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~"December 24th, Year 777


It’s been a year and a half since Lord Elwich II, our current king, foretold of Evil’s coming doom.

"And Evil will be wiped clear from the world in the blessed year of 777. We shall live in harmony amongst ourselves and peace will be on the tongues of all. May we live joyfully."

It began as the jest of the town; even good hearted folk mocked his seeming foolishness. But now we are thinning. Like the leaves of trees, we fall one by one. This bitter Christmas Eve has been a blindingly bright one for those left in the darkness. I’ve watched thieves, assassins, bandits, and even warlocks trade their sharpened blades and magic staves for the pitchforks and hoes of farmers. It’s disgusting what’s happening to this world. It’s as if Elwich the Tyrant has become a god of this world; his words are to be but spoken to become real as daybreak.

Christmas was the ideal opportunity for thieving; Thieves now are purchasing, with money, gifts for their new families. Blood-thirsty, heartless assassins enjoyed killing on the eve of holidays so that they may lessen the morale of their enemies. Now they simply kill the fattened boar and sip cups of blood-red wine. Times are changing. We who were once found in every city are quickly being vanquished from this earth. But how? What is the cause of our weakness? What is happening?


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December 25th, Year 777


The frosty snow bit at my skin as I had ventured out of my old guild. No one was left to watch the worn-down building, but it was Christmas Day, and everyone was enjoying the comfort of their warm homes. Alone I crept through the city towards Elwich’s grand castle. It shone like a diamond beside coal, standing tall on the hill on which it rested. Its towers overlooked the snow covered city like bird of prey hunting dinner.

Wrapped in a long, black scarf, I worked my way through Winter’s storm. I was determined to discover What was happening within Elwich’s blasted lair. I was one of the remaining few villainous characters in this town… I had nothing to lose but my life… and I’m expecting to lose that in any approaching day.

It was easy enough entering into the main halls of the castle; The guards were all away with their families and entrance to the castle’s main corridors was nearly always open to the public. My footsteps echoed off the marble walls as I wearily stumbled along the royal-purple carpets. I knew not where I was going, but I knew I needed to go up. Reaching the hidden chambers that rested out of reach of the public was my goal. One could call it a thief’s intuition. My pace was slow at first due to the freezing conditions in which I had traveled for the past hour but it quickly increased as the giant flames of the castle warmed my blood. I had no desire to stay in this god-forsaken place; my stumble soon became a run.

It seems that Kind Lord Elwich has simply left locks in my path to slow me. I must recall his kindness to me the next few times I speak of his silly name. It took me no longer than a minute to access the many locked rooms. But after I was in, I found myself in another labyrinth of halls. Instinct told me to go up a flight of stairs I spotted at the end of a darker hall. Giving the floor’s halls one last look around, I made my way to the dark door and up its winding stairs. It felt as if I ran for hours though I’m sure it was but a few minutes…

Silence has always been a dear friend of mine. Today, however, I seem to be more nervous in her sweet presence than normal. My sweaty hands fumbled the pick I was using to break the lock, and when I finally heard the click of surrender, I released a breath of relief. I finally reached my destination. I was sure of it.

The room in which I entered was dimly lit by a small fireplace in the far corner and a small candle on a single table which was apparently placed closer to the bigger flames in search of warmth. There seemed to be no other entrance, or exit, to the room, and my time there was short. After all, the candle indicated that there had been someone in the room not too long ago. I quickly ran to the table, for that and a chair were the only pieces of furniture in the room, and fingered through the contents that rested on it. Papers with quick scrawls of what seemed like battle logs sat in stacks in one corner while a strange amulet sat in another. Tools and instruments, obviously enchanted by spells, sat around the dark purple amulet as well as a pen and a single piece of paper that had finer penmanship than the rest. I shrugged off the desire to go unnoticed and quickly scooped everything into a sack I had brought, leaving the table too noticeably bare for my tastes. I threw aside my thieving habits and quickly dashed back down the stairs and, as inconspicuously as possible, out of the castle.


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December 26, Year 777


In the darkness of the guild, I silently read by a flickering candle’s light the parchments I had stolen. The rustling of the papers as I flipped them seemed loud enough to be considered a death wish to any low-life, but I didn’t care. I was determined to find How Elwich was doing this to us… I was determined to find a way around it. The first paper read:


“Lord Elwich,


We’ve broken another gate and have cleansed this land of the rancid evil that once roamed its green plains. According to your spell weavers, there should only be two or three left. My men are ready to move at your bidding. With each rooster’s shout the sun shines brighter and we grow more and more excited about the future you are creating for us. Vahlin also sends his greetings.


In your honor,
Jenithor”


I bit my lip as I flipped through more of the pages. A chill ran down my spine as each page told of one similar thing: the wars of the gates. At that time I knew not what these gates were, but I knew someone who could help.

Leaving the comfort and darkness of the old building I called home I traveled to my good friend Halimar’s home. Once it was a place of cheer and silly fun for me and my comrades, but now it has become a simple library. I miss the days Halimar and I raided the king’s stables and stole from his journeymen, but those days are long past. Halimar of DeathWinds has become Halimar the Librarian. Whatever made him thrown down his wands and pick up story books instead is what I need to discover. And so I went to the depressing building filled with sentimental thoughts and nodded to my old friend. Halimar greeted me kindly with a respectable “Good evening, sir” but I felt no kindness enter me. He didn’t know me anymore. Taking a breathe, I made my way past a whispering couple to the back of the building to find the single black bookshelf—the only shelf from which I ever chose—sitting quietly in a dusty corner. This was the only piece of furniture worth anything in the household. Pressed between the pitch-colored wood were books that belonged to the true Halimar… the Real Halimar. Books of spells, books of black magic, books of history, books of accountings, even a small journal of my adventures with DeathWind were resting silently here. I ran a gloved hand over the hardback books full of memory before making my choice. Relieving a dusty, midnight blue book from the shelf’s grasp, I cracked it open, and read deep into the night.


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December 27, Year 777


I woke the next morning with a blanket over my shoulders and a pillow under my head. However, the smell of old books still filled my nose as I breathed an awakening breath. Halimar was as kind as ever it seemed and for that I am grateful, but there was no time to purchase him a gift of gratitude. Wiping sleep away from my eyes, I opened the book caught tightly between my left hand’s fingers and looked. There, on the page I had marked with a finger the night before, was a single picture with a description beneath it.


“Black Gates ~ the source of all Evil in the world. Without these gates, Good would become corrupt in its abundance and thus eventually lead to the destruction of the world. Good requires Evil as much as the body requires sustenance. There is no possible way of separating the two and having a positive outcome.

~ The Wandering Warlocks Society”


I mumbled the words under my breath before shakily returning the book to its former seat. In his stupidity, Elwich was going to destroy the world. Could a king become any more monstrous?

On entering my home I was greeted by gentle snow floating down through the large crack in the ceiling. I fell to the floor, which creaked beneath my weight, and pitifully released a long sigh. Life could not have taken any turn worse than the one I had just discovered it had taken. A small drop of liquid formed at the side of my eye and slid slowly off the side of my cheek as Silence embraced me quietly. What was left of life? Nothing.


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~"February 6, Year 778


I must have appeared to be an insane lunatic with the way my laughter echoed out of the guild halls and into the streets. I’m more than sure the old building has been classified as haunted by now; thankfully that fact falls under the category of helpful things. Where better to hide from the noose and death than alongside the ghosts?

I finally broke the secret of the amulet! There’s no doubt about it; the amulet I had stolen off the Elwich’s table is actually Connected to the Black Gates. It’s no wonder it was on the table with the rest of that imbecile’s research. As long as I can keep this hidden and safe I may have a slight chance. Simply by holding it I feel as if I’m charged with unearthly energy. I’ve never felt more capable of doing anything before. Perhaps we should muster up the remaining few of us villainous characters and take Elwich’s head tomorrow… Perhaps I should take Elwich’s head…”~


~ A Collection of Journals Found in an Old Bakery Building

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~"January 6th, Year 765

Magic. That’s what I was told I had. Magic, the Disease. The doctor said that I would have this disease all my life. He said that I should be sent away. I don’t know what to do. My mother and father do their best to help me but even they look at me strangely. I just want to be normal. Why doesn’t anyone else have this disease? Am I the only one?


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February 7th, Year 765

Mother and father sent me away. I’m living in the castle now. Lord Elwich has been kind to me, but I’m tired of this dull life. I haven’t seen anyone but what Elwich calls the “Specialists” for half a month. At least my disease doesn’t hurt anyone here. In fact, the Specialists even want me to be sicklier. I don’t understand what they mean exactly… but they’ve been feeding me strange foods. Magic has been stronger and stronger lately. The funny thing is… I don’t know what’s wrong with me! In fact, nothing is wrong with me that I can tell. I’m not coughing, not feeling sleepy, not anything!


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March 8th, Year 765

It’s still very cold in the back alleys of the city. Snow is falling around me, even covering me, but I have no where to be sheltered. Everything has become very strange…

A week ago I woke to the face of a death-taken man. Crimson blood was spattered across the walls, obviously from the bodies of the three men that lay stone-still on the cold floors. I was horrified; for a moment I could do nothing but stare at the blank face glaring at me. Seconds later, I was huddled in the corner farthest away from the dead forms. I

I’ve made friends with a few of the people here in this back alley. They’re very strange people, always coming and going as they please. They are what common folk, what I once was considered, would call Villains. But they’re very nice to me. I probably would have died if it were not for their kindness towards me.


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December 9th, Year 778

Evil? I wasn’t the one who took up that title.

It was, in fact, kind Elwich that has set me against himself. Minding my own business, he has sent his minions to hunt me. It’s obvious that his kindness in the long past was a fake. In fact, now I know that I was simply a lab rat to him. Magic…, a power that few knew of at my birth time. It’s interesting how it has affected me. I become a completely different person when Magic takes over. Finally I can use my obscurity without fearing the outcome. However, each day I learn about Magic. She has become my best friend… Elwich has no compassion. I’m sure he couldn’t even love his own daughter much less the other children of his pitiful town. A test subject; that’s all I was. I wouldn’t mind a chance to meet him face to face today…

Evil? I wasn’t the one who took up that title."~


~ Passages Taken from a Small, Snow-covered Diary


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~"December 1st, Year 770

This is my first opportunity to lead this tribe of people. I pray the Spirit lay his hand upon me, guiding me along the way I should go. I’m but a young priest with a lack of experience in the ways of authority. But I have no fear of what may occur. Through all my power I will bring this town into a circle of light, blessed beyond their imagination. I will do what my predecessor has failed to do.


I weep in memory of Father Keyz, the one who trained, taught, and befriended me as a child. He was different from any other man I’ve met before. He was patient and dealt with those straying from the paths of Good with a sense of kindness and joy. All loved him, even those that were considered enemies to the church. I have never known a man more worthy of the world’s riches or happiness and rest than he. But Fate had come swiftly to his door and he was abruptly whisked away. That was two years ago to the day. Father Keyz had gone without a word, and I never saw from him again. But events of good and evil come to pass. We are only to take them with strength and confidence. However, a cold chill has never left my spine since I lost my dear friend.

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December 24th, Year 770

Trials have already come upon me as my beginning month nears its closure…


A man nearing death rode into our small town this morning. His face was bloodied and his left arm was bent in an abnormal direction. One of his eyes were clamped shut, glued down with the red liquid crawling down his face, and his body was limply hung over the horses back. Many may know him, but now no one could identify him. Panic instantly rushed through the town as the stench of the dead slowly trotted in; fear spread through the eyes of all who looked upon the broken body. As the priest, I was quickly called for, and I quickly responded though not without a touch of doubt of my ability.

As soon as my eyes rested upon the man’s wounds, I released a quick gasp. Those near me stared at both me and the body with emotion-filled eyes, eyes that spoke to me. We quickly led him to my home which was also the town’s church and I brought him in, lying him down on a bed. Broken gasps of air, possibly words, came from his mouth as I moved around the home looking for materials and tools needed for the preservation of his health. Time was slipping away…

But I was too late. Within the three minutes I was away, the man had passed from this world. His tale was finished. I closed my eyes and placed a prayer of peace over his silent form…

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January 24th, Year 771

The forest which my people and I have called home for a century has become haunted and full of death. Rumors are whispered from home to home during the day. During the night, all lock their doors and bar their windows in fear of the dark.


Four more men have ridden into our town; all four were either dead or died within the ten minutes we saw them. On each man I’ve noticed deep claw or scratch marks as well as teeth marks, though not of animals but human teeth. These monstrous wounds shook the courage of men and women alike.

Upon a dead body, I conducted an experiment. Pouring holy water on the wounds of the dead, my worst fears were changed into sheer terror. The deep cuts and bloodstained wounds sizzled and smoked, releasing a foul stench of rotting flesh as the water flowed over them. Undead…

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February 1st, Year 771

The Undead attacked throughout the night and they nearly wiped the town away. Men, women, and children lay dead in the narrow streets. I could do nothing but watch; priests were not called to war. Scurrying in the backside of the town, I assisted the wounded. I tried to keep fear from my eyes, for fear would be our downfall, and tended to the pains of the men fighting for our town. The Undead are too much…


We are not a military town. Our disorganization is our downfall though there is no one to blame. I heard men shout that one end of the town is raided while the other is weakened. Farmers, shop keepers, even bankers ran to the other end only to weaken another side of our poor town. I am ever thankful we made it through.

I wish I could help. I doubt not the holy plan, but it is painful watching my kinsmen fall. Perhaps I will be blessed enough to be given a new order.

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April 12th, 771

War was not a part of His will, but we have fallen into War’s trap all the same. Battles break out everywhere everyday now. God blessed, I have become the new commander. I lead my men, my sheep turned lions, into war against the wretched dead. We have finally reached a point of confidence. Our weapons are coated in holy water, our armor blessed by Him through me. My men raise triumphant cheers and powerful shouts during our fights. Much has changed. But now I stand along my friends and family and fight for what we hold dear. A future still shines true for us.


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May 23rd, 771

It is over. We have lost. The town is breached and destroyed. I am all that is left and my blood burns with pain and anguish mixed with anger and hate. If Father Keyz saw me now… I dread to think of what he may say. I have changed. War has changed me. I am more beast now than priest. But looking back is not an option. I would not have changed my path. The Undead have scarred my body as well as my heart.


For an eternity I have known nothing else than this town and her people. Now that they are gone, I wish I had died alongside them. But after waking to the flames of my home and the dead faces of my people, I fled and am now hiding in the heights of the mountain. I have healed my body with holy water, the only way to heal wounds from Undead and the single most painful way as well. My wails of pain during the process would have frightened even the enemy, but they were too far to hear the echo through the mountains. All was lost, all but me.

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May 24th, 771

I have decided to travel to the city of Teslidar in search of another church home. I’m sure the many priests there will house me. I am after all their brother in Him. I plan to return to my town once more before the journey… I wish for one more look upon the lands on which I grew, learned, played… The lands that are my own."~


~Entries Taken from the Pages of an Ash-Covered Bible

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~"November 19, 777

I don’t consider myself evil. I am merely the means to which other people conduct their terrible business. However, the night just past was the first time I came to question this ideal. I was in the middle of a job, it was a rather tedious one and I was there with a partner. Halfway there... he turned around and abandoned me, claiming the business was too evil for him. In one day he’s turned his life around… maybe my business is evil…


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December 1, 777

What is evil? By definition it is being morally wrong, however… what if ones own morals are not the same as those of the ‘good’ folk? My business, as the bringer of death, can be morally right. Those that I bring death upon have done something, otherwise there wouldn’t be a call for their death. However… are those morals correct… or am I simply deluding myself? Maybe I am evil…


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January 1, 777

It’s been one whole month since I last wrote. Through that month, fewer clients have been hiring my services. Because of this, I’ve had a lot of time to think. With the decline of all that is ‘evil’, fewer people need to die… therefore I am not needed. Maybe this means I am really one of those that are evil… Thinking back, I have been a fool to believe I wasn’t.
I take lives, and I tried to cover it up by placing the blame upon those who hire me to kill them. Now my eyes have been opened, I am evil. However, I will remain so, I will not reform like those around me. And when the time comes, I will be needed most…


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January 26, 778

I am going to embark on a little project. Evil is a dying breed, yet I have a theory. If I am able to round up those that remain, I might be able to keep it from becoming extinct. Then, I will be the leader of them all, the controller of the remaining evil. We will simply hide undercover, working minute jobs, but making sure not to draw attention. Then, when the b*****d, Elwich, believes all evil is gone, his guard will drop and we will strike. That will show him for messing with us.
My first task will be the hardest. I will have to bring order to chaos, to control those that are evil. This means that all those who I might even slightly consider a threat, those that may conspire, the cunning ones among us, will have to go. It will be hard, for they certainly won’t go down without a fight… then those that are left over will follow my lead. I will control chaos…


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September 4, 778

It has been a long time since I last wrote. My plans have come along, I control what is likely the largest collected group of evil in the world now. I have set them out on regular exercises and assassinations to make sure they keep their course and don’t reform. Of course, they don’t kill any major figures, mostly those that no one will notice are gone. We must keep attention off of us.
My guild, albeit small, is still the largest collective evil. However… it is rather… sad how I can call it that with the size. Less than twenty members. I shall make sure that b*****d who made the prophecy will pay. I will make sure my dagger pierces his heart, and then I will take his head as a sign to those who believed the prophecy. Evil shall not die…"~


~ Journals Discovered Within an Abandoned Blacksmith's Shop


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~"November 29, 778

The rush will soon start. Everyone wants to be home for the holidays, and who’ll be the one to bring them there? Me. That’s who. Myself and my pride and joy, the StarBreeze II. Small as she is, she gets my passengers and myself where ever I’m hired to go. And the reason they’ll all be hiring me is because I make sure to make my rates lower than those of the big corporations with fleets of airships. With evil declining, those wretched pirates aren’t a worry anymore and I can afford these lower rates. Bloody pirates.


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December 15, 778

Another successful run today. Thought we might have a close call with some pirates, but they were simply passing by. No more attacks. I was ready to pound them today, too. It’s the anniversary of my father’s death. He was flying the original StarBreeze, but she was taken by pirates and well… they took his life. That was when I was twelve, and shortly after that I found work as an engineer on an airship. Seven years later, here I am, one of the youngest captains out there but with an outstanding reputation. They call me Twist, because of the many maneuvers I’ve been able to pull off with such ease. That’s me. Jaeca “Twist” Skyrell.


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December 25, 778

Merry Christmas. I visited my dad’s grave today, as I do during most holidays and such. It’s just too bad he couldn’t have lasted a bit longer, until the prophecy was made and the pirates simply stopped attacking. Then we’d be sharing this Christmas together. I suppose some good comes from all evil, though. After my dad died, I took up martial arts as meditation and that was what allowed me to gain my reputation. Thank you for your sacrifice, Dad.


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February 1, 778

Something’s going to happen. I doubt evil will just sit by while all its kind was destroyed. But I will not be assisting in it. I’ve started monitoring my passengers, making sure they weren’t suspicious. If they were, it was easy enough to find some way to decline their passage. I will not support those who killed my father, and if possible I will aid in stopping them from stopping the prophecy. Evil shall die and if a small captain like myself can help it, evil shall die soon."~


~ A Diary Found in the Airship Port

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~"March 2, 778-

Wow, I finally have some free time on my hands. Things have been calming down lately, less criminals to catch and less mysteries to solve, I even have time to spend with my boyfriend these days, with all the villians dropping off their work these days. It seems that every week that goes by there are fewer and fewer troublemakers to deal with, and some of the people at work are finding different jobs due to lack of work or boredom. You see, though they've started to drop off, there are still small cases every once in a while, but they don't keep the more restless and persistent people happy. Me? Well, I'm good at what I do, but beating up the bad guys is more of a hobby for me. I used to be so serious in my beliefs, but things are getting slow.


I figured that since things are dropping off and I have more time I should start keeping accounts of the days when evil leaves our world, mabye for future generations to look at and say, "Evil, what a strange concept", not knowing what it is I'm referring to, or if our world turns out for the worse after all, "There really was a time when our world had a chance at true peace". Just imagine, this could be the turning point for our race, and all we can do is sit back and enjoy our lives.

Well, most of our lives. A couple weeks ago John mentioned something about how the world is getting boring, or too simple, or unbalanced... something along those lines. It bothered me for a second, but he apologized and changed the subject, so I merely brushed it off. We went out for dinner and enjoyed some quiet time together in the city, since its safer now that it was, but John looked a little edgy. I figured he'd had a rough day so I let him go, saying we'd see each other in a few days again.

I had today off, which is where the time for writing and other things came from. Even though it's kind of sad that I might be out of a job, i might never need a job again, and another good thing is that the good citizens in our city will finally be able to live and rest from the danger we put our lives into daily. It'll be really great to live a normal life.
- End entry 3/2/778, Alyssia


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May 13, 778

Things have been going great still. Less crime, less fear, in the city there are even kids playing in the streets. It's amazing how much has changed in this city in so little time. Oh, I'd know. I stop by the city a lot more these days. Some of the adults in an area are acting... different though. Like they are afraid of something. When I talk to them they just shrug it off and act normal again. It's really weird. I also haven't heard from John in a while. It concerns me, because he isn't the kind of person to just leave without telling anyone. Even if he wanted to break up with me and drop our relationship... I know he'd tell me. There's no doubt about it. To make things worse, I haven't seen anyone who's heard from him the past month. I can't believe something could have happened to him, but that's all I can think of. And since the crimes are so low now I don't know what it could be.

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I heard it. Today I heard it. I was on my way home after a day in the city and happened to pass by a group of those strange people. They seemed really excited and didn't even notice me as I walked by. I kept my distance to give them privacy and I didn't really care to be near them. As I passed them, not even paying attention to what it was they were talking about, I heard his name. That person who was never caught, a legendary assasin, and only failed one job. That last rumor was a bit twisted, he didn't fail against a thief, he failed against me. I can't understand why he's back, and why whoever brought him back did. We almost had a good world, a happy world!

Hopefully those hopeful rumors are true, the ones that say he might have lost his touch over the years, but I doubt it'll be enough to spare even half the people he'll target.

John lives in the area he was seen in! If that man hurt him, I'll tear his lungs out and do to him everything he might have hurt John with a thousand times over. Innocent people are in danger again, and all because of one person who convinced him to pick up his old job. Whoever convinced him to come back will face my wrath.
- End entry 5/13/778, Alyssia"~


~Pages Found in the Castle Corridors


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~"Febuary 17, 778-

Am I happy? Well, I'm not really sure. I'm happy for my girl, things have been getting better for her since people stopped stealing stuff and killing others, it kind of opened up her work schedule and let us have some more free time together. But this whole "winding down" business makes me a little bit edgy. It's cool having everything nice now and all, but our city just doesn't feel right anymore. (I might have mentioned something about that to Alyssia, but that might not have been such a good idea. Good thing I didn't tell her about the underground.) I really don't want to mess up our relationship, since it's her first, (because all the other guys that she's "hooked up" with weren't really on her side) so I took her to dinner to calm her down and hopefully cool some things off.


Speaking of underground, it's really been getting boring around here. Did I say that already? So I just went around town, looking for trouble, anything normal. Not in a bad way, just... something. I might have gone a bit far with this too, but this place is just too casual now and it's driving me nuts. I went to the most insane places I could think of that Alyssia wouldn't, meaning there would still be some thugs around, and I hit the jackpot; an Underground Convention. They aren't really all bad, it's more normal people trying to get the retired criminals back in action to liven up the town. They say that we're too close to all being the same, brainwashed, that there has to be a balance, and that we need to bring back the fun side of things, even at the cost of out "clear names" (some people I wasn't so sure about).

This kind of motivated me, but I really don't want to hurt Alyssia. She worked so hard to make the town the way it is, putting her life at risk to keep people safe and bring down the very people everyone at the Convention is trying to get back. I'm really torn, and can't make up my mind what to do now. I've got word that there's going to be a Convention again in about two months. I'll see how things are going with my girl before I think about if I should go. After all, relations come first... right?
-End Entry 2/18/778, John


April 20, 778

Well, the Convention is tonight. Ever since I got the actual date I've been going crazy, I just haven't been able to wait for this. I had dinner with Alyssia last night so she won't expect me twice in a row, she knows I have things to do, though I wonder if she knows something is up. With the way she acts around me now it's as if she thinks I don't love her anymore. The sad thing is, it might be true. I know I haven't lost everything for her, but she seems to be fading in my life.

Wow, there are so many people here. More than I could have ever imagined attending. They are so exited, so serious, so... passionate about this. It makes me wonder if I'm doing the right thing. Hopefully whatever comes next will erase any doubts.

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Wow, when they started talking I couldn't believe my ears! The criminal they want to persuade out of "retirement" is Devon! He's a legendary assasin, he only failed one job against another theif. It was even more unbelievable when they described him. Tall, dark, quiet man with short brown hari and blue eyes. "Supposedly somewhere near in the area, living as a normal civilian like the rest of them" is what they said. I know that guy! He lives in that mostly empty appartment across from mine, and he always sits indoors all day and hardly comes out at all either to shop or rune an occational errand. I'm not going to let the others here find out where he is, like we're supposed to, and go get him in another two months. I'm going tonight.

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I'm really nervous, yet really exited at the same time. As I knock on the door, I cna only imagine how much good, or bad, this one man can restore to this one sided world. After a few minutes the door opens and there's Devon. "And what can I do for you?" he asked me.
"Well, I'd like to talk to you about a few things, if you don't mind." I didn't want to give everything away at first in case he just locks me out for good.
"Why of course! Come right on in," he indicated a chair at the one table in the middle of his cozy home. As I sat down, I noticed that there were only two doors to this room, the one I had come in through and one to a bedroom of sorts. "Would you like something to drink?" Devon asked kindly.
"I don't see why not," I answered. Looking up at him from the table I realised how large and strongly built he really was. I was glad I was only there to ask him to take up his duties, or he could have killed me a thousand ways already.
I waited patiently for him to come out of the other room, and when he did he brought a tray with two cups and a pot full of coffee. He poured some for both of us, then sat back and asked what I wanted to talk about.
"I came to talk to you about your old job as an assasin." I waited briefly, expecting an explosion from Devon, but none came. He merely sat back and nodded for me to continue. "Alot of people, including me, would like you to return to your job because the world is way out of balance, boring and we need you. We need the evil in the world, the horror..." I continued for a few minutes between sips of my drink and Devon his, explaining more of my own points and a few from the convention. The whole time Devon merely sat back and listened. I started to wonder if this was normal for an assasin. Or did I have the wrong guy?
"So you want me to resume my old habbits, is that it? How badly do you want that?"
Instinctively I answered, "I would die for it."
"Good," Devon said, and looked at me, deep in thought. "What was your name again?"
"John."
"Well John, I think you may very well have gotten your wish." He stood up, and suddenly there was a gun pointed at my face. I loo...


...A journal? Huh. Interesting guy. Yeah, he did get his wish. Ladies and gentlemen, Devon is back.


-End journal, Devon"~


~The Words of a Blood Stained Book

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~"Today was a really good day. I had so much fun! But when I got back to the Guild after work, I got yelled at for how much blood was on me! That was so mean! Needless to say, the man who said it regretted it. A lot. Oh! And I found a new toy! It's a little stuffed creature with a reeeally long nose. I have a picture book that says it's called an elephant. I put him next to the doll with one arm, and all the eyeballs I keep in that jar. They're squishy. I like them.


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Why do people always look at me strangely on the street? I do look kind of weird, but that's because I have no soul. Why does white hair and red eyes mean you don't have a soul, anyway? I don't know.


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Today everyone in the guild is so excited. it's about some special day when everyone gives each other presents. I never got a present, though. I never get anything like that. But I do always find more toys afterward. So I guess I get presents after all! So, today my target was some noble. He screamed a lot. It kind of hurt my ears! But it was still fun. It's always fun.


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Sometimes I wonder how things could have gone different. If I hadn't been born the monster that I am today, what would my life have been like? Would I have ended up one of the small, unimportant people that were in my village? Or would I have become something completely different? Is there even any way to find out? There might be.


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Today was that holiday I was talking about earlier. Everyone gave each other presents! Everyone but me, that is. But I don't mind. Hardly anyone was in the guild today, it was very strange. But I found a lot of toys! My home is getting full!


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There haven't been as many people in the guild lately. I wonder why? Maybe I've already killed everyone. I don't think so though, because I've been getting more jobs than usual. It's like I'm the only one left here. Why? It's still fun, isn't it? Maybe everyone's forgotten how fun it is...


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I finished three jobs in one day today. I was pretty lucky! It was fantastically fun. Everyone's blood tasted so delicious. I love how it tastes. Salty and sweet at the same time. The guild paid me a lot, not that I spend much. Some for food, a little for clothes, a big bunch for poisons and knives, and that's kind of it. The rest gets thrown in a big pile on the floor. Someday maybe I'll spend all of it, and get all those rich-people things.


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I met a thief today. Well, he used to be a thief. Now he sells fish in the marketplace. I knew him because the poster with his face on it used to be on the walls, sometimes right next to mine! So I asked him why he didn't steal things anymore. He looked at me strangely, but then again, most people do. I never did get an answer.


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Why is it so important to have a soul, anyway? I've gotten along pretty okay without one, so why does everyone seem to need them? I guess you need a soul to stop people from being cruel to you? Everyone used to be cruel to me back in the village, before I killed them all and ran away to here. But since I came here, all everyone's done is stare at me a bit. And all the people I've tortured and killed used to have souls. It didn't stop me. So why, why does everyone need one if I can live alright without one?


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I wonder if anyone will ever read this little book. I wonder what they'd think. Maybe it will be hundreds of years from now, when I myself am long gone. They won't have heard of me, then. They'd learn a lot from this book, if they didn't know anything about now. I wish I could find a book from the future.


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Today the guild closed down. I don't understand, why is no one killing or stealing anymore?! I think I know why. I heard about a man named Elwich. His name sounds like sandwich. It's silly. He's trying to make people stop killing. I don't understand why he would want to stop something so fun! It's not fair! Maybe I should kill him?


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I tried to kill the Sandwich Man today. It didn't work. I got into the castle, but then some men in armour tried to hurt me! They did hurt me. I got away, but just barely. It still hurts a real lot, even though I can't really feel pain anymore. I found a huge bunch of toys today though! So many I can't even write them all down!


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Lots of people are looking for me ever since I tried to kill the Sandwich Man. I don't want to get hurt again, so I'm going into hiding. I'm gonna stay in my home for a really long time, and since no one knows where I live, no one will find me!


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Nobody goes outside at night anymore. I think it's because the dangerous people used to go out at night, and now there are no more dangerous people. I want to go out at night. I want to run around, have the streets all to myself. Just me and the cats that lurk in the dark corners. Are there even the cats anymore? Or have they magically turned into some kind of gentler creature? I want to find out, but I can't. I'm hiding. Hiding in the haunted church. I may not be able to run across the streets, but I can watch. I can watch everything that happens.


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I haven't been writing in here. Writing grows tiresome. There is nothing to really write about, now that I hide inside. I shall pick up this book once more once there are writings to be written.


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Today I came out of hiding. It's been a really long time! Everything looks different. I went to the place that my old guild used to be, and there was a new one there! I might join it, once the money I have now runs out and I need more. I found a lot more toys than usual. I think it's because there are more children around."~


~Excerpted from a Tattered Black Book Found in an Abandoned Church


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~"This journal is the private property of Duke Leon de'Capitale

November 15, year 777

I attended a rather magnificent jousting tournament today. The knights put on an excellent display. Oh, how I wish I could have become a knight! But as it stands, I do as much as I can for this great land on which we live, and for the Lord. I must stay strong, for this is my path. On the positive side, at least that creature Garnet left, finally. I try to be good to all, but he truly tests me. Enough about that. I met Lady Salomine in the park today, and we had quite a long discussion on the current state of the world. She is quite engaging to speak with.


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November 23, year 777

I attended a royal banquet. Lord Elwich gave a most magnificent speech today, about his plans for wiping out all evil scum. How I wish I could participate in such a glorious mission! But alas, my weakened body will not allow me to engage in combat beyond sport, but I shall remain faithful and do what I can.


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December 15, year 777

Today when I attended Mass, Lord Elwich's speech was all everyone could talk about. It even managed to leak it's way into the sermon! There were many rumors about how he is accomplishing this great task, one of which is that he is sending soldiers to destroy some sort of "gate" that allows evil to enter the world! I denounced this as preposterous, of course; I'm sure lord Elwich is simply re-educating the ruffians or something of the like. Of course, I have never seen evidence of his grand plans in action, but perhaps this is only because I do not venture into the more questionable parts of the city.


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December 25, year 777

Today was Christmas, and it was grand! Between mass, and the balls, and the banquet, I barely had time to even think! Lord Elwich gave another speech, magnificent as usual, and then we danced the night away. I received several gifts, including a gorgeous new waistcoat, but I mustn't be enamoured with such worldly goods.


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February 21, year 778

I haven't written in quite a while, for things have been rather hectic. Life in the castle has been it's usual self, so there has been nothing of interest to report. Sometimes I feel like the nobility has been kept in the dark, for I always hear of advances in the name of goodness and light, but only in passing. Sure, the results are obvious, but I cannot help but wonder how the man does it.


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March 10, year 778

I was returning home from a friendly spar today, when something extraordinary happened! I and my companions were attacked in the castle by a ferocious man! He was a very strange-looking creature, with long white hair and blood-red eyes. Georik, my companion, was wounded by one of the scoundrel's knives, and I too sustained minor damage, but I managed to stab the man deep with my sabre before he fled. I can only hope that Lord Elwich's plan finishes taking place soon, and people like this disappear for good.


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March 12, year 778

The attack has caused quite a scandal among the idle nobility, and I find myself somewhat of a celebrity. Georik is healing nicely, thank The Lord Above. I can barely keep everyone from pestering him and me about the things that happened last week, and I feared this might have made his condition worse. I myself have recovered quite well, and will be allowed to take the bandages off next week.


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June 8, year 778

My goodness, it seems I haven't written in forever!! my life has seemed somewhat dull as of late, so it hasn't been worthy of writing down, at least in my eyes. I shouldn't think such things, for I am so fortunate! There are so many who are far less fortunate than me, I should be thankful for the life I have...


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December 7, year 778

Goodness, I never thought I'd find this again! It's been almost half a year! How amusing it has been to pore over my life past. I really should start keeping this again. Let's see, today I went out riding with my dear friend, Duke Cassel. The snow-covered hills were so very beautiful! Though, I have been having an uneasy feeling as of late, as if something terrible may happen to me, something life-shattering. But I'm sure it's just a silly feeling, and it will go away quite soon."~


~Excerpted from an Ornate Blue and Gold Book Found in a Grand Manor

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~ A Book Never Written ~

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~ The Harbinger ~


The King of Paranoia~

On the lips of all men and women of Teslidar is the rumor of King Elwich's greatest fear: the revival of Evil. He is currently executing his third search of the city for suspicious items, artifacts, and people, and has said that he is planning on continuing these searches monthly.

Men wonder if Elwich has lost his bravery while women rebuke his lessening respect for privacy. But still he conducts his searches with soldiers banging on our doors and accountants scribbling notes on our belongings.

Evil, if it is still somewhere, is doomed. With King Elwich as paranoid as he is, they have no chance. Even the rats hidden away, they will be revealed soon. The King's passion will bring justice to those that require it. "Good will reign forever.


~ Anonymous

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The snow fell gently on the evening of January 1st, 779. It was the New Year, and everyone was celebrating in their own fashion for their own reason. In some parts of Teslidar, the streets were filled with dancing, laughing people; in others, the roads were empty and quiet with smiling men and women feasting within their homes. All was good; all was kind. There was no fear on the night of the 1st.

But was it true? Had Lord Elwich removed Evil from the land completely? Many partied with the knowledge that he had swimming in their minds. But they were fooled. Not even Elwich knew how many were left in his own great city of Teslidar. However, he knew they were there. He knew they were still lurking unseen in the dark.

BANG!
The door of the Shattered Pearl swung shut behind the one who had rudely pushed it open. But the sound was hardly noticed over the din of the clapping of mug against mug and the giggles of women.
A young woman stepped into the inn’s bright lights. A cloak curving around her body flowed with a flutter as she walked towards the building’s stairs. Nodding, she smiled at the bartender who was nearly shouting to extend a welcome to her.
“Evening, Aerinn. Would you like me to bring up your usual?”
“That would be kind of you, Haes, thanks.”
She started up the stairs, waving at a woman and bidding everyone a merry evening.

The second floor was much like the first. Tables dotted the floor and an equal number of people were expressing their cheer. She gave a sheepish smile of greeting as she scooted past a fairly drunk looking man, begging her pardon, and then made her way to a far corner with slightly less inhabitants though still equally bright as the rest of the excitement-filled inn. She smiled and nodded at the rather quiet crowd already sitting around three tables before taking her own seat in a chair she had taken from a fourth.
“How’re you chumps doing this joyous evening?” Aerinn said with a big grin.

One man from what could have been considered the second table gave Aerinn a hearty grin.
Another younger fellow stood and placed his arm over her shoulder saying, “You’re late and our celebration was delayed. Buy us all a drink and we’ll spare your life.”
She looked at him with eyes of mock fear before suddenly patting him on the cheek and responding in a baby’s tone, “Maybe if you’re a good boy, Lenit.”
The tables burst out in laughter and the boring atmosphere was rushed away. Many of the men and women stood to hug or pat Aerinn as she made her own way around the table, greeting each one in a unique fashion.

“Aerinn, I have your Falls here!”
Aerinn looked up to see Haes’s bright smile and the mug filled with a clear blue liquid. She made her way back through the forest of chairs, tables, and friends before reaching her destination.
“Thank you, Haes.”

Taking a sip from her large mug, she grinned contently. This was a day worth their careless celebration. After all, there were no patrols out.

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A cloaked figure, silent as death made his way down the alley. His target's tracks were clear in the snow, the boots of an old drunk who had stumbled through. His time was upon him. Azrael jumped into a wall, his feet hitting it silently and caught the roof as he jumped off, pulling himself up easily. Trained footsteps hit the snow-covered roof as he made his way along the higher ground, easily finding the drunk.

The man was behind some old barrels, either vomiting or relieving himself, Azrael couldn't tell, nor did he care. He posiitoned himself above the alley, waiting for the man to finish. He at least deserved the dignity of having his pants up or mouth clean. As soon as the man was up, the drunk began to stumble along down the alley again. This time Azrael was waiting for him.

Death swooped down on the man as Azrael jumped. He drew his daggers in the air and came down. Landing right behind the man, his dagger quickly found the base of the man's skull and drove upward before the man knew what hit him. They would find this man when patrols started again and know there were still killers on the go.

His mission over, Azrael's trained steps led him to a tavern, the Shattered Pearl. He opened the door and was hit by the wave of noise from those who celebrated. They, unlike him, were using this one night with no patrols to party. He shook his head, moving to the bar but changing his mind, moving to a table away from the partying and watching the drunken bafoons celebrate.

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The second floor was getting louder as each minute passed. A third of Aerinn's party was mildly drunk already, and she was laughing the night away. But she was nearly out of her drink, the custom Falls, mixed only for her by Haes. With a sheepish grin, she caught the eye of a few of her less-influenced comrades and pointed into her empty mug. With that, she mouthed "I'll be right back" and slid away.

Aerinn hopped down the steps, allowing her feet the joy of a plop each time they struck the hardwood floors. She apologized to one woman who she accidently bumped into on her way down before making her way through the crowded Pearl and to the bar.

"Haes!" The girl shouted as she entered the tussle surrounding the bar.
"Haes!" She shouted again with little evidence anyone was hearing her.

Moments later Aerinn heard her old friend's voice. "If it's another Falls then please get it yourself!."
She caught a glimpse of Haes's wink in her general direction before he was summoned to the other end of the bar and she was entering the maze of people before her. She had to make it to the kitchen door off to the side of the partying. She had but a little ways of bumping and pushing to go before she reached walkable land again, and for that she was thankful.

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Alyssia stood at the door to the appartment in shock. A single tear ran silently down her cheek as she looked at the dead body of her first and only love, lying blodied and forgotten on the floor. The remnants of a small meal were strewn across the room, a fire had been left to burn itself out, and there was no sign of whoever had killed him.

Alyssia bent forward and picked up a journal that was sitting on the table. She opened its bloodstained covers and flipped through the pages to the last entry. The last sentence sickened her. What Devon had written was in blood, and from the scene it was John's blood. Alyssia slipped the book into her pocket and then carefully picked up John. The only thing she could do for him now was lay him to rest.


Some time later Alyssia entered the Shattered Pearl, everything normal on the outside except her expression and a small blood stain on the black cloak surrounding her figure. She entered the Pearl, her boots tracking in snow as she walked past the main bar towards the stairs. She shrugged off Haes' invitation as she passed, showing she wasn't in her usual happy self that night. Haes seemed curious, but left Alyssia alone.

When Alyssia reached the second floor, completely oblivious of the noise and the people, she cast her dark eyes around the room searching for a table where she could sit alone and become lost in the soon to be overtaking sound. She had completely forgotten about the meeting and the party, but with her discovery earlier that night it wasn't surprising. Alyssia slowly trudged across the room, not seeing her friends as she walked by them.
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