Extracts from a journal

Stealing the horse was easy enough, those oafs were as trusting as newborn pups. Never trust a sellsword, unless you can pay him. I left the sparse landscape behind me and made for the forests to the south, and then to the west. Hopefuly the guardsmen have given up on finding me.
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I've found a small hamlett someplace north of the King's road. Nothing much to see here, Sullen men and ugly wenches. Payed some coin to stay at a local inn... Quite dismal, but I can hardly say it's as bad as the dungeons.

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Gone

A chill breeze stirs the dust in what passes for Tombstone's streets. A clammy mist rises from the scattered patches of ragweed and grass. The calm of the early morning is broken by a fitful, lonely sound. A piece of cloth, snagged on the broken edge of a tower, is flapping in the wind. Then, the winds gusting, the cloth sails free landing close to the town's stables. There it lies, abandoned, a faded, blue dress.

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What friends are for

People had come and gone. Looking out of the window in my new home, I had seen many people. Some new and some old, many of whom I hadn't even taken the time to greet. It is funny how you think you are sure of a thing and then suddenly you realize you haven't been acting on it. I was sure I would lay low in this hamlet only long enough until I deemed the time right to slip out again and find a proper place to live. And now, I didn't know any more.

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Empty room

For weeks now there has been the smell of honey tea, bread and fresh soup from the old armoury, accompanyed by a babys wail or chuckle. The family with the baby still seems to live there, but in past days no one has seen the redheaded woman, since she moved to the old other room in the house. When looked in, the room shows just an old, dusty bedroll, rusted armor, a worn sword and a book in ancient stygian. This book, when opened has weird scribblings with fresher ink on the first page of inner binding.

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Fools and Vultures

Ahura my witness, I know that this place is cursed, that blood spills amongst the ruins as regular as sunrise. Oaths aside I often found myself hard pressed to touch, to see wounds so deep, of mind, of flesh, of soul as I did here. Yet today, I was caught in surprise, still, for I have seen, Shara shelter me, such idiocy as is common to hares-of-sand, not men.

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A possible plan?

The white mare was almost ready for the journey, just one small detail yet to be added. The woman loosened her left bracer and using the blade at her side she opened up one of the more recent cuts on her arm and smeared the blood around the horse's mouth and eyes. The two of them then set off on their journey to find a village with a healthier food supply.

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The beekeeper's wife

Something's up with Ivy. Hard to tell if she still crab'd because of me or if something else bugs her. She sure got ol' Gathord all wrapped, getting his tower and all. Makes me wonder if he's knocked her up. It would explain the moods.

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Time to leave.

Has come at last, it feels like i have spend my entire life here, but now as i ride away memories of the past are coming back and they again feel real, Not like some vague dream. Yet still annoyingly my head feels like a mess, there is chaos as many different wishes pull me to opposite fucking directions! Some demand me to go back to my homeland.. find the redhead who was stupid enought to leave, another demands me to go to Stygia as i decited to, a new adventure, new sights and new women.

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The simple pleasures of life

Eventually, the headaches stopped completely. I must have been out for days, or perhaps even longer. I didn't know, and didn't care either. I got up from my sleeping place in the stables, and managed to stumble outside. The best part of the day had come and gone, but the sun still managed to shine warm upon my face.

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Blue cloth and women...

And once again it could be noticed Marcuis leading woman in his house. This time dark skinned, probably Stygian. It stays mystery what happens in there at night time. Some says it is long sleepless night, some thinks priest is gay or maybe it is just humble offer for help those who are need of shelter for night. In any case who leaves from his house at next morning usually leaves with smile on their faces...

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