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[corvidlondon]

Journal Entry #002

I had a horrible nap, I had dreamed of simply NOTHING and tossed the entire time! To make matters worse there was a RAT in my room and he tried to give me some kind of "advice"?? He went into my sock drawer and I'm too rattled to want to deal with him further…

I decided to leave him be and went to my door to see what else this place has to offer, only to find a gift placed outside the room… Inside was a pair of brass knuckles which I have placed in my pants pocket incase I need them. I'm not sure if this was a gift of self defense or some kind of warning… I find I am not trusting of anything I experience here.

My small adventure lead to me discovering some shops in the bazaar, where I sold a few things I was carrying from my escape. I bought a new suit and also a nicer mask before traveling back to Spite and hoping to find any way of making some more cash so I could find a better lodging with less rodents. Speaking of which, as I entered a park I came across several rodents eating… something I'd rather not describe… I was unable to get close enough, but I am less hopeful of finding anywhere clean in Spite.

Further on my excursion, I had another memory where I was standing very high up on the ledge of a building with multiple cops below me… in this memory I was also carrying a bag of jewelry. I do wonder where that's gone…

The idea of being a thief isn't one I feel remorse over, in fact as I wandered through Spite I began to test the crowd with some pickpocketing attempts. I did manage a good run for a bit before being stopped, but it was rather fun so I didn't let this prevent me from doing more.

I managed to only find some strange orange-y "nodules"? That is what they called them when I went to sell them at the Bazaar, Nodules of "deep amber". Strange… I did not make even ONE echo off this, so I'll have to get trickier about how I "earn" around here. I have only 85p to my name…

I returned home for another nap only to be disturbed by a- a child? He claims to be an urchin living on my roof…? It was cold and he needed a spot to stay so I allowed him to sleep on the couch. I was nervous he'd steal from me, mainly as karma for my own thievery, but he seems to have left things tidy.

I will likely stay in my lodgings for now as I debate what I can make money from.

B. Corvid

[corvidlondon]

Journal Entry #001

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…

B. Corvid