Journal Fragments Shoved Between The Bricks
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Title: %journal fragments%
Author: Adreus the Sage
%This is a decayed journal that has been shoved between the bricks above a deadman's corpse, many passages are lost%
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This so called 'host' is hungry, this is all my fault.
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I should ask for help, probably from the King, but it would only highlight my own incompetance. I should handle this myself.
For the sake of posterity, should anyone find this book...
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When I was a young man, I said the word at the magical brazier just inside Deceit, upon the Isle of snow.
Never did I imagine such a thing would be released from it!
This thing... calls itself "The Host" as if it is his world, and we are his guests... and his dinner. The Hose is ravenous, It's hunger is never filled...
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Kill it's shell, and it simple returns to the Brazier, waiting to be released again. The cycle returns.
I have killed so many trying to end this being, were they still themselves? Trapped in their own bodies while the host played their bodies like puppets? No, I cannot think that way, they are gone, they were dead already.
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I found him again, this time in Britain, he is masqurading as ain innkeeper! Murdering the guests in their sleep and eating their corpses as always...
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The cycle continues, I have found him, and now I have work to do, I will rent a room and wait for him in my room.
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He recognized me!
I am in a dark place, I do not know where, daemons around me. This is not deceit.
I used my ring, a single wish, an heirloom from the first age. A single wish, held in secret for generations of my family.
I had to use it, otherwise my dead was certain!
"I wish for a doorway to escape this place!"
Poorly worded, my wish is wasted. I am chained to this wall, and cannot walk through this doorway, I can only look, longinly, waiting for my death.
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The Ravenous Host is in Britannia, he will devour us all if he is allowed.
Kill his shell, and find his soul at the Brazier.
The words are: "Astra inclinant, sed non obligant."
This is my end.
Goodbye.