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Below are the 13 most recent journal entries recorded in Lady Elfleda's InsaneJournal:

    Saturday, November 21st, 2009
    9:35 am
    [info]low_tide Something Buried, Something Found...
    ( One-time enemy meets a new one: )
    Saturday, November 14th, 2009
    7:35 am
    [info]low_tide Tropical Gothic
    ( The Corruptress' arrival: )
    Monday, July 20th, 2009
    1:37 am
    [info]city_limits Tapestry Of Deception
    ( Not A Journal Item )
    Sunday, April 5th, 2009
    11:51 pm
    [info]city_limits Atia's Legacy
    ( Not A Journal Item )
    Monday, March 23rd, 2009
    3:55 am
    Monday, January 19th, 2009
    9:53 am
    [info]city_limits Messages In The Dark
    ( Not A Journal Item )
    Thursday, January 1st, 2009
    1:51 am
    [info]city_limits Tick-Tock...
    ( Not A Journal Item )
    Sunday, December 21st, 2008
    7:35 pm
    [info]city_limits Hungry, Thirsty Roots
    ( Not A Journal Item )
    Wednesday, September 10th, 2008
    3:15 am
    [info]city_limits Raw Champion
    ( Not A Journal Item )
    Thursday, August 28th, 2008
    5:15 am
    [info]city_limits Before The Fall
    ( Not A Journal Item )
    Monday, July 28th, 2008
    1:53 am
    [info]city_limits The Gathering
    ( Not A Journal Item )
    Thursday, July 17th, 2008
    9:57 pm
    [info]free_form2 Awakening The Holocaust
    Successes, yes... Failures, no. Merely disappointments.

    This place no longer holds what it once did. Its most important of legacies now vanquished. Just. A new era we now enter. Things... Are no longer as they were and yet, some? Are now as they once were. The awareness of ages past, now returned to the cradle of humanity's mind. A harvest, this is. The seeds have been sewn and now the children must dance. I once spoke of this place being as a holocaust in slumber. They had a mind of my referencing only the urban dwellings.

    I think not.

    No, I spoke of the world... And now its sleep is at an end.

    Behold, your wages of sin. Let us now compose your songs of metal and of flesh. The genesis of shadow is coming and you may pray at its altar.
    Monday, March 3rd, 2008
    11:57 pm
    [info]free_form2 Meditations On Sacrifice
    Should I imbibe this potion... I will die.

    To enact its magic, would be to diffuse me through the surrounding ether, in a moment, as if I were a mist to be thinned into infinity, only to awash me in accursed light. A perfectly efficient method of disposal... It will be painless, they say. They tell me they know the extent to which I suffer - as though they could. That with nought but a swallow, I could finish my exile, my very existence, forever.

    They say I should be the one to do it. But they are weak... They can no longer bring themselves to look at me, much less end me. They hesitate. They fear me. Even when I am like this and they have their perfect, pure, strong forms, still blessed by the Abyss' embrace, they fear me. And well they should. I am no longer like them... I am beyond them. I have the ultimate power - the power of choice.

    This body, this likeness... This is my dominion... Mine to command. No other's.

    I can sense them... Out there, outside the mines. Cowering. Not daring to speak. They are the frail ones. They are the crippled. They are the ones enslaved by Atia's will.

    And they... Shall... Die. They will lose this war and be purged by the stinging cry of light's cleansing kiss. I could join them in defeat and death. But should I survive... Then a stronger dawn shall rise. A new horizon, as yet unmatched in supremacy.

    I will not drink this concoction. I will not cower. I will not end. And through a Slayer now to act as my chosen, I shall be reborn, anew...! This is not the end... This has never been the end. Atia's spawn shall be upon my leash and then... Then they shall know my suffering and so very much more, besides.

    And thereafter, even the Abyss shall overflow with the bleeding of many an ebony heart...
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