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Chapter Five
[The writing of this entry is an untidy scrawl, as if the writer was writing with his left hand, due to his right arm being broken by an insane warlord ( Read more... ) -
Chapter Four
It took me all night but I have finally pried myself away from that party. But even free from that revelry, I passed few establishments that didn't have some kind of merry-making going on.
I could have sworn Obon ended already. Perhaps I should go back to that tavern. Merely to make sure I'm not confused about the date, of course. -
Chapter Three
Life as a wanderer, while relaxing, is not very profitable. As such I seem to be running low on funds, and the subject of my next meal lies heavily on my mind ( Read more... ) -
Chapter two
It's frustrating, watching the world once again descend into madness and war. So many lives will be ended for the prize of a fancy chair. I want no part of this war.
[Private unhackable]
But how long will I be able to remain neutral? I swore I would never go back to those days, yet it seems they are coming back to me. -
Chapter one
I found this journal this morning, someone had apparently dropped it. There's no name or entries in it and there was no one around, so I suppose it's mine now. Perhaps what I need right now is a place to organize my thoughts. Yes, that seems like a good idea ( Read more... )