Black Feather Blog
Artrilla's Journal 39
Tracy Borup
Apr 06, 2018
5th of GozranEpisode 50
Confidence surges through my veins as we headed to Morast. Little Min performed beautifully and we were rewarded with an amusing display of communication between him and one of the slow mannered people of this village.
He procured a boat for our party and we traversed to the little island where the beast had last been sighted. As is becoming a normal occurrence for the Black Feathered Few, we were attacked by a mantacour.
Of course my leadership and skills in fighting is also becoming a normal occurrence and I swiftly defeated the beast with some help from the others.
We discovered a multitude of evidence that supports the Judge's theory that someone else is pulling the strings in this macabre puppet show.
The strain of these events has taken a toll on all of us and we decide to sleep and regain our strength and press forward in the morning.
Trestlebead has worn down my defenses and I feel somehow compelled to share the weight of my curse.
Once the narrative of what lead to the acceptance of The Diamond Hearted man's gifts was complete I did not feel the lifting of my spirits as I had expected. Instead I am filled with a dreadful and smothering sense of foreboding. The thoughts plaguing my jumbled and fear filled conscienceless before I give in to the grasping hands of sleep are of my journals closing. I feel my very soul being entrapped within the pages of the White journal while the words I am trying to desperately cling onto begin to disappear as steam from a boiling pot rises and dissipates into nothingness.
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