Diary of Katrionah

Written by Katrionah

Amongst the treasure, you spot a dog-eared journal splattered in crimson dried blood. You can barely decipher the words from within.

Winter, Deoch 6
12th Moon, 20th Day

I am hoping I might be able to make it to the armory without encountering anyone. Since forming the Runic Terra Society, I have always known this day might come.
I have faith in us Aislings, and I am not afraid to perish... even if it means eternal damnation by Chadul.
My dear friends - Cinaed, Deskar, Drakkarim, Etienne, Kedian, Koret, Twila, Miriamele, Pashura... will you be proud of me?
It hurts me so, just penning your names down... I will etch our memories into my heart...

Spring, Deoch 7
1st Moon, 9th Day

My conjectures are correct. The Dubhaimid are truly incarnations of our emotions.
I am reminded of my writing... if true, everlasting peace were to return to the world, would the Dubhaim be able to survive any long?
If it ever happens... If complete harmony ever reigns again, only then will we know.

Spring, Deoch 7
3rd Moon, 4th Day

Why? Why is Councilor Cyril doing this? Why are the mundanes transforming like that? I cannot make sense of this anymore. Tuantha... Dalas...

Spring, Deoch 0
11th Moon, 16th Day

Now I understand fully. It is for the greater good.
Mundanes need to serve as a deterrent against Aislings. That is the natural order afterall.

The rest of the writings resemble that of a frenzied mad man, trails off and can no longer be deciphered