Dear Journal,
Today the world was spun out of control.The high preistess was slaughtered like game and her successor ran out of fear and hatred for the demon hibernians who committed the crime.
The arch druid now chooses who is to be the newest Preistess out of my close knit coven of novices,dear god I hope it is not me who is chosen,I wish to serve my people and my godess,yet I don't think I want that kind of power.Also it is well known that the wine of trance is poison like a flame that licks at a pyre it soon consumes its resident.
I end this journal on a note of fear unfortunatly,for our new house rests in the cerimonious yet fearful isle of the summerland.We shall journey there to protect ourselves.
afeared,
Darnassia
novice preistess of avalon
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