Karn's Spellshard

[redcoat]

I am Karn... and I will not forget the Man in Black.

[Ancelas]

This one is reminded that this one is not... good... at keeping track of this one's memories. This one feels like this one has kept a record of this one's deeds in the past, but like so many things in this one's past, this one does not remember what happened to such records.

This one remembers the Man in Black, though. This one will not forget. And this one remembers the storm...

There is something wrong with the stone in this one's chest. This one has known of it, for some time. That is why this one showed it to the.... speakers. Stone speaker? No... the... one from the Red Clay Clan. Yes, this one remembers that one, the one that gave this one this stone. There is something wrong with this one's stone - this one's heart - and the frame in which it sits. The Rorr is concerned. The Rorr would know about these one's bodies, but this one's body does not work the same way the Rorr's does. This one is accustomed to having things broken. They repair, in time.

Or they don't. Maybe that is why this one's heart is damaged. Maybe the things that have broken in this one's past have never healed. Maybe this one has healed over the damage, so that this one cannot remember the damage that exists, just beneath the surface.

This one remembers the storm, though. The fury. Diving into the water, and saving the captain... so clear. Not murky, like the Man in Black. Or the Green Lady. This one wants to know more about the Green Lady...

There is something wrong with this one. The damage, the memories... this one needs to heal, to remember. What these ones did in the cave today helped. Something changed, something healed, something broke. It feels like a cycle this one cannot escape from.

It is difficult to discuss these things out loud. This one has such difficulty communicating... but this one has this one's voice back! It is a momentous occasion. Those ones can now understand this one, better than before. Maybe. This remains to be seen.

Why did this one start this record...? Ah. To remember. To keep remembering. To remember the stones, and touching the Earth. To remember the storm and the Fury. To remember the Man in Black and the Green Lady. To remember that this one is broken, and this one needs to be fixed.

Maybe the Rorr will know. Maybe the Guardians. Maybe they do not know. This one is uncertain. But this one must try.

This one will try to change shapes, to make sure this one still can. This one... This one hopes this one does not break this one further...

This one..

[Ancelas]

Mm... This one has had... much to think about this day. Most particularly since arriving back to this place. New Haven. This one has some time to this one's self while the Rorr prepares to fix this one's chest. This one will be dead while the Rorr does the work, so... this one thought it best to make a recording.

The Naia spoke to this one of a... trick... the Rua played on this one. The Rua took from this one without asking, and swore the Naia to secrecy, and the Naia's kind take such promises - such pacts - very seriously. The Naia thought it was okay, but confessed feeling... guilty... about the Naia's agreement. This one does not blame the Naia. One does the best one can do, and sometimes such things do not always end well. This one has tried to make right this one's mistakes when this one can - this one cannot fault the Naia for wishing the same. The Naia is this one's friend. This one has only a handful of those.

This one's memories are precious things. This one knows this one has forgotten so much... what the Rua did bothers this one. Not knowing what was taken... it feels like nothing, and everything, all at once. This one wants to know why. This one wants to know what was taken. This one changes, a little every day, and perhaps one day this one will be able to uncover the truth about this one's life. This one needs this one's memories to do so.

The truth...

The Rorr shared a truth with this one. The truth of this one's heart. This one has died before, was struck down by... something. The truth is in the scar on this one's heart. This one came back, but not whole. The damage... it remains. Perhaps it is the reason why this one cannot remember so much.

This one believes it was the Man in Black.

This one has not spoken of the Man in Black aloud. This one isn't sure why. There... does not seem to be much to speak of. The Man in Black is a shadow in this one's memories, and every time this one thinks of that one, this one feels... pain. Anger. The wound to this one's heart, and that one... that one may be connected.

This one is not sure. This one's head hurts when this one things too hard about that.

This place that this one made, with the pool, and the trees... it is peaceful. There is work to do here, though. This one likes the flowers, but this one does not want them to be injured, so this one will make sure they are safe. It is a good way to spend this one's time, this one thinks. This one does not want to die again, but... it may be necessary for this one's wellbeing. Time will tell.

This one thinks this one has sat by the pond long enough. This one will do some tending until the Rorr is ready, and hopefully this one will record something new, here, later.

The heartwound and the Man in Black. The Woman in Green. The Guardians. Rua, and this one's memories. The city Nyanzaru, the storm, and the captain. The Fiendeater. The Barroth. The Ruko. The Crosp.

The Rorr, the Bones, the Verdi, the Biff, the Lia.

This one will remember.

[Ancelas]

The Woman in Green is Ingrid, and she taught me who I was. She was there when I was lost, and I was there when she passed. She showed me the world, and the creatures within it, and taught me to treat them with awe and respect. She taught me of the Green, and of the ways of the wild.

I remember.... I remember the darkness. The halls of eternity, the gates of twilight. The laughter and the screams. The drills. The endless drills. I remember duty. I remember honor. I remember the wardens, in the depths of the earth. I remember the Prison.