Rogala Family/One

The Journal of One

The writings in this journal span over a period of four years and express One’s experiences in the People’s Republic of Avamar.

20th of Augest, 14

I had just arrived at West Sirion, the last remaining state of Sirion. I meet an elf today, multiple elves actually, it was quite exciting as I have never meet one before. He ushered to a small farmhouse on the edge of the city and said that I’d have to live here till the proper accommodations have been arranged…

Later a most famous general came to greet me; I am of course speaking of Lord Sceptre. He said that I should be wary of the peasantry, and report on other nobles if they ‘sound dilute’. I don’t quite know what he means, but I am sure it will become clear to me over time exactly what he is talking about.

Lastly just before nightfall a letter arrived inviting me to a masquerade from one Lalakis Abandonas. I have never heard of this man and am not very interesting in going to his party, but it best to make a good impression, so I will go. It’s weird that the masquerade is in the middle of Limbar’s forest; quite ‘dilute’, no?