Dear Diary:
I am not the kind of man who finds the need to bother cataloging his life. In fact, I would usually see such things as a waist of good paper, but recent events has made me reconsider, as I cannot think of any other way to realistically vent my frustrations.
It's been 5 day's since my failed ascension to nascent soul. One would think my frustrations relate to this failure of mine, and I would not begrudge any who might assume that to be the case, but that could not be farther from the truth.
My true frustrations relate to the woman who saved my life, if one could even call such a brutish savage a woman that is. It all started 4 days ago when she dragged my injured and vulnerable body from a river in the woodoll forest, stripped me down for what she claimed to be medical practices, perused my belongings without consent and although I lack the evidence to prove as such, I am almost certain that she secretly stole some of my garments, she claims got swept away in the river. If not for her power and that little 'Piñata' as she called it that amused me so. I would have likely sought out some other master to help me in my hour of need.
On day 2 I had finally convinced this hooligan to escort me to a safe location where I could contact my followers. However. To spite my kind gestures I'm sure, she denied me the closest and safest route to Kortal, and instead headed to the far away city of Latnos. I'd like to say that's the worst of what happened, but as she was buying the carriage I noticed she picked the cheapest and dirtiest of them all, and she didn't even buy the horse, she just rented it. You might think It was out of poverty, but I caught a glimpse of her coin purse, and although she was not nearly as wealthy as I, she could easily afford to buy the whole stable let alone a foul and sickly horse. I spent the remainder of that day tolerating her brutish insults, while remaining polite as a noble gentleman such as myself should.
Day 3 was the absolute worst thus far. Not only did she leave a cut on my face, she out right attacked me in the midst of an ambush. Trueth be told I may have thrown the first punch, but that barbarian had it coming. She cared more about that sickly horse than the safety of the one she was protecting. I have absolutely no remorse for the death of that sickly horse. And to pour salt on the wound she then summoned a carriage more befitting of a man such as I, out of thin air. It made a days travel in the span of one hour. Had we used it from the get-go, we would be half way there already, or if I had my way, we would have already reached our destination days ago. The carriage ride itself was rather nice I admit if not for the fact I had to share it with her. That was until we reached the forest outside of Quartsel, when she bound and gagged me, as she carried me through the town gates.
Day 4 It's been relatively nice, since I got to see that woman begrudgingly pay for various things. I swear I saw her shed a tear as she paid the stable boy three times the worth of your average horse. I also was invited to stay the night at the city Lords manor, and much to that foul woman's dismay, she was not permitted on the premises. I'll soon meet with the city lord of Quartsel, hopefully he will agree to contact my followers whom are likely searching high and low for me. This country is one of the few non hostile ones to the Dark Palace after all, my death would only harm our relations with the Hi-empire.