MMCD2GHilusJournal

I guess it's handy that I no longer need my own skin for the servants of the undead are not generally allowed comforts like paper and I needed to write down my thoughts. I am uncertain why I retain my own wits, unlike most of the undead here. Maybe all the others are just as clear-minded but suffer the same lack of ability to speak as I do. Perhaps they all shuffle about in the same way I do because their bodies are only animated by the power of some spell. Perhaps this is the true torture of the 'mindless' undead that are called skeletons and zombies -- that we are not truly mindless. Or, perhaps, this is a special torture given just to me. I suppose I shall never know. I long now only for true death.

I know not what happened to my companions for certain. I have seen a few of them. I seem to be unable to travel far in this place. There are barriers like rules here that I can't break. I've seen Bartik at a distance traveling with Keelia, I think. Both were dressed like the others here, with cowls and dark capes covering them. They seemed much freer than me. I have also seen Harris walking around once or twice. He seems to have an almost jaunty air about him. I have no idea what has happened to him, but he certainly seems different. I do know that he has some sort of command over the other undead here, as they move out of his way as he passes.

Of my beloved Sila I know too much. She came through here only once. She was a shadow, but I recognized her. She passed through this place moaning my name. I could not call out to her, nor did she know me. I know that if she could see me, know me, she could recall her old life and she would be restored. If she only knew how much I still love her, she would be able to defeat the evil that has entrapped her.

She is trapped here. We all are. I am certain that none of my companions has left here. If only I could reach her. I know she has hidden herself in that odd room with the sundail, but I can't get there. If only I could call out her name I know she would respond.

H.G.