Marros is, to be perfectly honest, completely lost in life. After all of the tribulations he's gone through on this journey, he's left with only questions and a profound sadness that will not leave him.

Age: 19
Date of Birth: November 25
Gender: Male
Eyes: Lilac
Hair: Blond
Skin Tone/Pigmentation: Light Brown
Height: 5'9
Weight: 138lb

Appearance

Physical Description

Marros, like most half-elves, is rather slender, and only somewhat tall. He hides most of his well-toned body behind loose, airy, light colored layers, though his slender fingers and prominent Adam's apple are easy to see. When he wears more tight-fitting clothes one can see how skinny he actually is, but he is not truly skin and bones - he's got some muscle from all that training he did when he was younger.

Body Features

His light brown, almost caramel colored, skin is very smooth to the touch and blemish free, save for a single scar. His hair also is well cared for and he usually leaves it unstyled, though he does sport a ponytail or bun whenever he's too warm or doing something physical. His eyelashes are pale and long; they frame his eyes almost too perfectly. His entire appearance, pretty and clean and blond haired and lilac-eyed, leads several people who interact with him to believe he's upper-class of some sort... Or maybe he just got super lucky and got good genes. Or maybe he's just one of those elf sub-classes that are too pretty.

Facial Features

His lilac eyes, if he had to guess, are some of his most noteworthy features, since he did get them from his royal bloodline. Possibly his pale yellow-blond hair, too.

Identifying Characteristics

To be perfectly honest, nothing stands out obviously when someone first looks at Marros, except for is hair, eyes and the black shirt he's never seen out of. Oh, and Roly-Poly, his construct.

And speaking of that skin tight black long sleeved shirt he wears under absolutely everything, no matter the temperature... It's kind of weird, right? Why does he wear it with everything? Does he ever take it off? Does he only take it off when he's alone? What's up with that?

Physical quirks

There's a scar above his hip that he never shows anyone, and that he plans to never show anyone. There's also a strange dip in his chest, on the left side of his ribcage, where his heart happens to be at, but he's convinced it's nothing to be worried about.

Apparel & Accessories

Even though he primarily wears light-colored clothes of various different colors, such as pastel pinks or blues or creams, he manages to keep most of his garments clean. It's quite surprising, since most of his clothes are a light, airy, flowy fabric and seem rather delicate, but he keeps his things as tidy as he can. Even his more resilient trousers, which are never a dark color but that range from browns to tans to reds to blues, there still are minimal stains and very minor damage on them.

The specific articles of clothing he wears varies: if he's out journeying or planning on going out of civilization, he can be seen in more traditional adventurers clothes such as tunics and armor and boots, though everything he wears is not dark in color - even his boots aren't black, but a medium brown color. His adventurer clothes are also more scuffed up than his regular non-outdoorsy clothes. When he's in town or around civilization you can find him, without fail, in his clothes that are just slightly odd compared to most everyone else around (except elves, maybe). He wears button-ups and knit cardigans and more "modern" clothes, which might hint that he's from somewhere more advanced than lots of other places on the continent, or that he has enough money to afford the newer trends.

He is actually working on adapting his wardrobe to better fit in with normal society, since he does not like to stand out. The clothes he had that were more standard got taken or destroyed when he was burgled.

Something to note about his clothes, interestingly enough, is that he never wears black, except for the undershirt he does not take off. He also stays as far away from dark colors as he can. It's almost like he's afraid to put on anything dark, and he's practically phobic when it comes to any black clothes.

As for accesories, he only has a few. Namely the necklace he carries with the aral flower pendant, a symbol of the goddess he worships, and the silver bracelets he keeps on his wrists, over his undershirt. His necklace is typically hidden underneath his shirts and he sometimes takes his bracelets off, if he's going into an unsavory part of town. He wouldn't be opposed to wearing more, since his ears are pierced and he does like how shiny some jewelry is, but when you're a prince on the run it's just a bit hard to flaunt you're nice things without people getting suspicious.

Specialized Equipment

The one piece of equipment that he carries that might or might not be special is the thing he has wrapped up that he keeps on his back, underneath his backpack. It's wrapped in a sheet and is long and thin and looks possibly like a sword, or maybe a staff, or a spear? No one really knows because it stays wrapped, even when it's not on his person - he has cord tied around it at both the top and end of it, and he keeps his eyes on it as much as he can (or he just keeps it near him).

He's incredibly protective of this item. Hee won't let anyone touch the wrapped item unless he knows them and trusts them enough. Even with that, he still will hesitate: a family heirloom of such importance can't be handed over so carelessly, after all.

Mentality

Personal history

It started when he was born.

The day of the prince’s birth was celebrated throughout the Laralissi Kingdom. His parents, fierce mages who followed religious doctines faithfully, were beyond themselves with pride and joy to welcome the new baby into their lives. They enjoyed the days festivities, introducing the baby boy to their other children and people, but as the sun set and the ancestral ceremony began in the church, it became apparent that the baby was different from his family. He was unresponsive to the magical tests, the trials to determine his magical capabilities, and after a spell had been cast to reveal the truth, it was discovered. The prince wasn’t blessed with pure magic - he was cursed with arcane.

This destroyed his parents' hearts. Their new child, this sweet, innocent boy, was doomed with arcane magic; a magic that was feared in the kingdom, in his parents’ and peoples eyes, because it was entirely bizarre and absolutely unknown. He wasn’t a regular mage like them. He could not cast spells the same way they were able to. He would never be like them. He would never be able to follow in their paths, to ever become a true, magically blessed prince, because he was cursed with strange magic. His parents decided that night to keep the truth about their sons magic a secret from the people, and announced the following day that he was a good, normal, gifted mage like them. The priest and his siblings knew the truth, knew that the king and queen were lying, but no one said a single thing against them.

They didn’t say anything about the lie, and the prince grew up.

The kingdom loved the new prince and he was dressed in light colors to symbolize his purity and closeness to the Goddess. His parents were good to him and his siblings enjoyed spending time with him, but he always felt there was always a distance between him and his family. Even as a child, he knew he was an outcast, a black sheep, because of his magic. He was brought to the church and prayed to the Goddess (and a few other Gods) to change his magic, to bless him with normal magic, but none of his parents or his own prayers were ever answered. He knew they never would be. The arcane magic he had, he was born with, and no amount of wishing or praying or hoping would ever change it, no matter how much he wanted it to.

On the outside, the royal family was still viewed the same: pure, good, blessed, honest and loved. The princess and princes were cherished by the kingdom, beloved and adored, and from the people's perspective, everything was wonderful. The same couldn’t be said for inside of the castle walls. The prince, an outcast in his family, “cursed” with bad magic, did everything he possibly could do to be right and proper, to get his parents blessing, to become a true prince. Nothing he did was good enough, though. His parents loved him but feared him because of his strange magic, and they felt inadequate because they couldn’t remove, or help him, with it. They had no idea how to handle it and they could not ask for outside assistance, because then the truth would come out. They felt hopeless because their son was burdened with a terrible tragedy, one that they weren’t prepared to deal with.

The relationship between them was strained and his home life became stifling; all the lies he knew, the deception from his parents to their people, the rules and practices he had to follow. Even the goddess and the church, the religion he’d followed his entire life, were becoming destructive to him. He was different from the pure prince his people thought he was; he was much more open-minded and less prejudiced, he had several difficulties with following the religious doctrines and he had questioned himself and his Goddess, and everything, much too often. He was scared his family, his parents, would shun him if they knew the truth about his thoughts. He was scared his personal secrets would be revealed. He was terrified that his magic would be exposed and his kingdom would turn on him. He was scared he would be unwanted or hated.

He was scared, so he ran away.

It happened during the early morning, when the sun was still below the horizon. He snuck out of his castle under a cloak he had dyed black, under the dark of the night, and quickly left the safety of the castle walls. He knew his kingdom well, due to the many times he slipped out of the castle to explore the town, but whenever he left he always came back home. This time, he wouldn’t. He had packed a bag with things he treasured; family pictures, a necklace his sister had gifted him, a book that held the teachings he’d followed all his life, a scarf his mother had knitted him, a journal that kept his secrets, and his most loyal companion. He had left behind a note on his bed, asking his family to not search for him and promising he would be back home soon. He’d said goodbye to his cat and the family dog, then he had climbed out of his bedroom window and descended the brick wall, then tried to catch his loyal companion when he scrambled down after him.

Initially, he wandered the streets. He had hidden his face and hair behind his cloak, but now that he was leaving he wasn’t sure where to go. He explored the lands outside of his kingdom, and even though he had done so when he was younger, it was still fascinating to him. He met different people and races, made friends and allies, and even got involved in a rather nasty fight between lovers. He learned that the world was cruel and brutal, but also beautiful. He learned that people could be horrible, but there was also kindness inside of them. He learned to keep to himself, after one fateful encounter that shook him badly. One day, randomly, he recieved a letter from a stranger in Altamira, and he set off for the small town, not expecting much. Little did he know just how much that one letter would lead to...

Education

Education was taken very seriously in the Talae family, so Marros was given the best education money could buy. He was schooled in the castle, with his siblings. The schedule was flexible to allow for education of the various topics that a royal would need to learn, such as cartography and economics and governing and diplomacy and history and geography, and multiple languages. He also focused heavily on religious teachings when he was younger, because of his aspiration to become a paladin. He learned the standard subjects, as well, but his education was very broad, compared to the vast majority of society.

Employment

He is a prince. His only employment has been tied to his status.

Accomplishments & Achievements

Broke the Heartstone of Altamira and ended up saving the town because of that.

Got over his racism towards dragonborns (98%).

Killed a giant water serpent with a single teleportation spell.

Got impaled and almost died. Weak. It was just stuck in his leg.

Has broken out of prison with a chaotic neutral fire starter and the rest of his party.

Gifted a Visor of Construct Vision from Vic Straid.

Stole the Eyeglass of Allsight from Broken God cultists, then also from Tinkertown royals.

Acquired Nightmares and Sleepless Nights after learning about the war!

Was kidnapped.

Was promptly saved by Artemis.

Learned about his curse. His heart is not beating. Nope. Not thinking about it.

Freed and managed to return two missing girls back to their homes.

Stole from the evil ringleader that was his former employer.

Nearly managed to save Everska from their tragic fate. So close, but too late.

Reconnected with not only one brother, but two!

Consistently gets burned by fire spells or injured somehow by the environment around him.

Has recieved two group hugs from the party.

Has hatched his baby bird that still does not have a name.

Has smiled about twice, maybe thrice, throughout the entire campaign.

Has become "the brooding one" of the campaign.

Has managed to save Beef and Hazel from dangerous situations.

Owes his life to the party. Rio's life was saved, as well. This is an unpayable debt.

Called his party his "allies". A major step up from acquaintances.

Has had one panic attack after being impaled (again) and dragged over to a very spooky monster.

Has acquired Depression and Apathy. A dangerous combination, one might say.

Has questioned his morals on more than one occasion.

3/31/2023. Has done the unthinkable and... killed a human. It was in defense of both himself and his brother. It was an accident. He didn't mean for it to happen. He doesn't know how to face it. He can't face it.

Has had an alignment change to better reflect the apathy and mindset he's entered.

Failures & Embarrassments

Whenever Marros is faced with the cursed thing called "friendship", he does not entirely know how to handle it. This is because the prince does not know how to really make friends. Surprise! Who'd have thought that living an isolated life up until the moment he left would have made him awkward at certain social situations?

Mental Trauma

He can't forget it.

His kingdom on fire. The land burning to ash, being destroyed, dying. His people, silently creaming, desperate to be saved by someone, somehow, somewhere. The guards, trying their best but so confused over how to fight against the constructs. His family, his parents and siblings, fleeing, helpless, and completely terrified.

His kingdom, his castle, his home, being invaded. His people being forced out of their homes and onto the streets. The smoke in the sky and flames, spreading so quickly, too quickly, unable to be stopped. War.

And him, so far away.

A hole.

In a torso.

From his magic.

No. No. No.

He can't believe it. He didn't do that. He could never have done that. It would break everything he's ever believed in and he would never do that.

It was a mistake. It was an accident. He acted without thinking. Something took control of him and made him do that.

He didn't kill someone.

But the memory of the gaping hole in the chest of the human in front of him won't leave him.

Morality & Philosophy

A pacifist, through and through. Lomna, the Goddess he worships, abhors violence of any sort against anyone, so Marros does, as well. He has been raised completely soaked in the religious teachings of his kingdom and he is not going to change any time soon.

He does not want to change, anyway, because he would much rather discuss an issue then resort to violence to ressolve it. He has gotten out of several confrontations with communicating (and sometimes clarfiying the problem) with the other party before, so he knows, for a fact, that fights can be avoided if one simply speaks first. He would much rather talk to someone instead of use a weapon on them.

As for his morality? You will never see Marros kill another person, unless the situation is absolutely dire enough to. And by dire enough to, it would have to be even more extreme then Marros' own life being at risk. That still won't push him to kill someone (although this is probably situational).
Magical creatures or animals do not technically count as "people", but he still tries to avoid killing anything, no matter whatever it might be he is fighting. He views killing in a very very very harsh light and thinks murder is not necessary... pretty much ever.

He believes, with his entire being, that people can be redeemed. Snuffing out that possibility with death is not something he will tolerate. He is working on seeing the other side... but he does not understand it, because it does not make any sense to him. He's trying to work on it, though he's not doing a very good job at that.

(More info about this is written in his sheet.)

person.sexuality

Rather complicated. His kingdom does not support same-sex relationships very well, so he has not gotten to exactly follow his interests, as he has always had to be an example of what is expected in Laralissi society. Though there was that nice boy from the market... And that pirate...

Taboos

☼ Using his Goddess' name in vain is forbidden, so he never does. Speaking negatively about his religious teachings, although they are rather flawed, is also forbidden, so it is never done. He speaks only of the positives of his religion because he cannot let the negatives influence him in any way. They have one before, and it affected him badly, so he refuses to say anything inappropriate now.
☼ Killing another living creature is also taboo. He will avoid killing at all costs.
☼ Cruelty, from himself to another, is taboo to him. Cruelty itself is not completely foreign to him, though he still does not understand it and he never will condone it.
☼ Senseless acts of violence, as well. Inflicting pain on someone just for fun, he can't stomach. Psychotic behavior (as he sees it) is baffling and very disturbing.
☼ He avoids, heavily, the sterotypical evil races. Orcs, ogres, drows, goblins, trolls, githyanki, tieflings, bugbears, and most lizardfolk (and more) are some of the races he... does not want to really interact with. He does try to keep his discomfort around these races hidden, and he is trying to change how he views them, but it is very hard to change the mindset he has always lived with.

Known Languages

While Marros did study various languages during his studies, he did not become completely fluent in all of them. The languages he understands thoroughly are Common, Elvish, Sylvan and Celestial.

He loves studying new languages and has been learning Draconic from Bz'zrk, one of his traveling companions. It's a tricky language to learn though progress has been made. He can form several sentences now!

Personality

Motivation

His motivation, in the beginning, was to find a way to prove himself to his family. He has always had them as his main motivation, though usually it was because he wanted to prove himself to them, in one way or another.

He cares deeply for every member of his family, and also for the people of his kingdom. He's always strived to be a good role model for his people, as he is a member of the royal family that they all look up to. His love for his kingdom and for the people who live there runs very deep.

Now that he has discovered his kingdom is at war, and that his older brother sacrificed an entire city to try to save them, he is desperate to figure out how to make things right. He needs help but he no longer knows what kind of help he even needs. Would any military power be willing to go to an entirely different plane to combat enemies that are not their own? He doesn't know. He doubts it. He wonders if his people are actually going to be returned home, since the contract his older brother made has been completed...

Likes & Dislikes

Likes
☼ Learning about different species, cultures, countries, people, etc.
☼ Animals, specifically birds
☼ Exploring new areas
☼ Soft things
☼ All fruit
☼ His friends
☼ Different languages
☼ People watching
☼ Cleaning or repairing Roly-Poly or Skyra, or any other construct
☼ His baby bird

Dislikes
☼ Rude people/jokes
☼ His magic, sometimes
☼ Prying questions
☼ Not being useful or wanted
☼ Dark clothes or items
☼ Cold weather
☼ Overpriced things
☼ His mindset, mostly
☼ How negative news effects him so badly

Virtues & Personality perks

Although it is no longer outwardly obvious, due to the cautiousness that Marros has adapted to protect himself from harm, the boy is... not a terrible person. He is compassionate and tries very hard to be understanding. He is the second most open-minded member in the Talae family, which is actually something that divided him from his family growing up. He does try to avoid judging people based on first impressions or his assumptions of them. He tries, really hard. He can be friendly, if he is in a good headspace, and he always will be loyal to those he is friends with. Once one has him as a friend, it is hard to lose him.

Because of his upbringing and nurturing as a child, he is well-mannered and cautious of what he says, often thinking through his words instead of saying what first comes to mind. He’s respectful to everyone and proper - that is, he tries to not say anything rude or off-beat, or negative. To do so would be frowned upon in his family, so he keeps up his courteous appearance and occasionally scolds people for being rude. He’s been told he was too proper in the past, too stuffy and prim and stuck up, but he’s since changed and has become much more reserved. He doesn’t voice any of his negative thoughts - or, if he ever slips up, he quickly apologizes and says something different to distract from his mishap. He does voice his opinions on other things and can be very adamant about what he believes in, stubborn and very moral, but he's working on being willing to change his thoughts and see the other side.

Vices & Personality flaws

Marros Talae is incredibly secretive. He is hiding quite a lot. He does have negative things to say more often than he would like to and finds he bites back comments more often than he should; he’s wary, slightly scared, to say what he truly thinks out of fear of being disliked, teased, offending someone else, being attacked, or any number of other bad things. He enjoys making friends, but he’s suspicious of everyone he meets and doesn’t trust completely very easily. That isn’t to say he doesn’t trust - he does! It just takes him a long time to trust someone entirely and let down his guard. He deflects questions about himself often or doesn’t answer them completely, omitting out important things like his thoughts or family members, or where he’s from. He’s also insecure about a lot but hides it, shoving the negative thoughts into a mental box and burying it deep down where he won’t have to deal with them. But, still, they keep resurfacing and scratching at his brain like a persistent itch. An itch that he really does not want to deal with.

Also he is.... somewhat racist, which is a major problem that he has realized and that he is actively trying to overcome. His exposure to the outside world has ruined him, a bit, so now he's just... Not doing well, mentally. This presents in him brooding/stewing in his thoughts or snapping at people, when he would not normally do this, ever. He also is so wrapped up in the awfulness of everything that he is not enjoying himself very much, and the morality he has interferes with the commonors way of life in a way that he never anticipated. He is not like the masses. He does not know how to become like them. He does not think he wants to become like them, because they do things that go against his entire way of life. It's a difficult thing to overcome.

Personality Quirks

Does not drink alcohol, unless it's expected for him to at a social event he's attending... But he still will drink very little.

Does not swear, because it is uncouth and he believes it is pointless to.

Rarely uses contractions in his speech.

Allergic to sesame seeds, shrimp and shellfish.

Knows a lot of information about a lot of different topics and can make surface level conversation easily, usually.

Doodles sometimes in journals or on scrap paper. He doesn't show it off.

Basically never seen without his long-sleeved black undershirt on.

Cleans Roly-Poly and Skyra daily.

Hygiene

Tries very hard to keep himself clean as much as he can. He doesn't like being dirty or having grime on him, so he washes as frequently as he can, given the nature of his journey. One of his biggest things that annoys him, that he does not even knows annoys him, is when he has something disgusting in his hair. Or just... something disgusting on himself. No, thank you. Where is the closest water basin?

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Sat 1st Apr 2023 10:09

Dear Ros,

by Prince Marros / Mayday Talae

Hey there, dear brother. It's me, Rio.

I took your journal. I don't think you're going to even notice it's missing. You haven't been writing in it much since Elion agreed to stick with us, but I get it. I know that there's so much going on in your head now, so much so that you don't even know where to start writing. There's also so much going on in my head, too, you know? We're really in the same position, Ros. More than I think you realize.

I don't know how to talk about what happened. I don't want to think about it. I don't know if I'll ever be able to say anything about it. But I do know that... You did what you had to do. You were protecting me. Us. You promised you'd protect me, and you succeeded. At an awful cost, but a necessary one. A life for a life, right?

We weren't raised that way. I hate thinking that way. But I have to think that way, because there's nothing else I can do. Elion traded lives in Everska and you... Defended me... And I... My magic was stronger than I thought it'd be...

But. People die. All the time. And all of the party have taken lives before. I will never think that it's okay to take a life from someone, but there will always be circumstances where it's either you or someone else. I... I never want to be put into situations like that, but that's what happened. The cultists are trying to destroy the world, too, so perhaps the loss of their lives is not such a tragedy.

I write, but that's not how I feel. And that's not how you feel either.

I don't know what's going on in your brain, Marros. What I do know is I love you. I will always love you. You're my brother. You've kept your promise, and I know that you will continue to do so. Nothing that you can do will make me love you less, and I'll never fear you or hate you (I did peek at your last journal entry, sorry).

I love you, brother. I know that things are awful now and it feels like nothing will ever be right again. Life does not stay awful. Bad can only last so long. It cannot remain cloudy. If it did, then the flowers would never bloom. If you cannot ever find a brightness in a day, then please allow me to be that brightness for you. I want to chase away your storm clouds, but you have to let me see them first. I don't care how dark they are. They won't scare me.

I am here with you. I will always be with you. Even if you do break and show me your undesirable side, I will not leave you. It might be good for you to break and lash out and be angry or cry. I know that you've always held yourself back. You don't need to anymore. Our parents aren't around to stifle you now. No one will judge you. You can do whatever you want to.

With love, forever and always, Riole.

Marros / Mayday's Journal Ordered oldest to newest

Once Again, Hello
11 Mar 2023 10:42:29

Dear Ros,
01 Apr 2023 10:09:56

The major events and journals in Marros / Mayday's history, from the beginning to today.

Dear Ros,
Hey there, dear brother. It's me, Rio. I took your journal. I don't think you're going to even notice it's missing. You haven't been writing in it much since Elion agreed to stick with us, but I get it. I know that there's so much going on in your head...
11:34 pm - 01.04.2023

Once Again, Hello
It has been so long since I last wrote anything down in this journal. I have lost motivation to write anything down. I care very little for most things now and I'm so scared. I've never felt like this before. I fear that if I write all of my thoughts d...
10:44 am - 11.03.2023

I do not want to write this so openly... I do not think it is wise to say this. I have discovered a glimmer of hope in this town the caravan is staying at, which is named Tinkertown. It feels too dangerous to write, however, so... I shall retract my statement. The Onyxbasher family are the leaders of Tinkertown and before arriving here I was aware of their involvement with constructing mechanical objects or forging weaponry. I did not know that they had a Royal Artificer. It is rather interesting that they do utilize artificers skills, and I saw several well-designed and excellently made constructs. Both Roly-Poly and Skyra were excited to see them, as well. Sadly, they were not paid as much attention to because of the seemingly commonplace role that constructs have in this town. It... It is bizarre in a slightly thrilling way to see so many mechanical beings around. I have never seen so many in one place before. It was fun to watch how they moved and interacted with the world. They all are much more sleek and nimble than Roly-Poly is. I think I have much to learn. And, coincidentally, or perhaps by fate, I got to meet the Royal Artificer. He is a.... very eccentric man. He is eager and excitable and not... Perhaps not as well-spoken as I expected a Royal Artificer to be. Hm, to be honest, I do not know what I envisioned a Royal Artificer to be. One with mechanical legs and a mechanical arm and a very jaunty disposition is not the vision, though. He is blithe and sprightly and buoyant and I was not expecting it. It is not a bad thing. I think it is, potentially, good for me to be around someone like him. He seems like he wants to help and he did give me an interesting magical object, although he also used me as a test subject and he knew my last name although I never said it aloud to anyone in this town. Or to anyone, the entire time I have been away from my kingdom. I... Wonder how he knew. Did he get in touch with the Royal Advisor? Was he listening underneath, since he said he was under the ground before? It is a curiosity that I do not have the luxury to explore. The missing people is peculiar. There was also the rumor of missing people among the circus folk. Entire search parties not returning is concerning. Towns disappearing is a rather alarming problem. Something noxious is afoot, and I do not know what it could possibly be. Unless... Could the invading force be kidnapping people for some reason? Performing experiments on entire towns to... do something? Or is it not related to Laralissi at all? It may not be. It most likely is not. The mysteries keep adding up and I cannot figure out how to piece together the puzzle that is unfurling before my eyes. It is mildly annoying. If I can find the looking glass Vic Straid told me about, then I know more will become clear. I wanted to go to the lake upon arriving at the Tinkertown outskirts, and I was surprised to hear that may be where the looking glass is located. Maybe I thought something was off about the lake. Maybe it was incongruous with my memories of this location from all of the maps I viewed when I was younger. Maybe I simply have a sense for abnormal things, as I did with the Heartstone. What a gift that would be. I think my parents would be very interested in it. My parents... My family... I must find the looking glass as soon as I can. I will have to tell the party of my goal, since I know Beef, at the very least, will want to know where I am going. I do not know what waits for me at the lake and it would be nice to ask Artemis to accompany me to it... And distract him from whatever he is doing in town? I already feel as if I am relying too much on the party. I do not want to ask them to come with me. This is my own personal problem and I will see to it that I resolve it myself. Er, with Vic Straid's help, I suppose, since he has a fascinating mechanical suit and he is very eager to go. I will inform the party of my goal and set off. They do not need to accompany me, although I have a feeling they might feel inclined to. It is a weird feeling.

04:57 am - 16.03.2022

I knew that Monty was not to be trusted, and I am not surprised that I am correct. Who is in the jailor cart? Who would be held captive by Monty, anyway? There are too many questions and I do not have any answers to any of them, so I will... Put it aside for now. I should bring it up with the party some time soon, so as to be sure that everyone is aware of what is underneath the surface of this circus caravan. My chest hurt earlier, which is quite peculiar. I wonder if there is an illness I have been afflicted with, perhaps? I do not feel ill in the slightest. I do not think it is much to worry about, though if it ever does happen again then some concern for it may be warranted. I am wanting to speak with Beef about Draconic so I will put my journal away for tonight.

11:30 pm - 15.03.2022

I am so tired from the events of today. The person who is in charge of these carnies is not trustworthy, I have decided. He is suspicious and I did not enjoy how he handled the situation with the assassin earlier. It is peculiar that an assassin would be after a Ringleader... What reason could there be? He said something about his relations with other people.. I do not know what to think. I have too many thoughts to write down and I am tired. I wish to simply rest. Was the assassin sent after me? Perhaps. He did target me and threaten to slice my throat. I think I was simply in the wrong place at the wrong time, though. I will believe that is the situation, because I do not know any reason why or even how an assassin would be sent after me. It makes little to no sense to me, so I will decide to stash the thought away for now and examine it later if I ever need to. Oh, right. Beef was upset with me earlier, for a reason I do not entirely understand. We discussed and I believe the situation has resolved itself, though it does make me wary of any future interactions I may have with him or any other different races. I think he misunderstood me and my intentions, which is unfortunate. I must be mindful. I will try to sleep now. My shoulders both hurt from the confrontation with the gnolls, so I will let them rest and recover. I do hope that no nightmares plague me tonight. I do not want to see my country burning again. I cannot...

02:05 am - 11.03.2022

My kingdom is in danger, and I am, at this current moment, in no position to help them. My family and people are suffering at the hands of an unknown invader and I am useless over here. I sincerely believed we had good relations with our neighboring countries. Mother has worked hard to soothe the egos of the nobles around us. Father has established alliances that are beneficial for all parties involved. Jenola is set to marry Fenian, and both Kevril and Elion are courting princesses from other kingdoms. Well, they are... They are trying to. Sincerely. But Elion is not as graceful as he should be and Kevril gets far too flustered when Mamae smiles at him. I miss watching them stumble and clam up. Roly-Poly was always so good at helping break through the awkward atmosphere. Lamra and Riole (and myself, admittedly) laughed at them and teased them when they got even more embarrassed. I miss.... I miss them so much. I hope that they are okay. All of them. Even Jes, my sweet, yet foolish, dog. I am sure I would have heard something if... No. I cannot allow myself to think like this. I must have faith that my family is alright. They are. I know that they are. They have to be. I cannot ruminate and let dreadful thoughts enter my mind. So, instead, the question is: what country is it that is invading my home? Surely it cannot be one of our allies. Mister Whitehall said that they were from across the sea, although I have never heard of any country across the sea with airships and humanoid constructs. What could they want with Laralissi? If they have made no demands or asked for anything, then why are they attacking? It would be a waste of assets and personnel to attack a kingdom with no goal. Do the attackers want land or resources? Do they want to eradicate my kingdom? Is this the start of something bigger? If the attackers from across the sea are more advanced then the kingdoms on this continent, I fear for the other kingdoms. No kingdom, as far as I am aware, is able to counter constructs and airships. If my family had not kept my magic a secret, then perhaps they would have a way to defend the kingdom now. I would have taught our talented craftsman and magicians how to create constructs similar to Roly-Poly. We could have been one of the most advanced kingdoms. I could have been a paragon, or at the very least relied upon, instead of being the ill-suited black spawn. Ah. Ah. No. Nooo. No, this is not a good way to be. I cannot be upset or resentful toward my parents or the advisors who (ruined everything) gave them less then ideal advice. Bad news is bad for me, I now see, because, apparently, it burrows inside my brain and breaks apart my mood entirely. There my mood goes, crumbling, disintegrating, turning to ash. Let me attempt to remedy this: it is good that I know that my kingdom is being attacked... although I feel almost powerless to do anything to help. I want to return home and save my kingdom, become a hero of some sort to my people... but I cannot go back to the place where I am the pariah of my family. This is not working. I think I actually feel worse. I hate this hypocritical and melancholic way that I am outside of my kingdom. I became too aware and it destroyed my life. I should have remained blissfully ignorant, like everyone else. I was not necessarily happier back then, but... But what? There is nothing to add to the sentence. My thoughts are in shambles and my penmanship is becoming sloppy. (Amendment: but I was with my family that loved me, even if... I was not the favorite child. Ha. That is putting it lightly.) If I could go back in time, then I would. If I could turn back time and avoid that encounter, then I would in a heartbeat. I had always wished for a chance meeting that would help me see how the world truly was, but now that I have had it, I would like to return it. Everything was better when I did not know the truth. Even as I write that, I know it is not true. Curse my hypocritical ways. I should have never left home, I now think. I should not have. I knew that it was not a good idea when I left, and now I am being shown by fate that I have made a terrible mistake. How pathetic my musings are. Po at least seems happy. He always is happy. I wish he could teach me how to be as carefree and cheerful as he is, although I am not someone who will ever truly be able to be carefree. Perhaps I could work on my cheerfulness. I do not think it is something that can be changed quickly, and I do not think I should enjoy myself while my kingdom is being attacked by- See? This is what I mean. I left home to take a breath but now I feel completely horrible for leaving my people in their time of need. I should return home as soon as I can, after I find a military power that will help my kingdom. I cannot go back home empty-handed. Maybe I should write a letter to my parents, to let them know that I am okay and that I am going to find help out in the world beyond the kingdoms' borders. I do not think I should inform them of where I am going to, since I... I do not want to be found yet. It is important they know that I am alright, though. If they have any concern for my wellbeing then I would like to assuage that feeling and reassure them that their black sheep is still baa-ing out in the pasture. Baa-ing out in the pasture, I write, with a rueful smile, because my joke is depressing. It is terribly lonely to be a black sheep surrounded by a family of white sheep. It is terribly lonely to be a runaway prince who cannot let anyone get close to him, because he is quite bad at keeping his true identity hidden. It is terribly lonely to be a dumb prince who had a few bad encounters in the outside world he was always warned about and became scared of people betraying him. I would like to cite my earlier statement, of how pathetic my musings are. They are the epitome of pathetic. I let the bad news infest my brain and poison it. Madam Mysteria must have put a hex on me, or maybe it was all the fumes in that tent. I shall blame this woeful mood on that. And on the bad news regarding my home that is very flawed but that I love. Anyway, onto greener pastures. (Another joke, and no one will ever see it.) The group that helped me rescue Po seem like decent folk. Beef, the copper dragonborn, gave me a gift, for some reason that I cannot quite discern. A peace offering? A show of good faith? Did he not want the ivory elephant so he passed it off to me? I accepted it because I did not really want to refuse a gift given for an unknown reason (maybe it is a cultural thing?) and the elephant was beautifully carved. Good craftsmanship, I must say, and try not to laugh to myself because that would be strange. No one except for Hazel would even understand it. Maybe if I came up with my own peace offering and sent it his way then I may be able to overcome my complications with him. I do think he was trying to help, back then, in his own way. He just... Seems difficult to get a read on, I suppose. I want to clear my head and approach tomorrow with a better mindset. I am not enjoying isolating myself, and Po likes meeting people, and truly? I do as well. As long as he is not almost captured again (thank the goddess he can screech so loudly), then I do not think it is necessary to separate myself from the others. I can be by them and be friendly with them and not let them know anything about me. I suppose I will need to get used to their presence, since I will be traveling up to Everska with them. Beef and Artemis both know of military powers I can request the assistance of, as well. A clear head, a goal, and a (possibly) good nights rest will be a good way to start anew. I would like to shed the skin I have taken on since leaving Laralissi, though it is a good idea to still be wary. Then, maybe, I should figure out a new way to balance my persona. I shall do so after I write my letter to my family.

12:18 am - 22.02.2022

It is a bird. The crimson colored egg is growing a very large bird, that I do not know the species of. I am quite excited for the creature to hatch. A bird... Perhaps it is fate that I discovered the egg. Hm. Yes, I enjoy this idea. It was a fated meeting, between the giant bird and myself. Even if it is simply a gigantic chicken, which it very well may be, I will still love and care for it as fiercely as I can. Hatch soon, Little Chick. Come out to greet the world and say hello to your mechanical older brother. He is very eager to meet you, even though you two are completely different beings. I love that he is excited. I love that he has developed the personality that he has. Peerless Potions was interesting. Damien was.... relatively helpful, although I feel he could have, perhaps, offered more assistance. Nonetheless, I am very glad that I acquired the potions that I did. I feel as if they will come in handy rather soon, if I have another unfortunate encounter. I do sincerely hope that luck is on my side and I do not encounter gnolls (or any other unfriendly species) anytime soon again. The bizarre is interesting. I wonder if there will be anything of use there. I do not want to be ogled again, though it is unlikely anyone would recognize me here in Altamira. Be that as it may, I shall not let my guard down again. I do not want.... No. Not again. I refuse to remember it. I refuse to experience anything like that even once more. Even if I must be unfriendly and unwelcoming to people, I would rather protect myself and Roly-Poly. Our wellbeing is what I must care about the most. Even if I do not like this persona that I am presenting. Even if it is not helping me at all. Even if it is terribly isolating. I suppose it is as Father would say; a worthy sacrifice.

01:36 am - 11.02.2022

My back hurts. I suppose that is what I get for climbing without any safety procedures set in place. My haste has caused me pain. I shall be more careful next time. While I am letting the pain subside, I will sit here and write in my journal. I do not know how long this task will take me, as I have never needed to locate a potion that the shopkeeper himself does not know the location of before, though I do not think however long it will take matters. If I am too long inside of this potions shop, named Peerless Potions, then I am sure the potion-maker will tell me to leave or Beef will come in to check on me. Will he be able to fit through the door? Or is he too large? If he is, Roly-Poly can come in to retrieve me. I believe he is fond of Beef. My plan is still in place, even if Roly-Poly does not like it. I do not intend to travel with Beef or with any other person. It is luck that we happened to be going the same direction. After I obtain the potions from the potion-maker (whose name I did not ask, shamefully) I will see what else of interest is in Marrowood and say my farewells to Beef, then keep heading east. He is not, as far as I can tell, too similar to... Well, he is not completely alike to... Though there are several similitudes... And I... My sentences are tangled. This reflects my inner turmoil. I must not do this. Do not postulate or theorize. Hypotheses and worries do not help me. I should not dwell on the past. I must keep moving onward. That is one of the few things my parents taught me that has served me well. I wonder what the name of the potion-maker is. I must learn it. It would be strange to ask what it is now, though, would it not be? Hm... I will ask for it later. I must also find something to help me navigate this tower. Perhaps the potion-maker has something that could assist me?

05:39 am - 30.01.2022

The day was a disaster, although it is entirely too negative to say that. How can I not? The weird human who entrapped me while the spider was baring down on me, all of the spiders and their deaths, the Heartstone and my stabbing it... I wonder if it is not too late for me to leave. I am not indebted to any of these people or to Altamira. I have no reason to stay with any of them. I have no reason to stay in this town. The right decision would be to leave I do not think I will be able to face the innkeeper, when the wizard tells him about the piece of Heartstone I coincidentally had. He already is keeping his eyes on me, although all I am doing is sitting at a table and writing. I do not think he trusts me. Perhaps he already knows what I have done. I could explain to him that it was necessary to ensure the spiders abandoned the town, though I do not think anyone will approve of my destruction of their main tourist attraction, no matter what reason I give them. (I do believe the placard to be false. The forest was beautiful and full of life after the Heartstone was destroyed. (I still cannot believe I did that and it worked. There were so many spiders atop it and the fire was burning so bright. I don't know how I survived.) I know that people create fables and myths in order to bring prosperity to their home, so perhaps that is what the situation is regarding the Heartstone? There is, hopefully, a modicum of truth to all of it, or perhaps there is not, and the people of Altamira are all liars and cheats. The innkeeper is still studying me. I retract my former statement, good sir, so please remove your line of sight from my person.) He has not. Alas. Roly-Poly is dirty and I must clean him. I cannot bring him into the inn while he is so filthy. I do not think I want to rent a room here, anyway, if the innkeeper is going to keep staring at me. A few silver pieces will make up for any grievances my presence at this simple table has caused him. It is not as if there are many other people in the inn, though... I shall depart from this inn and set out for somewhere else. If I leave now, then I should make it to a different town by tomorrow morning.

02:11 am - 21.01.2022

I have met several people today. They are quite interesting and seem very capable of combatting the creatures that reside within the woods. Hopefully I will be able to get along with them. All of them. Roly-Poly got filthy. I regret letting him be so heavily involved in the fighting, though he was unharmed and seemed to like the attention. Perhaps I have kept him sequestered for too long...

04:39 am - 16.01.2022

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Hey there, dear brother. It's me, Rio. I took your journal. I don't think you're going to even notice it's missing. You haven't been writing in it much since Elion agreed to stick with us, but I get it. I know that there's so much going on in your head...
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It has been so long since I last wrote anything down in this journal. I have lost motivation to write anything down. I care very little for most things now and I'm so scared. I've never felt like this before. I fear that if I write all of my thoughts d...
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