Post by John C. on Jul 18, 2012 10:57:23 GMT -5
Romero Journal Entry, Page 3,417
I found a journal today while inspecting newly acquired property in the Reservoir District. I had the Chachik script translated by a close friend. Let me just say, I do not wish to be this Klik'riq fellow as I remember the incident.
A very rough sketch of this individual perhaps, or perhaps its owner, was inserted inside.
One day I should hope to meet this Krik'kik fellow. He probably has some amazing stories of the arena, gambling on which is a newly acquired hobby of mine.
Sketch: skydrive.live.com/redir?resid=525746348736F176!2068&authkey=!AF-xoQmEzACfo9I
I found a journal today while inspecting newly acquired property in the Reservoir District. I had the Chachik script translated by a close friend. Let me just say, I do not wish to be this Klik'riq fellow as I remember the incident.
A very rough sketch of this individual perhaps, or perhaps its owner, was inserted inside.
One day I should hope to meet this Krik'kik fellow. He probably has some amazing stories of the arena, gambling on which is a newly acquired hobby of mine.
Translated Krik'kik Journal Entry, Page 47
Klik'riq! That damnable Klik'riq. It was his blasted thievery that got him kicked out of the clutch, and now he has doomed all of us because of his continued stupidity. Stealing that water from the City Reservoir was idiocy. Why not the merchants from the Sages' Square or Palm Court! He knows the Temple of the House runs the reservoir. He knows High Consort Kahalya punishes water theft severely.
Half the clutch is being rounded up, all if they can find us. My family, friends, all being rounded up and thrown into the arena, toys for the Shadow King. So many deaths will come. So many unnecessary deaths. Klik'riq!
-translated inserted tattered page on Nibenay parchment-
I have longed for my journal. I have longed to express my rage at my fate. I have longed to express my hated towards a fellow Thri'kreen.
Translated Krik'kik Journal Entry, Page 771
My fighting skills have served me well but I have ache. It is an odd feeling to feel blessed being sold as a slave. But, I live to serve again. Maybe that will be enough. Maybe the clutch can start anew.
Translated Krik'kik Journal Entry, Page 784
The clutch, disbanded. My home, gone. My family, gone. Klik'riq!
Klik'riq! That damnable Klik'riq. It was his blasted thievery that got him kicked out of the clutch, and now he has doomed all of us because of his continued stupidity. Stealing that water from the City Reservoir was idiocy. Why not the merchants from the Sages' Square or Palm Court! He knows the Temple of the House runs the reservoir. He knows High Consort Kahalya punishes water theft severely.
Half the clutch is being rounded up, all if they can find us. My family, friends, all being rounded up and thrown into the arena, toys for the Shadow King. So many deaths will come. So many unnecessary deaths. Klik'riq!
-translated inserted tattered page on Nibenay parchment-
I have longed for my journal. I have longed to express my rage at my fate. I have longed to express my hated towards a fellow Thri'kreen.
Translated Krik'kik Journal Entry, Page 771
My fighting skills have served me well but I have ache. It is an odd feeling to feel blessed being sold as a slave. But, I live to serve again. Maybe that will be enough. Maybe the clutch can start anew.
Translated Krik'kik Journal Entry, Page 784
The clutch, disbanded. My home, gone. My family, gone. Klik'riq!
Sketch: skydrive.live.com/redir?resid=525746348736F176!2068&authkey=!AF-xoQmEzACfo9I