Entry Vl:
At last I believe I have grasped the intricacies of this dialect. In the written form. I have found other books, that were hidden away in another room here. The former Castellen, another Dark Knight, had kept books. Fascinating reading.
I have learned this dialect fully now. I can see my script has become far neater. At least now, I can even read my past entries.
But I am still bored.
Damn! Why did I lose my thoughts? Oh well, I am not worried about anyone else reading this, so neatness isn't the greatest concern of mine currently.
I have been here now for three human years.
Although I haven't written anything for the past year, I believe I am now confident that I can keep up more with my thoughts. Before it was almost painfully arduous to attempt to write anything other than the most mundane facts.
Now, I can complete my thoughts.
I have completed the training of the residents of the castle. I have heard rumors that there will be an invader soon.
My Lord Mundus is preparing the gate so that he may come through to the human world and take his rightful place as ruler over the dominion of humanity.
All Hail Lord Mundus Rightful Prince of the Underworld. May his reign last forever.
Entry Vll:
The rumors were false. No one comes to this place. It has been months now. I still grow bored with the tedium. So much so, that I haven't found anything I cared to add to this.
Even now.
Until then...
Entry Vlll:
I must find a new quil. Perhaps the Griffon would spare a tail feather. How I hate that pompous, excuse for a rooster.
Even if he wouldn't care to spare a tail feather...He's a worthy adversary in a practice match. Perhaps I shall engage him.
Entry lX:
As you can see, I now have a new quil. Even now I find myself gloating over the victory I achieved over Griffon. He is no match for me or my abilities. I was able to extract more than one tail feather from him.
He appears ludicrous with one feather left.
I must keep this to myself. If anyone, or thing were to find this, they'd think I've gone completely mad.
Humor is frowned upon. But somehow, I find humor helps me keep my sanity.
Again that seems an all too human trait. I must somehow tamp this need down.
Until later...I shall hide the feathers.