Journal Entry #2

Mortis'Shal 999 YAR

Today as the last of my things are gathered and packed… I found myself walking the paths through the mountains. I am no artist, but whenever I look at these crude sketches, I hope I will be reminded of home… of this old temple on the mountaintop… of a god who enjoyed drinking sake while watching the tide come in.

I left instructions for keeping my apiary. The ladies ensured me that they will care for them as I have over these past five years.


Will they remember me? Will they know that the hands that care for their homes have changed?


Perhaps I may build a new apiary in Judas. Will the weather be agreeable there? Without them and the harmony of their buzzing, I fear I may go mad.


Yesterday, I had a vision of bees. A swarm. They danced across lands of red-soil and desert sands a like. I felt the soil and the sand beneath my bare feet. I spoke with someone…. Is this someone I shall meet? Is this someone I have met?


Visions are often cruel, even for an Oracle.

Dysis Caliban