Journal Story - Ellie  by G.B. Gillean

It actually worked! Well… almost. Dorian has been teaching us how to bridge the gap between worlds, and earlier today I actually found myself in the Professor’s research camp.

Apparently, he had made it back before us, but must have left long ago. Quintin will be pleased to know he survived. Assuming he will even register being told.

I just looked at my last entry, I hadn’t realized how long it has been. I guess I should fill in the details for posterity,if nothing else.

After a few days of travel, we were overtaken by the hunters. In the confusion, Quintin and I fled into the woods, and immediately became lost. We wandered for a couple weeks barely scrapping by before Dorian and his men found us. At first, we thought they were more barbarians, but it was entirely moot, as neither of us had the strength to fight.

They took us in, and cared for us, asking for an exchange of information. These people hold stories in as high regard as our own. That was before Quintin shut down. After time passed and we became essentially part of the tribe, Dorian decided we should learn the way of his people.

This meant creating bridges. Of course, we didn’t believe him at first, but he proved it to us. Quintin took it as almost blasphemy. He refuses to speak or leave his tent, and won’t eat more than is required to live. I on the other hand took to the lessons eagerly. I could never pass up the opportunity to learn to create like the scribes of old.

This would completely revolutionize our work as scholars. Of course it took me a week to recreate am existing bridge from memory. A new one will take forever.

Copyright G.B. Gillean 2015


Journal Story - Professor Wells by G.B. Gillean

The founder actually had an original tapestry! At least if his account is to be believed.

The first people, after discovering the ability to travel, quickly realized the need for regulation and standards. The first concern was deciding who could create these bridges, and so the Scribe’s Guild was formed. Literacy was far rarer in those days, so paying up the importance of the written word, left a significant portion of the populace incapable of travel. No evidence exists that this restriction exists for any reason other than dissuading the creation of unregulated bridges.

By further making the process complicated, few, even of the initiated, were privy to the secrets. The artificial complexity ultimately allowed a small handful of scribes to garner almost compete power. This would lead to a class of elders mirrored by us today. Our elders don’t have the ability to bridge worlds, of course, but they still maintain a disproportionate amount of influence. Although, now, I guess the elders are irrelevant. I had forgotten the historical significance of the old ways.

The Scribe inner circle would create extremely elaborate tapestries to act as bridges to the primary worlds. These would be posted in common areas for the use and intimidation of the populace.

The founder’s was the last surviving of these, and he was never able to activate it. I wonder where it embed up.

Copyright G.B. Gillean 2015


Journal Story - Professor Wells by G.B. Gillean

This book is fascinating. I always assumed that, as most great civilizations, our history was harsher than is often portrayed. No group actually desires being the villains. However, according to this, we are on a Roman level of revisionism.

The first people devised the ability to travel between worlds. They used written descriptions to travel to new places. The debate in those days centered around the pre-existance of these places. Common knowledge now dictates that depending upon language used, there is an organic mix of both. This is what the first people decided, and we have accepted it.

However, this narrative exists, within this book, only add editors notes and angry scribbles. The author’s take is an admittedly controversial, if nonsensical, stance that all worlds exist prior to discovery. He explains away designer worlds saying that with infinite possible combinations everything can and must exist.

There are entire sections in here about the first people that were thought lost to time. I can see now why the founder is considered a pariah. How could such an otherwise intelligent person believe such madness?

Copyright G.B. Gillean 2015


Journal Story - Professor Wells by G.B. Gillean

Somebody left me a book last night while I slept. A history of our people, and a very old one at that. Should be fascinating reading, but why? Perhaps someone yet pities me.

This exclusiveness is maddening. I can normally handle it better than most; however, I have no intellectual pursuits to occupy me. I can acknowledge my subconscious is hunting for conspiracies once more. It makes a compelling argument.

I did not look at first, the author of this history. The founder of the college. Another disgraced soul. Clearly this book was left in jest. Meant only to remind me.

Copyright G.B. Gillean 2015


Journal Story - Professor Wells by G.B. Gillean

Rotherham came by the other day. Fascinating how he desires I should be informed of the search efforts.

He also passed me this journal.

My old writings.

Has it been only two weeks? This was the journal used against me. Paranoid ravings of a madman.

The assumption was that I hid the facts of the world I was assigned. They are merely finding malice in my incompetence. At the time of my initial report, I had not determined the true extent. But it is of no use. No pleas of mine will ever find sympathetic ears. Even Rotherham, the surprise ally, is beginning to stray. By the trial even he will have left me.

The apprentices. I wonder what has become of them. They vanished over a month ago now. I wasted so much time deciphering that message…

Only Rotherham and his courier visit me now. Although, having called for my old accomplices, I wonder if there will be other trials. Maybe this is the way of things now. A pity…

Copyright G.B. Gillean 2015

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