Lillian, I think we’ve been raising our children incorrectly and teaching them the wrong values. Life isn’t precious and wonderful. It’s bleak, meaningless and pointless. I don’t even know why I keep going on. Life is so dull without you, Lillian. It’s like there’s no sun anymore – the light has left Eberron, and all there is, is darkness. Sure, Long Shadows has just begun, but it’s different. No, I haven’t been drinking, I’m just morose. You don’t understand me, Lillian – we’re so useless here in the Mournland; even Luna, who is a Cleric of the Light, struggled against some ghosts. I thought clerics were supposed to be good against them? Well, Luna almost died. Again. The ghosts kept on almost killing her, but she kept on standing up. I don’t know why, it’s not like we have anything to look forward to, except a lifetime of servitude to our Warforged Overseer “Xenobia”, betrayed by yet another ally; Kit to Gabriel, and Xenobia to her kind.
We’re her captives now, and she keeps pretending it’s a ruse, but, oh it doesn’t even matter. I’m pretending to research “Relics of Ancients Past” right now in our cell, for clues to the Draconic Prophecy, Gabriel, the Chalice of Vermishard, or just the meaning of life in general, but instead I’m writing this to you. I guess we’re all just phonies, because what’s the point in being real? As Felix Fairfax once said… well, I guess that doesn’t matter anymore either.
As cells go, this is the most luxurious one I’ve seen. It’s more like a hotel room than a cell, but a cell is a cell and slavery is slavery. What do these comforts even matter, when you don’t have the freedom to enjoy them? It’s a particularly unpleasant form of torture that the Warforged, who have no need for such comforts, have dreamed up. They’re very creative, but why create something when in a fleeting moment, it’ll be destroyed anyway?
At Brexindale station in Metrol, we met an escort of Warforged waiting for Fang, the Shifter Druid Kit betrayed us to, and Kit. Xenobia claimed that Kit had run away, and that her life-time friend, Lynx, was Fang, stuck in animal form as a result of the Mournland. I guess Xenobia is in the habit of discarding those she called ‘friend’. Maybe Warforged don’t have souls after all, but what’s the point in having a soul anyway? It’s just wasted energy.
Xenobia told us that Captain Dao was on his way, and that he reports directly to the Lord of Blades, and that we’d better hurry up and help two older generation Warforged find a secret passageway, and gather some supplies for Captain Dao. Lyn found the hidden door easy enough, apparently he can smell these things. The door had the right idea, but in the end, proved fruitless like all things; if you try and do something, you’ll inevitably fail, so you may as well just do nothing and sit idly by and let the things that are going to happen, happen – it’s pointless doing anything else. After Lyn bust the door down, the other Warforged wouldn’t go any further, because they were afraid of rumoured Ghost Beasts. I don’t know why, it’s not like they have any souls to worry about, but do any of us? Maybe we’re all just different types of Warforged, only built for no purpose.
The rumours were true, and we encountered a few Ghost Beasts. I hit one once and it died. It had the right frame of mind, just give up because there’s no meaning to anything. There was a perfectly preserved corpse in the room, nothing spoils here, no decay, only gloominess and death. I lay next to it, so see if I could get a better perspective on the afterlife, and all I saw was a bleak ceiling. It was clearly a metaphor for not trying to do our best, because it’s not like we can go any higher in life.
So, the master has just told us all that “Fang” woke up, attacked a Warforged, and now she’s not getting anything from “Fang”’s senses. I don’t know why she told us, it’s not like she cares about her “friend”. I just told her that we probably shouldn’t do anything, otherwise it might alert the Clankers to our ruse. But what do I know? Life is just an endless cycle of death.
Glancing over a couple of the ages in this book just reminds me that empires come and they go in the blink of an eye, the Age of Dragons, the Age of Demons, the Age of Giants, and the Age of Monsters. The current Age will also end, and the next will be the Age of Mourning – where the world will be perfectly preserved in its bleak, desolate and dull landscape, just like how it’s all grey and lifeless here in the Mournland. It reminds me of a passage from the Draconic Prophecy, and if I wasn’t so useless, I might think it meant the borders of the Mournland were going to expand and cover all of Eberron, but what do I know, and if I was right, who would listen to me anyway? But who would conserve the history of this age going into the next, Lillian? Or even the history of the next age? The Age of Mourning. Who would want to, and why bother doing it anyway? It’s not like anyone will be around to read it – see, Lillian? Everything is pointless.
I’m going to go to sleep now, with any luck I won’t wake up.
LILY! The world is beautiful and wonderful and amazing, just like you! It would seem a number of us were afflicted with some sort of melancholy or sadness, infinite sadness. HaHaHaHa – the Mournland certainly has some strange effects, but fear not. After our sleep last night, Luna was able to cure me of the melancholy. Curiously none of the ‘natives’ seem to experience it, perhaps it’s something that they’re immune to, or maybe they’ve steeled themselves against it. If so, we must take a leaf out of their book!
The warforged herded us onto their airship, “The Hostile NegOtiator”, an apt name for an airship of war. Luna, Lyn and I we led to the cells. These warforged really don’t like anyone non-warforged. They refer to us as ‘Breathers’, and punish any warforged ‘sympathizers’ with death. Xenobia, being a warforged, was taken to the deck, so I had my newly acquired Quasit follow her around, invisible. After a while of nothing happening above deck, I sent it to scout the place. Don’t be alarmed, but I’m now able to perceive through its senses. Now Lily, just hear me out. Don’t think of it as some evil, mischievous little creature, I mean, it IS, but think of the surveillance applications for it. So far, I’ve been able to listen in on conversations, get the layout of a structure and an entire Lyrander Airship, and the fun I can have tricking people is really quite enjoyable – I would get it to open doors, and then disappear it when a sentry came to see what was happening, then I would get it to reappear and repeat the cycle – Lily, it got to the point that these warforged even grabbed flower and spread it over the floor. It was really quite funny. Josephine would love it, well, not its looks, that’s more up Damien’s alley.
While I was having my fun, Xenobia came to the holding cell and told us about her conversation with Captain Dao. Apparently he knew exactly why we were there, he saw through the ploy of us being her slaves instantly. A little thing about these warforged, Lillian, they hate breathers. They kill us on sight, or maybe enslave us, and they don’t just not abide other warforged look kindly on us, but it’s a criminal act, and those that treat us with the merest hint of compassion or mercy are treated as ‘sympathizers’ and sentenced to death, such was the fate of a lovely warforged that Luna named Rose who patched us up a bit. So keeping that in mind; Captain Dao, someone who reports to the Lord of Blades directly, oh, the Lord of Blades is their leader. I’m not sure if spiritual or political, possibly even both. Damn it Lillian, I’m trying to focus. He not only let Xenobia leave, but he ordered that we kill Gabriel. The lich, Lilian, the lich! He told her what things would be useless against him, and how his ego is his weakness. From the way Xenobia told it, Captain Dao despises Gabriel more than ‘Breathers’.
Lillian, my beloved, there is troubling news. The Warforged seem to be planning on amassing an assault from the Mournland. I do not know where their first target will be, but Captain Dao was on his way to Whithearth when he was ordered to deliver us to Gabriel. It would logically flow that if Whitehearth is the staging point, then Darguun would be the first for invasion.
I will write again as soon as I can, we’re about to be escorted off the ship, presumably to be delivered to Gabriel.