Old Leather-Bound Journal

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Nokosu - Krezzican Swordsman[/font][/color]

Introduction:

To those who may be reading this,

My name is Nokosu, and I am the Krezzican Swordsman. What is a Krezzican? A Krezzican is what I am. It is the name of my race. I come from a world called Krezzica, which was consumed by heartless due to my mistakes. This journal will chronicle my adventures as I try to free my conscious of this guilt by doing good deeds for others. I write not only so I can look back at the things I have done, but so that others shall learn of my endeavors should anything happen to me.

-Nokosu

Freeing the Conscious[/i][/color][/font]

Thread One: Mystery in Tortuga's Port

After my nightmare, I awoke to a bright and sunny day in Port Royal. I met a widow, and agreed to help her find out why her husband went missing. I traveled to Tortuga, and met two people from other worlds such as myself: Max and Erika. They didn't appear to have the strongest grip over their emotions. Well, Erika may have; but not really Max. I questioned them, only to get a rude reply. Well, that was to be expected, as I came across rather rudely. I ran up to them, and asked again; this time in a much more polite manner. They didn't know much, but were able to point me in the right direction.

When I arrived in the "Red Light District", I met a number of prostitutes. It seems that Henry had slept with most of them, and they all liked him. However, his undoing was a bullet to the head. Who pulled the trigger? Himself, in a drunken daze.

I tell the wife of my findings, and what does she do? Throw this journal at my head! I decided that if I ripped out all the sales information and erotic journal entries that I could use this to chronicle my own adventures. The binding is a little loose from all the missing pages, but it's no big deal, right?

Nokosu's Journal Doodle:



Thread Two: Cornered[/i]

I had ventured into the dangerous third district in Traverse Town, in attempts to hone my skills with a sword. It was going well for an hour or so, when the number of enemies increased exponentially. Thankfully, I had some help: A dragon. It was a magnificent white beast, and powerful too. I was amazed to see that he could talk... a shame I never got a name from him.

We retreated from the battle, only to find ourselves in another one. A powerful heartless who manipulated magic in a unique way; and talked weird, like he read too many plays or poems or something. I acted in foolishness and cowardice, and ended up falling through one of his portals into this new area.

Needless to say, I am thankful to be alive. I just hope the same goes for that dragon.

Nokosu's Journal Doodle:[/i]
(Apparantly I did not save the little journal-paper template thingy I made, so I drew this up plainly on a white background)