Galena 18th, in the Year of Myth 11
I still can't write about it. After those events though, I salvaged two very sturdy looking iron shields to strap to my arms. Hopefully these will help stop me from getting bowled over. The No-face found a mail shirt that fit him, though I can't say he's needed one before. Bizarrely, after putting it on, the first thing he did was to leap into the middle of a bunch of large fish in a river. He provoked them and let them swarm over him for hours, then just climbed back out, calm as ever. Maybe he was testing the armor?
Today, we wandered southwards, killing and maiming many animals. He made me attack a large school of fish in a river this morning, and they were no small fish either, but with my shields I managed to kill them to No-face's satisfaction. Or whatever he feels. There was also this great big snake, Anaconda I think, that attacked us, and with quick thinking, I ended it quickly.
I don't know how he feels about my curtailing his cruelty, the only reaction he had was to pause before his usual tearing out the contents of the skull.
We also met three alligators in another river, and they stood little better chance.
Here we have found a strange littering of many skeletons, where Noface stops for some reason. I'll take this time to write a journal for today, and maybe finish it tonight. The bones are strange, looking like alligators and some kind of giant rodent.
cont'd...
More animals killings, another anaconda, many rattlesnakes, a falcon. I grow weary.
Galena 19th, in the Year of Myth 11
The animals. The animals. The violence. No reason. I weary. Too much.
Too much.
Galena 20th, in the Year of Myth 11
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Galena 21st, in the Year of Myth 11
Freedom. Yes. Escape. Yes. I must. Animals, always makes me chase the animals. I'll chase them, yes, chase them far. A pretense. Far, further and further from him until he can't find me, then I only chase, only kill when I want. Maybe never kill again.
....Yes, plan working, out of sight, he's far away, on other bank now, chase falcon, falcon leads to freedom. I'm going to be fr
Galena 22nd, in the Year of Myth 11
O the vile winds! Damnation! I thought I had escaped. I thought I had freed myself. But just as I was almost out of his reach, the world went black and I found myself at his side again, as if in some ghastly blink of the gods' eyes. And now, something changes in the way he looks at me, and he makes my very faith in Painting weaken!
We are at the foot of mountains now, and I think that the Noface's purpose may be near.