Post by thatnormanmage on Feb 24, 2020 20:30:21 GMT 10
Jax Steinn Journal: A small, but newly purchased blue journal for Jax to write in.
Entry 1: It’s been a while since I came to Threshold, this place that borders on so many dangers. I’ve met a lot of people, most of them I've become great friends with, others are a mystery that come and go with the wind. I’m surrounded by all these great people, all these friends I've forged connections with, and I'm afraid. I fear the many dangers that are coming, or that are already here, I fear for my friends safety and well-being and I fear that i’ll be found and dragged away from it all.
*There’s a picture of a group of smiling stick figures, One Red, One Blue, One Black, One White, one Purple, and a few other colors. Their heights vary, depicting a smiling group of friends. Behind them looms a giant shadow creature.*
Entry 2: I’ve come pretty far on my path of self-enlightenment, I laugh at calling it that because the more I learn the more I realize how little I know. I’ve become strong, and yet I feel so weak, so helpless. Like i’ve only just learned how to swim and i’m in a turbulent Ocean treading water desperately keeping my head above the thrashing waves.
*There’s a picture of a stick figure, desperately swimming in a vast ocean*
Entry 3: I keep having the same dream, empty faces that stare back at me. Cold, hollow eyes looking through me into something deeper. What do they want, why won’t they just leave me be?
*This entry goes on, repeating one word: Why? And there’s a small drawing attached of a dark figure with features that swirl into an abyss.*
Entry 1: It’s been a while since I came to Threshold, this place that borders on so many dangers. I’ve met a lot of people, most of them I've become great friends with, others are a mystery that come and go with the wind. I’m surrounded by all these great people, all these friends I've forged connections with, and I'm afraid. I fear the many dangers that are coming, or that are already here, I fear for my friends safety and well-being and I fear that i’ll be found and dragged away from it all.
*There’s a picture of a group of smiling stick figures, One Red, One Blue, One Black, One White, one Purple, and a few other colors. Their heights vary, depicting a smiling group of friends. Behind them looms a giant shadow creature.*
Entry 2: I’ve come pretty far on my path of self-enlightenment, I laugh at calling it that because the more I learn the more I realize how little I know. I’ve become strong, and yet I feel so weak, so helpless. Like i’ve only just learned how to swim and i’m in a turbulent Ocean treading water desperately keeping my head above the thrashing waves.
*There’s a picture of a stick figure, desperately swimming in a vast ocean*
Entry 3: I keep having the same dream, empty faces that stare back at me. Cold, hollow eyes looking through me into something deeper. What do they want, why won’t they just leave me be?
*This entry goes on, repeating one word: Why? And there’s a small drawing attached of a dark figure with features that swirl into an abyss.*