Daily Log 4 - Fifth fuck this place

FUCK THIS PLACE. Seriously, fuck the IVth Legion, fuck these Bozja fucks, fuck the ash that burns my eyes, and fuck those stupid gunships. Today the resistance led a charge towards Castrum Lacus Litore. And it ended just as well as you would expect. Apparently, as they stormed the Castrum with the Champion of Savages leading the charge, not that I saw the Warrior of Light, it ended with the “Blades” as they called them getting tempered. 

Someone working for the Empire or something summoned a damn EIKON. WHAT THE FUCK?! 

Unfortunately, for me, I’m stuck here for another week. And for all I know the Warrior of Light has skipped their ass back to Gangos, or whatever, to the south. But now the people around me are even more suspicious of my presence. As if I would miraculously join the IVth Legion. HA! What a joke. But for now, Kayviel and I are camping to the West of Camp Steva, I could not stand the feeling of constantly being watched. It made me severely uncomfortable. I don’t think I felt this way since I accidentally ran into Cid nan Garlond in Mor Dhona.

For now it seems my company will be the soft breathing of my pegasus, the sound of fire burning, and the constant rumble of explosions. I don’t think I’ll be sleeping very well tonight. Seems I have to watch my back because the Garleans and the Bozjans alike want me gone. At the very least, the members of the Eorzean Alliance that I interacted with were pleasant enough. It seemed that mentioning my “friendship” with Garlond was enough for them to put some trust in me. Looks like the boy genius man has made a name for himself and those around him with his Ironworks. Thank goodness for that. Tomorrow, I will send my report to Gaius and inquire about the possibility of leaving this hellhole for the calmness of Terncliff. Or maybe even an excursion further north into Garlean territory.

Winter is coming soon, and I would really love to see the snow lilies that mother used to grow before she passed. I wonder if father has the gardeners still tend to them, or did he let them die just to be rid of them, like he did with everything that held her memory.

Fuck Bozja really, making me all nostalgic to go back to Garlemald and pretend this bullshit isn’t happening.

Daily Log 3- Fifth Umbral Moon

I finally made it to Bajin- Bozja. And I have to say, this place is more of a shithole than I was expecting. The constant smell of ash and blood reminds me of when I was a medicus in the XIVth Legion. I’ve already decided I hate this place.

Even worse, is the fact that I am regarded with suspicion despite coming here with members of the Eorzean Alliance. And I already dislike these Bozjans, they truly are for the lack of better words, dicks. I’ve seen them throw disdain at others who were of lesser birth before Bozja was occupied and blown to shit.

At least I can trust the few members of the Eorzean Alliance to take care of Kayviel for the night while I rest here at their main camp. Tomorrow I will be journeying to a location known as Camp Steva. I was to take a closer look at the castrum on the mountain. I wonder if it’s like other castrums I’ve been in... oh who am I kidding, of course it is. The Empire has fallen in love with their cookie cutter designs, makes every castrum feel and look the same.

And I cannot wait to quit this place. I hate being surrounded by those who believe that they are somehow morally superior to me, just because they are a part of this resistance against the Empire. For a short time, I believed as they do, however, I’m no longer blind to the fact that the people of Bozja only rebel because they would prefer to go back to their lives before occupation. Which from what I’ve heard was not pleasant to the poor. At least the poor in the Empire can secure meals and a cot by enlisting in the military. At least it was better than freezing to death in the North.

I fucking hate this place. It reminds me of all the reasons I both hate and still adore the Empire.

Scribbled near the bottom of the page by doodles of a fat cat and a dodo

I miss home and I miss my family.

Daily Log 2 - Fifth Umbral Moon

So I figured out that the month was the Fifth Umbral Moon, I can’t believe it. That means winter in Garlemald is about to start. I wonder how my father and brother are, given the current turmoil the death of the Emperor Varis brought. I hope they are safe.

I learned today that the Weapons are being operated by orphans that Gaius himself raised. It seems that the ideals I use to believe in from him are the whole world to those men and women he raised. I cannot blame them, they believe they are carrying out their father’s will. I, too, once believed that subjugating Eorzea would lead to the end of the Eikon threat. But... when Nael van Darnus brought down the Blood Moon and unleashed... what did they call it? An elder Eikon? Bahamut. The moment I saw that dragon, I felt... betrayed. All the blood, sweat and tears I put into the Empire felt like it was just so I could be sent to die. The Emperor did not care, the Legatus did not care, we were just lambs for the slaughter.

That’s what the empire is using Baelsar’s kids for, this Oversoul thing, is just to kill them. Replace them with a former Garlean of high prestige. This technology is deadly, and they are throwing these children away to their deaths because those children believe they are following their father’s will. And I hurt for Gaius. I looked up to the man, and a part of me still does. He had good intentions, but his mind was warped to the belief that the Empire was always right.

Well, I should get some sleep. Gaius has told me that he would like it if I could journey to the Bozja front and observe what the Legion over there is doing. He is understandably cautious of the information the Alliance is giving to him regarding that.

Daily Log

Daily Log 1 - Date, I have no fucking clue I don’t know the date today, nor do I care. It was suggested to me by Gaius van Baelsar that I start writing these logs to keep track of my thoughts. According to him, I have changed significantly since the last we spoke. Which was... seven? Or so years ago. Honestly, the years have flown by since the Blood moon fell, and I for the life of me can’t keep track of the days as they go by.

Kayviel, my pegasus, and I have arrived at Terncliff to aid in the research of the Sapphire weapon. I came here of my own volition after hearing that the Warrior of Light, Champion of Savages, had fought and defeated a Garlean Machina by the name of the Ruby Weapon.

I wonder what these weapons were created for? From what I’ve heard from the members of the Garlond Ironworks, they are repurposed Allagan machina, just like the Ultima Weapon Anyway, I should probably get some sleep, maybe tomorrow I will figure out what the date is so I can start adding it to these logs... 

Stupid Gaius and this stupid journal and *rest of the writing on the page is just undecipherable scribbles*