Journal of a Priestess.

[Rue]

Here I am the first entry of my life. A journal to keep track of what is happening. Does it matter to anyone? Most likely not, but it is a place to help me keep track. And should I die before I reach the end, may it serve as a record of what ever came of me.

Why ... why do I do this? Because the need is there. I have begun to feel the embers smolder, their smoke is weighing heavily on everything. Whatever it is, I can't ignore it. My passions and interest grow further from my attention as the smell consumes my mind. The smell of something burning while flames lick ever part of its soul. I feel Mularos looking over my shoulder, whispering in my ear while I sleep, along with constant reminders of his thorns haunting my steps. Marlu constantly on my back, taunting me with the failure of my first test when the Queen called upon me. Ivas always distracting me with favors of entertainments playing upon my weakness. But the embers burn ever so slight without mercy, telling me there is another chance around the corner . . . waiting. . .
Is this the calm before the storm?

[Sean of the Thread]

Nice.

[TheEschaton]

Wow, this is gotta be some hot softcore porn.

-TheE-

[Rue]

Days have passed within a blink of an eye and my fingers fail to find pen and ink. Lack of interest on my part? Nau, just lack of time as my mind begins to focus on another step closer to my goal. I promised myself not to return to Illistam again till I could at least kill something on my own. Not the easiest promise to keep, a few times I felt myself drawn to the place like a child to a piece of candy. But after my last visit, it really will be worth the wait.

I have to also make note of the Trash to Treasure Auction. I knew little of what was to transpire; word had reached my ears to save what usually sells for drinking coin, to bid on great treasures. I hardly qualify on defining a great treasure but for the trash? What did I have to loose. The distraction was a welcome break from pushing my luck on the battle field. I managed to trade for a brawling weapon and a yo-yo that gained me scorn during the auction cause of my intent fascination with it. Overall, the Merchants Guild was most gracious host to an event I look forward to attending next year if I am around. At least now I have a better idea what trash to save for next year.

And blessed is Ivas who torments me with warmer nights beneath cold skies while I strive to grow stronger so that I may serve the wishes of my Dark Queen Eorgina.

[Jolena]

Despite the comedians posting here, I kinda enjoy this kind of thing, so I hope you keep posting!

[Tisket]

Despite the comedians posting here, I kinda enjoy this kind of thing, so I hope you keep posting!

Seconded. Helps that it's well written of course.

[Celephais]

What did I have to loose.

Seconded. Helps that it's well written of course.

Sorry, had to.

[Tisket]

Sorry, had to.

lol nitpicker!

[Rue]

A process can take forever to happen, but there are moments that you remember as they affect your entire life.
Life changes at one word to often; Love, Lust, Hate, Fire, Surrender, Guilty, Innocent, Yes, No . . . it goes on and on with how one word, said at the right time, can change someone's life.

On that note, the sparks spread from my mind as I shared my insanity with another and the words put in at that moment changed our lives. Allies.

The fire grows with fuel, the path dimly revealing itself. I pray to Eorgina to stroke the flames to give me clearer vision on what is to transpire, but only darkness greets my request.

[Rue]

How long has it been? So much has happen, and I let it slip through the pages without a word.
No poetry, no recall, no pray, nothing but empty darkness. The flame went out and the spark flashes, over and over begging to be lit again.

Communion twice, both without much to speak of. Nice ceremony but lacking fire.

Saw the general of Palastra . . . my Knight did not take his side, however, as time passes I see the point the general was making more and more valid.
I will have to drag out my notes and organize them here to make the warnings clearer. The story is long, yet important and each day become clearer and clearer.

I find myself attempting to prolong the inevitable. This includes signing the petition at the museum. The arch is sealed and the artifact is beyond reach. I had two skilled pickers attempt it to go beyond the barrier.

On a side note, My dark knight has gone missing. Word reached he is ill, but not the messenger refused to share exactly where he was laid low at or what has him beyond the touch of an empath. Perhaps it is Eorgina's way to punish me yet again.

I just do not feel the spark. Silence caresses my flesh, not even the ticking breaking through.

Only the damn slaver makes me twitch, as I move forward. The words of a passing sailor softly remind me of who I once might of been. It is no longer important who I once was. Only who I become.