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Day 5 - Chapter 5I reviewed my notes and drawings over and over again. The book said that the mage went by the name of Nicholas de Cobham. But that was the brother of King Morys. What if this was-to-be-heir got revenge on his brother by cursing the crypt in which his relatives laid peaceful and buried? And what if his nephew was in on it? It is all too much to take in lately, that I've been getting crippling headaches from the stress and information that I'm obtaining. I write in bed, even though the ink splotches my blanket. I had remedied that with an old burlap sack that I laid on my lap under my journal. But the conundrum is quite the complex one, unfortunately. If this royal magister had indeed cursed this small town of Meth'raya, what else could he do? My, my, this is turning for another turn.
Day 4 - Chapter 4I paid Elizabeth de Cobham and William de Cobham a visit, asking about if there was any bodies, or a crypt, located under the castle. William, who seemed a stately sort and looked like his father with the jet black hair and sharp chin, said that there was nothing of it under the castle, or so he knew. Elizabeth was willing to tell more out of the ear of her husband. "Well, the past kings and queens are buried under the castle. But we have heard groaning and creaking noises coming from the crypt." Her voice was sweet and gentle as she spoke, "But don't go down there unless you're our only hope, Mister Beauson. Please." I blinked in shock, surprised about her concern about me. "And William has been acting odd lately. I wonder if he has a part in this. Please, go home and think this over before jumping right into it Frances." She laid a small hand on my shoulder. "Your studies will benefit us. Morys doesn't believe in things like this, so it'll be hard to convince him of this." I nodded s
Day 3 - Chapter 3The King reported strange noises from the cellar. The city was abuzz with gossip about how there might be some sort of abomination living down there. From what I've heard, there has been bodies thrown from the lower windows into the moat. I came down with an awful headache trying to contain all the snippets of information and trying to piece them together correctly. Weird noises, dead bodies, in a cellar? It could only lead to a few things. One, there could be unlife bustling under the castle. Two, Someone is a necromancer within the castle. And three, the King, Queen, or Prince did it. Adding these all up together while laying in bed could only prove one conclusion; someone in the Royal Family (or someone within the castle themselves that has access to the cellar) has the power over the living dead.
Day 2 - Chapter 2 I had finished my report on the city of Meth'raya, the city of the living dead. I had presented the pronouncement and he scanned it over with his cold, calculating eyes. He looked up at me piercingly and I knew what I was in for. "You are quite insane, Mister Beauson." He spoke calmly as his voice resonated through the stone chamber that the thrones were sat in.
"But sir! It is all true! I have a book and-and map!" I pleaded, placing the book and map on the table in desperation. He looked over them once again, but he could not have possibly been convinced of it, as he stared up at me again coldly. "We shall make a trip out there, see if this is all some cock-and-bull story or a truth. You are dismissed." I opened my mouth to speak after him, but he was through, as he had inclined his crowned head at the guard to his left, ordering him silently to see me out. I placed my things back in the burlap-hide bag and fell a bit behind the guard. T
Day 1 - Chapter 1 Ah yes, my journey. I was exploring the barren roads in the deep wilderness, searching for ruins. Alas, the only thing I accomplished was getting my boots and cloak dirtied and catching a slight cold. But deep enough, I did find an old pair of pillars, that lead into a sparsely populated city. Well, it was populated by sentient skeletons, who helped me get rid of my cold and let me wait out the storm in their city. I asked one of the skeletons whom looked like a scholar, since he still had the remnants of a large white beard and a dirty brown cloak. He gave me a dusty book that spoke of an ancient city named Meth'raya, which was cursed by a noble mage when passing by and was received with substandard hospitality. I had actually come across a ruin, to my own surprise and awe. I marked the city on my map and rode back to my home in the main city to write my report for our Lord Morys de Cobham. And my name? I am just a lowly archeologist. I am Frances Beauson
In Due TimeAh the start of my journey.
It wasn't a smooth one.
It was storming down, the hemming of my coat that dropped near my feet on the horse was dirtied with mud from the unpaved roads, and my boots were filthy. I write this from the sanctity of my study, with it's aged oak paneling, and the solid bookcases that complimented the desk in front of me. You may not know who I am, but I will tell you.
In due time.
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