Oliver Crowley's Second Logbook

[ZeeMan_/Pillzberry 36]

                I am still in this god forsaken Orcish prison, I haven't seen the sun either. I have written up a plan to get out of this hell hole, hopefuly it works. *Ink and blood smudges* I tried the plan and it did not work, this is what happened...

     I walked up to the cell bars and pressed myself against them, waiting for the chance. A guard walks past the cell with no others in sight, I quickly launched my arms out at him and smashed his head against the bars, putting my hands through as far as I can and searching his pockets for the key. Eventually I had found the key and reached around, unlocking the cell and walking out, quickly grabbing the guard's shortsword and hiding behind a wall. I rushed through the halls and stabbed every orc I saw, then at the sight of blood and flesh made me crave the relief of food and I dropped to the floor, cannibalizing the guards I slayed.

    However this mistake made it easy and the guards quickly tackled me and dragged me back to my cell. I can't take this place anymore. I never get to see the outside, the only others I see are armored Orc guards. I can't keep my mind off my lady, Ysmera. I miss her so much. I just hope she stayed loyal and still wishes to be with me after all this time. I can only hope.

    I got tied up earlier, *blood smudges*. They tied me up because I tried to end my life by smashing my head in with bricks, only to find myself getting knocked out and waking up tied to a wall. They eventually did untie me when they thought I was stable enough to be let loose. I now sit in the corner of my cell on the cold, hard and damp stone floor, wishing to get to see the world again. However as the days grow longer and the longer I stay in here, the more I begin to doubt that will ever happen.

   No longer do I think anyone is even looking for me at all. I feel hopeless. I am an experienced soldier of four militaries, I am well known for what I do in the acts of equality. But these labels don't do any good, and I am often hated. That is why I believe no one will find me or try to find me.

     Until I get out, this is my last log.                         

 

                                    -Oliver Alexander Crowley, year (unknown)

((*This logbook would be found near the Cloud Temple*))

[Porko 397]

Evios reads the logbook with interest.

[Travista 1361]

Shreck picks up the book and raises an eyebrow after reading it

"Mi nevur gruked wi hahd ah prizun...."

[Birdwhisperer 1174]

Moved to the Great Library. It shall be sorted into appropriate category shortly.