Entry Two: Well Shit.

Well where to begin? Walter confessed that his sword is sentient and when he found it he blacked out and when he came to his friends were all dead. This kind of contradicted everything we knew about the blade and then he said he left his academy and fled across the sea. This made all of us concerned but no one seemed willing to do more than talk about it and even then no one pushed very deeply. Neither did I at the time.
 
Then...oh boy we discovered something earth shattering. The dome we found on the new continent that supposedly was not able to be opened by the wizards studying it was opened by Millie's presence. It lead to a fortress of sorts where hundreds of Millie's kind were in stasis or permanent state of sleep. Through methods I have no idea how to describe they were connected to a contraption that would waken them when a lever was puled. Magic I assume was involved. We of course pulled the lever.
 
The few Riftforged that woke up were mesmerized by Millie at first then attacked us. I don't blame them. Imagine a newborn was somehow able to be trained to be a soldier and was fully formed in their adult body. Waking up and seeing strangers would likely cause them to be afraid and lash out. That's what I suspected happened here, or conversely we woke the Ritfroged from a long sleep and they found alien invaders in their home. Attacking the invader makes sense. I only regret we had to kill them. I wish we hadn't. Destroying the contraption too also seemed needlessly cruel. I don't feel good at all about what we did in this fortress.
 
I did however see an opportunity to help Walter. He had expressed a desire to redeem himself for his deeds of killing his friends and though he did a lot of verbal dodging every time we questioned him on his motives, I couldn't ignore his desire to redeem himself. Since the dome seemed impenetrable without Millie or someone like them, I suggested burying the sword here till we could find a way to destroy it. A verbal arguement ensued where I pushed as hard as I could, even laying down an ultimatium of the sword of me and saying I couldn't trust Walter and he didn't relent. Finally he offered to stay here forever alone and I gave up, and turned to go. I wasn't planning to abandon them but in the process of the argument I had tried to convice Willie to help me convince Walter to leave the sword by mentioning his daughter could be in peril.
 
Willie did not take that well. Saw it as threat to her and promised to kill me if I ever insiuated anything along those lines again. Millie too was furious about this, though I suspect more furious at Willie's sudden lack of caring that the blade was evil and in Walter's hands. I'd seen Willie's actions before. It's very common in a man who was once very principled and watched their principles get someone killed. It's hard to hold conviction at that point.
 
Afraid I'd broken the small amount of cohesion we had, I told everyone I was leaving to stay with my people, for real this time. This break in our bond, small though the bond was, seemed to be the thing that Walter needed to give up the sword. He burried Raz'gormon there and returned to the boat with us and we left to go help some goblins we'd promised to introduce to the human town we'd discovered. My desire to help them is related to the fact I couldn't help the other goblins so hopefully I don't fuck this one up like I did with Walter.
 
Speaking of Walter he said something to me that I find very odd and I don't know how to feel about it. Willie is always going off how he's the moral center of our group. No one believes it because he has no conviction and it's obvious. Walter, however, said I was the moral center of the group. I don't believe that. More importantly I don't feel that the group needed a moral center. I didn't think anyone was falling into darkness. Effie and Elric were doing fine and Millie, well is probably having a crisis of origin right now so maybe they are, and Willie hasn't crawled out of his darkness yet. So Walter may be right but not in the way he thinks. Willie, who wants nothing to do with me, might need me more than the group does. Considering he was damaged in my attempt to save Walter I kind of owe it to him to try to be there for him.
 
I don't see this ending well. Once again I pray to the spirits I don't fuck up these poor goblins. We meet them tomorrow. Time will tell I suppose.