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4 years 4 months ago #1564

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"Dear Diary,
Captain Sharp said I should tell you what I'm thinking so I remember it for later.  He said it was important.

I think I like the Waypoint.  The people are a good mix of friendly and paranoid, unlike home, which it just paranoid.  The half-mortal girl that runs the tavern gave me cookies in trade for bluesilvermediumskyexchangepiller gems.  I TOTALLY won that haggle.  I shared the cookies with the crew so they didn't make fun of me for a few hours.  Double haggle victory, suckers! 

A female that smelled like human, dwarf, mining, and peaches made me a buckler.  She was strong.  We played catch with an anvil.  I am threatened by strong females.  But I don't want to kill her if she can make stuff I like.  I like bucklers.  They are like metal plates with handles, so you can eat off them, ward off light weapons, and throw them at foes.  Or at friends that are not paying attention.  I wish there were options other than kill strong females or don't kill strong females.

Dolce said maybe I shouldn't talk about being from Lameth.  People from Lameth are not well liked.  I don't understand maybes.  I understand 'Grey, don't do THIS or you'll get hurt,' and 'Grey, do THAT or you'll get hurt,' but equivocation make my skull squeeze in on my brain-meats.  Lameth doesn't have so many rules about who you can and can't eat, and what you can or can't steal.  I like things that are simple.  Lameth has simple rules like]
Lark said I definitely should tell people I'm a demon.  But she said it in her what-I'm-saying-right-now-is-the-opposite-of-the-truth voice.  I've gotten good at telling the difference, except when she changes her voice.  Then I've got no kackin' clue what she means.  I don't advertize that I can grow claws, because the Captain said I wasn't allowed to draw pictures of my claws on the side of the ship any more.  And Minx said I shouldn't tell anyone that my claws are magic, because something something something.  I got distracted by Sparrow's chest while Minx was explaining.

We met some wolfmen.  They smelled like the woods, and hunting, and dog urine.  They were tough, and their leader was REALLY strong.  He said I could come be part of his family if I wanted to.  I said I'd think about it, because I already have a family, and I don't know if you are allowed to have more than one.  Families aren't like toes or mistresses or ideas.  I asked Minx; she said I was right.  I love it when people tell me I'm right.  I have to do something nice for her before I forget, or before she takes it back.  Maybe I'll break something for her.  That's always so hit or miss, because its impossible to tell what Minx does or does not want broken.  She shot an evil magical votex in the eye just for drifting into camp.

The wolfmen were only hurt by silver I think.  I had a silver mug a few months ago, but Stone got sober once and confiscated it as con-tra-band.  Then Priss got scared and looked like she was going to pout or steal my soul again.  The Kraken cleared it all up, and Stone forgave me, but didn't return the mug I'd stolen from him.  He can be so mean sometimes, like in the morning, or when his flasks are empty.  I can make my fingernails into steel claws, and I can make the steal into magic claws.  I wonder what I have to do to make them into silver claws?  Probably eat something disgusting, like cacodaemon livers, or asparagus.

The wolfman leader was going to turn some of the locals into wolfmen, but Angel stopped him.  I think she turned him into a human.  For a healer she can be really vindictive.  I'd rather be a slime mold or a Stygian lamprey than be a human.  I skinned one of the wolfmen after Angel polymorphed the leader, but it was dark, and all I got was human skin.  I'm still going to make a baldric, or maybe a fancy hat. 

We still don't have a ship.  The Captain said I could go get the anchor from where the Apocalypse crashed, so we'll have an anchor when we build a new ship.  Minx said she can build it, but she needs parts, and the parts are either really expensive, or really rare, or really hard to build.  But Silent said the new ship will be able to fly. That will be amazing.  It's always awkward when Silent says something; he creeps me out.  I had the heebee-jeebees when I was an adolescent, but they were cured by an exorcist when I was small.  Silent sounds just. like. he. did.  Except Silent only has one head, and so doesn't echo himself.

I think that's all for now.  Goodbye Diary."

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"Grey?"

"Yeah Minx?"

"You're doin' it again."

"Doin' what?"

"Talking out loud to the book instead of writing in it."
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Re: Dear Diary 4 years 2 months ago #1273

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"Dear Diary,

The winter here in the Waypoint is amazing!  The temperature ranges from dead in a few hours to dead in a few minutes.  And it is persistent, unlike the wussy seasons back home that give up after a month or three.  I think I'm faring better than the others. Minx and Lark seem to prefer warmer climates.  Sharp has been looking a little sickly recently.  That's not due to the cold, but due to him eating lots of vegetables.  Those things'll kill ya.  Aunt Gertrude also said that eating green vegetables would put color in my cheeks.  As if I wanted green cheeks, seriously!

I found the anchor but I don't know if I should carry it back to camp.  I'm not worried about someone stealing it, because even I can barely lift the thing.  But I am worried and transmuters turning it into something that rhymes with anchor, like a banker, or a Rancor, or something that masturbates.  Angel encourages me to stand up to my worries, and face them head on.  I head butted a money leader just last week.  Boy, was he surprised at my confidence in the face of whelming amounts of concern.

Stone said he'd help me stop cutting myself while sparring with my cutlass.  He said I should try fighting other people, instead of just going toe-to-toe against my weapon.  I'm not sure about his methods, but he is the most well trained weapons master in the crew.  I think he is also the only weapons master in the crew.  Priss said she cheer for me, but she also cheers when I start to bleed, or when Stone takes off his belt, or when crabs get dumped in boiling water.  She cheers a lot.

I'm getting sleepy, so I'm going to call it a night.
G'night Diary."

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"Grey?"

"Yeah Minx?"

"Yer still doin' it."

"Doin' what?"

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"Nothin'. G'night Grey."

"Night Minx."
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Re: Dear Diary 3 years 10 months ago #1375

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"Dear Diary,

It's been all summer.  Like, the whole summer.  I got drunk with Welligan and Rose.  We watched the clouds racing the stars.  The clouds were winning, but I don't think the stars were really trying.  They were just sorta staying still.

The Captain took everyone else off on a mission.  They said I couldn't go because I say whatever I'm thinking, and this mission required saying things.  And Priss told me not to pout because I couldn't go because it makes my eyes look funny, and when she got back she'd bring me a present.

I'm supposed to be grateful no matter what she brings, but I'm hoping its a weapon or a sweetmeat or a wraith trapped in a silver net, and not something weird or gross, like a singing fern or a gallon bucket of orca semen.  I kinda prefer it when she just bring back new clothes.  She always models new clothes for the crew, and I think she deliberately stands between the window shade and the lantern when she changes.

Which reminds me, I should find out what the Shadow-Dancer eats.  I'm hoping its tangible, like wheat or rabbits or spoons, and not intangible like air or sunlight or hopes.  I'd like to trade him something he wants for something I want, like a story, or a piece of his pinkie finder to show my mother.  His dialect is a lot harder than I'm used to, but I still think I'm understanding everything he's saying.  Void-Dancers have a very contextual tongue, and use a lot of body language.  And I think they have three tongues, which must make it easier.

No luck in my quest to find the Wyrdmaker.  I haven't given up hope, and as far as I know I have not fed that hope to the Void-Lurker yet.  I went through the Portal to help an old lady put dead flowers on her dead husband's grave, which was surrounded by lots of other dead things.  A few of the dead things were still moving, but a fellow named Trigon, or Terragon, or Turriman, or Ralph said WORDS OF POWER and made all the dead folks lie back down.  It was impressive.  The old lady abandoned her dead flowers and we went back through the Portal.  I guess it makes since, since I'm alive, and I like other living things like Minx and Lark and the merchant girl, Rose.  Maybe when I''m dead I'll prefer dead things, like salt and cut flowers and Stone's heart.

I'm happy that the crew got back yesterday.  I'm told that we can't visit the town of Waypoint again in about fifty days.  That sounds like a lot, but Sharp assured me it would go by very fast, which makes me happy.

I love being happy.  Ok, goodbye Diary."

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"Gray?"

"Yeah, Minx?"

"Is that a cat?"

"Yeah."

"Did you, by chance, trade your book for a cat, and name the cat Diary?"

"Yeah!"

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"G'night Gray."

"G'night Minx!

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"g'night diary!"
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Re: Dear Diary 3 years 9 months ago #1378

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Dear Diary,

The captain said we can go back to the Waypoint.  I want to press all the buttons, but Priss said no.  And she said it in her soul-stealing voice.  Her I'm a little naughty girl voice can get on my nerves, but her soul-stealing voice actually takes your nerves away and replaces them with things like fears and ichor and maggots.  Although tasty, I really dislike maggots.

I set the anchor down, and don't remember where I put it.  The Captain is going to be pissed, but I did find a big rock, and wrapped a chain around it, so maybe he won't notice.  I'm supposed to be looking for a floating ship, or an engine for a floating ship, or something else, like sails, or a river.  I kinda tune the captain out after the first few words of each sentence.  I did get the bombs that Minx wanted.  I figured out how one of them works, so I'll have to replace that one.

Minx says I can't carry a cannon the same way she carries her musket, not even if I just want to cannon-whip monsters or debtors.  Also, I don't have a cannon, and getting a new ship takes priority over getting me a cannon.  Or a safe.  Or a cannon that fires safes.

I saw a Paladin last week.  Or what I think was a Paladin.  It was a beam of light, but it was looking at me funny.  Dolce said I'd been drinking too much, but he's one to talk.

He talks a lot.  He told me a story about moving cliffs and sea serpents and beautiful women that want to suck the marrow from your bones.  Which reminds me that I should go home and see mum.

That's all for now.  I'll bring you a catfish later Diary.

"Gray?"

"Yeah, Minx?"

"Why are you bleeding all over?"

"Diary claws my hands and arms when I rub her belly, but Priss said that is a sign of affection among Arumvorii."

"Arumvor-... Grey, does your Dairy have gold fur and four legs on each side?"

"Yeah, she's real playful and affectionate.  But she keeps eating my belt buckles and sky pillars and fingers, and I don't know if that is healthy."

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"I'm sure it will be fine Gray.  I'm going to have a talk with Priss.  G'night Gray."

"G'night Minx." 
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Re: Dear Diary 3 years 8 months ago #1379

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Dear Diary,

  Me and Marko and Cassandra when to the town of Freedom in the Waypoint to trade some goods and do some ritual magic.  I always assume those two things mean sex, but in this case Cassie collected some coins and supplies from her factors among the Merchant Council, and Marko did some ritual magic to help me avoid having my soul swallowed by zombies again.

  Capo Traxx and the Roma were about, entertaining and stealing chickens.  I don't know if you can steal a chicken that is given to you, but I'll bet after I gave the pretty one in blue and pink the chicken, she stole it anyway.  They can't help it; its cultural.

  Kora and the Shadow-walker were friendly and helpful.  There was some problem with a renegade Peacekeeper called The Crimson, and some crafty orcs that took my head.  I don't think we solved the first problem, but the orcs wound up with their heads on pikes.  The Crimson may have ordered a Councilbeing, Lady Covington, assassinated.  Because she was, and he dislikes the Council.

  A gypsy seer named Uh-Fray-Uh showed me the combination to open the portal to the Iron Empire.  It is a lot harder to remember than the one home to Lamneth.  In the Ironlands we were told that no one from the Waypoint was allowed through, because their Councilwoman, Lady Covington, had been murdered by someone in the Waypoint.

  The Iron Kingdom's guards were lead by Guard Captain Anderson.  When we didn't move fast enough, she shot me with a cannon.  I've never had a woman shot me with a cannon before.

  I think she likes me.  Kora said she'd help me send the Captain a note asking if she'd like to join me for dinner.

  That's all for now Diary.  G'night.  Don't get wet, or you'll rust.
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  "Night Gray."

  "G'night Minx."
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  "Sharp?"

  "Yeah Minx?"

  "Why is the word "dairy" scratched into the ship's anchor?"

  "Beats me.  I assumed you'd done it, to remind Dolce to buy milk or cheese."

  "How, or more importantly WHY, would I carve the word into the anchor, instead of writing it on a piece of parchment, or letting Dolce remember it?"

  "No paper handy.  Dolce out drinking?"

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  "G'night Captain Sharp."

  "G'night Minx."
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Re: Dear Diary 3 years 1 month ago #1397

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Dear Diary,

We're going back to Freedom.  Welligan and Rose said they couldn't come.  I don't know where the captain is, but I'm betting he's with the ship.  And the others.  So by "we're going back" I mean just me.

I found a tent.  I don't know how to set it up, but it's pretty cool.  I found it on a dead guy.  Or, around a dead guy.  Well, he was alive when I found the tent, but he was dead when I left with the tent.  He did stab me with a black knife, and seemed kinda surprised when I didn't die as the knife exploded.  I asked him where he got an exploding knife, but he just kept screaming "My arm!  You tore off my arm!"  Then he stopped.

The tent needs some cleaning.  I forgot it was there and dragged it for a few miles.  Or leagues.  I don't remember the difference between units of distance on land, units of distance on water, and units of distance while plummeting off of an airship.

I haven't been able to deliver my letter to Guard Captain Anderson.  I hope she didn't get married, or a get killed.  I don't know if the Iron Kingdom will let in people from the Waypoint yet.  I wonder if I could say I was coming from Lamneth with a letter for Captain Anderson.  I wonder what her first name is?  I'm hoping its something pretty, like Violette, or R'yleh.

I have a bunch of boom-traps.  Rose got them for me.  I think they cause a bang like a cannon, and tear all the flesh off of nearby mortals.  I tested one.  It hurt.  I don't think they are very discerning between friend and foe.  Kinda like Priss . . . and Sharp.

I hope I see Tulliver, and Bytor.  I like them.  And Kora the Innkeep.  And Adama the Void-dancer.  I have stories to tell them. 

I haven't hit anything in anger in almost a month.  It's a bummer.  I kinda wanna kill lots of things.  That usually makes me feel better.  I wonder if the Peacekeepers are still mad?  I think fighting a Peacekeeper would be fun.  I'm told they are tough AND strong.

I guess something happened to the merchants.  Merchants have neat stuff.  If someone took their neat stuff, I wonder who has it, and if I can take it from them.  Minx said if someone took something from me, I can take it back.  I should ask Minx what happens if someone takes something from someone else if I can take it without paying for it.

That's everything that is going on right now.  G'night Diary.  Watch out for hooks next time.

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"Priss?"

"Yeah Minx?"

"Did Gray just catch a swordfish, recite a journal entry, kiss it and toss it back?"
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"Who's Gray?"
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"The tall, bald, shapeshi . . . never mind.  G'night Priss."

"Night Minx."
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Re: Dear Diary 3 years 1 month ago #1402

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Dear Diary,

The Captain let me help take a pirate ship from rival pirates.  So we could trade for another another ship.  With a ship that was slow and strong.  But to get the second ship we have to steal a third ship, and trade it for the second ship, and then we get to keep the first ship that we took by force.  It was very confusing, but I got to go for a swim, and the Captain let me weigh the anchors.

If Senjin is going to be traveling with us in the future, I have to remember to teach him the difference between the mainmast, foremast and mizzenmast.  Which I only remember because the mainmast is tallest, and the mizzenmast is shortest.  And Minx is going to need lighter armor if she going to go swimming mid-fight.  Stone was itching to swing from one ship to another with his whip, but the pirates came alongside, jibed across the wind and immediately moved to board.  The Bertha is gaff rigged, and lumbers like a Iron Imperial whore on Free Hot Cake Day.

We needed prisoners for information, and I couldn't tell if one of the pirates was still breathing, so I took out his heart and carried it over to the starboard gangway.  It wasn't beating, so I figured he was dead.  Horus and Lark got the information we need from First Mate Numoo.

Senjin and I met a fellow named Shells.  Hard of hearing, but friendly.  We caught up with The Admiral.  He's right; I'm the worst liar across four worlds.  I shoulda just told him that Sharp was the same, except now the captain is a little more . . . unbalanced.

I took a nap and dreamed of fire wraiths and giggling flame mephits.  They were scary, but I was asleep so they couldn't hurt me.

We sang a lot.  I love singing with the crew.  Josephine, and Alexandria, and Scut the Scotian, and a few others sang with us in the Exile's Rest.  Lucas the Panda is sooooooo sad.  I just wanna give him a big hug and tell him everything is going to be okay and stuff him and mount him on a giant stand in a museum.  And he's an amazing singer!

Captain Sharp broke a full bottle of rum, and so has to do the alcohol abuse penance, and the ritual keelhauling of purification.  Father Horus said it was necessary to prevent further misfortune.  Everyone knows that Sharp is cursed, but the curse has no right taking that out on innocent rum bottles.

I still haven't gotten to fight a Peacekeeper, but I think I might get the chance.  The Council and the Crimson are still feuding, and the town of Freedom refuses to take a side.  So it's only a matter of time until one or both sides attack us, at which point we get to kill everyone on both sides and take their stuff.

I drank a funny potion because a merchant said he didn't think I could.  It made me feel tingly, and then fuzzy, and then sleepy, and then it made my head pound.  Now I just feel kinda down because those feelings went away, and I like feeling things.  Beast the Maple Orc wrote my dinner invitation to Captain Anderson.  I hope she's okay.  And I hope she doesn't get sent to fight in the Peacekeeper War, and we wind up opposing each other because the Council orders the Iron Imperials to take the town of Freedom by force.  That'd be just my luck.

Stone bought me a pair of whores to try to take my mind off Captain Anderson.  They were attractive, but all humans look pretty much the same.  Squishy, and mostly hairless.  The Paladin's elite cavalry have a tradition called the "Eight Second Ride" in which you are mid-plook, and comment that your partner is not as sexual proficient as her sister.  You then endeavor to maintain your mount for a slow count to eight. 

I did this to one of the whores, and both matter-of-factly agreed with me.  I'm starting to suspect that they were sisters.

Nightingale and Lark are sisters too, come to think of it.

I think the Peacekeepers killed some Warhawks.  And then some children.  The Warhawks looked tough, and carried big "compensating for something" polearms.  I'll bet they'd be a blast to fight.  Killing children is pointless, and usually counter-productive.  They don't fight back so they are no fun, and they usually have family or neighbors that get crazy and start sharpening torches and lighting pitchforks, because Lamnethi mobs are serious, and you haven't seen true pain until you've seen a pair of rum smugglers punctured by sharp torches and pitch-burning hay rakes.

I think that's everything Diary.  I'm sorry you are an undead.  G'night.

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"Minx?"

"Yeah Lark."

"Why is there a zombie wearing a golden fur loincloth, holding a sailfish, impaled on the anchor of the S.S. Apocalypse Dairy?"
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"I've learned not to ask these questions for fear that someone will tell me the answer." 

"Okay.  Night Minx!"

"G'night Lark."
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Dear Diary 3 years 3 days ago #1424

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Dear Diary,
I don't think I like my new eyes.  They are TOO good.  I see things I don't want to see.  I think I saw one of Ademus' relatives mating with a dark mirror last week.  I keep seeing things that make new words appear in my head.  I wonder if Marko has any different eyes, maybe from a liger, or a Thangarian snare beast, or even another pirate.

I remembered something, and that Never Happens.  Maya the White Witch stormed into the Exile's Rest and asked a question.  That's not the thing I remembered.  I was hoping for a fight, but instead she and the fellow with the cursed sword and the a few other people went to see a female called Zither, which I think is an instrument, like a lyre with more strings.  There was something about a tomb, and something about a set of bouncy goggles, and some mixed feelings about a sword named Tabitha.  I was supposed to tell Minx something about all of this, but I don't think I did.

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I'm concerned about the Waypoint Gate.  And my new head.  I'm glad the new head looks like me, but I keep thinking things that are not my usual thoughts.  I know the Gate has seven locks, and that each lock accepts one of ten symbols.  But I don't know why I know that means there are ten million combinations, and why that is distinguished from permutations.  I know there are several worlds.  The Waypoint, Lamneth, The Iron Empire, Sill-van-ah, and now the undead fish world of Tartar Sauce.  That is five worlds.  Out of ten million possible combinations of symbols that could lead to a world.

Either, the gate system has an amazingly unnecessary security system, OR there are a lot more worlds to which the gate might lead.  Either way, I kinda wanna try the other nine million nine hundred ninety-nine thousand nine hundred ninety-seven codes that I don't know yet, even though I know that will take just over thirty-eight years of punching in one combination every two minutes. 

And I didn't even know numbers went that high this time last year.

I have a theory on how the ship crashed.  I don't think the gates are like doors.  Wormholes are like doors, and don't ask me how I know that, because I do, even though I have no clue what a wormhole IS.  But I think the gates are like very short duration teleporters.  According to legend, if you touch an Unholy Statue of the Demon-King Mordrick, you will be teleported into his presence.  It does not matter where he is, the Statue's magic knows and sends you to a Landing that is centered on him.

(This rarely went well for the supplicant or victim.)

What if the Gates are like the Unholy Statues?  Upon touching it, you vanish from one place, and reappear in another, somewhere within a certain area, which we call Landings?  So, if a rock, or a person, or a ship touches a Gate, the rock, person, or ship vanishes from it's current location, and reappears somewhere else?  Thus, the Apocalypse may have bumped into a temporary Gate in a maelstrom on the River Styx, and reappeared at an unknown Landing above the treeline west of Freedom.

Also, why is this bothering me?

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I still feel like me.  I still know the things that I knew before the ship crashed.  And I still want to find the Wyrdsmith and bring freedom from predestination to all of the sentient beings that hope for free will.

But if this head were different, and I were thinking different thoughts, how would I know?  Wouldn't ANY head that I thought with think it was thinking correctly?  Does the fact that I'm concerned about my thoughts mean, per se, that the thoughts are my original thoughts?  And how do I know what "per se" means?

Why is this happening to me?

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That's all for now.  I'm sorry you died again Diary.

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"Gray?"

"Yeah Sharp?"

"Did you say something?"

"Nah, jus' talkin' to myself."

"Nightengale wants you to clean the dead zombie off the anchor.  She says it stinks."

"Will do Cap'n.  G'night."

"Night Gray."
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Dear Diary 2 years 11 months ago #1428

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"Dear Diary,

I don't know where I am.  I can't find the ship, or the crew, or the town.  I think I ran away from a fight.  That's never happened before.  We were fighting Crimson and the Peacekeepers, and we were winning.  Then I fell asleep.  Then I was awoken.  Then I fell asleep again, and when I woke up I couldn't fight, or heal, or shapechange.  It's like being mortal, and I don't like it.

I remember getting back to Freedom and knocking over my tent in the process of grabbing Krestal's picnic basket.  And I remember reaching the Portal.  And I remember being in pain.

And I remember things from before I was Gray of the Good Ship Apocalypse. I remember lots of fires, and lots of screaming, and things that don't speak well of me.  I remember other demons, and the memories hurt.

I don't like this new head.  And I think I know why I had the old one, because it didn't remind me of Bad Things.

And it's dark.  And I'm cold.

I think that's all diary."

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"Minx?"

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"Sharp?"
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"AngelLarkSparrowKrestalNightengale?"
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"Anybody?"
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"I don't know where I am."
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Re: Dear Diary 2 years 7 months ago #1470

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Dear Diary,

  The Worldwalker has died, and become one (or two) with the Waypoint.  The Greenseers of Silvana have declared war upon the Obsidian Order for revealing the druid's involvement in the creation of the Nexus.  This has united the elves and orcs for the first time in centuries, as the druidic order is more than sacred to both races of Silvani.

  But as much as I treasure Freedom and the lands surrounding, I have a greater and more pressing mission.  My nemesis, the Fate-Bender, the Destiny-Thief, the Wyrdsmith, was seen in camp.  Someone in the town made a deal with him, unknowingly becoming a traitor, and losing their intrinsic freedom of choice in the process.

  I love Freedom Town, but I will sacrifice the camp, it's inhabitants, and the entire Waypoint world, to kill the twisted being whom I have hunted for as long as I can remember.  Too many sentients on too many worlds have lost their future decisions and inherent independence by his passage and interference.

  I curse Crimson and his allies to my core (pun intended) for returning to me my memories.  I worked tirelessly to forget who I was and what I had done before the Wyrdsmith's machinations changed Lamneth forever.  I will not allow him to harm another world as he did mine.

  I have warned those that I could.  Something worse is coming to Freedom.  Worse than Crimson, or the Bloodfist, or the Oathbound Elementals.  The Waypoint stands at a precipice.  Whether it holds or plummets will be determined by the choices of the heroes of Freedom.

  And one hero has already bargained away that choice.

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"Hi Gray."

"Hi Minx."

"Who ya talkin' to?"

"The stars."

"You know we can hear you too, right?"

"Yeah, I know.  But these are things the crew needs to hear, and I feel that the Family does not take me seriously when I speak to them directly.  Nor have I ever given them reason to.  So I talk to my diary, and allow our shipmates the choice to listen or not, as they see fit."

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"Free will is a big deal to you, huh?"

"Without it, there is no point in existing.  A life without choice is no different then being a Fallen, or an angel.  No matter how powerful an angel becomes, it is still a soulless instrument of a Higher Power, with no more control over its destiny than a sword, or a stew pot."

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"Are you okay Gray?"

"I'll be fine.  I just need to think.  G'night Minx."

"Night Gray."

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"What the fuck is happening on this ship?"
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