Mei Rean's Diary

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The journal of Mei Rean

My brother is a fool if he thinks that the spells he's given me actually work. I've tried them all and not even a spark of magic occurs. And yet something about these spells calls to me and speaks of honour and glory. I'm tired it has been a long day.

This trinket is of no actual value but might be a good focus for a spell. Drawing of small necklace included here

Fools they are all fools if they think I cannot rule the clan without them. Am I not the most powerful of all our mages.

Oh god what have I done? There is blood on my hands but I don't remember where it came from. There is a sour taste in my mouth. I fear the worst.

The council are condemning me for murdering my brother. Condemned by his own words. Why can I not remember?

My eyes when I look at them are violet now. What can cause such a change? No wonder the guards turn away from me when I talk to them.

These walls are no match for me fools I can not be held here.

Where am I going? I escaped from the clan holding. How many did I kill to make my escape? The mount of Drakes looms above me but I know not how I came here.

What is this symbol for? Why should I shy away from it? Something deep within me fears this. Drawing of symbol in very shaky writing

I see changes in me every day. I can see the ghosts that follow me. Help me! What am I becoming?

I have bespelled this book to record my final battle. My clan, my family, my brother forgive me the terror I have released on this world. I now take it from it.

I am too weak to write but the words will remain for you to see. The Demon, I know his name Liang mian tai de gui ju. We killed him years ago. We fought him, we thought him defeated. We were wrong. His body is buried but his spirit lives on in me. He wants to live again. But I have trapped him now. This necklace keeps him with me. My final breath will signal his doom. The spell on this scroll will hinder him from rising again. I beg of you seal him with me. Do not let him be free again for he will call down his masters on us all. I sit here with a knife in my hand and it is all I can do to aim it towards my heart. He knows what I am doing but he can't control me, I will not let him.

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