The Shredded Journal

The Party found pages of a journal in the ruined watch tower to the south of the plain of soot. It had been shredded by somebody or something, and had been set on fire. These fragments were all they could recover that were legible…

(In no particular order…just ‘as found’)

…so tired, and my arms were aching. I needed to fly further, but the charm is losing it’s efficiency.; damn thing nearly failed on me before I could find a safe place to land. The Hippogryph form started to waver, and it took all the willpower I had to hold out. Z warned me about overusing it, but how else can I continue to evade my relentless stalker?

…Woke up late, and still aching. The charm hasn’t recharged enough to use today, and I am in no fit state to trudge to the south coast. I will have to take the risk of staying in one place for more than one day in order to go further next time. How long has it been now since I was last able to truly relax? Ten, twelve years? Damn Z and his curiosity; “This time we’re close, Morgan. Think of the riches, Morgan.” The only thing that came out of that black pit was Trouble.

…I have stayed here too long. Last night, it appeared in my dreams. The twisted face that once belonged to Carleon leering at me; “Morgan, Morgan, I’m coming for you Morgan Stern.” It must be close by to manage a sending like that. I can only hope that the Hippothrope charm will keep me in Hippogryph form long enough this time to reach the Riven Shore. A few days on a boat should give me time to recover my strength. With any luck it will not be able to detect which way I’ve gone over water, and start it’s hunt anew. If only I could find a ship capable of getting through those damnable Ice Islands, then I could flee to some other distant land and it would never find me. Z told me once that other lands must still exist, as the writings in the archivist guild mention…

…Land looks familiar. Sure I’ve been around here before. Was that forest as large last time? Or is it a different forest I’m thinking of. I suppose it’s inevitable that my endless wandering to keep that thing off my back would bring me back to places I’ve been before. Just hope I don’t run into anybody who remembers me from last time, or they might just recall me being the herald of destruction that the Grinning Man brings. I try hard to avoid populated areas, but sometimes it proves impossible, or else the damn thing detours slightly to inflict pain and suffering on others. Maybe that is what keeps it going? Must…

… Decided to keep a journal of my wanderings, in order to keep myself from going insane. One thing I miss most is company, but how can I subject anybody to this life of endless running? I’m pretty sure that anyone I was to form a relationship with would be damned to torment just as I am now. All I can do is keep moving and hope that the creature never catches up with me…

The Shredded Journal

The longest winter BarryParker