Distant Company

Winding cobbled streets and buildings as tall as ancient willows, is this a human pinnacle or just the precipice of their architectural prowess. There are so many sounds and scents here. Baking bread and open markets littered with stray cats tiptoeing be...

These notes are made in haste. A means of organising the chaos in my head - the series of events I’ve witnessed hold more weight than entire years of my life. Two days have passed since our encounter with the party’s attacker and whilst I quietl...

I write this, perched on the nose of a manmade contraption of flight! Dubbed the Whirly Twirly by its conceptualiser: one Kaled bin Zafir (through the undoubted influence of Krist). So much has happened, I will start at where the evening began to take ...

I continue to document my time in Mulmaster to relay to Davdon upon my return and there is one thing I am certain of: I have become much more adept at writing on the move! We landed in Troglav Square rather unceremoniously and before we could even than...

With turbans, false moustaches, trimmed beards, blackened and reddened hair we muddled back to The Cloak and Shadows Inn. An unsettling aura about the place (and the likelihood of having to pretend to be someone I am not) meant Allie and I kept watch o...

I did not leave the forest in search of death. The darkness that creeps into my meditations felt like a warning, yet leaving the sanctuary of my Lady Mielikki has done nothing but bring about pain. When I close my eyes I see bodies stacking. An unev...

My heart was heavy from the morning’s rush and guilt weighed on me for my unkind words to Skodrun… I shared these feelings with Krist and, much to my delight and surprise, he openly agreed that I had been unjust in my assertions. At first, his cand...

The perfume of wood smoke lingers on my armour and when I close my eyes I recall the last twenty-four hours in a hasty blur. I remember rummaging through the cult’s belonging in a desperate search to clear our names, to no avail. And realising that I...

As fate would have it, the fête was in fact a music festival. I was unaware of such festivities, it was Krist with his worldly understanding that identified the gathering as such. Why, with a fleeting glance at the scattered leaflets he rattled off names...

Where to begin; how to begin? As the sun began to relax into the horizon all of us set out to Alphonso Riverthief; a (so-called) druid in the nearby forest, from whom we had intended to buy mushrooms from. He was overcome with the bounties of nature an...

Crimson is a calm Colour It comes after Violence the Eye of an angry Storm I can feel my heart breaking. And it tears not with the clang of a clacson or the roar of thunder, but with the tiny snaps one can hear when tearing weeds from the earth....

This is what it must feel like to be a fish, caught on the end of a fisherman’s hook. The illusion of freedom, swimming in the direction you believe to be your choice, when suddenly that hook caught in your cheek pulls you sharply another way. What is t...

Sitting here, bathed in the warm glow of our campfire, it’s hard to put down into words everything that happened this afternoon. Allie managed to distract Brody’s attention just long enough for Krist to take the Dream Seed, but, as we later came to...

I suppose now is as good a time to write of our exploits as any, sitting here in this stolen carriage, lulled by the rhythm of the horses hooves. I wait for the day when I can claim that all events prior to my writing have been calm and serene. But tod...

I’ve sat myself down besides Allie, tucking her in with my blanket once again as she refrains from entering the tent to sleep beside young Cala. With hours to myself either end of the evening I decided to write, as I have most nights, in the hope that d...

A moment of respite outside of the Moon Water Temple, just enough for me to scribble down what brought us here. I think of everything that happened up until this point: consoling Cala, offering to see her in the future and the warm embrace I shared wit...

I suppose I ought to get up. I can hear hushed voices talking and the clatter of Skodrun’s cooking. But this little tent feels like a universe unto itself, a glade in this dark swampland. A cosmos of filtered light, earthy smells and visionless tranc...

How today escalated! Things started off quietly in the belly of the broken pirate ship. Allie and Skodrun popped outside to observe the storm (but not until I embarrassed myself trying to make something up to get Skodrun out of trouble, thank goodness ...

It’s lovely here. I would never have thought to make my home in a tree but there’s something very pleasant about it. Is it a shade of symbiosis perhaps? I live here in your arms and in exchange I keep away what might hurt you. Is that harmony or a ...

I’ve become accustomed to walking and writing at the same time (although I think my handwriting suffers a bit for it). Us five--four are currently making our way to the city of Ylraphon, working through shock after shock. In the dead of night dear...

What an afternoon! It was delightful to explore the tight-knit alleyways and marketplace of Ylraphon with Allie. She was terribly patient with me, I can only suppose she’s been to places of this sort numerous times before. There was so much I wanted ...

When I was a child, more so than I am now, I read tales of youths and their disconnection to their adoptive parents. That the lack of shared blood prevented a true connection… Perhaps I’m simply too naive to notice something like that, as now, at this...

Beat・en・and・Bruised Life・hang・ing・by・just・one・thread Where・to・go・from・here? Perhaps I’m selfish to be grateful that they’re alive but so many close calls. So much hurt and suffering. I’ve no time to write about wh...

I poured myself an especially large cup of whiskey so I suppose I’ll sup on this, write this entry, and get myself into a trance. It’s felt like donkeys years since I enjoyed a good drink. I’m fairly keen on my alcoholic beverages but nothing’s...

1. Are you a morning person or more of a night owl? I find both appealing in their own ways but I’m more of a fan of the evening. 2. What’s the first thing you notice about a person when you meet them? Perhaps their voice or their mannerisms, I ...

Skodrun returned to us! Safe and sound - well, for the most part! There was a little bit of a kerfuffle with the gentlemen Uno and Duos which could very well have ended badly had Bree and Krist not stepped in. Regardless of the temporary peril though, Sko...

I’ve heard it said that in life there are ‘Aha!’ moments. Times when all the pieces line up and tessolate. Where the picture becomes clearer. Sometimes proximity isn’t the answer, but taking a step back and observing from a distance will bri...

Oh how Waning Gibbous shyly pulls away Coy as she yawns in a blanket of stars Soothed by balmy night air Her freckles moon dust, her eye reflecting morning’s light Bated breath These past days have felt like a precious, fragile pocket of time i...