*As you turn the page, a small piece of the dry
paper breaks off in your fingers, however it is almost unnoticeable
On the opposing page is a rough sketch of a castle.*
Dear Diary,
Please forgive me for any untidiness in my penmanship but I do most of my composing, both musical and literal by the dim light of our campfire in the wee hours of the night.
Today was the arranged rendezvous with our group. It has been to long since August, Jelek, and I have seen Tibor and Ted. Much has happened with them but they have given few details to me as of yet. With Tibor arrived a strange little man, one of his friends. His name was Grayin. They had come from Coopersville’s forge. I have heard that D'Ellis is there, but did not ask if they had seen him, Coopersville is a large town I am sure. Becides I think they had much trouble there and I in no way wanted to trivialize their affairs. After some unnecessary deliberation, the group began heading towards Jay's castle, needless to say I was delighted. My thoughts over the last few weeks have been dotted with the image of the fantastic abode. I long to see it. I only hope that we find the castle unchanged when we get there. We stopped for the night to rest in a valley. August and the newcomer began cooking while I set up the tents. They seemed to be having a battle of sorts, it was quite amusing. I did like Grayin's meal but I must say that I do prefer Augusts cooking. Soon after that, we assigned watches and headed off to bed. We were awakened by Jelek's calls for help...we were again being attacked. A group of skeletons had found our camp and were trying to, again tie us up. This is quite unsettling, I thought with the defeat of Derrick we would be done with these undead hordes. I suppose there are more followers of the dreaded dark lady than I had imagined. The battle took longer than it should have, but I suppose it was because we were startled awake. Jelek, the new scout fumbled with his equipment while Tibor and August, as usual displayed an amazing amount of strength and accuracy in their fighting. I however seem to be exactly the opposite. I thought of myself once as a leader of this team, but now I see myself as a klutz and horridly unskilled. Certainly I am no act to follow. The skeletons ended up running away, and we thankfully got to rest. Strangely though I was startled not long after I again layed down, it was not a foe however but August. He was calling from just outside my tent. I opened the flap and he asked if he could sleep inside the tent, with me because it was dreadfully cold outside. I of course let him in; after all I would want someone to do the same for me in that situation. He could have just as easily asked Ted if he could sleep in Jay's old tent with him, not that I really minded of course. I did however feel extremely awkward. If it had been any of the others I am sure I would not have felt so. He fell asleep quickly and did not say another word to me. I lay a bit listening to his breath and watching him sleep before I too drifted off.
I spoke before of my musical compositions. I have again started writing. I have not done so since I left home. I find however that all of my music, no matter how hard I try to make it uplifting, has an underlying tone of sadness and melancholy. I have played a few of my works in progress to some of the group, the ones who care to listen, but I have yet to sing. People I have traveled with have asked me to do so on several occasions but I cannot bring myself to do it. The notes just freeze in my throat. I suppose that it reminds me to much of who I used to be.
Well that is all for today. The sun will be up soon, and we will then again begin heading towards castle Delcaste.
Your humble servant,
Vitriol
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