William+Fitzgerald's+Journal+-+May+5,+1822

The past two days have been rather traumatic turn of events for me.

Everything seemed to be going well for me for once. I managed to get myself a splendid room at the St. Patrick's College dormitories. Dean Anglade gave me access to the College's library, and even some useful pieces of information of my family history to help with my research. It was all going so well.

And then I go and get myself killed.

All that I needed to do was retrieve a small package from the Woodsman's cabin. The same package that I delivered there only one night before. I had thought that if I were to conduct myself in a gentlemanly fashion, and simply do a few small errands for these people whilst not sticking my nose into other people's business, I could get myself what I needed and leave without putting myself in a worse position than I already was, having been exiled to Ireland by Henry.

Then I go and challenge a woodsman to a duel over the package and find myself with a bullet in my chest. As it turns out, bullets are a lot more deadly than I had once thought.

It seems dying can give a person a lot to think about in those moments between worlds, when your life is flashing before your eyes. However, I'd rather not reflect on those thoughts right now.

It seems my friend, Robert, has other plans for me besides my death. As it turns out, he somehow managed to sacrifice the majority of the village of Maynooth in order to resurrect me. It disturbs me greatly to dwell on these thoughts, but I believe I now owe Robert quite a great deal more than any of our previous "exchanges".

I awoke to find Eli and Professor Anglade standing over me in a secret chamber that I later found out was hidden inside the crypt below the church. Anglade seemed rather panicked about the situation, and seemed intent on killing Eli and likely Benjamin and James as well, if not for my insistence that their death was not neccessary and that he had larger problems to worry about, namely, the fact that over half the town's population was now dead. Not that I really believed that Anglade posed a serious threat to Eli, as he has shown himself to be quite... lethal, when it comes to defending himself.

I soon rejoined with Benjamin and James. James was reluctant to believe that I was myself, but I believe I managed to reaffirm my identity to him. Following those events, everyone seemed quite anxious to leave with good reason. We spent about an hour or so preparing to leave, but everyone came to the conclusion that they were too tired to depart without resting so we decided to stay at the dorms, seeing as they were now vacant at the end of the semester.

On a surprisingly light change of pace, the four of us decided to celebrate my return to the world of the living by sharing a bottle of a local drink that was surprisingly sweet to the point of tasting like chocolate. As much as I have managed to keep a stiff upper lip among my companions, I have been... bothered by my recent death and return to the world of the living. I ended up drinking until I passed out.

I woke up this morning with a frightful hangover, and James pulling me out of bed and forcing me into a cold shower. There is a bit of irony in this, considering two days prior when our roles were somewhat reversed, and I expect that he exacted some pleasure in this. Professor Anglade summoned us to his office before we left. I was going to let Benjamin do the talking as I was at the time still recovering from last night's hard drinking but the Professor insisted on speaking to me alone. While he seems to now possess less power than he had prior to last night's events, he had managed to regain some of his composure.

Following my brief discussion with Professor Anglade, we set out to return to Naas, but not before Fitzharris found us and passed me a book that he gotten his hands on pertaining to my family history.

I think I have gleaned enough answers from Maynooth for the time being.

On our trip back to Nass, we came across a farmer bringing a wagon of hay to Maynooth. We informed him that the village had been struck by a violent plague, and after assuring him that we had not been there long enough to have caught it, we convinced him to give us a ride the rest of the way back to Nass.