"I went to some of the self-help group meetings. The diver, armordillo and boar-rider were there. The wardens closely monitor the gathering to make sure none of us try anything suspicious. All my work was discrete as possible. I should briefly go over who was there. Best to make sure they are all known."
"The cardslinger leads the group. I think of all of us he may be one of the more savagely beaten since the inception of the league. If anything he's nice as can be and tries to slip us bandages when the wardens aren't looking. Yet even hosting this group does not make him immune to their savagery."
"EVERYONE knows of this one. He came into the league so powerful even the keepers feared his wrath. Now he's in a wheelchair and requires constant attention. Some say the keepers tried fix him but the damage is done. He barely speaks. He simply sits in his chair and wheezes with his oxygen mask. He cannot be left alone in a room, he'll try to kill himself."
"She is the aspect of the wild and, while beaten, she cannot be contained. She's something of a den-mother to us all. She mostly cares for the seneschal because he requires the aid more than any other. If the wardens were to hurt her we'd all feel the sting. I know she can be trusted. I know for sure."
"A second robot joined us after the first and she was subject to many harsh wounds. Lucky for us, she could not feel pain. She can't feel anything because she is not alive. She comes to these groups because she thinks herself human. It's a lie. She's a robotic shell that houses gears, not a soul. I hate when she speaks, it frightens me."
"Hurt as this one may be, he always comes to the meetings cheery. I think it's simply so none of us see how fall from grace he's fallen. Usually he brings oranges for us, telling us to eat one and everything will be...'kay. I think the oranges are a crutch. An addiction to him that if he eats enough everything will be better. He's a fool and his optimism infuriates me."
"This one is cocky but he never really does anything. He is used by the summoners despite consistent beatings. He's grown an arrogance about him that he can never be hurt enough to be useless. I hate him more than anyone here. He thinks his situation applies to us all and that we're simply not trying hard enough. I pray for the day the wardens look upon him unfavorably and break his jaw."
"I've spoken with all of them and made my plans...but before I finish my entry I'm going to write down the oath they share. As weak-willed as many of the people there are, I feel the oath fits well."
"You may beat me, but I will not be hated. You may wound me, but I will not be killed. You may silence me, but I will not be contained. You may trip me, but I will not be stopped.
The summoners decide who is in favor. The summoners will love me through my beatings. I do not fear you because the summoners are by my side."
"If I do get this out, know that you summoners are the source of our strength. Know that if you continue to use us on the fields all is well. Nothing is worse than being forgotten...nothing."
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