think i will ask for her hand. She is the love of my life and i never want to be without her.

20th of Ignis. Year I still haven't found that out, yet. The year. I'm waiting for someone to drop it in conversation. For it'd look rather odd to have to ask, I wager. And I have time to wait. But, life...or, death as it were, is quiet in the village. I had a run in with a hunter, a few days ago. The scene could have went worse, I suppose. I'd gotten entirely too relaxed in my habits and awareness when I hunt, and he snuck up on me while I was feeding on a deer. He had something of a marvel in his hands-- A musket. I didn't know those existed yet, no one in the village has one. But, that does give me ideas for a few gifts. Of course I'd have to train Renna and Lannis on how to not shoot each other or anyone else, but I imagine a musket or two would do this town good. For hunting, and for inevitable defense. The surrounding forest has been quiet for some while, but its just a matter of time before some new predator wanders in after the livestock or children. Little do they know a predator is already here, as confused and ill as she is, but this is her den. Her territory. I'm leaving tomorrow for Ferax Villum, It'll be the first time I've left the village. There's a strawberry farm that had extensive enough trouble that they put out wanted posters. As silly as this sounds...That strawberry farm needs help. Who am I kidding, here?... I'm crossing the continent, to help a strawberry farm? One wrong judgement and I catch the sun, and that's it for me. No one back home will know I'm dead, Breg, Dayvin, no one. Would they miss me? Would they go back to doing things how they did, or would there be a rocking shockwave through the village? Reading this back it sounds terribly self-centered, but I truly do worry for them should I perish one of these nights. It just occured to me as well that I referred to this as home. That, feels so wonderful. I have a home... Got to cut this short, the woodworker's girl is on her way upstairs. I forgot I was going to tell her stories tonight for bed.

The tale of Silver Drafaylum and his companion Quenya Drafaylum. I figured it was time to finally write down my history, I dont have much of a family history to be honest. I am a being of the void so history is not really something we think about. Echoes from everything exist here, I have ran with creatures so old even the gods have forgotten about them. I have feasted on the flesh of things that will never exist again. My story is not really the one I want to talk about, I want too write down the history of Silver Drafaylum. He is my closest friend and refuses to have his story put to paper. I have asked him over and over to do it himself but he always says no. He always had a different reason and I knew each of them to be a lie. He wants to ensure the older generations of his family are forgotten. The Drafaylum Family have been the cause of some of the greatest calamities in their home realm. The founder of his family created some of the darkest spells and creatures on his path to becoming a dark lord. I wont get into all of that just yet I want to explain how I am the best person to write down Silver's history and his family. I was born with mana sickness, its cause is unknown and it cannot but cured. It is a rare disease that causes your normally intangible mana to solidify into a strange goo. Silver was going to be born with it as well. Our fathers put their heads together and figured out how to bind our souls together in one body. It would allow us both to live but not without difficulty. We are still affected by the sickness but it will never kill us. We might have separate bodies but our souls will always be connected, this gives us the ability to speak to each other no matter where the other is. It also allows us to share memories, we do not keep much from each other. Now that that is out of the way lets get started on what is going to be a long story. I would start off with Silvers life but I feel we need to start further back. I am talking way back to when the elves were just starting to become civilized. I need to tell you about the founder of the Drafaylum family. Their founder was a strange human looking man who just washed up on the frozen shores outside of the elves new capitol city. The only possession he had besides some clothes was a strange leaf. It was mostly grey with red and black lines running through it. Nothing like it existed in this realm. The elves didnt know what to make of the man but they helped him anyway. How he survived the frozen seas was a mystery, even the snow elves refused to swim in the water for more than a few minutes. He was in a coma for months but when he awoke he held no memories about how he ended up there. The elves took to calling him Leaf because of the leaf he was found with. That and he was very careful not to lose it. If he knew what it was Leaf never told anyone. The elves allowed him to live with them and he quickly became a well known figure in the city. He could often be found running his little potion shop. When he was not there you could find him exploring the city and just helping out whenever he could. After a few years he went from being a potion maker to the Queens right hand man. She had fallen ill with mana sickness. He was the only one that was able to cure her to the astonishment of everyone. This is the only known instance of mana sickness being cured. I cant say how true that is considering this is ancient history by now. After he cured the queen she went to him for everything. After a few years he was given the title of Potion master and given a seat on the queens council. He took that position and only climbed higher. His service to the crown brought him great fame and wealth throughout the kingdom. He served so well the Queen eventually awarded him a castle and his own lands to govern outside of the crowns control. He took the name Drafaylum and his fame grew as steadily as his family did. This is when dark rumors emerged about how him, many spoke of how if Leaf felt he as not being watched he changed. His jovial smile was replaced with a disgusted sneer and he seemed to give off a noxious mist. Even members of the Queens court spoke about how weird things would happen when he was around. Mostly it was glass breaking randomly, along with drinks turning foul moments after being poured. The Queen often stopped the rumors from spreading but even she noticed weird things about him over time. The biggest thing for her was how a human managed to live for over 2000 years. He never aged and his wounds never lasted longer than a day or two, even supposedly fatal ones. The Queen finally believed the stories when she experienced his true nature first hand. The story goes the queen was out riding a dragon she had nursed back to health when she saw a disturbing sight. The once beautiful garden of the castle was black and full of dark figures moving around Leaf. She could hear voices but the language was not native to this world. The longer she watched she saw all the plants turn to dust while a vile smell filled the air. She tried to get away but Leaf noticed her and somehow pulled the dragon from the sky. The Queen tried to scream and send up a flare spell but nothing happened. Hands clenched around her throat blocking the scream, while a wand pierced her chest. Leaf purposely cut the Queen off from her mana. When she did not return from her ride the elves feared the worst. They sent messengers to all the allies for information. The only reply was from Leaf. Enclosed in his letter was the Queens ring finger. The letter was short the only words on it being “ She is dead.” The queens council assumed the dragon killed her. The Queens eldest daughter knew the truth while the others made up stories. They had raised that dragon from a hatchling it would have never hurt her. The princess went to Leaf demanding answers but when she got there he took her to. When the princess disappeared the rest of the council finally knew the truth. They assembled a small army of 500 before marching on the castle. The army was greeted with the sight a horrible sight. The once beautiful Drafaylum castle looked like a gateway to hell. Corpses lined the roads leading to the castle while foul creatures fed on their bodies. The army fought their way through reanimated corpses and perverse dragon with limbs or wings. Their trials were not over. when they finally reached the castles main gate they saw their princess flayed and hung from the gates. She was not dead however, whenever she heard movement she would scream for help before passing out. This happened over and over until they decided to cut her down. They managed to remove her from the door and attempted to heal her but she was dead. Rage replaced fear they blew up the castle gates only to be greeted with the sight of mangled bodies and blood. Leaf had become obsessed with dark magic. His obsession drove him mad, it had reached a point he had taken to kidnapping villagers for experimentation. Those that were not killed out right were kept alive with the darkest magics. They fought through undead horrors and things that should never have been created. It took half the elves and hours to find their queen. She was never the same after what Leaf did to her, the once vibrant and joyous Queen was a broken shell. The stories that spread from this incident caused most people to avoid Drafaylum castle and the surrounding lands. The Snow elves did their best to keep Leafs evil contained but ultimately they failed. Even though they kept Leaf confined to his castle the seeds of his evil had been planted centuries before. The elves kept him imprisoned in his castle for 800 years before his allies had assembled an army to rival them. Ten thousand men marched against the elves and almost ended their entire race. The snow elves were save by the Obsidian Dwarves. This odd race of dwarves lived below the elven lands. They fought for the elves because if they fell, their race would follow. They managed to survive the battle but Leaf was now free to spread his evil with very few to stop him. The humans quickly fell under his spell and waged wars against the other kingdoms and races. They were often backed up by Leafs abominations made from those that died in battle. He plunged the world into darkness for over a thousand years, any that opposed him either joined him or died. Only the elder races were able to fight him off. The Snow elves sheltered all refuges of the war, The obsidian dwarves crafted all of the weapons and armor for their armies. The Fairies and spirit folk erected powerful barriers around the Snow elf lands. They aided any who requested it even if their numbers fell because of it. Things went well for the first few centuries but as Leafs allies grew they found it harder to keep up the fight. The tides turned when the Queen assembled a group of heroes for a mission that would most likely be their death. She lead them back to Drafaylum castle and deep into the castle where Leaf had been hiding ever since she had been freed. They fought through all the horrors directly to the man himself. Their fight could be heard for hundreds of miles. It kept up for days until two of the heroes exited the castle after defeating Leaf. One of the survivors was Leafs own grandson, and the other was the Queens second daughter. They were far from done with Leafs evil though, the pair spent the rest of their lives hunting down Leafs allies. Not only did they kill his allies they destroyed all the information the could on the man many would call the first dark lord. The new Queen gave the Drafaylum that helped her his lands back but no one but her ever trusted him. Leafs horrific legacy still haunts the Drafaylum family, The elves never forgot what happened and always reminded them. That was until Silvers father became the head of the family. He quickly grew to be an advisor for a queen as well. He was often looked down upon and spat at but with his influence the elves flourished and became a dominant power in the world. The good deeds of his father were only continued by Silver. It took over six thousand years but the Drafaylum name was respected instead of feared. I would go into a more in depth history of Silvers family but I actually dont know everything. That is information that Silver keeps from me, I know enough to give the broad strokes, I hope it makes sense. All I ask is please dont think Silver is some dark lord in disguise, he has fought hard to cleanse his family name. Not all of them followed Leaf in fact some of the heroes who finally defeated him were his descendants. Silver is descended from those who fought against him. If you want to know more you can try and pry it out of Silver but he probably wont budge. The next time I write in this journal it will be about Silvers life and how his path has brought him to a man who is just as evil as his demented ancestor.

Progress has been made. First and foremost, I've secured Jerome's soul and have entered an actual pact with him. He's suspended in the void at the moment, and in collaborating with him I've tapped into some wind elemency. We ended up accomplishing this after his disembodied soul appeared on that one Simulian holiday where the dead may roam the land. We accidentally broke into Silver's tower in a gambit to find a good enough jar to stuff him in. Silver nearly killed us, then bound my bird to a void crystal. I have no reason to complain at this point, especially since one way or another, I’m going to be able to bring him back. I failed to make any major leaps towards resurrection or teleportation in the months after Jerome died, but I was not entirely idle or useless. Improvements to my arcanas have been made, my best development from this period was being able to put myself back together and keep myself from falling apart with some spells I deciphered from a priestess's tome. I also found an augment for my draconic incarnation with spellcraft, though it’s terribly inefficient I feel. Met up with one of the Tokuro’s and gave them the bad news, they were the one with the Griffon. Rose was her name, got that wrong in one of my last entries. Around that time, an ally to that clan showed their head, a swordswoman going by Kaida. I’ll elaborate on her. Kaida and I agreed to cross swords when next we met up, and simply put, I got my ass handed to me. I fought well, but leaned too far into offense, or perhaps it was too little. My own failures aside, her fighting style was impressive. She used this incredible weapon that was part blade and part firearm, with an internal multi-purposed ammunition system enabling myriad skills. She also experienced some form of draconic awakening, and I can't deny the fact that I wish I got a better explanation. It can't be helped as it was spontaneous for her, but I’m envious. I'd actually developed some Hemomancy around that time, and got to test it out. This squalid blood of mine proved good material for the magic. Another factor that came up in the battle was The Presence. It first reared its head during the battle I lost Jerome in. I’ve since learned that it is rooted to the sword Korrianna gave me. I thought all was well until it directly possessed my arm during my fight with Kaida, though it did so to try and save me in the climax of the battle. I feel uncertain regarding it, but so far, it has shown me mostly benevolent intent. Unfortunately, I’ve also found that the Tokuros are just Gone. Missing without so much a word. Their base was a mess of ash and splinters when I last checked, and now there's said to be a lake there. I can succeed without their assistance, but that does not mean it was unwanted. I hope they’re well, wherever they are. I've met a handful of other interesting individuals, I feel it apt to take notes about them. Better for me to remember, too much going on upstairs. I forget exactly when but there was an outworlder elf named Iotex that I gave directions to. She carried with her technology the likes I’d not seen before, and it was a stretch to identify the magical properties. Her biology is strange as well, different from other elven kind I’ve met. My impression is that she’s talented at artifice, and though her line of magic is different from my own, she’s a fellow intellectual. It’d be nice to see how she’s doing, and if I could learn something from her. There’s something terrible roaming the castle’s halls. She Introduced herself as Lucaria, but I believe she goes by Celestine now. An aberrant union produced her and gave her the ability to tear apart reality itself as she saw fit. She made a sandwich I’d eaten materialize anew. It sounds ridiculous for me to say I fear her, but I know what I saw. These Eyes have yet to fail me. She’d actually come looking for my help, and I offered her some magic channeling advice. I plan to oversee her growth if I can. It’s a little harder to sleep knowing something like that lives nearby. I hope she doesn’t find a way into my demiplane. There’s a different newcomer, calls herself Valentina. Her magical prowess is particularly interesting, namely energy manifestation and transformation into solid weapons at levels I’ve barely scraped towards. I asked all I could, but she and her group that might’ve been scattered into this realm are all innate casters. She did tell me about one of her more unpleasant allies, and even asked that I attempt to humble them. They’ve dominion over the dark and even gravity itself, yet I feel undeterred. Perhaps I’m just looking for redemption after my last defeat. I must confess, natural born mages vex me. What takes them a wave of the hand or a minor incantation puts my mind to work in excess. There’ve been times when my head just wants to split open, and some will never know that pain. Even if I technically am one on account of my ancestry, I can’t help but envy them and what I cannot grasp. Even so, there’s something wonderful about them. Jerome brought with him the secrets of the dead, which led me on a treasure hunt for magical plunder. I looted two places, both with wildly different results. Wish Well was the first, and it was there that I saw the puppeteer, Simul’s own shadow. I don’t want to think about it, it makes my blood boil, and I shudder at being that close to death again. I hate that feeling. The second location I visited was nestled deep in the northwestern woods. This hunter snuck up on me, I came flying at them with lightning in my hand, yet I recognized them. Somewhere in the mess of clouded memories, I knew that face, and they remembered me too. Her name’s Suirin. If I had to call her anything, it’s that she’s a living contradiction, she’s got some manner of double life going on. She and I used to be part of this demon hunting group, but I left after we came across no demons to hunt for too long. I assume so, at least. Her business in the woods was to acquire a familial artifact, and it ended up being the remains of some kind of forest demon. She gets ahold of it, absorbs it, and this beautiful wave of flames erupts from the depths of her soul. I wish I was better with words, I could convey what it looked like properly. I would have probably died if I didn’t use the bones of my dragon form. The surge of power overwhelmed her and I had to leech some of the mana from her, turns out that I Can do that. As a side note, I think it’s some sort of pseudo-vampirism. It has to have something to do with a blood transfusion I received, and more with my body’s reaction to it. I’m some sort of evolutionary fuck up at this point. The downside to all this is that I can’t taste or smell anything. Back to Suirin, once she recovered, I took her back to her home in Eleutheria. As it so happens, she’s a noble’s daughter, moonlighting as an explorer and demon hunter. What’s more, is that she’s the reincarnation of some demon or forest spirit. She’d been bothered by what she was for so long, and part of that resonated with me. She and I struck an agreement to help each other with our quests, hers being the truth of her past life, and mine being, well, get back to my realm and bring Them back. She ended up aiding me spectacularly, not that I had my doubts about forming an alliance. She left a hell of an impression and I wanted to learn more about that soul and her power regardless. We hatched this plan to retrieve some historical records for her from one of the archives in Concordia, mainly to confirm something. I planned to ask him for help, but Falvir and his wife Quenya got roughed up by some harlot going by Elmryia. Suirin helped me get Falvir out of the hospital wing, she actually distracted Senka for a moment, and claims she’s removed her from her memory. I never heard anything about it either. The archive ended up being a bust, all we found were some teachers fooling around. Falvir had other plans. He had us go back to Eleutheria, march right up to the castle of all places, and nearly had us fight our way through. An averted misunderstanding later, and we got into the King’s archives. Suirin got what she needed, and I found something I’d been looking for since the very beginning. Silver, in an act of goodwill, gave the monarch some of his spells, and I now have my hands on his teleportation spell. Deciphering it has been a bitch and half but it’s going to be the key I’ve needed for so long. All I have to do now is find a way to put Them back together. After we left the archive, we got some food back in Concordia, and made future plans to rendezvous. Next time we met up, Falvir had actually let me borrow his motorcycle, and we messed around on that for a while. Su wasn’t the biggest fan, said it was too loud, and that made sense given she’s got four ears half the time. We still had fun just driving the thing. I was doing great until I nearly crashed us into a boulder. I thought she meant it when she said she didn’t want to see me again. I felt genuine dread. Not even a week after that, I get a letter, and she’s asking if I want to go explore some spot in the south forest. Nothing even really occurred, we just found a rotting abode, yet it was still fun just following her around. More of the same has been happening, and it would almost feel like it’s a waste of my time if it didn’t make me feel good in comparison to the monotony of pushing the pen and the constant calculations I do for my arcane research. Maybe even better than crossing swords. We did end up pinpointing a spot in the desert where Something is. One of the things that killed her before she was Suirin. An Ash Crow, or rather, a Phoenix as they call it here. At the moment though, we just finished celebrating the turn of the year in Simul. The passage of time should have ravaged my psyche again, yet it hasn’t. She’d invited me over to her family’s estate, and for a few hours we just sat down watching the stars and the distant flash of fireworks over the capitol. It got a bit cold and I offered to share my coat with her. She’s said my coat's ugly before, but this time she accepted it. A while after that, she gifted me some clothes she’d made and sent me on my way. I can’t tell if it’s something new or familiar, but I feel Great.

Have you ever just wanted to explode? Not physically unless you are capable of that, but verbally? Just scream and shout and point someone in the right direction and hope that they have at least two brain cells they could rub together and understand the outrageous hint? That is the summary of my life. There seems to be some fuckery afoot. Being someone such as I, there is not a damn thing I can do about it. Lyanna is safe. Vincent is safe and back home. Stacy is safe. Boone is calm. Silver is still a pain in my ass. But it appears someone else is pining for that position. I wonder how long this Caspian fellow is going to last among them. It's not exactly a question I seek an answer to. Considering how Cyra has been reacting, I doubt it will be much longer. I am sure I will be entertained just watching. I do find it funny though, Boone's lack of reaction to the intrusive pest. This is going to be fun. Well, as long as they keep it out of my fucking tavern.

Simul Quarterly Issue 2 Hello again my fellow Simulians! Tis your one and only, yet somehow, favorite Simul Social Personality! I’m back with another issue of Simul Quarterly for your eyes to feast upon. Since our last newsworthy update, our fair kingdom has been relatively quiet and peaceful. Well…as peaceful as it can be with the fear of looming doom. I am sure there is nothing to panic about! I did hear through the grapevine that something had happened recently. Soooooo, our favorite tavern, Mary’s, was attacked a few weeks back. Apparently, the assailant had blown off the whole front of her beautiful establishment! I did hear someone even DIED. Who in the hell does that? At least there were some nice folks that helped her rebuild fairly quickly. But you know what’s strange? Though there were witnesses….no one spoke a name. Perhaps I will do some digging. On a lighter note! Two of Simul’s favorite holidays are coming up fast! First, Canto Mortuus. Every year, the battle for the most treats takes place. Alongside the opening of Soulstagne’s magical barrier, this holiday brings together families and friends in ways that can only happen on this special day. Be sure to make quick work of those calories, for the Festival of the Hunter’s Moon comes next. Our best and brightest adventurers will take to the wilds and procure enough meat for all of Simul to eat happily through the rest of the winter months. Do you think you have what it takes to be this years’ “Heroic Hunter” and dethrone Evan Skjöld'Drek? –How do you even pronounce that--? Wanna know something cool? I heard that there is an upcoming competition! All the deets below! Process and Rules: 📌 You must list your character(s) that will be participating in Suggest and Discuss with "Participants" 📌You can have as many characters as you want take part in this event 📌You are only allowed one post (As long as you like), per character 📌Your character is only allowed ONE action (A mix of more than one ability, if that is something they can do, is allowed, but must be only one action) 📌The bubble in which your character enters is completely indestructible, so the action can be as destructive as you want 📌Your character may bring props into the bubble for show of ability 📌NO edits OR deletes of posts allowed. That character will be disqualified. (If you accidentally post before your post is completed, please ping a staff in Suggest and Discuss so we know why you deleted your post) 📌Your post must be completed between 10-2 12 AM MST and 10-4 11:50 PM MST 📌Your post must have your character explaining what the ability is and what its purpose is 📌One of the staff members will post and ping each participant in Timberholde when the event starts, and may be setting the scene. 📌Once the event starts, anyone not participating can vote for their favorite posts by leaving a single reaction on said post. You only get ONE vote, but can change it if something else catches your eye. Choose wisely. 📌Staff will be the “Judge Panel” and will be judging posts on the following: 📌Beauty in execution 📌Effectiveness of ability(ies) 📌Stance 📌Effective Range 📌Energy Cost 📌Each reaction from onlookers will add to final score 📌Winner will recieve the custom role of "Master of the Magical-2023" Winner of the title! @Silver Drafaylum Thank you for reading Simul Quarterly! This is Flynn, signing off!

#supernatural #gentle #humanoid ( subject of this document agreed to pose for this photo) Name- Screech Personality- Screech is a quiet and gentle being, he just does his job and tries to stay out of the affairs of the living. Bad things tend to happen if he doesnt. Size- 4'0" Appearance-(See Photo) Threat Level- Special Circumstance ( https://docs.google.com/document/d/1-6UrAUIAzk6g1XVR08ZNzHp-cRcFrUQWBuWMlQqclfQ/edit?usp=sharing Lore- Screech is one of many being through the realms that help smooth the transition for the dead into the afterlife. His race is known by many names, the most popular are grim reapers. The shepards of the dead. Screeches job in simul is to quietly guide souls where they need to be. the place happens to be Soulstagne in Simul. It is an easy trip leaving which suits screech just fine. Occasionally he has to travel other realms. If he is doing his job everything is fine. Its when he is not doing his job that has his kind labeled as Special Circumstance. If any reaper fails to do their job things can become cataclysmic. If even one soul escapes its fate it will start a chain reaction of survivors that require reapers to get creative. This often manifests in those that survive incredible odds to start dying in random horrible ways in a pattern. Reapers keep the balance of souls no matter what. Powers/Abilities- It is hard to pin down just how power these beings are, they are beyond the scope of what most can comprehend. the only powers i have observed are perfect invisibility and intangibility. Its like they dont exist in anyworld yet they can influence the material plane with great ease. Screech is a nice enough subject but i am afraid to learn more of what they can do. Researchers Notes-Screech only agreed to let me study him for a week while i was in a coma, I followed him on his daily routine and tried to remember as much as i can. He and the other reapers were quite friendly do me. they love a good joke and often let souls they like stick around longer to say goodbye to loved ones or watch their own funerals. which i always thought was weird but whatever. It didnt matter who they ushered into the after life they treated every "customer" as they called them with respect. No matter the religion they spoke them like a priest in whatever god their customers followed. they make death feel less final and alone, I would like to see screech and his friends again. Just not before i live a few more decades and die of natural causes.

Chapter 9 - Timothy Reminds...10,014 A long time ago, in a galaxy, far, far, far, holy shit that is far, far, far, when the fuck are we getting there, far way, there was a world not unlike our modern day Earth. On this Earth, was a country named North America. In that country, there was a state named Michigan. And in that state, there was a city named Detroit. Detroit used to be a city much like any of the other larger cities American had to offer. Over time, it became...not so pleasant. And with even more time given, Detroit was voted to be the country's first prison city. Walls were erected and guards were placed throughout in order to watch over the prisoners that were forced to spend their lives rotting away. Types of offenders who were placed in such a city were violent, morbid, and horrid. Since the America that was inside of this far away realm decided (For some fucking reason), that violent offenders should no longer be put to death, they chose a city that was already sort of fucked to be the new prison. Yay. Within the city walls, there were a little over 30 thousand prisoners who lived their lives the best they could. Murder was an every day occurrence, and theft was a way of survival. Some of the prisoners were blessed with magical abilities, and those few would use their abilities to either survive...or kill. Some didn't see a difference in the options. Every now and again, generous philanthropists would donate the less fortunate city items for entertainment and medical supplies for a more comfortable life, but these items often were used for less than noble purposes. Overall, Detroit was a cesspool. One that Timothy Slade no longer wanted staining the country he had set his eyes on for more recruitment... The weather was nice. Yes, let's talk about the weather. It was sunny. There was only a slight breeze that cooled one off had they no tolerance of heat. The spring had come and warmed the Earth. Such a beautiful day for a beautifully morbid mass murder. Today was the day, and Detroit was about to wiped from existence. Not before the land who also needed a lesson learned had the opportunity to learn said lesson. A land by the name of Simul (That means you fuckers). No one knows how the people of America reacted to watching their prison city literally detach from the country and float off into the air before disappearing, but it had to be just as horrifying as the reaction that the people of Simul had to seeing the city comparable in size to Timberholde floating barely a mile above the central city itself....And that's when the fight started. Edited: The drop of a nearly modern day Detroit on top of Timberholde rocked the entire continent. From Arbrestor to the southern forest, people from all over Simul would recall the thunderous explosion with great detail. From the moment it happened, people came. Either to witness or to help. Unfortunately, with such a massive assault...it looked rather grim. This did not stop the heroes of Simul from doing what they could do to save as many people as they could. This...This was no easy task. For days, those who could, did do what they could to search rubble, flip doors and cars and trees and walls, and put themselves in danger to save whoever was still alive from such an unnatural disaster. Despite all of their best efforts...out of the over sixty thousand people targeted by the man himself...less than two thousand were saved that week. Simul, in its constant glory and coexisting nature, has come together since and helped to rebuild Timberholde. Though there are not many who live there, they hope that travel from neighboring countries and kingdoms will help to repopulate the once massive city of Timberholde. Those who have survived have come to know what happened as the "Timberholde Incident" and stories of the harrowing people who saved those who survived...alongside the stories of the man who did this to Simul have echoed through the ears of Simul's citizens ever since.