2011-05-18: Unknown Journal
Unknown Journal
| Author: Stryder | Published: May 18, 2011 |
Note, this was written by a player. However, the EMs adopted it as 'official' EM storyline fiction.
Entry 1: This can’t be… nothing makes sense… nothing looks familiar… There’s something strange about the people here, looks of paranoia, disease, plague, and blank icy stares. They seem to have no sense of reality. The smell of fear thickens the air. I feel a deep pain in the back of my head as visions blur in and out. My last memory plays over and over in my mind. I look around for an answer. I must find someone! time is short.
Entry 2: I found a guarded gate with a sign above reading Paws (Chesapeake). I told a man, whom I found to be a healer, what I had overheard. Plans of Mayor Aidan telling his priests of a quest of great secrecy. Then the healer disregarded me as if I’m not of sound mind.
Entry 3: Angered from the rejection, I had tried again. I approached a guard and told him of Aidan Commanding his priests to go to many towns and poisoning their leaders to gain full control of the lands, to become King. Once again I was dismissed as insane. Am I?
Entry 5: Reality is becoming blurred. Am I sick? Is this my village? No. No, it can’t be….
Entry 7: No one will listen, is it really true? Is my mind playing tricks, I must escape! I’ve noticed supply carts coming in during the day and shipping out the next morning. Could this be my way out?
Entry 9: My plan to escape is set in motion. In 3 days I shall hide myself among the sacks in one of the carts, and leave this nightmare. Then put an end to Aidan’s plans.
Entry 13: The sky has darkened greatly and quickly, unnaturally. Am I losing my mind? is this real? Did I feel the ground tremble?
Entry 15; The carts arrived. They are to be unloaded this evening. Tomorrow is the day. I must be careful, the ground shakes very often. There is a uneasiness amongst the people here. Something is wrong, very wrong.
Entry 16: I WAS HEADED TO THE CARTS..THE GROUND HAS BROKEN OPEN.. THE SKIES CRY LOUDLY…IS MY MIND FAILING ME? DARKNESS SURRONDS ME, I c a n t.BrianFreud (talk)….
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