Prologue #2, Travel Journal
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++ DAY ONE, ACREZ THE TWELFTH ++
Librae, actea, savtea. Anoint thyself with these chants, for a mind without guard is a house without locks, open for all to see and thieve. Librae, actea, savtea. There is one but true God for we all walk in His Shadow. By His Will, this tome had petitioned for thee, to convey and continue for whom He deems worthy. I am nothing more than His Servant, seeking salvation as guided by His Light. And thus, when Acrez made its presence felt, my path was set to the lands fabled by most, whispered by some and sanctioned by few.
++ DAY THREE, ACREZ THE TWELFTH ++
Vices and voices kept begging me, to perverse me from the one True Path. Cavea! A mind untethered would lose His Creed and begets Temptation. I held upon three Truths: chants are my guard, rites are my shield and litanies are my brand. Virtya is rich and equally damned for whom lost any of the Truths and malignly worshipped their desires. I had met some scholars or whatever remained of any communion to His Word. It pained me to declare ex-communicato as they were corrupted by varying degrees of heresies that adorned Virtya. Take heed if thy passed through Virtya for blasphemous voices exist in every corner. A blade have two sides, both are useful and deadly.
++ DAY NINTH, BISKAL THE THIRTEENTH ++
Today is one of few days for brimstone and hellfire to descend upon this realm. It is a sign from Him, a measure of His power. Or perhaps a trial to see whether I am worthy to carry His Names. Only the fittest shall live, only the faithful shall survive! I petitioned for Him to forgive the scholars of Virtya; Meleth, Verrium and Talziet. If it is not for their knowledge, thy shalt be turned into glass upon setting foot into the accursed realm of Eleyekh. Seek their tomes but guard thyself from whispers of Virtya. Shield thyself from the everlasting fire of Elyekh, His Wrath given form, His Rage given shape.
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++ DAY TWENTY, BISKAL THE THIRTEENTH ++
Savakh unz trespar! It is indeed a trial from Him for I had slain and avoided Arskath; beasts without single form nor shape. They come in many forms but none are true and all reek of malice. Cavea! Remember thy rites and the three absolute laws as they shall strike without care within domains of Hiriz. There are no voices of souls but there are only cries. Shrieks and screams of thralls, all seeking blood and flesh. Hiriz is not for the faint hearted as idleness could mean death now and there. It is lush yet flush with monsters beyond comprehension of Man. A mirage of Virtya, both seek to prey on the weak and daunted.
++ DAY THIRTY-FIVE, VENEH THE FOURTEENTH ++
A faithful man would hold gold, glory, and gospel. Yet upon this realm, they weigh nothing more than shackles. However, true to His Word I brought gospel as He ordained. A beacon of hope in the realm only known to few. A realm where it exacts a cost to what we all hold dear; a portion of my life as tribute. More to move within it. And yet a bigger toll for whom seeks the unspeakable. Cement thy rites. Chain thy desires. Clean thy soul for the cost is steep indeed. In the boundaries of between life and death, only thy persistence shalt be awarded.
++ DAY SEVENTY-SEVEN, IRDUMN THE FIFTEENTH ++
This might be my own atonement, for I had held grievances against Him. For my thoughts that He had abandoned me! One day thou shalt stand on a fork of fate or a branch of choice. I made my choices, I sacrificed for His Cause. Yet none of His Sermons reached me and that grew a seed of doubt in my faith. In the darkest night, in the harshest day or in the worst time I continued the three Truths whilst stringing the doubt along. Cavea! A hard mind is the foundation of faith! Nurture no doubts, grow no blasphemies. For varying degrees of truth, there are varying degrees of heresy. Hold tight to thy faith for that is the only chance for thee to seek the unspeakable.
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