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A New Beginning - Lia Di'Makiir
« on: October 08, 2016, 07:25:04 pm »

Commemoration and Strategizing          Mustering what strength she can Lia surveys the wreckage that was once her livelihood for whatever supplies she can gather.  She sees none of her fellow shipmates as she riffles through drenched and tattered clothing in hopes of finding some signs of life beyond her own.  Emotion materializes once again on her features throughout her search; discovering the captain’s favorite cap, Ol’ Hikreg’s lucky wooden dice, Gam’s (their youngest and newest crewmate) scarf. With the sun past its peak, she decides to stay and create a memorial with all the personal effects she can find.  Grabbing a small crate she can sit on she plays her sea damaged flute to the best of her ability to her now lost family. As the sun begins to sink she places the flute with the rest of the items and readies a fire for the evening.          Distraught and restless the rising sun begins to great her to a less then lively reception.  Searching once more she slowly eats what little rations she finds and discovers a sturdy chest undamaged, ‘Captain Rumeim’s I presume,’ she concludes. She spends a good portion of the morning trying to pry, break and lightly kick the crate open, only to realize in her embarrassment that the locking mechanism was disengaged the whole time.  Inside she finds a ships log, a few blank books, some first circle scrolls and a pouch of Truth’s.  Lifting a rather large, well bound, and intricate blank book she concludes ‘My Old Grimoire is in the bottom of the Windjammers Bay, so I will need a new one and this should suffice for a start.’  Finally, after clearing the chest she takes what little rations left she finds and begins to move.          ‘Our next port of call was Port Hampstead and we were expected to arrive in about 3 days’ time from the attack.  I’m guessing my pursuers, whoever they may be, might continue looking that way just in case.  If I’m correct, Center and Fort Wayfare should be closer to where I’m currently located.  It’s a good location to stock up and find some work as well, for I will need to prepare for what’s to come.’          Following the road north, Lia manages to bind the book of high quality with new spells from the scrolls she found in the chest and begins to write.          Even after 50 odd years someone just cannot let it be.  Whatever your justifications, innocent lives were lost because of you and you will pay for they were friends, they were my family.  Know that when you meet me again, I will be as I was.  I will be strong again and I will show no mercy.          With that off her chest she breaths in controlled breaths and contemplates for some time before the scribbling continues.          I will need a plan starting with the highest of priorities.  As a sailor would confess after feeding the fish, “I simply need to regain my sea legs.”  Center used to be an adventurers hub which could provide me with capable compatriots.  These adventurers have no need to know who I was, but lying will not be wise either; if I stick to a first name basis, then I could potentially keep my secret longer without losing trust.  Of course, I will also need to find work in order to attain the power I require to finish this once and for all.          The lives lost will not be in vein.  While inadvisable at this time, it matters not; I will spread awareness of the deeds that were done to the Lucinda’s Star.  Hopefully it will bring the culprits to light, even if it means they find me before I’m ready.  Perhaps I will be fortuitous and have others by my side when it happens.  I am an adventurer after all now, so I should now be inclined to the habitual behavior of seeking endangerment.((In the word document I wrote this in the font I used for her writting in the book was a Brush Script, or handwritting.  Unfortunately I can't transfer that here, would have added a bit to this I think by implementing that she has neat handwriting.  In any case, it's still a different font here so it can be easily seperated from the narration and thought bubbles.))

 

Chuckles_McChuck

Ghosts of the past           
« Reply #1 on: November 15, 2016, 06:41:02 am »
Ghosts of the past

          Lia sits slightly hunched on a wooden log; her left arm relaxed across her legs, the other propped between her new Grimoire (resting on her right leg) and her chin.  She examines the cuts and bruises covering her arms and ponders how many wounds would show from beneath her garb.  She then looks up at the fire-lit night considering the last few weeks since she started her new journey, ‘as time moves forward and the world carries on I find myself caught in its cycle, evolving with it and yet… some things still remain, receding to archaic sentiments.’  Adjusting her arms she looks down at her grimoire, ‘what I previously wrote leads to the same process does it not, to be as I was?  I didn’t do so well with it then.  Can I become something else, someone better?’

          Wearing a disgruntled expression, she blows strands of hair away from her face and begins to open the book, ‘No not better, or different; one’s life and experiences should define them, not change who they distinctively are.  Instead of asking how to be better, I should become more cognizant of my own being or once again be lost in an endless cycle of torment.’  She soon notices after that last thought she has a quill is in her hand ready to write.

          It was not difficult to find work, everyone needs assistance at one point or another and through their hardships I will find my journey out and in, I met an interesting man named Daniel who appeared to have seen wonders of achievement while I remained lazing across the stars.  He was a kind soul who assisted me with the responsibilities I acquiesced.  In spite of his kindness, however, I found myself cornered, or perhaps paralyzed by his discernment.  I could see his eyes drilling into my soul, calculating and questioning my very being and motives.  He is Rofeneirite after all so I should not expect less, but should it be this way?  It is likely for the best, a paladin needs to be unwavering in their ideals, their devotion and the paths they steer.  If someone could manipulate those circumstances then these holy warriors could fall from grace…

          ‘Sure would be fun to see one right liquored, though.’ She laughs to herself before returning to her thoughtful expression.

          I envy it to be honest…

          Well, to a degree, but I could not help but question these same ideals as I carried on with his support.  Not his ideals mind you, but my own, and as I trudged through the sewers and crypts of Center I asked myself, how did I get here?  Not the most recent ‘wizards attacked my ship, killing all my friends and livelihood’, but everything before then, from Xandariel to the Black Wizards and beyond… and before.
My father was a successful merchant and my family could have anything we could possibly ask for, except for my mother…

          Because of…

          Me.  After all these years it is still hard to accept that my life came at the expense of another’s.  With an older brother and sister life was not easy; one babied me to the point of exhaustion while the other hated me more than anyone I have ever known.


          ‘I wish I could only count on one hand how many individuals hated me through this long life, but no creature carries so many arms.’

          What hurt the most was father, he whom would look upon me with neither love nor hate in his eyes?  Instead, I found them void of all expression as if he refused to accept my existence… or perhaps he died a bit inside and I only reminded him of the hole that was once full.  Inevitably I was sent to a boarding school to learn what I could of the family business, that is what my brother told me anyways, but I knew the truth, even before my sister sang it to the wind and rain.

          ‘She had such a beautiful voice.’

          I did not let the realities of my position to discourage my resolve and I took advantage of that predicament to prove my worth.  I studied trade and economy and yearned to master the arts.  I fell naturally in love with mind and manipulation and with it made many friends and lovers.  My ambitions and commitment brought me to the top of my studies, loving all who would help me succeed.  Before this place, I never felt such emotion and it was invigorating, but eventually even the most aloof of cats must find their way home and my time was coming soon.

          It was an emptiness that I returned to, the same blank stare that haunted my existence for so many years… only this time as he walked away from me I caught a slight, “Go find work at the dock near my ships; there, one will find many a woman in the line of work I learned you are best suited for.”


          A long pause awaits her hand to move again.  There are no tears, no sniffling, and no signs of anger.  She has accepted the wrongs in her life long ago, but she also knows she must never forget them.

          One of his skippers hired me, however, and like these recent times, I pressed onward into the adventure of sail and trade.  I kept the logs up to date and assisted with all the deals and merchandise.  I cannot remember his name anymore, but my Captain admired my perseverance and sent recommendations to my father every quarter.  Even then, it was still a far distant dream that I could ever accomplish anything in this business, made evident when a new ship for the company was commissioned with many recommendations that I should be its skipper, only to be refused.  It was at that moment I decided to leave the family business behind and make a new name for myself as an adventurer.

          I don’t think anyone is ever prepared for the life.  I yearned for affection, power, but most of all recognition.  I believe that is why Nathan affected me so much back then.  He reminded me once more how insignificant I was, how minuscule my existence was to beings such as him and in my weakness, I acted on both fear and hate.  An action that defined me as to who I am now and who I never want to be again.

          I’ve endured many trials through those times and have no doubt that I paid for my crimes.  Fear and hate lead to cruelty and deception and I must take accountability for my role.  While others are to blame for their own actions, actions that served only pettiness and hate and justified via sheer ignorance.  They will have what comes to them, but I tire of attempting to exact justice myself, it is not my business.  I have no desire to neither govern nor abide by any borders; I would assist those in need if I could.  Is that not within our base design, what we all desire, but instead we are lead to fear and hate, governed by the greed and lust that poisons our character.

          As these thoughts progress do I realize that no longer must I give in to the trepidation of worth that allows brutes to despise and enslave me.  To continue living in turmoil, giving to those who use me to fulfill but only their own egos and ambitions, discarding me like an injured horse once my usefulness has expired.  No more! I will make a stand! I will stand up for myself and for the freedom I so longed for, and this dream will not just stop with me.  All living beings deserve to be free from fear and hate, to not be ruled by those who capitalize at moments of fragility.  All beings have a soul do they not, a will of their own, well I say let them use it.  If hate or fear rules one’s mind then I will free it with death and I will continue fighting until those who fomented atone.  Everyone should have a chance to reconsider, to seek penance; or otherwise deny my redemption.  I am neither judge nor jury, such things are elements of a sovereign world, managed by tyrants who form these illusions of right and wrong as if they are the adjudicators.  I say let me choose what is right, let all people choose!

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Affiliates: Untried and Established
« Reply #2 on: April 18, 2017, 07:31:13 pm »
Affiliates: Untried and Established

             With her book open, Lia sits contemplating on an all too familiar log, now imprinted with her signature butt groove.  Her continued exposure to this reminiscent lifestyle presents itself prominently upon her.  She no longer looks battered or bruised and the aforementioned humility can still be seen on her face and hair, but now the materials she exhibits are of some of the finest linens.  Demonstrating fine silks and velvets intricately stitched with silver threads might have the generic onlooker perceive her differently as was months ago with her old sailing garb.  One must also not forget the jewelry and fine weaponry now displayed on her person; if not for the fact that her wardrobe was tailored for both comfort and practicality, and that she still does not exhibit any make-up combined with a lacking desire to correct her disheveled hair, one might have expected her to be a prude (such as things once were so long ago).

            Looking completely relaxed to the untrained eye, a more cognizant observer might notice an undeniable readiness in her posture.  While peering within the turning pages she carries a derisive smile coupled with a deceivingly inviting demeanor.  When reaching the first blank page of her sizable book, she gracefully handles her quill and observes the sky in thoughtful reflection before writing.

            As to be expected, that first run in with Daniel would not be my last.  Through a variety forest trampling, dungeon delves, and

            She pauses briefly with a wry expression.

            trap triggerings, I learned that he comes from a rather large family of adventurers and traders who began a sort of adventuring outfitters guild called Angels.  The irony of this chance meeting delves even deeper when I met the Guild’s head (at least I believe she is at its head), who was no other than Ferrit Pandorn herself.  A face from the past whom I assisted considerably when she was young in experience and now proposes, essentially, a 180 of that same position.  Her prowess on our expedition showed more than a simple proposition of changing roles, to be honest.  She recognized me as should be expected, she did live with me after all and at the time I was the aloof one.  Still, it took long enough to have me wonder how the rumors of my death became exposed as fallacy to my enemies.

           Perhaps it is my pride that had me refuse her offer for room and board as I had once provided her.  This log and the dirt are getting no more comfortable and I’m growing weary of the act of soliciting for a bed.  I’m also finding it harder to both work and profit at my trade with such little room to store the required materials.  An intelligent person would take her offer and yet here I sit uncomfortably as I reminisce on the friends I’ve made.


           Lia then stares at the fire in contemplation, gently caressing the scar on her neck.

           I should apply that word with greater care, or more appropriately, choose those whom it applies with serious prudence.  I now know what I am capable of in fulfilling my damaged perspectives and so much harm came simply by letting others in.

           She briskly moves to the next paragraph, perhaps to leave behind the thoughts she just noted.

           So it turns out Ferrit is Daniel’s mother or is it, mother-in-law?  I guess it must be the latter as I am sure I would have met him as a child, but I was aloof.  I learned that he has a son whom I met not through Daniel, but on another adventure.  Charlie is his name and with a personality that readily challenges the incisive wit within me.  I honestly take pleasure in our bouts and I hope he is dignified enough in character to find amusement in them as well.  In spite of his talk about a Delair priestess who has made him swoon, I can’t help but speculate that he fancies me only to have his desire at a crossroads in reference to our respective species.  If I didn’t know better I would assume he was Aeridinite the way he talks.

           Snickering, she thinks, ‘His loss and it only adds fuel to our much-anticipated debates.’

           He is skilled in combat though and I find myself watching him scrupulously to learn from his art; when I’m not blasting him along with our opponents with fireballs.  I should really talk to him about this arson lust that leads to desiring the fire’s touch upon his person.  On many accounts, this reminds me of another whose proposed aid was challenging to my ego.  Going by Sibbicai, this Archmage, who also delights in flame, helped me traverse well-guarded territory for supplies and errands.  What startled me, however, was his proposal to tutor me in the arcane.  I kept face, but could not help but think the audacity to think of me a mere apprentice.  It was a few days later that I realized I was the haughty one.  His instructions would be a nice refresher and would possibly help me repopulate my spellbook, but in my experiences, such things can come with a price.  What are his motivations to train me?  What does he expect of me as a wizard?  I’ve been well established long before he started to read and so he might find himself disappointed with certain expectations not being met if his instructions are more subjective than the intricacies of Al’noth.

         Another powerful and quite intelligent, if not extraordinary, wizard I’ve grown accustomed to is Armand.  A human who refers to himself as a Gnuman, a gnomish half-human experiment?  This is quite possible given the fickle nature of gnomes as well as their general mastery of Al’noth and other scientific ventures.  Witnessing this spectacle leads me to desire to learn their tongue and I believe I could trick Armand to help me free of charge as well.  While I did say intelligent, I never meant in social occurrences.  He is incredibly naïve and distrait, misconstruing most conversations; an unfortunate affair for him as he is quite handsome otherwise.

         Through a


         Another pause leaves a more bewildered expression on her face before continuing.

         unique experience with Armand I ran into another old acquaintance from long ago.  Connor Garvall.. Garvail… Garvel??  Conner!  A sorcerer of old who joined with me in the Arcane Alliance when it was first formed.  Back then I found him to be calculating and level-headed; odd traits for a sorcerer and yet perfect for one of his capabilities.  I would guess him to be a formidable force now if my prior observations are correct, which they appear to be with exception to an impressive capacity toward impassive humor.  Unless he is actually serious?

         Lia looks up briefly with a wide grin, excitedly finishing her calligraphy.

         Humour, the euphoria to my heart and being and yet a feature so wrongfully removed and replaced with a heart of stone and bile.  I also met a Halfling of old who presents herself as Chimes, likely in the portrayal of the bells on her person.  I later learned her name was actually Acacea a name I recognize, but vaguely.  Still, she reminds me of Ozy, but friendlier and as expected, with humor.  Perhaps my draw to her is the wealth of knowledge she possesses.  Indeed, as much as the bard of old, I believe I will come to her often for advice and rumination, but most of all, she laughs at my attempts of humor.  It is comforting to know that after all the trauma both transmitted and received, the cruelty and dreary nature of this profession, and the persistent issues of my being that continue to haunt me this very day.  Someone can still laugh at my minor quips.

         Lia then closes her book and stands on that final thought of jubilation.  Holding her book close to chest she leaves the area with a gleaming expression on her face.
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Re: A New Beginning - Lia Di'Makiir
« Reply #3 on: January 24, 2021, 03:32:53 pm »
Never Forget

          Lia spends an atypical amount of time staring at an unused book at her desk while lying comfortably on her bed, wrapped in a bearskin blanket.  This day is no different than any other for the past year except now she stares at her journal, wondering.  Finally, after losing (or perhaps winning?) what might have been the most bizarre internal debate of her life, she gets up and sashays to her journal as if the cogitation never took place.  Sitting on her chair she reads the journal for a few moments before grabbing her quill and begins to write.

                      Never forget.

          How long has it been since I resumed my passage onto the precipice of life?  Yet now I squander, lifeless, waiting for something to happen.  I shouldn't have taken Ferrit's offer for room and board; but as an alchemist, I needed space for my work.  Now comfort has reduced a once noble siren into this lackadaisical vessel. 

          This is why I must never forget.  The Black Wizards learned the fallacies of my alleged murder; the slaughter of my crew resulting from my enemy's pursuant attempt to conclude my story.  I then vowed to regain what I lost and repay them in kind, yet here I lay.


          Lost in her thoughts she sits as if petrified.  She continues writing slowly, building momentum as she goes.

          It is not denying myself vengeance that upsets me, nor the death of those men.  In truth I’ve come to recognize that as the passages of time elapse, I care little for the lives that were lost that day.  It all really comes down to the very first conversation I had when I started my career as an adventurer, when Quintayne and I conferred our ideals long ago at the Wild Surge Inn.  Yes, I’ve grown so much since then, but deep down those desires remain as they always have.  The very core of who and why I am, my ambition for power.  My desire to be one of the most powerful of wizards, an Enchantress so captivating that I am coveted for my many traits.  To become a leader of many, desired by the elite, noble in station, and feared by my enemies.

          That is why I must never forget who I am!  I’m an adventurer because I have yet to fulfill my destiny.  My tactics might have changed, but my motivations have never wavered.  The Black Wizards instilled fear into me because my path no longer aligned with theirs.  If I was to leave them then I was to die, therefore I had to die, temporarily, then hide so I may live.  Denying me the very reason I choose life. 

          I don’t seek revenge, I don’t seek their mercy either.  If anything, I will gain their respect.  Why?  Because they WILL FEAR ME!

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Re: A New Beginning - Lia Di'Makiir
« Reply #4 on: July 26, 2023, 07:41:29 am »
Momentum
          Relaxing in her corner of the Saddlebag Pawnshop, Lia opens a familiar bound book and begins to write.

          In this recent entry, I once again delve into the captivating concepts of destiny and ambition but let us not dwell solely on ethereal musings. Instead, let us revel in the tangible achievements that lie ahead. Mere dreams are pleasant companions, but the true measure of my brilliance lies in my ability to craft a formidable plan that transforms fantasies into reality. Within these pages, my grand aspirations shall find form and flourish like the most enchanting spells.

          Foremost among my objectives is the acquisition of a distinguished title within a Kingdom – that of a Lady who commands not just beautiful lands, but also the hearts and minds of its people and military.  Oh, dear reader, you must understand that I am no ordinary soul. With breathtaking beauty, an intellect unmatched as a wizard, and now refining skill with the sword, I have become a wondrous fusion of talents. I once served the merchant marine, and once again I embark upon the thrilling path of an intrepid adventurer, amassing wealth and acquiring combat expertise. Such endeavors shall surely pave the way for me to lead a formidable army or perhaps even a navy.

          Indeed, some may argue that marrying a nobleman could be an expedient means to secure nobility, but I cannot be content with such mediocrity. To bind myself to someone else's rule would be an insipid endeavor, stifling my ambitions and curbing my potential. Alas, it is an option I must consider, but I shall tread with caution.

          To further my goals, whether through matrimony or other means, I have ventured forth and joined the esteemed Saddlebag Pawnshop – a bastion of prosperity, catering to the needs of daring adventurers. This affiliation shall serve as a stepping stone to amass the wealth required for my ambitions. Moreover, I shall utilize the resources at the Saddlebag to hone my alchemical skills.

          Also, a stroke of fortune smiled upon me during a quest, gifting me a flask of raw magic in liquid form. This potent magic, when harnessed correctly, could bestow immense power upon me. The ingenious Tinks created a marvelous device that converted magical energy into liquid, but alas, it is lost forever. Still, this precious sample in my possession beckons me to meticulously research and study it. With time, my prowess in the arcane arts and alchemy shall mature, and I shall transform the remaining contents of the vial into a spell focus of unparalleled potency. A rapier infused with magic, a gem radiating arcane energies, or perhaps a set of intricate runes etched onto my very being – the possibilities are endless. Such an accomplishment could earn me not only the counsel of kingdoms as a magical advisor but even trepidation from the fearsome Black Wizards. However, I must remember that true power knows no shortcuts, and I must be wise and cautious in my every move.

          Another alluring option beckons: the establishment of a formidable navy that would captivate the covetous desires of a kingdom. My gaze rests upon the enchanting island of Vanavar, where Miranda's own endeavors inspire admiration. A plutocracy, I dare say, offers the perfect means to rise from obscurity. The island's desperate need for a navy harmonizes with my expertise in shipmanship. Moreover, the brilliant mind of Tinks could prove invaluable in engineering revolutionary vessels, unrivaled in all of Layonara. To add to my advantage, Angelica owes me a considerable favor for dispatching the nuisance named Corso on her behalf.

          Indeed, this is but the beginning of my extraordinary journey. Time unfurls like an intricate tapestry, inviting me to seize every opportunity and weave my destiny into a glorious tale. I am destined for greatness, and soon, the world shall bear witness to the magnificent rise of my name.
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Re: A New Beginning - Lia Di'Makiir
« Reply #5 on: May 30, 2024, 10:41:30 pm »
A Dance of Friendship and Aspiration

After a hard day's work at the Saddlebag, Lia sits at her desk, her gaze fixed on a flask containing a peculiar liquid. Snapping out of her trance, she pulls out her bound journal and begins to write.

Ah, how the tides of time ebb and flow, weaving new faces into the intricate tapestry of my life. In these recent moons, I have had the luxury of spending time with three intriguing souls whose company I find surprisingly delightful.

First among these is Charlee, a warrior of remarkable prowess. Despite her self-deprecating remarks about her simplicity, she reveals herself to be clever and capable. Her strength and prowess are matched only by her refreshing candor. In combat, her movements are a dance, each strike a graceful step that I find both mesmerizing and instructive. While I may never match her raw strength, I study her fluidity and rhythm to refine my own skill with the sword. Our partnership has become something I look forward to, not only for her companionship but because, as a duo, she challenges me, pushing me to elevate my abilities and adapt to new strategies.

Then, there is the inseparable duo – Hank and Tipsy Oak. While Hank’s unwavering faith constrains his full potential, it makes him predictable and comforting to be around. True power must stem from oneself, not from an entity that demands unwavering loyalty and often much sacrifice—a lesson I learned long ago. Still, he is very kind and helpful, traits I believe are genuine to the individual and not necessarily because their god demands it. Tipsy Oak seems to be a closed book of sorts, but he has a good sense of humor that keeps me engaged. I once inquired why he chose such a peculiar name, to which he responded with nothing more than a roll of his eyes. One day, I hope to extract that story from him; I deserve as much after being grandiosely dubbed "Ghoul Face" by the pair. Our conversations, often light-hearted and filled with jests, sometimes take a turn towards the bizarre, such as the story that cropped up while hunting for the pirate keys and our speculations that the Captain is a lich and perhaps the lass his—lover? This conversation, of course, is never to be repeated, but we can never seem to help ourselves.

Despite the enjoyment I derive from all their company, I remain wary of forging close bonds. I still bear the scars of past betrayals that serve as a stark reminder of the treachery that often lies beneath a facade of camaraderie. Thus, I tread cautiously, masking my true ambitions and, I admit, arrogance behind a veneer of geniality and charm. My yearning desire for revenge is confined to these pages, for in a world where only the appearance of goodness is rewarded, revealing my darker inclinations could prove fatal. I navigate this treacherous landscape with prudence, allowing only these pages to glimpse the full spectrum of my inner world.

Speaking of ambitions, I recently realized the need to diversify my skills. Returning to my roots as an enchantress, I have been employing spells of manipulation, yet I recognize the necessity of mastering non-magical approaches to influence if I am to secure a noble title. Additionally, my lack of expertise in illusions has become a glaring weakness. This shortcoming must be addressed, for the art of illusion is a potent tool that I can no longer afford to neglect. Circumventing this deficiency will require careful planning and diligent study, but in what, I know not.

In the end, my journey is one of constant evolution and adaptation. With each new encounter and challenge, I refine my abilities and expand my repertoire. The friendships I cultivate, though genuine, are tempered by the lessons of the past. It is my own wits and wisdom that shall guide me to the greatness I am destined to achieve. Time unfurls like an intricate tapestry, inviting me to seize every opportunity and weave my destiny into a glorious tale. The world shall soon bear witness to the magnificent rise of my name.
 
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Re: A New Beginning - Lia Di'Makiir
« Reply #6 on: June 24, 2024, 05:37:15 pm »
Burning Destiny: Chronicles from the Desert Kingdom

Taking up residence in a personal tent in Audira, Lia quickly writes in her journal.

Ah, the ever-tumultuous tides of fate have once again woven new threads into the intricate tapestry of my life. Today, I pen these words with a blend of pride and reflection, following a most exhilarating and humbling adventure.

The desert Kingdom of Sedera found itself in dire need. An army of fiery creatures, numbering a daunting 10,000, emerged from the desert, their blazing eyes set upon the capital city of Audira. The kingdom's call for aid echoed far and wide, yet the allies would not arrive in time. So a call for the Stonebound was made, our task, stall the infernal horde long enough for reinforcements to reach the city.

Among the valiant souls who answered this desperate plea were Gum, Van, Gorm, Talia, and a new face known simply as Red. Each of these adventurers clearly surpassed me in skill and power, and a moment of doubt clouded my mind—what could I possibly offer in such esteemed company? Yet, as it turned out, my innovation allowed us to harness our diverse abilities in a unified manner, proving essential to our success. Despite a few hiccups, including my ignominious fall in the second battle—an incident that still singes my ego—our combined efforts bore fruit.

Speaking of wounded pride, Red, a wizard of immense power, persistently referred to me as "child." Each utterance was a blow to my ego. I, who once bore the title of headmaster of the wizards' school in Port Hampstead, who played a crucial role in the defeat of Sinthar Bloodstone, the former wielder of Cadimus the demon slayer, and much more that I dare not divulge here, all contribute to my identity in ways that should prevent me from being seen as a mere novice.


She sighs and her posture calms before she continues to write.

Those days are behind me. Much of my power had waned in retirement and in its place, I have gained wisdom and a greater sense of self and purpose. One day, I shall surpass my former self, but to do so, I must keep my ego in check. Still, I found joy in the camaraderie of my companions, particularly with Talia, whose presence I found most delightful. Our flirtations added a spark of levity to the grim task at hand.

Regarding the task at hand, the fire creatures appeared relentless, their origins shrouded in mystery. I suspect they hail from the Primal Plane of Fire, a riddle we might soon solve. The Prince disclosed that the Sandseers detected a magical aura in the desert that could offer us answers. Red, however, contests this theory, believing they may be from the infernal pits, and even Xandrial's name was mentioned by the Prince. I fervently hope it remains mere speculation, for if only they knew of my ties to Xandrial...


She pauses, nearly still and emotionless.  She takes a deep breath and writes.

The sacrifices… Could I still be bound through those rituals? If the gods have mercy, then sever this connection and rid me of that demon's influence once and for all.

She attempts to hide that last bit with scribbling then carries on with her journal.

It will take time to prepare for this trek; however, so for now, I shall seize this opportunity to further my ambitions.  I believe that the Prince of Sedera, though far beyond my aspirations of marriage, took notice of our efforts. His admiration could prove advantageous in gaining prestige and respect, not only in his lands but also among the allies who have come to aid. If I'm to become a Lady, I would need to earn the respect of my potential soldiers. It is a shame that Vanavar has not come to Sedera's aid. One would think that Miranda and those plutocrats she keeps in line would see the value in aiding a trade partner. Still, the kingdoms of Boyer, Rael, Succession, Trelenia, and Brelin have answered the call to arms.

Trelenia and Brelin are home to many adventurers and upstarts like myself. Many of my adventures began in those regions, and I currently live and dwell there. The prospect of becoming a Lady in these lands is nice due to their familiarity and the presence of kindred spirits, but it also feels somewhat dull. They don't seem to engage in the intricate political games that nobles tend to play, which I find intriguing. Except, perhaps, Frontier Fort, which remains wild and untamed. If any of these soldiers hail from or near Frontier Fort, I might seize the opportunity to tame it and claim the title of its governor.

The Boyer Kingdom could be promising; perhaps I could become the Burgomeister of the region that harbors North Point. I believe the North is less controlled by High Boyer Ivar, allowing me more freedom to run the area as I please. However, aside from the border issues with Tilmar, I don’t see much potential to engage with their politics either. Additionally, "Burgomeister Di'Makiir" doesn't quite roll off the tongue. It may be a trivial reason, but I would like to hear my title with a sense of pride.

I refuse to be a Lady in the wretched, backwater, narrow-minded lands where magic and progress are condemned. Rael is a tyranny that hides its oppression behind a facade of benevolence.  Magic is a natural part of our world, studied by some and coming naturally to others. To single out and brand those people as evil is to reveal one’s own questionable morals.

Succession carries the same laws, and while I despise them for it, I can't help but believe it has something to do with their neighboring kingdom of Rael. Rumors of Rael's forces moving freely in Succession and Succession's laws mirroring Rael's soon after abound. Some nobles are reportedly not fond of these developments but hold their tongues.

If I join one of the many mercenary companies from Succession, I might learn more about this situation. If the rumors are true, helping free Succession from Rael's tyranny would be a true challenge, one that could keep me entertained and might help me gain a title. Magic and those who use it could roam freely in these lands, teetering on the edge of war, hoping diplomacy would prevent conflict. But with the trust and loyalty of mercenaries and other forces, I would gladly help Succession make Rael regret its attempts to oppress land it has no right to claim.

However, I have long dreamed of helping Miranda keep her plutocrats in line, gaining wealth and prestige in the process, and helping Mirikel become a kingdom worthy of recognition. As a new Queen, she might honor me with a title due to my support. With that title, I could share my wealth and help those working the lands I acquire flourish. Mercenaries are not loyal to any kingdom, so perhaps after aiding them here, they might join me in Vanavar if that is the path I still choose.

Options have opened for me, but for now, I must simply seize the opportunity and see where it takes me. I must also not forget that in time, I owe the Black Wizards a visit to remind them what it means to cross me.