Extracts from a Nuntian diary of one Siria Liam, Elder of Ordo Voluptas from the Most Esteemed Order of Techmancers

The 553rd year of our lord Aerus, January 12th | 00:49

Dear diary, what a rush! It feels like old times... *There is a brief pause* ...Like the good old times. It has definitely been a while since I last did field work and I, most certainly, haven't lost the touch. There isn't much you can keep from a determined techmancer. Therefore it is a real shame that our quest takes us now to the very hindparts of the known world - often referred to as the Freeports or as I used to call it, home. Just thinking about all the political drama and the backstabbing, scheming and bargaining that comes with it makes my heart ache. And to think I could be weaving my web right at the center of it all. God dammit Keinon! You chose a terribly unfortunate timing for your disappearance!

The 553rd year of our lord Aerus, January 13th | 18:32

Right then, in the past few days our quest has taken some minor leaps forward and I quess they do deserve at least a brief recap before we move on to the more pleasant distractions. It would seem that the Rimore are trying to cover up a past failure conserning a joint venture by the promes and techmancers of old to map a route to the Farshores. It is not like the Rimore would need an excuse for secrecy, but we've pieced together what we could from heresay, history books and other most dull sources and it would seem that the expedition may have run into something that eventually turned them, well, quite insane. Not unlike the future our little venture is so endearingly painting for us. On top of these findings there seems to be some internal grumblings building up amongst our entourage. It would seem our dear Nuntian sister Su-Mi? has had a crisis of faith - once again. On the upside, this seems to leave us with only one reasonable alternative for our next move. Bravely onwards my comrades! To reveal the true intentions of this fabled Red Seer of Prometheon! *sigh*

Now back to what really matters! Matching gowns for the daughers: *Check*. Sufficiently implying but not too untoward make-up: *Check*. Formal but playful hairdo: *Check* - -

- - And finally something special for our fabulous quest of honor. Something to knock him off his feet, literally: *Check*. I think we just might be ready to have ourselves a most wonderful welcoming ball.

The 553rd year of our lord Aerus, January 14th | 02:57

*A long inhale followed by lenghty silence* Yesssssssssssssssss!

The 553rd year of our lord Aerus, January 14th | 03:02

Reminder to self: delete the previous record.

The 553rd year of our lord Aerus, January 14th | 11:23

For those who didn't already know: I - AM - AWESOME. We danced our little dance, me and ambassador Jaffer that is, but this tango was invented by the dashing, the glamorous, the youthful, the, the, the kickass elder Siria Liam of ordo Voluptas. A jab followed by a parry turned into riposte and finally ending with a lunge. Oh, the graceful, but dying art of drugging people. I do love to prey the gay, if you don't mind the pun. I do hope we meet again ambassador! You were a worthy challenge indeed. *A short pause* Odd. A sudden wave of guilt just ran through me. Did I? It's all a blur. The thrill of the hunt may have overtaken me. *Once more there is a quick pause* Phah, you can't arque with the results. In just three days I have uncovered a drug that's not supposed to exist, an unseemly alliance between Golden Dome, Denkhatar, Red Moon and Prometheon and the overall framework of Prometheon's defence plans, a possible Eserhaus plant in the Golden Dome court and a scandal within the church. And in just few hours I will have my cherry to top all this: the Guild Alliance.

The 553rd year of our lord Aerus, January 14th | 12:42

This feels wrong. I can't yet put my finger on it, but all my senses scream for me to turn tail and run - run 'till my legs give out.

The 553rd year of our lord Aerus, January 14th | 12:47

Shit, shit, shit, shit! I'm being followed! Not good, not good in the slightest. Fuck! Activate emergency broadcasting Machine eternal, grant your servant strength in this moment of need!

The 553rd year of our lord Aerus, January 14th | 12:51

*A sound of a flintlock pistol firing at close range followed by an inhuman growl*

The 553rd year of our lord Aerus, January 15th | 18:33

How sobering. Within the last 48 hours I have, lacking the better word, gone feral - twice. *There is a lengthy pause* Us Voluptas, we walk a fine line between trusting our instincts and being their slave - and I am about to stumble. Were I still acting alone like I was in the past, I would propably just mark these events down as unfortunate occurrenses. Alack alas, those days are past. For better or for worse I have chosen to share this journey that is life with others. I no longer have the luxury of only being responsible to myself. These foolish attempts to re-live my past have shown me that much atleast.

These people are to be my cross. But It has been my choice to bear it and bear it I will, proudly. But in this world a woman must not err, nor show weakness. She must not yield and remain in control at all times. And God only knows that in my life I have fallen victim to all of these sins and blessed be the one who hasn't. But here on out I will not err, I will not show weakness, I will not yield and I will never once lose control of myself. This I promise so that I might have even the slightest chance to shelter my cross from the harsh winds of this world.