[PROPERTY OF THE BRONZE LEGION, IF FOUND PLEASE RETURN TO SIR SPARTACUS AT MOUNT ORTHYS]
DAY 1
First day of using a journal, got told by Caessenia that it’d be a good idea to have a place to write down my thoughts. Among these thoughts are “I FUCKING HATE PAPERWORK”. I swear, ever since Feremius left all I’ve been doing is signing off stupid papers in this stupid office for the stupidest things. Dad told me never to get into politics, and now I see why.
DAY 2
Saw some fire in the sky when I woke up this morning, probably Feremius’s flares trying to lure the Atlanteans away. I went down to the caverns to observe the defenses being built there, nice change of pace from signing stupid documents.
DAY 4
Spent all of yesterday in my office again, had to resolve some stupid land dispute. WHY WOULD YOU ARGUE OVER LAND? WE HAVE MORE THAN WE NEED ALREADY! BESIDES THE WORLD IS ENDING! God, why do people have to be so dumb. Currently writing this by the sea enterance to the Caverns. It’s nice smelling the ocean after being stuck in that office for so lo-
fuck, what was that?
I’ll finish this entry later.
DAY 9
Spent the last few days in a “hospital”, which is really just some glorified tent. No deaths or infections, but some wind magic wielding Atlantean sent me flying so fast that I got impaled on some stakes we had set up. Didn’t feel good. Anyways, I should probably write about what happened on Day 4.
Some ship from Fort Talos slammed into Mount Orthys, me and a couple of the guys down at the temporary port we set up went down and checked it out. Few ensigns crawled up of the wreck screaming on about some creature at Fort Talos killing people hiding in the dungeons. Before they could finish an Atlantean brig came our way and we had to pull the guys out of the wreck and fall back inside the Caverns.
DAY 10
Some lads and I are heading into the wreck to salvage it’s cargo before its sinks. The guys from it said there was some “important weapons” in it or something. I’ll update this journal on what I find in there tommorrow.
DAY 13
I… forgot about this journal for the past few days. I’ve just been trying to busy myself to drown out my grief. I found dad’s lance and halberd in there.
He would never willingly separate with them.
He’s gone.
DAY 18
The lad’s from Fort Talos told me what he turned into. Some freakish beast without legs, skittering about the Fort hunting down any poor soul he came across.
A living corpse so grotesquely mutated and mutilated that it resembles nothing of what he used to be.
Nothing of the man who raised me, the person who I had always looked up to, my mentor. My hero.
Even the most bland and painstaking paperwork is better than thinking about it.
DAY 21
Feremius is dead, I saw the Bronze Blitz’s explosion from here. There’s no way he could’ve survived that. May whatever Gods remain send him to Elysium.
I felt nothing seeing the explosion from here.
I felt nothing from seeing my ship and a man who I saw as a hero go up in flames.
DAY 24
I like doing paperwork.
So much emotion shoved into an unfeeling sentence. I love it :]