10-14-2023, 05:12 PM
Among scattered notes and unintelligible ramblings, there is a very clear set of pages numbered and in order. They are made of a strange pigskin, likely from the species 'Magma Boars' which is common back in the small island of Saera. The very first one of these starts something like this.
Dedicated to J.C.W.
Is perhaps something wrong with me? It was a little bit ago now, but when I arrived to Galvia I was hoping to escape many things. My past, my actions, and the wars which have plagued my life. Consequences follow my life, no matter how long I try to avoid them or escape their inevitable cold grasp over me. Immigrating was easy, they just needed my name and some forms of documentation... Luckily I managed to keep my scholar's degree from Isegrad, it has saved me multiple times in the past. I've used this journal countless times now, but since I'm starting a new chapter in my life, I figured I should best start fresh on these writings too. The following will be my nervous ramblings and likely a few notes here and there about Galvia.
Well, to start.. I joined the Arcanum, the Court of Eyes. I have heard some vile rumors about it and it's eccentric cast of members. They weren't exactly wrong- But it is not as bad as it is usually painted out to be. At the moment I best act as a 'Clerk', managing very light information and administering it on the library. It's nothing permanent but it's comfortable. Sometimes I like to put my own notes in there- Notes about the things I do know, such as water elementalism and some history. It reminds me of my old job, except I'm missing various familiar faces that were with me at the time. There's not a day I don't miss them.
Talking about familiar faces, there appear to be quite a few immigrants into Galvia aside from me. It's troublesome, but it isn't something I can't live with yet. I doubt the locals would ever see me as comrade, but I hope to fit in eventually. Until then- I believe I'll hang around the outside of city walls. I've never been one to stay put in one place regardless. I'm sure I'll eventually move elsewhere, but first I have to fulfill my promise. It is quite the promise too, it will at least take a few years...
I met with Rain and Ash. Ash seems to have largely forgotten about me, or at least she's not so bothered by me anymore. Rain on the other hand is the same way she's always been, distant, cold, and brutally honest. I like that about her. Nowadays it is always drama and subterfuge in the city, seeing who can one up each other in conniving wordplay and flapping gums. I presented myself as a worker for those two- They are working on something I am personally fascinated by. I believe they can get somewhere with it, but only time will tell.
Autumn started and there have been a few hiccups for me here and there, but luckily I've met some good people so far. Perhaps this is somewhere where I can settle down- Start anew. It will be difficult and it will likely cost me much... But that is a small price to pay for redemption.
The first page ends here with the second likely somewhere among the various notes depicting various members of the so-called "Mason's Guild", likely a group the author was studying on his arrival to Galvia. There are also some smaller notes around the place written in a strange and unintelligible language, likely foreign.