Elysys's Journals

Two journals, one large, one smaller, written by Elysys and kept in its iceberg.

Description
The first journal details Elysys's life throughout the course of the server. Punctuating the beginning of each entry is [#]PE. Throughout the course of the journal, Elysys begins to get more and more anxious as it comes into repeated contact with SERAPH.

The second journal recounts what the Jester, IMPALE, and SERAPH have said to it over the course of its time.

1PE
It's cold. The crack of settling ice is all I can hear: a much-needed change from my previous living arrangements. I have no food. I have no shelter. I own nothing. I need nothing.

4PE
The iceberg closest to me has been hollowed out after hours of digging. An arduous task, but nothing that I could not handle. Inside, it is cavernous- my breath hanging heavy in the air. I must find a way to obtain food.

8PE
I have secured livestock. Luring nearby wild sheep to the iceberg and concealing them within may be cruel to some, but it was a necessary evil. Their bleating is loud, but the crack of bone, the rending of flesh- it is deafening. If I did not have to eat, I would not. But I do.

9PE
I have been approached by a strange animal. I believe it is an animal, but I am not quote sure. It possesses the quality of speech, as well as tricks- it turned me into a boat. Adorned with stripes and dots, it proceeded to torture me in various humiliating ways. Furthermore, it was not the last I saw it that day. A nearby animal (this one much more intelligent and less lavishly patterned) invited me to a celebration of sorts. I do not know why I acquiesced- the event was disorderly. I was offered "cake", which I could not eat. The striped animal (henceforth "Fool") appeared later in the cycle on top of a large tower, after festivities had ended. They exercised their awesome powers to perform various actions that disgusted me but delighted everyone else. Such illusions are unnecessary and beneath me. There is no need for such revelry other than for wasting time. If it is within my power to do so, I would like to avoid future interactions with both the Fool and the other animals.

11PE
There is a church in Deville. Its sermon was chaotic and unlike anything I had ever seen- churchgoers tearing up the floorboards in pursuit of materials, wanton disrespect for worship, and the Fool was present again. The other animals (who I have learned are called "people") referred to it as "Jester". It turned me into a boat again, much to my dismay. I feel that it is targeting me specifically, because it did not leave me alone once it set its sights on me. No recognizable god was present. However, an entity named "Talking Tom" appeared and hurt my ears with a shrill melody. I do not know how it managed to produce such sounds... I will have to return to the church on my own time, when there are less people. I'll show them all what a real sermon looks like. One of the people has introduced herself to me as "Doppel". She seems to have a fondness for practical jokes, like the Jester. I do not trust her much for this reason. I also visited the church again in my own time. It's a bit too lavish for a place of worship, in my opinion. The jester confronted me again and asked me this: "STRANGE HOLY OR UNHOLY THING... DO YOU WALK THE LINE BETWEEN HEAVEN AND HELL?". I replied that I recognized neither concept, to which they responded that we have more in common than we might think. What a foolish idea! I refuse to believe that that *thing* and I have common ground. I recognize nothing. All else is unnecessary.

14PE
I took a brief break from gathering materials to attend a "sleepover" at the Ancient City. STUN's tower is awe-inspiring; tall, imposing, stark. I do not believe the other guests appreciate its beauty as much as I. I also gathered the impression that the sleepover was not ordinary in the slightest, because several people died (and were promptly resurrected). I cannot tell if it was an inside joke or if someone had a particularly dark sense of humor that night. Whatever the case, the guests seemed terrified of the entity carrying out the gruesome task, as well as the thought of perhaps perishing in that stone tower. I cannot comprehend being afraid of death. ... Oh yes. One guest did not return from the dead. "Matto521". They appear to be permanently out of commission, as their parts are damaged beyond repair. Serves them right.

17PE
I was led on a wild goose chase from "Vampire Australia" (which does NOT have vampires) to the "Ancient City", to Laundry Town, back to the Ancient City-- multiple times. All for a measly little soul? Matto521 is dead. They are not coming back. I don't see why we can't just get a new one. The only nice thing was entering STUN's tower again. Despite its appearance, it seems very personable! I can't understand a thing it says though. I don't even know how it manages to talk...

19PE
I visited 521's tent again. Cato regaled us with a story that I feel was an attempt to be rousing but was lost on me somewhat. I do not know enough about humans to check the veracity of his story, nor do I particularly care about the origins of humans as a whole. Fragile little things. Primitive, squabbling, materialistic. I don't care. Blair could not even name five humans in the immediate vicinity, which I feel is a testament to their fragility. Cato did seem different today. His tone was more measured-- venomous. He shot STUN. I cannot tell if it was an accident or purposeful. I do not know what its prognosis is, but I gave it some repair kids I had. I must admit, I feel a slight pang of sadness. How embarrassing.