I don't recall too well the events leading to my arrival here, nor where this already tattered but empty journal appeared…
This was one of only two items that I awoke with; the journal itself is uninteresting aside for the carving of a crow mid-flight on the cover and the black ribbon attached for a bookmark. The other item was a the pristine skull of a crow, and based on its texture I believe it to be some kind of carved rock.
Unfortunately I did not have a pen to write with in my possessions, and my situation was already quite dire without these things. My eyes quickly adjusted to the light of my cell, and looking out the bars of the window I could barely see the lights of Fallen London from the thick fog of the watery cave it now rests in.
My prison appeared to be in a stalactite…
While a fall from this height would be deadly, I did notice an approaching blimp of some kind. I hastily decided it would be better to land on there, but waiting for the gaolers to busy themselves elsewhere was tedious and it was at this time I realized I had company…
An entire cellmate. In my cell. He did not speak to me, nor move, for what must have been hours before I'd noticed him. He claimed to be some kind of devil, informing me that "Hell" was better than Fallen London before he shook my hand to help me escape.
While we waited he inquired on how I'd come to be here, and I did my best to be honest despite the mistiness of my memory. I can vaguely picture myself running from three figures in dark clothes, the scent of saltwater choking the air as I moved down the docks I jumped into a small boat as it pulled away, leaving the figures behind as they shouted.
I don't recall much past this… I do sense the boat's owner was kind to me, but there must have been a terrible storm as my only other memory is nearly drowning…
These thoughts are still just as hard to recall now as they were in that moment. My cellmate, he'd never given me his name, had escaped with me before we separated. I do quite miss the company, though he asked me more about myself than I'd learned of him.
As I explored the city of Spite some, I overheard some rather shady individuals discussing a… fifth city? I wasn't too interested in asking them further questions, as they seemed rather busy with what I can only assume was a body bag they were dumping into the sea…
Wandering (QUICKLY) I ended up in another city, Veilgarden, where I managed to find the very cramped lodgings I am now writing in. I believe this has been a rather eventful couple of days and I should like to sleep before I experience anymore that this strange city has in store for me. There is still lots to do, as it is barely morning, but I think I could sleep for a whole week if the chance were given…
