[OOC] The Ledger from which these pages come will never be found. Lost to time or the elements; what is written is also lost and never to be discovered.
What the past does reveal, however, is the journey of man versus nature, man versus man, and man versus the beast. Some might suggest that two of these things go hand in hand. But nature, though cruel, is not so evil as to unleash something so cursed and monstrous that it would overcome the very soul of a living being as this creature does.
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[The Lost Ledger - Entry 1]
A collection of thoughts written on poor man's paper. There is no year dated.
The handwriting is juvenile and barely legible.
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AUGUSTWhat the past does reveal, however, is the journey of man versus nature, man versus man, and man versus the beast. Some might suggest that two of these things go hand in hand. But nature, though cruel, is not so evil as to unleash something so cursed and monstrous that it would overcome the very soul of a living being as this creature does.
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[The Lost Ledger - Entry 1]
A collection of thoughts written on poor man's paper. There is no year dated.
The handwriting is juvenile and barely legible.
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Gammalstan feels so much bigger these days. Before it was such a familiar place. I know the streets that we would usually take the barrow and cart down. Now I can hardly tell left from right as soon as I go past the market square.
It feels strange to be here without Mother and Father. But what's stranger is that my shadow feels full of them, like they're in it. By the good graces of the Gods, they're resting peacefully in the halls where great bounties and rewards await them both. Mother and Father were good people. They honored the Gods all the time. I'm sure the Gods know that.
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The Halseth family has let me stay with them. I don't think they believed me when I told them Mother and Father are gone forever, lost in that valley. They keep looking at the front gates, by the road, and must be waiting for both to arrive and take me away. Two nights here and I know they're not coming back. Two nights ago I knew they weren't coming back. What I don't know is how I got here.
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It was still dark in the forest between Gammalstan and home. How did I walk all the way to the border of the town at night? Our flame burned out with the storm blowing in as quickly as it did. No matter how much I try to remember how I got here, I can't see it in my mind.
Eskil says I must have walked in my sleep, made it halfway, and fallen asleep in a field so snow could pile on me and turn my hair white. He says snow will do that sometimes, especially for those who survive the worst of its forces. He doesn't know what it took to even get here, or at least what helped me get here, somehow. When I woke up outside the city, I still wore blood. None of it was mine. My clothes were torn, wet, and dirty. They're clean now. But I don't want to wear them anymore.
I bathed three times that day. I bathe twice a day still. When Johanna helps me wash my hair I wonder if scrubbing my hair long enough will make the snow color get out of it. She said she didn't want to wash too hard, afraid she'd hurt me. I told her I'd do it, but nothing changed. I thought I saw the brown color before, but it wasn't really there. Johanna said I still look beautiful. Johanna is a nice woman. Eskil's a nice man, too. They make it feel welcoming here.
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No matter how nice they are, I can hardly sleep. When I close my eyes, I see eyes on the trees that were in that field. They were there, I'm sure of it. The eyes of the Gods. They saw me. They saw me do it. I think they're watching me still. They won't let me sleep until I ask for forgiveness one hundred times. That must be it. My dreams aren't safe until I ask for forgiveness. It must be what they want.
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I feel sick again. My skin is itching. Eskil says it's from the snow. He says the snow can go so deep it goes through the skin like needles. This isn't like needles. It feels like bugs walking, really fast. It hurts. It really hurts. Gods, forgive me, please. Please forgive me.
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[OOC] This Player Story will consist of several entries beyond this point. Stay tuned!
It feels strange to be here without Mother and Father. But what's stranger is that my shadow feels full of them, like they're in it. By the good graces of the Gods, they're resting peacefully in the halls where great bounties and rewards await them both. Mother and Father were good people. They honored the Gods all the time. I'm sure the Gods know that.
-
The Halseth family has let me stay with them. I don't think they believed me when I told them Mother and Father are gone forever, lost in that valley. They keep looking at the front gates, by the road, and must be waiting for both to arrive and take me away. Two nights here and I know they're not coming back. Two nights ago I knew they weren't coming back. What I don't know is how I got here.
-
It was still dark in the forest between Gammalstan and home. How did I walk all the way to the border of the town at night? Our flame burned out with the storm blowing in as quickly as it did. No matter how much I try to remember how I got here, I can't see it in my mind.
Eskil says I must have walked in my sleep, made it halfway, and fallen asleep in a field so snow could pile on me and turn my hair white. He says snow will do that sometimes, especially for those who survive the worst of its forces. He doesn't know what it took to even get here, or at least what helped me get here, somehow. When I woke up outside the city, I still wore blood. None of it was mine. My clothes were torn, wet, and dirty. They're clean now. But I don't want to wear them anymore.
I bathed three times that day. I bathe twice a day still. When Johanna helps me wash my hair I wonder if scrubbing my hair long enough will make the snow color get out of it. She said she didn't want to wash too hard, afraid she'd hurt me. I told her I'd do it, but nothing changed. I thought I saw the brown color before, but it wasn't really there. Johanna said I still look beautiful. Johanna is a nice woman. Eskil's a nice man, too. They make it feel welcoming here.
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No matter how nice they are, I can hardly sleep. When I close my eyes, I see eyes on the trees that were in that field. They were there, I'm sure of it. The eyes of the Gods. They saw me. They saw me do it. I think they're watching me still. They won't let me sleep until I ask for forgiveness one hundred times. That must be it. My dreams aren't safe until I ask for forgiveness. It must be what they want.
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I feel sick again. My skin is itching. Eskil says it's from the snow. He says the snow can go so deep it goes through the skin like needles. This isn't like needles. It feels like bugs walking, really fast. It hurts. It really hurts. Gods, forgive me, please. Please forgive me.
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[OOC] This Player Story will consist of several entries beyond this point. Stay tuned!
