Several of the pages and entries in this journal were destroyed when Deren was slain by the River God, but you have been able to recover some important entries. This diary was read by Ethan and Sylas before being returned to Vanja.
#1
[…] swell of pride have I viewed the colors of the Barony of Isendel, but to wear them now wholly have I become a part of something greater and anticipate to bring much good for my home and all the […]
#2
[…] and though the work is for its part tedious I am given resolve in the knowing the vital work to the Inquisition. Each day through these gates the great heroes of Isendel pass, and to know that I am […]
#3
[…] the budding ache of a tender pain I dare would speak of love, and I with mere coppers to my purse with what I have sent home, and though I take much pride in this too I am heavy with the shame of having so little by which to win her affections. I can only hope the sentiments of her northern peoples are […]
#4
[…] in all these grasp and not so much as a word to neither friend nor colleague. It would be too great an indignity for messages more to leave at the Majestic and with each visit I can only imagine myself more the fool and simmering in such boyish hopes that by some […]
#5
[…] from the very lips of those I so admire! It is fortune of the Harvest and bravery Torch that has visited me with its grace that I have proven myself at long last! The Red Bandanas and their marauding laid to rest and I with no small part to play! It is no less an Inquisitor that has called me to audience and I would be a liar to claim my enthusiasm […]
#6
[…] thawed the great winter of my misery! That in all these grasp forgotten not my face nor my name, but burdened instead by her melancholy at the loss of kin. I am most selfish in my excitements and tangled too in such great sympathy, but am resolved by no less measure than to make her my wife. I have learned that by her northern traditions […]
#7
[…] shamed to have succumbed to such a perverse enchantment. So grand a spider’s web she has weaved upon my heart that even in knowing her great treachery still cannot I smother the embers of this pain. My darling Vanja is without doubt a witch, the most foul and low of all things. I think now upon every whisper and every lie and doubt at every thought what […]
#8
[…] and surrendered she a vital truth my investigation will reveal, but cling still do I to some faint hope that Inquisitor Sylas’ assertions will hold and that somewhere beneath the mire of her insanity remains still a woman tempered and marriageable and that like the skin of a rotting fruit the corruption of her madness can be peeled to reveal something still of value and goodness. It is fact undisputed and in no small irony that without the touch of her witchcraft would I most certainly have been felled by the assassin’s blade, this Ethan Fairchild. I must trust that could she be turned to […]
#9
[…] of The Lady Lace has revealed this wraith of a noble to be but a hollow apparition, a fiction of no small malefaction, and if my suspicions are correct then one of the very witches I am charged to find. I have little in the way of doubt now that the events which transpired at the House of Chance hold a vital secret. The arrest of this Imago Weygarde is no less than a blessing of the Hunt. It is fully within my authority to pardon the smuggler and pirate’s charges if he is […]
#10
[…] fortified by these Kharakhan mercenaries. The Trident is a hearty ship and well armed and in battle should prove in all ways superior to Weygarde’s smuggling ship, all ways but speed. If what the merchant said is true then a warrant for a halt of the Beauty is already posted in the southern port towns and she will be unable to travel at haste. My reports have been filed with the Inquisition and it is a narrow gambit, but if the confidence played upon this pirate are the greater treachery I suspect, more answers will […]
#11
[…] convergence of impossible circumstance! I have heard Vanja’s voice so clear as though she stood within the reach of my weary hands and therein is some hope some goodness in her remains. I must be careful in my hopes and fears, for another deception of this Lady Lace and her witches is not beyond reason, and yet I ask what at all can be true if so clear the sweet voice of my Vanja can be so manufactured. I have asked her to come to meet me and when I see her face I will know for myself. I must admit my heart is alight in the hope some seed of loyalty remains in my sweet Vanja. Perhaps if […]
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