Af Markev's diary

[Tide1 4535]

 

[!] The pages before this seems to have been ripped out or watered with damage.

 

“Dear diary..”

 

The slums of Haense’s “gem”, the capital - Markev, filled with nothing but silence and the skittering of sorry, starved rats. For there was a woman in this part of town, a woman Af Markev she was and taken after her family she had.

For she had a secret like them all - oh yes she did.

Being Af Markev never was an easy life.

Taught from birth, how Iblees would save all.

Ahahaha, how wrong can one be…?

 

Everywhere i go i see these figures, these symbols on people’s hands, even in their eyes.

I see people relish them, draw them on paper of thin papyrus or engraved in the rocky walls of stone.

Has everyone gone mad?

I sit here writing this diary not knowing where this is going.

But this all has to be my imagination hasn’t it, either that or the world has gone to hell.

That must be it.

 

I spoke to the butcher earlier this morning, but i met him with an expression of terror.

For what the man had flayed was nothing i would eat, let alone dare look at again.

Black sludge of abomination, i dare say i even spotted three eyes.

The man claimed it be a pig, i asked if he had gone mad, there clearly wasn’t a pig laying there.

He questioned me, why would he?

The man clearly wasn’t in his right, i told him to get sleep and left the shop thinking he was a flawed man.

 

It’s been ten hours now, and my conversation with the butcher is still scratching, nagging and crawling at the back of my neck.

Oh it hurts..

It hurts so much to have this question there, why did he not see?

I could see, why not him?

I see.. i see.. i saw, i saw what he could not see.

He must be out of his mind, no reaction to that.

 

Am i the only one still sane?

 

It matters not, i know those whom i hold dear are just as sane as me, they have to be.

 

I made dinner for me and my cousin today, but the taste was off putting.

I think i messed up the amount of spices, and vegetables - for it turned out too thick, i could have sworn i put it in right though. I’ll make sure to watch it more closely next time. I would not want to put that in my mouth again, nor would my cousin i think. Poor boy started coughing, didn’t expect it to stick to his mouth like it did.

Just the thought is making me gag.

 

 

Help me, dear reader.

 

I’ve just awoken from my sleep, and i dare not speak of what was in my dreams - yet i probably will for my tongue will not keep still in my mouth.

It is like a swirling tentacle inside my mouth, it wants to talk.

I was asleep i thought, everything was black and i realised that either i was awake and my eyes were closed, or i was in a dream.

I felt awake and so i opened my eyes, but what my face seldom met was not reality.

My  hand is shaking

as i write these  words.

My chest is pounding, for i saw a beast not unlike the butcher’s claimed soul.

Eyes blinking, and the maws of a black creature so wide it could bite one’s head off with no effort.

It lacked eyes, but what it lacked in eyes it made up of with even more jaws, jagged teeth lining each one.

 

                                                                                                        

 

I was there for what seemed like an eternity?

Is this some form of punishment i have deserved?

The rain is thundering on my roof, against my window. I am happy i paid the heavy fee of having glass windows..

This sound is driving me insane i feel like, the thunder, the rain and the wind.

 

Hours have passed, i still cannot get the sleep i need or even deserve. The sound of rain has warped i tell you!

It’s warped into words, i’ve been hearing it for that long.

“Grroth’Rhlahk, Grroth’Rhlahk, Grroth’Rhlahk Iä Grroth’Rhlahk cf'ayak'vulgtmm, vugtlagln vulgtmm” they whisper and roar to the wind at the same time.

When will  

this  end ?

 

The  rain has   stopped

 And     the  sun came  back.

I’ve gotten no sleep, i am looking in the mirror and i can tell the heavy bags beneath my eyes even in this warped depiction.

I can see behind me, and i keep turning for in the corner of my eye it looks like something reaches for my shoulder.

I believe i even feel it, the cold slimy feeling

creeping down my back

i am not enjoying it

i feel cold and

scared here

just alone

all alone

alone.

 

I am going out again, i’ve no sleep but i have to work.

 

I spoke to the butcher once more.

I have lost all sense of time

I’ve not slept.

I am tired now, everywhere i go, i hear the name “Grroth’Rhlahk”

I tried to keep a conversation going, but he’d always mumble the name, or the phrase.

He’s insane, i am insane.

I need help and i need it quickly, everywhere, i see the eyes, the tentacles.

The slimy tissue one would find on aquatic life, it calls to me.

The ocean, the sea, the void.. i barely know what it is but it calls my name, and it calls his name.

I feel drawn to it,

slowly i’ve come to realise that nobody’s mad,  but im not mad.. or am i? I cannot tell, but i know i seek the truth, and i know it seeks me, i feel drawn to him, i must see him and help him return, Grroth’Rhlahk, Grroth’Rhlahk - my dear oh dear what a twisted devil you are, doing this to ME?

 

Dear reader, i’ve found salvation - a task in life yet i do not understand what it is, i do only feel it.

Is this the curse Af Markev?

To be tainted, twisted beyond one’s sanity?

I do not know for i do not care

 

Grroth’Rhlahk calls,

Grroth’Rhlahk will return.

 

Iä Grroth’Rhlahkr cf'ayak'vulgtmm, vugtlagln vulgtmm

 

-Af Markev

 

[!] The short Diary would be found in a puddle of water. It’s pages stained black by the muck of sludge resting within the liquid - was it even water?

Around the diary a number of weird runes are etched into the soaked wooden floor, a bloodied dagger not far from the circle of runes alien to most.

 

What ungodly actions may have happened within the room is only left up to the imagination.

[Zeldarina 60]

((Such a dope post to read. +1 - Adding character response))

[Tide1 4535]

((I'd prefer in character responses to this post btw! ^-^

Although thanks @Zeldarina ))

[Papa Rock 2400]

Delvin reads through this page or these pages, he raises a brow "This might be.." He said as he took out a piece of paper and lead- he starts to scribble over the paper "Grroth'Rhlahk" He muttered out.  Delvin looked past the book and at the ground- He paused for a moment as he gazes over the marking that was scratched into the wooden floor "What are these?" He said kneeling down beginning to sketch each rune that was there. Delvin looked over to the dagger for a brief moment, he decides to take the dagger. he then pulls out a flask and running it against the sludge to try and collect some samples of it. Delvin one last time looks at the book and flips through some pages seeing that the previous page was removed... "A missing page" he muttered to himself before walking away.

[Zeldarina 60]

North Bellatrix Stow flicks open the soaked book delicately, as to not tear or damage it further. She squints under the dim light, trying to make out the smudged words, ink reaching out across the torn paper with it's faded fingers. After reading over the words she sighs as she discovers the rest of the short book is stained black, unreadable. "Af Markev." The words drip out of her mouth thickly, as she recognizes the dark name. A chill runs through her body as she sets down the book where it first lay, and she gazes around, only now noticing the odd runes sketched into the floor. She cannot read the runes, but her curiosity grips her, so she stays for a few minutes, her vision focused on each symbol, trying to understand something, but alas... she is fruitless in her labors. After hesitation she leaves, reminding herself to bring it up with a Markev when they next meet.

[Jondead 260]

Sighard reads over the lines of the letter with a raised brow "Someone lives?" he says with a glint in his shadowed eyes as he begins to hum a little tune before continuing to read it his eyes shifting arcoss the page "The mad curse runs though are blood alas... let us hope we can break it together.. if you still live, what am I saying you burned on a pyre" he states looking over it once more on every page "wait could it be... no, that would be madness itself!" he cackles as his eyes look at the name "af Markev.... they have to be around still? Perhaps they have seen the light, or sriveled into more darkness then before.?" he says a feeling of dread filling his tranquil mood, as he looks towards the  nights sky, stars dotting the ethernal plain above "perhaps there is a chance to start over? Perhaps some still live, bareing the curse." he says with a faint mad grin as he continues to flip though the pages seeing some missing and watered down "How many? How old is this thing even, and who made it." he swiftly says before moving towards Markev to see this for himself, think, learn, ponder!

[PosidonX7 269]

Toska gazed down at the pages for a moment before the sludge, runes, and blood caught her glowing eyes' attention. She leant down as her large form idly flipped through the pages, scanning them. "Aranzolarrg..." she stated as she gazed over the many depictions of madness. She would have smiled if she could, but her structure didn't quite allow it. Toska closed the diary before speaking to herself once more, "O' hurthan-rud orpalu..." She left the piece in place before returning to her prowl. 

[Viggen92 326]

Virre glared on the pages, shivering, for he had met the lady. He stood like that, frightened, shivering, with only one thought going through his head "Why her?".

After an hour he gathered his confidence enough to pick the pages up, starting to go through them, his hands slightly shaking as he did.

As he was done with the reading he slowly and gently put the pages back into the pond, other thoughts had now found its ways into his head: "That's why she was tired... But o lord, I should've helped her more, I should've been more persistent". He shook his head in regret, thinking little about the  runes.

He sat there for many an hours, just thinking. Thinking about what he could've done and should've done. Later he fell in a worried sleep.

 

Next day he examined the scene again, now taking notice to the runes. He furrowed a brow at the strange text, not understanding a single 'word'. He left the scene, filled with regret, but he had his mind set to only one thing: To find and save Lady Af Markev

[Perkins 167]

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[Gustando 1990]

the blonde man would grab the book, with no hesitation he'd proceed to open the book in curiosity. His arcanic eyes scanning through the pages, only to have his eyes widened. He repeated to himself "Grroth'Rhlahk". Continuing to read the book untill he reached the bit of the book about the butcher, his curiosity only growing bigger. As he quickly closed the book, going to glance at the runes on it. Before tossing the book back to where he found it. Walking away in terror as shivers went down his spine