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Dukris Journal Entry #247
9 years ago
>Hey bros., just found another one of Du'Kris' journals.
>For those of you that don't know, Du'Kris is an Orc, coming from another world entirely. Joshua and his aspects took pity on this fellow and spirited him away some time ago. The sad truth is, Du'Kris is the only one of his kind here in Aureas. I can only imagine how isolated he feels.
>While cleaning Du'Kris' room the other day, I happened upon the open pages of this journal, and I couldn't help but take a peek. Yeah, pretty shitty of me, but the big guy barely talks about himself. I just hope I can find something to cheer him up.
>Does that make me a bad guy?
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He is dead.
Raktus, one of our own, is dead. He just suddenly died before my eyes.
His soul was taken away by the gods. They say it was his curse for betraying his own religion.
No, wait, I should start at the beginning. It was a normal afternoon like always. We were told that our adversary was on his way to decimate our current living haven. Of course, why not? We just recently escaped last time from a pair of golems. Why should we ever get a break? Still, we learned the whereabouts of our next Time Gem.
It was within a swirling vortex of death. A huge amalgamation of deceased spirits filled with anger and spite protecting the next shard. Sounds simple, right? Not just that, but the dark dragon was on his way with a legion of his minions to eradicate us. I should have been shaking; I should have been nervous. But I wasn't. I had my friends, my companions, my family with me.
Well, we had to figure out how to get the Time Gem from the death cloud, but to do that we needed to rescue someone first. I figured it was a simple rescue mission. Nothing too difficult. When we got to the location, we found two Mindflayers and a young man locked in a cage. This boy was the son of Father Flor Sez, who asked us to help find his son. We help find his son, we might find a way to get passed the angry spirits. Sure enough, we were victorious.
However, something happened. Raktus, a necromancer bovine, and Michael, a grey guard, suddenly got into a heated argument. Then, without warning, Raktus' body flared up. After that...he just dropped dead. I watched it happen before my very eyes. Apparently, he was cursed. Cursed to die if he ever went against his own dark religion. He paid the price for it. And yet, his soul was taken away by a God of Hedonism. This...voodoo cow, had been blessed by a God of carnal desire!? It makes me so mad! First Ashe, and his blessing of the dragons, being a pet for some divine, golden dragon. Now Raktus is in the care of a caring, lusty god!
I should be happy that he's gone. I mean, he stole away someone that I greatly love and care about. Deep down, I was so gleeful, but seeing Weiss, Raktus' mate, so sad and broken. I couldn't do anything. No one deserves that. This isn't what I wanted. I didn't want this to happen, even if Raktus was a bad person from the start. Even if he tried to change his ways...I just...I can't...
When we returned to Outpost, I went to my room. It was then that They contacted me. Ashe may have his dragons, and Raktus may have his god of Lust; but for me? I have my Gods, the Scions of Creation. The Man in the Mirror, Vanity, spoke to me, whispering that all I need to do was fix time, and then all I needed to do was call out for them. I thought about it, but I couldn't bring myself to do it. They still needed me. Weiss needed me, Gruff needed me, they all still need me. Even if I die, I will continue to fight in a new form, a new shape.
Another God came to speak with me. This one was dressed all in red and smelled of roses. He called himself Desire, and he gave me a fright. There was something sinister about the way he spoke about my companions. I chose not to listen, but still...if it came down to it. Would they love me after all was over?
I shouldn't think too deeply into it. I need to go see how Weiss is doing. Poor bear...I mean, I should be happy that Raktus is gone, because that means I have another chance...but would it really matter? Weiss loved Raktus...but who loves me?
Love is both a powerful weapon, and a poison. It makes you strong, or it makes you inept...
Desire says I should be careful, while Vanity states that I need only to trust myself.
I am tired...I am going to see how Weiss is doing.
>For those of you that don't know, Du'Kris is an Orc, coming from another world entirely. Joshua and his aspects took pity on this fellow and spirited him away some time ago. The sad truth is, Du'Kris is the only one of his kind here in Aureas. I can only imagine how isolated he feels.
>While cleaning Du'Kris' room the other day, I happened upon the open pages of this journal, and I couldn't help but take a peek. Yeah, pretty shitty of me, but the big guy barely talks about himself. I just hope I can find something to cheer him up.
>Does that make me a bad guy?
======================================================================
He is dead.
Raktus, one of our own, is dead. He just suddenly died before my eyes.
His soul was taken away by the gods. They say it was his curse for betraying his own religion.
No, wait, I should start at the beginning. It was a normal afternoon like always. We were told that our adversary was on his way to decimate our current living haven. Of course, why not? We just recently escaped last time from a pair of golems. Why should we ever get a break? Still, we learned the whereabouts of our next Time Gem.
It was within a swirling vortex of death. A huge amalgamation of deceased spirits filled with anger and spite protecting the next shard. Sounds simple, right? Not just that, but the dark dragon was on his way with a legion of his minions to eradicate us. I should have been shaking; I should have been nervous. But I wasn't. I had my friends, my companions, my family with me.
Well, we had to figure out how to get the Time Gem from the death cloud, but to do that we needed to rescue someone first. I figured it was a simple rescue mission. Nothing too difficult. When we got to the location, we found two Mindflayers and a young man locked in a cage. This boy was the son of Father Flor Sez, who asked us to help find his son. We help find his son, we might find a way to get passed the angry spirits. Sure enough, we were victorious.
However, something happened. Raktus, a necromancer bovine, and Michael, a grey guard, suddenly got into a heated argument. Then, without warning, Raktus' body flared up. After that...he just dropped dead. I watched it happen before my very eyes. Apparently, he was cursed. Cursed to die if he ever went against his own dark religion. He paid the price for it. And yet, his soul was taken away by a God of Hedonism. This...voodoo cow, had been blessed by a God of carnal desire!? It makes me so mad! First Ashe, and his blessing of the dragons, being a pet for some divine, golden dragon. Now Raktus is in the care of a caring, lusty god!
I should be happy that he's gone. I mean, he stole away someone that I greatly love and care about. Deep down, I was so gleeful, but seeing Weiss, Raktus' mate, so sad and broken. I couldn't do anything. No one deserves that. This isn't what I wanted. I didn't want this to happen, even if Raktus was a bad person from the start. Even if he tried to change his ways...I just...I can't...
When we returned to Outpost, I went to my room. It was then that They contacted me. Ashe may have his dragons, and Raktus may have his god of Lust; but for me? I have my Gods, the Scions of Creation. The Man in the Mirror, Vanity, spoke to me, whispering that all I need to do was fix time, and then all I needed to do was call out for them. I thought about it, but I couldn't bring myself to do it. They still needed me. Weiss needed me, Gruff needed me, they all still need me. Even if I die, I will continue to fight in a new form, a new shape.
Another God came to speak with me. This one was dressed all in red and smelled of roses. He called himself Desire, and he gave me a fright. There was something sinister about the way he spoke about my companions. I chose not to listen, but still...if it came down to it. Would they love me after all was over?
I shouldn't think too deeply into it. I need to go see how Weiss is doing. Poor bear...I mean, I should be happy that Raktus is gone, because that means I have another chance...but would it really matter? Weiss loved Raktus...but who loves me?
Love is both a powerful weapon, and a poison. It makes you strong, or it makes you inept...
Desire says I should be careful, while Vanity states that I need only to trust myself.
I am tired...I am going to see how Weiss is doing.
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