Charity's Jounal (edit) 20th Felsite 97(/edit)
Today, was, unusual to say the least. It started with a member of the guard knocking on my office door. He told me that Ms. Friesden's Diary had been found, and that it showed a disturbed mind tearing itself apart, and that in it she states that she committed the murder. I went to the prison block to confirm this with Khenal, and then to likely have to banish Friesden, into either the caverns or the jungle.
However, that's when everything went to hell. First, on the way down I heard screaming from the cell block. I galloped down and saw Starkey standing over the unconscious body of Sargent Carrot. I later found out that Carrot had gone berserk and Starkey had restrained him. The commander took him to the doctors and restrained him. I talked with my friend Friesden and it was clear to me that she was unhinged. She's been writing all over her walls like a deranged animal. She said that Khenal had been controlling her and that Peytral had told her so. I gathered, Khenal and Peytral and tried to talk to them about these claims.
But then Carrot awoke with fire in his eyes like a pony possessed by the darkest powers. Khenal restrained him and then he and I were about to try and exorcise this influence from the Sargent. But before we could start his eyes and voice returned to normal. The Sargent then seemed to remember what he'd been trying to do, he was terrified and angry and begging to die. Dr. Erok and I subdued the Sargent and sedated him. He's still asleep last I knew.
Khenal ran off to Friesden's side. Peytral asked to talk more tomorrow, as he needed to rest.
Khenal was found carrying Friesden's unmoving and bleeding body to the hostpital. She had tried to commit suicide, with a scalple she had found. Her cell was searched, and the offending scalple removed, a tag tied to it had the word "Honor" written on it, barely readable under the blood. A gift? From who?
At this point I was ready to retire and run home to the waiting hooves of Cryptson and Adamant and Cobalt, but that was not to be. Turns out while this craziness was going on the whole fort was suffering. I have fort full of scared ponies demanding explanations, for everything from floating things, statues turning back to uncut stone. tower turning pink and then back to normal, vegetables sprouting faces and laughing at the cooks, a flying pink earth pony in the dinning area with spinning eyes, and a thousand other nonsensical things. I spent hours running damage control and trying to keep the calm. Gods save us were doing more to tear ourselves apart then the damnable Diomedians could ever hope to do.
But everything seems calm now. Seems we can get back to business as usual.
And now that I've recorded everything, Cryptson and I can finally retire to our bed. The waterfall he made for us is so comforting.
(Well that was interesting.)
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Topic: My Little Fortress. Glitterglen. (Read 281258 times)