A Half-Sized Journal.

[Unjo]

Am I the only one scared of what is to come? Everyone's so calculating, or even accepting of their perhaps upcoming deaths. Even that half crazy spider elf is convincing everyone it's ok to die. What sort of cult rubbish is that?

It's something that I think we need to see to, this threat has to be taken care of.

But why is no one scared of dying like I am? All I see are shining swords and smiles. I can tell this will be worse than any Assuru dive I've ever been on. We always made it back from those.

The hour draws closer and closer. I'll do my best to watchout for the ones that know me, but will they look down when I'm in need of care?

 

[Unjo]

Some of us returned with our lives. Some fell. Knud fell early on, thought he was packing more tricks like that gas he threw in the spires not too long ago.

Still unsure who was really victorious that day. The Kula-Crazies lost Phaedra, we lost some friends, and it seems like the Djinn escaped? Was any of this worth it? One less elf looking for my blood. I saw the look in her eyes, after she was done killing those who remained last time, I was next. I'm glad Flint gave her a good whacking, but I think he knows what really needs to be done with that sicko. She can't escape again.

I realised on the climb I was more afraid of those freaks than any Djinn we saw. Can't even decide what was Djinn or not. Everything in there that didn't enter with us was cut and beaten down.

I hope they leave me alone, they know I can find them easier than they can find me.

[Unjo]

I sit in front of the Pilgrim torn. Torn to the Krak, torn to the Jannies, torn to the Conclave. Everyone's got questions. I haven't got the answers. That's all it is nowadays, questions, and if I don't answer I'll end up in a cell, or worse.

I wrote nothing but the truth, but even that truth would break my contract, sorry Dunstan, hope wherever you are it's better than here.

How can anyone think he killed her just because some Scorched up killer says so? Why are we treating the murderer's word as the only one that mattered? She'd kill for money, she'd lie for money. When did they even ask her? Did they not try to capture her? A nice chat like I got?

If this carries on I'll slip down below and not be seen again. 

[Unjo]

Fools, eager to ignore the truths in front of them, but all willing to see an unproven one.

[Unjo]

They say you leave a piece of yourself down there, why did it follow me back up though? Did it want me to stay away or go back?

I'm not alone am I? I don't think I am. Too much time in the dark perhaps.