Okay. I admit. I didn’t see that coming.
Bet you’re looking at the dates on the journal page. Bet you’re noticing how I haven’t written anything in a while.
Well there was a reason for that. Was. Key word. Meaning the reason does exist anymore, thus the writing. More on that later.
I stopped writing because-
Wait, let me back up. I had changed my journal to fit the style of Lorimor’s. Detailing the subject matter of this haunting.
Except to, you know, include HELPFUL details. Any details really. So if anyone was to stumble upon it after my unfortunate, yet inevitable, end they wouldn’t be at the vast disadvantage I we were. So that after we pass the next stupid fools heroes could know exactly what they were getting into.
Things were looking pretty damn bleak. From Litches and fire, to Haunts and horrors… Well, it looked pretty damn grim. We’d only taken out one of the five main
bastards badies spirits… (the ones from that childrens’ song, if we’re using our cognitive ability.) and we hadn’t been doing well. At all. It was looking like this journal was going to serve a real purpose. You know, since we were all going to die.
Then we learned more from Vesserina
however you spell her name, Splatter douche never finished writing it that the worst ass hole spirit wasn’t just going to take the Prison. He was more ambitious than that. He was going to take the town. Probably more. Fuck all, right? So there wasn’t much of a point in keeping a journal for the future heroes if everyone and everything was fucked doomed.
Wait a second. Shit. This is why I shouldn’t have stopped writing as I went. I haven’t said who Vesserina
was is was. Whatever. She was the warden’s wife. And also a lingering spirit protecting the prison. A helpful zombie undead spirit person. She seemed nice. I bet the guards didn’t have a problem following her. Anyway, she told us a lot about the happenings of the prison. Like how the Whispering Way came in and stole her husband’s soul through some sort of horrible ritual.
Minor foot note really. I’m sure that’ll never come up again. The Way isn’t
my our problem. Right? Anyway, where the hell was I?
Right. We were all going to die, so what was the point of detailing everything in here? Oh. Because maybe this could be a novel of triumph instead of a dead man’s advice.
Did it hit you yet? Have you realized why I’m writing in here again?
You’d have to be dumber than the Red Knight to not have gotten it by now
We did it. We took on and beat all five.
((SKIP TO THE ‘ANYWAY’ THIS IS POINTLESS RAMBLE))
Like actually holy shit. I don’t even know what to do with myself. Everyone survived. Everyone. No one died.
Except Nanya, but she comes back so that hardly counts We all. We did it.
It was hard as
fuck beating your head against a wall trying to make a tunnel to the other side, but we managed some how. Things had seemed pretty hopeless. I’d lost faith several times over but… well. Here we are. And thank each god in existance for that, because I really don’t know how my companions would have handled anything less than a flawless victory. I don’t think any of them could have handled a death. Like I could? Yeah, right. Sevda especially. Zaren definitely couldn’t. Mollileen. She… Despite the victory I am still worried about her.
She… she’s eighteen. I thought she was thirteen. Tops. But something happened and… is was like she was a completely different person. Older. Wiser. More jaded. Perhaps bitter. Someone who had been around the block a couple times. The dark roads. Honestly I was more than a little shocked, considering how she normally acts. But… I think… something tells me that’s how she should be. Kind of. Like these are two extremes of the same person, not the happy middle she’s suppose to be. I don’t know. But I want her to… I think she’s…
She isn’t okay. But she doesn’t want to show that. And… I don’t know how to convince her that it’s okay to not be okay. Hell, none of use were okay. Are okay. Even though we’ve won, it’s pretty clear that we all have issues.
Except for the Red Knight apparently. But that’s probably for the better. We need someone who still has a positive outlook on life. Fucked up issues a therapist would love to get their hands on.
Anyway I- wait Shit. I wasn’t using this as a personal shit That was a lot of personal information. None of that needed to be in here.
Fuck, I don’t want to tear the pages out and rewrite this shit. Fuck it
Mission complete. Prison no longer haunted. Town saved.
and the world will never know Now we just have to baby sit Kendra and return some books. Easy. I’ll probably give details of the books in the next entry. It’s getting late and I’m finding it difficult to keep writing. Especially since I keep rambling about things that don’t Right.
One more thing of note. Even though I really don’t want anything to do with the Way, but it seems that they’re… up to some bad shit. They are trying to release The Whispering Tyrant. That doesn’t sound good. I need to look up the name Tar Bapfon
I can’t remember where I found that, but it’s the Tyrant’s name
Anyway. That’s all. I think.