"6- The Diary"BY;Fjm

Year of  the Dragons, I day of Rebirth

I know they’re coming… I can feel it. They come for me… they come for the map. I am here in Cape Dawn since some days. I fled Drassis two week before the end of the Season of Death, during a mild snowstorm that, I hope, helped me cover my traces. And now I am hiding here… Before fleeing, I contacted agents of the Order and asked desperately for help, for protection, the only hope I have to escape my doom. But they won’t help me… not a miserable “converted”, like they call those like me, former worshippers of  the Land Mother Cult. They barely tolerate my life, if someone wants to kill me they can only be happy about it. They are not going to move a finger, to even bother… but they should. Oh yes. They have no idea how important it is for them that I do not fall into their enemies’ hands. I have to open their eyes, before the Destroyers find me…



Year of the Dragons, IV day of Rebirth

I sent a message to Drassis, directly to my contact working for the Order. The messenger is an unassuming cowboy, a young idiot no one would give a second look. Exactly what I needed. I would not have risked so much, it could betray my location and bring the disaster to my doorstep, but I had no choice. I grow more restless every day, I hardly leave my room and I cannot sleep at night. The nightmares… they are horrible, and I know in my heart they will become truth if I do not act to avert my fate. I hope  the Order will be interested in what I said of the map I possess and send someone to investigate the matter soon… even though they care not about me, surely they will not risk some information of THAT relevance to fall into the hands of the Great Evil. A noise outside my window… must unlit the candle…



Year of the Dragons, VI day of Rebirth

Many new faces today in the Tavern, I do not like it one bit. Maybe I’m becoming paranoid, but I can never be too careful in such a situation. Though I limit my trips out of my hiding place to the minimum indispensable, I still have to go out for supplies every now and then. In any case, I am still alive… I am still safe. Today I unrolled the map again, I could not resist to give it another look. It’s so beautiful, indeed drawn with magic. No ink, no artist would be able to do something like that. Though it’s a striking sight, I still cannot make out its meaning. Maybe in time…



Year of the Dragons, VIII day of Rebirth



The men of the Order finally arrived. Discreet and professional, I have to say. They heard me out, and they are evaluating if I am worthy of attention or not. Two are Black Capes, and two are ordinary agents (read lackeys..haha!). Black Capes are enough to discourage any kind of frontal assault, I think I am safe now… well, if they decide I deserve their time, that is! The chief is called Baelnon, the other Cape is Cyrus. The two agents are irrelevant, so I do not even bother to make contact with them. They still did not ask me to see the map, I do not know if it’s a good or a bad sign. Time will tell.



Year of the Dragons, IX day of Rebirth



This is it! Maybe after all they are going to take care of me. Baelnon sent Cyrus to investigate in Haven, and see if some of the information I provided is reliable. I do not know if any Herald of Destruction or their minions are actually still there, but traces of their passage should still be present and easy to discover for such a hound as a Black Cape. I trust this Cyrus will send back  word  I am precious to their cause, and Baelnon will find me a safer place than this to hide until things will settle down a bit. Maybe they will even let me worship the Land Mother again! No…that cannot be, it will never happen. If only they knew I wrote this, I would be incinerated on the spot…



Year of the Dragons, XI day of Rebirth



It seems like this Cyrus is approaching Haven traveling on land, not by ship or other watercraft. This is pure madness. Not only they are wasting valuable time, but everyone knows the Blade Mountains and Mordjar Forest are impassable, and only someone tired of living would approach that way. Why did they send me the most stupid members of the Order in the Kingdom? Damn it! I am not going to pay their idiocy with my life… if I don’t have news in a few days, I am going to leave this place, with or without escort. Moving is the only way to stay safe. Thrice damned Order!

Year of the Dragons, XVI day of Rebirth



This is not going well. A messenger arrived with a very fast boat today. I do not know what happened, but Cyrus was not on board, and Baelnon did not seem happy with the news. He said he would leave a message to Cyrus where he can find it, and that we have to leave tomorrow at the first morning light. If he is in such a hurry, knowing practically nothing with respect to what I know, then he must have glimpsed how serious the situation is. And that worries me. Well, soon it will be morning, so I have to prepare… Hmm, a faint noise outside… maybe those two stupid guards are not doing their job of keeping trouble away from my porch, let’s check what happens…



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