Diary of a Failed Maid

	Diary of a Failed Maid
"The sensational best-selling diary of a maid from the Crone Hegemony. This was saved from obscurity due to one scene that documents the first sabotage attack of the (at-the-time-unrecognized) Night Executioner, the deadly hitman who is STILL. AT. LARGE. Read of his first heinous exploits here!"
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Diary of a Failed Maid
File:Diary of a Failed Maid (lorebook).png Hint: Found in Statehelm
Category:	Misc
Area:	Statehelm
Visibility:	Hidden Until Found

Diary of a Failed Maid is a Lorebook purchasable in Statehelm.

Content

• Translated from Crone by Orregar the Scribe. It is believed this diary belonged to a human servant in the Crone Hegemony.

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I have failed my master again! I try so hard, but I cannot manage to get everything done in time! I'm just too slow. Too clumsy. Too disorganized. Lady Wuxhar beat me so severely this time that I'm unable to sleep from the pain. She used her talons...

I've made up my mind to ask to leave in the morning. I will take the pilgrimage of Strekios.

--

Lady Wuxhar agreed, as tradition demands. But she laughed and said I was committing suicide -- an I may well be. I just see no other way of improving. Nobody here will take the time to help me be a better maid, and I can't take more beatings. So I set out tomorrow at dawn.

The beating that Lady Wuxhar gave me tonight was mild. I believe she pities me. And she should! I began to regret my decision the moment I spoke it aloud... but you do not renege on a vow to visit a Strekios camp!

--

I have traveled far today -- four miles, perhaps five. My feet are sore and my food is already low. But if I am headed in the right direction, I should arrive tomorrow.

--

It has been two days since I last wrote. I have been traveling in the wrong direction! I am sure of it, for last night I realized I was in the Forest of the Greenest Siren. I heard her singing! The siren's song was beautiful, but so frightening. Her voice filled my head, then it took control of my feet. I was forced to trek through the woods towards her sound. But my sense of direction is so poor that I got turned around... I didn't manage to find her before day broke. The singing stopped, so I ran away as fast as I could. I have never been more scared. Never!

I am now out of food, and my feet are bleeding and sore. I lost my shoes somewhere in the woods. I have no idea what to do.

--

I found a Strekios Camp just outside the woods! But... it's not the one I'm traveling to. I had meant to head to Ormala City's camp, the Camp of Laborers. This camp is... I don't know. I was too afraid to ask. Lumberjacks, I think.

I was so hungry that I worked up the courage to ask for food. They asked no questions, just gave me food and a smelly bedroll. So I'll try to sleep now, surrounded by these terrifying people. There are orcs here, and minotaurs! If I live through the night, I'll head back home in the morning.

--

At breakfast, an ork asked me why I came to the Night Warden Strekios camp. I laughed and explained that I had meant to find a far different camp. Imagine! A maidservant becoming a Night Warden! But she didn't laugh. She looked so concerned that I asked what was wrong.

Folga explained that it was too late to leave. Once you sleep at a Strekios camp, you are enrolled. Leaving won't help me now: Strekios's judgement will come in one year, no matter where I go.

She sat with me and tried to help me for a while, but soon Folga had to go -- she is in her eighth month, and is struggling to advance her study of alchemy. I spent the rest of the day wandering the camp in shock.

I have no idea what Night Wardens actually do. And if I am honest with myself, I really hate the outdoors! But now, if I want to survive, I must become a Night Warden... in one year!

I am doomed.

--

It is month 3. I have been so sore and so miserable these past two months that I could not bring myself to write in my trusty diary.

Some of the people here are hunters and warriors who wish to become Night Wardens. Others are Night Wardens already, and came here because they'd reached a plateau in their skills. Nobody is as green as me, but I found a few others who are beginners, and each day I just try to follow them around and try to do everything they do. Everyone here is kind, and I try to be kind in turn. We all know the judgement in store for us. This is not a year for pettiness. This is the most important year of our lives.

--

Every part of my body aches every day. But today I kept up with my friends on their twelve-mile march! I have learned much about the woods. And I learned that our camp is near the Greenest Siren on purpose: at night, many of the younger Night Wardens tie themselves to trees and listen to her singing, trying to overcome the mind control.