Discord
Changelog
08-07-2020, 01:46 AM
A final note is left, a single message left for the one that finds it. The rest of the pages beyond this lay bare and blank. Save for a stain of what is possibly liquid silver mixed with belladonna.
To whomever finds this book, by the time this is read I am already gone. I have left this behind that it may be found as a testament for the joke of a life I had. I was born damned as my "kin" called it. Cursed with Lycanthropy. I for a brief time found a home, family, people I cared for...but a difference of opinion in slave branding, the draw of her blade cutting through me as if I was the enemy, the exile from the Temple I had come to know....sealed my fate from them, and for that the Kin I had come to care for hated me. I tried to find new purpose, a life under Bane, seeking perhaps a new house, yet in the end I came to realize, they don't want me either...just a free informant. They don't want a freak monster...The world wins then, its already done. I returned my gear to my former house...all of it. I will not go out a thief...and maybe that gear will help another who is more deserving of life.
I lied and told my kin I had chartered a boat home, the only boat home I have..is home to Banehold. Liquid silver with a large dose of belladonna. I already feel very ill, very weak, and I can feel it burning. It won't be long now. Her last words..."Get lost"....those last words will haunt me....as I leave this world behind. "I have no sympathy for you"....I never wanted sympathy....but I am beyond asking anymore....beyond believing that things can be better. That there is some hope for my future. There is no future. Not anymore.
~Calelruril Moonshadow - Gone and forgotten.
To whomever finds this book, by the time this is read I am already gone. I have left this behind that it may be found as a testament for the joke of a life I had. I was born damned as my "kin" called it. Cursed with Lycanthropy. I for a brief time found a home, family, people I cared for...but a difference of opinion in slave branding, the draw of her blade cutting through me as if I was the enemy, the exile from the Temple I had come to know....sealed my fate from them, and for that the Kin I had come to care for hated me. I tried to find new purpose, a life under Bane, seeking perhaps a new house, yet in the end I came to realize, they don't want me either...just a free informant. They don't want a freak monster...The world wins then, its already done. I returned my gear to my former house...all of it. I will not go out a thief...and maybe that gear will help another who is more deserving of life.
I lied and told my kin I had chartered a boat home, the only boat home I have..is home to Banehold. Liquid silver with a large dose of belladonna. I already feel very ill, very weak, and I can feel it burning. It won't be long now. Her last words..."Get lost"....those last words will haunt me....as I leave this world behind. "I have no sympathy for you"....I never wanted sympathy....but I am beyond asking anymore....beyond believing that things can be better. That there is some hope for my future. There is no future. Not anymore.
~Calelruril Moonshadow - Gone and forgotten.