Just as I had begun to think that my rather uncomfortable stay in that strange isolation room had been purely out of spite, a rather gracious gift is given to me!

[The video feed flicks on, showing a sack with the name "Malkus Iverwelling" labeled on it. The doctor keeps the video on as he slowly opens the bag, as if filming a home movie of ( Read more... )

Oh no! I-... Well This is unfortunate. My little flicker of guidance seems to have gone out. No trouble, though! I should be able to make my way back to safety... eventually! I'm simply letting you know here, to avoid startling anyone I may run into.

[The shuffling of someone's feet slowly dragging around can be heard before the pat pat patting of ( Read more... )

[Hello, Keep! The following doctor voice shall be accompanied with a distant, and rather unhappy sounding, younger voice.]

Yes, I know Ezra, I know. I'm asking!

Ah yes, hello, fellow residents of the keep? It seems, by the looks of things, that me and my friend Ezra are not the only ones who have managed to get ourselves in a rather- We'll get ( Read more... )

[There is definitely something off about the plague doctor today. First, he was a bit suspicious of the pumpkins, though found them rather pleasant and curiously well-made. Then he thought he caught a glimpse of one of the old villagers faces on one, but quickly moved on and tried to block it out of his mind ( Read more... )

[And suddenly, without warning, a video appears! There's a certain clumsy plague doctor lurking about the library with another stack of books today! He's having a hard time balancing this heap of what appear to be botany based books. He even comes within inches of letting everything collapse, here and there. The journal itself is propped up against ( Read more... )

[The audio flicks on, but is silent for a few moments. There's the noise of sheets rustling and faint confused mumbles growing louder until they sound as if whatever is making them has picked up the journal. Then there's a disappointed sigh as Malkus can't help but feel as if he has been in this situation before, though much less bloody. His memory ( Read more... )

[Look who's got a message for the rest of you! Only it's not really a message and it's not really meant for anyone. Connected journal system? What's that! Speaking or Writing? Malkus isn't exactly a dictionary at the moment!]

( Cut for silly amnesia doodles... )

[Who does a doctor come to when he, himself, requires doctoring ( Read more... )

[A basic question, but should probably be asked anyways. From what he's seen in the forest, there could very well be a mud goliath or monster in these waters.]

What is in the lake?

[After some searching 'n working, Malkus finally has some containers for gathering leeches and other tiny critters. With four jars, his journal and a net from the boat ( Read more... )

[It's a good few minutes after the whole mauling from that leopard beast that Malkus had received and the poor doctor is limping down a hallway, leaving a slight trail of blood behind him. This is not good. Not good at all. He's got a broken arm covered in gashes and a hurt leg from that roll down the stairs ( Read more... )