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Full Circle [Dear Diary]
It's been a while since I've written in you, diary, hasn't it? I had to wipe away the layers of dust, reacquaint myself with your contents. Thoughts and hopes and dreams, all changed so much.
It's been a good year for bad days.
Snips of memories return to me. I have been listless for so long, weeks and months and lifetimes have run together. I ( Read more... ) -
Howl at the Moon! Join the Weir!
No longer a Regency of Amber, Weirmonken is beginning to get its legs under itself as a newly re-forged Kingdom. Weirmonken has plenty to offer, from the hunting of deadly monsters to the possibility of political hopefuls, seeking to make the Weir strong once more ( Read more... ) -
Hunting the Shadows
Everything here is right. As it should be. I sit in my rooms in the Silverspire, perched in the window, overlooking the domain of the Weir. I am ruler of all I survey.
It is easy, so easy, to forget that this is only half of Weirmonken. That the place most people think of Weirmonken now is just a brighter version of the truth. Here, the nightmare ( Read more... ) -
Nightmares, Masters, Sacrifices and Fate [Dear Diary]
There are times when sacrifices must be made, when paths must be chosen and remained on. The time for laughter has passed. Perhaps it will return, one day. I will be glad, if it does. For now, however, Weirmonken needs more.
The path spread out before me is one forged in blood and shadows. I have hung on the tree of fate, upsidedown, and fed it ( Read more... ) -
Damn the Sun {Dear Diary}
It is too bright here, the night is too short. I care little for sunbeams and blue skies. This is not my Weirmonken. This is a brightly colored and horrible nightmare. This is chains and collars. The others do not care for it either--the spirits of the forest cry out for help. I do not know where to even begin. The Forest King's voice whispers in ( Read more... )