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Lord Dark · 06-25-08, 10:01 AM

*written in the craft hall while waiting for a skin to cure*

New mates: Iradril, Ell, Lance

My tailoring has been getting better. I have made more couger bags and a few panther capes and armor. This has been consuming most of my time and I have been staying out of trouble for the most part.

I am working day and night, hiding from creatures still working on my goal in previous writings. I am now able to sneak pass the trolls in the platinum cave in the Battlehelm moors. I went up there with Ell (cleric of Aragen), Lance (another Toranite *chuckles*), Iradril (...I forgot what he was but I know he casted arcane magics in armor), Castor and Bayard. Verideth and Sun were supposed to come but had other things to take care of.

I volunteered as scout, bait and clean up since I knew I'd take that position up without volunteering. It may be lowly jobs but it's what I can do to help the group, I am glad to know people can trust me on the coin area of the cleanup. But scouting is more of a...highly needed jobs and I take up the title that day with pride. Only few minor things happened while we were down there, first was getting started... it was tough. People shooting there arrows ahead and drawing the trolls to come down on us like a hammer. Then there was the people following right up behind me. I had to tell them they can see where I am but not the trolls... That's another thing I'm working on, disappearing from everyone's eyesight not just the bad guys.

Then we were resting and I think it was Bayard who brought up the dragon pit. I told them it was empty but spiders and a beholder. I was still thinking about when I heard something and it made me strike out in a random direction. I didn't realise I had my sword in hand and I ended slicing up Castor. I didn't believe I did that, I was dumbfounded and I used potion after potion to heal him and I went away from the group. I was afraid they make me go on my own back to the surface or they would kill me there. I did not know if I lost all my trust I did my best to earn from them. so many thoughts were running through my head, but they just shrugged it off...I was relieved but more careful in the future. I can be an overly sensitive male at times but I only dare admit this here, I don't think any one would let me live it down. I just never had any of this my whole life and I don't want to let it go. The world isn't suited for soft people. I am working on toughing up this very moment... *Checks to see if he has enough sewing needles and a new sewing kit* I do believe myself a coward at times...but maybe I'm not since I recognize that I am a coward. A coward is someone...*rubs his chin thinking of a definition* is someone who doesn't admit they are one, someone who doesn't admit that they are afraid. I am not a philosiphical man, I just think that common sense. I may have the definition wrong but that is my view. I'm am just a simple man who does not know where he stands with his emotions *laughs and starts to scribble it out but lowers his hand realizing it is the truth*

I have gotten off the subject rambling on with the minor. We did not go all the way to the bottom. We had a formation we would resume when I had spotted anything ahead. That was to form a little pocket so when I hooked a troll (stupid things they are), I'd run around the corner and they would find themselves stuck. They only had a few seconds because Ell, Lance, and Iradril was up on them with the swords and Castor and Bayard with the bows. Of course I would be behind it closing the pocket so that it cannot get out. But this didn't go well at all times. We were ambushed once or twice, they caught us out of our line and most of us dropped but those with great endurance (mostly Iradril, Lance and Ell) threw out potions left and right healing those who dropped. We got out safely but never got to the bottom. That is what I remember from the constant adrenaline that creates a constant thumping in your ears and slows down time but is remembers everything blurred...Like this fur sitting in the acids here. The fur is well detailed when looked at slowly. Someone with really good patience can count every hair and write every detail, but the acid and salt plays as the adrenaline. When added everything works well but in the end it is all left behind and forgotten nothing but a soup of hair and fat. *ponders on if this comparison will work but then thinks it well enough* That is why I cannot write a detailed story about when I go out to do crazy things carrying FIVE platinum ingots *smiles remembering that he carryed so much weight*, that adrenaline is pumping like hormones in teenage days. Everything is then blurred. That is all I have to write about today.

-Fellow

06-25-08, 10:01 AM	#4
Lord Dark Beholder Characters Join Date: Sep 2005 Location: Washington Posts: 625 Thanks: 460 Thanked 206 Times in 151 Posts	Re: A Fellow's Journal written in the craft hall while waiting for a skin to cure New mates: Iradril, Ell, Lance My tailoring has been getting better. I have made more couger bags and a few panther capes and armor. This has been consuming most of my time and I have been staying out of trouble for the most part. I am working day and night, hiding from creatures still working on my goal in previous writings. I am now able to sneak pass the trolls in the platinum cave in the Battlehelm moors. I went up there with Ell (cleric of Aragen), Lance (another Toranite chuckles), Iradril (...I forgot what he was but I know he casted arcane magics in armor), Castor and Bayard. Verideth and Sun were supposed to come but had other things to take care of. I volunteered as scout, bait and clean up since I knew I'd take that position up without volunteering. It may be lowly jobs but it's what I can do to help the group, I am glad to know people can trust me on the coin area of the cleanup. But scouting is more of a...highly needed jobs and I take up the title that day with pride. Only few minor things happened while we were down there, first was getting started... it was tough. People shooting there arrows ahead and drawing the trolls to come down on us like a hammer. Then there was the people following right up behind me. I had to tell them they can see where I am but not the trolls... That's another thing I'm working on, disappearing from everyone's eyesight not just the bad guys. Then we were resting and I think it was Bayard who brought up the dragon pit. I told them it was empty but spiders and a beholder. I was still thinking about when I heard something and it made me strike out in a random direction. I didn't realise I had my sword in hand and I ended slicing up Castor. I didn't believe I did that, I was dumbfounded and I used potion after potion to heal him and I went away from the group. I was afraid they make me go on my own back to the surface or they would kill me there. I did not know if I lost all my trust I did my best to earn from them. so many thoughts were running through my head, but they just shrugged it off...I was relieved but more careful in the future. I can be an overly sensitive male at times but I only dare admit this here, I don't think any one would let me live it down. I just never had any of this my whole life and I don't want to let it go. The world isn't suited for soft people. I am working on toughing up this very moment... Checks to see if he has enough sewing needles and a new sewing kit I do believe myself a coward at times...but maybe I'm not since I recognize that I am a coward. A coward is someone...rubs his chin thinking of a definition is someone who doesn't admit they are one, someone who doesn't admit that they are afraid. I am not a philosiphical man, I just think that common sense. I may have the definition wrong but that is my view. I'm am just a simple man who does not know where he stands with his emotions laughs and starts to scribble it out but lowers his hand realizing it is the truth I have gotten off the subject rambling on with the minor. We did not go all the way to the bottom. We had a formation we would resume when I had spotted anything ahead. That was to form a little pocket so when I hooked a troll (stupid things they are), I'd run around the corner and they would find themselves stuck. They only had a few seconds because Ell, Lance, and Iradril was up on them with the swords and Castor and Bayard with the bows. Of course I would be behind it closing the pocket so that it cannot get out. But this didn't go well at all times. We were ambushed once or twice, they caught us out of our line and most of us dropped but those with great endurance (mostly Iradril, Lance and Ell) threw out potions left and right healing those who dropped. We got out safely but never got to the bottom. That is what I remember from the constant adrenaline that creates a constant thumping in your ears and slows down time but is remembers everything blurred...Like this fur sitting in the acids here. The fur is well detailed when looked at slowly. Someone with really good patience can count every hair and write every detail, but the acid and salt plays as the adrenaline. When added everything works well but in the end it is all left behind and forgotten nothing but a soup of hair and fat. ponders on if this comparison will work but then thinks it well enough That is why I cannot write a detailed story about when I go out to do crazy things carrying FIVE platinum ingots smiles remembering that he carryed so much weight, that adrenaline is pumping like hormones in teenage days. Everything is then blurred. That is all I have to write about today. -Fellow __________________ And Tod's a fashion cautious guy, who rarely ever dies, 'cos he's got suits of black and blue, equipped with sword and pies! -Rockhead Howling Wolf Last edited by Lord Dark : 06-26-08 at 10:34 AM.