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To Drakhen: In your heart, the sky is gray And children's cries are far and wide, To a heartless god you pray, And kneel before a soul that's died. Close your eyes, think of a time When you yourself were small like me, You sold your soul while in its prime, But you still have a chance to set it fre...

Shadows Always at your back, Keeping hold to you Clutching to your heart and Icy cold, never letting go. Scars you cannot see, Pain you cannot know, Always lurking waiting for You to let your guard down. You can light the candle, But you cannot choose, Where it sheds its small light For it is slave...

A note is pinned to the Pillar of Drahken in a childish handwriting Drakhen, I want Aokan's soul back. You took it from him when he was desperate and alone and was unable to make the correct choice. He might not think so badly on it now, but I know that he is only your tool and you'll simply discar...

I'm 'home' again. It is hard for me to think of Trollsbane as my home when Aokan is imprisoned here. Although, I'm starting to think Dad is right: The man in the guard house is not Aokan anymore. The good part of Aokan, his soul, has been sold to Moshran and Drakhen. I want to buy it back. I will fi...

Rhiannon wakes and reaches habitually for her diary... but it's not there... Of course. They had left it behind. She mentally debates going back for it, but her companion seems to sense her thoughts. "You don't need your old diary, Rhiannon. I'll buy you a new one, as soon as I can. Allright?&...

When at last the man sets her down again, Rhiannon is dizzy and her ears are ringing oddly. Apparently something in her face belays how she feels. "Here, Rhiannon, eat before you die" he insists, handing her an apple. Rhiannon merely shakes her head, feeling too upset, sick, and nervous t...

Some parts of this entry are smudged wth mud and impossible to make out. It seems she was writing outside, perhaps in a heavy rain. I was supposed to meet Kamik tonight, so I could learn to be a mercenary. I was on the way, but (the next few words are smudged) and he told me that Kamik had promised...

((yes indeed it was o.o)) Rhiannon still stares at the bird, an odd feeling in the pit of her stomach.. -I've never killed anything before... I don't think I like the feeling.. - She flashes back to her vow to kill Drahken, and again she feels the hatred, the bitter anger, but.. She stares down at t...

Later on, after her headache had finally faded away and the sun had nearly passed the sky, fading in to dusk, Rhiannon sat rereading the old pages of her diary. When she read any entries about Pendar or Caitlin, a pang went off in her heart, a mixture of guilt and concern. -I hope they're not worry...

Rhiannon curls up amongst the pine needles, still shivering despite the strong drink that rests, half-drunk already, on the rock beside her. The chill air penetrates her cloak, and her bones seem to rattle together with it. SHe sits up blearily and takes another sip from the mug. Funny, she was sta...

It's nice, but there are a lot of things that still need to be implemented. Is magic coming out with this new client? And what about the proppsed !description and #description commands instead of typing '#me has brown hair...' etc over and over again? We want functionality before pretty graphics

I did it.

They'll think I got killed by mummies. Everyone will be sad for a little while and then they'll forget all about me.

Now, to choose a new name...

And I must decide what to do about Drahken. I can't let him get away with taking Aokan away.

In the road between Trollsbane and Gray Rose, a childsized bloodstained cloak lies with a lock of dark, almost black hair. Beside these are a backpack containing a few books and several wilted flamegoblet blossoms, as well as a dagger coated with blood and a strip of white cloth that seems like it m...

Eventually, the night ends, and the sun rises to find Rhiannon still huddled in the same place, clutching her diary to her chest. The sun gradually slides across the sky, but Rhiannon shows no notice of it. All day long, the girl merely stares straight ahead, not seeing the forest around her, but r...

Another scribbled, wrinkled entry:

I have to find a way to make it so Pendar and Caitlin don't worry about me, so no one does.

I don't want them to worry, I put them through enough already.

I just want...

I just want to erase everything I ever knew and felt.

The handwriting is messy, the page wrinkled and splattered with drops of water and what looks suspiciously like blood. The writing seems to be erratic, and not as lucid as usual: I hate... I hate.. oh I don't even know quite what to write. I just hate. I will kill Drahken myself. I will find him an...

Rhiannon huddles against a large rock in a forest somewhere, not quite sure where she is. She had run a long time, and had not paid any mind to where she had wound up. Rain pours around her, but she sits under a thick tree and only a little bit of drizzle makes its way to her. She huddles against t...

Rhiannon looks at him with hollow gray eyes "Go away. Get away from me." She presses her back to the cold stone of the pillar a moment, then suddenly, she picks up her backpack and begin to run again, north beyond the Lake of Adron, and further still. For a child so small, she runs very f...

Rhiannon's sobs fall silent a she leans against the pillar, in its shadow. Her thin frame shakes violently, blood and tears mingling as she wipes her arm across her face in effort to force tears aside. There is now no sound from her save the rattling of her breath in her lungs as she shakes and sha...

Rhiannon rushes into the inn, not heeding the blood that coats her forearm and stains her clothes. Her rainbow sword is no longer is at her side; only the smaller blade Anither had given her that day, with her name carved into the hilt. She keeps her hand on the sword, looking around wildly, and st...

The handwriting is much neater than in the previous few entries, but still somehwat childish I have not written much lately, because of my arm, but it is finally healed. I just re-read every entry I've written so far, and I feel like it wasn't even the same person writing. How stupid was I, back th...

Perhaps you think me a fool, that I cannot make Dravish out of Vardish. However, we shall meet, and you will find I am not the malleable child whose face you once struck for not giving you an answer. This time, it is you that are going to give me answers, and I want Aokan safe.

--Rhiannon Fayed

The reply is scribbled, like the writer is in great distress You are all wrong. Aokan is not what you say. I refuse to believe it. Anyone who hunts this man will be in turn hunted by myself, thirteen years old or no, broken arm or no, this man is my brother and you shall fall if you hurt him. This ...

Finally, Rhiannon smiles and carefully tears the page from her book and folds it neatly in half. She places the book back into her bag, and, note in hand, walks towards the marketplace. There she sees her mother talking to the druidess named Alysha, and patting her stomach almost subconciously. Rhi...

Rhiannon sits in the library, scribbling fiercely with her left hand. She places the weight of her right arm in its sling over the book to keep the pages open, and writes as quickly as she can, given that she's using the wrong arm. Her long dark hair is pulled back in a ponytail, and her head is bo...