Journal of Lyssa
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May 20
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Deals
Journal Author:
Lyssa Dearest Mother
You are not going to believe this, I am on the march with a contingent of holy warriors from Narcua! Astran, you remember the big half orc zealot? well, he has declared himself Zigaad's Bishop in Kerond. I suppose his Pope is far enough away that he can say what he likes, but his boss the pope saw fit to send him five thousand mounted knights to assist fighting the orcs. Nice of her I guess, but then orcs would make such unrelaible subjects. I suppose she approves.
Mar 04
Them
Journal Author:
Lyssa Dearest Mother
I am so conflicted. I want to watch them die, yet I must not let them know. I want to slide my dagger across their throats, when they least expect, but what use is that? A selfish desire I know, but I yearn for it. I hate, so much I hate them. Their pettiness, their squabbling, their ridiculous self righteousness, their jealousy. I smile, I endure, I amuse myself by imagining their ending, at my hand or another's, in a thousand ways in a thousand places a thousand times over.
It drives me mad, I want to kill them, I want them dead. All of them.
Feb 19
Dangerous emotions
Journal Author:
Lyssa Dearest Mother
Silverbridge is quiet tonight. I sit at my favourite stool at Moe’s Tavern, alone with my thoughts, watching the river rush by. Even the annoying town crier has thankfully given up his ‘Orcs still coming’ refrain and gone to…. where ever it is he goes. Perhaps he recruits some fresh reporters from the plague of refugees that has recently infested the city. I don’t care…I am grateful for some peace and quiet.
Dec 15
Eocambe
Journal Author:
Lyssa Dearest Mother
If you ever meet a bunch of dwarves, run for your life! I thought this Company was crazy, but dwarves take crazy to a whole new level. It's all pride this, and honour that, and glorious death in battle with them. How they ever survive as a race is beyond me.
Oct 24
Good intentions
Journal Author:
Lyssa Dearest Mother
The orc hordes draw closer each day, they ravage everything in their path. The small town of Cordoberus, a few miles upriver, has fallen to them. They are actively stopping and sinking all ships between here and Gilden. I have had to travel to distant Dagon Bay to post this letter. It is probable that this will be the last missive for some time as the invaders step up their efforts to bring maritime traffic on Locessa to a halt.
Oct 01
crazy little thing....
Journal Author:
Lyssa This letter is dated six months after the last
Dearest Mother
Has the salt air addled my brain? Have the long lonely months aboard the Destroyer played havoc with my senses? Has the anticipation of resuming the search for my brother at long last left me bereft of my wits?
I do not know the answer. All I know is that alien emotions are swirling in my head, and my heart, and I am not myself. Something has changed, something deep within, and it is intoxicating, addictive.
Oct 01
of dreams...
Journal Author:
Lyssa
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Oct 01
They're a weird mob
Journal Author:
Lyssa Dearest Mother
I sit on my bunk on the Destroyer wondering what in the hells I have got myself into.
The Cold Iron Company, as it turns out, are not miners after all. They are in the employ of the guy that owns the ship. You remember the really rich one. The whole exercise with the guns was purely to make sure they get to Kiheldisle. Nice to have friends in high and rich places isn’t it?
Oct 01
Gilden
Journal Author:
Lyssa *written in a flourishing, flowing hand. There are love hearts drawn all around the edge of the page. 5 pointed stars are drawn where the dot of the 'i' should be throughout*
*The letter is scribed on letterhead from a posh Gilden Hotel*
*The letter is scribed on letterhead from a posh Gilden Hotel*
Dearest Mother
Forgive me for not writing sooner. I know how you long for news, but the months have passed so quickly since I set out for Kerond. I thought it best to scribble a note to you before my ship leaves.