Cordelia Hutchings/Personal Journal

Cordelia Hutching's journal is a small diary of first-person accounts & entries written by Kinshra member Cordelia Hutchings. Always to be seen on her figure, the pages inside the black bound book are written in an elegent script under common tougne. Each entry within the journal is dated and most entries within are no more than a day or two apart.

Entry One
Father always encouraged me to keep a journal or diary to write in at the end of the day to keep my brain occupied & to recount the events that had transpired throughout the day. Said it's a good cathartic release & a good way to document achievements within my lifetime. I brushed it off a lot, mainly because I thought the idea was stupid & was convinced that I never had the time because of my aquaintances, but now since I have a lot of downtime at the end of the night I might as well start now before it's too late. I'm currently writing this on my bunk at the Kinshra Fortress up in cold North Asgarnia. Unless I'm out in a field excersize I suppose most of what I write in this journal will be here until further notice, but anyway- Yeah. I really do not know what to put in here... My writing was never that good to begin with. Not to say I do not have a creative mind, no, but rather I'm thinking all too much at once to properly put down what would look pleasant. I suppose I will start this first entry with describing who I am, in the event my journal is lost or Gods forbid I am killed in combat. My name is Cordelia Hutchings & I am of an impoverished noble house down in Rimmington of South Asgarnia. I use the term 'impoverished' frequently. Basically my family was wealthy, just with no real power or land other than our homestead. And by family, I just mean my mother & father. I am an only child. Mom had just recently divorced dad actually. About a month ago, a week before I left home to enlist into the Kinshra. She actually divorced him BECAUSE of his religious choice & factional affiliation, being a Zamorakian Knight within the Kinshra. Thinking about it makes my blood boil- my mother is such a bitch. She just got up and left, not even bothering saying goodbye to me. Wherever she is, I hope she's having a miserable time.... In all fairness, I suppose she has the right to be angry. I mean, my father had kept his affiliation a secret for such a long time. I hadn't found out any sooner than my mother had. But I suppose it doesn't matter anymore. And that's why I'm here, a Squire in the Kinshra. Wanted to make dad proud & just stick it to my mom. Did I mention my disliking towards her? ... It's torches out, I hear the Knights down the hall yelling at the other Squires. To be honest I don't suspect I'll make another entry here. I doubt I'll even remember I made the effort to even start writing a journal. Suppose time will tell. I really don't feel like scrubbing plates tomorrow....