Journal Entry
Darian won't leave City Hall. I'm not sure what he thinks he's doing--annoying the Council isn't going to do me any favors, and he has more important things he could be doing for them than pretending to keep an eye on me. It's nice that he wants to be here for moral support, but I'd feel a lot more supported if he hadn't brought those things with him. The rotdhizon, and the gazer.
They're just...perversions of Shaping. Useful, yes, and innovative, but monstrous, to the point where their usefulness is outweighed by the horror they inspire in everyone who looks at them. People faint when he takes them out in public. I'd demand that he keep them away from my subjects, but I can't demand anything of him anymore.
And of course, they're products of the canisters...I've never known him without their influence, but I knew him before he became a slave to them, and honestly--perhaps it isn't my place to say, but--I miss that Darian.
But who am I to talk? It wasn't Darian the innocent apprentice who saved us from the Geneforge, it was Darian the mercenary, under the influence of such a volume of illegal substance that he glows like a lightning bug and flies into irrational, violent rages at the slightest provocation. I have no right to complain. We'd all be dead without him.
All the same. I wish he'd keep those damn things penned up out back. They're dripping acid holes in my floors.
They're just...perversions of Shaping. Useful, yes, and innovative, but monstrous, to the point where their usefulness is outweighed by the horror they inspire in everyone who looks at them. People faint when he takes them out in public. I'd demand that he keep them away from my subjects, but I can't demand anything of him anymore.
And of course, they're products of the canisters...I've never known him without their influence, but I knew him before he became a slave to them, and honestly--perhaps it isn't my place to say, but--I miss that Darian.
But who am I to talk? It wasn't Darian the innocent apprentice who saved us from the Geneforge, it was Darian the mercenary, under the influence of such a volume of illegal substance that he glows like a lightning bug and flies into irrational, violent rages at the slightest provocation. I have no right to complain. We'd all be dead without him.
All the same. I wish he'd keep those damn things penned up out back. They're dripping acid holes in my floors.