Imagination is everything…
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Oct 24th
I do not know what day it is… I do not remember the last time I saw Maleeka… She is with the farmers now… Plotting against me… I know it…
Some farmers still come to the Inn… They must think I am stupid for not knowing their plans… I pretend I don’t know… I listen to what they say and I prepare for my attack…
I went down to the cave the other day, to the portal… It brought me to a room where great fire creatures rested… I understand now… I must make them pay for their plotting… graska ve ik mostiem flaro… use the power of fire… that’s what the man had said…
I’ve used one of the creatures to burn down a farm. I’ve overheard someone say Maleeka was there, though I do not know if she survived or not.
She survived, of that I am certain. From what I hear, she’s been hiding out in the head farmer’s house. I’ve had a creature attack it, though it only found the head farmer and his son, meaning Maleeka had already fled somewhere else. I swear I will find her, and make her regret turning against me! In the meantime, I will make these farmers pay for protecting her.
The head farmer was saved by some weird trio: a dwarf, a halfling and an old man. They came to the Inn to get the man a room, and bought some rounds for the other farmers in the tavern. I made sure to serve the tainted drinks, as instructed by the man with the tattoo. In a few hours I will have my revenge…
I have been hiding in the cave for several hours. The farmers have all begun rotting, their flesh slowly pealing away, revealing the puss-filled insides of their dieing bodies.
The ones who turned first were lucky, as they are now mindless zombies attacking anything that moves. The others, the ones who havn’t changed yet or did not drink the tainted drinks, have had to witnessed their fellow friends rot before their eyes and then be attacked and eaten by them.
I too am changing, as I also drank the tainted drinks. I feel my body weaken and rot inside, as my bones snap with every move I make. Its with a mixed blessing that I’ve also been freed from the curse cast on me by the tattooed man when I refused to sell the Inn. This curse caused me to turn my back on my love, and only now do I see how I was so wrong.
The flesh on my hands is beginning to change colour and break. Thought he pain is unbearable, I do not know what is worse: rotting alive or knowing that I will soon be a mindless servant of whatever evil has descended upon this valley.
I am sorry Maleeka, wherever you may be, and I pray you are safe with our child. Please, forgive me what I’ve done…
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Jul 4th
…graska ve ik mostiem flaro…
10th day for Loria, 637 A.P.
I couldn’t sleep again last night, so I had a look in the cellar…. The barrels have been pushed aside and the room unbarricaded…. I found foot marks…. Small and feminine, like Maleeka’s feet….
No! Its not her, it can’t must be…
11th day for Loria, 637 A.P.
SHE denied everything… I can not trust HER… I found a key to the office in the cave… I am putting everything there and locking it up… That way it can be safe from HER…
28th day for Loria?
I am so tired… I do not remember the last time I slept… I can not sleep… Maleeka is plotting against me… She has been talking to the farmers… They want to take the Inn away from me… I know it…!
The man who wanted to buy the Inn came back today… He said he knows about Maleeka and the farmers… He also said he knows how to fix it… He brought me down to the cave and passed the office… He brought me to a portal… He pointed to it and said “graska ve ik mostiem flaro”…
I asked him what that meant, he said I would know when the time was right…
graska ve ik mostiem flaro…
5th day for Poltutia, I think…
The man came back again today… He came down to the cave with a dwarf and a dragonborn… They began changing the wine, ale and beer… I don’t know what they are doing with it, only that they are changing it… They say I will sell it to the farmers…
I don’t think they are from Tarra after all…
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Jul 4th
21st day for Havani, 637 A.P.
The man came today as expected, and I told him the Inn was not for sale. He sneered, mumbled something under his breath and left. And I say, good riddance…
We are building our lives together, and this Inn is only the beginning. I’m not willing to trade any of this for whatever amount of gold is put under my nose.
26th day for Havani, 637 A.P.
For the past five Days, strange thIngs have bEen happening arounD the Inn. For Example, the other Day I closEd the tavern, placeD all the chaIrs up on thE tables, yet in the morning three chairs were back on the grounD, arranged as though people had used them. And thIs morning, I found four or fivE empty beer bottles lying on the grounD behInd thE bar.
No Doubt someone has been movIng thEse things around, as I always put everything away when we close shop. But who coulD It bE? And Why?
29th day for Havani, 637 A.P.
I almost caught them today! I awoke early this morning, before the sun had even risen, and ran down stairs to find three men quietly talking at the bar. I did not catch a glimpse of their faces, but one was most certainly a patron here as he was wearing pyjamas while the others were wearing dark robes. By the time I made it down the stairs they had fled, though I do not know where.
There is someone staying at the Inn who is plotting against us Maleeka, and I will not let him succeed!
…graska ve ik mostiem du net skiam flaro…
3rd day for Loria, 637 A.P.
I am tired… I’ve remained awake over the past three nights hoping to ambush the assailants… I do not believe they have come back… I do believe I may have been sleepwalking however… I awoke last night down in the cellar… I was standing up straight with my back against one of the walls…
I pushed myself from the wall and it opened… There was a passageway down into some old abandoned cave… Following the cave I came down to a room and an office with a desk… This must be where they now meet…!
I barricaded the room… And pushed some barrels against the wall in the cellar… We should be safe from any unwanted intrusions…!
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Jun 22nd
11th day for Havani, 637 A.P.
Well, its been over a month, and we’ve both been busy working around the Inn. Most of the rooms are now fixed (the doors for rooms 7 and 8 now close properly) and outsiders are starting to visit the tavern on a regular basis.
As more people come, I hear stories of the tavern and its previous owners. I’ll admit I’m not sure what happened to frustrate the local farmer population to the point where they stopped drinking here. I’ll be keeping an ear open as to make sure not to repeat such mistakes.
Its quite obvious that the inn can not function without the support of the local farmer population.
- Vikas
18th day for Havani, 637 A.P.
Some men were here today. Though they were dressed in local clothes, they had an air of Tarraneze about them. I didn’t trust them, though they did have a good impression on the local farmers.
The leader of the bunch came over to talk to me, and offered to purchase the Inn for ten times what we payed for it. Though I insisted it was not for sale, he asked me to think about the offer, and that he would be back in three days.
In the end, and regardless of the offer made, I’m not ready to sell it our future to whoever walks into the door. We worked too long and hard for this to see it slip away so fast.
- Vikas
20th day for Havani, 637 A.P.
Its late. Very late. I don’t remember how long ago the sun set, only that the stars and the moon are up in the sky, shinning down as bright as any other night.
I can’t sleep. I find myself laying in bed beside you and looking out at the sky, wondering about the man who stopped by three days ago, about his offer and how it would change our lives forever. Why would someone offer so much for a small Inn out on the outskirts of a city? It doesn’t make sense, that is unless he knows of something I do not.
I’ve been going over the books for the past few hours and business has definately been picking up since we purchased this place. Though the income is not as much as we had anticipated, its well on its way to reach and even surpass it if the current trend continues.
So do I risk it? Do I sell what we’ve worked so hard to create? We could buy a little house up in the hills and live peacefuly together, raising our child. The money from the sale would undoubtedly support us through whatever hardships we would encounter.
It would be the life we’ve always dreamed of…
