Journal The Disastrous Diary of Liadain's Least Lucky Lady

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Entry 26: Back on Track
Unfortunately not everyone in that village was able to be saved. Had to construct a makeshift charnel house to deal with those lost in the fires (really just a fancy pit, to be honest). When remains are that far gone there's not much to do about identifying them, and the villagers didn't care to either, as long as they all got proper burials.

With that all done, I had to be on my way. Bundt cake in tow, I set out again.

Shouldn't be much longer now. Maybe another week of travel, tops? Then Seri and I will finally be able to solve whatever's waiting for us in Vel Luin.

PS, Seri got to eat more of the Bundt cake than I did. He's getting so round, it's ridiculous. Is he going to need a place to sit for a while when he turns into a cocoon?
 
Entry 27: More Shower Thoughts
Self doubt really is a terrible thing. Even in light of what I did the other day, I have to wonder if I really earned my position as a Dreadlord. Did I really deserve Second Level status right after graduation? Am I really on the same level as people like Proctor D'Amour, or Bexley Pirian, or Evaine Coltair? Or even a monster like Ademar Acero? I mean, Miss Evangeline was basically a legend! A hero of the Revolution!

What did I do? I killed a traitor in cold blood and got found out by the right person. Maybe that's why I've mostly been stuck doing patrol duty in the border territories instead of actually important work. I've got Stalker training, darn it. I shouldn't have to go around voicing complaints until I get my way like a spoiled kid.

...And those last couple of sentences are how I know that I've changed. I actually feel like I deserve *something.* I might not have the crazy powers that other Dreads have. I might not be the shining star that so many of the noble Initiates were. But I've worked my butt off. I fought like a madwoman in the graduation test. I might not be a legend, but Kress darn it, I'm just getting started.

I'll earn the respect I deserve--in others' eyes, and my own.

PS, when this is all said and done, I think I should pay a visit to Proctor Salak. If for no other reason than to thank him.
 
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Entry 28: I Was Starting to Wonder
It's morning presently, right after breakfast. I had a visitor come into my camp in the middle of the night, scared me right out of my tent. A pale glow was shining outside, and what sounded like gentle, high pitched singing.

When I stumbled out, what looked like a stereotypical depiction of an angel was waiting for me. Shimmering feathered wings, a shepherd's crook on its back, tastefully placed robes covering its naughty bits, flowing hair, the whole deal. For a moment, Seri and I were stunned.

It spoke, and its voice echoed all around.

"Dear child, I am a guide, a grand psychopomp sent here to--"

And then Seri, who had started wriggling under my arm, shot silk at its face. It sputtered mid sentence and turned back into that jerk head fae. I told him I didn't have any beans for him, kicked him in the butt, and told him he needed to stop bothering me and go back home, or else. Then I went back to sleep.

I doubt it'll be the last I see of him. I'm kind of expecting his shenanigans at this point.
 
Entry 29: Just Zinnia Things
Two more days until I reach Vel Luin.

I know I've always taken comfort in wearing this cloak, this hood, hiding away behind the safety of fabric and not being noticed. The most refreshing thing I've done in my life is to spend time in private with Kilien Basmarc. And NO, I don't just mean...THAT.

Putting this stupid hood down and being myself is like...like breathing fresh air after a life of sitting in a burning building. I can't even write about it in this journal, because what if someone reads it that isn't me? Disaster. I'll spend an hour talking to Seri about it first.

Regardless...I wanna see Kilien too. Soon. Right after Vel Luin.

I need to figure out if I'm going to visit him or Salak first. Probably Kilien. For...reasons.

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