Journal IV
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the food is for her, for | the food is for her, for | ||
Sicarii... She doesn't | Sicarii... She doesn't | ||
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Enough of it would destroy | Enough of it would destroy | ||
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end to the curse. But He | end to the curse. But He | ||
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Latest revision as of 04:29, 1 August 2025
Title: Journal IV
Author: Leoric Gathenwale.
MONDAY
I wake up not recalling when I got back home.
My clothes are covered in blood and dirt. My hands are painfully calloused and my entire body is sore and aching. The last thing I clearly remember is an ominous presence, a cold breath in the back of my neck. An eerie, chilly voice whispered my name as burning cold claws clenched around my heart.
Then darkness... I washed and went to town for some bread and ham. People were frantic, speaking of abominations.
Then a town crier began shouting about skull totems, undead beings and Skeletal Liches roaming through Jhelom graveyard. I fell like the wind has been knocked our of me.
What has happened in the Tomb? What have I unleashed? What have I done?
TUESDAY
I was found wandering outside Covetous. My clothes in rags, covered with dirt, my hands bleeding sores. I don't remember leaving the house. I don't know how I got in this condition. The farmers who rescued me said I must have been attacked by the horrors that have overtaken Cove Cemetery. What I asked them what they meant, they told me the spectral armors were seen hovering not too far from me. Cursed souls are now invading Cove and Vesper cemeteries. The farmer's wife was emptying the wash basin of the water bloodied from cleansing my wounds and I suddenly felt insanely thirsty.
WEDNESDAY
The voice... the dreadful voice... It will not leave me alone. I can hear its whispers to me. It gnaws at me... mocks me... It tells me the things I've done, the things I do...
It tells me that when it's done with me, it will feed me to her, so I cannot undo the 'great' things I've done so far. I went back to the tomb last night. I was standing on a stone circle surrounded by skull candles and I spoke her name and it took me to her.
Her eyes, as dark as night, as cold as death, hypnotized me. I was bringing her food because she cannot get her own for now while we hide her. I don't know why we hide her. But she bit me.
And the voice told her to stop, she can have me later, but not now. The bite wound is festering...
THURSDAY
The blood everywhere, on my hands, on my face.
But not mine... no, not mine... It makes me hungry.... so hungry... but the food is for her, for Sicarii... She doesn't share. She never shares.
And if he let her, she would eat me too. I see her greedy eyes on me...
I would do her in first if I could. I know why the Voice made me hide her here. It's her venom.
Enough of it would destroy the totems and put an end to the curse. But He won't let me.
I'm so hungry...
FRIDAY
I killed him! I didn't want to, but the Voice... He made me do it! HE MADE ME!! And how He laughed...
How he mocked me...
I cannot go on...
I cannot...
May the flames cleanse me of my sins, of the foolish arrogance of me quest.
Forgive me...
- Leoric Gatherwale