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A Family Legacy ; Katrien

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minerva:
[SIZE=16]* a worn brown journal sits open on the desk. The first half of the book is filled with various styles of handwriting. Many charcoal drawings illustrate the pages. It is the second half of the book that is of interest. The writing has changed to a flowing script as a new hand records the Hommel legacy*[/SIZE]
[SIZE=16] [/SIZE] [SIZE=16]Poppa I do not know why now, of all times, the family journal opens for me. Uncle Spence was so angry that the clasp would not yield to him. I could not make him understand it would* scratched out and replaced with* did not open for me either. [/SIZE]  [SIZE=16]Until now.[/SIZE]
  [SIZE=16]A Dragon; a large golden Dragon…I dreamt of it. It called to me; said I could help save this land. It was a most confusing dream. When I awoke I was in a new land. Your books and mother’s flute were also with me, but little else. I clutched the family journal, for support more than anything. You held it so dear and said was the only legacy you could leave me. For the first time in my life it opened for me. The page it turned to had but one line on it. The words you said before you left me Poppa. [/SIZE]
[SIZE=16][SIZE=16]Seek the magic [/SIZE][SIZE=16][SIZE=16][SIZE=16]What does that mean? As I wander around this place called Hlint I see may strange and wondrous things. I also see many dangers. To this land the Lady of Magic is known as Lucinda. I will pray to her that she give me guidance. Perhaps it was her magic that you wished for me to seek. [/SIZE]  
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minerva:
New Friends  
Poppa life is hard here. I try to find some way to keep busy, some way to fit in. I have met a most extraordinary man. He is built like an oak tree and almost as tall. It’s too bad he doesn’t have the sweet smell of the forest. He reeks in a most particular way. I try to ignore it, not only to be polite, but also because his sweet disposition more than makes up for a bad smell. He has been such a help to me. I imagine him as a brother of sorts. He has shown me the land, and helped me perform a few tasks for the local people. *added a bit later* Mikey, oh dear, Poppa is more than he seems. I stranger appeared in town today, he knew him from his youth. It seems that my rather large friend is a giant, or rather a half giant. It has greatly distressed him finding this out. It does nothing to change my opinion of him, but others in town are not so open minded. He is harassed by the dwarves, although I don’t know why? He has never been anything but a model citizen since I have known him. I fear the taunting will cause him to go. To go and seek the heritage that was so long hidden from him  
Poppa I wish you were here. I miss your guidance so much. Aunt Aida and Uncle Spence were a poor substitution for you. Why did you have to leave? Why do those I love leave me? Mikey left today for a place called Dregar. He said he had to find his mother’s people. He said he had to know. I can respect that but I will sorely miss him

minerva:
Acceptance and Romance


Life has begun to settle down into a rhythm. I have found my niche as a traveling companion.  I am not nearly strong enough or skilled enough with a blade to adventure on my own.  People do however like me to accompany them. My voice seems to help and the healing skills Lucinda has granted me seems to be in need by companions.
I have also discovered that Aunt Aida did me a favor in teaching me the ways of the kitchens.  The local innkeepers are quite generous with their kitchens.  This has allowed me to become a very good cook. I have also improved in my skills with a needle.  The sewing I would do for the villagers has blossomed into a trade as a tailor. Many of the hunters are kind and bring me pelts.  They know I cannot hunt well myself.  I have made lots of leather garments and have become rather good.

Seek the magic. That is what you said Poppa.  But what magic.  I pray to the Lady and she has allowed me to learn many things to keep myself and others safe.  I have learned to heal to honor her.   I met a handsome young cleric in my first days here.  He was a chosen of Lucinda.  We met again a few days ago.  He tried to warn me from doing an unwise thing.  He seems very kind and attentive Poppa.  He makes me laugh.  Is there not magic in laughter?  Is this the magic you would have me find?


Celgar, my handsome cleric has become very attentive. He courts me now.  His friend the bard Ozy spouts poetry in his name and presents me with flowers. We watch the clouds together, talk, and dream of a future.  His touch warms my heart and I miss him so when he is not here. Cel talks of love and marriage.  Perhaps this is the magic; the magic of home and hearth.  Celgar has asked me to marry him when he can find a ring.  Perhaps I will say yes. A ring matters little to me. It is but a piece of metal. Perhaps I will say yes.

minerva:
Friends

Poppa, things are good.  I am fitting in to life here. I have made many new friends.
Connor, an alchemist I met by chance while exploring the tower north of Hlint has become like an older brother.  He is easy to talk with and fun to be around.  Poppa I wish I had a brother or sister to share my life with.  Connor uses Lucinda’s gifts as I do.  He does not study, but pulls them naturally from the weave.  Brisbane has also become a fast friend.  Her young adopted son Tom is so cute, yet vulnerable.  He reminds me of what my life might have been like if I had not had Uncle Spence to take me in, and was left to the mercy of the streets.  I have used my building skills with the needle to sew him a bear toy of his own.  I was so touched that he loves it.  Imagine Poppa it was the first toy he had ever had.  It made me think of Mother.  For a fleeting second I could see her smile, hear her laugh.  Poppa is this the magic …the magic of friends?

Poppa, Celgar has asked me to marry him. I said yes.  I am so happy.  We have a home together in Krandor.  Perhaps soon we will fill it with the laughter of children.   Connor continues to be a valued friend, trading pelts with me for the juices I extract from various berries.  The skills Aunt Aida taught me in the kitchen have not been amiss.  My skills are actually sought out now.  My skills as a seamstress have also caught the attention of a master tailor.  He considers me for an apprentice.

minerva:
The Dark Comes



* The page is stained with tears and the occasional drop of blood*

The Dark Comes….Poppa those are the words carved in my flesh, into my back.  Hlint was attacked last night by Drow.  I was first hit as I traded pelts with Connor outside the inn.  An arrow came out of nowhere and struck my shoulder.  I ran.  I hid.  The safest place I knew was the safety of the kitchens; a place of good memories.  Not any more, it is now a place of nightmares.  As the poison coursed through my veins an assassin appeared.  The vermin was cold and heartless as one expects of Drow.  He said I was to me made an example of, to carry a message.  
Dear Lucinda Poppa.  He forced me to the ground and tore the dress from my back.  His knife carved those words in my back as he held my head by the hair.  Blood was everywhere. Poppa I tried not to scream, I tried to be brave, to not give him the satisfaction of knowing how terrified I was.  Poppa it hurt so badly. That knife not only cut my flesh, it cut my very soul.  I had thought I was growing stronger, more able to protect myself and others. It only served to prove how weak I was.  I don’t remember how help came.  I remember a healer and sounds of battle.  I was so frightened.  I hid in the corner shivering, staring at the pool of blood that must have been mine.  After some time I made my way outside, to the gathering there in the inn.  So many people hurt.  A figure appeared. He said is name was Navarre.  He was an agent for the Drow.  He said they were united.  The poison that was delivered to me was also delivered to Bris and others.  He said the poison would remain inactive in my body as long as Celgar remains out of the battle yet to come.  If Cel moves to fight the Drow invasion, I die. I die completely.  Lucinda will not be able to send me back.  My soul will be lost forever.  Why now Poppa? Why?


*more tear stains *

The gashes on my back have begun to heal, but the pink scars still bear the message of the Drow. It is not this that makes my heart ache.  The poison that takes hold of my very essence, it seems to have no cure.  A gift to the Drow from Baeron Ca’duz, more and more have been stricken.  I was there when Port Hampshire was besieged by spiders.  Strangely enough the spiders did not seem interested in attacking a few of us; me, Lalaith, Yashilla.  We seemed to be spared.  It was odd.  It did not; however keep me from dispatching as many as I could back to Ca’duz and his followers, whom I suspect sent them in the first place. Many innocents in the city lost their lives that night.  It is not this that makes my heart ache.   Celgar has become distant and detached from me.  At first he wanted to seek a cure, but now he acts as though the events of that night in Hlint did not happen.  He continues as if life were normal in every respect.  This makes my heart ache. I try to keep a brave face, but the scars I see each morning remind me...The Dark Comes.

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