Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-5583506-20150816180208/@comment-5583506-20150824213724

It seemed to be a log or a diary of some sort. It was really old. Most of the text was unintelligible. The dates could not be read, but the latest entries seemed to have been written as far back as months ago.

Morning Star 3.

''I can barely take this anymore... Everyday... No. Every YEAR I ask myself how long I must be forced to walk this world. Until I manage to complete the Great Work? Or until the world ends? That remains to be seen. But I have gotten sick of it all. Can barely breathe. Can barely eat. Can barely sleep. Can barely live... and yet... here I remain... Another century more, perhaps?''

Morning Star 15.

''So, I overheard some rumours from the attic window this night. These guards were talking to each other about some strange plan to reopen the Crimson Academy in Chorrol. I can't help but wonder whether or not Ignatius had something to do with this? If he is still alive that is? Maybe he managed to complete the Great Work before the rest of us and then ended his own life? Either way, this doesn't bode well. But perhaps some talented youngster will be able to figure out the secret. All that remains then is to find his or hers formula and finish the Elixir of Life for myself. Ridding this awful... curse... off me! Curse you, Montinette. You bastard... I will hate you for eternity...''

Morning Star 21.

''I can't take it anymore! I can't take it anymore! I can't take it anymore! I can't take it anymore! I can't take it anymore! I can't take it anymore! I can't take it anymore! I can't take it anymore! I can't take it anymore! I can't take it anymore! I can't take it anymore! I can't take it anymore!''

''Morning Star 25. ''

''I just came back to read the results of my latest outbreak. This is all Montinette's fault. He is out there, living and breathing. Healthy as a twenty year old. Probably drinking fine wine and bedding luxurious prostitutes, remaining the same man he has been throughout the ages. While we... suffer... I can't live anymore. I forgot how to do that a looong time ago. I tried to cut my wrists open. I tried to drown myself. I tried hanging. Poisoning. Cutting my own throat. Nothing... Nothing... Nothing... There is literally nothing on this world that is capable of killing me... And I don't know whether I should be happy over the fact that I actually possess true immortality, or whether I should cry over the fact that I will never be able to enjoy this life living like... a monster...''

I just don't know anymore...

Morning Star 27.

''In a fit of rage I trashed the lower floor with my own claws. I need to relocate my workplace elsewhere. Hopefully, I will be able to recreate the lost knowledge from centuries back within a couple of months or so. Meanwhile, the basement will have to do. The chemicals needs to be cold, after all...''