Call me Trezlan, because thats my name and I figured if you should call me something you should go off my first name. I'm a Necromancer (not to be confused with a necrophile as I don't sleep with the dead, though based on previous relationships it might have been a more fulfilling time!), and I have lived over three hundred years. Why am I writing a journal? Because I recently had a brush with death closer then I'd really like to ever come and the thought of my genius, beauty, and amazing ability going unremarked is more terrifying then anything (as you can tell I'm super modest). I'm really hoping no one ends up reading this but myself as it will be an admission of a lot of wrong doing and guilty concience stuff that if I am still alive could be used to have me burned at the stake (they still do that, saw one the other day terrifying stuff).
First off in case of some kind of creepy super monster from beyond and you don't understand where I live, or what this land is like I'll go through the basics as this is just the first of what will hopefully be many many more entries. I currently live in a city known as Rosetia, lovely place great train station close to the water, but not close enough that we get that chilly fog that settles in when you live on the coast. I own a small antiquities shop that deals in just about everything, from high priced clothing, to fire arms and everything in between. On the side I also deal in magical artifacts, though with the current government thats more dangerous then its sometimes worth (as you can probably assume from my admission of necromancy and if your culture does not have it, we that being us as humans in this place use, imbue, and live with magic everyday). Magic is currently outlawed/restricted by the government known as "The Guard" (simple title really they should have used something much more extravagant), you're allowed to still use your natural gifts as they don't want to round us up and kill us (yet), but you must register with the government and in the case of dangerous deadly magic (just about all of it) you are forbidden from its use aside from self defense (sadly Necromancy is forbidden entirely for reasons I'll eventually get into). The major reason for this was a recent war that established the Guard as a power in this territory and was fought primarily as magic users versus none magic users, with The Guard representing the non magic users and ultimately being the victor. I was "involved" in this war, but not as a soldier for either side, at best I was profiteering, but again I'll get into that more as I go along.
Rosetia is on the main land mass of this area, there are two major goverments in this area. The Guard which is at best a shattered barely above tribal council government attempting to reign in a large land mass area after a devastating war that left them desperate to restablish basic functions to major cities. To the south is a more established King based government, the Ronerawths, which is where I was originally from until recent exile for actions again I'll get into later (that seems like so much of my history, but its difficult to get three hundred years of incidents into one simple entry!). The Ronerawths were not directly involved in the recent conflict, other then supplying both sides weaponry. The Ronerawths occupy the southern part of this mass seperated from the the lands of The Guard by a large wall simply known as the divider, they have less land then Guard, but are way more developed socially and infrastructurewise as they recently did not come out of a massive conflict that destroyed most of their lands and unleashed horrific monsters that still stalk the land! (again I'll get into that later I promise)
The land mass these governments occupy is not the only one on this spec of water and earth. Though I can't speak much for the other areas, as despite walking all over this main mass known as Lotaraia, I've never had the courage to brave the long sailing or crazy teleportation magic to visit other lands. One of these days I'll include a crude map of Lotaraia so as better to illustrate the geography, but right now my crude description of this world will have to suffice.
So there is a brief description of our current government and land mass (brief here being relative of course). Tomorrow I will go into more depth on magic and it current uses, the people who live in this blighted land, a long loving description of myself, and perhaps begin the purpose of this silly journal in the first place that being to chronicle how I rose up from a lowly aristocrats son to become a powerful necromancer who runs a sundries shop, wait that doesn't sound like I really moved up in the world. Uhh yeah. Till Tomorrow!
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