Journal Entry #8

Juhd'Hon, 1000 YAR

Caliban always appeared to me as a kalashtar man of simple means. He was always dressed in a black, dark blue, or purple tunic with simple silver trim. He had silver hair like mine that he kept pulled back at the nape of his neck and eyes that glittered like the stars. Sometimes, I would permit him to have freckles or perhaps imagine him with a scar. He always humored me. We would drink sake and stare at the moon, speaking of fortune, fate, and the tides.

Judas is… different. He is tall and broad, with a chiseled jaw, striking blue eyes, and strawberry blond hair that he keeps somewhat short and slicked back. Like his High Priestess, he seems to have a fondness for gold. His robes are lined with the most ostentatious filigree and his clothes made of the finest material. I find myself trying to picture him in a simple orange tunic… but he didn’t humor me.

We walked the grounds of his Temple. He was polite and charming, a picture of wealth and grace. I asked him about setting up an apiary and he agreed. I asked him if he wished to drink sake with me under the moon. I confess, I had hoped to offend him by speaking of my rituals with another deity. He laughed and smiled.

Now I suppose I must have sake with him.

Dysis