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Post by Sadara » Wed Jan 23, 2019 8:38 am

Dear Diary,
My name is Sadara Kareen. I live with my mother, within our home we live peacefully. We've been...in hard times before and its a relief that now we live in peace.
Just a couple years ago my brother, Sendea, began threatening my mother and I with harm. Until I killed him...
I loved my brother dearly...yet I was scared that he was going to kill us.
It all began after our father died in a horrible accident as I was being born, he was traveling to go to the hospital...
I knew being born was my fau...nevermind.

Me and Sendea used to be close. What happened though? When we began training for war, he got good with a Broad Sword and I a Rapier. He would get hyper aggressive with our training and even our at home spars tackling and going hand to hand. Even going as far as to insist that we use the real sword to practice.
I got increasingly torn between him and my training. He would boast all about how he could kill 50 men with his skills in an hour. I'd just shrug him off and tell him that he wishes he could, his replies were always the same, "I could at least cut you down." Then one day we had an argument about me stopping my training, he kept persisting and threatening that he would attack mother, just to see how I would react, if I would fight or sit back and be "just like mother". I begged him to stop and I pleaded that ill continue training...if only he stopped choking mother...

*The rest of the writing has been compromised due to what seem to be tears.*
Time. Some use it to heal, some to help, and others waste it. - {Sadara}
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Post by Sadara » Sat Jan 26, 2019 12:02 am

Dear Diary,
It seems as if within the city many were impressed while some very upset that my brother's death was at the hands of his own. Challenging my own brother to a duel...was risky. My mother begged me not to, she feared that I would be slain. Why didn't I listen to her?
Because...of my ignorance and pride.
I had to prove to not only to my brother, mother, and village...to mainly myself. I've always been shy, quiet, and seen as weak due to my demeanor and stature. I never wanted to hurt my brother, I looked up to him even though he was two years older than me. His attitude...his strength...his reputation...it scared me...yet it was something I aspired to become...
Frankly I didn't know why I tried so hard...as I watched my brother's blood pool around his body, I cried like never before. And while I was never a violent person, It came so naturally...that scared me even more than anything. Afterward as I was being praised by some and jeered by others I told myself...I told myself..
I never wanted it to come to this...

*Dried blood is smeared over the rest of the sentence and begins again*

I learned something...though...
I don't need to follow anyone's footsteps. I make my own.
Yet my every action has consequence, every action.
Time. Some use it to heal, some to help, and others waste it. - {Sadara}
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Post by Sadara » Tue Jan 29, 2019 10:34 pm

Dear Diary,
I can still see that look in his eye. Was it of fear? Or defeat? Humility? My mother would think of the first. I went from her "Little Gem" to her nightmare come to life. She despised me even more so than I did myself.
Gradually I came to terms with my actions. Mother could not. She told me later in the week, "I would have rather he kill me than for you to disgrace our family." I...was devastated.
I never wanted to disappoint my mother in anyway, from a child to my young adult years now...and even more so now.

She never told me the exact reason why she became so distant, I tried time and time again to talk to her...I never got an answer.
Maybe I never will...
And, im ok with that.
Time. Some use it to heal, some to help, and others waste it.
And I don't want to waste any time. I want to help others, teach others, love others...

Yet with time I'll learn to move pass my past. My future is bright and there's so much that I've yet to learn, no need trying to fix my perception of the past or even trying to change the past...
With time my mother will come to terms with my past. And with time ill carry my brother's legacy onward, without seeing him as an enemy.
And with time ill learn to love not just someone else, hopefully myself.
Time. Some use it to heal, some to help, and others waste it. - {Sadara}
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Post by Sadara » Mon Mar 25, 2019 6:04 pm

Dear Diary,
This dream has been wonderful! I don't remember when I entered, I just remember... falling asleep? I'm a Soulmaster however! And I'm so excited to give back to the city and help restore it!
Within this City are so many wonderful Dreamers. I'm afraid though...
There is so much... conflict within this beautiful city, many have miscommunications that seem to escalate. Some though... are just plain. Black and White. I guess that's what makes us people, we all are unique. I wish that everyone respected that.
I have friends though, beautiful friends! And I found love. Something that I never thought I could find...

I'm just scared now, I've entered... things have happened, and now I'm starting to regain some of my memories of... something? I don't...


THE PAGE IS BURNED OFF AT THE ENDS
Time. Some use it to heal, some to help, and others waste it. - {Sadara}
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Post by Sadara » Tue Apr 09, 2019 6:11 pm

Dear Diary,
So... it appears that while within the city the memories I thought I had in my shard... some have been tweaked? I remember clearly... my brother, my mother and well the... WITCH. Yet now theres more details... more things that have been coming in ever since ive started dreaming. Some things are changing in my memory as well.. its... I dont know.
Nathan had a gathering where chaos was being used. The Chaos, it hurt me in a way that... wasnt like a normal pain. The Chaos didnt react in the way that I thought it would to me. I dont know what it really means? Maybe it means that im immune to the chaos? Maybe it means I have a connection to the chaos? Maybe it means that the chaos could... kill me completely? Yet the Chaos has had a strong reaction on my memories.
Ill have to be careful, ill study and research more.
Besides that however I have been putting my diary entries in the archives and I have been enjoying it! Cianne has been helping me greatly and I dearly love her.
Mandus has been in his shard... and... I hope for his return, safely.

*On the other side of the page there appears to be a sketch of a man's face. His eyes are shaded in dark, his hair is long and flows in wiry strands around his face some hair in front of his eyes. His face is scared, with the most noticeable scar down the right side of his his cheek stopping only before his chin. His jawline is strong and angled. His downturned lips are lightly scared with a visible scar that is has been cut down the middle of his lips. His nose also scarred, slightly leans to the left yet not noticeable. He looks onward with determination, mystery, and yet a warmth.*
Time. Some use it to heal, some to help, and others waste it. - {Sadara}
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Post by Sadara » Tue Apr 16, 2019 10:21 pm

Dear Diary,
I've... been having a hard time within the city mostly with myself. This Revenant thing has been so... incredibly confusing.
It all started in Thresh, the Revenant appeared and didnt say a thing as whispers started swarming around the room in the Monastery Hall. "Free Her!" "Kill Her!" so many conflicting messages. Then the Revenant appeared in the Lake of Tears, then in the Palisades in a cell and lastly on Mt. Illapse in the Illapse Keep Ambusade Sanctuary as she then proceeded to tell us that the Lower Palisades has been breached and that her people were imprisoned in the Lower Palisades by the "Knights" before asking us to follow her to the Small Dungeon where some more whispers were heard and a dark voice, I cant seem to remember what it said. The next day we went into the Acropolis as Picco invited us in. The Revenant appeared once again this time telling seemingly trying to free another Revenant. All the while this Darkness was pursuing her. I ran out of the Acropolis to make sure that Mandus was alright as he was elsewhere. I got to him... at the worst time. He was taken away by the Darkness and teleported to the Palisades into a cell, then taken out and thrown out into the Lake of Tears.
Mandus's hands were...
Shortly thereafter Coraal appeared behind him. I later found out that he also as well was teleported into the Palisades into a cell as well, however he was taken out by the Revenant. Coraal seemed... possessed by the Darkness... and I was so...
The Darkness let Coraal go.
The next day The Revenant appeared once again this time in the Palisades Cell Block along with Prisoners. They all seemed to either see the Revenant as a savior or a destroyer, the Revenant then began to collapse them it seemed. Or killing them? After the Prisoners all disappeared there was a sound of.. marching and people being killed. Whispers to "run away" began to be heard, some stayed behind as I was one of them and a Chaotic Vortex began to debilitate us... it was horrible.
The next day... the Echten Knights appeared as before hand the Revenant warned that the Knights were on Illapse... waiting to attack. We ran up there to meet them face to face and instead were met with a closed off Illapse Keep Sanctuary. The battle ensued, the Echten Knight, Guard, and Medic. They were all so very powerful as mid battle we began to become airborne in flight. The Echten disappeared and relocated to the Palisades as the Revenant told us. We all went down where another battle broke out. After the Etchen left however, the Revenant appeared once more and began to answer some questions. She said that there is a Prophecy? She also said that she has had many past lives and that this time was different, she also stated that she has had many roles to play in past lives Savior, Destroyer, and she even helped the Darkness. She then also stated that she was Yissen. After that she then said that we should go down to the Lower Palisades to help the other Yissen.

However, as of today... I spoke with the Echten Guard and Knight. The Guard then proceeded to tell me to return her to them as she was a prisoner no really other explanation just that she was a prisoner and had escaped. And within Four Days they would come, reset and try again if she was not returned. The Darkness also whispered to me, telling me, "I do not wish to harm you. I just want her back. I have been below you for centuries without trouble. Only now have I emerged, to bring her back." The Echten came to me to tell everyone, due to the Darkness telling them to. The Darkness then stated to me, "We give you the rest of the week before we must act."

All of this.. has been. So... stressful
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Post by Sadara » Wed May 08, 2019 6:15 pm

Several sketches are shown in an opened plum diary

A calm woman stands in the middle of the page, surrounded by a flurry of snow. She wears a flowing dress seemingly formed from snowflakes, yet its not see-through. She holds a paintbrush in her right hand on her side, in her other hand her palms are faced up seemingly creating the snow flurries around her. Her eyes are closed as her hair flows around her shoulders gently cascading over them. She seems to have a warm expression on her face as a slight smirk, creases the corners of her mouth. - The Queen of Frost

A woman stands stoically in the middle of the page facing away, staring off into the distance at something. She wears a mask with detailed designs, as her hair that is in a tightened bun pinned together with a sharp blade-like pen. The quills of the pen shape the letter "T". She wears a long robe that is spotless yet something that appears to be a blade is outlined on her thigh through her robe, her hands are together in front of her as if to pray. Through the slits in her mask her eyes are gleaming. They show determination, strength, and a story of pain. - The White Lady

A seductive woman stands in the middle of the page, not wearing her usual attire. She wears a corset that is detailed with tiny spiders, she wears long pants that are sheen and textured. They appear to be made of Horron skin. On her waist is a belt that carries a mask, a large vial, and several keys. In her right hand to her side she holds a bundle of Chakrams, in her left she holds a book that is opened and positioned a foot away from her face. Her black hair flows behind her back as her eyes are focused on book intently reading, she grins playfully. A cloud is sketched in from the bottom of the page, shaded in different layers obscuring the woman's feet. - The Matron

At the bottom of each page is a signature - {S}
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Post by Sadara » Fri May 17, 2019 9:16 am

The plum diary is opened on the ground as a tattered and tear stained page is shown.

Dear Diary,
It's been a while...
A lot has been happening within the dream... and I seem to be... I just...
I need to get something off my chest.
In my shard, I did kill my brother yes... however that was never my blood brother. There are things that are still haunting me, even within the dream. Let me start from the beginning.

I was born from a woman that never loved. Never wanted anything more than to have a child to torture, to make them do what she wanted, and to break. My fa-- the man that I came from was a deceitful man full of secrecy, concealed in a layer of anger and a sexually deviant man... He met that woman out of wedlock, had another family with this woman while he not only had his marriage in the village also several other bastard children strewn throughout the lands. My twin brother and I were born from this woman. Our family lived out in this dark swamp land, in this wooden shack on the lake. At 5 years old me and my brother wore sacks for clothes, hunted for our food with a hand made bow, chopped what dry wood we could. Yet all the while we were... content being secluded. Being secluded... no one can hear your screams.
My-- that WOMAN, I remembered that one day she made us dinner. It wasn't a very productive hunt that week yet the woman pulled some strings and got us dinner for that night. We ate... the man was home this night... yet this night while he sat in his clean linen robes, eating the brown rice and meat, he had finally took his mind off sex to look down at the plate. I never...
I never saw someone's face contort into that of terror, pain, and disgust... He screamed so loud... that I couldn't hear the crickets chirp outside anymore. He looked at the woman with a horror in his eye, as he mouthed, "My children..."

That... grin. The woman's face began shifting, her mouth crawled into a wicked grin that spread from ear to ear. Her eyes sunk into her skull as her black hair started flailing and flying upwards as if it were on fire. Her teeth... grew two inches, her jaw enlarged, her nails grew a sharp five inches. I will never forget... how wide her mouth opened... how she sunk her teeth into his neck. The red blood that soaked my freshly washed socks.
I was frozen. My brother next to me crying and wailing... as I just... sat there watching my father being devoured piece, by piece.
His lips... how they used to tell me to stay quiet.
His hands... how they used to hold me in his undying grasp...
His eyes... how they--
I felt free, finally free... If only for a moment.

My eyes finally wandered down onto what was on the plate, to see what the man saw. A finger with a golden ring that glowed off the light of the candles on the table.
I remember her words that seemed to echo through my head as she glared up at us for a moment with blood splattered across her face and pieces of flesh hanging in between her teeth, she said in hoarse and cold bone chilling tone,
"WONT YOU JOIN ME...?"
Right after... it all goes blank from the rest of that night. The month after she had my brother and I were scared... she'd make us--

During that time... I told myself and my brother that we were leaving we can escape. He ignored me... and as soon as I turned 10, I got the courage to runaway. I tried to bring him... to take him with me...I grabbed him by his bony, broken, blackened hand by accident... I regret... not trying harder.
She found out as soon as my brown and soiled sock had touched the ground on the other side of that door, I saw her... her face pop out from around that dark back room like a groundhog a her eyes burned fire...
I froze.

The page is torn out on the other side of the diary.
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Post by Sadara » Wed May 22, 2019 7:36 pm

A tear stained page that seems to have been torn from a book is loosed from the back of the plum diary that sits on the ground

... why did I stop at the door for that moment? It might've been the memories... the memories of that broken down wooden shack. Though as dark as they may be, my twin brother and I had to rely on each other during those 5 years. And at that moment, I realized that I couldn't even remember his name. Through all the murders, abuse, and black magic... I couldn't even remember his name. Within those few seconds I had a choice to make, stay and protect him or leave and escape the hell that I've had to endure. I realized in that moment that sometimes, you can't make people do something that they don't want to do... I can only do so much begging and pleading to get him to budge. Nothing worked...
So I ran as fast as I could... not even looking back. The woman screamed something out the door, something so ear piercing that it made my ears bleed yet I continued running. While running through the dark and damp woods I cried thinking about the torture. The ways that she would slap me across my face, leaving welts of her long nails across my cheek. The induced vomiting on regular basis whenever she would force us to drink one of her potions. The blood libels she forced us to watch and partake in after kidnapping another one of the Man's bastard children. The faces of those children... I will never forget their screams...
The smell of the dank swamp refreshed me. It was much better than the smells of boiling blood, bile--

Through the ever passing derelict woods, I kept envisioning the face of a demon that always seemed to be in my nightmares. It was this... ape-like demon... sitting on my chest, just staring at me with these big eyes the size of lemons and the color of a pitch black soul piercing gaze. I remember telling my brother who was avid in reading, he had told me before that demon was an Incubus. He then just never spoke of it again, even after I had asked him many times what that Demon was supposed to be... he never told me. I do know years later... and I finally found out what that woman's purpose was, a Witch who wanted to create more witches... and how she wanted to do that was cast a spell on me... my nightmares were not coincidental they... were actually happening.

After randomly running through the woods for what seemed like days, I had reached an opening in the woods, a small village. The sun pierced through the rest of the little bit of woods as I walked closer toward the village. I had never seen the sun like that in such a bright and hot ray. As I got to close to village this woman that I could barely make out as I was blinded and my eyes were squinted almost to a close. That wonderful woman, my adoptive mother, ran up to me wrapping a blanket, a hand woven wool blanket around me. Behind her I saw in the window the silhouette of a tall boy. That boy was Sendea. My new adoptive mother, looked at me with the most worried expression I've ever seen on a person, she kept asking me was I alright, was I hurt... my attire was worrisome. My hair was matted with blood, dirt, and loose leaves. I wore a burlap sack that was stained with splattered dried blood, streaks of ashes, and torn holes from wear. On my feet were the same socks... brown with caked on mud, excrement and dead leaves. My face I don't know... I must've looked... scary...
My adoptive mother took me into her house as she cleaned me with soap that smelled like honeysuckle, clothed me with a soft cotton dress, and fed me a vegetable soup that was the best I'd ever had.
As I sat there at her feet as she combed through my hair, I thought back to what that Witch screamed at me...
Something that I never gave any attention to...
Something that frightened me even thinking of what it could mean...
Something that makes me scared of myself...
"YOU WILL TURN."
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S A D A R A: Creation and Destruction

Post by Sadara » Fri May 31, 2019 10:52 am

Dear Diary,
Sometimes, whenever I dream I have days that I contemplate creation and destruction, something that I have asked myself when I wake and spent days trying to find the balance in duality. What does Duality mean really? The opposite of something, most noticeable Good and Evil. What of Creating and Destroying something?

It was quite a heavy question I tasked myself, as I knew the benefits of creation. I can create anything really, a birdhouse, creating a nice meal, creating a painting. Though what are the benefits of Destruction? Natural disasters, accidents, my own rage... Creation is something beautiful, Destruction though can also be seen as something beautiful. Creating takes time and effort, as a book also takes time to go through drafts. Destruction takes mere seconds and can be painful, though in some cases it doesn't. When creating and destroying past drafts in the writing process, your refining and making something better with that destruction! Refinement, is the balance of Creation and Destruction, creating something that has value, then destroying, and rebuilding to make something more valuable. Its very similar to a restoration of old rusted swords I've seen at the Smithery. I usually see them breaking away the old wooden handles, or reshaping the sword entirely. Its, kinda similar to Good and Evil... sometimes some evil people can be refined into a good person with the needed help... sometimes that is. Realizing such, it gave me a deeper appreciation for creation and destruction, such wonderful gifts.

As I had came to that conclusion after possibly many weeks of thinking, and sitting in Mother's chair watching Sendea trying to build together a chair that had broken after my own destructive habits of standing on things. I was trying to reach the upper shelf of the bookcase. Sitting there as well I thought, "Its so nice to finally have a family." I remember having turned 13 and Mother had gotten me a lovely short sleeve purple dress. It was dyed the prettiest shade of violet, like the color of amethyst. The same color I remember of Mother's robes. I loved that dress dearly, as it reminded me of Mother and it was soft, better yet it was also my favorite color! Sendea was 15 at the time and he was so... jealous of my dress. He was given a chore by Mother to clean the floors. So he decided to... use my dress to wash the floors with, all the while I was out helping Mother with errands. I was so upset. My dress had been permanently stained with dust, grime and dirt.

Though as I started thinking about Refinement, I felt better. I took the dress and made it into a nice vest for me to where over my other dresses on the way to school. I could barely get out the stain on the back of the dress to make it presentable, yet it was nice symbol on the back as a reminder. Sendea had gotten himself in the barn for the night for that stunt. And a harsh discussion from Mother, that I could barely tuned out as I was sewing the vest together. Sendea the next morning came into my room and apologized giving me a lovely flower from the garden as a piece offering. He even saw my vest the next week and complimented me on my sewing skills, having me then sew him some new pants for school!

I... miss him sometimes..

At the bottom a nicely written signature in purple stands out from the black ink of the journal entry. -{S}
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Post by Sadara » Tue Jun 11, 2019 6:18 pm

On the ground lays a plum diary, as its opened to a page.

Dear Diary,

There are some days like these that I go back and think about my time within my Mother's home. What it felt like to be loved for the first time, what if felt like to actually have a safe home, what it felt like to finally be a child again. It took some time to readjust. Instead of hunting around for food, we go to the marketplace to buy food. Instead of reading books on Cryptozoology, life and social sciences, and ancient ruins; I went to school and had a schedule, a teacher, and other students to interact with.
I had chores, an allowance, and was taught how to be independent. It was such a change from everything I had knew from before, yet I had enjoyed it so much! My mother taught me so much, its on days like theses that I remember sitting at her feet, while she brushed my hair and told me stories of the village. She told me of her family history, how her grandfather founded the village years ago, her father was such a hardworking fellow and how all of her 12 siblings went around to other places, exploring and adventuring. She was the odd ball out and wanted to start a family. From her stories and experiences, I cherished her more and more. I finally began seeing my adoptive mother as my own.

There were however some bad days. Sendea was not as accustomed to my stay as he always wanted to be the center of attention, getting into fights outside of the house, breaking things around the house, skipping school. I really cant blame him, as I just appeared and all of the attention that he had from Mother was now on me. After a while we finally saw eye to eye eventually, it took some time though... Yet all the while I never let up loving him, he was my brother... and always will be.

All the while of settling in to my new home I gained more and more insight to who I was as a person, while little things rang in the back of my head... When I was 13 I went through a phase of adventuring that seemed to never go away. Stories my Mother told me of my Aunts and Uncles gave me so much joy and curiosity as to what was outside. For the longest before I saw the outside as a place of unrelenting pain, yet sometimes with another pair of eyes you gain a new outlook on things around you. I remember this one time when I traveled up the path of the village north toward these barren ruins I was told about within a story from Mother, "The walls of an overthrown castle, Castle Eurea, the walls crumbled around the castle so quickly it was as if was made of sand." Of course in reality to that story, I saw the broken down walls of the Castle still blackened from fires that were set around the walls to draw the guards. As I walked up the path toward the castle loose arrows were still strewn about within the overgrown grass. Some torched and some sharpened so precisely that they still gave off a glistening sheen from the sun hitting them. As I entered the archway of the walls where the gates had been blown to shreds from what looked like powerful flaming catapults, I was suddenly grabbed on my arm by Sendea.

I thought I would get in trouble, severely in trouble, even have to sleep in the barn or have to clean the house for the next two weeks. Though as Sendea tattled on me, I stood there looking down at the ground contemplating what Mother would think. She tilted my head up from my chin, and looked into my eyes as she walked over into her room and called me in. I didn't expect what would happen next. She closed the door and told me to sit on the bed as she went over to her night side table and opened up a drawer. She pulled out a small black box that contained letters and many strewn documents, after taking out the letters she sighed as she took out a small golden locket. It was heart-shaped. She told me to come over and carefully put the necklace on me. She then told me of her sister... that story...

The page at the bottom seems to have been torn off. Yet there is a small signature in plum that seems to have bled through from the other side. -{S}
Time. Some use it to heal, some to help, and others waste it. - {Sadara}
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