Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-28530195-20160812021946/@comment-26517142-20160815043434

As Cire leafed over the various oodles of crammed stuff (pictures,panites and other doohickeys) he spots a diary and opens it. The ink was wet. Untouched.

JOURNAL

Entry 56

We journied into this unknown, and now we regret it. This land is inhospitable. We have made a grave mistake.

All my men are gone. Taken. Enslaved. Never to be found. The land has claimed them. For her.

I cannot linger.

Imust leave.

The glade, where we came in... Imust return.

But it must be before I am found.

She knows.

She knows.

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