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The log cabin was cold this particular evening. It was empty in these wooden walls; I suppose I should decorate, but I would need more bones and limbs. No matter, the undead don’t care much for interior furnishings. Death and decay are all that become them now. But, immortality is a powerful advantage over the mortals in this world.

I climbed up the rope ladder in my cabin, and its emptiness met me yet again on the balcony. Out of the corner of my eye, I noticed a black book on the ledge. It bore no name or author; I opened it and realized it was an old journal of mine, worn with use and rife with personal notes and logs. I flipped to the most recent passage: it was written in an ink unlike the others, it was a shade of dark crimson. Out of sheer boredom, I read.

Day 23, Season of the 4th Moon
I strode out into the Yew forest today. Despite my encounter with a few ogres and trolls, I found my journey quite … educational. I ventured out near the peninsula to the north and I discovered an encampment of some sort.
Alas, it was empty. Even the massive keep near the water was devoid of life. I opened the metal door with a creak and cleared the wave of dust from my sight.
I saw human bones strewn about the floor, and several human limbs hanging from the musty walls. My stomach churned, but I pressed on.
I climbed up the stairs and left the foyer. A skull was impaled upon the banister pole, sending a foreboding chill down my spine. I saw a shadowy black table across the room, an evil tome rested upon the desk.
I approached with haste, and drew the book into my sight. A skull and demonic symbols were on the cover, and the binding was cold to the touch.
I opened the tome and saw pages of foreign symbols. I flipped to a page which was written in Sosarian letters, but they made no sense.
I read them aloud, faster and faster. I finished the page, and closed the tome on its cover. I looked to my sides, nothing. I turned to leave, and there he was. A dark morbid figure stood before me, dressed in bone.
‘Do you desire immortality, human?’ I nodded in desperate agreement. ‘Then we must prepare your body for the change…’ He grinned as he raised his bloodied spear, plunging it deep into my flesh.
All I saw was grey, and then, darkness.


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		The log cabin was cold this particular evening. It was empty in these wooden walls; I suppose I should decorate, but I would need more bones and limbs. No matter, the undead don’t care much for interior furnishings. Death and decay are all that become them now. But, immortality is a powerful advantage over the mortals in this world. I climbed up the rope ladder in my cabin, and its emptiness met me yet again on the balcony. Out of the corner of my eye, I noticed a black book on the ledge. It bore no name or author; I opened it and realized it was an old journal of mine, worn with use and rife with personal notes and logs. I flipped to the most recent passage: it was written in an ink unlike the others, it was a shade of dark crimson. Out of sheer boredom, I read. Day 23, Season of the 4th Moon I strode out into the Yew forest today. Despite my encounter with a few ogres and trolls, I found my journey quite … educational. I ventured out near the peninsula to the north and I discovered an encampment of some sort. Alas, it was empty. Even the massive keep near the water was devoid of life. I opened the metal door with a creak and cleared the wave of dust from my sight. I saw human bones strewn about the floor, and several human limbs hanging from the musty walls. My stomach churned, but I pressed on. I climbed up the stairs and left the foyer. A skull was impaled upon the banister pole, sending a foreboding chill down my spine. I saw a shadowy black table across the room, an evil tome rested upon the desk. I approached with haste, and drew the book into my sight. A skull and demonic symbols were on the cover, and the binding was cold to the touch. I opened the tome and saw pages of foreign symbols. I flipped to a page which was written in Sosarian letters, but they made no sense. I read them aloud, faster and faster. I finished the page, and closed the tome on its cover. I looked to my sides, nothing. I turned to leave, and there he was. A dark morbid figure stood before me, dressed in bone. ‘Do you desire immortality, human?’ I nodded in desperate agreement. ‘Then we must prepare your body for the change…’ He grinned as he raised his bloodied spear, plunging it deep into my flesh. All I saw was grey, and then, darkness.