The Journal Of Will Adelban: (Formerly Will Chapman)

[Coaster 2086]

((Just trying to work on my writing skills I really am not the best with literary language and imagery))

Tolta, 10th of Snow Maiden, 1340

Smoke. Screams. Silence. This is what I wake up to every morning, and it is what I sleep to at night. I sit here and write in this journal, the first of many entries to come. I do this because I know that someday I will be brought to justice for my deeds, and when that day comes, I will meet my maker. Perhaps if I write this log, I can give others insight on what I did, and why. As I continue on my reign of torture and terror, I sometimes wonder to myself; is it really worth it? This revenge that I so desire, is it the right path? No. To think that I was once such good friends with the man I now hunt, it sickens me. Everywhere I go, every crevice, hole, and tree I pass I see him. I can hear someone coming, this druid thinks he can walk along kings road alone. Time to get some work done.

Kamees, 12th of Snows Maiden, 1341

His ghost will stay with me forever, mocking me, flaunting the lack of responsibility and burden in death. I knew since the day that my smartest adviser, my strongest ally, my greatest friend, Davian Thole died, I would never find peace.

Never will I know the love of another.

Never will I trust the word of a friend.

Never will I fight for the cause of another.

Not until he pays.

Pay for turning me into this bloodthirsty monster.

Pay for letting Davians body rot away from the inside.

Bircalin will get what he deserves, he will know what it is like to lose loved ones.

Ithan, 2nd of The First Seed, 1341

If there's one thing that I hate; it's their faces. The agonizing look on that young elf's face as I had him cut open was something I will never forget. A shame, such a damn shame that a being so young, just starting to blossom into a man with his future gleaming over the horizon had to die. I wish the young elf could of at least died a quick and painless death. Unluckily for him, it was "Stool's" turn today, and he was taking a very, very, very long time.Interesting fellow that "Stool" not so smart; like the rest of these bloodthirsty bandits I have surrounded myself with. It really does show how low I've stooped, resorting to criminals as underlings. How I miss the days in which I had good men on my side, willing to risk life and limb out of morals and loyalty. Of course they're all dead now. Redbain, Douglas, Wyrix, young Henry and the rest. Not to mention Davian. I always feel that burning sensation in my heart as I realize that I am the only one left able to carry on the histories of how they lived and died. Well I plan to do so, I will scratch their memories into the history books with a trail of blood and flame.

[Bircalin 332]

( Loving it!)

[Coaster 2086]

Damees, 3rd of The Grand Harvest, 1341

Been a while since I wrote in here. I'm still trying to comprehend what's happened in the past few weeks. I got caught twice, and Bircalin had me twice. He could of ended me right there, avenged the death of so many young elves. He did something that did confused me though, quite obviously I am still alive; making it a bit redundant to say the he let me live on both occasions. Why? Why? Why? I ask this myself every day now. Why the bloody nether did that damn halfling let me go? These thoughts are like little insects, crawling inside my head. This just proves one thing though; that he's weak. This proves it all, that he is too weak to make the hard choices. Just like the pitiful Oren government he works for. I could of had a peaceful life; I even bought a cottage in Winterfell. But the sweet dream of revenge was too strong. My men are scattered, my vision crushed; and that bastard Bircalin left me to wallow in the shame of defeat. Now I see, he left me alive so that I could suffer in the wake of my failure. I'm tired, been walking for days, nowhere to go. Perhaps Alras, it's the only place that I can think of that hasn't outright banished me.

[Coaster 2086]

Itnan, 30th of the Second Seed, 1344

Ever since I was kicked from Winterfell things have gone so well for me. The High King Syrio has allowed by sanctum in Alras from the law, I have met Redbain, whom I thought dead. I have a very large estate in Alras now, thanks to my ill gained gold. I couldn't ask for anything more; I have friends, home, wealth, safety...Yet still, something eludes me, keeps me awake and restless at night. This life of idleness and pleasure is not one for me. I have to DO something! I could always restart my gang...but I swore to myself I wouldn't return to such petty crime again. Of course, I'm sure Bircalin is still hunting me down, but it keeps me on my toes. What to do, what to do!

I toss and turn in frustration thinking of something to keep me occupied. Perhaps...Perhaps I can turn a new leaf, do good to repent for my evils! Albeit everyone else will see it as selfish acts, but I will keep it secret! Yes, I will keep my actions out of the public eye, and help ALL the nations of Aegis, so there can finally be peace. After all, no one can fight if everybody's dead...

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