Venice Craven

My turn cannot be far away now. Aagos trembled when it was Jirand's. I wonder if I will be so honoured? Is honoured the right word even? Unlike Jirand, I do not go willingly. Not really, it was a deal and now a debt to be paid. A deal I admittedly have second thoughts about. A deal that given the time to think (did he do that on purpose) that I might of turned down. Or at least, found another way. I did not. And when I asked that night for the aid of others, my head was empty. So I agreed. And the deal was sealed in his own way. *A hint of disgust and loathing mixed in with a feel of nausea*

Every time I try and bring it up with the others it just.. I react badly. I get mad at them, at Jirand for reasons that are not really their fault. And yet I blame them for not being there. For not trying to help when they did not even know it was needed. I can't think about it, I can't issue the words to explain and it just gets worse.

Lycenth is the only one that knows (asides from the Fury of course). I don't think he is too happy about it either though he keeps his thoughts distant from me. I was with him at the time, when the ground shook and Jirand's offering was accepted by the Queen of the Dead. Offering him teachings on Melchoir as had been requested of me by Melchoir himself. Just one of my tasks that with hope will lead to my own redemption. The much bigger one, lurks still. Unattended yet. But then again, my arm is useless to me. I cannot use a sword, so until (if?) it gets better.... (a part of me now hopes that it will not).

[An image of a wooden box, the top inlaid with cut wooden shapes of various shades forming a spiral. It and it's contents buried somewhere, hidden within a forest somewhere in Aagos] No, not by my hand. The echo of words said so long ago when I had hidden it. And now...?