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Garsith's Journal.... ( )
by Lucentfir on Tue Jun 08, 2010 10:41 am
The Journal of Garsith Anahak, its appearance seems tattered and nearly ruined with few strands of blood on the brown tattered leather cover ripped from the what seemed to be gashes from knives or a sword, that are layered three cuts in a sideways horizontal fashion. The book seems to hold what appears to be three necklaces outside the cover, near the spine of the book.Inside the back of the leather cover is writing to those who read this
For those who are going to read the pages of my past, my experiences in this life let it be known that everything in this book is true, the emotions I feel the sight I try to behold in to your eyes these words I speak will be nothing more then truth, and for those who have cared for me as family and a friend, I bid you farewell, for my life has indeed ended, and I wish I could have stayed longer, and as for my brothers I leave you with mother and father’s necklaces including my own, if you choose to keep them, keep them safe for they are the only things that I will leave behind in this world if at all of any importance to both of you, I am sorry I have never been there for both of you, and if I could change my decision back at the swamp jungles while you two fought I would……I have many regrets in my life that I wish I haven’t done and I am the one to blame for your suffering for not have been there for both of you. and for that I have failed as your older brother, I am sorry…. I deserve all the pain I have experienced in my life time plus more for my cowardice acts in the past and failures So I bid you two farewell, unless the spirits of nature leads my spirit back to you two, if nature even takes me back….Now you two will know what hardships I have been through, after you read this book and I am sorry Galeth and Anur…..
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Lucentfir - Member for 2 years
Re: Garsith's Journal.... ( )
by Lucentfir on Tue Jun 08, 2010 11:17 am
Entry Log #1
Location: Jungle Swamps of Lanir
The first day in where I began my journey through the world was at the swamps jungles with Galeth and Anur. I was hiding behind bushes nearby watching the both of them, watching them fight what seemed to be our dead kin and mages of black. I can hear the sounds of battle raging on as I watched them fight, mostly Anur, who seemed to be somewhat crazed, killing our kin both dead and alive. I could only watch from the sidelines from the bush feeling fear and cold in my body, I started to tremble at the sight of the dead kin and the pale figures that would shoot from their hands ice. I continued to watch Galeth and Anur fight valiantly but I was to scared to even join in this battle. I was thinking about joining until one of those figures that would seem to raise the dead snuck up behind me. He attempted to grasp my head with a glowing hand of purple, however my reflexes seemed to kick in before he was able to touch me, I knew he would be behind me as I heard twigs snap underfoot behind. I quickly turned around and slammed my forearm into his neck with great strength sending this man flying to the ground. I believe I broke his neck, on the impacting blow.
I then thought if one would try to sneak behind me, then more would possibly appear. Fear started to consume me, and I started to panic, wither or not if I should join Galeth and Anur or if I should run. The power of these mages known as necromancer placed fear into my heart of being used against my brothers, the thought of me being mindless slave attempting to kill my own kin made me shudder, I would have rather have not existed then to kill or fight my own brothers, but time was the matter of the essence for me so i had decided to run to avoid being turned into another minion of these spellcasters they call Necromancers. Before running to a different direction away from this battle, I would look to the ground to find a small book on the floor. It seemed to be in a readable language to me labeled on the front "Dark book of the Necromancer's temple." I would stare at it for a second before picking it up from the ground while starting to run, from the area. I could hear battle still ragging on as I left the area becoming more distant as I ran further and further and further until I could not hear those sounds again.
My body grew tired as i ran I would pant before stopping and resting beside a tree, of black bark, and moss. I sat down by the roots of the tree and leaned my back on the tree, resting. I couldn't believe what I have done, I just ran for my life to save only myself while I left Galeth and Anur to their deaths by battle.How could have I done such a thing! Why did I do it, Its my responsibility to protect them. Why did I leave them to battle while I saved my own hide...was it because of the fear that filled my body? Was it because I was afraid to die? I should have fought along side them protecting them with my life! I have shamed myself, to the Anahak family...I still wondered if they were still fighting or dead or who knows what happened, but my action is unforgivable, no matter how scared I came to be I should have never left them to save myself. I pondered in sorrow at the possible outcomes of the battle, all seeming slim for my brothers. Resting against the tree i find the tops of the trees dancing with the winds of peaceful nature that held the blue sky upwards it seemed. I would stare at the sky for a long period thinking deeply about my brothers, my life, and my family, all fading away with the winds of my memories causing me to feel despair and sorrow. I would close my eyes after a second feeling nature around myself, inhaling its exuberance I would try to keep my hopes up having my brothers alive.
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Lucentfir - Member for 2 years
Re: Garsith's Journal.... ( )
by Lucentfir on Wed Jun 09, 2010 5:30 pm
Entry Log #2
Location:Jungle Swamps of Lanir
Its been a few hours after my break at the tree, I don’t know how far I have gone from the battle that raged in the forest with my brothers. My worries were mostly about Galeth since he was the youngest brother of our family, I felt responsible for him after mother and father passed away, I was also worried about Anur, but I know Anur was a brave and great fighter, especially after I seen him slaughter our kin dead and alive. While I walk on this path of moss and dirt I continue to think about them, despite my current condition, unarmed, tired, tense sore, thirsty, all in one batch that hit me continuously, and the only thing I can think about were my brother’s faiths if they were alive or even hurt. I am filled with regret now, wishing to go back, but it would be over already if I did meaning I would have traveled back to find nothing, but dead corpses….I didn’t want that, I would ask Nature to guide me through the jungle swamps if she could, I only wish my brothers were safe and alive that was my only request to nature herself.
I stopped after a few more minutes of traveling feeling my thirst get to me, my throat is dry from my hours of venture through these swamp jungles of Lainr, I had no idea whereI was going at all but I knew I was on the dangerous side of the forest. The ground was littered with footsteps of what seemed to be footprints by humans. All seeming to be heading to one direction. I knew this place would normally patrolled judging the tracks were still fresh. I wouldn’t want to stay here to find out who made these track so I headed through many of the bushes striving to be unfound by anything, but for a place to rest. My body started to wobble feeling exhaustion. It was very tolling on my awareness to these parts of jungle, my footsteps started to drag, my eyes were heavy. Everything seeming to start to fade away from me as if sleep was forcing me out of my body into the darkness of void. Nearly falling asleep while walking, shutting off my hearing. I then feel my feet beginning to get colder as I walk but how?, it felt as if my shins were in water as I progress further. I would then open my eyes to find myself in a small river, the water flowing down a gorge from above. It seemed Nature was watching me, I am thankful she was. I knelled down and cupped my hands to catch the free flowing water with my hands to drink with, after I did so I drank it all in one gulp tasting the freshness and cold of it setting my thirst at ease and satisfied. After my drink I needed to catch up on rest, I felt dreadfully exhausted from today’s travel. I position myself by this tree of green and tan, which is surrounded by bushes and nearby to the river, it is quite peaceful here, but my thoughts would still be solely on my brothers, hoping they were still alive. This is the entry for today, I’m just going to rest and proceed forward tomorrow.... good night....
Location:Jungle Swamps of Lanir
Its been a few hours after my break at the tree, I don’t know how far I have gone from the battle that raged in the forest with my brothers. My worries were mostly about Galeth since he was the youngest brother of our family, I felt responsible for him after mother and father passed away, I was also worried about Anur, but I know Anur was a brave and great fighter, especially after I seen him slaughter our kin dead and alive. While I walk on this path of moss and dirt I continue to think about them, despite my current condition, unarmed, tired, tense sore, thirsty, all in one batch that hit me continuously, and the only thing I can think about were my brother’s faiths if they were alive or even hurt. I am filled with regret now, wishing to go back, but it would be over already if I did meaning I would have traveled back to find nothing, but dead corpses….I didn’t want that, I would ask Nature to guide me through the jungle swamps if she could, I only wish my brothers were safe and alive that was my only request to nature herself.
I stopped after a few more minutes of traveling feeling my thirst get to me, my throat is dry from my hours of venture through these swamp jungles of Lainr, I had no idea whereI was going at all but I knew I was on the dangerous side of the forest. The ground was littered with footsteps of what seemed to be footprints by humans. All seeming to be heading to one direction. I knew this place would normally patrolled judging the tracks were still fresh. I wouldn’t want to stay here to find out who made these track so I headed through many of the bushes striving to be unfound by anything, but for a place to rest. My body started to wobble feeling exhaustion. It was very tolling on my awareness to these parts of jungle, my footsteps started to drag, my eyes were heavy. Everything seeming to start to fade away from me as if sleep was forcing me out of my body into the darkness of void. Nearly falling asleep while walking, shutting off my hearing. I then feel my feet beginning to get colder as I walk but how?, it felt as if my shins were in water as I progress further. I would then open my eyes to find myself in a small river, the water flowing down a gorge from above. It seemed Nature was watching me, I am thankful she was. I knelled down and cupped my hands to catch the free flowing water with my hands to drink with, after I did so I drank it all in one gulp tasting the freshness and cold of it setting my thirst at ease and satisfied. After my drink I needed to catch up on rest, I felt dreadfully exhausted from today’s travel. I position myself by this tree of green and tan, which is surrounded by bushes and nearby to the river, it is quite peaceful here, but my thoughts would still be solely on my brothers, hoping they were still alive. This is the entry for today, I’m just going to rest and proceed forward tomorrow.... good night....
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Lucentfir - Member for 2 years
Re: Garsith's Journal.... ( )
by Lucentfir on Thu Jun 10, 2010 6:34 am
Entry Log #3
Location: Death Desert
Entry Log #3
Location: Death Desert
I awoke this morning to the sounds of the running waters of the river and the
birds chirping. It seemed to be another day of safety as I awoke in the same place I was when I slept undisturbed and untouched. I would stand to my feet and begin to stretch feeling the cool air of the jungle swamps still having that inviting aura in the forest. I would begin to think it was to early to head out since I didn’t know exactly where was going either. I would think for a second before remembering the book I had picked up the previous day after from the necromancer mage I killed. I would look at the ground where I slept for that night only to find it in the spot where I was sleeping. Seeming to wonder what was inside the book I opened it, only to find many rune symbols in the with words different but somewhat similar to the druid’s language that calls nature to aid them.
I would read the book to find many strange words and their meaning, the dark arts is what it was called in the book, seeming to rotate about revival and curses, which is forbidden by our race, due to our religion, but I needed to know the secrets behind my enemy. As they would say, to beat your enemy you had to know your enemy, which was a good enough reason for me, to try and learn. I would sit down near a wall of earth while reading the book I had acquired from the dead necromancer, it seemed to draw all my though into the book as if it were a the only thing in existence right now.
About after three hours of reading the book straight I had stumbled across a story of a sword made of bones of a ancient demon. It was something that was deemed only for warriors of the highest skills and wits. I would think of it as a challenge for myself as well as a test for me to prove if I should still exist, for my actions in these jungle swamps. The sword of these bones of the ancient demon were said to have extraordinary magic draining powers as well as strength to strike down even the greatest necromancers and mages, depending on the amount of will power the user has. With that in my mind I would read the last parts of it stating to be in “Death Desert” which was nor
h of hy current position. I needed to prove myself of my own strength and trial myself for my actions, it was the only way for me to convince myself and to repay for leaving my brothers behind.
I would then stand up and close this book of mine and place it in my pouch. I would then head out towards the north area, heading for the Death Desert. After about two hours I would arrive at the landscape of yellow and begin to walk across it feeling the sand shift beneath my feet as I walked the hot scorching desert .I’ll end this entry for now and fill in another when I get the chance.
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Location: Death Desert
Entry Log #3
Location: Death Desert
I awoke this morning to the sounds of the running waters of the river and the
birds chirping. It seemed to be another day of safety as I awoke in the same place I was when I slept undisturbed and untouched. I would stand to my feet and begin to stretch feeling the cool air of the jungle swamps still having that inviting aura in the forest. I would begin to think it was to early to head out since I didn’t know exactly where was going either. I would think for a second before remembering the book I had picked up the previous day after from the necromancer mage I killed. I would look at the ground where I slept for that night only to find it in the spot where I was sleeping. Seeming to wonder what was inside the book I opened it, only to find many rune symbols in the with words different but somewhat similar to the druid’s language that calls nature to aid them.
I would read the book to find many strange words and their meaning, the dark arts is what it was called in the book, seeming to rotate about revival and curses, which is forbidden by our race, due to our religion, but I needed to know the secrets behind my enemy. As they would say, to beat your enemy you had to know your enemy, which was a good enough reason for me, to try and learn. I would sit down near a wall of earth while reading the book I had acquired from the dead necromancer, it seemed to draw all my though into the book as if it were a the only thing in existence right now.
About after three hours of reading the book straight I had stumbled across a story of a sword made of bones of a ancient demon. It was something that was deemed only for warriors of the highest skills and wits. I would think of it as a challenge for myself as well as a test for me to prove if I should still exist, for my actions in these jungle swamps. The sword of these bones of the ancient demon were said to have extraordinary magic draining powers as well as strength to strike down even the greatest necromancers and mages, depending on the amount of will power the user has. With that in my mind I would read the last parts of it stating to be in “Death Desert” which was nor
h of hy current position. I needed to prove myself of my own strength and trial myself for my actions, it was the only way for me to convince myself and to repay for leaving my brothers behind.
I would then stand up and close this book of mine and place it in my pouch. I would then head out towards the north area, heading for the Death Desert. After about two hours I would arrive at the landscape of yellow and begin to walk across it feeling the sand shift beneath my feet as I walked the hot scorching desert .I’ll end this entry for now and fill in another when I get the chance.
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Lucentfir - Member for 2 years
Re: Garsith's Journal.... ( )
by Lucentfir on Wed Jun 23, 2010 5:29 am
Entry Log #4
Location: Unknown Place in Death Desert
God its been awfully a long trip trough this god forsaken desert. I wonder how long I have been traveling through here for, with the heat pounding agaisnt my head the last few hours. I began to feel a little light headed. Well thanks to nightfall it became much cooler which I thank nature for. Right now I am resting beside this rock with a few designs in carved in it. I wonder what they mean. I have a bad feeling about this environment and I feel as if I am being watched, but I try to ignore this feeling and hope for my brother’s safety the entire time. I don’t know how long it will take to get to this abandon temple but I am determined to get there. I need to stay strong and proceed forward. This is about the forth day I have been traveling through this environment. The skies are shimmering with bright stars and a cloudless sky of darkness. I think I will pull off some sleep, my water supply is getting relatively low and I need to find a water supply quick if I want to survive. For now I think I will conclude this entry for tonight and catch up on some really needed sleep. Let mother nature watch over me.
Location: Unknown Place in Death Desert
God its been awfully a long trip trough this god forsaken desert. I wonder how long I have been traveling through here for, with the heat pounding agaisnt my head the last few hours. I began to feel a little light headed. Well thanks to nightfall it became much cooler which I thank nature for. Right now I am resting beside this rock with a few designs in carved in it. I wonder what they mean. I have a bad feeling about this environment and I feel as if I am being watched, but I try to ignore this feeling and hope for my brother’s safety the entire time. I don’t know how long it will take to get to this abandon temple but I am determined to get there. I need to stay strong and proceed forward. This is about the forth day I have been traveling through this environment. The skies are shimmering with bright stars and a cloudless sky of darkness. I think I will pull off some sleep, my water supply is getting relatively low and I need to find a water supply quick if I want to survive. For now I think I will conclude this entry for tonight and catch up on some really needed sleep. Let mother nature watch over me.
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Lucentfir - Member for 2 years
Re: Garsith's Journal.... ( )
by Lucentfir on Wed Jun 23, 2010 6:42 am
Entry Log #5
Location: Damp Cell in a unknown area
This is a bad situation I am in as I write in this entry. I am in a damp cell of rock as if it were a mountian’s inside or a cave. My arms and legs ar shackled to the wall. The only thing allowing me to write in this entry is the six feet of chain attached to these shackles what bind me. The only things I have is this journal and a writing instrument with red ink still fresh at it’s tip. I remember just very few things before I got here. I woke up after taking my rest at the wall, and got up. I looked around the entire desert seeing the blazing sun starting to beat down upon my head again.
I began to walk now, seeing it was the best time too before things got hot to the point of wanting to faint. I began to speed up my stepping still finding nothing but golden sand around me, a few skulls of animals and hot sand beneath my feet. The harsh environment was starting to get to me after a hour or two walking forward without anymore water. My head was light headed now, I felt as if I were going to collapse in the very spot I stood in while walking until a black figure came into view from a distance.
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I began to think to myself is this a hallucination or is this real? While I thought of that I proceeded to advance toward the figure taking slow steps. The figure seemed to get closer and closer as I walked until suddenly it was right in front of me. It was a a figure in a cloak of black. It appeared to be a man due to the decaying teeth and dirty appearance on his mouth seeming to have his face landed in dirt. I began to scratch my head before saying “are you real?” this man simply smiled before waving his hands at me. I began to feel my head spin before blacking out. Now I find myself here bound inside a cage unknowing of my faith. I believe that man has placed me in here and I am going to be here for a while so I end his entry for now, until I have something figured out, or what not.
Location: Damp Cell in a unknown area
This is a bad situation I am in as I write in this entry. I am in a damp cell of rock as if it were a mountian’s inside or a cave. My arms and legs ar shackled to the wall. The only thing allowing me to write in this entry is the six feet of chain attached to these shackles what bind me. The only things I have is this journal and a writing instrument with red ink still fresh at it’s tip. I remember just very few things before I got here. I woke up after taking my rest at the wall, and got up. I looked around the entire desert seeing the blazing sun starting to beat down upon my head again.
I began to walk now, seeing it was the best time too before things got hot to the point of wanting to faint. I began to speed up my stepping still finding nothing but golden sand around me, a few skulls of animals and hot sand beneath my feet. The harsh environment was starting to get to me after a hour or two walking forward without anymore water. My head was light headed now, I felt as if I were going to collapse in the very spot I stood in while walking until a black figure came into view from a distance.
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I began to think to myself is this a hallucination or is this real? While I thought of that I proceeded to advance toward the figure taking slow steps. The figure seemed to get closer and closer as I walked until suddenly it was right in front of me. It was a a figure in a cloak of black. It appeared to be a man due to the decaying teeth and dirty appearance on his mouth seeming to have his face landed in dirt. I began to scratch my head before saying “are you real?” this man simply smiled before waving his hands at me. I began to feel my head spin before blacking out. Now I find myself here bound inside a cage unknowing of my faith. I believe that man has placed me in here and I am going to be here for a while so I end his entry for now, until I have something figured out, or what not.
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Lucentfir - Member for 2 years
Re: Garsith's Journal.... ( )
by Lucentfir on Wed Jul 07, 2010 1:28 pm
Entry Log #6
Location: Damp Cell in a Underground Ruins
I just found out, this man wants to do experiments on me, using my blood and scales to I guess to create potions and other things. I find this very unfortunate seeing I am un armed and being held here against my will. I have also been told we are in the middle of Death Desert, near the temple of the sirens. I wonder if that is the place where the item I seek is, but first if I want to investigate I have to get out of this cage. It seems impossible though….I feel extremely weak and dehydrated. The man gives me very little water to drink and merely gives me, very small amounts of food I don’t know, what its made from and it tastes ranges from awful to wired but, its just enough to keep my strength up. I can hear the moaning of other beings in this place, wishing to be let out, but they are quickly silenced when blood or flesh is being taken. I feel as if we are just a farm for his creations, using us for what we can produce or make.
I am feeling more insecure as time passes by, I feel I am the only one left in this place….as if everyone vanished except this man that has me in here. I have many cuts on my arm right now where he extracted blood from me. I have ripped flesh from where he ripped some of my scales off, it hurts like a bitch….but there isn’t anything I can do about it.. I maybe here for the rest of my life or until he decides to execute me either way I will be here for a while until a blessing from nature or a miracle happens. I guess this is what I deserve for abandoning both Galeth and Anur in the jungle swamps. I will sit here alone in darkness and pain while I think of what I have done, as this is my punishment for what I have done, a light punishment.I will end this entry and think a long while before writing in another entry.
Location: Damp Cell in a Underground Ruins
I just found out, this man wants to do experiments on me, using my blood and scales to I guess to create potions and other things. I find this very unfortunate seeing I am un armed and being held here against my will. I have also been told we are in the middle of Death Desert, near the temple of the sirens. I wonder if that is the place where the item I seek is, but first if I want to investigate I have to get out of this cage. It seems impossible though….I feel extremely weak and dehydrated. The man gives me very little water to drink and merely gives me, very small amounts of food I don’t know, what its made from and it tastes ranges from awful to wired but, its just enough to keep my strength up. I can hear the moaning of other beings in this place, wishing to be let out, but they are quickly silenced when blood or flesh is being taken. I feel as if we are just a farm for his creations, using us for what we can produce or make.
I am feeling more insecure as time passes by, I feel I am the only one left in this place….as if everyone vanished except this man that has me in here. I have many cuts on my arm right now where he extracted blood from me. I have ripped flesh from where he ripped some of my scales off, it hurts like a bitch….but there isn’t anything I can do about it.. I maybe here for the rest of my life or until he decides to execute me either way I will be here for a while until a blessing from nature or a miracle happens. I guess this is what I deserve for abandoning both Galeth and Anur in the jungle swamps. I will sit here alone in darkness and pain while I think of what I have done, as this is my punishment for what I have done, a light punishment.I will end this entry and think a long while before writing in another entry.
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Lucentfir - Member for 2 years
Re: Garsith's Journal.... ( )
by Lucentfir on Wed Jul 07, 2010 5:51 pm
Entry log #7
Location: Underground Ruins ???
It has been two months since I last wrote in this old thing…..but a miracle had just saved me from this punishment of two months. which I should write about it in here. A While ago the strange man who kept us here was extracting blood from another person it seemed the strange man didn’t look or feel as well as he did a couple of weeks back. His skin seemed to show splotches of purple on his neck and the side of his face. The entire time he was here he was panting ,doing the extractions of blood and flesh as fast as he could today. I have a feeling the reason why he keeps us here is for his own medical purposes now, or just some experiments, who knows, but I know for certain the man was using other materials used for potions and such, only use of other strange objects that may give infections are capable of the splotches….kind of like the Stragon Root in Lanir if misused or extracted wrong it taints the skin with a painful infection.
When the man had gotten to me, though he seemed to reach his limit. The man opened my cell and walked in quite fast. I remembered he moved as if his life depended on it. Having a knife in his hand with blood traveling down the edges. He took about three steps before grabbing my left arm, and proceeded to dig the edge of the knife into my scaled flesh. The pain from the wound made my mind ache and made me yank on the restraints while I yelled in pain. It was a horrible way he did it, unlike before he would just slice me or rip of a scale, but he stabbed it straight into my arm…it feels like it died hence where he stabbed it.
My wound from the knife gushed out blood traveling down my arm down my sides. The man had a vial and placed it underneath the wound where he had stabbed me. It took a couple of minutes before the small vial was full of blood. After he was done with the extraction he left me in the cell again in pain but….when he reached the cell entrance he seemed to wobble which made me wonder what was up with him, until he finally fell to the ground dead and not breathing, for some reason.
I look to see the keys feel in front of me, the way ou t of these restraints. I tried to use my other arm to grab the keys but they were still so distant. I decided to use my legs now, seeing that was the only part of my body that had the reach. using a clawed foot I tried to grasp the key chains using my toes trying to grasp the ring, but it proved to be a hard task seeing it was connected with the garb the dead man wore. After a minute or two I had the key chain in my toes grasp and I pulled the key ring from the garb ripping it. I pulled my foot closer to my arm that hadn’t been stabbed so I could grasp the key ring with keys in my hand. . It took only a few seconds before I had the keys in my hand and I began to unlock the shackles in my arm that felt dead but could still move around, slowly though.
After I had unlocked my stabbed arm from the shackle, it feel to the ground sending a small shake through my arm causing me to grunt in pain. now that my arm was free I used my stabbed arm to grab the key but the pain I felt through the wound was torturous, with every movement with the arm I made. I had then finally unlocked my other arm freeing it from the shackles that held me in bondage to the wall with chains. Now all that was left was the shackles at my ankles. I used my right arm to hold the key and begin to unlock the shackles at my ankles .It took only but a second to remove them from my ankles.
Once I was relieved of all my bindings I got to my feet slowly pushing my back against the wall feeling comfort now, thanks to this strange event. My thoughts wandered my mind for a second thinking of where my things were. With that thought I staggered outside my cell. I found myself looking down three corridors that were lined with cells about ten cells down each corridor, but the feeling was that there were only very few people here about half the total amount of cells here. I then walked down the corridor left of me seeing a room at the end. My eyes pass over to the cell that was next to mine seeing other beings such as humans, dragonborns, and other creatures. They all seemed to be near death or overly drained of strength.
I felt what they have felt so in my instinct I had to help the others in the cells as prisoners. I went into a fast movement though not that fast due to my body being on the bare minimum of strength. I unlocked the cell door and kicked the cell door of steel bars down. The cell was the same as his except it dripped a bit more water from the rocky ceiling above. The being was a one of dragon nature, those who called themselves Dragonborns. This dragonborn looked up at me with widened eyes seeming to be surprised at who appeared. The dragon born asked “Where is the cursed being that locked us here?” I nodded weakly before unlocking his wrists and ankles of bindings. I then replied “He died….after he extracted from me, as he stepping away from my cell, going on to you I think. He died of disease or something I don‘t know but I want you to release the other prisoners from here as well, can you do that?” I asked whilst handing the dragonborn the keys. He nodded taking the keys and staggering to his feet. I was glad we were fee now, but I need my things before finding the exit were my thoughts. I stepped out the dragonborns cell and walked down the corridor hearing the sounds of the cell doors being unlocked as well as shackles.
When I had arrived at the end of the corridor I opened the door of wood and walked into it. My eyes peered around the room seeing may strange things such as a table, with blood stains on it, as well as tools and such for what seemed to be surgery. Blood coated the edges of the tools as well as the blunt objects. There were many vials of blood and other skin samples and a few scales I knew were mine. I then see many of the possessions of others in a pile, along with some food. The stone floor of this place was cold and blood splattered always by the feel and look of it. As I approached the pile of things. It only took a few steps for me to arrive at the pile and begin to search. I only took about thirty seconds before finding my pouch. I look around inside to see if there was anything missing but surprisingly nothing was missing. After I searched through my pouch I strapped it to my waist.
After doing so I took out the journal again and began to write this log. I sit down here on a cushioned platform seeming to be used for rest. as I write this, and I am a bit tired, so I will conclude this journal entry for now later.
Location: Underground Ruins ???
It has been two months since I last wrote in this old thing…..but a miracle had just saved me from this punishment of two months. which I should write about it in here. A While ago the strange man who kept us here was extracting blood from another person it seemed the strange man didn’t look or feel as well as he did a couple of weeks back. His skin seemed to show splotches of purple on his neck and the side of his face. The entire time he was here he was panting ,doing the extractions of blood and flesh as fast as he could today. I have a feeling the reason why he keeps us here is for his own medical purposes now, or just some experiments, who knows, but I know for certain the man was using other materials used for potions and such, only use of other strange objects that may give infections are capable of the splotches….kind of like the Stragon Root in Lanir if misused or extracted wrong it taints the skin with a painful infection.
When the man had gotten to me, though he seemed to reach his limit. The man opened my cell and walked in quite fast. I remembered he moved as if his life depended on it. Having a knife in his hand with blood traveling down the edges. He took about three steps before grabbing my left arm, and proceeded to dig the edge of the knife into my scaled flesh. The pain from the wound made my mind ache and made me yank on the restraints while I yelled in pain. It was a horrible way he did it, unlike before he would just slice me or rip of a scale, but he stabbed it straight into my arm…it feels like it died hence where he stabbed it.
My wound from the knife gushed out blood traveling down my arm down my sides. The man had a vial and placed it underneath the wound where he had stabbed me. It took a couple of minutes before the small vial was full of blood. After he was done with the extraction he left me in the cell again in pain but….when he reached the cell entrance he seemed to wobble which made me wonder what was up with him, until he finally fell to the ground dead and not breathing, for some reason.
I look to see the keys feel in front of me, the way ou t of these restraints. I tried to use my other arm to grab the keys but they were still so distant. I decided to use my legs now, seeing that was the only part of my body that had the reach. using a clawed foot I tried to grasp the key chains using my toes trying to grasp the ring, but it proved to be a hard task seeing it was connected with the garb the dead man wore. After a minute or two I had the key chain in my toes grasp and I pulled the key ring from the garb ripping it. I pulled my foot closer to my arm that hadn’t been stabbed so I could grasp the key ring with keys in my hand. . It took only a few seconds before I had the keys in my hand and I began to unlock the shackles in my arm that felt dead but could still move around, slowly though.
After I had unlocked my stabbed arm from the shackle, it feel to the ground sending a small shake through my arm causing me to grunt in pain. now that my arm was free I used my stabbed arm to grab the key but the pain I felt through the wound was torturous, with every movement with the arm I made. I had then finally unlocked my other arm freeing it from the shackles that held me in bondage to the wall with chains. Now all that was left was the shackles at my ankles. I used my right arm to hold the key and begin to unlock the shackles at my ankles .It took only but a second to remove them from my ankles.
Once I was relieved of all my bindings I got to my feet slowly pushing my back against the wall feeling comfort now, thanks to this strange event. My thoughts wandered my mind for a second thinking of where my things were. With that thought I staggered outside my cell. I found myself looking down three corridors that were lined with cells about ten cells down each corridor, but the feeling was that there were only very few people here about half the total amount of cells here. I then walked down the corridor left of me seeing a room at the end. My eyes pass over to the cell that was next to mine seeing other beings such as humans, dragonborns, and other creatures. They all seemed to be near death or overly drained of strength.
I felt what they have felt so in my instinct I had to help the others in the cells as prisoners. I went into a fast movement though not that fast due to my body being on the bare minimum of strength. I unlocked the cell door and kicked the cell door of steel bars down. The cell was the same as his except it dripped a bit more water from the rocky ceiling above. The being was a one of dragon nature, those who called themselves Dragonborns. This dragonborn looked up at me with widened eyes seeming to be surprised at who appeared. The dragon born asked “Where is the cursed being that locked us here?” I nodded weakly before unlocking his wrists and ankles of bindings. I then replied “He died….after he extracted from me, as he stepping away from my cell, going on to you I think. He died of disease or something I don‘t know but I want you to release the other prisoners from here as well, can you do that?” I asked whilst handing the dragonborn the keys. He nodded taking the keys and staggering to his feet. I was glad we were fee now, but I need my things before finding the exit were my thoughts. I stepped out the dragonborns cell and walked down the corridor hearing the sounds of the cell doors being unlocked as well as shackles.
When I had arrived at the end of the corridor I opened the door of wood and walked into it. My eyes peered around the room seeing may strange things such as a table, with blood stains on it, as well as tools and such for what seemed to be surgery. Blood coated the edges of the tools as well as the blunt objects. There were many vials of blood and other skin samples and a few scales I knew were mine. I then see many of the possessions of others in a pile, along with some food. The stone floor of this place was cold and blood splattered always by the feel and look of it. As I approached the pile of things. It only took a few steps for me to arrive at the pile and begin to search. I only took about thirty seconds before finding my pouch. I look around inside to see if there was anything missing but surprisingly nothing was missing. After I searched through my pouch I strapped it to my waist.
After doing so I took out the journal again and began to write this log. I sit down here on a cushioned platform seeming to be used for rest. as I write this, and I am a bit tired, so I will conclude this journal entry for now later.
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