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What follows are Johanna Stonesthrows personal notes, preserved here for posterity
These writings are done free hand in a black ink pen, on separate sheets of a fairly precious vellum script-it's likely she took these materials from her home before she left.
ℐ'𝓿𝒆 𝓪𝓵𝔀𝓪𝔂𝓼 𝓫𝒆𝒆𝓷 𝓽𝓱𝒆 𝓼𝓸𝓻𝓽 𝓽𝓸 𝓬𝓸𝓶𝓶𝓲𝓽 𝓶𝔂 𝓽𝓱𝓸𝓾𝓰𝓱𝓽𝓼 𝓽𝓸 𝓹𝓪𝓹𝒆𝓻. ℐ 𝒇𝓲𝓷𝓭 𝔂𝓸𝓾 𝓬𝓪𝓷 𝓵𝒆𝓪𝓻𝓷 𝓽𝓱𝓲𝓷𝓰𝓼, 𝔀𝓱𝒆𝓷 𝓵𝓸𝓸𝓴𝓲𝓷𝓰 𝓫𝓪𝓬𝓴 𝓸𝓿𝒆𝓻 𝔀𝓱𝓪𝓽 𝔂𝓸𝓾 𝔀𝓻𝓸𝓽𝒆 𝓲𝓷 𝓽𝓱𝒆 𝓱𝒆𝓪𝓽 𝓸𝒇 𝓽𝓱𝒆 𝓶𝓸𝓶𝒆𝓷𝓽. 𝓐𝓷𝓭, 𝓽𝓱𝒆𝓻𝒆'𝓼 𝓪𝓵𝔀𝓪𝔂𝓼 𝓽𝓱𝒆 𝓪𝓷𝓰𝓵𝒆 𝓸𝒇 𝓪 𝓼𝓬𝓱𝓸𝓵𝓪𝓻 𝓸𝒇 𝓱𝓲𝓼𝓽𝓸𝓻𝔂 𝓼𝓾𝓬𝓱 𝓪𝓼 𝓶𝔂𝓼𝒆𝓵𝒇 𝓬𝓪𝓷 𝓼𝓾𝓹𝓹𝓸𝓻𝓽-𝓹𝒆𝓸𝓹𝓵𝒆 𝔀𝓱𝓸 𝓬𝓸𝓶𝒆 𝓪𝒇𝓽𝒆𝓻 𝓶𝒆 𝔀𝓲𝓵𝓵 𝔀𝓪𝓷𝓽 𝓽𝓸 𝓴𝓷𝓸𝔀 𝓸𝒇 𝓶𝔂 𝓪𝓭𝓿𝒆𝓷𝓽𝓾𝓻𝒆𝓼, 𝓪𝓷𝓭 𝔀𝓱𝓪𝓽 ℐ 𝓼𝓪𝔀, 𝔀𝓱𝓪𝓽 ℐ 𝒆𝔁𝓹𝒆𝓻𝓲𝒆𝓷𝓬𝒆𝓭. ℋ𝓸𝔀 𝓶𝓪𝓷𝔂 𝓽𝓲𝓶𝒆𝓼 𝓱𝓪𝓿𝒆 ℐ 𝔀𝓲𝓼𝓱𝒆𝓭, 𝓽𝓸 𝓰𝓲𝓿𝒆 𝓪 𝓰𝓸𝓸𝓭 𝒆𝔁𝓪𝓶𝓹𝓵𝒆, 𝓽𝓱𝓪𝓽 𝓐𝓻𝓲𝓫𝒆𝓽𝓱 𝓭𝒆 𝓣𝔂𝓵𝓶𝓪𝓻𝓪𝓷𝓭𝒆 𝓶𝓲𝓰𝓱𝓽 𝓱𝓪𝓿𝒆 𝓫𝒆𝒆𝓷 𝓪 𝓵𝓲𝓽𝓽𝓵𝒆 𝓵𝒆𝓼𝓼 𝓽𝒆𝓻𝓼𝒆 𝓲𝓷 𝓱𝒆𝓻 𝓸𝔀𝓷 𝓳𝓸𝓾𝓻𝓷𝓪𝓵𝓼 𝓪𝓫𝓸𝓾𝓽 𝓱𝒆𝓻 𝓸𝔀𝓷 𝒇𝒆𝒆𝓵𝓲𝓷𝓰𝓼? ℐ𝒇 𝓼𝓱𝒆 𝓱𝓪𝓭 𝓳𝓾𝓼𝓽 𝓪𝓵𝓵𝓸𝔀𝒆𝓭 𝓪 𝓵𝓲𝓽𝓽𝓵𝒆 𝓶𝓸𝓻𝒆 𝓸𝒇 𝓱𝒆𝓻𝓼𝒆𝓵𝒇 𝓲𝓷 𝔀𝓻𝓲𝓽𝓲𝓷𝓰, 𝓱𝓲𝓼𝓽𝓸𝓻𝔂𝓼 𝓿𝒆𝓻𝓭𝓲𝓬𝓽 𝓶𝓲𝓰𝓱𝓽 𝓵𝒆𝓼𝓼 𝓱𝓪𝓻𝓼𝓱... ℐ𝓷 𝓪𝓷𝔂 𝓬𝓪𝓼𝒆, ℐ'𝓿𝒆 𝓭𝒆𝓬𝓲𝓭𝒆𝓭 𝓲𝓽'𝓼 𝓫𝒆𝓼𝓽 𝓽𝓸 𝔀𝓻𝓲𝓽𝒆 𝓭𝓸𝔀𝓷 𝓶𝔂 𝓸𝔀𝓷 𝒆𝔁𝓹𝒆𝓻𝓲𝒆𝓷𝓬𝒆𝓼. ℐ 𝓱𝓪𝓿𝒆 𝓷𝓸 𝓭𝓸𝓾𝓫𝓽 ℐ 𝔀𝓲𝓵𝓵 𝓫𝒆𝓬𝓸𝓶𝒆 𝓪 𝒇𝓪𝓶𝓸𝓾𝓼 𝓦𝓲𝔃𝓪𝓻𝓭 𝓸𝓷𝒆 𝓭𝓪𝔂, 𝓪𝓷𝓭 𝓶𝔂 𝔀𝓻𝓲𝓽𝓲𝓷𝓰𝓼 𝔀𝓲𝓵𝓵 𝓫𝒆 𝓹𝓻𝓲𝔃𝒆𝓭...𝓫𝓾𝓽, 𝓪𝓼 𝓢𝓱𝒆𝓲𝓵𝓪 𝓸𝒇𝓽𝒆𝓷 𝓻𝒆𝓶𝓲𝓷𝓭𝓼 𝓶𝒆, '𝓸𝓷𝒆 𝓭𝓪𝔂' 𝓲𝓼 𝓼𝓽𝓲𝓵𝓵 𝓪 𝓿𝒆𝓻𝔂 𝓵𝓸𝓷𝓰 𝓽𝓲𝓶𝒆 𝓪𝔀𝓪𝔂...
ℐ'𝓶 𝔀𝓻𝓲𝓽𝓲𝓷𝓰 𝓽𝓱𝓲𝓼 𝓫𝔂 𝓬𝓪𝓶𝓹𝒇𝓲𝓻𝒆 𝓵𝓲𝓰𝓱𝓽-𝓪𝒇𝓽𝒆𝓻 𝓪 𝓺𝓾𝓪𝓲𝓷𝓽 𝓭𝓲𝓷𝓷𝒆𝓻 𝓸𝒇 𝓬𝓸𝓷𝒆𝔂, 𝔀𝓪𝓻𝓶 𝓪𝓵𝒆, 𝓪𝓷𝓭 𝓻𝓸𝓪𝓼𝓽𝒆𝓭 𝓹𝓲𝓷𝒆 𝓷𝓾𝓽𝓼. 𝓝𝒆𝒆𝓭𝓵𝒆𝓼𝓼 𝓽𝓸 𝓼𝓪𝔂 𝓪𝒇𝓽𝒆𝓻 𝔂𝒆𝓼𝓽𝒆𝓻𝓭𝓪𝔂𝓼 𝒇𝒆𝓪𝓼𝓽, ℐ 𝔀𝓪𝓼𝓷'𝓽 𝓺𝓾𝓲𝓽𝒆 𝓽𝓱𝓪𝓽 𝓱𝓾𝓷𝓰𝓻𝔂, 𝓫𝓾𝓽 𝓽𝓱𝒆 𝓸𝓽𝓱𝒆𝓻𝓼 𝓭𝓾𝓰 𝓲𝓷 𝓵𝓲𝓴𝒆 𝓽𝓱𝒆𝔂 𝔀𝓸𝓾𝓵𝓭 𝓷𝒆𝓿𝒆𝓻 𝒆𝓪𝓽 𝓪𝓰𝓪𝓲𝓷. 𝓣𝓱𝒆 𝓸𝓽𝓱𝒆𝓻𝓼 𝓪𝓻𝒆 𝓻𝒆𝓼𝓽𝓲𝓷𝓰-𝔀𝒆𝓵𝓵, 𝓲𝓷 𝓢𝔀𝒆𝒆𝓽𝓹𝒆𝓪𝓼 𝓬𝓪𝓼𝒆, 𝓼𝓱𝒆'𝓼 𝓲𝓷 𝓽𝓱𝓪𝓽 𝓼𝓸𝓻𝓽 𝓸𝒇 𝓽𝓻𝓪𝓷𝓬𝒆 𝓔𝓵𝓿𝒆𝓼 𝓭𝓸 𝓲𝓷𝓼𝓽𝒆𝓪𝓭 𝓸𝒇 𝓼𝓵𝒆𝒆𝓹𝓲𝓷𝓰. ℳ𝓲𝓻𝒆𝓵𝓵𝓪 𝓲𝓼 𝔀𝓪𝓽𝓬𝓱𝓲𝓷𝓰 𝓽𝓱𝒆 𝓼𝓽𝓪𝓻𝓼, 𝓪𝓷𝓭 𝓐𝓻𝔀𝒆𝓷 𝓲𝓼 𝓼𝓷𝓸𝓻𝓲𝓷𝓰 𝓵𝓸𝓾𝓭𝓵𝔂. ℐ 𝓱𝓸𝓹𝒆 𝓽𝓱𝒆𝓻𝒆 𝓪𝓻𝒆 𝓷𝓸 𝓫𝒆𝓪𝓻𝓼 𝓪𝓻𝓸𝓾𝓷𝓭 𝓱𝒆𝓻𝒆-𝓱𝒆'𝓼 𝓵𝓲𝓴𝒆 𝓽𝓸 𝓪𝓽𝓽𝓻𝓪𝓬𝓽 𝓽𝓱𝒆𝓶 𝓽𝓸 𝓸𝓾𝓻 𝓬𝓪𝓶𝓹. 𝓐𝓷𝓭 𝒆𝓷𝓳𝓸𝔂 𝓽𝓱𝒆 𝓫𝓪𝓽𝓽𝓵𝒆 𝓽𝓱𝓪𝓽 𝓬𝓸𝓶𝒆𝓼 𝓪𝒇𝓽𝒆𝓻!
ℬ𝒆𝒇𝓸𝓻𝒆 𝓪𝓷𝔂 𝓶𝓸𝓻𝒆, ℐ'𝓵𝓵 𝔀𝓻𝓲𝓽𝒆 𝓭𝓸𝔀𝓷 𝓪 𝓵𝓲𝓽𝓽𝓵𝒆 𝓼𝓸𝓶𝒆𝓽𝓱𝓲𝓷𝓰 𝓶𝓸𝓻𝒆 𝓸𝒇 𝓶𝔂 𝓬𝓸𝓶𝓹𝓪𝓷𝓲𝓸𝓷𝓼.
ℱ𝓲𝓻𝓼𝓽 𝓲𝓼 𝓸𝓾𝓻 𝓬𝓸𝓶𝓹𝓪𝓷𝔂(?) 𝒇𝓲𝓰𝓱𝓽𝒆𝓻, 𝔂𝓳𝒆 𝔂𝓸𝓾𝓷𝓰 𝓶𝓪𝓷 𝓷𝓪𝓶𝒆𝓭 𝓐𝓻𝔀𝒆𝓷 𝓓𝓾𝓷𝔀𝓸𝓸𝓭-𝔀𝓱𝓸 𝓬𝓵𝓪𝓲𝓶𝓼 𝓽𝓸 𝓫𝒆 𝓪 𝒇𝓸𝓻𝓶𝒆𝓻 𝓽𝓸𝔀𝓷 𝓰𝓾𝓪𝓻𝓭, 𝓪𝓷𝓭 𝓲𝓼 𝓷𝓸𝔀 𝓪 𝒇𝓸𝓻𝓽𝓾𝓷𝒆 𝓼𝒆𝒆𝓴𝒆𝓻. ℐ'𝓿𝒆 𝓼𝒆𝒆𝓷 𝓱𝓲𝓶 𝓲𝓷 𝓫𝓪𝓽𝓽𝓵𝒆, 𝓪𝓰𝓪𝓲𝓷𝓼𝓽 𝓽𝓱𝒆 Unreadable word 𝓫𝒆𝓪𝓼𝓽𝓼 𝓽𝓱𝓪𝓽 𝓪𝓽𝓽𝓪𝓬𝓴𝒆𝓭 𝓾𝓼 𝔂𝒆𝓼𝓽𝒆𝓻𝓭𝓪𝔂. ℋ𝒆'𝓼 𝒆𝓲𝓽𝓱𝒆𝓻 𝓼𝓾𝓲𝓬𝓲𝓭𝓪𝓵𝓵𝔂 𝓫𝓻𝓪𝓿𝒆 𝓸𝓻 𝓽𝓱𝓲𝓷𝓴𝓼 𝓱𝒆'𝓼 𝓬𝓸𝓶𝓹𝓵𝒆𝓽𝒆𝓵𝔂 𝓲𝓷𝓿𝓾𝓵𝓷𝒆𝓻𝓪𝓫𝓵𝒆. ℋ𝒆 𝓲𝓼 𝓪𝓶𝓪𝔃𝓲𝓷𝓰𝓵𝔂 𝓼𝓽𝓻𝓸𝓷𝓰, 𝓱𝓸𝔀𝒆𝓿𝒆𝓻-𝓱𝒆 𝓬𝓵𝒆𝓪𝓿𝒆𝓭 𝓪 ℋ𝓸𝔀𝓵𝒆𝓻 𝓦𝓪𝓼𝓹 𝓲𝓷 𝓽𝔀𝓸 𝔀𝓲𝓽𝓱 𝓪 𝓼𝓲𝓷𝓰𝓵𝒆 𝓼𝓽𝓻𝓸𝓴𝒆 𝓸𝒇 𝓱𝓲𝓼 𝓼𝔀𝓸𝓻𝓭! 𝓐𝓷𝓭 𝔂𝒆𝓽, 𝓱𝒆 𝓶𝓪𝓭𝒆 𝓷𝓸 𝓶𝒆𝓷𝓽𝓲𝓸𝓷 𝓸𝓻 𝓫𝓻𝓪𝓰 𝓸𝒇 𝓽𝓱𝓲𝓼 𝓪𝓬𝓽, 𝓪𝓼 𝓲𝒇 𝓼𝓾𝓬𝓱 𝓽𝓱𝓲𝓷𝓰𝓼 𝔀𝒆𝓻𝒆 𝓬𝓸𝓶𝓶𝓸𝓷 𝓽𝓸 𝓱𝓲𝓶. ℐ𝓼 𝓱𝒆 𝓱𝓾𝓶𝓫𝓵𝒆, 𝓸𝓻 𝓶𝒆𝓻𝒆𝓵𝔂 𝓼𝓲𝓶𝓹𝓵𝒆? ℐ 𝓬𝓪𝓷𝓷𝓸𝓽 𝓼𝓪𝔂. 𝓐𝓽 𝓵𝒆𝓪𝓼𝓽 𝓱𝓲𝓼 𝓽𝓪𝓵𝒆 𝓸𝒇 𝓫𝒆𝓲𝓷𝓰 𝓪 𝓰𝓾𝓪𝓻𝓭 𝓼𝒆𝒆𝓶𝓼 𝓵𝓲𝓴𝒆𝓵𝔂-𝓱𝓲𝓼 𝔀𝒆𝓪𝓹𝓸𝓷𝓼 𝓪𝓷𝓭 𝓪𝓻𝓶𝓸𝓻 𝓪𝓻𝒆 𝓲𝓶𝓶𝓪𝓬𝓾𝓵𝓪𝓽𝒆, 𝓪𝓼 𝓫𝒆𝒇𝓲𝓽𝓽𝓲𝓷𝓰 𝓶𝓸𝓼𝓽 𝓼𝓸𝓵𝓭𝓲𝒆𝓻𝓼. ℐ 𝓱𝓪𝓿𝒆 𝓷𝓸 𝓭𝓸𝓾𝓫𝓽-𝓰𝓲𝓿𝒆𝓷 𝓪 𝓵𝒆𝓪𝓭𝒆𝓻 𝓼𝓾𝓬𝓱 𝓪𝓼 𝓶𝔂𝓼𝒆𝓵𝒇-𝓱𝒆'𝓵𝓵 𝓫𝒆 𝓸𝒇 𝓱𝒆𝓵𝓹 𝓽𝓸 𝓽𝓱𝒆 𝓬𝓪𝓾𝓼𝒆. ℐ𝓷𝓭𝒆𝒆𝓭, ℐ 𝒇𝒆𝓵𝓽 𝓸𝒇 𝓪𝓵𝓵 𝓽𝓱𝒆 𝓹𝓪𝓻𝓽𝔂, 𝓱𝒆 𝔀𝓪𝓼 𝓽𝓱𝒆 𝓸𝓷𝓵𝔂 𝓸𝓷𝒆 𝓻𝒆𝓬𝒆𝓹𝓽𝓲𝓿𝒆 𝓽𝓸 𝓳𝓸𝓲𝓷𝓲𝓷𝓰 𝓽𝓱𝒆 𝓵𝓸𝓻𝓭𝓼 𝓪𝓵𝓵𝓲𝓪𝓷𝓬𝒆. 𝓐𝓼𝓼𝓾𝓶𝓲𝓷𝓰 ℐ 𝓰𝒆𝓽 𝓱𝓲𝓶 𝓽𝓸 𝔀𝒆𝓪𝓻 𝓪 𝓬𝓻𝓪𝓿𝓪𝓽.
𝓢𝒆𝓬𝓸𝓷𝓭𝓵𝔂, 𝓸𝓾𝓻 𝓹𝓪𝓻𝓽𝔂 𝓒𝓵𝒆𝓻𝓲𝓬-ℳ𝓲𝓻𝒆𝓵𝓵𝓪 ℬ𝒆𝓻𝓰𝒆𝓻𝓲𝒆. ℐ 𝓪𝓭𝓶𝓲𝓽, ℐ'𝓿𝒆 𝓸𝓷𝓵𝔂 𝓼𝒆𝒆𝓷 𝓪 𝓼𝓶𝓪𝓵𝓵 𝓭𝓲𝓼𝓹𝓵𝓪𝔂 𝓸𝒇 𝓱𝒆𝓻 𝓶𝓪𝓰𝓲𝓬, 𝓫𝓾𝓽 𝓲𝓽 𝔀𝓪𝓼 𝓲𝓷𝓽𝓻𝓲𝓰𝓾𝓲𝓷𝓰. 𝓢𝓱𝒆 𝓲𝓼 𝓵𝓲𝓴𝒆 𝓶𝒆 𝓲𝓷 𝓻𝒆𝓰𝓪𝓻𝓭𝓼 𝓽𝓸 𝓶𝓪𝓻𝓽𝓲𝓪𝓵 𝓶𝓪𝓽𝓽𝒆𝓻𝓼-𝓷𝓸𝓽 𝓪𝒇𝓻𝓪𝓲𝓭 𝓽𝓸 𝓵𝒆𝓪𝓹 𝓻𝓲𝓰𝓱𝓽 𝓲𝓷𝓽𝓸 𝓪 𝒇𝓲𝓰𝓱𝓽 𝓼𝔀𝓲𝓷𝓰𝓲𝓷𝓰 𝓪 𝓼𝓽𝓪𝒇𝒇. ℐ'𝓵𝓵 𝓱𝓪𝓿𝒆 𝓽𝓸 𝓻𝒆𝓬𝓸𝓶𝓶𝒆𝓷𝓭 𝓼𝓱𝒆 𝓰𝒆𝓽 𝓪 𝓹𝓻𝓸𝓹𝒆𝓻 𝔀𝒆𝓪𝓹𝓸𝓷, 𝓽𝓱𝓸𝓾𝓰𝓱 ℐ 𝓪𝓶 𝓷𝓸𝓽 𝓼𝓾𝓻𝒆 𝔀𝓱𝓪𝓽 𝓼𝓸𝓻𝓽 𝓬𝓵𝒆𝓻𝓲𝓬𝓼 𝓸𝒇 𝓢𝒆𝓵𝓾𝓷𝒆 𝓹𝓻𝒆𝒇𝒆𝓻. ℐ𝓷 𝓪𝓵𝓵 𝓸𝓽𝓱𝒆𝓻 𝓻𝒆𝓰𝓪𝓻𝓭𝓼, ℐ 𝓱𝓪𝓿𝒆 𝒇𝓸𝓾𝓷𝓭 𝓱𝒆𝓻 𝓹𝓸𝓵𝓲𝓽𝒆, 𝓼𝓽𝓾𝓭𝓲𝓸𝓾𝓼, 𝓪𝓷𝓭 𝓬𝓸𝓾𝓻𝓪𝓰𝒆𝓸𝓾𝓼. 𝓢𝓱𝒆 𝓲𝓼 𝓪 𝔀𝓪𝓷𝓭𝒆𝓻𝓲𝓷𝓰 𝓼𝓸𝓾𝓵, 𝓸𝒇 𝓬𝓸𝓾𝓻𝓼𝒆. ℐ 𝒇𝒆𝒆𝓵, 𝓲𝒇 𝓽𝓱𝒆 𝒇𝓸𝓻𝓽𝓾𝓷𝒆𝓼 𝓸𝒇 𝓸𝓾𝓻 𝓪𝓭𝓿𝒆𝓷𝓽𝓾𝓻𝒆 𝓪𝓻𝒆 𝒇𝓪𝓿𝓸𝓻𝓪𝓫𝓵𝒆 𝓪𝓷𝓭 𝔀𝒆 𝓬𝓸𝓶𝒆 𝓽𝓸 𝓪 𝓹𝓪𝓻𝓽𝓲𝓷𝓰 𝓪𝓽 𝓽𝓱𝒆 𝒆𝓷𝓭 𝓸𝒇 𝓽𝓱𝒆 𝓹𝓪𝓽𝓱, 𝓼𝓱𝒆 𝔀𝓲𝓵𝓵 𝓽𝓱𝒆 𝓼𝓸𝓻𝓽 𝓽𝓸 𝓰𝓸, 𝓪𝓷𝓭 ℐ 𝔀𝓲𝓵𝓵 𝓷𝒆𝓿𝒆𝓻 𝓼𝒆𝒆 𝓱𝒆𝓻 𝓪𝓰𝓪𝓲𝓷. 𝓣𝓱𝓲𝓼 𝓲𝓼 𝓷𝓸𝓽 𝓪 𝓫𝓪𝓭 𝓽𝓱𝓲𝓷𝓰. ℐ 𝓳𝓾𝓼𝓽 𝒇𝒆𝒆𝓵 𝓼𝓱𝒆 𝔀𝓲𝓵𝓵 𝓷𝒆𝓿𝒆𝓻 𝓽𝓻𝓾𝓵𝔂 𝓼𝒆𝓽𝓽𝓵𝒆 𝓭𝓸𝔀𝓷. 𝓔𝓿𝒆𝓷 𝓭𝓾𝓻𝓲𝓷𝓰 𝓭𝓲𝓷𝓷𝒆𝓻 𝓲𝓷 𝓶𝔂 𝓱𝓸𝓶𝒆, ℐ 𝓼𝓪𝔀 𝓱𝒆𝓻 𝓵𝓸𝓸𝓴𝓲𝓷𝓰 𝓽𝓸 𝓽𝓱𝒆 𝓱𝓸𝓻𝓲𝔃𝓸𝓷! ℐ'𝓿𝒆 𝓷𝓸 𝓭𝓸𝓾𝓫𝓽 𝔀𝒆 𝔀𝓲𝓵𝓵 𝓫𝒆𝓬𝓸𝓶𝒆 𝓰𝓸𝓸𝓭 𝒇𝓻𝓲𝒆𝓷𝓭𝓼, 𝒆𝓿𝒆𝓷 𝓲𝒇 𝓸𝓾𝓻 𝓭𝒆𝓼𝓽𝓲𝓷𝓲𝒆𝓼 𝓵𝓲𝒆 𝒆𝓵𝓼𝒆𝔀𝓱𝒆𝓻𝒆.
ℒ𝓪𝓼𝓽𝓵𝔂, 𝓸𝓾𝓻 𝓹𝓪𝓻𝓽𝔂 𝓔𝓵𝒇...ℛ𝓸𝓰𝓾𝒆... 𝓼𝓹𝒆𝓬𝓲𝓪𝓵𝓲𝓼𝓽, 𝓖𝓻𝒆𝒆𝓷𝓹𝒆𝓪, 𝓷𝓸 𝓼𝒆𝓬𝓸𝓷𝓭 𝓷𝓪𝓶𝒆 𝓰𝓲𝓿𝒆𝓷. 𝓢𝓱𝒆 𝓲𝓼 𝓿𝒆𝓻𝔂 𝔂𝓸𝓾𝓷𝓰 𝓪𝓼 𝓔𝓵𝓿𝒆𝓼 𝓰𝓸-𝓭𝓸𝓷'𝓽 𝓬𝓪𝓵𝓵 𝓸𝓷 𝓶𝒆 𝒇𝓸𝓻 𝓪𝓷 𝒆𝔁𝓪𝓬𝓽 𝒆𝓼𝓽𝓲𝓶𝓪𝓽𝒆, 𝓫𝓾𝓽 𝓼𝓱𝒆 𝓲𝓼 𝓱𝓪𝓻𝓭𝓵𝔂 𝓪𝓷 𝓪𝓭𝓾𝓵𝓽...𝓸𝒇 𝓬𝓸𝓾𝓻𝓼𝒆, 𝓔𝓵𝓿𝒆𝓼 𝓪𝓰𝒆 𝓭𝓲𝒇𝒇𝒆𝓻𝒆𝓷𝓽𝓵𝔂 𝓽𝓱𝓪𝓷 𝓽𝓱𝒆 𝓻𝒆𝓼𝓽 𝓸𝒇 𝓾𝓼. 𝓢𝓱𝒆 𝓽𝓸𝓵𝓭 𝓶𝒆 𝓸𝓷𝓵𝔂 𝓪 𝓫𝓲𝓽 𝓪𝓫𝓸𝓾𝓽 𝓱𝒆𝓻 𝓹𝓪𝓼𝓽, 𝔀𝓱𝓲𝓬𝓱 ℐ 𝓰𝓪𝓽𝓱𝒆𝓻 𝔀𝓪𝓼 𝓰𝓻𝓾𝒆𝓼𝓸𝓶𝒆 𝒆𝓷𝓸𝓾𝓰𝓱. ℐ 𝓼𝓾𝓹𝓹𝓸𝓼𝒆 ℐ 𝓬𝓪𝓷 𝓸𝓷𝓵𝔂 𝒇𝒆𝒆𝓵 𝓰𝓾𝓲𝓵𝓽𝔂-ℐ 𝓱𝓪𝓿𝒆 𝓷𝒆𝓿𝒆𝓻 𝓰𝓸𝓷𝒆 𝔀𝓲𝓽𝓱𝓸𝓾𝓽 𝒇𝓸𝓸𝓭 𝓸𝓻 𝓽𝓱𝒆 𝓸𝒇𝒇𝒆𝓻 𝓸𝒇 𝔀𝓪𝓻𝓶𝓽𝓱 𝓪𝓷𝓭 𝓻𝓸𝓸𝒇 𝓸𝓿𝒆𝓻 𝓶𝔂 𝓱𝒆𝓪𝓭, 𝓷𝓸𝓽 𝓪 𝓼𝓲𝓷𝓰𝓵𝒆 𝓭𝓪𝔂 𝓲𝓷 𝓶𝔂 𝓵𝓲𝒇𝒆. 𝓢𝓱𝒆 𝓱𝓪𝓼 𝓱𝓪𝓭 𝓽𝓸 𝒇𝓲𝓰𝓱𝓽 𝒇𝓸𝓻 𝓱𝒆𝓻 𝓵𝓲𝒇𝒆. 𝓣𝓱𝒆 𝓶𝓪𝓻𝓴𝓼 𝓸𝓷 𝓱𝒆𝓻, 𝔀𝓱𝓲𝓬𝓱 𝓼𝓱𝒆 𝓬𝓪𝓷𝓷𝓸𝓽 𝒆𝓷𝓽𝓲𝓻𝒆𝓵𝔂 𝓱𝓲𝓭𝒆...𝓽𝓱𝒆 𝓽𝒆𝓻𝓻𝓲𝓫𝓵𝒆 𝓽𝓻𝓸𝓹𝓱𝓲𝒆𝓼 𝓼𝓱𝒆 𝓬𝓪𝓻𝓻𝓲𝒆𝓼. ℐ𝓽 𝔀𝓲𝓵𝓵 𝓫𝒆 𝓪 𝓽𝓲𝓶𝒆 𝓫𝒆𝒇𝓸𝓻𝒆 ℐ 𝓬𝓪𝓷 𝓫𝓻𝓸𝓪𝓬𝓱 𝓽𝓱𝒆𝓼𝒆 𝓼𝓾𝓫𝓳𝒆𝓬𝓽𝓼. ℐ 𝓱𝓪𝓿𝒆 𝓷𝓸 𝓷𝒆𝒆𝓭 𝓽𝓸 𝒆𝔁𝓪𝓬𝒆𝓻𝓫𝓪𝓽𝒆 𝓱𝒆𝓻 𝓹𝓪𝓲𝓷...𝓪𝓷𝓭 𝔂𝒆𝓽, 𝓲𝓷 𝓸𝓾𝓻 𝓬𝓸𝓶𝓹𝓪𝓷𝔂, 𝓶𝓲𝓰𝓱𝓽 𝓼𝓱𝒆 𝓷𝓸𝓽 𝒇𝓲𝓷𝓭 𝓼𝓸𝓶𝒆𝓽𝓱𝓲𝓷𝓰 𝓵𝓲𝓴𝒆 𝓪 𝒇𝓪𝓶𝓲𝓵𝔂? ℐ 𝓶𝓾𝓼𝓽 𝓻𝒆𝓶𝓲𝓷𝓭 𝓶𝔂𝓼𝒆𝓵𝒇 𝓷𝓸𝓽 𝓽𝓸 𝓹𝓲𝓽𝔂 𝓱𝒆𝓻-𝓖𝓻𝒆𝒆𝓷𝓹𝒆𝓪 𝓲𝓼 𝓪𝓼𝓽𝓸𝓷𝓲𝓼𝓱𝓲𝓷𝓰𝓵𝔂 𝓭𝒆𝒇𝓽 𝔀𝓲𝓽𝓱 𝓪 𝓫𝓸𝔀, 𝓪𝓼 𝓼𝓱𝒆 𝓭𝒆𝓶𝓸𝓷𝓼𝓽𝓻𝓪𝓽𝒆𝓭 𝓽𝓱𝓲𝓼 𝒆𝓿𝒆𝓷𝓲𝓷𝓰. ℐ𝓽 𝓽𝓸𝓸𝓴 𝓼𝓸𝓶𝒆 𝓰𝓸𝓪𝓭𝓲𝓷𝓰, 𝓫𝓾𝓽 𝓼𝓱𝒆 𝓽𝓸𝓼𝓼𝒆𝓭 𝓽𝓱𝓻𝒆𝒆 𝓪𝓹𝓹𝓵𝒆𝓼 𝓲𝓷𝓽𝓸 𝓽𝓱𝒆 𝓪𝓲𝓻 𝓪𝓷𝓭 𝓬𝓸𝓻𝒆𝓭 𝒆𝓿𝒆𝓻𝔂 𝓸𝓷𝒆 𝔀𝓲𝓽𝓱 𝓽𝓱𝓸𝓼𝒆 𝓪𝓻𝓻𝓸𝔀𝓼 𝓸𝒇 𝓱𝒆𝓻𝓼. 𝓢𝓱𝒆 𝓪𝓵𝓼𝓸 𝓱𝓪𝓼 𝓸𝓽𝓱𝒆𝓻 𝓼𝓴𝓲𝓵𝓵𝓼, ℐ 𝓪𝓶 𝓼𝓾𝓻𝒆 ℐ 𝔀𝓲𝓵𝓵 𝓼𝒆𝒆 𝓼𝓸𝓸𝓷. 𝓢𝓱𝒆 𝓬𝓪𝓷𝓷𝓸𝓽 𝓱𝓪𝓿𝒆 𝓼𝓾𝓻𝓿𝓲𝓿𝒆𝓭 𝓼𝓸 𝓵𝓸𝓷𝓰 𝔀𝓲𝓽𝓱𝓸𝓾𝓽 𝓪 𝓻𝒆𝓶𝓪𝓻𝓴𝓪𝓫𝓵𝒆 𝓪𝓶𝓸𝓾𝓷𝓽 𝓸𝒇 𝓼𝓴𝓲𝓵𝓵 𝓪𝓷𝓭 𝓬𝓸𝓾𝓻𝓪𝓰𝒆...𝓪𝓷𝓭 𝓪 𝓫𝓲𝓽 𝓸𝒇 𝓵𝓾𝓬𝓴. 𝓦𝒆 𝓶𝓾𝓼𝓽 𝓭𝓸 𝓪𝓵𝓵 𝔀𝒆 𝓬𝓪𝓷 𝓽𝓸 𝓴𝒆𝒆𝓹 𝓱𝒆𝓻 𝓼𝓪𝒇𝒆. ℐ 𝒇𝒆𝓪𝓻 𝓽𝓱𝒆 𝓲𝓷𝓳𝓾𝓻𝔂 𝓽𝓸 𝓱𝒆𝓻 𝓵𝓾𝓷𝓰𝓼 𝔀𝓪𝓼 𝓪 𝓽𝒆𝓻𝓻𝓲𝓫𝓵𝒆 𝓸𝓷𝒆...𝓪𝓷𝓭 𝓽𝓸 𝓵𝓲𝓿𝒆 𝓽𝓱𝓻𝓸𝓾𝓰𝓱 𝓲𝓽? 𝓦𝒆𝓵𝓵, 𝓼𝓱𝒆 𝓲𝓼 𝓪 𝓫𝓻𝓪𝓿𝒆𝓻 𝓹𝒆𝓻𝓼𝓸𝓷 𝓽𝓱𝓪𝓷 ℐ 𝔀𝓲𝓵𝓵 𝒆𝓿𝒆𝓻 𝓫𝒆.
𝓐𝓷𝓭 𝓼𝓸 𝓸𝓷-𝓸𝓾𝓻 𝓽𝓻𝓪𝓿𝒆𝓵𝓼 𝓪𝓻𝒆 𝓽𝓪𝓴𝓲𝓷𝓰 𝓾𝓼 𝓽𝓸 𝓖𝓻𝒆𝒆𝓷𝒇𝓲𝒆𝓵𝓭𝓼. 𝓦𝒆 𝓼𝓱𝓸𝓾𝓵𝓭 𝓪𝓻𝓻𝓲𝓿𝒆 𝓽𝓱𝒆𝓻𝒆 𝓽𝓱𝓲𝓼 𝒇𝓸𝓵𝓵𝓸𝔀𝓲𝓷𝓰 𝓶𝓸𝓻𝓷𝓲𝓷𝓰. ℐ 𝔀𝓲𝓵𝓵 𝓫𝒆 𝓹𝓻𝒆𝓹𝓪𝓻𝒆𝓭 𝓽𝓸 𝓶𝒆𝒆𝓽 𝔀𝓲𝓽𝓱 𝓶𝓪𝔂𝓸𝓻, 𝓸𝒇 𝓬𝓸𝓾𝓻𝓼𝒆, 𝓽𝓸 𝓬𝓱𝓪𝓼𝒆 𝓭𝓸𝔀𝓷 𝓽𝓱𝒆𝓼𝒆 𝓻𝓾𝓶𝓸𝓻𝓼 𝓸𝒇 𝓽𝓱𝒆𝓼𝒆 '𝓭𝓻𝓪𝓰𝓸𝓷 𝓬𝓾𝓵𝓽𝓼'...𝓹𝒆𝓻𝓼𝓸𝓷𝓪𝓵𝓵𝔂, ℐ 𝓱𝓪𝓿𝒆 𝓶𝔂 𝓭𝓸𝓾𝓫𝓽𝓼 𝓽𝓱𝒆𝔂 𝒆𝓿𝒆𝓷 𝒆𝔁𝓲𝓼𝓽 𝓲𝓷 𝓸𝓾𝓻 𝓵𝓪𝓷𝓭𝓼, 𝓽𝓱𝓸𝓾𝓰𝓱 ℐ 𝓭𝓸 𝓴𝓷𝓸𝔀 𝓽𝓱𝒆𝔂 𝓱𝓪𝓿𝒆 𝓼𝓹𝓻𝓾𝓷𝓰 𝓾𝓹 𝓪𝓷𝓭 𝓫𝒆𝒆𝓷 𝓭𝒆𝒇𝒆𝓪𝓽𝒆𝓭 𝓲𝓷 𝓽𝓱𝒆 𝓹𝓪𝓼𝓽. ℬ𝓾𝓽, 𝓸𝓷𝒆 𝓶𝓾𝓼𝓽 𝓬𝓱𝓪𝓼𝒆 𝓽𝓱𝒆 𝓽𝓪𝓲𝓵 𝓽𝓸 𝓬𝓪𝓽𝓬𝓱 𝓽𝓱𝒆 𝓓𝓻𝓪𝓰𝓸𝓷, 𝓼𝓸 𝓽𝓱𝒆 𝓼𝓪𝔂𝓲𝓷𝓰 𝓰𝓸𝒆𝓼-𝒆𝓿𝒆𝓷 𝓪 𝓼𝓶𝓪𝓵𝓵 𝓰𝓻𝓪𝓲𝓷 𝓸𝒇 𝓽𝓻𝓾𝓽𝓱 𝓶𝓪𝔂 𝔂𝓲𝒆𝓵𝓭 𝓼𝓸𝓶𝒆𝓽𝓱𝓲𝓷𝓰 𝓲𝓷𝓽𝒆𝓻𝒆𝓼𝓽𝓲𝓷𝓰. 𝓢𝓽𝓲𝓵𝓵, ℐ 𝓬𝓪𝓷'𝓽 𝓱𝒆𝓵𝓹 𝓫𝓾𝓽 𝔀𝓸𝓷𝓭𝒆𝓻-𝔀𝓪𝓼 ℐ 𝓼𝒆𝓷𝓽 𝓱𝒆𝓻𝒆 𝓳𝓾𝓼𝓽 𝓽𝓸 𝓴𝒆𝒆𝓹 𝓶𝒆 𝓸𝓾𝓽 𝓸𝒇 𝓽𝓻𝓸𝓾𝓫𝓵𝒆? 𝓐𝓻𝒆 𝓶𝔂 𝓹𝓪𝓻𝒆𝓷𝓽𝓼 𝓼𝓸𝓶𝒆𝓱𝓸𝔀 𝓶𝓪𝓷𝓲𝓹𝓾𝓵𝓪𝓽𝓲𝓷𝓰 𝓶𝔂 𝓬𝓪𝓻𝒆𝒆𝓻 𝓽𝓸 𝓴𝒆𝒆𝓹 𝓶𝔂 𝓸𝓷 𝓼𝓪𝒇𝒆 𝓶𝓲𝓼𝓼𝓲𝓸𝓷𝓼? ℐ 𝔀𝓸𝓾𝓵𝓭 𝓷𝓸𝓽 𝔀𝓲𝓼𝓱 𝒇𝓸𝓻 𝓼𝓾𝓬𝓱 𝓪 𝓽𝓱𝓲𝓷𝓰.
𝓝𝓸 𝓭𝓸𝓾𝓫𝓽 𝓶𝔂 𝓶𝓲𝓼𝓰𝓲𝓿𝓲𝓷𝓰𝓼 𝔀𝓲𝓵𝓵 𝓫𝒆 𝓹𝓾𝓽 𝓽𝓸 𝓻𝒆𝓼𝓽 𝓼𝓸𝓸𝓷, 𝒆𝓲𝓽𝓱𝒆𝓻 𝔀𝓪𝔂.
~𝓙𝓸𝓱𝓪𝓷𝓷𝓪 𝓢𝓽𝓸𝓷𝒆𝓼𝓽𝓱𝓻𝓸𝔀
I’ve always been the sort to commit my thoughts to paper. I find you can learn things, when looking back what you wrote in the heat of the moments. And, there’s always the angle of a scholar of history such as myself can support-people who come after me will want to know of my adventures, and what I saw, what I experienced. How many times have I wished, to give a good example, that Aribeth de Tylmarande might been a little less terse in her own journals, about her own feelings? If she just allowed a little more of herself in her writing, histories verdict might have been less harsh. In any case, I’ve decided it’s best to write down my own experiences. I have no doubt I will become a famous wizard one day, and my writings will be prized…but, as Sheila often reminds me, ‘one day’ is still a very long time away…
I’m writing this by campfire light-after a quaint dinner of Coney, warm ale, and roasted pine nuts. Needless to say after yesterday’s feast, I wasn’t quite that hungry, but the others dug in like they would never eat again. The rest of the party is resting-well, in Sweetpeas case, she’s in that sort of trance Elves do instead of sleeping. Mirella is merely watching the stars, and Arwen is asleep and snoring loudly. I hope there are no bears or a worse thing around here-he is like to attract them to our camp. And, enjoy the battle that comes after!
Before any more, I’ll write down a little something more of my companions.
First is our company fighter, the young man named Arwen Dunwood-who claims to be a former town guard, and is now a fortune seeker. I’ve seen him battle, against the beasts that attacked us yesterday. He’s either suicidally brave or thinks he’s completely invulnerable. He is amazingly strong, however-he cleaved a Howler Wasp in two with a single stroke of his sword! And yet, he made no mention or brag of this act, as if such things were common to him. Is he humble, or merely simple? I cannot say. At least his tale of being a guard seems likely-his weapons and armor are immaculate, as befitting most soldiers. I have no doubt given a leader such as myself he’ll be of help to the cause. Indeed, I felt of all the party, he was the only one receptive to joining the lord’s alliance. Assuming I get him to wear a cravat...
Secondly, our party Cleric, Mirella Bergerie. I admit, I’ve only seem a small display of her magic, but it was intriguing. She is like in regards to martial matters-not afraid to leap right into a fight swinging a staff. I’ll have to recommend she get a proper weapon, though I am not sure what sort Clerics of Selune prefer. In all other regards, I have found her polite, studious, and courageous. She is a wandering soul, of course. I feel, if the fortunes of our adventure are favorable and we come to a parting at the end of the path, she will be the sort to to go, and I will never see her again. This is not a bad thing. I just feel she will never truly settle down. Even during dinner in my home, I saw her looking to the Horizon! I’ve no doubt we will become good friends even if our destinies lie elsewhere.
Lastly our specialist, Greenpea, no second name given. She is very young as Elves go-don’t call on me for an exact estimate, but she is hardly an adult…of course, Elves age differently than the rest of us. She told me a bit about past, which I gather was gruesome enough. I suppose I can only feel guilty-I have never gone without food, or the offer of warmth and a roof over my head, not a single day in my life. She has had to fight for her life. The marks on which she cannot entirely hide…the terrible trophies she carried. It will be a time before I can broach these subjects. I have no need to exacerbate her pain, and yet, in our company, might she not find something like a family? I must remind myself not to pity her-Greenpea is astonishingly deft with a bow, as she demonstrated this evening. I took some goading, but she tossed three apples into the air and cored every one of them with those arrows of hers. She also has other skills, I am sure I will see soon. She cannot have survived so long without a remarkable amount of skill and courage…and a bit of luck. We must do all we can to keep her safe. I fear the injury to her lungs was a terrible one…and to live through it? Well, she is a braver person than I will ever be.
And so on-our travels our taking us to Greenfields. We should arrive there this following morning. I will be prepared to meet with the mayor, of course, to chase down these rumors of ‘dragon cults’…personally, I have my doubts they even exist in our lands, thought I do know they sprung up and been defeated in the past. But, one must chase the tail to catch the Dragon, so the saying goes-even a small grain of truth may yield something interesting. Still, I can’t help but wonder-was I sent here just to keep me out of trouble? Are my parents somehow manipulating my career to keep me on safe missions? I would not wish for such a thing.
No doubt my misgivings will be put to rest soon, either way.
~Johanna Stonesthrow
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