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[Imryrr Armunn]

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I am Imryrr Armunn. Daughter of Tarothin Armunn. I live in this this town called Dark Cove in lands far away from where I was born. This town is small now, but it has Order. This town will grow and so will the Order. Physically I am equivilent to a nine year old human child. Mentally, I am far ahead for my age.
Armunn Keep is now my home. I met family that seemed distant and of no concern to me. No concern until recently. Very few have earned my respect in my short life yet the people here in the military are different from most that I have met, especially those to whom I call my uncles. They are kind and direct towards me. I am not sure how to describe this feeling I have for them but I think it may come close to a feeling of kinship, almost like that I share with my brother, Daerauko.
At first I was not happy with this land. Only being here with father made it seem worthwhile. I am of a different opinion now. I see potential. Not just for Dark Cove, but for an Order of a great magnitude. A Dark Order. My father has the wisedom and skill to succeed and I hope that one day soon I might fight at his side to help in this creation of order. It is nearly inconceivable to me how so many weak individuals can control so much here and not have been wiped out by now. It was only a matter of time before a sinister threat such as the Ebon Skull struck out against them. And still, they learn nothing.

In my own learnings I am at a stand still in an area of rank and respect. One of the officers treated me as a servant this evening and then acted like a child, calling me names. I responded no better however. I sought to put him in his place but it was myself that was put in place. Father has never spoken harshly to me before tonight. He demanded I am to show respect to the officers of the Dark Order, when earlier today he told me I only had to respect those who treated me with respect. I am very confused.

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*written in a drooping handwritting, some words slanting downwards, almost unreadable*

Everyone treats me as a baby. I am no baby. Even father makes references to my being too young to join the ranks of the militia. I may be small of body but my mind is superior to most so called adults. Beowulf needs his tongue slit out and made to swallow it whole. He is the immature one. Not me. He will learn. He will learn not to make an enemy of me.

I drank much this night. A bad move on my part. My uncles Maximus and Beldon showed me this error on my judgement and other mistakes I have been making. They are odd men, but their experience has brought them a wisedom that I should and will heed in the future. They want me to rely on them. I almost feel that I can. I will do better.

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*The handwritting is clear and precise now*

It is late in the morning. I don't know what to write because I don't know what I'm feeling. Ashamed?

I don't remember much of last night and the ales have made me very ill this day. I vaguely remember Uncle Beldon seeing me home safely. I think father's morning entrance into the room awakened me. His face was the first thing I saw this morning. He looked down at me with a dissapointment in his eyes that I have not seen before. He shook his head with this same look in his eyes but said nothing. He only walked out quietly.
There is a lump of bile in my throat, but I don't think it is from the drink. I don't like the look he gave me or how it makes me feel. I really should think more on what my uncles said last night and start putting it into practice. Maybe then father will look at me once again with pride.

Beowulf will still learn his lesson. But it will be on my terms and my own time.
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~Imryrr Armunn~