Evelyn Nightshade’s Private Journal

[Davetopia]

Chapter 3: Forging Destiny

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Journal Entry 15: The Coven of Denath - Witch 

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The days have blurred together like a surreal tapestry, weaving threads of fate and choice into a mosaic of experiences that defy the boundaries of what I once considered possible. As I sit here, in the quietude of my chambers, the weight of these recent events presses upon me, leaving traces of both exhaustion and exhilaration. My Sleepless Eyes Curse, ever faithful to its name, has kept me in a perpetual state of wakefulness, a sentinel of my own thoughts and dreams.

The Denath Coven, a name that held an air of enigma and mystery, now extends its shadows to encompass me. Melione Hiraeth, the Supreme Witch, welcomed me into their fold with a mixture of compassion and wisdom that struck a chord within me. She spoke of a family that transcended borders and affiliations, a family built on trust, cooperation, and mutual support. It's a concept that resonated deeply with me, a reminder of the bonds I've come to cherish with the Mori Coven.

In the small, dimly lit cottage that serves as their haven, I found myself amidst witches of varying backgrounds and origins, all bound by the same principle: to thrive in the shadows, to glean knowledge from the whispers of secrets, and to foster an alliance that transcends the superficial boundaries of nations. As I signed the Book of Bane, I felt a connection not only to Denath, the Dealmaker himself, but also to those who had come before me and those who walked this path beside me.

The ritual that solidified my place in this coven was unlike anything I had experienced before. Essence flowed through the pages of the ancient tome, intertwining with my own as I etched my name into its pages. A tingling sensation coursed through me, a testament to the intertwining of my fate with that of the coven. Melione's words echoed in my mind, her promise of family and happiness a beacon of hope amidst the uncertainties that lay ahead.

And as the ink dried upon the page, so did my connection to the Denath Coven solidify. Yet, there was more than just the bonds of Denath that forged anew. Through the intricate web of relationships, I found myself connected to the Mori Coven as well, a friend of the Mori through their recommendation. It's a connection that reminds me of the power of friendship and alliances in this complex world.

As I set my quill aside and close the pages of this journal, I can't help but feel a surge of anticipation. The path ahead is shrouded in both shadows and light, a journey that will undoubtedly test my resolve and challenge my understanding of magic, fate, and sacrifice. But armed with newfound connections, both old and new, I'm prepared to face whatever challenges come my way.

The coven, a family that spans across borders, and the promise of new horizons await. And amidst the sleepless nights, I find solace in the knowledge that I'm not alone on this journey.

Evelyn Nightshade

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Journal Entry 16: Motherly Figure - Discontent.

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The ever-present tension between exhaustion and duty is beginning to take its toll on me. The hours blend together in a haze of activity, my mind and body locked in a relentless pursuit of progress. I thought I was managing, that I was capable of shouldering this unending burden alone. But tonight, an argument with Scytha revealed the folly of that belief.

It began with a simple suggestion, a well-intentioned plea for me to get some rest. Scytha, ever the voice of reason, implored me to take a break, to allow my weary body and mind a reprieve. But her words, while well-meaning, failed to acknowledge the reality that has gripped me for weeks – the Sleepless Eyes Curse. I felt a spark of irritation, my exhaustion and frustration bubbling to the surface. I snapped back at her, a sharp retort that reflected the pent-up emotions I've been grappling with.

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Looking back, I realize that I was being unfair. Scytha couldn't possibly understand the curse that has shackled me to this sleepless existence, stealing away the solace that sleep should bring. She couldn't fathom the way in which it has turned my nights into an endless cycle of struggle and longing. And yet, in my exhaustion-fueled irritation, I neglected to explain the truth behind my sleeplessness.

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As I pen these words now, the guilt gnaws at me. Scytha is a dear friend, one who has stood by me through countless challenges. To have spoken to her so sharply feels like a betrayal of that bond. And so, I resolve to find a way to mend what has been strained.

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Surprisingly, it seems that fate has a way of granting redemption. Not long after our argument, Scytha approached me with a proposition that left me both stunned and hopeful. She offered to Memory Link herself to me, to project her own experiences and knowledge of witchcraft into my mind. In doing so, she hoped to teach me the ways of a witch without the need for the traditional initiation ritual. It was an unexpected and generous offer, one that speaks volumes about the depth of our friendship.

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Her gesture has ignited a renewed sense of purpose within me. To be given the opportunity to grow, to learn, and to harness the magical energies that lie dormant within me is a gift beyond measure. And as I prepare to step into the world of witchcraft, I find myself fueled by a determination to prove myself. To evolve from the sleep-deprived caterpillar I have been and emerge from this cocoon of challenges as a transformed, empowered butterfly.

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The path ahead is undoubtedly fraught with uncertainty and challenges, but I am resolved to face them head-on. With Scytha's guidance, the support of the Denath Coven, and the promise of newfound magic, I feel as though I am on the cusp of a pivotal transformation.

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As I close this journal entry, I can't help but reflect on the ebb and flow of life's challenges and opportunities. From an argument born of exhaustion to a pledge of mentorship and growth, it's a reminder that even in the darkest moments, there exists the potential for something extraordinary.

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Evelyn Nightshade

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Journal Entry 17: The Mimic - A Conversation

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Today's conversation with Greg was... enlightening, to say the least. We talked about various topics, and of course, I couldn't resist bringing up the mysterious Mimics that I've been curious about for a while now. I mentioned that I thought I might have seen one at the Obelisk, but truth be told, that was a fabrication on my part. I wanted to coax more details out of Greg, hoping he might share some insights about those enigmatic creatures. Unfortunately it seems to have been in vain, as he trailed off into other conversations, clearly steering away from the topic.

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Though he didn’t go above and beyond for his explanation, what he did produce was invaluable information, however limited it may be. He stated that he had even met a few; which I almost don’t believe, as he stated previously they were extinct. Apparently though, Mimics were a thing that have existed across many continents, so it’s unknown at this time if it’s a natural manifestation of Mana being coalesced into making a Mimic, or if it is something unnatural. Hard to tell without picking up a book on them.

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Greg seemed to consider the possibility, mentioning that Meranthe's magical nature could indeed harbor such beings. He's quite knowledgeable, and I appreciate his willingness to share what he knows. It's evident that Mimics are creatures of magic, but to what extent? Supposedly they are harbour goo-like bodies of acidic like goop. That are also capable of Shapeshifting, and taking on the forms of those they can get their hands onto. Has to be some kind of a mana sampling? No idea. Seems like I’m onto something here, that may be connected to my dream - I must keep looking into it.

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During our conversation, he also cautioned me against belittling my caretaker, Scytha, which I appreciated. He reminded me to approach things with more consideration and understanding, and I can't deny that he was right. I might not always see eye to eye with Scytha, but she does care for me, and I should show her the respect she deserves.

Greg also suggested that I involve Scytha in the Mining Drill project, thinking it could serve as a bonding experience between us. I'll admit, I hadn't thought of it that way before. Maybe he's onto something – it might be an opportunity for us to connect in a different way.

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Our conversation took a turn towards Greg's own experiences and his role in wars, as well as his crafting endeavors. It's always interesting to hear about the lives of others in this realm, and Greg has his own unique stories to share. I admire his ability to find solace in crafting and his willingness to adapt to new roles, even when they're not what he initially expected.

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As the conversation drew to a close, I found myself appreciating these moments of calm and connection. Greg's right – amidst the chaos and rush of life, it's important to slow down and cherish these interactions. It's easy to get caught up in the endless cycle of tasks and progress, but sometimes, just talking about different things can be a valuable and meaningful experience.

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In the end, today's conversation reminded me of the importance of genuine interactions, of listening and learning from others. It also highlighted that honesty is essential, even if my initial intentions weren't entirely genuine. I'm grateful for the insights Greg shared, and I'll continue to learn and grow from these conversations, one step at a time.

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— Evelyn

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Journal Entry 18:  The Impromptu Skirmish.
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An eventful day unfolded within the borders of Crimson Keep and Skarnfell, one that would become etched in memory for its unexpected twists and moments of intensity. It all began with a sense of unease that prickled at the edges of my awareness, a gnawing intuition that led me to investigate the outskirts of our territories. Whilst out for a walk, I came across a clash between multiple individuals against a few Lesser and Greater Demons. Later they were recognized as TAG. Rushing back to Skarnfall, I informed Lord Eranath, Vienna, Scytha, Lady Ustera and a fellow whose name escapes me at the moment, joined me on this impromptu mission to cease this invasion of their lands.
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As we ventured deeper into the woods, we stumbled upon a fierce battle unfolding before us. A woman, who would later be revealed as Elvyn Alinteau, a high-ranking figure within TAG that had assisted in destroying the Obelisk of The End. She clashed with a formidable opponent - a recently evolved Greater Demon named Anha'Kani. The clash of their powers crackled in the air, creating an aura of tension that was impossible to ignore.
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Swiftly assessing the situation, it became apparent that Anha'Kani was at a disadvantage. Elvyn's attacks were relentless, and it seemed as though the Greater Demon was on the brink of defeat. The balance shifted further when Elvyn delivered a crushing blow, a gash imbued with Holy Magics that cut across Anha'Kani's chest. The battle was intense, and as the tide turned against the Greater Demon, the situation became increasingly dire.
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Lord Eranath stepped forward and challenged Elvyn, and soon after others joined in the fighting. For a time, it almost appeared as a free for all, as Demon and Human alike fought together and against each other. The area became almost leveled by the skirmish, as the powers of the arcane soared through the undergrowth and trees. Flames amassed, and the damage spread. This - while I did not directly involve myself in the fighting. Was my first taste of what war looked like.
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In the midst of the chaos, I made a decision to tactically retreat from the battlefield. With the arrival of other powerful individuals, the odds would be better if I was supporting. Instead, I focused my efforts on aiding the wounded on our side. Starting with Anha'Kani. Flying across the now live-fire skirmish field, I began to tend to the injured Greater Demon. Who - may I add was greatful. So that's a start. I carefully tended to the grievous wound inflicted by Elvyn. Following the lessons learned in Demonology class, I donned the appropriate gloves and coated the wound with a cloth to collect the demon's blood.
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Stitch by stitch, I worked to close the wound, ensuring the stitches were tight and secure. With precision, I overpowered the Holy Magics that leaked from the wound, preventing further harm. The final touch involved placing the blood-soaked cloth back onto the wound, knowing that demons possess the unique ability to absorb the mana from their own blood to accelerate regeneration.
My efforts didn't stop there. Equipped with potions, I moved among the wounded, distributing the much-needed elixirs to aid their recovery. The atmosphere remained charged with tension, but the unity among those who fought on our side was undeniable. Seemed like we won, though the tables kept turning. But, our enemies slipped away - shame.
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As the day drew to a close, and the echoes of battle faded, a sense of accomplishment mingled with the lingering unease. The events of this day served as a reminder of the ever-present challenges that surround us, but also the strength that arises when allies come together in the face of adversity. In the end, the bonds forged in moments like these hold the promise of brighter days ahead.
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Evelyn Nightshade

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Journal Entry 19: 2-A Large Stone Golem Blueprints - Mei’Ria’s Request.

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Today was a day that I could hardly believe had come to pass. An opportunity that has the potential to change the very foundations of not only the Crimson Keep but also Skarnfel itself. I find myself in possession of a piece of parchment, carefully rolled up, containing instructions for the construction of a 2-A Large Stone Golem. The significance of this document cannot be overstated, for it holds the key to creating a powerful and versatile entity that can shape the very destiny of our lands.

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The source of this incredible revelation was none other than Mei'Ria, the Demon Elemental known as the Lord of Truth. As we stood in the quarters of the Skarnfel Demon King, surrounded by an aura of arcane energy, Mei'Ria presented me with this instruction sheet. It seems that the Lord of Truth himself has aspirations to possess such a golem, a testament to the depth of his ambition and his thirst for knowledge.

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As I gazed upon the parchment, my mind raced with possibilities. The construction of a 2-A Large Stone Golem is a complex endeavor that requires not only skill but also resources beyond my current reach. I am well aware that I am not yet well-versed in the ways of mass manufacturing on this scale, but the thought of having a workshop dedicated to such pursuits is invigorating. The idea of creating a Manufactorium, a place where innovation and creativity can flourish, fills me with excitement and determination.

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The journey ahead will be challenging, but I am resolute in my pursuit. With the guidance of this instruction sheet and the support of my allies, I am determined to see this endeavor through. The potential of a Magitech-Golem Hybrid, a creation that combines the power of magic and technology, is too tantalizing to ignore. I can only imagine the feats that such a construct could achieve, and the impact it could have on the world around us.

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So, as I hold this parchment in my hands, I am filled with a sense of purpose and eagerness. The path ahead is uncertain, but with unwavering determination, I will tread it and work towards bringing this ambitious vision to life. The thought of contributing something of such magnitude to our community, to Skarnfel, to the Crimson Keep, is a dream that propels me forward. And so, I shall embark on this new chapter with hope, excitement, and a resolute heart.

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Evelyn Nightshade

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Journal Entry 20: The Witches Sabbath - Essence Absorption.

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A night of mystique and power unfolded as I found myself once again within the secluded confines of a cabin in the woods, a place that has become a nexus of arcane energies and secrets. This gathering was no ordinary one; it was a Coven Sabbath Ritual, a ceremony that brought together individuals from different walks of life under the shared banner of our magical heritage. The air was charged with anticipation, and as I stepped into the cabin, I felt a mixture of excitement and reverence that seemed to permeate every corner of the room.

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The participants of this ritual were a diverse group, each with their own stories and aspirations. There was Selany, the venerable Supreme of the Denath Coven, a figure whose wisdom and experience were evident in her every word and gesture. Her presence commanded respect, and her aura exuded a sense of authority that was both awe-inspiring and comforting.

Beside her stood a figure who I initially mistook for Scytha, only to realize that this was the intriguing entity known as Celes. Clad in a disguise, Celes held an air of mystery and intrigue, leaving me curious about her true identity and intentions. Her presence, though enigmatic, added an element of complexity to the gathering.

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Another attendee was a young man whose name eludes me at the moment, but whose demeanor exuded a sense of determination and purpose. Despite his relatively young age, he carried himself with confidence, as if he had already weathered trials that tested his mettle.

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Lastly, an elderly lady, who chose not to introduce herself, completed the group. Her presence carried an air of quiet strength, and her silence seemed to hold a wisdom that was born from a lifetime of experiences.

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The centerpiece of the ritual was the spoken language - the Fallen Angel Tongue. As the incantations flowed from our lips, the atmosphere transformed, charged with a potent energy that connected us to realms beyond our own. It was as if the words themselves were imbued with power, carrying our intentions and desires to the heavens.

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The culmination of the ritual was the absorption of essence, a process that connected us to the wellspring of magical energy that surrounds us. Each participant absorbed the equivalent of four vials of essence, a profound exchange that left us invigorated and attuned to the currents of magic that course through the world.

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As I left the cabin that night, I carried with me a sense of fulfillment and wonder. The Coven Sabbath Ritual had not only deepened my connection to the Denath Coven but also to the broader web of magic that binds us all. It was a night of unity, of shared purpose, and of the realization that together, we are part of something greater than ourselves.

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Evelyn Nightshade

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Journal Entry 21: Discussion On The Occult.

After the Sabbath, life in Skarnfel felt odd to me - I can't quite put my finger on it. Like I am more powerful now, but also - dependent? Whatever the case, life continues to weave a tapestry of unique encounters and unexpected connections. Today, I had the honor of meeting a newcomer to our realm, Merrett lux Rosethorne, a noble whose origins remain shrouded in mystery. His presence, though unfamiliar, carried an air of intrigue and resilience that piqued my curiosity.

As fate would have it, Merrett found himself in need of aid due to a head injury. Upon learning of his situation, my determination to assist was unwavering. With a promise to craft a Trauma Kit specifically tailored to his needs, I retreated to my workshop within the confines of Princess Hemwick's residence. Focused and intent on the task at hand, I crafted not one, but two Trauma Kits, ensuring that Merrett would have the means to address his injuries should the need arise.

Returning to his side, I presented him with the Trauma Kits without any expectations of compensation. It has become increasingly clear that my role within Skarnfel is evolving into a nurturing and maternal one, a position I'm more than willing to embrace. Every gesture, every act of assistance, is driven by the desire to ensure the safety and well-being of those around me.

In the course of our conversation, Merrett expressed a curiosity about Death Magic, a subject that is as elusive as it is powerful. Although my knowledge on the matter is limited, I shared what little I knew, hoping that my insights might be of some assistance to him.

Our exchange continued, touching upon various aspects of our roles in life and the paths that fate has woven for us. There's a certain solace in conversing with fellow inhabitants of Skarnfel, individuals who understand the complexities of this realm and the struggles that accompany it.

As the conversation drew to a close, my yearning for knowledge called me away. The tome of Sanitas beckons, a project that holds the potential to unlock secrets of great significance. Even though Sanitas himself has departed, his legacy lives on within his work. With determination burning within me, I set out to delve into the pages of his tome, driven by the desire to learn, to grow, and to contribute to the tapestry of Skarnfel's ever-evolving narrative.

Evelyn Nightshade

Journal Entry 22: Embracing the Unfamiliar

Today was a day that carried unexpected turns, a departure from the norm that I had grown accustomed to. The sunlit path I tread upon led me to the Skarnfel ritual fields, a place often filled with mystic energy and the echoes of countless stories. It was here that I found myself engaging in combat, a realm I had not ventured into willingly before. The arena was a stage where Selkie Joe, a Siren teenager whose heart emanates kindness, and I met as both allies and opponents.

Our clash was one of elements and skills, a dance of power and strategy. Occult energies intertwined with Cosmic forces against Unarmed techniques and Water manipulation. The battle flowed with an intensity that awakened dormant instincts within me. Surprisingly, I found myself performing better than my own expectations. The matches were fierce, each round a testament to our determination. I emerged victorious in the first, came close in the second before the scales tipped, and seized victory again in the third. The echoes of combat resonated in the air, and for once, I felt the presence of the Hel Sigil on my shoulder, as if it acknowledged and approved of my combative efforts.

After the battles concluded and the adrenaline subsided, Ryker, a fellow inhabitant of Skarnfel, beckoned me over. We engaged in a whispered conversation, sharing thoughts on the future of Crimson Keep and the enigmatic Hel Tree. Our words flowed with a certain resonance, a shared understanding of the tasks that lie ahead. Amidst our discussion, the absence of Princess Hemwick, a figure of great importance, arose. With assurance, I conveyed that her absence was a temporary state, her well-being intact despite her current unavailability.

Ryker's enthusiasm for the development of the Hel Tree was palpable, a testament to his dedication to Skarnfel's growth and transformation. As we conversed, I couldn't help but feel a sense of unity, of individuals joined in their pursuits to shape the realm we call home.

Today was a departure from my usual endeavors, a venture into combat and candid conversations. It reminded me that within the tapestry of Skarnfel's ever-evolving narrative, there are opportunities to explore new facets of ourselves, to forge connections, and to contribute to a shared journey of growth.

Evelyn.