Dissilio 6th, 9400 My mom keeps telling me: Memories are important. I have never really thought so. My memory is nearly perfect. I may not remember the day that I was born, but I remember anything important. Like her birthday. Or my father's. Or my own. I remember to bathe everyday. I remember to stay inside as much as possible. I remember to do my studies and get good grades and every single gift I have ever gotten. My mother still insists that I write down everything. She wants me to recall emotions, mostly. She doesn't have to say this, but I know that is what she wants. I guess I have gone a little numb to life lately. Perhaps she is worried? This day has been uneventful. I woke, I bathed, I spent at least thirty minutes brushing my hair. I will never understand why she doesn't let me cut it a little shorter. We had breakfast. I attempted to return to school, but was sent home, per usual, due to no fault of my own. I understand their fear of me, I suppose. It's not contagious. One would think that the general populace would understand that after so many of us. I can no longer waste negative energy on the jade. I will just study, and when the time is right, and my education has finished, move to a place more accepting. I have been reading up on Timberholde. I would just be another civilian there. It is three months away, but I was already forced to promise my mother I would attend the festival. It is her and father's anniversary, after all. I am not sure what to present them as a gift. Shopping alone is already difficult enough, with being turned away from more than half of them already. It was always easier to wander the city with my parents...but I am too old for that now. Father says I need to be more independent, but I think mother is right. People look at me strangely when they are not around. Fear does funny things to people.

I was so happy when I got back to Earth, when the war and subsequent fighting was done, I saw my family for the first time in six years? We went on 'vacation' together, to a beach far from the reach of American journalists (some still followed anyway) and I tried to tell them about my adventure. I was so excited to show them pictures of everything to get them the details to share my experience... My mom said it was a lot to keep up with, that she had a hard to keeping up with the events of the story. She suggested I try writing it all down instead. We both knew she was asking me to stop talking, to stop talking about it, to leave it be. She wanted me to be home, she wanted to erase the last six years of grief she had been living through. I had missed her so much but I had been alive, having an adventure, growing and changing. For her... she had lost her daughter and the world was dark and sad. I came back but with me came the fighting, the heroics, the news, the awfulness of being a celebrity. I never wrote down my adventures while I was "home". My mom never got to know all of it or even all of me. I wasn't the person that had disappeared. I guess now is as good a time as ever to start writing my adventures down...

You would think an old broad such as myself would have kept a diary for much longer than this. No such luck. However, with the recent events, I've decided to go against the grain. Despite all the meetings I've had with Boone Clear, the most recent was the most surprising. His company was not Lyanna, as one would expect. It was Stacy fucking Carson. If only that little girl knew what the hell she was getting into. If only she had just said no to his request. Now another has fallen into the fold and there is nothing I can do about it. Sometimes, it is a pain in my ass living the existence that my sisters and I do. I suppose I will keep record starting now. What else does an old woman like me have better to do?

We are approaching the mountains slowly but steady. Ahim said it we will be there by night, how inconvenient for the host. I would have preferred to stop in a near by city and spend a night in an inn, but our costumes do not allow that. The time seems to have slowed down and I am growing sick from the rocking carriage. We take a break twice a day to stretch our legs, but I cannot help myself but miss the comfort of the Palace. Perhaps I had to accept fathers offer and travel via the portal network? No, this way might be hard, but it will be beneficial. I want our people to respect me for my actions and not because of the title that was gifted to me upon my birth. I know I am failing my people, what use do I have if I can't promise them a future, a worthy heir with a holy blood? I've tried control my powers, but the beast inside me melts the shackles away. By now I have made my peace with it, I am destined to be alone, like a shoe from a different pair, and its fine. I have accepted me for who I am, romance never was my priority, not after Jahan anyway. All that matters now is the prosperity of my Kingdom. I want Ahaa'ehm to grow, I want to see it blooming. My ancestors have build strong foundation and I will take a step further. But first...I must find Shayanna and I must do soon. That is why I am here in Simul in first place to find her. I know that the conversation will not be easy. I also know the tone will not be either. Shayanna never wanted the throne; the royal life bore responsibilities that she could never fulfil. But she could give Ahaa’ehm one thing I could not, an heir. I am willing to step aside and do all the work behind the scenes if she only agrees to fulfil her role as a Princess of our Kingdom. Whether she liked it or not, she had a role to fulfil. Although my body is weary from the travel, my mind remains focused. Every night I repeat the presentation speech I’ve prepared in my mind. I tried to reproduce all the possible scenarios in my head; the head of the clan liking the wine, disapproving the fabrics, refusing to hold the sword. I am confident I could bypass all obstacles thrown at me, negotiating a term appealing to both parties. The Tokuros are a valuable trading partner and a possible ally. Father fails to see it but the more allies with army we have, the stronger we are. We have one of the best armies of the world, our warriors are fearless, our archers never miss, but underestimating our enemy can cost us a lot. I don’t know if the Tokuro Clan has an army per say, but my source reports that the family possesses notable power, perhaps I can find out more about them during my visit. I won’t lie, I do anticipate this meeting, I am curious to see my self in action, fully slipping into the role of the Ambassador. I am also exited about being able to sleep in a horizontal position again. Father said that the Tokuros would have us for at least two weeks, plenty of time to get my strength recovered and negotiation of course.

This is probably going to be jarring for whoever has gotten ahold of this tome, unless you have my other one and read it, but this is how I write. Journals, Spellbooks, Combat Manuals? They're all the same to me. It's what I believe to be the, what, 12th of Stirps here in Simul. I could do the math to figure out what day it would be back home, but there's no sense in it. What's important is that I've finally a sober reign over my actions, and I'm making progress. Today I made some advancements in water magic, managed to get the whole water walking thing down. Besides that, Falvir's been giving me hell and it's a challenge I've needed to face. Brings me back to old times. I've not been wounded as badly as I was about a month ago, but I've been left sore more times than not. Managed to pick up on some of the sword style that Silver uses too. Speaking of about a month ago, some of that cur Timothy's corrupted pawns showed up in Concordia. Me and Falvir went to go fight them right after I sobered up and cracked the code on my lineage's treasured secret. My arm and side got melted off, but I'm in functioning condition now. What's crazy is that while I was recovering, a whole ass city got dropped on top of Timberholde. I wish I was able to do something. Not long after that, I started training again, and began writing what I was learning. Got ahold of quite a few bits of Equipment as well. Armor, a lance for use with Jerome, and a boomstick of my own. I can't say I'm the best shot, but it's fun enough. I need to see if the Tokuros' situation has been resolved. I have them and another to write to soon. I will set things right.

l am not quite sure why Senka recommended i keep a Journal but it is not such a bad idea. Life has been incredibly stressful lately, and it was only made worse by Timothy dropping Detroit onto TimberHolde. He dropped a city from a completely different realm onto another. No normal person would think that is a great idea. I am surprised he could even do that considering he is so old when he farts not even dust comes out. The only thing that seems to calm me lately is to check up on my son and tinker with some of the new technology that has come from the Timberholde incident. I am familiar with most of it from traveling between the realms there is a few things i have not encountered. A great change has hit Simul and i cant wait to see what happens next.

Read More Here Nivalis 1st (https://www.kingdomofsimul.com/forum/lore-stuff/months-and-holidays) 11/5-11/9 Every year during the Festival of the Hunter's Moon, the people of Simul send forth their best and most skilled hunters to the closest mountains or forests in order to hunt for the rest of the land. The ones who participate are often very happy to do so. Especially with the thought of bragging rights and the chance at a weapon only given to the best. Each participant is given a large bag of holding that is specially made to store beasts as large as a fully grown Fire Dragon (Just suck it up in there somehow) and a week's worth of rations. All participants are garaunteed a sum of five gold pieces just for participation. They are also told to pack heavy and warm. It's cold out there! Rules: 📌You can have as many characters as you wish partake 📌There is no post minimum 📌You can roll once every 60 minutes (60 Minutes between) 📌Your character(s) can only be in one place at once. The places for hunts are: 📌Pulchra Viridi 📌Southern Forest 📌Red Mountains 📌Lake Chester (Eleutheria) 📌Lake Torra 📌Alderman Mountains 📌Sterilis 📌Yearning Mire Post SetUp: 📌Post (If you want) 📌Roll 1d20 - Add total after to keep track 📌Post (If you want) Monsters and Beasts you may catch if you roll: 📌1 to 4= Small Catch (Rodent, Small Bird, Small Fish, ETC) = 1 Point 📌5 to 9= Meal Sized Catch (Birds, Fish, Anything Smaller than a boar, ETC) = 2 Points 📌10 to 14= Moderate Catch (Boars, Cows, Stags, Anything comparable in size, ETC) = 3 Points 📌15 to 19= Large Catch (Elk, Small Dragons, ETC) = 4 Points 📌20 = (Full Sized Dragons, Whales, ETC) = 5 Points Please keep track of your points! The one who has the most at the end will win the following prizes. Side Note: You are absolutely allowed to get creative with the types of beasts your character catches.

The journal was a simple and orderly notebook with a hard blue cover. Upon the first page a few words are written in a sharp and bold manner "IF YOU ARE READING THIS, I WILL RIP YOU LIMB FROM LIMB" Noticed that the previous two never had a journal, so I thought it would be nice to try and do one. I wonder what would most people write here, writing secrets here seems like taking a risk... Might as well talk about casual things then. Lately I have been given a weird name, I can not pick my own name can I? How many folk do you know who pick their own name. Because I was given that name I wonder if it is good... Palliuma, I find its shorter version Pally, to be somewhat smooth on the tongue and ear. Should I consider other options before I pick it though? But then again most folk never get options. I wonder if me putting so much value on a name is but a waste of time or not, might as well just test a few others... I have been given a loom today, it brought back memories... Despicable and disgusting memories. But then again, I need to earn my living in normal ways, I can not go on living the way I am now stably. It was hard to pass the strings, I could not accept having the same job "she" did. To make it easy on myself, I thought of a way to use this to pay off a debt to a weird cursed folk who lived in the same city I do. He better like my masterwork; would make me somewhat mad to hear he did not like it. Given... Given... Today I have something I, taken. A silver sword, Long malign and ugly. Every inch of my body curses its touch, and my eyes hate to stare at it so I wrapped it up in cloth. It feels wrong to throw it away, but I think it is time I forced myself to rid myself of this item. There is a lake north of the city, might as well put that ranger's sword in a place no one will steal deep under the waters. He went far ways for them, the ranger was a warrior until the end, and I respect that. It seems that the page ends here, the next one containing some weird gibberish looking letters, though pretty in their flowing shape

It is a little strange starting a journal, i was taught to never write down my thoughts so they can never be used against me. There is so much i want to write down i just cant figure out where to start.....I guess i could start with how i met Falvir. The priestesses keep asking me how i fell for a man like him, they all thought i would marry a lord or something. I met Falvir shortly after entering his realm. I was searching for Silver and came across a young man doing his best to fight off a hoard of Carrions. The disgusting creatures had him cornered while he did his best to keep them off the children they were trying to eat. I almost let him die to be honest, i didnt want to get involved in the fight. He was handling himself pretty well and the children were safe. He was very sloppy but it was clear to me he had the skills to survive the encounter. That was until the being leading the creatures entered the battle. It murdered its own minions to reach Falvir. when it did reach him it immediately stabbed him in the back while he dealt with its minions. He didnt fall instead he turned and fought as hard as he could. I should have left him to his fate but something kept me there, maybe it was how he fought with every fiber of his being. It could have been his eyes, They were just like my late queens eyes. I finally entered the battle when the being leading the creatures tried to rip his eyes out while its minions tore at the rest of Falvirs body. His screams of pain pushed me into action without much thought. I teleported right next to him at the center of the hoard and let out a howl that froze the Carrions in there place. their attention immediately turned to me when their leader spoke. " Slay the wolf and bring me its heart, whoever brings it to me will get this mans body to eat." Falvir hung limp in the beings hands, his body was twisted and broken but he still drew breath. I didnt have much time to think when the creatures descended upon me. I tore through them with steel, fang, and a ferocity only a wolf could have. They all fell before me, their blood flowing around my feet like a river. Their leader had dropped Falvir by then and set its sights on me. " you are no normal wolf are you girl.....wait... those earrings... i know you! this is wonderful, i get to kill Quenya Drafaylum, daughter of the great wolf. once i am done with you i will finish with the boy." I just smiled at the damned thing and braced myself for its attack. It didnt get the chance to attack me though because Falvir suddenly stood up behind it and drove his broken blade into its head. The being screamed so loud it hurt before it turned to dust, Falvir tried to stay standing but he fell flat onto his face. I couldnt leave him there so i brought him with as i tried to find Silver. Once i did we healed him and then we could not get rid of him. I wont complain about it, i thought he was cute even covered in blood. If i was being honest i think i fell in love with Falvir the moment i saw him. I had never seen a human fight like him in my life. That and he actually managed to save those children against odds i would have trouble dealing with. Over time we became close friends and i even met his family, unfortunately the life of a Guardian is dangerous. I was there when he lost his family, and was forced to kill his friends. that night changed him and he pushed everyone away. I lost my closest friend for 15 years, he went dark side as some humans might put it. he earned himself a reputation as a brutal slayer that put down his targets without hesitation. I tried to find him and right when i was about to give up he showed up at my door. He was heavily wounded and barely able to stand, he said hello and something about needing to lay low. I almost pushed him back into the hallway i didnt need the headache he was about to bring me. He always inexplicably found trouble and always ended up dragging me into it. I wish i had kicked him out of my apartment but i took him in. He stayed with me for a week while he healed and it was wonderful, i had my friend back. It is messed up to say but i was so happy to have him to myself. The night he went to leave i would not let him. That was also the night we became lovers, after that he returned to the Guardians and we fooled around from time to time. that was 30 years ago now,some might call him a rogue or a scoundrel but i dont care. He is my rogue and scoundrel, despite him making me mad he still makes me laugh. I never want to be apart from him. I will love him for as long as i live, if he passes from this world a piece of me will go with him.

Bruma 8th, 4288 Entry 1 There is no proper way to tell the story of one's life. Especially when that life belongs to the writer. Today, my world has ended. I came to her in the morning. Plans I had made for a day of love were still tickling the tip of my tongue. She has been so ill for the past few weeks. I just wanted to bring the light back to her eyes. I wanted to see her sweet smile. I wanted my Alma back. For the first time in weeks, we had a day to ourselves. No doctors. No visitors. I just wanted the day with my wife. We were to go to Tranquillum. I had booked the travel and even a guide for us last year. Unfortunately, with her declining health, I had to cancel. It mattered not because all I need is her. I wrapped her gift with crimson paper, and carried her to the fireplace in our home. I set her on the couch and I fetched her food and water. I wrapped her frail frame in the quilt her mother had gifted us the day we wed. I sat with her. We talked. We laughed. We cried. We embraced. None of it mattered in the end. I wish she would have told me sooner. The glint in her blue eyes when she gingerly tore the paper enveloping the gift I had gotten her gave me a very brief relief. I had finally been able to afford the ring she deserved after 5 years of marriage. Her hand trembled when I slid it onto her finger. And then the tears. If only I knew they were not tears of elation. "I am dying, my love." The words she spoke have been echoing in my head since they fell from her dark lips. Everything she said after is still a garbled mess. Something about doctors, something about treatment, something about time. I do not accept this. She is my wife, and the Gods cannot have her.

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