- DEGANNWY DISEASE -
The spring days passes, scanned by rain tinkling, my mind has never been to sail anymore, i just live the moment as it comes. As far as i heard these lands are cursed by the obscure being they call mist. Their dragging of anything from every world has built all of this, though with a preference for evil.
My wandering brought me across the path of a company of mercenary, their members are all odd person, many has had the same fate of mine: lost. I ain't able to state if i join them because I'm feeling alone, honestly all of this is hard to carry on only one man's shoulders, perhaps having people around may help through.
I've never felt the loneliness before, i tremendously miss the touch of her. I wonder what she's doing right now when I'm writing all these words, why am i reporting my life? I ought to spend my time trying to find a way out which bring me back into her arms. Though i must record all for the ones who will come, they will need the aid of anyone who have tried to escape.
My recruiting in the Golden Shilling had a bitter taste: some of the comrades have been in contact with a disease imbued of negative magic and nobody can say if they will live, we already have lost a member. I traveled with them in Darkon where is said that a particular herb may help to distill a cure. What i saw is something horrific, apparently the undeads walk the land undisturbed like they are simply humans, they didn't tried to harm us until we met that evil druid, at that moment many swords were drawed and the fight through a way back was hard but actually I'm here, writing, so, as you can imagine, I'm still alive, for now.
For Mouse.
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a note is written below in small characters]
Diana, wherever you are, I'm trying to come back, you must know the truth, i can't admit that witch's foul tricks. You are mesmerized but i promise to remind you everything.
Forever yours.