" And it was said, to spite the people of Carthage. Roman soliders salted the soil. Leaving naught a land to harvest or grounds to live"
1375 D.R FlameRule Diary Entry It seems tragedy weaves its incessant arm of destruction my guilds way once more.. First, and untimely M'lord fell to what creature of the night I know not.. Saddly, a corpse was nae found.. Now, with a moment of change, perhaps promise.. The hollowed stone we called home, now laid to a pile of smultering rocks and ashe.. What horrific sins be my brethren privy to that we can not seek absolution for? Doth the sins of Our Father return to haunt us in his absence. Our ranks have never been stronger... Never have we fought with such a unity, and still an hidden power tries out. Placing another obstacle before us immediately after this is past.. For once it is not the hour I choose to write that leaves me irratable.. I only wish things fair better for our kin.. I've been instructed to seek out the thieves whom hath raided our den as we were away... Thank the gods the child was nae present within thy halls.. Perhaps Ghaleon himself would have returned from the grave to slay us all. The excavating crew was able to breetch the "stone wall" that sealed the entryway.. Informing them of the several traps.. They were able to return and speak of nothing left.. All was burned to a cinder.. Oil flasks and loose bundles of torches were found laying upon the ground half past the entryway.. I doubt not a moment the dark witch of this forest waved a hand in our keeps destruction... I've taken care of Lady Kalla and her children. Seen them to a new "place of rest" for the night.. However, upon later surveying. It seems well enough place to set out keep.. Many of the passages are wide enough even for M'friend Gunnar to step down with ease. I sit alone outside this lost treasure to us.. The smell of the fire still rages against my nostrils.. All shall pay for this.. I swear it.. in blood... Perhaps Ghaleons words were not in ernest at all.. He should have killed her when he sent her out to the wooden arms of the Vallenwood.. Its odd.. I both miss him, and still nae do not.. Perhaps I nae have realized yet.. As if his loss still a distant memory in my mind. Waiting to be reacounted.. Still.. It is as he said. His time had passed. All that he cared for hath left this plane.. Inner greed within still wishes he stayed.. For to see that faint grimace upon those childish features.. Tis be heavenly at this moment... The hour looms late and there is still more work I need to tend towards. I shall try to find time to jot a few words on the morrows eve.. I do hope he returns.. Much will be lost without him.. IF we are not already...... ... |
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