Personal Journal of Hona Page 2

"It feels like home Hona."

That's what he said.

That was Tobias' last entry yesterday. We've been on this planet for about 5 days now, many of the cartographers have been sent out trying to find out why this planet, of all planets we have visited, has done the impossible. Our portals have gone dark. It started with two on the first day. Not an uncommon thing, but by the third day, when more then a dozen portals went dark in one day....over 36 different cartographers stranded, their journals not transmitting....Their portals not available for them to return through...

According to the Guild Master, Tobias went to the north east of the city, trying to find an answer. Only to find nothing. I don't know that I can handle this right now. I don't know if I could ever really handle this, Tobias going missing. He is the only connection that I have to home.....An additional group's being sent out to try and find him using what he's sent back...

Only Tobias' last message wasn't a call for help. He's been so tired....So sad.

by MandoMc Designs

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Which organization do you belong to?

CEIE Followers

Heist Clan

Anvil

Type

Journal, Personal

"What book Abraxas?"

"Amanda's Journal."

"What do you mean you think there's someone in there?"

"It was like you're recieving a visions from Fate and aren't controlling yourself."

"It's not a Amanda is it? I thought she was dead?"

"Can you get them out?" a black catfolk asked.

"I'll need to tap into you three."

After a brief look, the three nod in agreement.

Which guild master sent Tobias out again?

Was it Brennus or was it Rorè?

Why can't I remember?

What planet was that on? Tobias went missing, when?

Tobias....Tobias where are you?

Why did you leave Durz and me alone?

Ednik.....Tobias.....Durz.....Edorta.......Amanda......

Why gods.....why?

Tobias. Tobias!

by MandoMc Designs via MidJourney

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Hona shot up. Tossing the covers from her form. Looked around. "What....where..... how?"

"Are you okay?"

"No I......who are you?"

"I'm sure you have tons of questions, and we'll do our best to answer them all. But for now rest. You've been in that book for a while now."

"In a book.....so it wasn't all a dream?" she whispered as the door shut behind the group.

Hona looked around, on the desk of the room was the journal, and a satchel....her satchel. I remember I was wearing it when he stormed in... She reached inside and there, right where she left them, were Ednik's two seals. Breathing a sigh of relief, Hona lied back down on the bed provided for her, Ednik's seals in one hand and the other clutching the journal.

"I'm free" were her last words before sleep claimed her.

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It's been weeks now since I've woken. From what those that woke me have been able to figure out, I've been in the book for approximately 1000 years, given that they themselves jumped planets. Perhaps Rorè had some idea that things would happen this way and get me back.....The planet at least seems to be my home.

These people have at least heard of Passen, and were able to get me in contact with two individuals that have first hand knowledge of the city. From what we've been able to gather I've been off of Lesiaed, now called Delesia, for about 6,000 years.......SIX THOUSAND YEARS. By the gods. The things that I've learned....the entire planet has changed......

Guild Master, I don't know how much time has passed in Banar-Kniting, I don't know if the Guild is still around, or whose leading it, if you get this message. I'm alive. Are you there?!?

Please tell me those dreams of the city being lost weren't true, please, please let them just be dreams. Please, Banar-Kniting please be safe.

They've taken me to what is left of the city of Passen. There's a large lake where the center of the city once was, and everything else is in ruins. Large vines grow over some of the walls, towers once teaming with magic and life, broken, crumbled...And the trees seem to have some, chaotic energy to them. The catfolk Ink, claims he's not responsible. I still can't get over how much he looks like Orym and Bast. He's apparently Orym's grandson, the embodiment of Chaos.....Guild Master there's so much I want.....I need to share with you.....

by MandoMc Desgins

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by MandoMc Desgins

I see the the stones of a place I once called home.

Could it be that I could return?

How long has it been there? How much has changed.......will anyone know who I am?

Walking up to them I ran my fingers over their coolness. Thousands of years they've stood, in this format, undestroyed. Could they even be destroyed? Questions and issues for another day. "To return just say the word, and your portal will spring to life" distant memories, words from eons ago....I looked at the portal.

"Banar Kniting"

The portal sprang to life.

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Somewhere, displaced by space and time, the spine of a book, long ago placed on a shelf glowed crimson red, signifying the reawakening of a blood journal that had previously went dark.

The shifting of portals was heard, as a portal long forgotten, known by only a few, moved forward, active. The once dark portals of Banar-Kniting started to reawaken, cartographers returning home as the city, and the planet it was now stationed on seemed to have come to an agreement, the resonance fixed.