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This is the last will and testament of Roaven Wulf, king of nothing pusher of luck and with a fortune to match. Perhaps just testament, though the title is fitting enough. This is my attempt to……I’m not looking for absolution, or vindication, or anything, I just want to see if I can commit these words to writing, though it is my intention that no others shall view this document, and it likely won’t survive the week. Regardless, this is my attempt to….justify my actions? No, I’m not looking for justification, this is…for the record, I suppose, though it will never survive that long. I would like to…start begin preface this with a note that my state of mind is perhaps not as sound as it might be, and thus this might come across as scattered I have not slept as much as I want to recently, between my spywork, actual work, training, sessions with Elliot, helping Isaac, though he obviously doesn’t need it, and just crossing the city. My dreams have similarly been unsettling, though I suppose this whole city has been that way for a while.

Recent events should be covered first, I suppose. I went to see the recently captured soul eating monster that now resides in a cell at Haven Network. She, Rachel that is, is doing remarkably well considering her imprisonment, which she attributes to visitors and force of will. I imagine that my presence was hardly uplifting, but it was an interesting encounter. My attempt to humanize the enemy I had faced only once left me with more than I had predicted, and I now have a name and several ways to attempt to track him down. Alwiss, Rachel’s head informer, is said to be very competent in the ways of remaining unseen, and if I gain the time I shall have to see what he can teach him, which is sure to be plenty. For now, however, he might have an answer or two to contribute to my investigation, which I will not detail in writing. Might from Elliot, magic from Isaac, and stealth from him. There surely exists at least one cliché in there. Either way, my next goals are to inquire at Rachel’s studio, watch her cell for his arrival, or use Alerin as a link to him. I seem to constantly be gaining new objectives and rarely accomplishing any.

Second, the encounter with the creature that seems to be stalking the city. I have dubbed it the Chimera, because, while it doesn’t contain the same parts from the mythological Greek creature, it, too, seems to be made of many parts, the most prominent being the spider legs and insect chitin. I escaped, but I wonder if I had not been so obsessed with that, could I have bested the creature? I will not be so arrogant as to assume I would have triumphed, but I fear I fled in haste. It seems that, as with our..my late arrival at the location of Rachel’s kidnappers, I have twice been presented with a chance to head off a monster before it got the chance to menace the city, and twice have failed. I will not read too deeply into that, however, as I am sure it is merely coincidence. Regardless, the Chimera is now someone else’s problem, as the chances of me encountering it once more in a city this large are very small. One in a million, to use the classic approximation.

I think this confessional poorly disguised as an attempt to catalog my thoughts and examine my actions has gone on long enough, at least for now, but I believe I should conclude this travesty of an entry with an examination of my current goals:

The first thing I need to maintain is my current schedule with regards to my sword and hand-to-hand training with Elliot, as well as my job and the practice I maintain on my own.

Second is finishing Isaac’s machine. This is important it is both time important and should be completed in short order, leaving me room to finish other tasks.

Need to retrieve my armor from Haven’s elf tech. Though I know little about him, I must admit I harbor a certain fondness, likely born of the fact that he has no reservation about arming me. Also should see about acquiring a sidearm, but that is low priority. Again, this task shall be completed easily and will eliminate another objective to spare room for others.

My investigation is also very important, as it will make sure I don’t get rusty as far as espionage goes, and the fact that I’m being paid for this job certainly doesn’t hurt. Will also share information with Rachel, though I can’t afford to go out of my way for her until she is in a situation to compensate me for the work. Will, however, check on Dream and Fear for her, as it is a simple task. Perhaps I still feel guilty for arriving too late to save her…easily dismissed though; guilt is something I don’t have time for. It will have to remain with the other emotions that have to wait to be dealt with until later.

If time permits, Alwis(s?) should be contacted for potential training in stealth

I need to devote more time to magic practice. Fire is all fine and good, but I need to diversify. Lightning would be fun, could do with a few more storms around here(Not snow). Also be a lot more poetic, and I could use with some poetic drama in my life. Further experience with sleep magic should help, too.

----------------------------------- Low Priority:

Should catch up with Kat, Sergei and others. Disregard, no time for social calls. They’re better off anyway

Isaac’s test to acquire some of his books, but that can wait, not confident in my magical prowess creativity yet.

Heard talk of motorcycle street racing recently. Shame I couldn’t attend, probably could’ve swiped a few bottles off a drunk and would’ve been a nice break. Can’t compete though, borrow Terrence’s bike? Probably prefers bike intact, saved my life, can’t ask more of him, don’t know well anyway

Renovate home further? Probably moving soon Clean up broken glass? Already contained, might as well leave it

Keaton? Need more time, no social calls, maybe after I finish some things

Time magic? Jokes, not my forte

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The blessed king of nothing
Sits on his worthless throne
His castle is a-crumbling
He rules his land alone