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EdTheKet · 11-06-04, 08:59 AM

ENTRY 11
Brac’ar walks into an inn in Shoufal, gets a room, goes up and takes out his journal. Today, while I was walking around in Karthy, I was bothered by some cold mist which seemed to be following me. To my surprise, Master Silverhammer stepped out of the mist, asking me why I was taking to long to go back to Shoufal and return to my parents with the journal he had given me. I might not be a dwarf with axe or hammer, but I was still a dwarf, and not a pansy, so [/i]“Face it and be a dwarf”, he said. He was right of course, I had only been making up excuses to not go back, going to this library then that one in order to increase my knowledge, but never going home.[/i]
So I set out, back to the town of my birth, the town of my shame, the town of my family: Shoufal, Gem of Berhagen. [/i]After an uneventful trek I found myself in front of its gates and after asking some of the locals, it turned out my parent’s smithy was still in the same spot. [/i]So in I went. [/i]My father was still upset about me leaving without word, and not becoming a smith, but my mother was happy to see me.[/i]
I presented the Master Silverhammer’s journal to my dad, and he left to go read it, telling me he did not forgive me yet. I was very disappointed, but mother did point out that he hadn’t even finished the platemail he was working on, so I still have hope he’ll come around. [/i]I chatted with my mother a bit about what I had been doing since I left, I could hear my father laugh and shout out in “So that’s how ye do it!!!” �a couple of times as he was reading the journal, so I guess he’ll turn around. [/i]After chatting nearly all night with Mom, I left, but am sure I will return soon. [/i]Leaving his helmet on the table in his room, Bra’ar goes down into the common room, ordering a meal.

11-06-04, 08:59 AM	#11
EdTheKet The Loremaster Characters Join Date: Jan 2004 Location: Amsterdam, The Netherlands Posts: 5,393 Thanks: 165 Thanked 603 Times in 348 Posts	RE: The Journal of Brac'ar Fireface, dwarven wizard, tailor and scribe ENTRY 11 Brac’ar walks into an inn in Shoufal, gets a room, goes up and takes out his journal. <i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal">Today, while I was walking around in Karthy, I was bothered by some cold mist which seemed to be following me. To my surprise, Master Silverhammer stepped out of the mist, asking me why I was taking to long to go back to Shoufal and return to my parents with the journal he had given me. I might not be a dwarf with axe or hammer, but I was still a dwarf, and not a pansy, so [/i]<i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal">“Face it and be a dwarf”, he said. He was right of course, I had only been making up excuses to not go back, going to this library then that one in order to increase my knowledge, but never going home.[/i] <i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal">So I set out, back to the town of my birth, the town of my shame, the town of my family: Shoufal, Gem of Berhagen. [/i]<i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal">After an uneventful trek I found myself in front of its gates and after asking some of the locals, it turned out my parent’s smithy was still in the same spot. [/i]<i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal">So in I went. [/i]<i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal">My father was still upset about me leaving without word, and not becoming a smith, but my mother was happy to see me.[/i] <i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal">I presented the Master Silverhammer’s journal to my dad, and he left to go read it, telling me he did not forgive me yet. I was very disappointed, but mother did point out that he hadn’t even finished the platemail he was working on, so I still have hope he’ll come around. [/i]<i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal">I chatted with my mother a bit about what I had been doing since I left, I could hear my father laugh and shout out in “So that’s how ye do it!!!” �a couple of times as he was reading the journal, so I guess he’ll turn around. [/i]<i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal">After chatting nearly all night with Mom, I left, but am sure I will return soon. [/i]Leaving his helmet on the table in his room, Bra’ar goes down into the common room, ordering a meal.