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16-04-2023, 05:51 PM
Voices and screaming, scratching at the walls of my mind, I can hear them as they commune with me, they call me insane and mad, they think I don't listen but...it's all I can do now, listening is all I can perform for- (Writing unreadable for the next few sentences) -is watching me! The eye on the stone, the Black Fane of the Caldera was not a god but it spoke to me, Typhojem curse these abominations and non-believers, they do not understand because they do not listen, they can hear me but they do not listen, they think me possessed but they are wrong!.
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All of them! the Dark Lord, the Sorcerer even my Matriarch does not understand, they think I am manipulated but Hes'falda does not twist his webs over my eyes or my mind, in fact things have never been clearer, we are at the precipice of being forsaken, they do not understand that I alone keep the appeasement of the gods from simply wishing their doom upon us. Do they think Typhojem unwrathful? That Vorket simply can't see us? Nay! This is my work and they are blind! they may as well have their eyes removed, their ears stuffed and their tongues cut. None of them can commune the way I can, I have heard tales of pretenders, half-worshipers and petty offerings but none have truly ingratiated themselves before the Old Ones.
I have found my own sanctuary in this cave, it is warm and quiet, it allows me to hear the gods properly as they dictate their mood and will to me, I give my time to them, perhaps when the time is right I will have earned my Eternity with them or if I am found lacking then they Will cast me into the void to suffer Typhojems wrath and attention. For now I will think and listen, my master has become curious as to what is on my mind but I will reveal all to them, all will hear the words of the gods, whether they wish it or not, for oblivion is the price for ignorance in these times.
(The writings for the rest of this entry devolve to ramblings and drawings)
(Splotches of blood and water damage have partly damaged the next few paragraphs)
All of them! the Dark Lord, the Sorcerer even my Matriarch does not understand, they think I am manipulated but Hes'falda does not twist his webs over my eyes or my mind, in fact things have never been clearer, we are at the precipice of being forsaken, they do not understand that I alone keep the appeasement of the gods from simply wishing their doom upon us. Do they think Typhojem unwrathful? That Vorket simply can't see us? Nay! This is my work and they are blind! they may as well have their eyes removed, their ears stuffed and their tongues cut. None of them can commune the way I can, I have heard tales of pretenders, half-worshipers and petty offerings but none have truly ingratiated themselves before the Old Ones.
I have found my own sanctuary in this cave, it is warm and quiet, it allows me to hear the gods properly as they dictate their mood and will to me, I give my time to them, perhaps when the time is right I will have earned my Eternity with them or if I am found lacking then they Will cast me into the void to suffer Typhojems wrath and attention. For now I will think and listen, my master has become curious as to what is on my mind but I will reveal all to them, all will hear the words of the gods, whether they wish it or not, for oblivion is the price for ignorance in these times.
(The writings for the rest of this entry devolve to ramblings and drawings)
