personal journal

Gideon Nara age 6 Gideon’s room, Alliria City “You should wear those scars with pride, you lowborn peasant! Quit trying to hide them!” Ars, my uncle from the Main Branch spat those words, his tobacco filled saliva drenching my face and clothes while he beat me. I don't understand why he's so...

From personal diary 'Tis been some winters since fleeing Fal'addas from whence I came, and yet only the feintest knowledge of my own accursed condition hath studious nights taught me. The Bimaristan of Ragash- to which I fled upon my near-discovery via the Dreadlords of Vel Anir- for all it's...

The entries of a dragon taking on a humanoid form. They will update as he interacts with more within the world. This journal belongs to: Lapis I'm writing in this little thing called a "journal". The nun wanted me to have it since I don't really talk to many people. She said it will help me...

O great Sunfather, I come to you with a weary heart. Everywhere I turn, I see your people's minds corrupt with greed, pride, vanity, and envy, rather than full of your light and love. I confess that I too have had my pride wounded in your service and that I envy your Priests and Priestess of the...

The desert was full of fury this day. For us Abtati, the heat of the sun is usually of little despair. But even to us, sand swept up in raging winds still felt like razors upon our skin, and no matter how tightly we guarded ourselves there was no stopping it all. Yet, we persevered all the...