((I am writing this chronicle the events in the life of Joan DeGualle, most of the stories here will have happened long before she arrived on the sword coast. I am mostly doing this to flesh out Joan more as a character. Some of the stories here she will probably never tell, others she'll gladly talk about. Please do not metagame this knowledge. If you ask for a story in game I'll gladly oblige. It may be one of the stories in this thread, or you might get something that isn't here yet, so please, ask away. Also please send me feedback, good or bad, this is really a new thing for me and I could always use constructive criticism.))
**The Following entries come from Joan's time at the Spandeliyon Woman's Academy of the Arts**
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Journal: Ches 14, 1336 DR
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I am going to kill her. That stupid uptight piece of trash Camille, she stole it! She stole my role! She thinks just because her father is rich that she's somehow entitled to steal MY part? I earned this! What did she do? She can't even remember her own part half the time! How is she going to remember mine too? If he father didn't own half the docks district she'd be a nobody! Instead she cries to daddy and he threatens to stop his 'generous' donations to the academy. Then she has the NERVE to rub it in my face! I'll show her though. In a few days she'll wish she'd never crossed paths with me.
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Journal: Ches 17, 1336 DR
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Tonight I get my revenge diary, Camille is going to get exactly what she deserves. The show debuts in a few hours, until then I just have to bide my time and hope no one notices how giddy I am. They'll have no choice but to give the lead back to me after this. She's going to regret ever crossing me, mark my words. I have to go now and get ready. I am so happy I will only have to wear this maid costume once. No more bit parts for me.
The Journeys of Joan DeGualle
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Journal: Ches 17, 1336 DR
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It was wonderful, diary! More than I ever expected. I may not have been the star this time, but the applause was rapturous. I knew they were cheering for me. They knew who the real star was, and next time they'll see the show they were meant to see! I can't wait! This is the most exciting day of my life! It won't be long before I'm world famous! The cheering crowds, the adoring fans. Its all so wonderful. I don't even feel bad about what happened to Camille. It was just bad luck is all.
It happened at the finale, everything was in place and Camille was set to take her bow. No one even suspects I had anything to do with it! Things didn't go exactly as I'd planned. I was worried the trap door wouldn't collapse for a moment, it was stable long enough for her to move halfway off of it. Instead of falling through and embarrassing herself in front of everyone, the stupid girl fell sideways. Have you ever heard a neck snap diary? Its terrible and wonderful all at once. I hope she realized who was responsible before she hit the ground. I hope she realized right before the life drained out of her that she brought this upon herself. If she didn't, well, it doesn't matter. She got what she deserved.
The funeral is in two days. I don't understand why everyone is so sad. She was a Hack! They will see soon enough what real talent is! It doesn't matter, everyone will be over it in a week. I think I am going to attend the funeral. As much as I hate to see all these people grieving over worthless piece of trash like Camille, I can't think of a better way to spend my day than watching that bitch get put away for good. I just hope I can control my laughter.
Journal: Ches 17, 1336 DR
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It was wonderful, diary! More than I ever expected. I may not have been the star this time, but the applause was rapturous. I knew they were cheering for me. They knew who the real star was, and next time they'll see the show they were meant to see! I can't wait! This is the most exciting day of my life! It won't be long before I'm world famous! The cheering crowds, the adoring fans. Its all so wonderful. I don't even feel bad about what happened to Camille. It was just bad luck is all.
It happened at the finale, everything was in place and Camille was set to take her bow. No one even suspects I had anything to do with it! Things didn't go exactly as I'd planned. I was worried the trap door wouldn't collapse for a moment, it was stable long enough for her to move halfway off of it. Instead of falling through and embarrassing herself in front of everyone, the stupid girl fell sideways. Have you ever heard a neck snap diary? Its terrible and wonderful all at once. I hope she realized who was responsible before she hit the ground. I hope she realized right before the life drained out of her that she brought this upon herself. If she didn't, well, it doesn't matter. She got what she deserved.
The funeral is in two days. I don't understand why everyone is so sad. She was a Hack! They will see soon enough what real talent is! It doesn't matter, everyone will be over it in a week. I think I am going to attend the funeral. As much as I hate to see all these people grieving over worthless piece of trash like Camille, I can't think of a better way to spend my day than watching that bitch get put away for good. I just hope I can control my laughter.
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Journal: Ches 25, 1336 DR
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Today for the first time today I was the star. I knew they would pick me! Everyone is still moping over Camille, but as they say, the show must go on! After they chose me to take the lead, everything just sort of blurred together. They rushed me around fitting me for costume, making sure everything was perfect. This must be what it feels like to be a noble. I could get used to this!
The rehearsals were quick, and madame Devereaux seemed like she was in a hurry to get things back on track. I guess the school depends a lot on selling tickets. Anyway, the first show was tonight! I killed! I could feel all the eyes on me. I think deep down some of them were expecting a repeat of what happened to Camille. If only they knew. That's how it felt at first anyway. After the first act I could tell everyone was enraptured by my performance.
Afterwards I got to meet some of the more important nobles in the city. They were actually nice to me! They congratulated me on a job well done and told me they would be sure come again. I even met Camille's father. He was very kind, but I could tell he was upset. I didn't tell him anything, but I felt bad for him, it was not his fault Camille was the way she was. I took my leave and ran off to my room. I hope they did not take offense.
Journal: Ches 25, 1336 DR
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Today for the first time today I was the star. I knew they would pick me! Everyone is still moping over Camille, but as they say, the show must go on! After they chose me to take the lead, everything just sort of blurred together. They rushed me around fitting me for costume, making sure everything was perfect. This must be what it feels like to be a noble. I could get used to this!
The rehearsals were quick, and madame Devereaux seemed like she was in a hurry to get things back on track. I guess the school depends a lot on selling tickets. Anyway, the first show was tonight! I killed! I could feel all the eyes on me. I think deep down some of them were expecting a repeat of what happened to Camille. If only they knew. That's how it felt at first anyway. After the first act I could tell everyone was enraptured by my performance.
Afterwards I got to meet some of the more important nobles in the city. They were actually nice to me! They congratulated me on a job well done and told me they would be sure come again. I even met Camille's father. He was very kind, but I could tell he was upset. I didn't tell him anything, but I felt bad for him, it was not his fault Camille was the way she was. I took my leave and ran off to my room. I hope they did not take offense.
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Journal: Mirtul 12, 1336 DR
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[This page is covered in many small smudges and water marks, it obvious they were made by tears.]
Dear diary,
It has been almost 2 months since I took the lead role in this play. I think the other girls are jealous of my success. I can hear them talking behind my back when they think I'm not listening. Some of them are not even that polite, they antagonize me directly, calling me "Filthy peasant girl" and "common (germbag)". I thought getting this part would earn their respect, but it has only made their tormenting worse. I am beginning to wonder if I belong here. I have no friends here, and I am beginning to worry that I never will.
Earlier today some of the girls accosted me after choir. The said they wanted to ask my advice on how to improve their performances. How stupid I was to believe them. I was so happy someone wanted to talk to me that I didn't even consider the chance they were lying. I left with them, and as soon as we were out of sight of the classroom they pushed me to the floor. I fought back as well as I could, but they were too many. I lay curled on the ground as the beat and kicked me. Just as I thought it was over they grabbed by my hair and began cutting. Its all gone now diary, every single lock.
What did I ever do to deserve this treatment? All I ever wanted was to be a star, to be loved and adored by all. Is that so wrong diary? I think maybe it was never meant to be. Perhaps I was meant to be a pariah my entire life. Why would the gods curse me so? All I can think about anymore is wringing each and every one of their pretty little necks. To see the life drain out of them in my hands would bring me so much joy. What is wrong with me diary?
Journal: Mirtul 12, 1336 DR
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[This page is covered in many small smudges and water marks, it obvious they were made by tears.]
Dear diary,
It has been almost 2 months since I took the lead role in this play. I think the other girls are jealous of my success. I can hear them talking behind my back when they think I'm not listening. Some of them are not even that polite, they antagonize me directly, calling me "Filthy peasant girl" and "common (germbag)". I thought getting this part would earn their respect, but it has only made their tormenting worse. I am beginning to wonder if I belong here. I have no friends here, and I am beginning to worry that I never will.
Earlier today some of the girls accosted me after choir. The said they wanted to ask my advice on how to improve their performances. How stupid I was to believe them. I was so happy someone wanted to talk to me that I didn't even consider the chance they were lying. I left with them, and as soon as we were out of sight of the classroom they pushed me to the floor. I fought back as well as I could, but they were too many. I lay curled on the ground as the beat and kicked me. Just as I thought it was over they grabbed by my hair and began cutting. Its all gone now diary, every single lock.
What did I ever do to deserve this treatment? All I ever wanted was to be a star, to be loved and adored by all. Is that so wrong diary? I think maybe it was never meant to be. Perhaps I was meant to be a pariah my entire life. Why would the gods curse me so? All I can think about anymore is wringing each and every one of their pretty little necks. To see the life drain out of them in my hands would bring me so much joy. What is wrong with me diary?
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Journal: Mirtul 23, 1336 DR
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I'm so embarrassed. I made a fool of myself today, and everyone saw it. As if it wasn't bad enough already, now I have to live this down too. I am not getting a part in our next production. Its a bloody ballet. I'm much to clumsy for it. It would not be so bad if I had not made a fool of myself during auditions. Now I sit here nursing a bloody nose and a bruised ego. I will never dance again.
Journal: Mirtul 23, 1336 DR
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I'm so embarrassed. I made a fool of myself today, and everyone saw it. As if it wasn't bad enough already, now I have to live this down too. I am not getting a part in our next production. Its a bloody ballet. I'm much to clumsy for it. It would not be so bad if I had not made a fool of myself during auditions. Now I sit here nursing a bloody nose and a bruised ego. I will never dance again.
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Journal: Mirtul 27, 1336 DR
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Today one of the girls from the Fine Arts department asked to do a painting of me. I thought she was trying to make fun of me, but she insisted she wasn't. I accepted the offer expecting the worst and was pleasantly surprised. We talked for a while, and I think I may finally have made a friend in this hell I've found myself in. Her name is Belle and her family owns the art museum in Spendelyon. She says she wants to become a great artist so her works will hang alongside the greats. I had to leave for my next class afterward, but when I got to my room I found the painting hanging on my wall next to a note asking if I would return sometime.
((Original image is stolen from CHOW 156 on deviatart =p, with some minor editing by me))
Journal: Mirtul 27, 1336 DR
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Today one of the girls from the Fine Arts department asked to do a painting of me. I thought she was trying to make fun of me, but she insisted she wasn't. I accepted the offer expecting the worst and was pleasantly surprised. We talked for a while, and I think I may finally have made a friend in this hell I've found myself in. Her name is Belle and her family owns the art museum in Spendelyon. She says she wants to become a great artist so her works will hang alongside the greats. I had to leave for my next class afterward, but when I got to my room I found the painting hanging on my wall next to a note asking if I would return sometime.
((Original image is stolen from CHOW 156 on deviatart =p, with some minor editing by me))