Morrigan's Journal

OOC: This is Mòrgan Sawyer's Journal. The entries are listed from newest to oldest, and all information is OOC only. Metagaming will not be accepted.

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May 23rd Something strange happened today.

I got a letter, calling me to Darkshire. Perhaps it was stupid of me, but I could not resist going. Something told me I would benefit from going - almost as if the shadows themselves told me this. At the inn, waiting for me, was a male. A disgusting, riddle-tongued male who believed himself to be the center of the universe. I was about to leave, but my curiousity kept me. This man - he offered me something. He made it sound like I had been looking for this, and perhaps he was right.

Shadows. Maybe this is what I have been looking for all along. I listened to him, and he took me to the Beggar's haunt, and marked me.

This mark won't fade. I'm worried, a little afraid, of what I might have gotten myself into. But at the same time, I want to see more. Learn, and become powerful.

That male is wrong if he believes he can order me around, however. He is only a male - worthless. Like a worm. I am above him.

I'll use him to become stronger.

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May 22nd.

Anette. I thought of her today - for the first time in a while. I remember her hair, it was so soft. Much softer than mine. And her eyes. I can only remember what they looked like when she was afraid, though.

Anette, why did you run? I wouldn't have chased you if you hadn't run. I wouldn't have chased you if you hadn't lied to me. You said you loved me - and then you took it back? You made me do it, it's all your fault, beautiful, beautiful Anette.

But, it's all all right now. I always keep you close to me.

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I was robbed today. At least I think I was... The last thing I remember was standing by the statue in the Old Town. I woke up hours later, with everything I own gone.

I can't stand this city. I can't stand the fact that petty thugs can overpower me.

I have heard strange rumours. I will keep my eyes open.