Hello all, I am known by many names online. But you, you can call me…
Tim?
Juju said that I couldn’t be trusted to be impartial on any of the rest of the documents we are putting out this week, so you get me for this collection. These are some of the physical documents still in the boxes around the lodge, and if the dates on the golden cube are to be trusted, which is not a guarantee, these fall next in the chronological order of events.
You have me to thank, viewers, for finding these, as Fumushu and Juju are still trying to make ‘magic’ work. If they find anything, I’ll be sure to edit it into the fourth video, don’t hold your breath. I give more than good odds there’s nothing to find.
So while they mess around with yarn and that impractical ‘magic’ computer, I’ve been doing the actual work, scrounging through ink and paper.
Now there is a diary entry for this date as well, but old Granny Trinaday is a bit too angry in that to write coherently for an audience, so these will have to do. Prepare for some classic school drama, I’d call it an obvious troupe, but Juju doesn’t want me to ‘color your view point’.
These are the reports of the first ‘Incident’ one Ulana Trinaday caused while at school. Let me tell you this is the first of Many.
Official Royal Academy of the Woven Art Record
Incident Report
Location: Back of Library A3 ......................................................................................................................... Time: 20:00
DESCRIPTION OF INCIDENT
Daren Dorsel
Me, Marick, and Anmity were just minding our business in the library. Looking for books and stuff. Then we saw that dumb beastkin who looked suspicious wandering around the library. Anmity said we should make sure she wasn't up to anything with the books, so we followed her.
She was rubbing her grubby paws all over the shelves, so we thought we should stop her. You know, teach that uncivilized mutt how to show proper respect in a library.
Then we were attacked, the demon-kin must be friends with that witch. And lured us to the back of the library, so her friend could beat us up for no reason.
The witch was terrifying, and must know some kind of dark weave. I had no warning, she just walked up behind me and I couldn't stand anymore. So I crumpled to the floor and could only hear the rest of the fight.
I heard what must have been Marick falling to the floor, then soon after another thump and Anmity’s scream. I wanted to get up to help, but I couldn’t even twitch.
The witch came back over to me, but all I could see was her shoes. I heard her say, “Be careful what arm you use to hold down a lady. If I see this again, I will make sure you lose it.”
Then she broke my arm.
Please keep her away from me.
At Fault:
NO
Official Royal Academy of the Woven Art Record
Incident Report
Location: Back of Library A3 ......................................................................................................................... Time: 20:00
DESCRIPTION OF INCIDENT
Marick Nostelos
My friends and I were going to the library to study for a test that was coming up soon. While we were on our way to a study room in the back of the library, we were stopped by the fox girl.
She got in our way, so we had to stop to let her know that standing in such an obnoxious place was impolite. She was clearly only there as a trap for her friend, who attacked us for no reason. The woman who attacked us is clearly a dangerous terror and shouldn’t be allowed to weave.
I hardly had time to react when all of a sudden Daren was lying face down on the floor. I don't know what she did to him, and I didn’t have much time to see either. She attacked me next, I had no time, so I tried to defend myself with a punch. But she just walked right past it. She stomped on my foot and I heard something snap.
What ever she did to my foot hurt. I tried to take my weight off of it, but she was ready for that too. She grabbed me and threw me to the floor. I don't remember anything but the stones of the library floor coming at my face at an alarming speed.
I believe that the women who attacked us should recompense the school for our injuries.
At Fault:
NO
You may notice that these two are spouting absolute BS. The story doesn’t line up at all. I mean, seriously? One of you says you're there looking for books, then the other turns around and says you're there to study. Were you interrupted by the fox girl, or did you follow her? Get with the program, guys. Let's see if the mastermind behind it all can tie it all together and get the story back on track.
Spoilers! Those two are small beans compared to her. They have a conscience, downright saints in comparison. This girl is unreal. Completely off her rocker, the way she puts the whole thing makes me a bit queasy. She's got problems, and not the fun ‘I can fix her’ kind. Real. Bona fide. Insanity. I hope this isn’t the general human opinion on the other races of Elentier. I’m starting to feel for the goblins.
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Official Royal Academy of the Woven Art Record
Incident Report
Location: Back of Library A3 ......................................................................................................................... Time: 20:00
DESCRIPTION OF INCIDENT
Anmity Eriseld
Miserable mutts should never be allowed to exist in polite society. Me and the boys were doing this establishment a favor by dragging her somewhere quiet so we could re-educate the b**ch.
She must have planned this all. Beastlings are demon-spawn who exist for no other reason but to harm humanity. Anyone who thinks otherwise should be burned at the stake like the witches they are.
We were just getting on with dealing with that subhuman when we were attacked. Whoever that woman was, she needs to be locked up for the good of humanity. Clearly, she is a race traitor and should be put down with the muck she cavorts with.
Somehow, she came from behind and just dropped Darren to the floor. He has a foot and likely several hundred pounds on her, so that was clearly an application of dangerous and outlawed weaving. She didn’t even say anything, just walked right by Darren on the ground and brazenly attacked Marick. Stomped on his foot then somehow slammed him in to the ground too.
She must be getting some kind of super strength from her illicit dealings with demon-folk to be able to throw around to bigger men like that.
I had of course prepared a weave by this point, so I took aim with a wind blade, hoping to do the world another favor and cut that traitorous head off its body. I am certain she has some kind of dark training or skills, as she somehow had the time to weave a basic shield to save her skin.
At this point, I knew my only option would be to beat a hasty retreat and inform someone about this monster we had somehow let into these hallowed halls.
She had other plans, I felt a simple weave chain ensnare my foot - impossibly fast. I missed my next step and hit the ground. An honorable opponent would have let me regain my feet, instead she barely gave me any time to think. The next thing I knew, her foot was slamming into my chest. My ribs cracked, and the pain was too much.
She should be killed or exiled.
At Fault:
NO
You know, when someone acts like this, they have to learn it from somewhere. That's scary. Especially when you yourself have had mentors who teach you some… less than mainstream information.
Never know if you've been taught to believe some truly heinous stuff till someone comes along and sticks you in a padded cell. Then you have to face the questions. Is it you who is wrong, or is it everyone else? Here the world, or at least the school, seems to have gone insane. This girl needs serious help or serious consequences. I may not believe most of what Granny’s left for Juju but the message this sends is something I support.
Speaking of that certain someone. The last of these little reports is from Granny herself, you may notice now that a certain fox girl’s report is oddly missing. It seems the school has a definite view on the worth of her testimony. That does not bode well for our brave hero. Who very clearly has a different opinion of what transpired than the rest. So that's a point for rallying against mainstream ideas. She and I agree, and so do you. I think I speak for the internet when I say; We stan fox girl!
Official Royal Academy of the Woven Art Record
Incident Report
Location: Back of Library A3 ......................................................................................................................... Time: 20:00
DESCRIPTION OF INCIDENT
Ulana Trinaday
The three scholars responsible for this incident began by cornering a fourth scholar inside the library, just after sundown. At the time I was inside a study room, one just close enough to hear them through the library’s sound damping weave. I was first alerted to their presence by the noise, an oddity in the silent and respectful halls of the library.
When I ventured outside to request they quiet down and leave me to my studies, I quickly understood what was going on. I will not repeat what they said in full on an official document out of professionalism and to preserve Miss Alvetica’s dignity. It should suffice to say that they called her such things as, “dirty animal”, “beastling” and “sub-person”; even going so far as to question her heritage, calling her a “demon-lover” and “demon-spawn”. Any person would have the right to take offense at this, but Miss Alvetica simply looked down, and said nothing. She showed remarkable restraint.
At this juncture I would have been satisfied with them leaving poor Alvetica be, and prepared to ask them to do so. Then they incited the situation to violence. The center of the group, a girl whose name I do not know, slapped Alvetica to the ground and began to kick her as she lay there, defenseless.
I am not as restrained as Miss Alvetica and once the woman's two cronies grabbed the poor girl up and held her against the wall, I am afraid I lost my temper. I do not regret what I did to them, I will accept what punishment must come from my lack of restraint. However, I believe that they also owe Alvetica a public apology for their reprehensible actions.
At Fault:
Yes
Punnishment: Restitution For Damages caused; 40 Hours comunity service
No s*it you ‘lost your temper’ Granny. The other three seem fully convinced that you are some super wizard with dark magic who was sent from hell to kill them. From the sound of it, you put them into the magic world equivalent of the ICU. Though personally, I find Grandma Trinaday’s actions here to be really, really impressive, it's not as easy as it sounds to stick your neck out for the little guy. Very few people will go this far.
Being the little guy more than once, myself. I would know. I’ve spent too much time as ‘Miss Alvetica’ in my life. It makes me wonder where I will fall if the situation was ever reversed. What decision would I make?
I would want to believe in myself, in all that I’ve learned. That the people who have taught me wouldn’t lead me to ruin. Right now, I can't tell what those lessons would turn me into. I haven’t had to face this decision before. Would I really still be a protector? Or… would I become something else?
Am I destined to be one of the bullies, finally given power and accepted into an in-group? Deluded into thinking I’m doing the right thing and punishing the odd ones out? Is the larger group correct often enough to trust, when they identify threats to the world? It’s pretty clear on Grandma Trinaday’s ‘Elenteir’ what the answers to those questions are, I wish it was clear here on earth too.
Is it better to act as Granny did? Even if she was wrong, is protecting the people who speak out against what you know a good thing? Is protecting them from all the people who believe as you do, a moral obligation? Is any information by itself a danger, or should those things be shared? My heart says this is the right direction to take. If only my head agreed.
I don't know who I should be protecting. The many or the few? The idea or the individual? The present or the future?
Viewers, the answers to my questions are going to change more than you all could know. I can only hope I make the right decision.
Tim out.