The Cinnabar Journal
 Volume 1

Compilatory Notes: Just a couple of ground rules.  In the creation of this volume, I retained the wording of the original documents in the interest of accuracy.  Acts and statements (perhaps) wrongly considered valid opinion or prudent behaviour at the time may change over the course of the journal.  In many ways, ( Read more... )

Here is a sketch of Feniver from my Cinnabar Journal, begun shortly after my rescue from the Rocks:


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Much of my time in Cinnabar has been spent in the large and luxurious libraries while I regained my strength.  During this time, I've seen fit to compose a hand-drawn map, which I hope shall both make any possible future adventures more comprehensible.  Though, I suppose it shall end up at home, seeing as Feniver's expedition is set for less than a ( Read more... )

I have decided I will hazard this expedition Feniver suggested, on one condition.  I wish to select and vet each of the students on the roster personally, with Feniver's assistance.  Her knowledge of her students would be invaluable over the course of the interviews, and I would need to determine each applicant's connection with Nachtembourgian ( Read more... )

The innate curiosity of Cinnabar's culture made their eager questioning about myself seem reasonable.  I played my cards close to my chest at first, but over the course of months and the improvement of my Cinnabar language, I began to let loose some bits of information about myself and my origins.  This was, of course, before I was well enough to ( Read more... )

I'm beginning to think nothing has been accidental.  Though the pattern at first had seemed to be one of secrecy on the part of my benefactors at the University and certain unknown agents in the Nachtembourgian government being alternately foiled by each other, I'm starting to sense that each of these persons in my life had been pawns in a chess ( Read more... )

Here in Cinnabar, I am given all the pleasures of the senses that a man could desire, and many more are available besides--for senses only Cinnabar seem to indulge.  They are a great people, and their culture is one of magnificent beauty.  When my escape led me here, I could not believe my luck.  It seemed as if I had been granted some great boon ( Read more... )

This morning, I awoke and realized five years had passed since that fateful night in the skies.  In the time of my recuperation among the Cinnabar, I had all but lost track of the passage of the years.  There were days, yes, as there were nights, just as in Nachtembourg.  But their turnings meant little in the endless wonderment of Cinnabar ( Read more... )

It is midnight, and I have awoken from a shallow sleep.  The clanging of the watch-bells on deck, though nearly inaudible, were enough to rouse me, and I have been unable to return to rest.  As such, I shall write, and hope I am able to sleep again soon ( Read more... )

In the morning, I shared break-fast with my companion Kunibert, who had doffed his former severe black uniform in favour of the burgundy and green of a Hauptstadtian city guardsman.   We expressed a mutual regret at our iminent parting, having grown rather fond of one another during our brief tenure as traveling companions ( Read more... )