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journal entry 1: from the mind of an eternal guardian of grey

I have started many journals in the past, with pen and quill and keyboard. and I find after each lifetime I have lived it is difficult to maintain the status-quo I enjoyed in my previous "lives". to make context of what I am saying I will start off with saying I and those like me are not human, or at least we have not ever been human as far as we know. we call ourselves Guardians of the grey, greymen, guardian spirits, or any such similar term. we live outside the realm of the living, in neither heaven nor in hell both of which are quite real though not quite in the way that most texts describe them. I would elaborate but it would be like a bird trying to describe the bottom of the ocean, we simply have naught to do with each other. we live in the fortress, a amorphous structure deep in the fog, an area of infinite nothingness on the path between worlds, we sit in the empty nothing, sentinels silently watching, waiting, guarding. we exist as something not unlike a human soul, a demon or an angel in that we are spirits not living creatures, each of us have experience multiple human "lives" see we incarnate on earth to live out a mortal life and when we "die" are returned to our home in the grey nothing. wile on earth we serve as sentinels and warriors in a war that few ever perceive, wile angels and demons battle over the hearts of humans we battle over their dead, we are blessed with great power by our masters, the council of six or the grey council. we have immense magical and physical power though never prowess in both categories, in magical terms we far outclass any human or half-breed mage or warlock, we sit on relative terms to demon lords or archangelels, we can with ease and simplicity cast spells that would leave most mortal mages dead, and many supernatural beings drained. similarly or warriors who have no magical ability are enhance physically to match our mages in raw power.

we exist to fight one foe, our own addiction. see in the grey expanse of nothing from wich we come, memories and experiences of color, taste, smell and other sensory information are akin to drugs to us. we need them, we thrive on them. yet this is a double edged blade, those of us who fall to the temptation and refuse to give up their lives of color and well life, lose their minds. they become little better than savage beasts and we call them necromancers. our duty in the other world is to keep close watch on the souls of mortals, it is our duty to ensure purity in souls remains we are to purge souls to tainted to be reincarnated and to cleanse those who are not fully tainted.