*Journal Entry
*Penned By Oliver TurnKey
When everything started I was determined to keep the Mori'Quessir woman.. A Ranger at arms length as Lolth's children are not to be trusted, and oddly enough tonight as I write I feel that Lady Amastacia felt the same way. Now after many weeks in the company of my new companions I have permitted some of my opinions to shift, based on the actions of an individual over the actions of a people and I am sorry to say that this is the first time that my father's advice and observations proved true.
I have tested her, as I am certain that she has tested me for I have no doubt of her intellect. In fact she is possessed of a quiet grace about her actions that is certainly admirable while still influenced by a vice or two that gentles Ellistrae's dark perfection. When she speaks she is rarely formal, never demeaning and always receptive. The sort of woman I would be comfortable welcoming among my kin.. If only they would stay their swords long enough to know her, though I have little trust that they would.
It is unusual, the kinship I have with her. My indulgence of Seldoforyama is of a different nature, like the responsibility I feel for my daughter. This new bond that is being forged between Lady Amastacia and I is rougher, more direct, the sort of thing that says to me that while we will definitely quarrel I will be able to trust her at my back.
At first I thought that it may have been romantic, through the teasing after the Vistani woman Valentina and after the nightmares that occurred in the Durst house. So I charmed her into joining me in a bath before retiring.
When the innkeeper escorted us to the small bath chamber there was little awkwardness as I took her measure and again I am sure that she took mine as we assisted each other in removing armor, we talked. Nothing tawdry and certainly we didn't discuss the horrors of the night before, nor did we discuss much of our upbringings or reasons we left our homes. But it was interesting to know that neither of us had the option of going home again. The deepest scar's cannot be seen on the flesh, and the worst wounds reveal not a drop of blood, like threads from the great Weaver I believe that this simple truth binds she and I together.
More recently, she nearly killed me. Amastacia was hiding a terrible and dark secret from the rest of us, my heart stills to think about her struggle in the time before it all happened. Now I should be writing about Castle Ravensloft and everything that lead up to it, but for the moment I am taking a step backwards. I want to see these people as they are, not through rain slicked glass. I don't want to watch, I want to touch them as they have touched me, I hate knowing what Amastacia went through she was forced to handle alone. In the carriage on the way to the castle she didn't even hint at the beast devouring her from the inside.
Rational Sidhion recognizes a betrayal.. Oliver however, Oliver knows that he would have kept the secret the same way the lady did. Now as she drifts quietly in the candle lit baths beside me I remember the sharp fear the streaked through my veins when she was finally consumed by the beast and changed, it was the heat of combat nothing made sense, the monster had just killed Seldoforyama then it wasn't alone. Amastacia struck, she landed a hard blow on the other and a glancing one on myself. The tone of the fight shifted as we slaked our blood thirst, she turned on me.. And for all the magic and blades at my disposal, the only one I could use was my tongue. Hurting her was unthinkable and though it almost cost me my life... I am not unhappy traveling together.
I trust her. I would take anyone who hurt her apart at the seams.
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