Journal of Dorian Gale

[thewaiting]

((This is Dorian's first journal entry))
Entry 1

I set out on my journey to Viventor today in search of Elyas. People tell me he is God, but my brothers at the monastery dismiss this as blasphemy and words of the devil. I am curious. God seems to be absent now. Monsters still roam the land at night, making the townspeople nervous. I've mentioned this to the head priest, Daryn, but he says that the devil dislikes us humans and sends these creatures to torture and kill us. I've told him about my thoughts on God, also. He says it is a "phase" that I'm going through and that it will subside as I grow. I don't believe so. I've prayed on it, but have gotten nothing but silence. I will travel by zeppelin in Whitehold.

Entry 2

I walk off the blimp, stretching my legs from the long ride. The Viventor are quite breathtaking. Their peaks scrape the heavens. The building are majestic as well. The people are odd, though. They are Syccan, I believe. They are different than humans, they are thin and have silver hair and black eyes. Every moment I spend hear reminds me of how far I am from home and I miss it even more.

[thewaiting]

Entry 3

I wake from my room I rented. After arriving, I checked into a room that I slept in. The Syccan are peculiar creatures their behavior is different than that of humans. I get dressed and walk out the door. After eating an apple, I go to the front desk. I ask the inkeep.
"Do you know of a travel guide?"
He scratches his Syccan chin. "There's Alister. I'll give you directions."
He hands me a piece of paper with directions on them.
"God Bless," I say walking away.
He grunts in response.
I go to this so called Alister's house, a cuboid towards the edge of town. I knock on the door.
"Who is it?" Comes a gruff voice.
"I am looking for a guide to lead me throughout the Viventor." I respond.
"What's your name and occupation?"
"I am Dorian Gale, priest of Granvik."
"A priest, eh?"
"That is correct."
"Well I ain't lookin' for a religion."
I frown. This reaction is all too common to me. "I understand. I will pay you."
The door opens and standing there is a human.
"Oh, I was expecting a Syccan." I say.
He frowns. "Sorry to disappoint. I can send one of those pasty little buggers your way, though."
"No, I apologize,"
"What's yer business in the Mounts?"
"A personal matter," I respond.
His eyes narrow. "What kind of personal matter?"
"It's a private topic."
"Come in and tell me." He says, gesturing to the cuboid.
I walk in and see that I'm in a kitchen.
"Have a seat." Alister says, gesturing at the coffee table in the center of the room.
I sit on a chair.
"So, tell me." He says.
"I'm looking for Elyas."
His expression darkens.
"Nothing good can come of that." He responds.
"Someone told me that he was God."
"That person was wrong."
"I merely wish to talk to him."
"All he is is a lab rat that escaped from those blasted Syccan labs and is now an outlaw."
"Just lead me into the mountains and I will pay you 1000 crowns."
"Get out!" He says, pointing at the door. "I will accept not even the world to help on a quest like that."
Not wanting to cause an incident, I get up and leave.
Once I walk out, the door slams behind me and I sigh, realizing I have to go into the mountains all by myself.

[thewaiting]

Entry 4

I am unsure of how to handle my current predicament. I have no guide through the mountains and I am unfamiliar with this land. I pray repeatedly, but get no response or sign. I am feeling doubtful, which is rather uncomfortable. I miss the monastery and wish to return. But, I must find Elyas, even if I die trying. I am planning on setting of to the mountains tomorrow.

Entry 5

The gravel crunches under my feet as I walk along the last stretch of road before it disappears and I am in only nature. The road disappears and I consider briefly turning back and heading home. But, a drive, holy or normal, keeps me going. Curiosity. A quest for answers I need to find Elyas and speak with him. If I don't, this is all for nothing and I must turn back. I received word from the monastery that Brother Treyk has fallen ill and is in bad shape. Even their most skilled healers cannot help him. They informed me that I should return home as soon as I could, but I refused, reviewing my intentions on this quest. Daryn knows how stubborn I am and respected my choice. But I feel guilt well up inside me. I have taken a selfish path, one that I am not happy with. Instead of staying at the monastery, helping my brothers and healing Treyk, I am searching for someone that may not even exist. I don't like this feeling and am getting more and more homesick. The fact that I am completely alone in this journey does not help this feeling. I feel desperate for someone to speak to, and I briefly pray to God.
"Where are you?" I pray.
No answer.
"Damn it! I have been praying without question for the majority of my life, and you do not answer me once. A sign. I need a sign something that shows me you are real!" I find myself screaming aloud.
No answer follows, infuriating me.
"I hate you!"
Thunder echoes throughout the mountaintops and rain starts falling. I stand there, feeling the coolness of it doing nothing to soothe my inner flame.
I look up at the sky and swear silently at this God that may not even exist.