I swear I haven't forgotten about this
So I remembered thatI was supposed to be writing a series today. So here is the next entry. Some actual action takes place now, which made me happy. I can't seem to write things without a bit of horror in it.
Dear Diary,
What in the name of Sol is going on in this village? But wait, I'm getting ahead of myself. Sorry, I just need to calm down a bit, there must be a rational explanation for everything that's going on. There just has to be.
So I went to the party, in the end I decided upon that red embroidered dress that I made last year for Winter Solstice. Everyone else was dressed to the nines. I felt a bit underdressed, even though I was wearing my best dress. It's times like these that remind me of how badly I was off in my old village.
Everything went well for a while. We talked and drinks were distributed and there was the most lovely violin quartet. Then things started turning weird.
The mayor of the village stood up once drinks were distributed and thanked us for coming. Then he started saying things in a funny language I can't place. It gave me a squirmy feeling in my stomache to listen to the hissing speech though. I assume that it was just the fruit I ate off a tree this morning. I should know better than to eat strange fruits by now.
Forgive me diary for trailing off. It's just...It just makes me uncomfortable to write about what happened there. It must have been the drink, I knew I shouldn't have drank so much.
The mayor then raised his goblet in a toast and went into a tounge I could understand. He said that they should drink to their guest. They all raised their glasses and said ,"Cheers." and raised the glasses to their lips. I followed. It probably was my mind, but I swear all of them stared at me terribly intently as I took a drink. I probably fell asleep at this point for there is no other way to explain what came next.
More of those funny words followed, but it was like a bastardized language now. I could understand a word now and then. I remember hearing "Blood Brothers and Sisters" and "Nearing Redemption". Then with a word..."Soggoth" they all turned to me, but it wasn't like their normal faces that looked at me.
Let me explain, by no means am I insane but I-I saw blood dripping from the ceiling. Their faces seemed waxen, like masks and slowly their faces fell off revealing masses of tentacles and eyes and Sol knows what else. They surrounded me in a circle. I couldn't get away. They asked me to join them, to free myself of this mortal body.
I don't rightly know what happened after that because I woke up in my bed and the noon sun was shining on me the next thing I knew. My tounge feels swollen. I apologize for my handwriting, the fear still grips me a bit. The dream seemed so real. But that's all it was, a dream.
Still alive,
Ireth Oronar
Dear Diary,
What in the name of Sol is going on in this village? But wait, I'm getting ahead of myself. Sorry, I just need to calm down a bit, there must be a rational explanation for everything that's going on. There just has to be.
So I went to the party, in the end I decided upon that red embroidered dress that I made last year for Winter Solstice. Everyone else was dressed to the nines. I felt a bit underdressed, even though I was wearing my best dress. It's times like these that remind me of how badly I was off in my old village.
Everything went well for a while. We talked and drinks were distributed and there was the most lovely violin quartet. Then things started turning weird.
The mayor of the village stood up once drinks were distributed and thanked us for coming. Then he started saying things in a funny language I can't place. It gave me a squirmy feeling in my stomache to listen to the hissing speech though. I assume that it was just the fruit I ate off a tree this morning. I should know better than to eat strange fruits by now.
Forgive me diary for trailing off. It's just...It just makes me uncomfortable to write about what happened there. It must have been the drink, I knew I shouldn't have drank so much.
The mayor then raised his goblet in a toast and went into a tounge I could understand. He said that they should drink to their guest. They all raised their glasses and said ,"Cheers." and raised the glasses to their lips. I followed. It probably was my mind, but I swear all of them stared at me terribly intently as I took a drink. I probably fell asleep at this point for there is no other way to explain what came next.
More of those funny words followed, but it was like a bastardized language now. I could understand a word now and then. I remember hearing "Blood Brothers and Sisters" and "Nearing Redemption". Then with a word..."Soggoth" they all turned to me, but it wasn't like their normal faces that looked at me.
Let me explain, by no means am I insane but I-I saw blood dripping from the ceiling. Their faces seemed waxen, like masks and slowly their faces fell off revealing masses of tentacles and eyes and Sol knows what else. They surrounded me in a circle. I couldn't get away. They asked me to join them, to free myself of this mortal body.
I don't rightly know what happened after that because I woke up in my bed and the noon sun was shining on me the next thing I knew. My tounge feels swollen. I apologize for my handwriting, the fear still grips me a bit. The dream seemed so real. But that's all it was, a dream.
Still alive,
Ireth Oronar