[This Log is mostly for me to write stuff out for Svar/acts as a portion of her journal, this is not something for IC use, while published in character it is not public.]
Captain's Log 8: The Trench.
Section 1: Lonely
It's been a few weeks since my first venture into the Ruins of Forgeheart. While I'm not happy with how things turned out originally... I still have the artifact in my hands, and the title Father allowed me to claim. At first, the atmosphere was joyful since I managed to reach Oracle but... It seems like the excitement has died down. I wanted to celebrate with some close friends, but I haven't seen Tyr, nor Hazel for weeks. I think they're either dead, or left like most people on this damn island.
...It gets a bit lonely.
I'm still reeling from the Lieweaver's comment, though i'm slowly getting back into things. I wanted to gut Richard then and there if it weren't for the aneurysm. Our domains touch, so it's not surprising that I might run into him in the future... Ugh. I don't even want to think about him bringing that up the next time we talk. He acts polite, but the barbs are there. I'm not the smartest of my siblings, but I can at least tell when sarcasm's there. He knows that I cant do anything about it, though. I owe him a favor for healing me after all. Whatever. I'm ranting. I'll write more in the next section.
Section 2: General Feelings
I've spent more time down in the Trench lately. It's strangely... Cathartic? Maybe it's the curse in my system, or maybe It's because I've been drawn here since the start. It's an odd feeling. At first I was scared, but now...? It seems like the crushing pressure feels like home. That, or an old memory. It's been some time since I've visited the Theuban Harbor, but this place gives me the same crawling feeling I had then. The monsters, and the drowned down here almost seem like faithful believers though. That blind faith... I admire it. There's few so willing to throw everything away for their God. Too few that put everything on the table, or have that sort of obsession. Even though I have to forcefully wrench their prayers out of rotted hands, I admire them. I'll deliver them to the Lord when I can, and feed Father's domain. But for now my focus lies on the deepest part of the Trench, and the ritual.
Section 3: The Beast
....The Leviathan hates me, that isn't even a question. Most beasts down here are smart, true. But... It's eyes have always been the most clear of the bunch. Rage, Desperation, Envy. I saw it all in those damn orbs every time I moved to shoot it down. For days now, I've been it's only visitor. It's only killer. Things never die as they should in this trench- and it shows. There was something new in those eyes today though, Recognition. I ripped him apart again after noticing, hopefully... Hopefully this time, he stays down a bit longer. But I don't think he will.
Section 4: Preparation.
The preparation for the ritual is going smoothly by the looks of things. The materials are prepared, as well as old relics from the bygone era. The Iron Crown being among them. It's... Odd. I never thought I'd offer up my Homeland's crown to my God. I'm not weeping over it, though. It's nothing compared to the one Father gave me back then. I have to change, and meet his expectations. That's all I can do. Father has yet to choose his 'Claw', so I will have to act the part.
Section 5: Reflection.
...I need to go deeper. My flesh is too fragile for it right now, but when I manage to shed my skin... I need to reach further into the abyss. To bring more to the surface. Whatever is coming, Father needs more influence to handle it. I know that he cares little for Templehelm, but as he's said before... We are not completely separate from the surface. I will not allow Planu, nor the sired to conquer him again. I cannot. When I get the chance, I'll attempt to speak to the cultists. They have been in that trench far longer than I. Though for now... I'll settle on speaking with Sel'tharin. Frankie and Sam think something is off with him, and I'm inclined to agree. I'm curious to see why he wants these rare relics. I'll wait until after I've finished the ritual and grown comfortable, though.
....Hopefully, I can feel more comfortable in this new skin compared to my current one.
