Heaven and Earth


I will not win this.

The stonechildren treat me more like an infection than a prophet.

Their adore had been replaced with direction. I was part of a small gallimaufry of races:
1 – Kirin, an embodiment of nature.
2 – Ka Tal, a goliath warrior.
3 – Vyaria, a winged elf.
I have never seen an embodiment of nature or a winged elf. Their skills are better than average. Their species deserves research.

The council needed us to find out who killed someone. We did.

The lunacy of gungahls is never ending.

They in turn ignored my posture for an aqueduct. The stonechildren become less and less of use to me.

We were approached again to help. I assume they are grooming us to be an advisory board to the disenfranchised.

This is useless, why am I doing this …

(there are no entries for a while)

They have chosen the Gungahl Advisory Board to head to the surface.

(there are no entries for a while)

(the following is rushed and has scribbles in moments of anger)

WewalkedtoanoutpostFoundtonsofdeadwhocares?IdontgiveafuckThisisallusel(scribble, scribble_) Theoutpostiscomprimised
assholeconstructWhyamIdoingthis?!STUPIDSTUPIDSTUPID (_scribble, scribble

(there is a large ink stain)

Io, Dragonlord, year 3,465 in the Red Season:
I have been asked as a member of the aforementioned friends (she took her time to write “friends”) to explore the surface in pursuit of answers regarding the Skystone.
It will be a wonderful adventure.

(It ends in an Io prayer)
Let those of the scales be strong.
Let those of the flesh be lead by the dragobnbred.
My people of the fang, my people of the tail, my people of the wing and of the fire.
For those that do not understand, heal them by understanding them.
I accept your magic as an extension of your love, Io.
Dragonlord, book 17



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