Entry 1
While this is likely not the first day, I’ve now decided to document my voyage upon entering this strange place… who knew the Vimir Sea had such weather? I haven’t seen much light in quite a while, and I’m slowly beginning to regret this voyage. While the ship’s hull can easily withstand these blows from the waves, that’s not my concern here. Every once in a while, I hear some rumbling beneath the waves… like a storm brewing. It worries me.
Entry 2
I should’ve taken more rations from the fort—at least they can receive shipments from Rubica. Me, though… I’ll have to start harvesting food from these strange islands, if they even grow any. Starvation is not an option, I must get to the Thorne Empire. Quickly.
Entry 3
Beasts, all around. I was surrounded. Strange, mutated folk. These Keraxi sure aren’t welcoming… I had to cut them all down. I feel no regret. They shouldn’t have dared attack someone with such renown as me. Such pathetic people. King Nero would have ripped Wotan apart, I’m sure of it. Damned scoundrels.
Entry 4
Fuck. A terrible creature came out of the sea and tried to take a bite out of my beautiful ship. As per usual, though, I vanquished it with ease. I’ve bandaged myself, though I’m doubtful they work very well. ‘Tis but a flesh wound, of course, but I’d rather my armor not be stained by blood, even if the blood is from such a prestigious man as myself.
Entry 5
Interesting findings. A bear was on one of the islands, and I slew it with ease. The meat tasted incredible, though I’m not feeling the best as of now. I’m beginning to see things in the fog… is this the Dark Sea? I had never thought it would be this odd, but seeing it with my own eyes and feeling it with my own skin… it’s like something is calling to me out here. I must continue, for Ravenna. For my mother. In the name of the House of Caesar… I must go on.
Entry 6
It’s been weeks, and the sickness has gotten much, much worse. This voyage was a mistake… I haven’t had the strength to even write. The rain burns, I’ve been seeing figures, and my legs feel weak. The calling has only grown stronger. Like if I turn back now, I will never get vengeance. I will kill the Crown Prince of Thorns. I will avenge my father… my mother. King Octavious is surely looking down on me from Elysium. Zaix, everyone. Lately, I keep repeating the same things to myself over and over again. For Ravenna. For glory.
Entry 7
I can see something… a faint glow in the distance. The calling is louder than ever before, an ear-piercing screech. I haven’t been able to walk for what’s felt like hours… and to use my—no—Calvus’ Triasta as a cane, well, I’d rather send myself to the gallows. I can’t bare to do this much longer… this had better be worth it. For Ravenna. For glory.
Entry 8
I crawled for hours onto that island. Days to get to it. I understand, now, what was calling to me. It’s mine, MINE ALONE. This power is more than enough to kill him. I care not if he has Excalibur or whatever it may be… he is NOTHING in comparison to my power. I am General Neo Alpinus, I will kill the Crown Prince of Thorns. For Ravenna. For Glory.
