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Giancarlo Diago Cevallos
An author & journalist
Liurnia I
The first I meet in Liurnia is...
She looks like her, speaks like her, but Irina died. I saw her butchered corpse.
This Hyetta acts nice, though. She seeks a distant light, aided by Shabriri grapes. I offered her mine.
She looks like her, speaks like her, but Irina died. I saw her butchered corpse.
This Hyetta acts nice, though. She seeks a distant light, aided by Shabriri grapes. I offered her mine.
I met Boc again, the kind demi-human tailor also travels north. With his guidance, I chose a new outfit; of course covering my face.
With my strength gained from Godfrey, I can now incant and wield the grafted greatsword of Morne. The frenzy flames, used often, drive me madder than usual.
With my strength gained from Godfrey, I can now incant and wield the grafted greatsword of Morne. The frenzy flames, used often, drive me madder than usual.
A nice, humble sorcerer in this church. He is Thops, a student of Raya Lucaria, locked out during the shattering. Refreshingly kind, after haughty Sellen. If I find these glintstone keys Thops mentions, we may enter the academy.
So-called cuckoo knights guard the lakes. Cuckoo indeed, to challenge me!
These multi-limbed crawlers ring wraith-calling bells. They are slow but painful. I hear that sleeping omen are afflicted by wraiths, nightmares every night.
After stomping through a poison-swamp cave, I fought this rotting knight. Never seen one like them before.
A finger-reader, struggling to proselytize even in Liurnia. She says what others already repeated. How much does she really read, in my fingers or the Two?
Diavolos found his missing servant. He says his family's history is written in blood; I wonder, that of the house or its enemies?
Varre offered me gifts and advice again. Now, even the building behind him reeks of blood. A little smoke, too?
Slaughtered misbegotten, on the western lake shore...
Edgar driven mad, attacked me. I am sorry, Irina.
An albinauric village, slaughtered almost to the last. The only survivor gave me half a medallion, to a tree he calls paradise.
Apostles, albinaurics, omen, demi-humans and misbegotten, all the unusual or artifical is oppressed in these lands between.
Apostles, albinaurics, omen, demi-humans and misbegotten, all the unusual or artifical is oppressed in these lands between.
Crystalians, floatings guards over glintstone.
The glintstone dragon, behind whom I found a key to the Academy. Inside are wizards, books and another great rune. The hunt continues.
The Academy of Raya Lucaria. Never gone to school before, first time for all!
Treading through the academy town, there were pikemen and flamethrowers. Do all schools have such high security?
Another onyx lord. They likely did crash to the lands between; perhaps all glintstone fell as a meteor, once. Wait... does that mean all the lakes of Liurnia is a...?
I found one of these glint, sorcerer masks. An... unorthodox choice. I want to cover my face, but this is excessive.
Oblivious, book-obsessed weirdoes in their natural habitat.
A tortoise! He offered to teach me incantations, even when I showed my affinity for blackflame. He says heresy is a contrivance, that all can be conjoined.
I wish I could agree; but reconciliation with Gold is impossible. I refuse to forgive Marika.
I wish I could agree; but reconciliation with Gold is impossible. I refuse to forgive Marika.
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