Battered Sketchbook
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Title: Battered Sketchbook
Author: Jessie
If anyone should find this, leave it for me at the Wayfarer's Inn in East Britain.
-Jessica Prince
A thin, casually dressed
man with wavy, shoulder
length brown hair sits on
a park bench, legs
crossed, looking through
amethyst glasses at an
arcane textbook resting
on his lap. "Valen."
A pale, wrinkled, elderly man in black robes, sitting at a table on a cluttered rooftop. Lines and creases cover his face, his lips, cracked and dry. He stares off, detached. "Malik." A ruined keep, worn down by the ages, sits on the edge of a bay. The sun sets behind the weathered tower, and the faint outline of a man gazes out from the shadow of a window.
A woodland campsite, walled on all sides with spiked wooden palisades, a short tower poking up from the rear corner.
Three logs rest about a fire, and two figures share a bottle of liquor.
A woman rolls dice against four men. Two of the men seem depressed, the other two amused, and the woman looks very content with herself. A red shirt lies neatly folded in her lap.
A tall, slender man wearing a red shirt and a bandana stands in a near empty meeting hall, shaking hands with two dark clad visitors. The male, a scholar, the woman, a ranger. "Orelen."
A darkly dressed woman sits on a stool in an empty theatre, gazing toward the door with an expression of longing. Dark red hair hangs in curls from her ponytail. "Cezanne."
A bald, middle aged man with green eyes and a knowing smirk drinks with a white haired woman in blue. He wears a black shirt with red sleeves, and a three stoned ring. "Itullus Caius."
A strong looking, blue-garbed man sitting alone at a bar with a troubled look on his face. The hair showing from under his cap is gray with age, though still well maintained. "Malicite."
A young, malnourished girl with porcelain white skin and disheveled, brilliant red hair. She sits in a pile of hay next to a fire, the light making her bright green eyes even moreso. "Ember."
The brown haired scholar from the park and the red haired patron of the theatre embrace one another in a moonlit clearing. The colors used convey a feeling of sadness.
A lich with a rune-carved skull, eyes of blue flame and a mane of black hair sits across from the dark clad woman of earlier pages, the two sharing an enjoyable conversation. "Kaelthir."
--written on the back of
the previous page--
"The only undead I ever found pleasant.
This page and several after it have been ripped out. There is one other sketch on the following page.
A screaming woman kneels on a grave in the woods pouring forth a fountain of blood. The clearing around her rages in flames and twisted faces stare at her from the shadows.
35o 57'N, 36o 4'E