Journal Scraps is a series of documents from Might and Magic VIII: Day of the Destroyer. Their author is the vampire Ciatlen Venitius.
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My Brethren,
I have decided to find the Sarcophagus of Korbu in the hopes that Korbu himself may be able to provide the answers I seek. The trip will be long and dangerous, for the denizens of Ravenshore, and the Dragon Hunters of Garrote Gorge will not receive any of our kind with a warm welcome. I will seek out what shelter I can on my way to Ravage Roaming. I leave these notes behind to document my journey. If I am not heard from again, perhaps you will find Korbu.
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Dire Wolf Den scrap[]
My Brethen,
As I had feared, Ravenshore is not a friendly place to our kind. I was chased from the city limits by a torch wielding crowd. It was like something from one of the stories told to frighten us when we first undergo the hunger, meant to scare us away from populated areas. The dire wolves of this area did not seem to mind my presence, perhaps they recognize a kindred spirit. Tommorow I will try to make it to Garrote Gorge, hopefully I will find shelter there.
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My Brethren,
Garrote Gorge is a battlefield. The Dragon slaying knights of Charles Quixote and the Flights of Deftclaw Redreaver battle daily, with no end to their conflict in site. This battle seems senseless. At least we have reached an uneasy relationship with the Necromancers of Shadowspire upon which we feed. Perhaps Korbu was indeed mad, for at least we do not battle to feed. Or is it right that another race give up their lives to sustain us? I wonder. Tomorrow I leave for Ravage Roaming. None of our kind has been to this region since Korbu left us. I do not know what I will find. Answers? Korbu himself?
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Crypt of Korbu scrap[]
My Brethen,
Here in the Crypt of Korbu I have found nothing but tragedy. Korbu has perished. Perhaps he no longer had the will to prey upon others to sustain himself. Guardian Nagas have infested the crypt, and reaching Korbu was indeed difficult. Instead of answers, I find myself confronted with only more questions. Why would Korbu accept his own death, instead of taking the life of another for sustenance. The greatest of our kind is nothing but a pile of bones and dust. I will bring these remains back to the elders, perhaps they will find the answers that I cannot.
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My Brethren,
I fed today upon the body of a young knight. For the first time since I experienced the hunger, I felt something as I drained this woman of her life. I have no way to describe this sensation, only that it was very unpleasant. My mind wanders, and I think more and more of the reasons why Korbu left us so long ago. We experience eternal life, but at the cost of the lives of others.
There was a terrible wind storm from the north today. I saw trees caught in the storm high about the northern range of the Dragon's Teeth. I have never seen such a storm. I will continue back through Ravenshore and then onto home.
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Chapel of Eep scrap[]
Brethen,
I approached the outskirts of Ravenshore today. As I did, a strange glow emanated from the center of the town. I could feel dark magics in the air. After considering my reception the last time through this area, I have decided to head north through Alvar, and then east to the Ironsand Desert. From there I will return home to Shadowspire. As i fed again this night, I felt that same feeling of dread as when I fed on the young knight. I still see the terror in her eyes. Perhaps Korbu was right? Is it wrong that we take lives to live?
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I was burned today. The cover here in Alvar is few and far between. The sun has scarred my face and hands. If only I had thought to ask the elders for a Nightshade Amulet to protect me. Then my journey surely would have been a swift one.
I have not fed since Ravenshore as I do not wish to experience the sense of dread I picked up in Garrote Gorge. Perhaps I will feed upon the Trolls of Ironsand when I reach there. I know that the Cyclops in that region are non-hostile to our kind since we arranged for a Alvarian merchant caravan to be waylaid near their camp. I will rest in their Larder and then return home.
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I am through. Korbu was right. It is not right for us to take the lives of others to sustain ourselves. The feeling I have been experiencing must be remorse. This must be what Korbu felt as well. I will not feed again. I will lay down as Korbu did and perish here in the Cyclops Larder. It is my hope that Korbu will be forgotten and that his remains will be left here. I will secret them away, as I believe that he would not wish to experience life again. Ancient legends of our people speak of a curse that was placed upon us. It is my belief that we are indeed cursed. Once you have felt remorse the only desire you have is for forgiveness. For me this is now only a dream.
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