Quartidi, Floréal, décade 24, DCCLXXXIX
by
Chevalière banneresse Geneviève Frankling
L’agenda journalier de Geneviève
Quartidi, Floréal, décade 24, DCCLXXXIX.
Honi soit qui mal y pense.
And so we have accrued a second Planestone. By Jane’s estimations, it’s bound to the Shadowfell. Ki’tor volunteered to steward, or rather absorb, the blasted thing. Of those capable to contain it, he’s the only sensible one – I’ve neglected to write down my thoughts on Volodomyr in plaintext until now, but he’s still grief-stricken and in mourning, and his plan to revive his wife with one of these loony stones is utterly demented. He seems like a good man beneath the maniacal exterior of his current obsession, though. Zalia can’t be trusted, full stop. Serving a devil, or whatever it is, does not leverage much good faith. As much as I want to believe otherwise. And the book that instructs her whom to kill is still very much in play, as it scouted the peripheries of the shadowed tower; but it’s been a while since anything came of it. Suspiciously long.
I hope we encounter the good huntsmen on the way back! Without their rowboat, we would never even have reached the island. I want to commend their role in this ordeal to Lady Estème, but that might bring them more attention than they might desire. At the very least, I’d like to thank them in person.
The full moon shines brightly once again, and the shadows have dissipated. The dead rest again, and the manorial lands of de Paramont are safe. It’s not often the motto of my legion gets to be invoked in solely good graces, but I’m glad that it can: ex umbra solem.