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<p><b>New page</b></p><div>'''Ravanna's First Journal''' is a [[Dragonwilds:Lore Scraps|lore scrap]], located directly down the stairs from [[Dragonwilds:Death (Grim Reaper)]] next to a tree. This journal describes the death of [[Dragonwilds:Ulv]], and the feelings of grief-stricken [[Dragonwilds:Ravanna]] as part of the sev<br />
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==Journal==<br />
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The odd thing about life is it's surprisingly easy to maintain. For all the work of alchemists and scheming sorcerers, continued existence is child's play really. All it takes is hate.<br />
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Hate is a fuel that can burn forever. Pure rage is a force that can drive anyone forward. Grief is a power source that can last until the end of time. You just need to know how to use them.<br />
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There's a morality in vengeance that society shuns. They say it won't solve anything. That it never makes things better. Yet, I picture the suffering of those monsters and that's all I need. Knowing they suffer, die and weep for their loved ones, that's enough to drive my bones forward and keep the skin stitched in place.<br />
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Unreasonable, yes, but at least hate is honest in it's{{sic|correct format is its}} hypocrisy. I choose to turn the wheel of the vicious cycle round and round, grinding garou bones beneath it.<br />
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I will never forgive them for the death of my friend. Never. And as long as I curse them, my soul will not fade to the world below.<br />
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Someone will tell me that that's not what Ulv would want, but I knew my friend and, if he could speak, he'd tell me to make sure they hurt.<br />
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So, I do.<br />
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Those same people tell me that grief fades, but that's a lie. It's been so long now, so many years, yet that pain and that hate still burn inside me more ferociously than the sun, and I wake each day smiling because I know they suffer in return.<br />
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Perhaps I need a hobby?<br />
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