Merd's Diary

Diary of a Ferron Cult of Being Member

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book/scroll
Description:

The diary is mostly ruined. It seems that some liquid, soup perhaps, was poured over it at one point. The entire front and top of the book is a muddled mess, as are all of the dates. But there are a number of pages in the back that are still mostly intact.

Bio:

[Date is smudged out and ruined]
Dear Journal, the preaching has gone well, and I’ve brought in many new converts. The hatred for the gods runs strong in this city. It makes my heart swell to see them gain true wisdom, to see them value their own strength and abandon their gods.
It is a good day in Ferron.

- Me

[Date is smudged out and ruined]
Dear Journal, something strange is going on. There is a mysterious cloud cover over the city. None have been out to investigate yet, but it seems to close in all around and touch the forest far beyond the wall. It reminds me of the domed roofs of Derodelf. And we are trapped inside.
Perhaps the gods have come to take their revenge.
I regret nothing.

- Me

[Date is smudged out and ruined]
Dear Journal, ever since the dome went up (which no-one still knows exactly what it is) this brat of an Academic, a new recruit from one of the sea villages I think, has been talking up trouble. He wants us to do something more “proactive” than preach. Most of us find him annoying, but some are listening.
Strangely, headmaster Hardwick isn’t saying anything one way or the other about this talk.

- Me

[Date is smudged out and ruined]
Dear Journal, the headmaster has gone and done what I would never have thought he would do. He’s taken this Harman Yates idiot and made him his right hand man. Now he stays cooped up in his office and gives orders through Harman. None of us like it, but we’re too loyal to master Hardwick to say anything.
If things keep going on like this, I just might.

-Me

[Date is smudged out and ruined]
Dear Journal, there has been terrible news from around the city. Snakes have been showing up everywhere. They’re not natural, I’m sure. None of them are native to the area, and I’ve heard descriptions of the sliders that are entirely foreign to me. Not that I know much about snakes. Even worse, it has been said that master Hardwick is looking ill.
I hope he hasn’t been bitten.

- Me

[Date is smudged out and ruined]
Dear Journal, it’s as I feared. master Hardwick is getting ill. I found him wandering a corridor the other day and tried to speak with him. At first he didn’t even recognize I was there. When he did see me he grabbed me and babbled about snake-men to me. All the while his eyes stared past mine, like he was staring into a void.
He seemed to suddenly forget I was there, let me go, and wandered of again. Since then he’s taken to bed, and hasn’t left. Yates (he wants us to call him Master Yates, but damned if I will!) has taken over all of the headmaster’s duties.
I fear for the worse.

- Me

[Date is smudged out and ruined]
Terrible news, dear journal, but headmaster Hardwick is dead. The entire order is in mourning. Even Yates seems effected, that bastard. He has locked himself in his room and refused meals. Apparently brother Jammes has heard weaping from the other side of the door.
It is a black day for the order.

- Me

[Date is smudged out and ruined]
Dear Journal, the crusade against the gods in the people’s minds continues strong, and I feel that I must grasp at this one good amongst a sea of woe.
Yates has taken charge of the headmastership. It is still hard to believe he was a mere groundling like us only two weeks past. He took certain documents from Hardwick’s office to the hidden storehouse where he always stays. He never uses the office and leaves it locked out of “respect.”
Meanwhile, all new recruits are sent to him. He says he reassigns them throughout the city, but I still find it strange that they never come back to headquarters. We don’t see Yates much these days. He has forbidden anyone from visiting him at the storehouse unannounced.

- Me

[Date is smudged out and ruined]
Dear Journal, Yates has been giving us strange orders. I only just found out that we’ve been working with those snake-men abominations. Yates and his puppets say that the snake-men share our hatred of the gods, and that it is or a common purpose, but I doubt anything but ill can come of it.

- Me

[Date is smudged out and ruined]
Dear Journal, I fear that Yates has taken this too far. The incident the other day was appalling. Children! How could we have ever trusted those snake-men? The destruction of those Raven worshiping bastards is a noble pursuit, surely, but this goes beyond anything.
Still, the city’s wrath has been raised. If anything good can come of this tragedy, let it be so. They say there will be a mob tomorrow, and we will march into the forest. I’ll be there with my bow.
Perhaps once that is over, I’ll talk with some of the others. Something must be done about Yates.

- Me

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