Ilaru

Ah, the wailing of babes. Is there any wonder I am going out of my mind unable to think. Sweet and gentle Kríea, I still do not know how she views our relationship. It was never formally so or ever spoken of. She is so unwell she has hardly moved from bed. I forgot what it is like to be woken at all hours by infants. That is the only reason I touch you, you infernal book.

§Author’s note: This story was based on logs of in-game events. Especially the dialogues were taken from logs and screenshots as this bit of RP was perhaps some of the most intense either player had had on those particular characters. In fact, the life of one of the characters was literally laying in the balance of a cointoss behind the scenes. Whether or not they make it out alive is something I will leave for you to discover by reading it.

*Sitting on the large boulder outside the Prancing Pony, Blodwynn carefully balances a bottle of ink beside her.  The bright sun illuminating the diary on her lap as she dips a quill lightly into the bottle, taking great care not to spill a drop of ink.

* Pauses to grin, looking down at the golden ring upon her hand before carrying on

*Even more badly and half-arsedly written than the first page* Tonight I nearly did something I'd regret forevermore, I mean Flannery's a grand lass 'n all, the very picture of my Aela, just goes to show I've still got it in me, eh... still... I love Jenn more than anything in this world, I can't get away from that fact, yet I need to get out o' this stinking sewer, as it happens I can't bring myself to up and leave, but life drags on...

*Opens the book onto the long wooden table, looking up with each opening of the door, shifting uneasily with every sight of someone in black.  Taking some ink to page, she starts to write*

*taking a deep breath, then wincing, she continues*

*Sat on a table in the Pony, Barley munched up the scraps of meat on the dented iron plate.  Giggling at his enthusiasm she lay the journal on the table and opening it at a clean page, she begins to write

*Quickly she grabs the plate before it is nosed off the edge of the table.  Lifting Bareley toward a small bowl of water she continues, looking over her words and frowning before putting ink to paper..