#oc journal

Transcript:

After a long and arduous journey, I've finally arrived in the Capital.

The road was, thankfully, quiet — save for the droves of refugees seeking refuge within the city's walls.

The walls surrounding the great Capital are taller than I thought, but not tall enough to keep out the apparent malignity spreading within.

King Albreich spoke little of my reason for being here when I held audience with him.

In fact, the good king seemed rather… avoidant.

Instead of speaking plainly, I was given a tour of the castle.

The medical wing was much more lackluster than I imagined, as was the staff.

My 'assistant' was a mere apprentice, a young man named Hubert who seemed entirely uninterested in anything other than his tomes.

Apparently, his father is the Alberich's Lord Chancellor, which makes me question if the boy's appointment is the work of nepotism or actual talent.

Though I have yet to make the acquaintance of Lord Chancellor DeWitte, his offspring seem to permeate the castle.

Another one of his sons, Reimund, is a fellow member of the royal council.

Just when I finally thought I was finally rid of that awful brood, I was then introduced to the good queen.

Her grace, Queen Gwyndoline, is not of the DeWitte bloodline, but her companion and lady in waiting certainly is.

Lady Kassilda DeWitte is certainly… something.

I thought her quite comely upon fist glance — tall, well-proportioned, and overall, very easy on the eyes — but then she opened her mouth, and I was reminded that she's a DeWitte.

She spoke some mumbled warning to me something about a dark cloud hanging above me — that both the king and queen dismissed as

When we departed, Alberich informed me that Lady DeWitte is not the most sound of mind, which certainly explains her… strangeness, for lack of a better word.

After that, our tour came to an end.

I was shown to my chambers, where I unpacked before sitting down to write this very entry.

Tomorrow, my duties as Lord Healer officially commence.

Hopefully, I will get some answers as to the nature of the sickness sweeping the city and what role I am to play in handling it.

For now, I must unpack and find something to eat.

— D. Novikov

Transcript:

I dreamt again last night.

In it, an outsider — a man swathed in darkness and reeking of medicine — awoke a terrible evil slumbering beneath our fair city.

A terrible miasma — a great, dark cloud — seeped through the streets, leaving not but ruin in its wake.

The end has already begun.

Father says the sickness is spreading, but I pray he is wrong.

I pray for many things these days, but I fear my pleas fall on deaf ears.

The Gods have shunned my prayers in the past, so why would they care to listen now?

Prayer is one of the few comforts I have, even if it is an empty one.

Gwyndoline has taken notice of my melancholy, and has done what she can to brighten my spirits.

I spent the entire day in her company, like we used to when we were girls.

It was a sweet respite, one I desperately needed after being alone with my thoughts for so long.

Unfortunately, I was yet again reminded of the terrible fate the gods have in store for us.

Alberich came barging in while we were having tea, dragging along a man I recognized the moment I laid eyes on him.

Dimirty Novikov is his name, but I know him as the man from my dream — the one that will bring with him our ruin.

I tried to warn him of the terrible events that he's unknowingly set into motion, but he did not heed my words.

He looked at me like I was a madwoman.

Everyone thinks I'm crazy.

I'm not.

I know I'm not.

I know things, I see things, but no one believes me, they all think me mad.

I want to prove them wrong, but doing so will mean that all those terrible dreams haunting my mind will come true.

I do not wish for them to suffer, I merely want them to understand.

Perhaps that is too much to ask.

Perhaps I am meant to bear the weight of this dreadful curse alone.

I'm tired, both physically and mentally.

I should sleep, but I'm scared to close my eyes.

I'm scared of the next horrifying dream that should invade my unconscious mind should I give into my body's desperate cries for rest.

Laudanum no longer works like it used to.

It once quieted my turbulent mind, but now its only use is putting me in a dissociative haze.

I've tried drinking myself into a dreamless oblivion, but not even the strongest of wines are of any help.

I'll simply have to stay awake instead.

Hubert might have some tincture to energize me, and if not, then coffee and tea shall be my companions.

I could spend my time painting, but the tremor in my hands makes even thinking about holding a brush impossible.

Instead, I'll pray.

It is my most sincere hope that this time, the gods might hear me.

I need not their pity, only their divine mercy on the souls witching this city that will soon be enshrouded in that dreadful darkness.

— Kassilda Philomena Estellise DeWitte

【❝A/N: Hey, hi, hello, everyone! Here’s the OC content I promised! I’m still working on finalizing designs for character sheets, but I should, hopefully, have some art of these two soon! I know this isn’t my usual work, but I’ve really been into working on original stuff in my spare time and have been itching to share it! Of course, I still have a long way to go in terms of developing the greater plot, but I’m not sweating it since this is all just for fun. I promise I’ll be back to posting fics as usual soon, so don’t worry about being overwhelmed by more OC stuff lol! Anyway, I hope you all enjoy! Also, please feel free to ask any questions about these two or their plot/story — I really wanna talk about them more lol!❞】

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