"AYE! BEWKS!"
[The scotsman proclaimed as he bought himself a journal, quill, and ink bottle. Not a day has gone by and the journal already REEKS of liqour. the journal appears to be written in gaelic]
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When I'm dead and buried i've a sad feeling that there will be nay any memory of me other than, some empty whiskey bottles, children, and me claidhemor sword. Before I go on I must tell those who perhaps find this journal in their possession some day, who the bloody hell I am. My name is Sir Fhearghus Macdougall, a noble knight of Scotland, proud catholic man, and a witch and monster hunter. I was taken into a horrible land that many simply call "The Core" a wretched place filled with more monsters then any I have ever seen before. I was taken here by foul ghostly mists! This is nay earth or a land of God... this is some sort of heathen hell. Wretched mutants, monsters, demons, and vampires... they would say I was mad back at home... but nay, i'm nay mad. I'm just a prisoner of these foul mists. This journal will be in one of two places: The Core or Earth. If I can figure out how to go back to Scotland, then it will be there... if I forever am trapped and die here, then I am certain this journal may remain here. I have already dealt with many a hardship and trial here on these wicked lands... I fought a werebear... creatures that I frankly haven't even read about back at home! The beasts name was Aubit... I nay slayed it but I fought it valiant and true when others stood by and idly watched as it took away the women, and killed the men. I have fought the wicked bardess witch Cozette La Fontaine who tried to murder a wee folk in cold blood... another thing I should mention is the racial variety of these lands... creatures I have only heard of in legends some looking far different than the legends: Hobbits, Elves, Dwarves, Gnomes... what a strange place altogether... if there is one i've learned from this place its to accept some differences in people... the dwarves I like, the lean short elves I hate, the gnomes I find irritating, the hobbits I find small harmless and friendly. I have found other Christly folk such as my self here in these wicked mists... some from the future some from the past... one of them is over a hundred years older than me! I nay see them as much any more... it can also be said that in these monster and devil infested lands I found a golden treasure of Scottish and Irish legend... Claidheamh Soluis or Claíomh Solais. A shining claymore sword that as the legends have spoken glow with a holy light, and slay evil creatures with great ease. With this sword I wish to save these lands... if I can, or perhaps even escape...
Things have changed however, I've fallen in love... dammit Macdougall... look what ya done!
[A very lovey and rather crude sketch is drawn here of Ethena McSteviesbane. a playful roguish smile and a wink... Fhear's actually kind of a good sketch artist surprisingly.]
Ethena... a native of this land. a red headed goddess with bright eyes. Every time I lie by her side at night I fall more and more in love... she is my Fiancee' at this time and a talents trapper and locksmith. Never have I met are more useful woman. Back home, women served only so many purposes: cooking, cleaning, and breeding. In these lands life is not so simple, even what seemed like hardships back home, nothing compares to this vicious werewolf infested shadow world. I am not sure if I can leave now, or if she can even leave. Would we be able to leave together? I can never stop thinking of my fiancee'... I feel like a nuisance constantly speaking about her with the locals but I cannot help it. Especially when I've been out drinking! She's my treasure now and forever, and i'll always protect her.
And now, a new threat has risen in this country I know of as "Barovia". A vile plague has taken the people... a wicked ghoul is spreading it so I have been told. I must slay or fight this ghoul as I did with Aubit. For the glory of Christendom!
I am a man of chivalry. The duel is sacred. I will win with nobility and lose with it as well. Over fallen enemies I will speak the prayers I have spoken when I branded that foul Cozette a witch...
Name of the father, the son, the holy spirit...
Amen.
