10-08-2023, 12:27 PM
(This post was last modified: 10-08-2023, 02:46 PM by ElatedAkira.)
The year is.. Well, I actually don't know what the year is, I just know that people start their entries with--
...You get the point.
Anyway, I didn't know what else to name my journal so I'm just going to use the nickname given to me by a rat. Thrikrit.
He called me Flamecloak one day and I-- I'll be honest, does it make me feel cool? Yes. Does it make me feel intimidating? Maybe.
Am I either of those things? Those I've met would probably say no, but let a guy live his fantasy, mhm?
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I landed here a few days ago, a bit later than the rest of the Sarean 'refugees'.
And I must say, first impressions? While I don't mean to spit on the history of this City--
It's depressingly bleak. Everywhere I look, everywhere I walk, grey on grey on even more grey, it almost makes me want to gouge my eyes out. Obviously I'm not gonna, since I still need them. But you get the gist.
Navigating the city of Galvia has proven to be a herculean task. I keep getting lost, and the only places I can find are the Ward and the Undercity. That's not a good thing, mind you.
But there's a lovely establishment, however, called Risky's Bar. Most of the time it's just people bashing each other's faces in but, ah, it's a good time. I promise.
Aside from that, I've found the wilderness enjoyable. I frequent a spot, a bench placed right beside a lovely pond. My sleeping spot, until I get a house with my Mrs. (Yes, I have a wife), ah-heh. Whenever that will be.
Actually, here, I might as well try to draw it. For anyone who might find this book. Which is hopefully no one. Stay away.
...You get the point.
Anyway, I didn't know what else to name my journal so I'm just going to use the nickname given to me by a rat. Thrikrit.
He called me Flamecloak one day and I-- I'll be honest, does it make me feel cool? Yes. Does it make me feel intimidating? Maybe.
Am I either of those things? Those I've met would probably say no, but let a guy live his fantasy, mhm?
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I landed here a few days ago, a bit later than the rest of the Sarean 'refugees'.
And I must say, first impressions? While I don't mean to spit on the history of this City--
It's depressingly bleak. Everywhere I look, everywhere I walk, grey on grey on even more grey, it almost makes me want to gouge my eyes out. Obviously I'm not gonna, since I still need them. But you get the gist.
Navigating the city of Galvia has proven to be a herculean task. I keep getting lost, and the only places I can find are the Ward and the Undercity. That's not a good thing, mind you.
But there's a lovely establishment, however, called Risky's Bar. Most of the time it's just people bashing each other's faces in but, ah, it's a good time. I promise.
Aside from that, I've found the wilderness enjoyable. I frequent a spot, a bench placed right beside a lovely pond. My sleeping spot, until I get a house with my Mrs. (Yes, I have a wife), ah-heh. Whenever that will be.
Actually, here, I might as well try to draw it. For anyone who might find this book. Which is hopefully no one. Stay away.
![[Image: my_sleeping_spot.png?ex=6535108c&is=6522...e148d4b0c&]](https://cdn.discordapp.com/attachments/1022064967161237505/1160549070901887036/my_sleeping_spot.png?ex=6535108c&is=65229b8c&hm=6b74722f7cb1ef650ceaaf1dfda21c70443cb3a62e52412f0b073ffe148d4b0c&)
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Hm. That looked a lot better in my head.
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Hm. That looked a lot better in my head.
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I'm thinking of cutting it short. There's not much else to write about, as I haven't done too much. Aside from trying to join the Divers. Raza Khan is one difficult man to speak with, especially with his distaste for Sareans.
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...I'm sure one day I'll get through to him.
- Rowan Stigr