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Post by Claes de las Aragonia (I) on Oct 26, 2008 7:46:58 GMT -5
Journal Entry # 500 The tales of Terre d'Ange had always enticed me: since I was young I dreamed of going to such a beautiful place, filled with beautiful people. When I retired from my guard duty and received lordship over a small fief near the D'Angeline border, it seemed like my dreams had finally come true. I installed a mayor from the villagers, and had them send me whatever tax money they did not need.
I sit now in a temporary camp, writing this in the very journal I have kept my stories in since I joined the guard. My horse is tied to the side, eating some grass, while my companions fix a brief meal. Some birds are sitting on a tree nearby, singing a lovely melody. We will be in Terre d'Ange soon according to our guide. From there, about a fortnight of travels are left until we reach the City of Elua.
Our guide tells us that in the City, the temples are grandiose, everyone lives luxuriously, and city-wide parties are held every few months. The wine, he says, is second to none, and the women are unparalleled. I will not take his word as absolute truth, but I doubt he stretched the truth much.
Being the last page left of my old journal, I feel like my life has taken on a semblance of symbolism: something old ends, and something new begins. It seems lunch is ready, so for now, I must go. Until I acquire another book- farewell, reader!
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