Travel Diary- Undertow

[skinstealer]

TRAVEL DIARY- UNDERTOW

??-??-316, Hearth

I don’t like starting this logbook on a sour note, but I suppose it is with a heavy heart that I must admit that gfhajsdhkjfdshj----

Fuck it.

My memories are gone, and I don’t know what to do about it. This log is to help me keep track of things while I try and retrace my steps throughout the parts of the world that I travelled, and that’s as good as it’s going to get. I don’t think I can fool myself into thinking that this will be formal or fancy or anything like that. This is just going to be an honest log of my thoughts and feelings as I go, because I don’t want to lose my memories again. I can’t bear it. I may not remember what they were exactly, but I know that they were precious to me, more than anything in the world, and if I can preserve them here, at the very least I’ll have that as a backup plan. 

I can’t even remember the name of the bastard that stole my memories, but I remember its eyes- piercing green with horrible white pupils- complete with a mirror effect, to let me see my own anguished face as it took them from me. It is a thief and I fully intend on strangling it to hell and back if I ever get the chance to get my hands on it, but for now, petty revenge isn’t really my main goal. I just want my memories back. I’d fully take the opportunity to give that little shit its just desserts if it came down to it, but for the most part, I just miss what’s lost, and I’d rather refocus my energy on traveling again. I could either spend my time chasing down an enemy I don’t know anything about, or take the same amount of effort relearning about the (wonderful, I hope) world around me. One of these options seems pretty obviously better than the other. 

My first steps will be towards Consumption, as I woke up in Hearth, close to the mountain border. I suppose I could check out Hearth itself first, but something draws me to the more dangerous zone...at least, that’s what everyone else around me calls it. In fact, everyone I’ve asked has straight up told me not to go.

For some reason, this just makes me want to go more. I wonder if this is a bit of a rebellious streak? Hm. I might have to watch out for that. 

In any case, I set off for Consumption tomorrow, full speed ahead. I’m hoping that things go smoothly as possible, and thankfully, the son of a bitch that robbed my mind didn’t rob me of my money or any of my scraps. Even more thankfully, it looks like I have plenty of both. This should go fine.