'BeZ' (Bethan Tremaine -deceased)

[*Pashan01]

Journal Entry 18

I will not fail you again mistress

I cannot tell a soul. I should not even be writing this much. I tried to take the discipline for my failure stoically but it was more than I had anticipated, much more.

The blindfold removed, clamps released, armour returned to me I write this in the privacy, the blessed privacy of my room. But I can still hear the chanting, the cries of others in discipline and can only wonder of their transgressions. I feel still that touch of hand and implement upon scale and softer flesh, feel the eyes of others upon me. All those hours. The embarrassment of that random kiss was nothing in comparison to this.

Weak. So weak. I chanted my own fealty bowed by an oppressive weight that left limb limp like an elven maids, responding to the punishment until blessed release and burden removed.

And despite that weakness, I mean to keep that vow and work harder not to fail again. What else is there left? He has abandoned me, father of mine, father of justice.

The collar is tight. But I can breath, the sulfurous fire and acidic taste it causes to arise to my throat regularly is not unfamiliar indeed it is welcoming.

[*Pashan01]

Journal Entry 20

*the writing is uneven, the lines sloping off at the sides, sometimes crossing over and merging with the others.They have been written slowly with what seems to be a trembling hand and entered on a page somewhere in the middle of the journal rather than following on from the last entry*

The enchanted girdle of chastity is nothing now.

A moment of random desire to kiss one knight fades.

There are worse torments.

The evil blade remains in my pack.

I doubt I shall tread path to the Abyss again.

I am no longer good to serve as strong champion.

I cannot see to write these lines.

I cut out my eyes.

The pain is immense but it will pass in time.

To purge the horrors of these visions.

To stop those images of abominable debauchery.

To remove the source.

The perversions and depravity my ancestry and blood has chosen to mark my mindsight with.

I chose blindness over that.

By my own hand.

Tears of blood.

Mother forgive me for my vanity at mourning their loss.

To still and suppress the worst.

I call not on his blessings to heal.

He has abandonned me.

My eyes are lost to me.

I refuse.

I listen not to him now.

My mistress saved me from the worst.

I follow her guidance.

I trust in her.

I depend on her.

I am redeemed.

Everythings else is insignificant.

[*Pashan01]

Journal Entry 21

*the writing is uneven, the lines sloping off at the sides, as the entry before*

I talk too much.

Even though it was to deny false assumption.

I could not choose this time.

What do I value the most?

I still have hands that I might feed myself.

My own teeth cut through tongue.

I can take liquids.

My mistress is merciful.

[*Pashan01]

*There were to be no more journal entries made by Bethan Tremaine, squire of Tyr.*

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[*Pashan01]

Name: Unknown
Aliases: 'BeZ'
Gender: Unknown
Race: Human
Age: Unknown
Profession: Animated into service by Gol Dero
Languages: Unknown
Accent: No particular accent. The jaw may move with speech but any sound is without breath being magically generated with a dry, grating tone.

Physical Information
Height: Approx. 1.65m
Weight: Aprox 50 kilos
Body build: Skeletal human, patches of rotted flesh adhere to some of the skeletal bone preserved upon animation.
Skin type: -None-
Hair style: - None-, near bald skull, two tufts of hair cling to a chunk of scalp attached tenaciously to one side of the skull
Eyes: Dark empty sockets
Scars: -n/a-
Tattoos: -None on bone-

Mental Information
Alignment: Lawful Evil
Philosophy: currently: to serve its Master and learn of itself
Deity/Beliefs: -None-
Personality:

[u]Solemn:[/u] [i]responds well to serious talk, immediate facts but badly to jokes and trivialities as it does not currently understand them[/i] [u]Territorial:[/u] [i]doesn't want others getting too close to some key possessions.[/i] [u]Servile:[/u] [i]currently considers itself inferior to its Master and is disquietingly dedicated to aiding him.[/i] [/li]

Additional Information
Gear: Uses a rusted greatsword and towershield found in the gray wastes.
Jewelry: There is a necklace about the neck, blackened and scorched with a partially mangled locket.
Habbits/hobbies: Unknown
General Health: Good for an undead
Favorite Drink: Does not drink
Weaknesses: Fire

[*Pashan01]

The journal found a 'new' home.

It was currently wedged tightly and protectively, along with another couple of books and a scroll or two, within the boney embrace of ribs of one animated skeleton nominated as 'BeZ' by its Master, Gol Dero.

It had been picked up by the skeleton's boney fingers along with a rusty greatsword then shoved into the re-assembled ribcage from where it had fallen amongst a pile of bones and rotten flesh of other discarded beings to one cave in the gray wastes.

[*Pashan01]

In the Inn, with its Master Gol busy elsewhere, the skeleton reaches deep inside its ribcage to dig out the battered journal from between the protective layer of books surrounding it. Its boney fingers flick over the pages studying the text for a while, its dark sockets directed across the inked pages. It shows no emotion at what it reads, just seems to be absorbing and thinking, slowly.

And then it attempts to write something itself using a quill pen found to desk in the room, the bone fingers awkwardly clicking to the thin penshaft.


BeZ Book

It scratches out any former titles to the cover page with those seven letters. It then flicks the weathered pages until it finds clean one and sets the quill pen to the paper to scrawl slowly in a childish hand.

BeZ knows things-
Portals
Sigil
Master Gol dragon made BeZ
Master Gol gave BeZ name
Pale dustlady knows undead
Jaoll wants water
Jerel dangerous with fire bomb
Kaptin orc drunk pirate
Yvala mends bones has red hair
Anika stormwoman with shadow wants BeZ to serve
Corwyn messenger Heronius wants justice
BeZ must guard Master and other gray waste foundlings and Yvala
BeZ must find things for Master Gol
Master showed BeZ to mend bones
Yvala and Jerel mend better
Undersigil city water made safe Jerel can drink
Rat chief dangerous make BeZ fall

[*Pashan01]

BeZ found more books and things for Master Gol
BeZ does not want to join bob church
Two small men recruiters said bob church will make BeZ decay
Blue woman attacked BeZ saying this one is unclean blue woman be mean
BeZ did not fall but chased blue woman who ran and escaped
New engraving on bonework from hive shop helped BeZ

[*Pashan01]

'Chatty' Chester. Not so chatty to BeZ.
Its master with green glow hands holds all its things.
BeZ gives some things it finds to Master, not all.
Blue woman promised not to attack BeZ again.
Master said blue woman is 'barmy'.
BeZ agreed to give blue woman one more chance.
Small bob man Zeb made BeZ good sword.
BeZ will still not join bob church.

[*Pashan01]

Tower of dead wizard holds neverending wisplights and shadowbeasts
Kaptin taught BeZ new words oy bug-ger bas-tards oy
BeZ met dustmen in mortuary for first time
Dustmen good at mending bones
BeZ now runs faster
Master Gol still faster than BeZ