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Title: Gifts of the Lord Protector
Post by: cbnicholson on February 01, 2010, 04:17:00 pm
//Approved character submission. 8/21/08
Character: Daniel Benjamin Poetr
Age: 18
Gender: Male
Class: Cleric
Race: Human
Alignment: Lawful Neutral
Deity: Rofirein
Domains: Strength Knowledge

Biography:

The son of a common thief turned merchant, Benjamin Poetr and paladin of Rofirein, Tariana; Daniel Benjamin's story begins with his birth in a small
house in Haven. His ties with the All Seeing did not manifest themselves until mischance had his father injured during a journey to Alindor.

Daniel Benjamin's plea was a simple one of healing for his father's injured leg and when it was answered and his father healed, it caused an estrangement to occur between them. Shortly thereafter his mother, Tariana, favored of the Lord Protector, fell while in service and his father sent him to live in the Temple at Vehl. Both of these events caused bitterness within him and to cope Daniel Benjamin sought comfort in the pursuit of knowledge taken from the instructors and lore books of the temple.

In time, Daniel Benjamin and his father worked through their differences, yet the elder chose to ignore his son most of the time in pursuit of his business ties for the Angels Guild of Hempstead.

Daniel Benjamin's primary instructors were the scribes and Knights that both live and visit the temple frequently. His favorite instructor, Serissa Windword, encouraged him to pursue the duties under Rofirein Law as judge; which he pursued with a single minded determination that impressed even the unflappable Justicar Windword. The other, Jennara Creekskipper, simply encouraged him to follow the path that the Lord Protector would reveal to him once outside the temple. Finally, his namesake and uncle, Daniel Poetr, asked that he follow his heart.

A quiet, scholarly, type, Daniel Benjamin finds solace in the ancient texts of temple law and in quiet prayer. His views are strictly in line with that of the temple and doctrine of the All Seeing mainly due to his being raised from the age of 11 in that setting. The Temple in Vehl seemed more a home to him than the place of his birth.




1. I have read the lore pages in regard to Rofirein and agree to role-play him accordingly.
2. To him, the world should be an ordered place wherein all follow the just laws of his Lord Protector. Crimes deserve punishment under the fullest extent of the law after the truth is ascertained.
3. Daniel Benjamin Poetr will use the standard armors, heavy shield, and bastard sword favored by the Rofirein clergy.//


Freas, Febra 27, 1437
Page 1.

My first entry in this newly bound book of oak parchments provided by Reus, himself. What shall I write of? Shall I expound on the virtues of service, the pursuit of justice found in the edicts of the church or do as my uncle Daniel instructs and write of the heart?

His is a simple faith, my dear uncle and namesake, yet it has brought him both great pain and great joy. Sister Serissa encourages me to enter the ranks of the Justicars, since my studies have me dwell deeply into Church Law. I find this appealing, yet remember the wise words of Justicar Reus - One must listen in order to be heard. To this end, I have taken a vow of silence for my last year as initiate and only communicate with simple hand gestures and the occasional note. My duties for the last few years have been transcription of ancient texts to common speech and record keeping, in which there has been much since the new construction the Temple of Corsain.

Knight - Captain Jennara visits me often as well, and I treasure our time together. Her simple speech and mannerisms hide a strength, which belies her small stature.
She and Sister Serissa both inspire my studies further and I wish to do them both credit with my own service.

This year is quickly ending; however, and on the holiest of holies, Ausir Shining - When the Gold's Eye looks brightest upon all of Layonara, I shall assume the mantle of full priest shortly after my eighteenth summer. I pray to the Great Golden one, that my Uncle and Father will both attend. I feel the presence of my mother, Tariana, close as always here in the temple, so at least one of mine parents shall see my initiate years completed.

[SIZE=16]Grant me your wisdom, All-Seeing, so that I may see men's hearts and minds and know their true purpose as to best judge them according to your holy law.[/SIZE]

Daniel Benjamin Poetr, Initiate
Temple of the Lord Protector, Vehl, Mistone.

Sunra, Mar 8, 1448
Pages 3-8

Eleven years have passed and yet I still struggle with my purpose. Perhaps this is the choice all followers of the Gold must make or perhaps I am cursed by the blood of my father. My views have tempered of late with my travels. I have listened to the people and found myself understanding more. I have made my home in the safe confines of the Vehl temple, but venture forth from time to time with my older cousin, Aylana Pandorn.

Her voice inspires all who hear it, yet I am troubled by her chaotic tendencies and open brazenness. She is worldly in ways I can never be, yet a more compassionate woman I have yet to find. The other day while we campaigned against the foul goblins near Hlint, she befriended an Orc.

I was suspicious at first, but upon closer scrutiny and interaction, I found this Orc, a Rak by name, to be of honorable and fairly well read temperament. He was quite old, older than father in fact and remembers much of the history of the lands.

 


My point in writing all this that I am still growing in wisdom, the Gold be praised.

Daniel Benjamin Poetr,
Servant of The Great Dragon
Vehl, Mistone.

Sunra, Jenra 8, 1450
Pages 10-13

I have been given leave by the office of High Warden of the Principium in High Justiciar Ordolf Wolvinstar name to investigate further the involvement of one Storold Doesscha in the events that led to the tidal wave that killed thousands in Leringard and Mariners Hold. As Razeriem the Elf's testimony was scant to say the least, filled with more hearsay than fact, a full recounting by Mister Storold Doesscha is prescribed. I have attempted to meet the man casually, but fate has not lent its hand to the endeavor and I may have to resort to a formal letter of introduction and inquiry as to when we may meet to resolve this matter. The office of Imperium made it very clear that intent is key in this case and it falls upon me to discern if the tragedy was spawned of carelessness or some malicious intent. It saddens me to think that the later could be possible, but per my oaths I must remain objective.

In lighter events and one that gladdens my heart, Sister Amireana and friend Amgine have asked for me to officiate their union under the All Seeing's watchful eye. There remains a small matter of a ring for Amgine, but I am sure the Lord Protector will provide. I have given much thought as to the words of binding and hope to reuse several conceptions that Sister Mylindra used many years ago at a similar ceremony.

[SIZE=16]May the Lord Protector grant me his wisdom in pursuit of his law[/SIZE]

Daniel Benjamin Poetr, Priest
Rofireins Temple
Vehl, Mistone

Freas, Febra 27, 1450
Pages 16-18

I have the required testimony from Storold Doesscha in the form of a letter and collaboration from Sala Stonehill. While quite upset with me personally for bringing the matter up, Missus Sala did say that an inquiry by the Lucindite Church was convened and that the case is considered closed by her church. I was also privy to the knowledge that Storold himself felt great remorse and him and his merchant guild, the Ravens, spent thousands in true helping the displaced and injured persons of Mariners Hold. Storold's letter was terse and corrected me on a false bit of information. It was a dragon who attacked Leringard wreaking destruction, not a tidal wave. The tidal wave struck Mariners Hold.

As a personal matter, after swearing I would investigate the Elf, Razeriem's accusations against Mister Storold, I know wish I had let the matter drop as I have found no substance for a malicious intent in any of my interviews other than Razeriem's. In short, I believe Razeriem to be nothing more than a person with some manner of personal grudge.

[SIZE=16]Great Dragon, grant me your strength to see Justice served[/SIZE]

Daniel Benjamin Poetr, Servant of the Gold
Vehl, Mistone.

Sunra, Jenra 1, 1459
Pages 19-22

Some nine years have passed and I spend most of them in the solitude of the Temple in Vehl. Still, I ventured forth when needed and have made friendships with various personages. Oddly enough, they are mostly Elven and one in particular, Alazira, a priest of Illsare has affected my thoughts on the matter of the law versus love. I find myself embracing a less stern philosophy and belief in my faith. I now believe what Uncle Daniel spoke to me ere he passed. The Gold created order for love of the creation, not for love of order itself. I will seek entry into the Knights in his honor. May the Lord Protector bless my efforts.

As for my investigation of Storold, it rests now as a full acquittal, his actions were foolish, but his intent was pure and without malice. I, for one, am glad of these findings.

Daniel Benjamin Poetr, Priest in service to Rofirein
Temple of the Lord Protector, Vehl, Mistone.

Copies of loose letters sent to Commander Jennara Creekskipper and Sir Breton Parth, Divisional Commander, Knight of the Wyrm. Also replies.

Commander,

After several travels with new friends and much prayer and soul searching I wish to ask for your sponsorship to join the Knights of the Wyrm. My reasons are two-fold. First, I feel my service to the Lord Protector requires more than my simple duties here at the Temple and second, your service and other friends have inspired me to travel the lands doing the Great Dragon's will.

I am also intimately familiar with the Knight's Code as my namesake was want to repeat it to me many times. I repeat them here by rote:

[SIZE=16]By the Insight of your wisdom we seek the best ways to observe the law.
By the Strength of your love as a shield we protect the innocent.
By the Might of your will we drive back those who seek to overthrow justice
By the Light of your soul we bring light into the darkness, law and order to chaos.
Our Duty to serve in fairness and integrity.
Our duty to serve through good judgment and generosity.
Our duty to serve through faith and true Justice
Our Duty to serve as champions of law and order against injustice and evil
Our steadfastness, our hearts and our souls are with you Great Dragon.
Into the light of your love for the people of this world we step, to follow the path you set by your Will.
To bring Law, impartial judgment and order to the world. [/SIZE]


Such words are written upon my heart, Commander, I leave it to your judgment if I am worthy to wear the mantle as well. May Rofirein grant you his insight and wisdom in this matter. If it pleases you and you are willing, This letter may be used as my official request of entry into the Knighthood.

Yours in Service to the Lord Protector
Daniel Benjamin Poetr, Priest
Vehl, Mistone.

*Jennara passes the letter along to Sir Breten Parth for consideration, then sends a letter in return to Daniel Benjamin.*

To Protector Daniel Benjamin Poetr, Greetings from Section Commander Jennara Creekskipper.

I am pleased at your interest in joining the ranks of the Knights of the Wyrm. We are too few, and your service would be appreciated. It is not my place to judge you worthy or not, though. The Lord Protector will guide you, and He will see your heart during the testing.

I have submitted your letter to Divisional Commander Parth. He should send word regarding the next ceremony that you may attend and be tested.

May the Light of the Lord Protector illuminate your path,

Knight of the Wyrm Section Commander Jennara Creekskipper
Heart of the Dragon

Daniel pens a brief letter of inquiry to Sir Breton Parth,

Divisional Commander Parth,

Greetings from Vehl Sir,

May the Lord Protector find you well and hale, sir. This letter is a follow up to another forwarded from myself through Commander Jennara. Might I inquire as to when and if another Knighting Ceremony is to be held and my eligibility thereof?

Earnest Regards,
Protector Daniel Benjamin Poetr
Applicant and Servant of Rofirein.
Vehl, Mistone.
Title: Re: Gifts of the Lord Protector
Post by: cbnicholson on February 16, 2010, 02:17:14 pm
Mulnari, Augra 2, 1461
pages 23- 25

Father has passed beyond the mortal realm.  Daniel pauses and reflects upon what he has heard and seen in the last few days.  Word reached my ears through my Toranite friends, but official word was delivered to the Angels' via a Toranite patrolman who found his body in the Dark Peaks.  I must confess I had a suspicion of his intent to go quietly as was his want when he asked me to review his will to ensure it was proper and legal. Sighs a little before continuing to pen his thoughts.  Cousin Aylana is distraught with her grief as expected.  I offered what succor I could, but truthfully I am conflicted in my feelings for the man who was my father in life.  It seems his neglect of me was not entirely in vain.  Many have expressed their condolences and I find myself reviewing my judgments against the man, Benjamin Poetr, if not the father.  

To this end, I gathered his precious spellbook and notes to myself and have been reviewing the tales and recollections he put forth in its in pages.  As I suspected, he was of base intentions until my mother graced his life and he became a member of the Angels' Guild.  After that he seems to have grown into a man of some code of conduct, if not entirely in actions and words, then in the way he lead and touched those that surrounded him.  

I will attempt to put some order to his notes and life after his friends say their farewells.  Sadly, the news of his death came within days of another fallen Angel, Sonya Darsus.  As Sonya wished for a celebration of her life at parting, father's wishes will be disavowed and his spirit will suffer through the polite words of grieving.  I myself feel little beyond a sense of loss for a man I barely knew and keep my thoughts foremost on the Lord Protector and my mothers guiding spirit which I feel in His Temple in Vehl.

Lord Protector, Cast your judgement of Benjamin Poetr with kindness as your all seeing eye spans the years of his life, look with discernment upon those that he has touched so that the scales of your justice balance.  If it should be his fate to reside beyond your taloned reach, send your calm spirit to those he leaves behind to protect them from the ravages of grief.


Daniel Benjamin Poetr, Protector
Vehl, Mistone.
Title: Re: Gifts of the Lord Protector
Post by: cbnicholson on February 22, 2010, 09:03:10 am
Threas, Novlar 5, 1461
pages 27-29

Many events weight heavily on my mind.  First and foremost was the ceremony in which the Angels said their farewells to Sonya Darsus and my father.  It took all of my willpower not to weep openly at the displays of affection and sorrow I saw there and I was amazed at tokens left for both at the foot of pyre for Sonya.  Truly, both shall be missed terribly.  

I retired for some days after the ceremony to Vehl and not a week had past when I heard a familiar voice speaking outside the Temple.  I was astonished to see the likeness of my namesake's daughter, Melanna.  Missus Sala seemed to be preparing her for battle, but I approached and called out to her in the name I had heard some years ago, Jinny.  

Cousin Jinny seemed not to recognize me at first, which is understandable as she was a mere slip of a girl when last we saw each other.  After reintroductions, she seems to accept myself as a relative and Protector and we journeyed together.  She has grown into a strong yet beautiful young woman, steadfast in her faith in the Lady of Wonders, Lucinda.  She spoke of special orders within her church and I for one encourage her to seek out her heart's desire and pursue such a course.

Bella..Shy, sweet Bella.  I almost cursed my own flesh and cousin, Melanna, for boldly asking the question we had not broached yet.  "How long have we been together?"  I was both put in a tight spot and forced to consider my feelings for this slip of a girl and so I spoke of practical matters first stating we had traveled together for some three seasons adding that I was fond of Bella.  Inside, I was torn.  For what do I, a celibate priest, know of love?  Less than some street mouse it seems.  frowns and closes his journal after signing the entry.


Daniel Benjamin Poetr, Protector
Vehl, Mistone.
Title: Re: Gifts of the Lord Protector
Post by: cbnicholson on March 01, 2010, 09:08:28 am
Threas, Febra 26, 1462
pages 30-32

At this midpoint in my life of service I must make an assessment of my strengths.  In truth, it seems more of outlook is taken from my father than I first thought.  I find myself more and more leading patrols of adventurers in forays to the Dragon Isles, into the mountains past Brenuth, and even through the deserts of Dregar.  It is not something I wish for, but those around me seem to respond well to the orders and commands I give, moving with order and purpose.  Perhaps that is the gift father gave me, the gift of leadership. pauses and sets the quill aside thinking for a time, then writes simply I am Benjamin's son.

I recently helped a young Toranite, Miss Jillian.  She also is a roommate of mine at the Blackford Castle residence of the Lady Knight Daniella Stormhaven, also of Toran. Our task was one given by the Shining Hand.  A test I call it of Miss Jillian's resolve and faith.  She was charged with the removal of an 'undead trap', a warded ship that set to release a pocket of undead upon the coast of Mistone some miles from Hempstead.

Daniel writes in bold letters in the margins the following before continuing.

By the Strength of your love as a shield we protect the innocent.

After being opening the wards , we entered the ship and were successful, but with some loss of life.  Richard and a priest of Toran, Brethren Acilius Shadowbane, both fell in the battle but were called back.  Upon our return, Miss Jillian was transferred to the Order of the Shining Hand from the Order of the Longsword.  I left soon after the ceremonies and my congratulations to the now Lady Jillian.

Bella spoke the words openly - I will go anywhere with you, Mister Dan - Such an open statement of loyalty is to be rewarded with love and protection.  I do find her crude vulgarity off putting at times, but she seems so sincerely remorseful at my anger, that I find it hard to maintain my displeasure.  We spoke privately after a recent patrol and I hope to bake a splendid venison roast for a picnic soon.

Daniel Benjamin Poetr, Protector
Vehl Temple, Mistone.
Title: Re: Gifts of the Lord Protector
Post by: cbnicholson on March 04, 2010, 11:26:30 am
Mulnari, Apreal 16, 1462

pages 34-37

Daniel makes his way to the Vehl Arena where he is pleasantly surprised to find Bella practicing with her blades and some kind of suspended ropes.  Wearing only his robes, he creeps closer to where she is diligently dodging several ropes.  Mesmerized, he watches for a time seemingly unaware that he has in fact crept up on her unawares.  The movements of her lithe body hold him spellbound for a few minutes.  Deft twists and turns of her feet look to him more of a dance than defensive posturing.  

Realizing he has turned voyeur, He coughs politely to notify her of his presence.  Startled , she spins, one of the ropes touching her shoulder and she lets out a startled curse at the loss of concentration.  Daniel smiles and begins the conversation with a quiet hello. A short time later ...

She seemed so controlled yet graceful in her dance of blades, I could not help myself but stare.  Bella's face may be plain, but like many warriors, he beauty is in her movements.  Her scars overlooked as she weaves her feet and body, always seeming balanced.  Odd, that I failed to notice it before. shakes off his private musing, frowning at what he's just written.

Dragon forfend, but I confused her, the poor girl, with my talk of needing a sign from the Lord Protector as to the suitability of ourselves to each other.  Perhaps it is mere fancy, but I do wish to spend more time in her presence.  I find all she does rather adorable, especially the shy way she twists her toe into the ground whenever she is uncertain.  sighs softly Are such feelings real and enduring love or simply adoration and infatuation?  I must seek out Alazira or Cousin Lana and ask, I know so little of such things.  redips his quill into the nearby pot of ink

More patrols are what is needed I think.  The All Seeing will show me the correct path as I follow his will, Aye.

Daniel bows his head and whispers

Mother, grant me your insight from the Gold's realm, please.  Is Bella chosen for myself?

Not expecting an answer, but feeling the spirit of mother always close,  Daniel keeps his head bowed for some time before returning to his duties at the temple.

Daniel Benjamin Poetr, Protector
Vehl, Mistone
Title: Re: Gifts of the Lord Protector
Post by: cbnicholson on March 08, 2010, 11:37:39 am
Freas, Junar 20, 1462

pages 38-41

My sign came, not as I expected it, but from my cousin, Jinny.  She told me to close my eyes and picture Bella in my mind.  After some hesitancy, I did so.  Then Melanna told me to search my heart and to say how I felt.  I was amazed at the rush of emotions.  Feelings of protectiveness and tenderness.  Surely that is the sign the Lord Protector granted me for my heart has always been for him.  

Cousin Melanna told me a bit of wisdom as well.  She said that Bella has never known love, that is, no one has ever cared for her.  I have sternly schooled myself in patience in that regard.  Only with steadfastness can Bella be shown what love is and not frightened off.

My patience in another matter has paid off.  The Angels Guild has accepted me as a probationary member.  I care nothing for the profits, but do wish continue my father's work in helping the younger adventurers that grace the guild's store.  Also, these people are most of the family I have left in this world outside of Melanna.  I do not wish to lose them.

Daniel Benjamin Poetr, Protector
Hempstead, Mistone
Title: Re: Gifts of the Lord Protector
Post by: cbnicholson on March 11, 2010, 11:05:24 am
Mulnari, Augra 9, 1462

pages 42-47

Daniel is seen entering Vehl Temple, his features tired but happy.  He sets a heavy pack down inside his modest room there and goes to check on Charlie, first conversing with the Head of Novices.  Frowning, he makes his way to the Novice room where he finds Charlie engaged in a game.  Standing quietly just outside the door, he listens carefully.

"Listen here, Ralph, ya gotta follow the nut under the cup, its easy..jest watch it." Charlie carefully places an acorn under one of three cups and then begins to swap them back and forth on the stone floor, occasionally lifting one then the other as Ralph's eyes follow his movements. "Eh, what's that?" Charlie exclaims pointing to the door where Daniel stands and quickly lifts one cup hiding the acorn in his robes.  Ralph looks to the door then back to Charlie, now all smiles. "So, Ralphie, where's the nut?" Ralph picks the cup he's sure has the acorn under it and Charlie lifts it up revealing nothing but smooth stone. "Nope..ya loose again Ralphie boy.  That's another week of sweeping the main chapel floor ya owe me."

Ralph narrows his eyes at this proclamation then sighs, moving away to his own bedroll.  "I ain't playin yer game no more, Charlie.  I gots more work to do now than ever."  Daniel chooses the moment to cough and step loudly into the room, Charlie looks up with a guilty look, sweeping the cups under his bedroll.

"Novice Charlie, attend me here," Daniel says in a stern voice.  Charlie leaps to his feet and ambles over. "It seems young Charlie, you have enough time for games, then perhaps you need more duties.  The Mistress of Novices informs you have yet to master your tongue as well.  I believe the chamber pots of the elder priests are in need of emptying this week since Novice Amy has taken leave, See to it!" Daniel turns abruptly, leaving a somewhat stunned Charlie standing there.  After being certain that Daniel has left, Charlie sticks out his tongue at the now absent Priest then sighs.

"What rotten *cuss* luck, those pots stink!" Charlie exclaims to a now giggling Ralph.  "Aw shut it already, Ralphie boy, else ye'll find a frog in yer bed, I mean it!"

*****************************************

It seems my Bella has a heart, she asked me to take in an orphan from Krandor who's parents were killed in the Tsunami.  I did so gladly, but the lad has learned many bad habits from his time on the streets.  The Gold willing, he will be broken of them if he stays at the temple.  Then again perhaps not.  I do not know why the Dragon tests me so with such tasks, but if it is his will, then so be it.

Miss Tyra asked me recently to review a legal document proclaiming her the owner of a long neglected tower near Vehl.  I asked to review the document, but she insisted she trusts no one but herself to hold it.  It seems her claim to the tower is tied to this document and its loss means her claim is null.  Without the document or more information, my promise to help her in its revision is nearly worthless.  Perhaps with more time, she will see reason and let me at least make a copy of it.

Bella has been trying to master her tongue and even a bit more.  It seems a sister of faith here at the Temple gave her a dress which she wore ostensibly to impress myself.  While she did in fact look the lady in its wearing, that was not my intention when I asked her to be more ladylike.  Still, I do appreciate the effort. Daniel smiles then dips his quill in the inkwell and resumes writing

My work for the Angels goes slowly, I have spent some time there looking over operations and can find little to organize or do beyond gathering coal on my patrols.  Perhaps I should take up metal work to increase my knowledge of such things.

Daniel Benjamin Poetr, Protector
Vehl, Mistone.
Title: Re: Gifts of the Lord Protector
Post by: cbnicholson on March 22, 2010, 03:37:21 pm
Letter addressed to Novice Charlie, Rofirein's Temple, Vehl

Mulnari, Febra 9, 1463

Novice Charlie,

I have asked Bella Rouge for her hand in marriage and she has agreed conditionally on the grounds that I ask yourself first.  Since she feels you are her only family that would make you the oldest male of the house, I therefore  present my request to you formally in writing.  Do I have your permission to wed Bella? You may be happy to know that I have pressed Bella into formal legal adoption of yourself as well.  If you should approve you would of course fall under my surname and be adopted by the both of us.  

The Mistress of Novices tells me you progress satisfactorily with your studies despite the many disciplinary issues.  I should think that one frog in the daily soup would be enough, thank you, too many may even mask the turnips the Mistress of Cooks is fond of.  In any event, I have several more tasks planned for you if these reports of chicanery continue. It seems you still find time for foolishness despite your many chores.  May you walk in the Gold's light, lad.

Daniel Benjamin Poetr, Protector.
Hempstead, Mistone.
Title: Re: Gifts of the Lord Protector
Post by: Alatriel on March 22, 2010, 04:28:35 pm
Angels Guild
Port Hempstead
Mistone


Protector Daniel Benjamin Poetr,

I got your letter.  I thought about what it said, and what you meant by it.  I think I'll let you marry Bella, and even adopt me, but I got my conditions:

One, you better never hurt her or else. Got it?
Two, I don't eat peas.
Three, we don't ever move to *cuss word written then scribbled out* Krandor.
Four, when I get bigger, I get to go on adventures with you and not get left behind with stuffy old Sisters no more.

If you're okay with those, I'll try to remember you only like one frog in your soup and that you don't like turnips.

From,
Charlie
Title: Re: Gifts of the Lord Protector
Post by: cbnicholson on March 26, 2010, 11:47:36 am
Daniel reads the boy's response and chuckles softly.  Tucking the letter into his sheaf of papers, he pulls out a fresh sheet and dips his quill in ink.

Tunar, Apreal 10, 1463

I must confess the last few weeks have been a bit of blur, but I will try to convey the occurrences as best I am able.  First and foremost, I have asked Bella Rouge to be my wife.  To this end we have agreed to undergo counseling by Aesthir Stargazer, a brother of the faith, who hopefully will find Bella acceptable.  I say this because Brother Stargazer has insisted on delving deeply into Bella's feelings and past.  His questions make Bella nervous to the point where we were forced to cut our first session short so she could compose herself.  

Second, I have disciplined myself in regards to my duties with the Guild.  In short, I forced myself to gather materials and begin the long arduous process of mastering the arts of infusion and enchanting.  The basics of such trades I have mastered, but true knowledge and skill will be some time in coming.

Finally, the matter of Novice Charlie.  He has answered to the affirmative to my request for Bella's hand, but with stipulations of his own.  He will make a fine Justicar if he can but conquer his childish impulses of pranking.  It seems his target for placing frogs has switched from the stew pot to Girl Novice's dresses.  Shakes his head ruefully and continues writing. Bella asked if she would make a good mother.  After a bit of thought I said I thought she would.  I, myself, know that no formal instruction is required for such things, only that instinct and common sense be exercised in equal portion to the task.  Bella also insisted that I hug the lad, which by code of conduct I am forbidden to do as long as Charlie is a novice. I did promise her to treat the boy with more affection once he was no longer living on Temple grounds.

By the Strength of your love  as a shield we protect the innocent.

Daniel Benjamin Poetr, Protector
Hempstead, Mistone.
Title: Re: Gifts of the Lord Protector
Post by: cbnicholson on April 05, 2010, 11:48:08 am
Written in the flowing, neat script of a scribe on a scrap of parchment tucked into the journal

To Do List:

Work the latest batch of garnet and feldspar

Confirm plans with Daniella for trip to Haunjin

Purchase copper short sword for Charlie

Send word to Sala in case I do not return in time for the child's birth.
Title: Re: Gifts of the Lord Protector
Post by: cbnicholson on April 07, 2010, 10:50:32 am
Satari, Oclar 21, 1463

Bella is some six months with child.  It seems that gift of new life is not denied me as I thought.  Bella nearly accused me of lying when she discovered her pregnancy, but truth is, I was overjoyed.  It is a true miracle and gift of the Great Dragon.  With this fact in mind, I decided to accept Aylana's kind offer of accommodation at her home in Wayfare.  It is a bit snug with the six of us, but as time passes I can see Charlie enjoys having a bigger family and Bella has cousin Lana to speak to during my long absences.

One of these absences was to bear witness of corruption charges brought by Lady Daniella to the high clergy of Toran.  Lady Daniella has been charged with some great task in regards those charges and her former mentor, Anne Ravenwind declared an enemy of the church.  I have pledged my aid to her cause.  Lady Daniella spoke privately with the Auscultare,  Loran Kor, after her charges were witnessed by Richard, Lady Jillian, Mark, Aarcus, myself and even the legendary Quantum. She appeared quite shaken as if the weight of the world rested on her shoulders, but would not speak of her task to us, claiming a vow of silence on the matter.  I stand by her in the hopes that by doing so the Toranites may see the wisdom in once again calling upon the Lord Protector as ally and friend.

Our duty to serve through  good judgment and generosity.

Daniel Benjamin Poetr, Protector
Wayfare, Mistone.

Title: Re: Gifts of the Lord Protector
Post by: cbnicholson on April 16, 2010, 09:43:42 am
Mulnari, Mar 16, 1464

It is with great joy that I pen these words, our child, Rachel Tariana Poetr was born Febra 22.  When I gaze into her light blue eyes, I see the spirit of my mother, hence I named her so.  Bella has been acting a bit strange, it seems the ordeal of birth and the arrival of Rachel has affected her as it does most mothers, but I have faith she will come back to her normal self in time.  To be sure, the changes themselves are not bad, she is simply very protective of the child and rather moody.

Daniel cocks his head listening, making out a the cries of Rachel, he sets his quill aside and moves into the bedroom, leaving his journal unattended.


Title: Re: Gifts of the Lord Protector
Post by: cbnicholson on April 23, 2010, 01:06:25 pm
Daniel listens to the soft babbles and coos coming from Rachel's crib as his daughter greets the newly arriving day in her own fashion.  Smiling to himself, he shifts slightly to extract his limbs from Bella's, then emerges from the small bed and quickly dons a pristine white robe to ward off the morning chill.  Cocking his head to the side, Daniel continues to listen to his daughter's song and then sits quietly next to her crib, not wishing to disturb her.  Pulling his journal from under the crib, he begins writing using the new rays of the morning sun to see by.

Wedlar, Jular 11, 1464

Some five months have passed and yet my joy remains undiminished.  Rachel and Bella both are the source of this joy and I find myself longing to return to this home as never I have wished to return to the Temple in Vehl.  I have found contentment beyond the promises of the Lord Protector, or perhaps more accurately because of them.

My duty takes me to all part of Layonara in service to the Guild and in part to Lady Daniella.  It was upon a recent trip to aid a ragged boy that I felt the most profound sense of approval I have yet felt from the Lord Protector.  We were able to resolve a land dispute between the boy's family and their nearest neighbor and in doing so enrich both families' lives.  Shortly thereafter I received official word from the head of my order, The Golden Voice.  The missive instructed me that I was to continue my role as protector but to refrain from influencing Lady Daniela's course in any way.  I have passed this directive on to my brethren who have come to aid Lady Daniella. The first a hulking giant of man named, Justice, and the second, Brother Alassir.  May the Gold continue to shine his favor upon myself and them.

Our duty to serve through good judgment and generosity.

Daniel Benjamin Poetr, Protector
Wayfare, Mistone.

Daniel rises from the floor and scoops a delighted Rachel from her crib.  Checking her cloth diaper, he crawls back into the bed placing the child next to Bella after giving Bella  a tickle with his finger to the middle of her back. My dear, our little girl is hungry...
Title: Re: Gifts of the Lord Protector
Post by: cbnicholson on May 06, 2010, 03:50:18 pm
All is black, darker than a cloudy night with winds that howl and blot out all the normal night sounds.  Breathing heavily, I stumble down the path, briers and branches scratch at my hands and face, but something compels my feet forward.  A sense of profound dread rises inside my breast, a living terrifying fear as I break the treeline and behold the sight in front of me in the dim light of a dying fire. A trail of blood leads from the stair below and Bella lies unmoving, small spiders crawl over her person occasionally biting exposed skin. I call upon the Lord Protector in a harsh voice and his fury strikes them, flattens them to paste, but leaves her, my beloved, unharmed.  I am crying, something I rarely do as I check her life-signs and find the thready thump on her slender neck amongst the many scars some recent some quite old.  Hands shaking, I summon the healing essence inside me that is the Dragon and it pours forth in torrents so strong the area is blasted in white and gold radiance.  As she breathes, I note the armor she is wearing, a curious mix of spider silks in odd colors I have never seen her in before nor recall in her possession yet are strangely familiar. Before I can puzzle out the odd armor, a hairy leg the size of a small tree top cusps the lip of the cliff wall from below and I gasp in renewed fear as multifaceted eyes breach lip along with two foot fangs and mandibles. The eyes stare hungrily at the two of us as it advances.


Daniel snaps upright in his bed
, his white sleeping robes soaked in sweat, wiping his brow he casts his gaze about noting the long rays of morning's light and Rachel's soft cooing and half words.  "Just a dream, I think, praise the Gold, just a dream."
Title: Re: Gifts of the Lord Protector
Post by: cbnicholson on May 07, 2010, 11:56:53 am
Tunar, Febra 24, 1465

We celebrated Rachel's first birthday with pie, a cherry one I made on my own.  She giggled through most of it looking at the guests with open curiosity.  Cousin Melanna made her a cloth doll and Lana, Bria, Katlyn, and even Charlie sang happy birthday to her along with Bell and myself.  The boy does well for a young man of thirteen seasons.  I see in a glimmer of my father, yet tempered with the lessons I have shared with him.  A part of Bella remains somewhat distant from me and my dream , nay a nightmare, remains as well.  I suspect I am being told something, but always it lies beyond my ken to grasp its full meaning.

In my meditations I find myself wondering if I grow arrogant with the power of the Lord Dragon's blessings and the recurring nightmare is my warning.  My recent actions in Daniella's campaign angered the High Priest of Toran mightily and yet I did not question my own wisdom so certain was I in my righteousness.  In retrospect, I wish now I had handled the matter of the Toranite Priest, Alavin in a more diplomatic manner, but one cannot change the past.  Only grow from the experience and move forward.  



Our steadfastness, our hearts  and our souls are with you Great Dragon.

Daniel Benjamin Poetr, Protector
Title: Re: Gifts of the Lord Protector
Post by: cbnicholson on May 12, 2010, 01:27:59 pm
A very pensive and somewhat haggard Daniel greets Bella when she finally makes it home.  She can see he's been busy watching children, doing some cooking from the smells emanating from the cupboard, and a bit of gem work from the gem dust that rides lightly on his white robe.  Rachel reaches out her small arms for Bella as soon as she enters, "Mama, Mama!"  
He has a slightly dogged look in his eyes, "Bella, after we put the children to bed there is something I wish to talk to you about."
Bella smiles when she sees him and hugs the children tightly, then gives Daniel a kiss.  "Sure Dan."
Daniel kisses her back with feeling then smiles as well with a nod. "How went your visit this time? Have you any progress on the home?"
Bella scoops up Rachel in her arms and buries her face in Rachel's hair, eyes closed, and smelling her daughter, soaking up what she's lost over the last few weeks.  After a moment she looks at Daniel.  "Actually, I need yer help writin' up a proposal so's we ken present it to the merchant council o' Co'rys.  Ken ya help me with that?"
"Aye, I thought you had a rough draft of a letter already prepared? In any event I suggest you appeal to the council's sense of the pragmatic in the sense of the true they may save if the commoners are better cared for instead of downtrodden."  Daniel watches Bella's reaction to Rachel with a slightly curious air.  "Dear, you were only gone a couple of weeks, Are you alright?" His voice slightly puzzled at Bella's strong attachment reaction to Rachel.  "I have had an interesting experience with Charlie as well.  It seems the lad is stronger and quicker than we give him credit for." Daniel grins a bit as he finishes, his puzzlement dissipating with the telling of his own tale.  Lowering the shoulder of  his robe to reveal a pummel sized bruise just above his right hip, "Charlie did this in a sparring lesson, the Lad's quick!" he says with a touch of pride.
Bella looks at Daniel with a bit of shock. "Charlie did that?"
Daniel nods in reply, grinning, "He managed to get around my guard but for a moment and celebrated his small victory with a light punch with his pommel."
Bella moves towards him, still holding Rachel on her hip and gingerly touches the bruise.
Daniel winces at the light touch, "The worst of it I healed of course, but I left a bit to remind me to pay the lad a bit more respect."
Bella grins a bit.  "Or so ya don' ferget he's gettin' bigger an' stronger."
"Aye, consider it a lesson taken to heart, dear."  Daniel replies with a grin as he prepares a meal for the family, setting out a fresh pecan pie, a roast, and several loaves of fresh rye bread, along with a variety of mostly fresh fruits.  
Bella sets Rachel down, almost reluctantly mussing Charlie's hair as he comes barreling down the stairs already starting to dig into the food without waiting.  "I saw what ya done to yer Pa, Charlie."  She looks at him with a scolding expression as Charlie's chewing slows and he looks at her, then at Daniel, then back at Bella again.
"Ma... we was just sparring... Da knows better I swear!  It were a good point!  He weren' mad at me, you can't be mad at me for hurtin' him iffn he ain't!"  He looks less than sure of himself as he stares down with his mother.
Bella holds the gaze a moment more, then smiles, evident pride in her eyes.  "Naw, I ain' mad.  Glad ya ken keep yer Da on his toes.  He needs ta learn too mebbe."  She grins a bit and Charlie seems to visibly relax, resuming his chewing and grabbing for more food to pile on his plate.
Bella pulls some food apart quietly for Rachel and sits down next to her, taking some of the food into her own plate as well.
Daniel chuckles at the exchange and winks at Charlie's eating. "Like a horse you are, Charlie.  Slow down and save a bit for me!"
Charlie mumbles through mouthfuls, "Sorry Da"
After Dinner, Daniel spends some time listening to what Charlie and Bella both have to say, occasionally seeming troubled by some thoughts and eager to have some quiet time with Bella.  Charlie takes the hint and goes off to his room.  Rachel insists on cuddling with Bella until she falls asleep in Bella's lap.  Daniel offers to take the child to her bed.
"Naw, I'm a'righ' holdin' her.  What did ya need ta talk about?"
"A dream I have been having, nay a nightmare.  I spoke to Richard and Lana about it and they seem to think it best that I share it with you as well." He rubs his temples, and then continues.  "It may frighten the children." He looks back to Charlie's room then to her, his eyes slightly haunted.
Bella raises an eyebrow, but doesn't say anything, waiting for him to continue.
Daniel speaks quietly, occasionally checking Charlie's door. "It starts with myself running through an area we are both familiar with, Bella.  You know the one near the cave of spiders in Silkwood?  In any event, I find you just outside the cave, but you are sorely wounded and lying unconscious.  There are a few of the smaller spiders on you and I am able to drive them off and tend your wounds, It is then I notice your armor.  It is unlike anything I have seen you wear before but oddly familiar.  Odd eh? "
She listens to him, then smiles slightly.  "Dan... it's a dream.  What are ya afraid of?  That I'm gonna die?  I'm bound ta the stones.  We fight spiders alla time.  Yer worryin' too much bout a silly dream."
"Perhaps, but the feeling of dread is so strong throughout, it may be simply a dream, but what if the Lord Protector is attempting to tell me something through it?  I cannot dismiss it so easily.  The armor is of silk make, high quality, and there is a mask lying near by." He frowns deeply. " I forgot to mention the mask to Richard." He mutters then looks at Bella, "You do not know anything about a mask or the odd armor do you?"
Bella searches his face.  "This really got ya worried, huh?"
With a deep sigh, "It is the same dream time and time again for almost the entirety of your absence, Love.  Aye, it has me concerned."
"What do you think it means then?"
Thoughtfully, Daniel responds, "I think it a warning of sorts, as to what it warns specifically, I do not know.  So these odd items of my dream mean nothing to you? Nothing at all?" He looks into her eyes intently.  "The Dragon has never directed me wrongly before, Bella."  
"Dan... you ever had a dream where ya were flyin'?  When I were little I useda have dreams bout flyin.  I had dreams bout runnin' so very fast away from a giant rat the size offa house.  None o' that ever happened.  They're jest dreams."
 "But they are not of the same intensity, Bella.  It is as if I was really there and the events really happened.  I fear to tell you the ending as well." He takes a deep breath, "As I finish my prayers to heal you, the giant spider of the deep crests the lip of the hole.  It comes at us both and.." he puts his head into his hands, overcome then continues in a horrified whisper, "I cannot save you or myself."
Bella looks at him with concern.  "Dan..." she whispers.  She sets Rachel carefully off to the side on the couch and moves towards Daniel, sitting in his lap and gently laying her hand on the side of her face.  "What are you so afraid of?  Iffn ya cain' save us, we'll go through the bindstone.  It's a'right. "She gently smoothes back his hair away from the side of  his face and looks him in the eyes.  "It's a'right.  It's jest a dream."
Daniel blinks then accepts the caress, calming somewhat, "Aye."  He seems to be lost in thought for a while before coming to and giving Bella a smile.  "Perhaps it will pass now that I have shared it with you.  I do not know.  Shall we put Rachel to bed?  I know you must be tired from your trip."
"I'm tired, but we ken sit fer a while iffn ya want.  I'm glad yer here.  It was good ta eat dinner all of us together."
Looks her over carefully, noting  a few bruises, none of them serious on her.  "Did you have some trouble on the road, Bella?"
She looks at him a moment as if confused, then she replies.  "Oh... the bruises... naw, it's a'right.  Co'rys got way too many bandits anyhow... now they got a few less."
Daniel chuckles and holds her close, "Civic duty eh?" He kisses her forehead then whispers into her ear, "Rachel would sleep longer in her own bed instead of the couch, Dear." He yawns suddenly and blushes, " As would I."

Later, as Daniel sleeps his dream turns dark once more, instead of fighting and praying in a near panic, Daniel turns his considerable will to observing, remaining detached as events unfold as he knows they will.  He forces down his fear, noting the texture of the silk armor as he heals Bella and locks the mask's features firmly in his mind. As the dream reaches its end and the giant spider reaches for them both, Daniel throws himself across Bella's prone form, accepting the pain that comes as the fangs sink deep and the darkness blots out his thoughts.

Gasping, Daniel sits upright in the bed, fumbling frantically for Bella's sleeping form as he does so.  Making contact with her arm, his fingers caress the back of it softly and he smiles and reclines once more, falling into a deep and easy sleep.

The next day as he and Bella watch the children play on the hill, a figure walks past and nods in greeting, saying nothing.  Recognizing Viper, Daniel politely waves back and simply watches the woman make her way out of the north gate.  As Viper's form fades into the distance, a thought hits Daniel hard, the mask!  The armor!  They are the same as Viper wears!
Title: Re: Gifts of the Lord Protector
Post by: cbnicholson on June 22, 2010, 09:46:00 am
Freas, Mar 13, 1467

I remain in the dark in regards to my dreams full meaning, but have grown accepting of Bella's disappearances even reading a letter of birthday wishes for Rachel's third from her mother.  It seems now she is cursed with extremely poor luck.  None of my prayers to the Lord Protector seem to help her, so I have resorted to persuasion and kindness. Persuasion to get her to come home and give up this nonsense of staying away for Rachel and Charlie's sake, Kindness in helping her recover physically from her malady by feeding her as she has lost several pounds from anxiety which is not good in her condition.   Miss Zira told me she suspected Bella was with child and I confirmed it last Bella and I met.  I am unsure if such a thing is a blessing this time.

The Guild continues as it always has but with another change.  After years of gentle yet firm leadership befitting of a true Illsarian, the venerable Guildmaster, Kyle Pandorn, has stepped down and selected his second, my friend, Alazira, as his replacement.  I am saddened to see him go, yet hopeful for the guild's future with this change.  My own skills in the making of goods improves weekly, yet I remain extremely frustrated by the pace of my infusing gems and wands.

Protector Daniel Poetr,
Wayfare, Mistone.
Title: Re: Gifts of the Lord Protector
Post by: cbnicholson on June 30, 2010, 02:06:05 pm
Tunar, Jular 24, 1467

I have much to convey, some of which I dare not repeat herein.  (http://forums.layonara.com/rofirein/278792-daniel-tacks-story-board.html)
It suffices that my efforts outside the Guild bear fruit.  First and foremost is the completion of Lady Daniella's trials on behalf of the Hand of Virtue.  She has triumphed in her case to prove Toran's virtues still hold among his followers!  During the course of her trials, I have come to realize that the Lord Protector encompasses all that hold true to his ideals of justice, honor ,law and order.  Even those that hold no mercy in their hearts are his.

Secondly, mine own cousin, Melanna Jin Poetr, Blossom in Promise, has successfully entered the ranks of the Reaching.  I am honored to have been able to help her accomplish this goal.

Matters of other import are Miss Zira is with child or I should specify with children.  She is due to have her twins in the appointed time of elves.  Master Damon is the sire.

Bella has gone missing again, I fear for her safety, yet I know she acts upon the desire to protect myself and her children from harm.  Her curse , such as it is, remains.  I was deeply saddened to learn from her via letter that the boy child she carried was lost.

Daniel Benjamin Poetr, High Protector.


Title: Re: Gifts of the Lord Protector
Post by: cbnicholson on July 13, 2010, 08:40:38 am
Threas, Febra 19, 1468

Bella returned to my side briefly last night.  She appeared mostly healthy but for the usual scrapes, bumps, and bruises she usually sports.  Her dance of blades when we fought the giant spiders was particularly focused, intense, and equal parts as deadly.  She promised myself to return when matters were resolved, but did not elaborate.  I keep faith in her and in the Great Dragon even though such faith comes at great personal pain.  Rachel and Charlie both ask about her near constantly now, I do my best to comfort them, but I cannot be two persons.  I pray the Gold will keep my Bella safe.

Since the celebration in Huangjin, I have done what I could for the faithful of Toran.  A young initiate in the order of the Longsword, Ian, was one I aided alongside the Beacon, Lady Jillian.  Like most, he was rash at first, but remembered his lesson of restraint and fought well after as we made patrol from Lan's Port to Kartherian.

As for my family, Charlie continues to grow into manhood.  I have taught the lad all that he is able to learn regarding sword play, healing, and lore.  His fate is in his own hands.  I have given of myself all I could.  Truth is, we teach our children tangible skills such as I have and hope that the intangibles such as honor, truthfulness, determination, and kindness will be picked up as well.  These virtues can only be taught by example.  May the Gold witness that I have done my best.

High Protector Daniel Benjamin Poetr
Wayfare, Mistone






Title: Gifts of the Lord Protector
Post by: cbnicholson on September 15, 2010, 03:20:44 pm
A tired looking Daniel leans over his journal by a small divine globe of light as a cool wind blows down the darkened streets of Wayfare. Muffled girlish giggles are heard briefly before a stern 'shh' sound is heard then all goes quiet again.
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 Tunar, Jenra 3, 1471
 
 
 
 There is much that weighs upon my mind this night. First and foremost is glad news from the Church in Vehl. A Knighting Ceremony is to be convened in less than a fortnight (http://forums.layonara.com/calendar.php?do=getinfo&e=17690&day=2010-9-19&c=3) and those initiates among the faith will undergo testing to determine our worthiness. In this matter I feel mostly confident. As a priest of the order, much of my training has prepared me for the hard questions certain to be posed upon potential Knights. Lest my confidence betray me, I will pray for wisdom at the Temple a full days time before the initiations.
 
 
 
 The other matter is the Church's decree of aid to Lord Rael's campaign and my personal resolve to act as the commoners advocate in the theatre of Southern Dregar. To this end I have invited my fellow initiates to journey with me so that we may bear witness under the pretense of following the decree, but more purposefully to guard against any an all acts of lawlessness or cruelty regardless if they be committed by Rael's troops or others. A tyrant is never to be trusted and a tyrant is what Lord Rael remains regardless of whatever witchery he utilized to convince my superiors to back him.
 
 
 
 Ever have the Knights of the Wyrm stood for this purpose and I intend give it my full measure. When the hour is darkest, the golden light shines brightest. May the Great Dragon grant me his strength and wisdom.
 
 
 
 Daniel Benjamin Poetr, High Protector
 
 Candidate, Knight of the Wyrm.
 
 Wayfare, Mistone
Title: Re: Gifts of the Lord Protector
Post by: cbnicholson on September 28, 2010, 10:43:15 am
Satari, Jular 28, 1471
 
 The Knighting Ceremony went as expected. I was both pleased with the brothers that turned out for the testing and disapointed that Sister Amireana did not make it. All passed as I hoped they would, even the large man, Justice. He is slow to realize it, but faith is a matter of the heart not head and I know he will do well as a Knight. To my astonishment, I was inducted as a Knight Captain of the Wyrm, an honor I immediately repaid by volunteering to to travel to Fort Hold near Prantz in accordance with the decree of the Golden Voice that all Rofireinites stand with Rael.
 
 I have been here in Fort Hold for some time now and the other night we saw our first action. It was horrendous. A large band of Dark Elves attacked our camp at night and quite a few under my command fell before I could rally them and drive off our attackers. Word is that many attacks were launched simultaneously on Rael's lands and the force brought to bear against us was a small strike force. It is times such as these that I miss my family in Wayfare the most and it is my hope that my stand here will shield them from these horrors of the deep. The injured and dead are tended, but now I must write the letters to the loved ones of the fallen. It is a duty I truly wish I could delegate, but it falls upon myself as their commander to notify next of kin. Great Dragon grant me the strength and wisdom to do so.
 
 Daniel Benjamin Poetr,
 Knight Captain of the Wyrm
 Fort Hold, Dregar.
Title: Re: Gifts of the Lord Protector
Post by: cbnicholson on November 02, 2010, 09:13:58 am
A weary Daniel sorts through the small pile of missives on the crude camp desk in his command tent. Coming upon a personal letter addressed some weeks ago, his face goes shock white and he stands clutching the letter while yelling at the top of his voice for his aide de camp, "Sargeant Mulvey, I require your presence in here, IMMEDIATELY!" After several moments, bare feet are heard on the path outside his tent.
 
 "Yes sir?!" Sargeant Mulvey enters the tent, his nightshirt askew and only one sock on, quickly he slides both feet into the boots he has under his arm and stands at attention.
 
 "Why was this letter not brought to my attention immediately, Sargeant?" The cold controlled tones of Daniel's voice shock the normally disciplined aid to the core.
 
 "It was a personal letter sir, sealed by your wife I believe. I did not read it but placed it on your usual pile of correspondence. The Raelites must of covered it with the usual military reports after. Is something amiss, sir?" Sargeant Mulvey responds, unsure what has his usually thoughtful Captain so on edge.
 
 Realizing his anger is misplaced, Daniel's tone softens,"Quite alright, but I am afraid my service to the Knights here is ended. Effective immediately, I resign my position , Sargeant. You are in charge until a new Captain is assigned, am I clear?"
 
 With a mute nod, the stunned Sargeant acknowledges this shocking news as Daniel packs his few meager belongings and stuffs them into Edward's saddlebags. "My daughter has been killed, Sargeant." Daniel says with barely controlled grief. "The Great Dragon protect you, Sargeant. See to the Men and remember our purpose here, all reports continue to the Church in sealed diplomatic pouches and are to be transported only by our own Knights." With that, Daniel mounts and rides hard for the nearest portal to take him home.
Title: Re: Gifts of the Lord Protector
Post by: cbnicholson on November 02, 2010, 12:36:49 pm
Some time later...
 
 Distraught Daniel hears of the news of Rachel's funeral from a fellow priest who conducted the ceremony and makes his way to the small gravesite. Kneeling beside the grave, Daniel succumbs to the grief he felt coming since reading the news. "I am soo sorry my dear singer to the morning, Rachel. Da should have been there to fight for you and Becca not you alone defending your sister." Daniel weeps for a time before continuing. "You were a true Rofireinite, my daughter, even if only for the briefest of instances. I shall miss you always. I know you are with your grandmother now and the Lord Protector so after today, I shall not grieve but seek to find those responsible and bring them to justice, my beloved daughter, wherever and whomever they should be. I make this vow on your final bed. Sing your songs for the Great Dragon when you wake in his realm, Rachel Tariana Poetr. I will see you soon."
Title: Re: Gifts of the Lord Protector
Post by: cbnicholson on November 03, 2010, 09:56:35 am
Lying there, fully dressed with Lawgiver within easy reach, Daniel forced his breathing to assume the cadence of deep sleep, even allowing his throat to relax to the point of snoring, which he detested in others, but had found during his tour at Fort Hold to be the only effective way to make aids leave him to rest. There, hovering between full conciousness and psuedo sleeping, he listened to the sounds of the newly built Arms settling into its foundation and adjusted his senses to slowly block these common sounds. It was a trick he had forced himself to learn after the dark elf attack. Sleep lightly for the only warning you will get is the soft hiss of blade plunging for a vital area. Instead of a blade; however, he heard instead a soft gurgle and the shifting of a slight body followed quickly by cat like footsteps and the pressure of a door opening and closing. Opening his eyes a quick glance confirmed his guess, Bella had more than likely gone to the kitchen for a snack.
 
 Daniel reflected quickly on the almost painful conversation they had earlier. His observations of Bella led him to several conclusions. Her movements however stifled in his presence could not hide the fact that somehow her bladework continued. He could see plainly the unconcious grace and small swagger that only a seasoned swordman or is this case, sword woman possesses. She was hiding something from him as well. She appeared almost fearful upon his conviction to follow and question Viper. Small tells such a licking of the lips and her eagerness to deny knowing much else about the mercenary Viper, made him believe if she was not lying to him, she definitely knew more than she was telling. With a grim determined look, Daniel slid Lawgiver into his belt and prayed two quick prayers. The first the grant him Dragon sight, the second to make his physical body fade to ethereal. He left his boots off and hurried after Bella in his stockings, holding his blade in hand to silence its rattling.
 
 Rounding one of the numerous corners, he was almost startled to hear movement coming from a lamplight room. Freezing in place, trusting in the prayer to keep him unseen, he paused to listen. "it's yers iffn ya want it. He's huntin' Viper... jest figgered I'd let ya know. Dunno how much he's really here ta see me an' how much he's lookin' fer her... and, well Becca obviously..." Silence followed and despite straining, no more words were heard. Stepping forward slowly, Daniel peers through a crack in the hinge and stands still watching as Steel tucks back a loose hair and stands close to Bella. The act alone bespoke a closeness that bothered him more than a little, but he could tell there was nothing more than close friendship by her response. What intriqued him more was the curious wrist grabbing and gesturing Bella and Steel were now engaged in. It brought back memories of Steel and Viper during his impersonation of the mercenary Hal in Vehl. Frowning, Daniel could tell the conversation was about over as Bella turned to leave still holding her sandwich. "Night" was all he heard as he rushed down the hall and back to the stairs. Making as much haste as he dared, he put his sword back on the floor and laid next to it. As the doornob turned, he dispelled the prayers and closed his eyes falling back into his semi concious watchfulness.
 
 In the dark hours of the morning Daniel leaves a note for Bella and Rebecca it reads, "Have gone to Vehl for orders. Will return when I can. Daniel"
Title: Re: Gifts of the Lord Protector
Post by: cbnicholson on November 22, 2010, 12:50:29 pm
*A mix of notes upon loose parchment*
 
 Remember the card reading, You can force the issue or accept what is. Either will reveal the truth, but one is the wiser course.
 
 
 
 Known facts:
 
 Viper has gone to ground and has not been seen in some months.
 Viper has not come forward of her own free will for questioning.
 
 Bella is hiding something from me.
 Both Bella and Viper have a connection to Steel.
 Both Bella and Viper can speak with their hands. Further, as Angela pointed out, Bella has been able to do so for much longer than a month due to her obvious fluency.
 
 
 Contradictions:
 
 I have seen both Bella and Viper in one place at the same time, but only once and at a distance.
 Viper is more endowed or appears so. (off to the side is a another note: Padded armor?)
 
 Other considerations: The Dream.
 
 Must speak to Defender Argali about the mist.
Title: Re: Gifts of the Lord Protector
Post by: cbnicholson on December 01, 2010, 03:34:38 pm
The dream is waiting for him as he slips into his slumber. Once again fear pervades his thoughts and once again he drives it back with the twin litany of duty and love. As the darkness starts to overtake him at the end, Daniel looks for the face of his beloved, only this time to find the mask of the mercenary, Dreadblade Viper. Before he can ponder the significance of this change, he feels himself growing smaller, a lad of some ten winters and under his hand is his father, Benjamin. The wound that stretches the length of Benjamin's thigh is fresh, a garish bloody gash clearly made by a large axe. The muscles barely held together by his father's crude bandaging weep his lifesblood slowly upon the grass. Young voice quavering with doubt and question, he begs the Dragon to heal the injury as he had seen his mother do many times  and the power fills him, bringing with it a sense of profound order and joy. As he struggles to make sense of both vision and rememberance, a hand gently touches his shoulder and he wakes with a start. Inquisitive ruby eyes slanted in elvish fashion regard him with a mixture of concern. "Are you well, Daniel? You cried out in your sleep." Miss Saira asks.
 
 "Aye, simply a dream of long ago, Miss Saira. I apologize if my cry disturbed your own rest." Daniel replies gathering his things. How odd, he thinks to himself, that such a person, a dark elf Illsarian, would help me to release my anger over Rachel's death. Shaking off that sudden thought, "I found my faith here in this very spot many years ago.." Daniel continues on as stands and leads them both in the direction of Mariner's Hold, both chatting as old comrades do.
Title: Re: Gifts of the Lord Protector
Post by: cbnicholson on December 06, 2010, 01:58:55 pm
With a groan, Daniel wakes and squints through the eyeslits of his visor. As his vision slowly focuses, his head throbs and unconciously his hand finds a rather large dent where a wing used to be. "Praise the Gold I was wearing my helm." He mutters as his vision takes in a largish section of worked stone lying next to him at the bottom of the hill behind Moraken's tower. Looking up he spots where the stone came from , some two giants high on the southeasterm corner of the tower a section bears the marks of lightnings and fire. Standing on shaky legs, he removes the now dented helm and attaches it to his belt. Taking stock, he calls upon the fire inside him only to find while the holy fire remains, his ability to reach it seems diminished by his inability to form the focus in his mind to call to it. "Hmm. Head wound." With a shrug, Daniel quickly wraps his head with some bandages from his pack and makes his way slowly across the torn landscape finally emerging near the western gate of Hlint only to find the way barred by a squadron of the Queen's Regulars.
 
 "Let me pass!" He asks to which the regulars in response, raise thier crossbows. Frowning Daniel reads the proclamation posted on the wall and steps back. "Bad news indeed, what day is it then?"
 
 A Sargeant steps forward, "It has been some two days since the Dragons came, Ser. All are forbidden entry as some of those still here have a sickness. I would send for a healer, but those inside are occupied and you may not enter. Queen's orders Ser." With that he steps back into the protection of his squadron and motions Daniel away.
 
 Daniel pauses to think a moment then snaps his fingers, the action sending a wave of pain to shoot up the back of his neck. Wincing his makes his way to Edward, tethered near the meeting fire and turns toward Llast.
Title: Re: Gifts of the Lord Protector
Post by: cbnicholson on December 27, 2010, 09:06:59 am
*letter addressed to Bella Poetr c/o Leringard Arms, Leringard, Mistone*
 
 Beloved,
 
 I have been asked by the Church to return to Prantz once again to investigate the cause of the fires that burn there.  Best rumors are that the Dragon Cult is behind these attacks, but Sir Breton Parth and Justicar Reus both say they are in need of more information.  Rebecca was unchanged when I left, but I did ask Lana to come visit with her for a time, if you allow.  I will send word when I am able.
 
 Yours in the Gold,
 
 Daniel.
Title: Re: Gifts of the Lord Protector
Post by: cbnicholson on January 12, 2011, 03:26:47 pm
*letter addressed to Bella Poetr, c/o Leringard Arms*
 
 
 Wedlar, Apreal 25, 1476
 
 Beloved,
 
 I have been aiding the Principium investigators here in Prantz for some time now. While the damage was minimal, it did destroy some records and I wish to know which before I return to Mistone so I may be delayed some time yet. Otherwise, all is mostly quiet, dare I say boring, other than the rumor that Prantzian forces engaged Kuhl. I can neither confirm or deny this has occurred as the word that reaches Prantz proper is nearly the same as other locations and the forces of Rael are nothing if not disciplined. I would say further that despite my reservations about Lord Rael's political ambitions regarding Lor, he does seem to care for his people and his people respond with a fierce pride, discipline, and the usual dwarven and human industrialism. Much of the physical damage from the attack here has been dealt with due to these traits. The memory of the cult attack will remain; however, and will provide the fire that fuels Prantzians to fight the Cult.
 
 How does Rebeccah fair? Any change, has she spoken? I pray for her and you constantly and keep alive the hope that she will return to the child she once was and that we may return our union to what it once was as well. Please pass along my love to our daughter.
 
 Yours in the Gold
 Daniel
Title: Re: Gifts of the Lord Protector
Post by: cbnicholson on March 08, 2011, 10:10:19 am
As Daniel returns to his men on the north wall, he says little but makes his way to the defensive ballistas and reinforces them with prayers to the Lord Protector.  That work finished he reminds the crews that those weapons are to be utilized at all times regardless of what friendly troops may be in the way and to be protected at all costs. "Remember, our lives may be forfeit, but we are defending the common people.  Watch the skies and focus your attacks. Do not fail in your duty and you will be judged accordingly"  As a final reminder he grimly tells them that even if he, thier captain, is standing in the path to let loose.  From there, he moves to the small contigent of Knights and stands ready for the final assault calling upon the Great Dragon for strength, endurance, and sight for the warriors who stand with him. As the Myrdachs close, he leads the charge from the north gate, the Golden Dragon emblem of his shield facing the enemy.
Title: Re: Gifts of the Lord Protector
Post by: cbnicholson on March 11, 2011, 09:08:19 am
Daniel accepts the commision with a grim look and dismisses the messenger before turning to his remaining men. The last few days of combat operations has taken a toll on him. Grey to silver hair now grows in place of his once blonde locks and his face has taken on a dark brown weathered look much like the surrounding landscape. Exhaustion is clearly evident in his step, but his eyes remain clear and blue. Picking out trusted sargeants from all the groups below him, he reassigns them into working squads and begins dispersing them to various areas in the northern quandrant. "Just to be clear, henceforth, you are fingers in a fist, hit and run are our tactics now. We need to change the focus of this battle and quickly. Do not under any circumstances engage the dragons directly, but focus on reclaiming the ballistas and slowing the ground forces. Daniel orders the squads to begin moving under cover whenever possible to avoid the Dragons in the skies and to push north toward the initial breach. He hurriedly assigns whatever engineers are left to the various squards with orders to salvage any all ballistas and bolts. "There we we will reform, strike, then disperse again. The Gold be with us."
Title: Re: Gifts of the Lord Protector
Post by: cbnicholson on March 11, 2011, 12:01:39 pm
As the fighting continues in small pockets throughout the northern quandrant, Daniel and his small band come across a larger group of Succession soldiers moving haphazardly southward away from the fighting. With sour looks and scowls the Succession soldiers push a calvary sargeant to the front to speak for them. Stepping up, Daniel is heard muttering a prayer. "Mother, grant me your grace."
 
 "Captain," the Calvary Sargeant begins speaking, keeping his tone neutral. "Me and my men received word that our Commander was slain by General T'sek, We're leaving this fight." He finishes spitting upon the sandy ground.
 
 "As you will, Sir, the general has given me the authority to hang each of you to a man for this dereliction of duty, but as every sword is needed in this fight, I will not pursue that course for pragmatism must guide my hand and I will not spare the Knights needed to effect such a thing. Instead I offer you this. Our foe will not be content with the defeat here but will continue to press until all of Dregar falls under the Cult's dominion. Your families, wives, children, mothers and fathers will all be enslaved or killed. That is what we fight for here. You know this, yet you would allow a personal dispute in the higher ranks to become an excuse to quite this field of battle? Mark me, I know there are those among you who know the true meaning of honor and duty. Do not forsake our common cause now, if not for the peoples of Sederra, but for your own families. Return to your duties and I will forget this encounter. Do not, and I will have each of you named deserters. May the Great Dragon judge you appropriately."
 
 Daniel narrows his eyes and stares hard at the Sargeant then to the men with him then turns and leads his men further north among the carnage.
Title: Re: Gifts of the Lord Protector
Post by: cbnicholson on March 14, 2011, 08:48:30 am
As the Corrupted Dragon fell, Daniel's horse, Edward, gave a shrill cry forcing Daniel to dismount. A quick check revealed the worst possible news. In the mad charge to bait the dragon, Edward had lost a shoe and stepped badly, breaking the small bone near the beasts hoof. With a sigh of deep regret at his own weakness, Daniel calmed the horse with by rubbing its neck, the other hand sliding Justice free. A quick merciful stroke follows. "You have earned your rest, my dear friend. Sargeant Mulevy, "Daniel barks out the name grief heavy in his tone. "See that this horse is burned as a proper warrior should be. I have not the heart." Daniel makes his way to the General's command post to report the battle.
Title: Re: Gifts of the Lord Protector
Post by: cbnicholson on March 15, 2011, 12:55:29 pm
Daniel walked quietly amongst his men, taking small comfort in the raised spirits, but sent more than one worried glance northward. "Sargeant Mulevy, front and center, I have orders." He continued to scan the new positions of the Cult intently until the footfalls of his trusted second could be heard behind him.
 
 "Sir?" Mulevy said standing at rigid attention despite a slowly festering acid burn on the right side of his neck, now heavily bandaged and greased.
 
 Turn to view his aid, Daniel's stern visage softens, "We have paid a dear price this day, Sargeant, but our payments must continue. Order the men to a third rest, third to keep watch, and a third to begin new defensive positions. General T'sek's idea of cover is a good one and I mean to utilize it extensively. Have the men scavage anything that can be used in this city and begin building rabbit holes for the calvary. They will be needed ere this battle is finally over I think." Daniel gazes toward the spot where Edward fell. "I will be leading on foot from here on out, battles with dragons are no places for horses and I will not see another fine animal destroyed to this folly. Oh, and Sargeant, request Thane Kobal's presence along with any of his dwarves that are injured and not evacuated already. The Great Dragon has seen our sacrifice and I have healing fire yet in me. Such valor and courage should be rewarded in some way."
 
 "Yes Captain, as you say" Mulevy runs off.
 
 A short time later, Thane Kobal gathers with the remainder of his dwarves, some grievously injured, others merely curious. Daniel, in his priestly robes stands quietly, his lips moving and a slow golden glow emanating from his amulet. "Gather to me, those that are in need, for I bear a gift from the Great Dragon, healing fire. He has heard my call and answered." Daniel utters softly, the amulet flaring to new heights of radiance.
 
 Thane Kobal looks worriedly to the front, not two hundred yards distant. Visions of archers or worse, another dragon swooping in come to his mind, yet the radiance cannot be denied, a feeling of peace and order sweeps over the assembled. Letting go of his fears he steps closer, helping a comrade hobble towards Daniel, his foot badly acid burned during the fight.
 
 Daniel's vision darkens from the edges as his first burst goes forth. Garish wounds close quickly to the silver strings of long healed scars on those closest to him, starting with Mulevy. Again, he calls out and again the radiance surges outward healing those farther out still. Daniel's leg begin to buckle under the strain, but still he prays, until finally, darkness grips him completely and white robes fall to the sand only a glimmer of the original fire of the amulet can be seen in the failing light.
 
 Kobal purses his lips and motions to Mulevy to check on the priest. Looking around with wide eyes, all those within fifty yards have been healed completely, no trace of injury remains. "Hmph, See that the Captain gets his rest, Sargeant, I'll be in command until he wakes." The gruff Dwarf marches off with stomping feet.
Title: Re: Gifts of the Lord Protector
Post by: cbnicholson on March 18, 2011, 12:08:46 pm
*Letter addressed to Bella Poetr c/o Silver Buckle*
 
 
 Beloved,
 
 Andrew informed me before I returned to Dregar to resume my duties that you were staying at his Inn. I hope you will forgive him his indiscretion. He means only to offer comfort not pry.
 
 The battles being fought in here in Sederra leave me to exhausted most days to even think of writing and truth be told, I know not what to write of, but I shall try.
 Before I returned to this place of death, I attended a ceremony of Illsare. Despite a slight headache, itchy eyes and nose, I went to the festival of Pink to welcome our newest guild member, Keela. Who is now the wife of SehKy. I would like to say I enjoyed the entire affair, but my allegies to mums made the whole experience one I was forced to cut short lest I find myself sneezing uncontrollable over all in attendance. Still, I felt Illsare's presence keenly there moreso in the puzzled and somewhat fearful stares of some of the attendees. One elvish gentleman even asked if my presence meant a law was being broken or that someone was in trouble. Yet, the love expressed between SehKy and Keela was real enough which brings me to my writing. Can we heal this rift between us or have you fully embraced your life as a Dreadblade?
 
 I must confess a certain loneliness of heart of late. Charlie seemingly has gone deep into whatever world he has found on his own, Rebecca remains much the same, and you...I will simply say thus: I recall our wedding with fondness not regret. I hope this letter finds you hale and well. May the Great Dragon shelter you.
 
 Yours in the Gold,
 
 Daniel.
 
 *Daniel affixes the note to the falcon's leg with a pink ribbon he picked up at the fair and sends it off*
Title: Re: Gifts of the Lord Protector
Post by: cbnicholson on March 19, 2011, 09:11:50 pm
Daniel awoke to the sounds of fighting very close by. Sargeant Mulevy was shaking his shoulder. "Sir, Captain" Rising panic was clearly evident in Mulevy's tone even through the dull ache that seemed to be Daniel's head.
 
 "I am awake, Sargeant. By the Dragon, stop shaking me and fetch my armor." As he donned the golden armor, carefully cleaned by Mulevy, he was informed of the situation in Sedderra. "Blast and bother it all and you let me sleep for sixteen hours!?" Daniel's tone was nearly loud enough to overcome the occasional dragon roar from outside the shattered home. Considering how he felt, however, perhaps Mulevy was simply unable to wake him. With a sigh, Daniel finished fastening his armor and hefted his shield and went out to assess the situation.
 
 What followed was a near journey into the pits, Every man and woman able to fight was thrown at the newly arrived reinforcements of the Cult, yet still they lost ground in chaotic fighting until they were forced to retrench themselves near the heart of the city with less than half of the brave fighters he had the day previous. If he survived, Daniel had many letters of commendation for the Knights under his command and would carry a grudging respect for Raelites forever. It was during a too brief lull in the fighting that Daniel recieved word from a page of the battle General T'sek had fought and almost not survived. With barely a word to Mulevy regarding troop placements, Daniel made his way to the current resting place of the General.
 
 As he stood by the makeshift litter that served as a bed, Daniel prayed harder than he ever had before and was dismayed at what his heart and wisdom told him. There would be no miracles for the General from the Lord Protector. T'sek was not of the Dragon and would not accept such a gift. His thoughts heavy, the Rofireinite Captain waited for death with his General. His last hope resting with the sighting of many adventurers reported to be making their way to Sederra.
Title: Re: Gifts of the Lord Protector
Post by: cbnicholson on March 21, 2011, 09:25:38 am
Daniel was about to tell Commander Jennara something profound, something he had no real proof of, merely bits and pieces along with a deeply intuitive feeling, when his sight revealed a woman who walked with the grace of dancer moving toward the fire. He paused mid-speech, considering. "Bella?" He'd said stupidly, not sure what else to say. Gathering his wits about him like a man grasping for a ship's line after being thrown overboard, he went to her and hesitantly made to kiss her cheek. There it was, the stiffness, a reluctance of spirit, a coldness of posture clearly evident in her stance. He kissed her cheek anyway to show his feelings and regard. The small statecraft he had observed taught him that much: It was better to make the gesture of goodwill and mean it, even if the other side was hostile. Perhaps it was a hopeless endevour to even attempt to heal the rift between them, but by the Dragon, that would not stop him from trying. Had he not made a cause of hopeless endevours of late? The battles in Sederra were but the final chapter, yet still the effort must be made. Propriety, duty, and his heart made him do so.
 
 The witter at the fire continued for some time. Events, persons, and places being mentioned in an increasingly awkward spiral, at least it felt so to him, until finally Bella made noises that she should go. He fumbled to his feet, remembering the notes tucked in his belt. "Here, Beloved. I want you to take this." He'd said holding out a substantial note to draw upon his finances to her. She seems surprised, unusual for her, and tried to refuse. "I insist." I added, for what good is worldly wealth to one such as I? Better that she should have it, besides I had a fair idea of Silver Buckle's rates for food , drink, and the like. She would need it. Bella expressed her thanks and moved to go, but I, emboldened by her presence, moved quickly to kiss her and wish her well. My anger had long since fled, leaving only a small lonliness and longing. As I watched her go, more people approached the fire and I despaired at the chance to speak privately with Jennara.
 
 More talk of things both small and large. My thoughts would not be still so I made an excuse of the need for a walk and took my leave. As I headed for Wayfare, a flash behind me and I quickly drew my blade fearing bandits. "Commander Jennara." I sheathed my blade quickly as she mentioned no interruptions. With a smile, I told her to follow me, leading us both deeper into the light woods off the path. "So, there is nothing to say but what I believe to be true, Commander. Bella is the mercenary Viper. What do you advise I do?"
Title: Re: Gifts of the Lord Protector
Post by: cbnicholson on March 22, 2011, 08:52:10 am
Commander Jennara was correct. There was nothing to be done yet in that decision he had found a measure of peace. Daniel touched his lips, still remembering the first real kiss from his wife in years. Something bittersweet remained in his eye, but he was whistling as he brought forth a paper for a letter and his quill,
 
 To: Andrew Reid c/o Silver Buckle, Mariner's Hold.
 
 My Illsarian friend,
 
 I once asked you to watch over someone, I am now asking you to leave off. The task is finished and I no longer desire the information you would give me by pursuing that task. I thank you for your efforts to date, but they are no longer needed.
 
 I know you have questions, but I dare not speak so plainly here. Suffice it to say I love my family as you do yours.
 
 May your Muse inspire you and the Dragon shelter you under his wing.
 
 Daniel.
Title: Re: Gifts of the Lord Protector
Post by: cbnicholson on March 22, 2011, 04:02:30 pm
Daniel chuckled silently to himself as he made his way toward the rendezvous he had arranged with Bella earlier via letter. He was shrouded under a prayer. Rounding the old oak in the light woods he almost gave a small gasp of surprise at the unusual yet familiar clothing she wore and decided that attempting to sneak up on her and give her a friendly tickle was not a good idea. There was something menacing about her posture and he knew from their life together her hearing was fair. She may just be able to stick him with his father's swords before he could drop the shroud revealing himself as no enemy. This new arrangement will be hard to get used to, he thought to himself. With a sigh, he rubbed the stone on his belt, dissipating the energy of the Al'Noth, effectively dropping the shroud. "Hello Be..." He said quietly cropping the last word deliberately. "Thank you for coming. I have a request to make. I would like to learn your handtalk." His earnest blue eyes searched her brown ones deep under her helm before continuing. "I would like very much to communicate with our daughter and yourself of course."

Bella shrugged, an obvious air of indifference blending with nuanced menace she carried about her when wearing that particular garb. She began to reply almost by instinct with hand gestures and Daniel stepped forward to gently restrain her laying his hands over her gloved small ones. "I will need words as well. I do not know your signs as of yet. Perhaps you should change so we can converse in a more normal manner?"
Title: Re: Gifts of the Lord Protector
Post by: cbnicholson on March 25, 2011, 11:32:07 am
Daniel sets in a ramshackle stone and wood beam building near the front line. The battles are fewer now, both sides reconciling the losses suffered with the gains made. With a profound sigh, he pulls forth a sheet of ill used parchment and dips his quill in a portable inkwell.
 
 To the family of Gareth Woodhollow,
 
 I would like to say that your son died a heroic death, felling many of the enemy as he did so, but I am compelled to limit myself to the simple truth. He fell doing his duty to the Great Dragon fighting alongside his brothers and sisters so that these same Knights along with our allies could hold a city that barely resembles the metropolis it once was. We of the Dragon are weary to our very bones and soul sore with this conflict, yet I feel compelled to assure you that his death was not in vain. Every Knight and soldier in my command that I lose is a lost brother or sister to me. Yet, I know each stands with our Lord Dragon in his place. We still hold this city and will remember and honor your son's name as one who fought among us to keep it.
 
 May the Gold offer you comfort where my poor words cannot,
 
 Daniel Benjamin Poetr, Knight Captain.
 
 Daniel writes many such letters long into the night, pausing only to tilt his head and glance at Mulevy, who is addressing the dispatches for shipment to Western Gate. "See that these go out immediately, Sargeant. I am certain the families of these men are eager for news, even dire." Daniel resumes his writing of the notifications.
Title: Re: Gifts of the Lord Protector
Post by: cbnicholson on March 28, 2011, 08:48:53 am
As the final enemy soldier surrendered, Daniel closed his eyes and gave thanks. Auderia had been held. Opening his eyes once again, he gave the city an honest appraisal. It would be years before any sense of normalcy returned to these streets. For now, there were burial rites to perform, more letters to be written, wounds of the mind and flesh to heal and then, another front to march to. Yet first there was something he must do. Making his way toward the area of camp that help the adventurers, now heroes of the war, he put his most business like face on and stood outside of Viper's tent. "Mercenary Viper, by the authority of the Rofireinite Church you are hearby bound by law. You will submit to myself for questioning or be taken with force." As Steel glances his way, Daniel flashes a crude handsign for friend, then winks. Ignoring the alarmed looks of the rest, he enters the tent. All is quiet for several long moments before the Captain emerges again. Hastily he reassumes the stern expression and marches off. As he makes the next block, the soldiers he passes can hear him whistling a cheerful tune.
Title: Re: Gifts of the Lord Protector
Post by: cbnicholson on April 01, 2011, 09:33:18 am
*interlude*
 
 Daniel pokes the small fire at the crossroads resting place thoughtfully. The soft snort of an almost too plain brown horse made him smile slightly, but he did not turn to see who it was.
 
 Instead he waited patiently. With a soft whisper, a lithe figure sat next to him, face shrouded by a brown cloth hood. Quiet words were exchanged in concerned tones. Aye, he would ask about on the presence of Charlie, their adopted son. It had been far to many weeks for him to have gone missing. Again , a nod, then a smile as he pulled forth a soft ball of cloth from his pack and handed it into her small gloved hands. A gift of kings it was, yet one given freely.
 
 A lesson was started and finished with the promise of more. Finger signs came to him with some difficulty but he was focused and she patient in her teaching. It felt good to spend this time together. The learning itself was not overly different than the prayers signs he had learned as a priest and it only took a few repetitions and correction until he was satisfied he had learned what was needed. -B-E-L-L-A, he fingered signed at her and she shook her head explaining in a whisper and gesture that her name was a combination of signs meaning snake and blade. Daniel sighed inwardly, perhaps the woman he loved was truly gone, but he had to be certain. He made a name for himself in her signs for Dutiful Shield and made himself content with sitting close, hands touching until the lesson was over.
 
 He helped her back on the non descript horse, enjoying the feel of her in his hands, yet restrained. As she turned her mount towards Vehl, he said the words softly, but he knew she heard them.
Title: Re: Gifts of the Lord Protector
Post by: cbnicholson on April 13, 2011, 02:42:21 pm
Daniel carefully divested himself of his armor, shield, and blade handing them to the somewhat nervous Aeridinite acolyte, "See that these never leave your sight, young miss." He spoke sternly, as he carefully tucked the dragonclaw medallion beneath is white robes. Other than the blood red and gold trim of his robes, I could pretend I was one of the Aerindinite Healers here, he thought. "Now, if you would ask another to guide me to my daughter, please?"
 
 The young acolyte nodded and pointed to another young man, newly initiated by the startled look he gave, "This way sir, your daughter is one of the meditation rooms, she prefers it quiet. My name is Anthony, sir." He said by way of directions and introduction. Daniel frowned at this, his visit was to ascertain the girls recovery from whatever dark nightmare still haunted her. It had been nearly three years, surely the quiet interlude at the Temple in Northpoint had helped? Dragon forfend otherwise. Anthony led him to an inner room with a small sunroof. Under it Rebecca sat on a pillow in a beam of errant sunlight. How thin she looks, Daniel thought, almost as if she has to be reminded to eat. Truly the eight year old girl with light brown hair resembled Bella, her mother, more than him, but still, for a girl about to enter her flowering in a few years, she still possessed the small innocent look of a girl child much younger. Daniel dismissed Anthony with a small wave and approached his youngest daughter.
 
 "Rebecca, it is I, your father." He said quietly, his voice accustomed to giving commands intentionally softened still managed to echo painfully in the stone chamber. Rebecca made eye contact for a mere moment then looked away, still unable to face much outside the fantasies in her own mind. Daniel sighed and sat down close to her, watching from the corner of his eye, her reaction to his presence. Nothing..it was as if he was not even there.
 
 Thinking of the many events and things in his life, Daniel thought about his last conversation about Bella about their child. Rebecca was in full flight inside, any mention of violence, His Dragon, even a raised voice would send her deep within herself. How to reach her then, that was the question that had confounded him three years ago. In that span of time, he had learned something about himself and his place in the world. He had found a balance of sorts, with Bella and Charlie, a niche where he was comfortable. His one true desire was that his remaining family could be together. With a small smile, Daniel began to hum a lullabye he had used often when Rebecca was an infant. Her brown eyes shifted and he could tell she was in the present and there with him. Progress. Slowly, he finger spelled her name. R-E-B-E-C-C-A. A hint of smile and her own hands came up and fashioned two letters. D-A.
 
 Daniel wiped a tear away with his robe sleeve then hugged Rebecca gently for a long while. "How would you feel about staying with some of Da's friends, Dear one?" He asked her, repeating the question in finger spelling. A small nod. "One is a singer and another is a healer like those you have stayed with. I think you would like it there, Your mother, Charlie and Katelyn lived there too. Though both are grown now, I am certain they would make time to play." Daniel studied her expression, looking for distress, he was pleased to find none. "I can take you there now if you like, dear one, but I do not wish to frighten you."
 
 Rebecca frowned and her hands made several small signs, none of which Daniel knew. "You will have to speak to me as If I am a baby, dear one, I do not know many signs as of yet." Daniel grinned a little and was even more encouraged by his daughters painfully shy smile in return.
 
 Patiently, she finger spelled out I-WILL-GO-WITH-YOU, DA. Daniel closed his eyes and gave thanks to the Dragon, careful not to utter anything outloud.
 
 "Good good. I shall need to speak the priests here and make some arrangements, but an hour or two at most and we shall be on our way. Rebecca, I know it is a lot to ask, but I will need to wear my armor and carry my sword, can you see these things without .." Daniel left the question unsaid as Rebecca's eyes slowly dimmed in awareness. "Nevermind, I shall carry them in my pack, child. Come, we will give a gift to the temple here for your care and be on our way to the Silver Buckle. That will be your new home, child. It has been far too long."
Title: Re: Gifts of the Lord Protector
Post by: cbnicholson on April 13, 2011, 03:08:44 pm
Letter addressed to Heart of the Wyrm, Section Commander Jennara Creekskipper c/o Vehl Temple, Vehl, Kingdom of Co'rys.
 
 Commander,
 
 I have a personal request to make of yourself that requires what I believe you possess.  I have taken my daughter, Rebecca, from North Point and brought her to stay at the Silver Buckle in Mariners Hold.  My request is thus: Would you consider training my daughter to aid in her recovery?  I understand your many duties keep you busy elsewhere, but it is my hope that your patience, understanding, and most importantly ability to speak with your hands and small stature will be a boon to my daughters recovery. Any time you could spend with the child in any capacity would mean much to her and myself.  If you agree to help you would have the eternal gratitude of a father.  I eagerly await your answer.
 
 Yours in the Gold,
 Daniel.
Title: Re: Gifts of the Lord Protector
Post by: cbnicholson on April 13, 2011, 10:11:54 pm
Daniel awoke to the same feeling he had after battle south of Hlint many years ago. His head hurt horribly, only this time there was no wound to treat. His mouth tasted like someone had stuck their boot in it halfway through the night and left it there to settle on his tongue. Pulling and tugging at his robes, he was dismayed to find he had been robbed as he slept in the thin patch of woods just outside Center. Luckily, the thieves had left his gear alone and taken only the small amount of true of his purse.
 
 Then he remembered, Bella's words. I. want. a. divorce. She told him as the blood whooshed in his ears and his vision narrowed. She did not want him in her life or as she put it, she did not want to be in his. Giving a deep sigh, Daniel leaned against a small tree and tried to compose himself. He was dishonored. She had admitted to infidelity, at least, she had not denied it when he proclaimed their union over due to it. It was better than the alternative for her. If she had claimed to commit a crime he would have been forced to arrest her right there and take her in. Leaving Rebecca with neither parent. Something he could not do.
 
 He had drunk an entire bottle of Xeenite Red after, more to wash the bitter taste from his mouth than anything, but it hadn't helped other to make him feel numb, terribly nearsighted and to be even more clumsy. He must have apologized to half a dozen people in his walk to the portal at the Buckle. Each giving nothing more than a wooden stare in return. Blast it! Why did she ask this of him. Daniel sat down and wept.
Title: Re: Gifts of the Lord Protector
Post by: cbnicholson on April 15, 2011, 10:49:47 am
*some 3 weeks later*
 
 Daniel glanced again at the note given to him by the young lad in Center again. Meet me at the Lake, come alone it read and was unsigned. With a shake of his head, Daniel called softly to the Great Dragon, touched his eyelids and the world changed around him. Gone were the shadows, edges seemed outlined in bright light and a clarity of sight was found. This is the truth of the world before me as the Dragon sees it, he thought donning his helmet. Striding purposefully, he left Center behind him.
 
 Arriving at the spot, his vision took in the landscape. A small fire burned in a clearing with a few larger trees, "You can come out now, Viper." he said loudly to the trees, guessing she was near. She did so, casually, moving to the fire where she laid out some raw meat to cook. As she spoke to him, his thoughts were hopeful. Perhaps she wished to make amends, to explain her actions of the previous weeks, to seek..comfort. As her words penetrated these thoughts, he saw this was not to be. Bitterly, he realized she meant to attempt to use him as she had so skillfully done before. He'd been a fool, an idealistic, lovesick fool. In his mindseye he saw as the blade she was, unbending, deadly, an instrument of death, not worthy of the Gold's protection or his love, anathema to what he was as a shield. The blade severed the final heart thread inside him and he uttered more words of denial. Viper had consumed his Bella fully. The fire inside him that was the Dragon burned dimmer, but just as hotly, now fed not by idealism, but cold pragmatism. No more, find another pawn, Snake, your words are poison. He left her there with her information. She could not be trusted.
Title: Re: Gifts of the Lord Protector
Post by: cbnicholson on April 19, 2011, 03:58:55 pm
Daniel left Edward, second of the name, staked below close to the start of the narrow trail that climbed steeply to this semi secluded place he knew from his childhood. The animal was well trained and would be content for hours to graze upon the overgrown grasses below.
 
 Reaching the top, he scanned the small bowl shape, smiling slightly at the everpresent yellow tullips that grew where his mother's ashes had been spread by his father nearly fifty years previously. They represented her body, these flowers. Always blooming in the spring, as it was now, only to lose their golden petals each fall to lie under the snows, then to be reborn anew again. Her spirit he always felt more keenly in the Temple at Vehl. She had been an unseen comforter to him in those first years then later a guardian and protector to the young priest. He knew she looked upon him from the Great Dragon's realm and wondered what she thought of his heavy heart. She would be aggrieved he knew, but compassionate, not just for his suffering, but for Bella's as well.
 
 Sighing, he shook off the thought and began to make a small camp. Setting aside his instruments of war, he examined them first. His shield, he kept immaculate and well maintained. It was a symbol of his faith and deserved no less than perfect maintenance. His armor; however, he'd let go. Mottled rust and dirt and worked its way into the chain at the joints and the normally lusturous bright gold had faded to a duller darker color. He set his armor aside after removing the rust, but deciding to leave the duller discoloration alone. He was in grieving. His wife was dead to him. Let some part of him show this, he thought. Daniel finally set upon his blade, a shining length of mithral with an arrow straight dual edge. Heavy and embossed with silver and other runes, it needed little tending, yet he oiled it with the diligence of a voraxian soldier. It too, was a symbol of his standing as a Knight. He covered all with a bit of tarp and moved to the waters edge, peering closely at his reflection.
 
 Eyes blue as sky looked back at him from sunken sockets. He'd taken to eating sparsely, moreso due to a lack of real appetite than a lack of available food. Heavy crows feet around the sockets and a fine array of blonde stubble ran the length of his jaw. His hair was receding, not as badly as Storold's but enough that perhaps less jokes should be directed at the old Lucindite, he thought, a rare grin appearing and disapearing on his features. Finally, his pride of a mustache, not nearly as neatly formed as his namesake, yet substantial in its thickness, like his father's. It had taken him nearly a decade to grow it out so and he would not shave it off upon pain of death. Some said it was a mark of his family, this bit of hair on his lip and he intended to keep it.
 
 Turning back toward the flowers, Daniel lit a small fire and set a travel pot to boil. Half would be used for tea, the other to shave himself, but first, he would take a dip in the cold clear water of this park and cleanse himself of his weariness and sorrow. Stripping down his under padding, he first washed it throughly and set it to dry. Casting a final glance around to ensure his privacy, Daniel dove into the small lake and crossed it with powerful strokes, reaching the far side, he reversed himself and swam back. Reaching the shore, he allowed himself to be dried by the sun as he shaved his stubble and trimmed his mustache neatly. He stoked his small fire as evening came on, now dressed in his padded under robes, he sat on the bench munching trail bread he had made for himself before leaving Hempstead.
 
 Ausir shining would be out tonight, the moon feeding the Gold's eye to a moment of splendor, as it did every twenty eight days. As he gazed upon the Gold's Eye, he felt a moments wonder. While love may be gone from his heart with the death of Bella, the Great Dragon was reminding himself of his duty. There were others deserving of his protection and he would not fail them, not while he still drew breath. Daniel lay back on the bench after murmuring a prayer of thanks and he slept.
Title: Re: Gifts of the Lord Protector
Post by: cbnicholson on April 20, 2011, 10:17:16 am
Passing through Hempstead, Daniel stops at the Guild Hall. Scooping up the package addressed to him, he moves to the meeting room at the Hall and sits down in front of the fireplace. Reading the note inside, his first reaction is to stuff the note back into the box muttering about oathbreakers and betrayal. Pondering for a few moments, he moves closer to the fire as if to toss the box and its contents into it. Consternation, anger, and grief cross his features until finally, he sets the small box off to the side and leaves it there. There will be time enough to study its contents after this war.  Duty calls.
Title: Re: Gifts of the Lord Protector
Post by: cbnicholson on April 27, 2011, 01:23:05 pm
The idle hours of vigilance pass slowly for Daniel at the Fort of Last Hope.  Making his rounds, speaking quietly to the sentries, observing the preparations of defense and the rebuilding of the wall.  At the end of the day, he is restless so he pulls out several parchments.  One is obviously a copy of ancient records.  Rewritten in his neat script, a glance by the casual passerby would wonder at the flowing words that seem to be from another age.  As he studies the parchment, Daniel makes several notations on another sheet.  As the hours pass, a full sheet of flowing script emerges bearing the semblance of a song.  Glancing toward the area where Andrew is working on yet another net, Daniel regards the bard shrewdly for a few moments before freeing the sheet of paper from the rest.  He stows his other writing materials and approaches Andrew holding the paper in his hand and shares a few quiet words with the Bard.
Title: Re: Gifts of the Lord Protector
Post by: cbnicholson on May 01, 2011, 10:58:18 pm
*some time after the campaign in Fort of Last Hope*
 
 It had been a long month back in Hempstead, there had been the usual trips to gather supplies with friends and a few conversations with customers across the counter, yet Daniel's spirits had not returned.  He felt tired and old.  Perhaps it was the way he tried to lose himself in his work, or perhaps it was the death he had seen too many times while fighting in the war, but his step lacked spring and his eyes had lost much of their luster and zeal. He'd forgotten to care for himself as he should and had lost weight as well, sometimes forgetting to eat for days on end.  Now Zira was mothering him and telling him to eat, a grown man of nearly sixty winters!  
 
 She had come to the store, the woman who took his Bella and offered him another box of signs.  It may have been a foolish wish, but he thought he detected a hint of remorse in her offer to continue teaching him her signs, but then those words came back to his mind. "I want a divorce."  Bitterness rose in his chest like the viper she had become and he responded coldly.  Telling her to go and he tossed the box in amongst the merchandise at the store.  He wondered if he could recall where exactly.  No matter, it was best left undisturbed, like his feelings for his dead wife.
 
 Daniel finished up recording the sales, shaking his head as he completed the entry for Tyra, thinking how foolish she seemed, so idealistic.  There was a time when he had hoped the Church would make allowance for what she proposed - employing agents who used stealth and concealment to spy for it, but Justicar Reus had been very clear in his letter.  "We serve the Law."  That was what he wrote in reply to a much younger priests inquiry.  So it stands, no exceptions, no allowances regardless of intent.  He had come to accept that stance and defended it with vigor.  He would not be swayed.
Title: Re: Gifts of the Lord Protector
Post by: cbnicholson on May 03, 2011, 02:13:39 pm
Daniel returned to his cot at the Guild Hall with a bemused and somewhat puzzled look on his face.  While he cared for his guildmates dearly, he found much of their conversation confusing. Still, it had lightened his spirits.  After some thought, he unboxed the package she had left him and began studying the symbols and thier meanings.  "Ah, so that is how one says building with thier hands." He muttered flipping to the next card and the next late into the evening.
Title: Re: Gifts of the Lord Protector
Post by: cbnicholson on May 04, 2011, 02:25:50 pm
With a heavy heart, Daniel watched the gulls circle above Vehl harbor as the sails extended under a brisk westerly wind.  He had done as prescribed by his order and turned Tyra over to the goaler and filed his report, yet he did feel some remorse.  She was trying to do the right thing, but by the Dragon, in such a childish, unthinking way!  At least the baby was well enough after the care it had recieved by the temple clerics at least.  He'd made certain of that before he'd left.  He'd left instruction with the guards that it was his wish that the inquisitors not be used for Tyra. In her testimony she confessed to the crimes she was accused of.  There was no need for the Inquisitor's methods to ascertain the truth.
 
 Casting his gaze out to the sea, Daniel furrowed his brow.  Chance had returned Melanna to them, but it had been his idea to seek out Elohanna to examine his first cousin.  She had told a fantastical story about a creature of amber and being trapped by its magic and finally freeing herself, injuring her arm in the process.  Sooth, she had not appeared to have aged any if at all during the sixteen years she had been away, but still it worried him.  He would have to check upon her person when the ship finally made dock.
 
 Daniel returned to his cabin and pulled out a deck of cards filled with signs.  By the light of a prayer, he studied then slept, the light fading to darkness.
Title: Re: Gifts of the Lord Protector
Post by: cbnicholson on May 05, 2011, 08:48:54 am
Cousin Melanna was fine, in fact she was even better than fine.  He had witnessed the greeting exchanged between her and her husband, Zakariem.  Like he had known, his elvish nature had thought little of the time span and he seemed sincerely glad to hold her once more.  Elohanna's treatment of her injury had been effective as well.  Never would he had thought to reopen the wound on her arm to purge whatever was still there, yet that is what she had done.  The neat stitching and the clean healing of the result spoke volumes of Elohanna's skills as a healer.  One problem solved, but yet there was another he must tend to.
 
 Once more he found himself on the road to Vehl.  He'd made a promise to Miss Breanna and he was a man of his word.  Still, there would be difficulties.  In order to speak directly to Tyra without observation or interference he would need her permission to become her counsel.  While not exactly taboo, such a request was irregular.  He had been the arresting Knight after all.  He pondered these issues as his footsteps took him back towards the place that he thought of as home.
Title: Re: Gifts of the Lord Protector
Post by: cbnicholson on May 09, 2011, 10:01:24 pm
His efforts in defending Tyra were a mixed blessing. She had confessed to her crimes therefore the Church upheld its right to sieze her property despite his objections. With no word on when a hearing would take place, he'd left instruction to send a bird and gone on a bit of holiday with Andrew to Haungjin to visit family again.
 
 It was pleasant to bask in the warmth of the Reid's friendship as they met Elohanna as Andrew's love for the first time. The Beacon, Lady Jillian, came with as well and while his heart grieved for his lost wife, Daniel was not immune to the beacon's charms, but strived to keep the relationship light, yet respectful. His personal conclusion was there were too much alike to consider romance despite her great beauty. There was one moment when Jillian stepped on his bare toe, reminding him that one, he had a hole in his stocking, and two, she had seen it and did not think much of flawed hosiery!
 
 Upon his return to Mistone, his heart felt lighter and the food had done him much good. Most of the weight he had lost returned and with it his usual vigor and zest for Gold's duties. The more he dwelt upon it, the less the ache inside him hurt until he decided to send her a letter. He'd been working hard to learn the signs she'd left him, but knew instinctively that some tutoring was needed. She eventually tracked him down in Center and they spoke at length. In the end, they agreed on a few items of mutual interest. She promised to get back to him when she knew more and he had another box of signs to work upon having mastered most of the more common terms found in cities and country.  Still he wondered at the price of a kiss, however bitterly given.  Could it be Bella still lived inside that monster?  He did not know.
Title: Re: Gifts of the Lord Protector
Post by: cbnicholson on May 13, 2011, 10:34:12 am
Daniel paced the carpeted halls of the Guild restlessly.  He'd long given up the semblance of sleep and decided that pacing would help so here he was, wearing the expensive carpet just outside the fountain room.   High Darkwatch had just sounded meaning Ausir was high in the heavens, perhaps the Gold would help him puzzle though what he was thinking, if not feeling.
 
 It was gnawing at him, his visit with Viper.  One moment she could seem so cold and professional, the next patient with his attempts to learn her signs.  Maddening to say the least, yet as he struggled to learn, he'd tried to ignore the pain in his heart and read her body language.  There was something there, a small bit of remorse he was certain of it, yet what to do about it?  Perhaps nothing perhaps..
 
 Daniel sighed and resumed his brisk walk, back and forth across the carpet again. "Blast it, I am getting nowhere with this!" He exclaimed and retired to his room.  Taking up the latest box from her, he busied himself with studying the pictures and diagrams of prayer forms by magical light until he heard the  crow the predawn hour.  Eyes drooping, he lay down in his simple robes and slept, cards neatly stacked on the table next to his cot.
Title: Re: Gifts of the Lord Protector
Post by: cbnicholson on May 26, 2011, 08:55:25 am
*Somewhere in southern Dregar*
 
 Daniel pulled the neatly bound tome open and put quill to paper. It had been a good trip, yet there was something troubling his mind. The crux of the matter rested solely in the idea of whether he was a Protector or a Justicar in training. He'd followed his heart and been a protector during his younger years yet his heart had been betrayed and he had stumbled upon several situations that lead him to act more the lawman than he cared to. Not that such duties were beyond him, yet it seemed they were fraught with perils and generally left him feeling unsatisfied with his service.
 
 First was Tyra's case, the second was his current involvement with her. In both cases, he'd found himself contemplating actions that were neither honorable nor just. In fact, the more he contemplated ramifications, the more he found the notion distasteful. He was no seeker of criminals, even with the backing of the church, it was simply not his preference. Others were better suited to such things and would would pursue them with much more vigor. Still, he would keep his eyes open and perform the Gold's justice, he simply would not go looking for such on such random and incomplete bits of information. Aye, that way lies the greater folly. Best to leave it be and strive instead to be a beacon of the Gold's will, as the good commander suggested. The lands needed protection and healing, he could do both with a glad heart.
Title: Re: Gifts of the Lord Protector
Post by: cbnicholson on June 01, 2011, 02:17:05 pm
*At the crossroads, Northern Dregar*
 
 Daniel made his way back to the fire after the rest had left and sat back down heavily upon the log.  He'd done what he could for those under his protection during their trek into the mountains and all things considers it had been a good trip.  No one had died, a fair number of the undead beasts had been slain and he'd even seen an ancient ruin he'd never seen before filled with ice creatures.
 
 Still , he was troubled.  He had wronged Beacon Jillian, inadvertantly to be sure, but still.  She had responded to his teasing with some of her own and for a moment he'd forgotten his despair over his lost wife, he'd felt a man again.  She seems to respond to his flirting with a lightheartedness he'd found invigorating,  but then he'd told Commander Daniella that he wasn't serious in his pursuit of the Beacon and things went downhill from there.  Lady Jillian turned colder, more formal.  Daniel cursed his ineptness with women.  The wisdom of decades in service to the Lord Protector did little to help him see the folly of what he was doing and for that he was sorry.  He had apologized earnestly on his part, but she was unswayed.  Perhaps with time and more congenial conversation he could make her see he meant no harm.
Title: Re: Gifts of the Lord Protector
Post by: cbnicholson on July 08, 2011, 01:16:33 pm
Wedlar, Mar 18, 1484
 
 Looking back I see it has been some time since my last entry.  I and much of what I once thought I knew has changed.  Bella and I are officially divorced, I have served the Church in the lands of Dregar and elsewhere and have been recognized for said service.  The cult of the Green Dragon has been dealt a mortal blow but endures.  Charlie, my adopted son, is now a man grown.  All of these events make the man that I am, but it was none of these that drove me to a year of solitude in the Shifting Sands of the desert.
 
 In truth, I found myself in need of a place outside all outside influences and so sought out a remote corner where I discovered a shallow cave, or so I thought.  A small passage led deeper into the dune and inside that I found a makeshift shrine clearly dedicated to Lord Protector by the now nearly mumified body of its creator, clearly another Knight by his armor and sigil, which lay prostate in front of a small golden dragon statuette, common in the times of old.  A sign I should stay, I thought.  I blessed the body and the shrine and settled in for my stay and was pleasantly surprised to find a small trickle of a spring off to the side inside the cave.  
 
 Long days alone, hunting vipers and gathering what vegetation I could find to eat were contrasted to the longer nights spent in contemplation of what my service was to be.  At the end of a full year, I could reach no other conclusion than to semi-retire. Other smaller matters I settled on were to forgo love entirely.  Illsare had never been kind to myself nor should I expect her to be since my heart has been for the Great Dragon since I was a small boy. No, I would limit myself to fullfilling the needs of the Church when called upon and performing my duties with the Angels Guild.  Bidding my fallen brother farewell, I made my way back across the sand.
Title: Re: Gifts of the Lord Protector
Post by: cbnicholson on July 12, 2011, 09:19:50 am
Threas, Mai 19, 1484
 
 Daniel wiped at the dirt stain on his clerical robes frowning then sighed. He would be taking yet another bath in the cold stream behind Mulevy's new farm again tonight and washing his robes. Giving Edward another tug on the lead, he continued to guide the strong horse in its traces as Mulevy steered the heavy iron plow through the semi rocky soil. He'd been pleasantly surprised to hear his trusty lieutenant had retired from service and bought a farm on the outskirt of Hempstead with his earnings. He'd been even more pleased when Mulevy and his new wife, Sarah, had both asked for help getting the new crop of barley in. Labor was in short supply as many of the younger workers had taken up swords to fight the cult in one army or another-and too many had not returned, which was why he was here now, laboring like a field hand.
 
 Grinning, Daniel slipped Edward a slice of apple and ate the rest as Mulevy drank heavily from a canteen. "Back ten acres are nearly done, Lieutenant, I mean good farmer. Is Sarah in condition for the sowing? She is nearly three quarter a season along with your child."
 
 Mulevy snorted then grinned back, "She's a strong one, my Sarah, Sir. Gold willing we'll have the crop in before the rains come. I'm glad you're here for the planting and birthing though, I'd never had done it alone with just Sarah. I cannot thank you enough."
 
 Daniel shrugged and gave Edward a pat, "Thank my horse; he is the one that labors." Seeing Mulevy grab the plow handles once again, Daniel turned and tightened his grip on the reign, leading them along in straight lines, furrows in their wake.
 
 "Sirs!" Jonathin, a young boy who was Mulevy's neighbor by a stone's throw, came running up. "You'd better come quickly, Missus Sarah says the baby is coming!"
 
 Daniel and Mulevy exchanged looks and disengaged Edward from the traces; Daniel mounted bareback and set off at the trot. "All will be well, my friend, trust in the Dragon." With that, he set off at a brisk canter for the homestead, Mulevy trailing behind at a jog.
Title: Re: Gifts of the Lord Protector
Post by: cbnicholson on July 12, 2011, 12:53:02 pm
It had been a good spring, a busy one, but fruitful. Twenty five acres of barley grew in the summer fields of his friend, Mulevy, and He and his wife now had a son, hale and hearty. Both his trusted friend and his wife insisted they name the boy Daniel after him. It was an honor he could not refuse.
 
 Daniel mused over this with a broad smile as he placed several suits of old armor in donation boxes. He hoped they would find use for causes other than what they were designed for - perhaps reforged into farm implements, but practicality of the situation was they would probably find their way to some front or another. No matter, the trues they represented would be for a good cause, feeding those wretches who suffered in the war's wake. Hefting the heavy bag and limping slightly he made his way through Hempstead and gratefully left the load with a person responsible for collecting such things. Daniel also had on his person two letters to draw upon his personal finances, one was for Commander Jennara and the foundation, should he chance upon her in his travels. The sum involved should be more than enough to commision a shipload of grain to be sent where it was needed. The other was for the Temple in Northpoint, where his only blood child, Rebecca, continued to stay. He hoped to visit her soon.
Title: Re: Gifts of the Lord Protector
Post by: cbnicholson on July 18, 2011, 03:46:20 pm
Studying his medallion intently, Daniel sought the path of the truth as revealed to him by the Gold.  As his gaze remained locked on the image of the golden claw, his thoughts and heart shifted through the rituals and prayers required to bring about the prescribed blessings.  Satisfied he had prayers locked firmly in his mind and heart, he gathered instruments of war and stepped into the portal.  There was hunting to do.
Title: Re: Gifts of the Lord Protector
Post by: cbnicholson on August 08, 2011, 01:04:17 pm
The first bank note had been left with someone he trusted to be delivered with his thanks to the Aerindinites of North Point.  After some consideration he felt this was the best way to firstly avoid notice of those unscrupled elements that might seek to use his daughter as leverage and secondly to avoid the scrutiny of his peers in a matter they may view as improper.  Now to find Section Commander Jennara.  She seemed to be absent more often than not whenever he called upon the Silver Buckle.  Perhaps if he waited long enough she would appear.  Time would tell.
Title: Re: Gifts of the Lord Protector
Post by: cbnicholson on August 16, 2011, 09:21:26 am
So much death. The force of dark elves he had fought in the Fort of Last Hope had killed cleanly, quietly. The fallen his brothers and sisters, yet this time, it had been a slaughter. Corpses piled here and there, some staked fully, others simply a head. He grieved to see them as he and his fellows cut them down and wrapped the remains in wool blankets for transport home to their kin.
 
 Later, at the now diminishing camp, Lana sang a dirge, a lament for a fallen of the Gold, yet somehow fitting for all the souls slain.
 
 Alas, a noble soul has gone, his flashing blade is stilled.
 His amber eyes are closed in death, his mission unfullfilled.
 
 The Gold he loved, the Gold he served, Oh Gold take him in death.
 He tried to save a brother's life, and served with his last breath.
 
 Alas, a noble soul has gone, his loving heart is stilled.
 Illsare's sweet dart in vain did pierce, his duty called, he willed.
 
 The Gold he loved, the Gold he served, Oh Gold take him in death.
 But comfort send to one he loved and called with his last breath.
 
 His hoarse voice joining others over the final lines, Daniel sang quietly by Lana as the last of the victims were loaded into the wagons. "Pack up my friends, brothers, and sisters, we are at war. We make for Haven this day." With a quiet prayer, Daniel mounted his horse and led them away from the grove.
Title: Re: Gifts of the Lord Protector
Post by: cbnicholson on August 30, 2011, 11:35:57 am
He'd ridden long and hard to make it back to Wayfare from Haven. He'd left Lt. Mulevy in charge after the man's sudden appearance early in the winter. Although retired the once trusty sargeant said he needed a break from the life of a farmer and husband and Daniel was more than happy to recommision him for a month or two.
 
 Entering the underground dwelling, he made his way up the familiar stairs. It was so very quiet without the children there, yet the familiarity was comforting. Making his way into the room he had shared with Bella, he paused and ran a finger along the old dresser. A bit of dust had accumulated, it seems Lana wasn't one to disturb things overmuch. Daniel frowned and walked out of the bedroom. A few strides brought him to his father's old desk and chair, exactly the same as he had left it many years ago.
 
 Daniel stood there, hand resting on the back of the white chair thinking. The path the Lord Protector had set before him had never been easy, instinctively, he knew such a path was to test him, yet must he be alone until he was reunited with his mother and the other faithful? He did not know. The Gold chooses one and only one for the lifetime, yet Bella had disapeared from his life, he accepted that fact and the old hurt that lingered from the seperation. Perhaps he should have handled her now obvious discontent differently, but now, it was far to late. He hoped she had received what she wanted in any event. Sighing, Daniel settled into the chair. It fit his frame almost perfectly and he couldn't help but smile remembering the soft notes of Lana voice singing old country songs to the children years before. The remembered notes lulled him into a brief nap and he felt much refreshed.
 
 He set to tidying the place the up, Sweeping, dusting, and taking out the trash. The new knee brace provided by the Prunillians kept his knee stable and he felt no pain these days from it. Much better, he thought to himself before baking a pie and leaving it for Lana in her pantry. Satisfied, he left and rode his horse toward Hempstead, he had a boat to catch to Mariners Hold.
Title: Re: Gifts of the Lord Protector
Post by: cbnicholson on August 31, 2011, 09:48:32 am
Blast it, the rug outside the guest room at the Buckle was much harder than the welcome carpet on the main floor, but a duty was a duty. Daniel flipped over to his right to ease the sore spot on his backside and adjusted his helm so the wing of it wouldn't be poking him in the temple as he rested his head on the padded neckbrace.
 
 As he lay there the settling sounds of the inn made creaking noises. Above it all was the soft sounds of bells striking the hour of three bells. All else was quiet. Frowning at a sudden impulse, Daniel stood and checked the door to the room behind him. Locked, he nodded his approval and looked up and down the dim hallway thinking about the way Lady Jillian had downplayed the threat Lady Saida had made as the woman was leaving. He had tried to explain the danger the woman represented, but Jillian, secure in her faith, did not seem overly concerned. In fact, the light in her eyes reminded him of her true inner beauty and he had said as much in quiet whispers by the main door earlier as they stood guard. Her reply had at least been a polite - I will think on it.
 
 Still, he had persuaded Jillian to not travel this night and instead take the guest room with an armed guard - himself. Knowing further real sleep was past him, Daniel murmured a quiet prayer and the hallway around him snapped into sharp focus. Sitting back down, he stretched his legs out in front of himself, easing his bad knee and leaned against the door. It was going to be a long three hours until dawn.
Title: Re: Gifts of the Lord Protector
Post by: cbnicholson on September 20, 2011, 09:43:05 am
Daniel gently closed the door to Justicar Reus' office, his expression thoughtful. His other hand clenched an archiac copy of the oaths sworn by the Holy warriors of his order. Underlined were the words "Thou shalt keep thyself chaste for the sake of her whom Rofirein has chosen for thee to love. "
Title: Re: Gifts of the Lord Protector
Post by: cbnicholson on September 27, 2011, 03:45:26 pm
Daniel lay awake in the double bed and tried to puzzle out what had awakened him.  He heard the birds singing outside, the hawkers selling thier wares, and there, there it was a near silent footfall and the dull thud of the door to the downstairs closing.  Ty was going out again for his morning run.   Daniel smiled and rolled over reaching for his vestments and boots.  It was past time for rising anyway.  Those who stayed in bed past the rooster's crow were either lazy or to ill to move to his mind.  He'd moved back to the home in Wayfare, partly to assauge his growing lonliness and partly to be within sounding of Captain Tunnings Office.  
 
 The first reason, he reflected, was more problematic than the latter.  It came to him while fighting giants in far off Northern Dregar.  Lana was at his side, per thier usual arrangement, striking about ferociously with her tamborine and singing a rousing battle tune all the while.  The wards granted to him by the Lord Protector encased them both as they fought back to back at times, his sword arm thrusting and slashing while his shield blocked blows meant for them both.  If he was of a more musical mind, he would say it was a duet of sorts, a dance with a deadly purpose.  Daniel grinned, Andrew was influencing his thinking it seemed.   Still, there was much to be said for such steadfastness and he wished he could give her more of himself, yet he was constrained both by his vow to his father to keep Lana safe and his own views of his failed marraige to Bella and the Gold's will.  No help for it, he would have to explain himself to her soon, he knew.
 
 As for Captain Tunnings, Keela had shown him the letter she found at the Bullseye Inn.  Alarming at best, it revealed a plot for further attacks on the trading post in Center.  He'd forwarded a copy to Reus and still awaited the High Justicar's counsel on the matter.  He simply hoped there would be time to uncover this supposed rogue Rofireinite in league with the orcs and the author of the note.  Until that time, his hope was that the mustering of Tunnings forces in Wayfare would alert him as well to any trouble brewing in Center.
 
 Those thoughts still in his mind, Daniel set out a flask of fresh milk, several fried eggs, toast, and few slices of cold ham on the table just as the door opened revealing Ty's return. "Good Morning." Daniel said with a smile.  It was nice to have someone in Charlie's old room again.
Title: Re: Gifts of the Lord Protector
Post by: cbnicholson on October 10, 2011, 03:02:31 pm
Sunra, Junar 1, 1488
 
 Many concerns beset me, yet I remain steadfast. Of late, a disasterous trip to the rift in which I allowed SehKy to take the lead. I say disasterous due to the final encounter with dark elves led all of us to the magic of the bindstones. I will speak to him more of it when next we meet. Lady Saida has laid some manner of curse upon Miss Melodious and perhaps the Silver Buckle. One of my brethen attempted to lift it, but it lingers still. Ferrit reported sightings of undead creatures at the Hempstead House. My personal investigations revealed nothing, yet with dilligence, I attempted to sanctify the house and cleanse it of evil spirits with holy water and prayer.
 Someone hateful to my order was posting rewards for the death of my brethen. By all accounts from the clerk in Vehl, Section Commander Jennara has gone in search of those that would take a protector's life. May she and the Gold's justice find them.
 
 Miss Breanna seeks to run from her past and her mistakes. I have counseled her to face her fears and be strong, and yet remain a friend. To this end Andrew and myself help procure the services of an illusionist, a woman named Yawa Ekat. Breanna hopes the woman can change her appearance and thereby hide, but I distrust such a notion. How can one hide from oneself? I have asked for any information from the temple about this woman, but letters take many weeks to come and go. May the Great Dragon give Breanna courage to face her personal challenges. More disturbing to myself personally is Keela and SehKy's reluctance to have anything to do with Breanna. To date, I have heard nothing of consequence, other than Keela hinting at dark actions on Breanna's part.
 
 Hope remains, whilst the temple moves slowly to investigate my reports of a traitor or false priest in our midst, the attacks on Center have stopped for now. Hempstead Council remains deaf to my pleas and reasoning that Center is worthy of their protection, yet Wayfare has sent men at arms to at least patrol the road. The Buckle food drive in conjuction with the Angels Guild was a great success. Nearly two million trues worth of foodstuffs have been sent to relieve the suffering of those hungry. It has meant a great debt for us, but it one we gladly pay to facilitate such a noble cause. I am grateful to my guildmates for their willingness to pursue my idea.
 
 Finally, the younger generation of adventurers, Protector Samantha Merrit, my own Charlie, Katelyn, Robb, Young Ty, and the myriad others whom I see in Center daily. They fill me with hope that when the common man's need is most dire, someone will be there to answer the call of duty.
Title: Re: Gifts of the Lord Protector
Post by: cbnicholson on October 19, 2011, 12:24:16 pm
I was attacked by those self serving bounty hunters! I find the whole episode a fitting end to a long night of ups and downs. Perhaps, however; I should begin at the beggining, eh?
 
 I made my way to the Arms where I was assured an amusing night at least for Andrew had once again arranged a sharing of tales. Upon entry, Andrew seemed in a fine mood ,even giddy, as he surprised me with a kiss upon my cheek. Blushing fiercely I made my way to a table, for mine was a serious mission, despite the levity of Andrew's foolishness. I carefully straightened the table cloth and felt for the ring in my robes. Heavy with gold and adorned with an emerald, it was my hope that Lana would accept it for what it was, a token of esteem, of friendship. My personal convictions would not allow for more. As I took my seat, more folk wandered in, greetings were exchanged, more light hearted banter. Andrew's mood was infectious and I found myself relaxing despite my apprehensions. Perhaps a glass of wine for us both, I thought as the man I recognized as Finn approached. His usual sour demeanor set aside for one of passing servitude, he asked me what I wanted.
 
 At that moment, a flash of gold and blue caught my eye from the entryway and I turned. Resplendid in a gown I had not seen before stood Lana, her hair turned up as it usually was, yet accented with a gold comb to make the gold thread highlights of her gown stand out even more against a medium blue. Her green eyes shown with a wisdom and a knowing that she did indeed look the part of a queen. I stood transfixed as I felt my will, my resolve weakening. She should have better, she deserved better. At that moment I almost cursed the Great Dragon's will but I did not. Be honest with her, with yourself fool. I thought to myself. What do you know of love? less than nothing. Reaffirm what is and let the rest go. My hand clenched the token in my pocket briefly before I made my way to her side and uttered the required phrases extolling her beauty. I escorted my dear friend to our table and signalled for wine from server Finn.
 
 I barely heard or comprehended the stories told after that moment so intent was I professing my feelings, attempting to clarify to Lana what it was I felt. In the end, the ring was given and the oath I gave my father was affirmed. She said she understood. I must leave it at that for at that moment a familiar form walked through the doorway. She made her appearance here. I sat stunned, my mind awhirl. Of course, this was Steel's Inn, she would be here. After months of no reports, no sightings, I had assumed she had moved on. I was clearly mistaken. Lana made noises to the affect she was to perform a story and I forced a smile and sat rigid as Lana told her story and Bella ate and drank at the bar.
 
 Andrew, sensing my distress or perhaps simply being more observant than most, sat down beside me. His humming carried in its notes a calming effect and I smiled gratefully at him as the magic took hold. I could think rationally again and what I had thought was a long healed scar was still a weeping wound underneath. "Steady old friend." He said, pausing in his humming melody. I reached for the glass of wine then shoved it away. There were no answers there. Instead I focused on Lana, still very aware of Bella as she said her goodbyes and made for the door.  My manner returned to the rigid and I could feel the hardness of my own eyes and jaw as she made her exit.  Once gone, my anger left me and I began to take in the tale Lana spun with her usual finesse.  Ragrian Bards and orcan tombs.  I smiled and offered my thoughts in a loud voice, "Good warriors, despite being Illsarian!" Andrew grinned from across the room where he had reseated himself next to Lady Elohanna.
 
 Lana finished her tale with a note that I agree with wholeheartedly, even those brutish as Orc kind possess a form of honor.  Dissents rang out from those around me.  Denials.  I moved quickly to help my dear friend from the stage.  I was growing tired yet something pricked my mind with fear.  The attacks against the Gold's faithful were by all accounts increasing and we had yet to make our way home from Leringard.  I professed tiredness to Lana and she agreed.  It was time to make for home in Wayfare.  As we bade our farewells and made the back door, I bid her to prepare herself for battle which she did by ducking into a unused room and changing into her usual attire, tambourine in hand.  We exited the Arms thus clad for battle, the full power of the Dragon bared and made for the Twin Dragons and a portal.  Eyes alight with the All Seeings vision, we made our way cautiously until nearly upon the door to the Twin Dragons.  A flash of steel caught my eye and I opened my mouth to protest, to reason, to even attempt persuasion, yet it was Lana, dear Lana who reacted with the proper amount of violence in defense who came to my aid, handily smiting the ruffian upon his brow with the force of the Great Dragon's strength behind her blow.  He was felled nearly instantly.
 
 What followed (http://forums.layonara.com/rumour-has/284566-reward.html) was what to be expected and now I sit, a guard, in my own dwelling awaiting Ty's return from whatever night haunts he has sought.  Dawn is not long off.
Title: Re: Gifts of the Lord Protector
Post by: cbnicholson on March 03, 2012, 10:32:05 pm
By the Dragon he was tired.  The interview he'd had with Rose had left him disturbed.  Some evil was behind it, yet Miss Rose herself was unable to grant much clarity on the matter other than a vague description of a crow haired man with red eyes.  At times, she was semi lucid, yet still not herself.  Near as Daniel could tell she was acting out various parts, some past master, herself, killer, and victim.  Still, he'd done what his heart and the tenets of the Gold bid him to do.  He'd dutifully submitted his report to the Temple in regards to her condition and was gratified to find that Knight Naldin possessed a reasonable explanation, if a chilling one, for speaking of removing Rose's hand.  The matter was behind him now unless more attacks took place in Center, until then, he'd left Sargeant Denier in charge of the Knights and gone about his business promising to check in a weeks time.
Title: Re: Gifts of the Lord Protector
Post by: cbnicholson on May 26, 2012, 05:29:51 pm
A sheet of parchment is inserted into the journal. Written in a neat list is what follows:
 
 Curse of the Destroyer
 
 Sect of Pyrtechnon created a flawless red ruby called Blood Fire(rough dimensions and a crude sketch in the margin) in the era before Sinthar Bloodstone.  It's purpose was to spread destruction though all it came into contact with or were in proximity.  Specifically it caused a great curse to befall on the people in which they were stuck down by a plague like fever and burned from the inside out.  Healers attempted to cure this malady but such was the nature of the curse that it sometimes infected them as well.  This curse was mostly unresponsive to all known healing magic of that time and even to intercession of the gods in removing curse. (apparently rarely tried as it was thought to be a plague and not a curse.)
 
 The Rofirein Church summoned a great host of allies to make a counter curse of sorts in the form of an amulet called Life's Tear.  It's components and making were a summation of all those Pyrtechnon viewed as enemies.
 
 1. First coin of profit made by Deliar. (May have the original , in care of the numinists of Aragen possibly)
 
 2. A flawless Emerald, cut and sanctified by the Priests of Beryl.
 
 3. Metal of a Hero's axe designed and fashioned by those of the Illsarian faith.
 
 3.  Ritual of the necklace's making and the complete list of components used held by the Lucindites.
 
 4. Dragon's Blood was supplied by the Rofireinites.
 
 5. Blood of a True Saint supplied by the Toranites.
Title: Re: Gifts of the Lord Protector
Post by: cbnicholson on June 16, 2012, 11:26:33 pm
Daniel dozed his Knight's claw rested heavily on his robed knees as reclined in his father's old white chair at 189 Wayfare. Bella had returned looking a wane and tired, yet strangely more alive in some way than before. She was torn, her ghosts and regrets troubled her. He'd given what absolution he could as a man and a husband but was forced to admit that the Dragon does not know mercy. There was nothing that could be done for her regrets in the eyes of the Gold. They talked long into the night of those very regrets, the death of two children, their feelings about the same. Many times , Daniel refused his anger and withheld his judgement and was rewarded with an honest apology and a confession. "I am sorry I ran away."
 
 Her life's thread was running out, she was not afraid of the end, but was afraid to leave so much unfinished between then. Pity that his heart's flame had long ago grown dim for the one Rofirein had chosen. Still, enough was there to offer sanctuary, sustenance, and a willing ear. Even as he dozed, Daniel's brow furrowed. Perhaps she would find rest under this roof, perhaps she would not. In truth, she needed to forgive herself for her past, not ask for his. Coming roughly from his rest in the moments before sunrise, Daniel walked to the door of Charlie's room and opened it a crack, peering in. "Bella, it is nearly dawn. I have a small breaking of your fast prepared should you require it, then you should go." Daniel spoke the words quietly but firmly.
Title: Re: Gifts of the Lord Protector
Post by: cbnicholson on July 05, 2012, 02:29:59 pm
A list of elvish words is inserted in the journal along with a small note: Ask a elvish guildmate to speak them so your pronunciation is not so ghastly.
 
 Iracce
 Veewfaa
 le
 aala
 Oema
 Vmaaanelva
 ylwmlaanillwelv
 tyilanealnya
 irilana
 oailm
 illvam
 filfeala
 seaniram
 oilamram
 fmeaniram
 lealaanam
 
 
 I have asked our newest guildmate, Aden, to teach myself and Lana elvish. I despair at some of the words pronunciations, but marvel at the ease in which Lana seems to pick them up. Perhaps it is simply that she has had some childhood experience with the language or even her elvish blood that aids her. I cannot say. For my own part, I will continue discipline my mind and tongue until mastery. Father's journal will help with the words, but it will take a living teacher for the rest.
 
 Daniel
Title: Re: Gifts of the Lord Protector
Post by: cbnicholson on July 07, 2012, 06:58:40 am
*more words and some phrases added with the word* PRACTICE!

amecw - wild

Iream ilma aey? - How are you?

E ills Ceelaca - I am lovely. (blasted elf!)

Cilill - Lana

Wileac - Daniel


Title: Re: Gifts of the Lord Protector
Post by: cbnicholson on July 12, 2012, 03:02:07 pm
Sunra, Seplar 22, 1500
 A new age is upon us, one of hunger and many dangers yet of hope. My charges continue to grow despite the simple fare Lana and I are able to provide in these hard times. Jo is walking now, albeit with a limp. I feared his leg will never heal completely after Reb assaulted him, but with time, healing prayers and much patience his recovery is assured. Of all the children, he will be a great archer given enough practice. Jo has the makings of a knight in him and I plan to train him harder than the rest in sword and shield. Of the girls, Martha and Emil, Lana has taken them under her wing and taught them her songs and what gem lore she has to teach. I have given them the basics in archery and while they seem to enjoy the instruction, but they lack enthusiasm for the task. I have heard nothing further of Reb since his fleeing. I pray for his safety daily.
 
 Mine own path lies before me and I take up its challenges with vigor I have not felt in many years of service to the Gold. I dare not write details even here, but Lana is supporting me strongly and I am content to take the path before myself. Both Lana and myself continue to strive to master the few Elvish words we have learned with the help of our mutual friends.
 
 Daniel.
Title: Re: Gifts of the Lord Protector
Post by: cbnicholson on July 26, 2012, 04:19:47 pm
*a short list in elvish on parchment is inserted between pages*

ela, amame, anirmaa, oeym, oeela. - one, two, three, four, five

silla - many.
Title: Re: Gifts of the Lord Protector
Post by: cbnicholson on November 13, 2012, 02:52:06 pm
Daniel's eyes had long closed and his six foot two frame had slumped in the white chair when the door to the room slowly opened. Cautiously, the young man advanced acrossed the rug only stopping once as a loud snore ripped loose from Daniel's mouth. Smirking, the young man crept foward and opened the cabinet, the source of wealth he sought in this humble home. Taking his prize in both hands he inhaled then sighed with pleasure. As he did so, Charlie realized the snoring had stopped. Mere seconds later, he felt a strong hand on his shoulder and he stood very still.
 
 "You do know if you wished for apple pie that badly, all you had to do is asked, eh boy?" Daniel's deeper tones asked with a touch of humor. "This act of larceny is hardly called for. Still, I see that your skills of stealth have remained despite the years. This is good, but I prefer dealing with those I can see plainly " With that, warm light fills the room at a word from the old priest. "Now come and sit and eat like a man and not some skulker come to rob me. I have a task for you, one you may even enjoy."
 
 Charlie took the offered seat across from his Da and began eating hungrily. It seemed like years since he'd eaten something this good. In fact, it had been mere months, but a diet of roasted meat and fish on a fire is good preparation for truly enjoying a baked treat like Da's apple pie. "So, what's the job?" He asks between mouthfuls.
 
 "I need you to find someone, a seer. Someone I believe you know, Charlie. A Miss Rose of Leringard." Daniel says softly. I have reason to believe her life is in grave danger and that she may have some answer to a riddle. Suffice it to say, your job is to merely try to locate her and assure she lives. You are at no time to contact her directly or if you think you are being followed, you are leave off trying to find her. If and when this is done, and I suspect no more than a months time to pass at most in this. I expect you to report to Storold in person. He too, is deeply concerned. Do you understand, Son?" Daniel's expression is earnest as he continues, "At no time are you to endanger yourself or her."
 
 Charlie's mind turns the request over and he nods, "Sure thing, Da. Recon Leringard, find Rose, tell old man Storold she's a'right. Got it. Now um, ya gonna pay me in pie or true, I take either. Fer yerself, I'll even give a special rate..say two apple pies and a cherry." He flashes his father an entirely insincere crooked grin.
 
 With an exasperated sigh, Daniel hands the young man a wrapped package, taken from the same cabinet pilfered earlier "Only the one pie, your favorite, plus a few potions to help. Use them wisely. Now if you are quite finished eating, I would like very much to get some more sleep." Daniel stands and gives Charlie's shoulder a pat before settling back into his chair. "Dragon shelter you, Charlie. I trust you will not disturb Lana or the other children as you leave."
Title: Re: Gifts of the Lord Protector
Post by: cbnicholson on November 21, 2012, 10:17:22 am
Sunra, Augra 15, 1506
 
 "Elane anira ceviran eo aeym ceela oem anira tyaetyca eo anirela amemcw ama laanaty, ane oecceam anira tyilanir aey laaan fa aeym amecc."
 
 Daniel looked at the words he'd written, saying each in turn. He knew their meaning by heart, yet throughout his struggles to learn Elvish, he'd always felt there was a feeling or perhaps a different view that lie just beyond his ken. Despite his attempts to make the words as a prayer form, a technique he'd learned at the temple for learning prayers to the Gold, the cadence of the words strung together still eluded him. He sounded as a child, a dim witted Elvish child, if there was ever such a thing. Sighing, Daniel put his face in his hands.
 
 Lana's gentle voice reached his ears as he felt a hand on his shoulder, "Try singing, Daniel. Your voice may be untrained, but I always find Elvish much easier if I sing the words." Daniel turned to look into her green eyes before replying.
 
 "Of course, your mother and father are fluent, and your voice is highly trained. You, my dear Lana, are nearly fluent yourself. Ceelaca ils Cilill." He grinned knowing she knew his meaning. "That comes easily enough, eh? Yet, I will try as you suggest, only.. If you agree to sing with myself and cover my horrible notes." Lana nods and begins.
 
 "Elane Anira ceviran.." As they finish the words of the oath in Elvish together, a third presence is felt in the room.
 
 "That was beautiful!" Jo exclaimed, clearly overcome. "Um, sorry to bother you sir, ma'am, but Sir Daniel promised me a sword lesson."
Title: Re: Gifts of the Lord Protector
Post by: cbnicholson on November 26, 2012, 01:32:30 pm
Daniel sidestepped the overhand blow and then stepped back in, shield leading to give Jo a shove. Reacting quicker than expected, Jo simply stepped around the attack and drove his hilt guard point past the now angled shield to poke the shoulder brace of Daniel
Title: Re: Gifts of the Lord Protector
Post by: cbnicholson on November 26, 2012, 01:34:53 pm
Daniel sidestepped the overhand blow and then stepped back in, shield leading to give Jo a shove. Reacting quicker than expected, Jo simply stepped around the attack and drove his hilt guard point past the now angled shield to poke the shoulder brace of Daniel's armor, giving it a good scratch. "Blast and bother it all! Jo, you have learned all I can teach you of swordplay. Point to you and good form, Lad." Daniel's smile through the faceguard was enough praise by itself, but the outburst reinforced Jo's determination.
 
Daniel was proud of his charge. In the two years he'd been training Jo, the boy had grown into a man of seventeen winters, tall and strong, with
chiseled features and intense green eyes. Jo had attracted the looks and admiration of many of the lasses in Wayfare, but had remained true to the training Daniel put him to including the optional(Daniel never insisted merely invited) devotions every dawn to the Lord Protector. Perhaps it was the love Daniel lavished on all four of them or perhaps the special healing he used to help Jo heal, but Jo felt a closeness to the Dragon, the other children did not.
 
Stepping back, Jo snapped his preferred blade, a two and a half sword, vertically in salute to his instructor. "Another go, Sir Daniel? Or does your knee trouble you?" he asks with sincerity but with a touch of grin, knowing that any questioning of the old Knight's ability to stand and fight would be met with fierce pride.
 
"Why you young, impetuous.." a stream of grumbles comes forth and Daniel snaps off his own salute before leading with his blade this time, all sense of training patience gone from his movements. Eyes wide, Jo did what came naturally, he sidestepped. Due to the suddenness of the lunge, his hands came up as Daniel passed. Thrusting out on pure instinct, Jo was horrified to hear the loud ping of hilt making contact with the back of Daniel's helm. With nary a word, the older man drops to the training ground stones.
 
"Sir Daniel!" Jo cried, dropping his blade to the ground and kneeling by his adoptive father. With great gentleness, Jo removed the distinctive winged helm and felt for injury. Fingers probing, Jo was dismayed to find a lump the size of a goose's egg. "Get Lana and be quick!" He instructs his younger sister and she runs to find their adoptive mother. Cradling the old priests head in his lap, Jo thinks about the lessons Daniel has been teaching him and what they mean. As he does so he feels a presence, a warmth in his breast. The warmth travels down his arms and into the hands cradling Daniel's head. Daniel's eyes snap open.
 
"Jo lad." Daniel says with great seriousness. "I believe it may be time to introduce you to the instructors at the Temple in Vehl."
Title: Re: Gifts of the Lord Protector
Post by: cbnicholson on January 16, 2013, 10:23:55 am
A shivering Daniel sat by the fire in center. Three dunks in the ice cold creek had cooled the physical ardor, but still he was deeply troubled. Until last night he had kept his vow in regards to Lana, but seeing her in her full beauty had stirred feelings in him he had thought gone with Bella. A good thing both of them had limited thier intake of wine and that Lana had better sense. "I will not see you disavowed." She had said and for that he was grateful, but still could the Dragon be so cruel? He was not certain of anything.
 
 Daniel removed a scrap of paper given to him by Justicar Reus. "Thou shalt keep thyself chaste for the sake of her whom Rofirein has chosen for thee to love. " He read it three times then slowly lowered the scrap into the waiting fire. He was no paladin, no chosen of the Dragon. He was a man, a man of faith yes, but still a man. Daniel bowed his head and wept quietly, seeking catharsis, awaiting a sign from the fire in his heart that was the Lord Protector.
Title: Re: Gifts of the Lord Protector
Post by: cbnicholson on January 28, 2013, 02:14:25 pm
Faint vibrations of harp song are heard from 189 Wayfare - strum strum, strum, punctuated by the occasional muffled curse of "Confound it, Andrew!" followed by a prayer. Neighbors wonder if the place is haunted, these happenings go late into the night but then they speak of seeing Daniel painfully laboring at practice of all things a shining harp.
Title: Re: Gifts of the Lord Protector
Post by: cbnicholson on February 13, 2013, 08:15:51 am
Daniel returns from Vehl, clutching finalized documents of his divorce, a spring in his step as he bounds up the stairs to the small apartment at 189 Wayfare. "Lana, I have good news!" He smiles as he comes into the main room.
Title: Re: Gifts of the Lord Protector
Post by: cbnicholson on February 14, 2013, 08:24:20 am
Daniel left Lana warm and snuggled into thier combined bedrolls with a tender kiss and began donning his armor.  It wasn't quite dawn yet, but he needed time to prepare for the day.  His companions lay about the fire, but he noticed Andrew was awake at the edge of the light.  His rapier was on his hip, but in his hands was Bella, his beloved violin.  Walking slowly to keep the noise of his armor down, Daniel approached his friend.
 
 "Good Morn, Andrew." He smiled in the dim pre dawn light, " I hope you slept well.  Today is going to be an eventful day, my friend." Daniel gestured to the ruined opening of the fabled Broken Halls where he and his companions had traveled to to study a rumored statue of Ilsare.
Title: Re: Gifts of the Lord Protector
Post by: RollinsCat on February 14, 2013, 11:17:39 am
"Good hellishly-early-to-be-morning, Daniel."  Sitting near his wife who remains cocooned in blankets and bedroll, the bard's voice still holds the deepness of sleep; his friend Bella sings in lightly whispered bow-strokes of love that has waited and finally been released.  He smiles at his friend of decades.  "I wonder at this pilgrimage.  Ilsare works in many strange and wonderful ways.  Three couples...one only recently free to be what they are meant to be - "  A warm glance at Lana and then Daniel again.  "It bodes well for our discoveries here, I think.  Tell me, are you permitted to wed again?"
Title: Re: Gifts of the Lord Protector
Post by: cbnicholson on February 14, 2013, 01:36:21 pm
He nods, "I am, and Lana has agreed." Daniel smiles, years dropping from his face. "We have only just discussed it, you see, but I was hoping to have Elohanna or Alazira officiate this time." He puts a hand on the bard's shoulder, and I would be honored if you have it at the Buckle and stand by myself.  What say you?"
Title: Re: Gifts of the Lord Protector
Post by: RollinsCat on February 14, 2013, 02:00:22 pm
"There is nothing in this world that would stand between me and seeing you wed to true love, Daniel.  The Silver Buckle is honored to hold your nuptials."  He slips Bella in her case - Amati is recovering from an A string surgery, the result of an attempted banishment of a bad night's dreams - and reaches up for Daniel's hand, half to shake, half to get some help hauling the bard to his feet.  It is insanely early to be awake, after all.
Title: Re: Gifts of the Lord Protector
Post by: cbnicholson on February 14, 2013, 03:04:24 pm
With a grin, Daniel pulls Andrew to his feet easily, "Perhaps I am mistaken, but your contenance tells me you would rather still be abed, my friend. If this is so, I am up for the day and can assume your watch.  Rest easy, the All Seeing is aptly named." Daniel murmurs a prayer and a tell tale light glow in his eyes. " After all, I want my best man and wedding coordinator well rested." he finishes dryly.
Title: Re: Gifts of the Lord Protector
Post by: RollinsCat on February 14, 2013, 03:33:50 pm
"Then I shall put my trust in Golden eyes."  From his newly acquired verticality he crouches near his bedroll, slipping off metal-reinforced boots and squirming in next to Minu.  She wiggles in either sleepy resignation to the invasion of warm space or in waking, he cannot tell, and is not awake himself long enough to find out.
Title: Re: Gifts of the Lord Protector
Post by: cbnicholson on February 15, 2013, 12:18:12 pm
"Sleep well my friend." He murmurs and moves to the edge of the campsite, scanning outward for intruders and other dangers.  Satisfied, his gaze shifts to the heavens where it rests on the Gold's Eye. "Thank you , Great Dragon." He whispers to the star.
Title: Daniel shifted in the small
Post by: cbnicholson on February 19, 2013, 01:34:25 pm

Daniel shifted in the small tent he shared with Lana among Krellins tents.  With a smile, he kissed her softly on the cheek then fully extracted himself from their combined bedroll.  It had been a long time, too long, perhaps since he'd felt such things.  Tucking his blanket back around her to ward off the coolness of the desert night, he snatched his robes from the pile at the entrance and stood outside.  Immediately he heard a titter of laughter to his left and peering into the pre dawn light he spied a halfling female, who was laughing obviously at his state of undress.  With a laugh of his own, he shrugged into his robes.  Let them laugh, he thought.  I am happy for the first time in many years.

Title: Fall, 1524? I realized I have
Post by: cbnicholson on October 23, 2013, 03:27:16 pm

Fall, 1524?


I realized I have forgotten the count of seasons that have passed.  Sad to say, but I seem to have mostly retired in the intervening years.  Aye, I still work at some of my crafts and fullfull a rare order with the Angels, and the occasional adventure with Lana, my beloved songstress.   


In truth, it is my sons in name if not blood, Jo and Charlie who continue to go forth into the world.   Both are alike and different at the same time.  Charlie reminds me of mine own father, but his enthusiasm is tempered by my own influence.  While not wise, his natural ambitions drive him.  I worry, but know that his fate is firmly in his own hands with my prayers to the Gold for his protection always.   Jo remains the perfect son, but I know the Dragon will test him every day on his vows and oaths.  Still, I am proud of them both for being men who listen to their own hearts.


I am content with this, it is, as it should be.


Daniel Benjamin Poetr


High Protector and Knight Captain of the Wyrm.


 


 

Title: Sleep draws you down quickly
Post by: cbnicholson on November 22, 2013, 08:59:53 am

Sleep draws you down quickly into an inky blackness. There is no transition; your eyes close and then there is nothing but black. You feel detached...disembodied, floating in a desolate and unending void, fully aware but with nothing to make the passage of time.


...You float...


...and then there is light.


Your mind explodes in pain from the sudden brightness. At first, you can only see light and vague shapes.


...and there is sound.


The flutter and hiss of every leaf and every blade of grass, as individual sounds, resonate in your mind.


Your vision clears, slowly. Your mind still spins from the sensations that assault you. Your vision is not what you expect, and instead you see everything in every direction at one time.


You see a wagon, and several people. One is you. Several run.


...and a voice that is yours rings in your ears, though you do not speak.


Halt! Or be slain!


Your mind reels, pain saturates your entire being and your vision blurs and spins briefly before settling again.


You see the cart again, and a woman bound. Several stand around her. One is you. Your voice again coming from the you that you see.


He dishonored our order, death is too easy a sentence for him, I say.


And again.


Perhaps you should whisper in that one's ear, my dear?


Your world explodes in pain as the very air shatters around you, and you nearly black out completely as you begin to slide back into the inky void.


Your vision clears.


Your mind calms.


You see the bound one again.


One of the others strikes her. You feel the impact. Your world spins again.


The others speak. You hear them, but they are muted and indistinct.


The image of yourself in your vision is the only thing you see clearly. Your actions and your inaction are seen in exacting detail. Your voice rings clearly.


Brother Aesthir would be within his rights to simply execute the criminal


Your vision clears somewhat, letting you see more again.


The bound one slips her bindings. There is a glint of a blade in your panoramic view. The you that you see sees it too, and that you slaps it away. One of the others topples the prisoner with magic. You recoil from the force. Your voice rings again.


As I said, a criminal. She was about to attack a Knight of the Wyrm.


One of the others strikes the magically-subdued prisoner. You feel every impact at your core. On the third strike, all is blackness.


...but it is not empty.


There is sound... Words...in your voice and in the voices of others, some familiar, some not. Words overlap, but some are clearer than others.


Virture....Honor...Justice....Evil...Protect...Law


You hear sermons given by clergy. You hear oaths you have taken. To Rofirein. To the Order.


The voices fade, and your vision brightens. A scene takes shape before you...around you.


It is a trial.


You feel a weight upon your being, pressing at you from all sides.


You see yourself. You see the others. You see the once-bound woman. You see it all. You see it twice.


In one, the woman enters at your side. The trial unfolds before you, though you cannot hear. Moments pass, blur and remain indistinct. The trial ends, and there is a mixture of feelings. The weight surrounding you ebbs and disappears, but yet there is a sense of loss, or perhaps, a sense of consequence. All is muted and grey.


In the other, the woman enters at the side of Another. The trial unfolds before you, though you cannot hear. Moments pass, blur and remain indistinct. The trial ends, and there is blackness. You fall, and the sensation of falling does not end for some time.


Your fall slows and stops, and you float again in an infinite void of nothing. Time passes but you cannot measure it.


In the distance, you see points of light. The pattern is familiar and one you see each night. Have they always been there? Almost imperceptibly, they begin to fade.


And there is a voice. It is not yours. It comes from everywhere and nowhere. It is big...bigger than you can comprehend...yet it is not loud. It speaks only a single word.


CHOOSE


You awaken with the word hanging in your mind. Unlike falling asleep, your return to consciousness is abrupt, sharp and jarring. The sensations of the real world crash in on you and press down on you like a weight of sand. Your skin is wet with sweat and your body shakes. For a couple of minutes it is all you can do to control your breathing as your heart seems to do its best to jump from your chest.


At last you are calm. It is still dark and the night is deep. It is still several hours before dawn, but you do not find sleep again for the remainder of the night.


Daniel paces the small apartment until dawn, his bootsteps counterpointing his heartbeat as they tread the wooden floor. His mind going over the images and feelings he experienced in the night.  Finally, as the sun makes it appearance, he pens a note,


Lana,


I have gone to Vehl Temple, something has occurred to anger the Dragon and I must make amends as I am able.  I shall send word, in a few weeks time.


Yours in the Dragon,


Daniel.

Title: Letter dispatched from Vehl
Post by: cbnicholson on December 12, 2013, 04:32:07 pm

Letter dispatched from Vehl to 189 Wayfare, Attention: Aylana Poetr

Beloved Lana,

It has been a week since I left hurriedly and I have but little news.  It seems I am not be formally charged for the worries I spoke of to you those many weeks ago, but my superiors in both the priesthood and Knighthood are not pleased.  I cannot say more than that, not on paper, but I trust you know my heart in all things and perhaps a little of my mind.  I shall write again soonest.

Yours in the Dragon,

Daniel.

 

Title: Daniel dismounts Edward and
Post by: cbnicholson on December 15, 2013, 10:54:21 am

Daniel dismounts Edward and gives him a slow brushing, then stakes him out on the hill in Wayfare.  Making his way into the apartment, he sits down in his father's white chair and removes the spurs, the symbol of his Knighthood, and gently sets them on the journal of his father.  "At least the Section Commander said I would be reinstated in time." He muses pulling the Knight Claw from its sheath on his hip and setting in the corner next to the desk. "Until then, I am what precisely?"  Daniel folds his hands in his lap, lips pursed as he contemplates what has occurred.

 

Title: Long hours pass, Daniel
Post by: cbnicholson on December 19, 2013, 03:33:11 pm

Long hours pass, Daniel remains locked in deep thought, the apartment empty and quiet.  Finally, he frowns and pens a letter explaining all that has occurred to Lana with a simple "P.S.  Look for me in Vehl.  A penance must be paid in service."  With that he divests himself of all his Knightly gear, leaving it in a chest in his room.  Taking up his staff, he makes for the squalid city on the Mistonian coast.


(some weeks later)


An older man, wearing white to grey robes with staff takes a job as a ship loader on the docks.  He works tirelessly, but at the end of his shift takes long walks through the narrow streets of Vehl.  He says little unless pressed and those who study him, note he seems to miss very little, whether it is a petty crime in an alley near, the cries of harlots calling for custom, or the laments of beggars.  Several weeks to a month go by and still the old man takes his walks, slowly becoming familiar if not known to those who live in the squalor.


 

Title: Several months go by and the
Post by: cbnicholson on December 26, 2013, 10:58:09 am

Several months go by and the old man now has a ragged beard and cloak to go with his now grey robes, the faded symbol of a dragon can still be made out on his chest.  He continues his walks, occasionally stopping to talk to various street persons.  When asked who is , he simply responds that he is a protector and offers healing of the mundane variety.  If refused he moves on without a word.  He seems to be living in an alley behind the orphanage most of the time and carries few valuables other than few rings and a medallion he keeps carefuly covered and next to his skin at all times.   Mostly, he remains watchful, adding the guards and temple guardians to his observations.

Title: Daniel's observations
Post by: cbnicholson on December 27, 2013, 02:34:06 pm

Daniel's observations continue for several weeks.  Finally, he makes his way to the temple.  Justicar Reus recognizes him immediately, but says nothing as Daniel makes his way to the altar in his grubby robes.  Bowing his head, Daniel speaks quietly almost in prayer, "All - Seeing, you have seen what I have seen and more."  Daniel pauses and looks up at the figure of the Dragon, "I have prayed many times and always I have felt your fire burn inside my chest, but I feel now that I have displeased you and have sought humility among the common people, to see this world through their eyes.  I cannot say I have liked what I saw nor can I imagine have you.  Perhaps I have lost my way or perhaps..just perhaps your gifts were never meant for one such as I.  I have changed over the years whereas you have not.  I see this now very clearly.  In my hubris, I assumed you answered my prayers because I was in the right, but now I am filled with doubt.  Doubt in my path, doubt in my faith, doubt about all that I was and am.  To this doubt, I lay one question at your feet, Great Dragon, what is your will?  Is there room for many voices in your order, some of them in dissent, or shall I resign myself as an outcast and no longer call myself your servant?"  Daniel stops there, the long months of living a hard life overwhelming him and he sleeps for a time undisturbed.

Title: A gentle hand shook his
Post by: cbnicholson on December 31, 2013, 09:14:52 am

A gentle hand shook his shoulder, and Daniel was instantly awake. "Daniel, wake up, it's me, Lana.  Mother sent me to get you, you're needed at the Guild."


'Oh bother' was his first thought , his second was one of embarrassment.  He'd been living like a street person for months and while not a captain presently, still had some rank, as in the stink variety.  Still, this was Lana and she had come for him.  Daniel opened his eyes and shifted taking in the beautiful raven haired woman with his eyes, "Hello Dear," scratching his silvering scraggly beard - it really had grown in thick without a razor to tame it, "What does Ferrit need this time?"


"Barly flour, corn, silver...", Lana's melodic voice  droned on with a ever growing list.


Daniel glanced back to the altar and the towering symbol of the Dragon for a moment, digesting this before turning back to his wife, "I have dishonored myself, dear, I'm being punished and am no longer a Knight nor the High Protector I once was, do you understand?" 


Lana shook her head slightly grinning, "What I understand is that you need a bath - you stink,  and I think you've been here long enough, dear.  Oh, and I saw Storold in Center, I think you should talk to him.  Now get up and let's find a portal. " There was steel in her voice now on the last, perhaps it was time to give over this non serving self pity before she decided something more drastic than words.  Lana didn't often show her temper, but when she did it was fiery and ice cold all at once. It was part of her charm he thought with a small grin.


"Yes dear." Daniel rose and led them both to a portal.  Once in Center, Lana gave him a firm shove in the direction of the stream.  After a good wash, Daniel had to admit he did feel better, rubbing his face, he found Lana picking barly by the Herbalist's hut. "And the beard, love?"


"Keep it, it's almost long enough to be soft.  Did you see Storold warming his bench by the Inn?"


"Aye, I did."


"Go speak to him then we can decide where to go next, Daniel." Her tone, once again, dissauded any real argument.


Daniel approached the man, noting while still bald, he hadn't lost any more hair despite being some years Daniels senior.  The bench, lacking a backside to polish for so long had lost some of its luster, but that was sure to be remedied.  The master of sitting had returned.  "Sir, do you have a few moments?   I have some questions."


The back and forth of their conversation was only broken once by Lana returning with a small bag of flour.  In the end, despite his doubts, the old man spoke sense.  There was room for many points of view under any order, there simply had to be.  After all, mortals are flawed and can never truly know the mind of a god or goddess, much less be in perfect agreement.  All they can do is strive to that ideal.  Relieved by the revelation, Daniel thanked Storold and turned to Lana. "Silver eh? I think we can manage that my dear."


 

Title: Resplendant in freshly worked
Post by: cbnicholson on January 03, 2014, 10:30:55 am

Resplendant in freshly worked dark gold armor, the winged helm tucked under one arm, Knight's Claw at his side,   Daniel makes his way up the main aisle of the temple in Vehl.   Pausing to  nod to Justicar Reus, he awaits the Elder Protectors acknowledgment before continuing to the altar.  Justicar Reus smiles briefly at him before turning back to his discussion with an underpriest.


Kneeling, Daniel sets his sword before him and pays his respects.  As he does so, he speaks quietly, "Never again, Great Dragon, do I wish to feel your ire.  I am chastised, but stand ready once more to do your will."  As the words are said, there is a change in the room, a warming of spirit more than anything visual and several present turn to view the man kneeling.  There is something both earthy and newly emphemeral about Daniel, a humbleness rarely seen in one of his station.  Quiet strength and patience mixed with new found wisdom and determination.   With a nod and some unheard voice, Daniel rises and leaves the temple.

Title: As Daniel waits for a
Post by: cbnicholson on October 10, 2014, 09:28:45 am

As Daniel waits for a librarian at Bydel Castle, his attention turns inward.  Finding a quiet corner, not difficult in the library, he bows his head, "Great Dragon, All Seeing, you above all must know what transpires, if this change in the heavens represents a threat to the people, grant me the wisdom and knowledge to protect them." His simple prayer done, Daniel takes in his surroundings carefully as he waits once again.

 

Title: A barely constrained Daniel
Post by: cbnicholson on October 21, 2014, 01:04:26 pm

A barely constrained Daniel paces the library floor, not bothering to step aside for the librarians as they make their way through the aisles.  Instead, the librarians and scholars of Aragen simply step around him and continue on, like a semi colon in a very long sentence.  Every now and again, Daniel stops and acknowledges the presence of one of them, looking hopeful,  then continues his pacing afer he receives a shrug.  Clearly, a man of action with his Knights Claw firmly on his hip, lost in a sea of contemplation, Daniel's patience is being tested.  Finally he stops at the head librarians desk and calms himself, "Still nothing, Ma'am? No insights, revelations as to the c0nstellations?"  he asks.

"No, nothing, but rest assured we will continue to study the matter.  Truth is, Sir Knight, most of us have moved on to other areas of study.  The pages of the book demanding turning, as we like to say.  I simply cannot justify keeping so many scholars on this task when there is so little else to go on."  The librarian, like many of her ilk, reminds Daniel of his own past and history.  Ink stained robes and fingers, but they seem to lack passion, or perhaps they are simply more restrained than he ever was, even then.  The librarian continues,   "Rest assured we shall keep a few on this task, perhaps you should return to Vehl and seek your own answers there, Sir."

"Are you trying to be rid of me?" Daniel asks his lips curving in a bemused expression as he notes her dispassionate features not move an inch. "Nevermind, I can see I am but one of many seeking answers where few can be found.  Aye, perhaps it would be best if I returned to my own fold.  I would ask for the curtesy of a letter should anything relevant be found?"

"Of course, sir.  Now if you don't mind, I am needed in the archives.   Good day." All delivered in a monotone.    Knowing himself and his limits, Daniel simply offers a pained smile and makes for the stables.  It was worth a try to visit Aragen's Temple.

Title: It all seems so strange.  The
Post by: cbnicholson on November 19, 2014, 01:00:00 pm

It all seems so strange.  The constellations shifting, his reimergence from a staid life in Wayfare.  Yet, he had to admit that it was better than watering the plants, this life of adventure, as long as the spirit clings to the sinew.  Daniel thought with a twitch of his silver white mustache.  Wry humor, love, and duty -  these have become my true shield against the melancholy of age. 

There were other compensations to this life.  Meeting Andrew's ward, Lola , was one such.  Like most young people, she seemed full of life and passion, if a bit shy and distracted.  Her magic was as Lana's, wild and self contained and he could tell she questioned and struggled with it, much as Lana did at first.  Smiling at the thought, Daniel paused in his writing, "I am certain she will manage in good time, Dragon willing."

Back to the matter at hand.  There is a large group of us investigating various threads regarding the constellations, yet I am most certain cross purposes abound.  For example, Sty as he calls himself.  I have prayed for the Dragon's insight and found no friend of the Gold in that man, yet I am constrained by my own belief that actions and words, not impressions, are the only true testimony that can be used to judge.  Yet, the man's interest in examining the dead does seem abnormally intent even for a mortician, which he admitted having some knowledge of the field.  He bears watching, that one, as we conclude our trip to Vanavar and see Biele's grandfather laid to ground.

 

Title: *a mismash of notes relevant
Post by: cbnicholson on December 29, 2014, 03:00:07 pm

*a mismash of notes relevant to various events Daniel has participated in*

Aa-ry-Elf found near death at the Aragen Temple in Bydel Castle.  Later died. First victim of Liquid Death/Rot?   Dsearilaney

Family: Biele (sister) Ilselferi Dsearilaêny(grandfather-deceased due to age, curious manifestation during interview).  Location: Vanavar.

_________________________________________________________________________________________

Shadison?

Silverthout?

Mind's Quintet?

Horses?

__________________________________________________________________________________________

Daniel carefully sets the original letter from Ilselferi aside intact, pausing only to examine the burnt markings in the parchment both with his inner sight for the Al'noth and with a piece of gnomish glass.  His best guess was that some sort of hot poker was pushed through the parchment.  No matter, the burnt marking about the size of a finger hole did not impact the shaky elvish writing in any way important.  Although, he wondered if some manner of ring had been worn through and out of the envelope.  An avenue worth investigating, if there was time.

  He sets the translated copy on fresh parchment aside.  His Elvish had never been very good, but he felt fairly confident he had the jist of what the old elf was trying to say.  Still, perhaps Acacea, with her penchant for books and Elvish and lore in general would be able to glean more when she saw the original.  The translation read:

human knight excuse granddaughter treats me like child sometimes sick not foolish sick not insane body failing not mind. stories important remember tell others now is time. five families will save stars conjoined as before bielaebisáimf is signal most forgotten. told by grandfather. difficult to breathe very tired. hall of seven must find answers important hidden deep fractured moved protected dangerous start at the Eye seek ever deeper. dark cannot breathe cold must rest cold must rest

Daniel paused and underlined a sentence.  The prophecy he recalled hearing during his interview with Iselferi, he hadn't imagined it, but since it was in elvish, his mind had failed to recall its importance.

 

Title: Once again, a wiry shadow
Post by: cbnicholson on January 28, 2015, 01:52:08 pm

Once again, a wiry shadow creeps into 189 Wayfare and once again, Daniel sleeps in the big white chair.  More cautious this time, Charlie approaches the elder man and stands for several long moments, listening to the easy in and out of his sleep before moving to the pantry cupboard.  A wary glance behind him, confirms it, the old man is sleeping for real. 

Gathering his prize, Charlie sits down and gets a mouthful of applish delight when he hears a shifting and a quiet word spoken, Daniel is gone, disapeared!  "Holy Cats!" as he jumps to his feet, eyes scanning the small room.  "Da?!  Yer scaring me." he swallows, now feeling a touch ill.  A thought of drawing his blades is dismissed.  This is Da, Sir Daniel, honorable Knight Captain of the Wyrm, but what is his game?

"Good." by his ear and Charlie jumps as large hands come down on his shoulders and with strength he never knew the old man possessed, is returned smartly to the chair he was just sitting in.   Daniel comes into view over his left shoulder. "You will keep your hands on the table and LISTEN to what I have to say, or by the Dragon, I will not only thrash you within an inch of your ill-mannered life, but I will disown you, Sebastion of Krandor."

Another swallow, this one bitter as the sugared apples sour in his stomach at the mention of a name he despises along with a village he dislikes.  What did he do to deserve this?  Mind racing, he recalls calling Mrs Sampson fat, swindling a few true from a street urchin in dice, and rigging Jo's codpiece with an minor electrical trap as a joke. That was just the start of his shennanigans that came to mind!

"I have it on excellent authority." Daniel begins and Charlie cringes slightly.  Here it comes! He thinks. "That you have maligned and mocked a dear friend of mine, Zarianna."

"Da, I did nothin.." A rough shake of his shoulders and Charlie shuts up.

"I am speaking here, not you.  It seems you take issue with light hair color." Daniel turns Charlie by the shoulders not very gently. "Am I dim witted as well?" Daniel's anger comes through clearly as he gestures to his own blonde locks.

"No sir." Sullenly as he recalls jesting with Toby in Center. "I don't think yer stupid."

"Very good, now here is what you are going to do to restore my good graces.  You are going to apologize sincerely to both Toby and Zarianna and until you do. "Daniel pushes the pie away. "No more pie from me, rewards are for the worthy, and I find your insinuation of Zarianna's intelligence very disapointing and unworthy of the Poetr name."  Stepping back, Daniel releases Charlie. "You are dismissed." Dispointment in his tone and body language clear.

Charlie made for the door, stopping at the stairs , he turns, "Who snitched? Kate, Jo?  Was it that elf, Toby?"

Daniel sighed, "Does it matter, you know what you did, now make it right." With that, he waves the young man out of the house.

 

Title: Shifting into slumber, Daniel
Post by: cbnicholson on February 13, 2015, 08:58:40 am

Shifting into slumber, Daniel rolls onto his side, placing an encircling arm around Lana.  As his thoughts fade and his mind's eye turns inward, images begin to form.

 

All is black, darker than a cloudy night with winds that howl and blot out all the normal night sounds. Breathing heavily, I stumble down the path, briers and branches scratch at my hands and face, but something compels my feet forward. A sense of profound dread rises inside my breast, a living terrifying fear as I break the treeline and behold the sight in front of me in the dim light of a dying fire. A trail of blood leads from the stair below and Bella lies unmoving, small spiders crawl over her person occasionally biting exposed skin. I call upon the Lord Protector in a harsh voice and his fury strikes them, flattens them to paste, but leaves her, my beloved, unharmed. I am crying, something I rarely do as I check her life-signs and find the thready thump on her slender neck amongst the many scars some recent some quite old. Hands shaking, I summon the healing essence inside me that is the Dragon and it pours forth in torrents so strong the area is blasted in white and gold radiance. As she breathes, I note the armor she is wearing, a curious mix of spider silks in odd colors I have never seen her in before nor recall in her possession yet are strangely familiar. Before I can puzzle out the odd armor, a hairy leg the size of a small tree top cusps the lip of the cliff wall from below and I gasp in renewed fear as multifaceted eyes breach lip along with two foot fangs and mandibles. The eyes stare hungrily at the two of us as it advances.

Beads form on his forehead and his arm around Lana tightens in reflex.  Murmuring in his sleep, the clawed medallion on the table next to the bed fills the small room with white radiance.  Daniel returns to his nightmare, understanding smoothing the consternation lines on his forehead.

"It is past time to slay this monster, Bella." Dream Daniel says grasping his medallion as the white fury encompasses them both, denying all infirmity.  No poison, no weakness can touch either of them.  Sword and shield at the ready, Daniel summons more white fire that takes the form of a word of truth.  As the word expands, his spirit gladdens to see the monster's eyes brighten then go dim unseeing.  "Attack!" He cries, rushing to Bella's side, but she is already moving, ducking and stabbing with precision and speed unmatched, her mithril blades biting deep into carapace as the monster shrieks in agony. Daniel's shield blocks and bashes, occasionally he gets a mighty overhand blow in, hacking off a leg or descending venomous fang.  In the dream, a song can be heard about them, beautiful and fierce, driving both into a deadly frenzy as the blows rain down.  The monster's cries weaken and finally, it drops still.  Bella cleans her blades on its hairy backside before sheathing them.   She turns and regards him her face a mask, perhaps her true one.

"Thank you." She whispers, her voice hushed and whispered. "I'm a'right, Dan."

"I know you shall be, Viper.  I am not your enemy, but a friend."

The dream fades.  Lana opens her eyes, sensing something different, but unsure what.  Her senses tell her nothing is wrong and she snuggles into his arm returning to her slumber.  Daniel's breathing deepens as his dreams shift and a small smile plays on his lips.

 

Title: A shadowy form of a horse
Post by: cbnicholson on February 24, 2015, 09:15:04 am

A shadowy form of a horse materialized on the deck and Daniel knew he had mere seconds to react.  Calling upon the Dragon, he sent the white fire out focusing on Lana.  As the prayer settled into her its tendrils spread out, blocking infirmity in all those standing around her, but for Zarianna - one of Ilsare.  Heedless of the personal danger and still in his robes, Daniel plucked up his Knight's claw and shield from the deck and charged the beast, knowing the quickest way to end this fight was to banish the beast from whatever place it came from.  Olmae, Tobias, Quenton, and the rest all joined him in forcing the beast to remained trapped against the rails, hammering it with blows that mostly passed through its form, but some few finding purchase and wounding it.

  This was the source of the curse, this being of shadowy power.  As the Shadow horse fought, its dark gaze stuck those on the deck as a physical blow.  Most, protected, remaining standing, but Zarianna gave a cry and fell.  Daniel's heart wrenched and his blows redoubled until finally the dark horse fell and faded.  Banished.  Turning he surveyed the deck, almost absentmindedly sending energy into those around him, knitting their wounds close with a plea.

Head bowed, he made his way to Zarianna's still form, now held in Tobia's arms.  Daniel placed a hand on her booted foot as others, Tia'Sar'ru, Lana pressed closer.  His mind searched within and he found what he sought in the white fire, but dare he call upon it?  This was Zarianna, his first kiss, perhaps his first love?  Ignoring those around him, Daniel spoke the words, "Not for her, but for my sake Great Dragon."  He felt the ordered flows ready within him and forced them to his will.  In his mind, he heard the growl of Rofirein as the call connected.  Disharmony, chaos, creativity, the very core of inspiration battled with his own will and that of the Dragon, a being of supreme order.  He knew, at that eye blink of a moment, his error, but could not stop the magic. 'So be it.' He thought as life returned to her as it fled from his own shell.  His heart stopped and he fell into the white fire and remembered no more.

Words pulled at his soul and Daniel drew a shuddering breath.  Lana, her beautiful face filled with anger, looked down upon him, an instrument of his own writing crumbling to bits in her hands.  Standing, he leaned into her heavily.  His death had taken a bitter toll, both upon his health and upon his mind. Lana berated him, justly, for his foolishness.  What could he say?  She was in the right, yet could he have done differently and still be the man he was?

 

 

 

Title: Mulnari, Junar 9, 1544The
Post by: cbnicholson on March 18, 2015, 12:52:57 pm

Mulnari, Junar 9, 1544

The Trial of Taloren :

Justicar Reus tasked me to oversee a court proceeding for Taloren of Hlint in regards to alleged theft.  Judge Kirus, who would normally oversee such a case, recused himself due to his familial relationship to the accused.  Taloren being his nephew.  Upon my arrival in Hlint, the old resentment of all outsiders common to the folk there, led to some difficulties, but my beloved Lana was able to move about and make inquiries with limited success.  In summation, the Trial itself rested mostly on written testimony provided by various parties involved. A copy of those statements I have enclosed in my journal here.

Deposition 1:  Elia Feroth

Taloren came here from Port Hempstead about 8 months or so ago.  We were all a little uneasy because Hlint's just had a really rough time from outsiders.  People come through here all the time and seem to think that it's no big deal that they just travel through and take what they want and then blow on past again.  Everyone always holds their breath until they're gone.  We've been tired of all of the self-righteous adventurers thinking that we should be overly grateful to them every time it's their fault we get attacked and then they come and "save" us.  But really, we just wish that people would leave us all alone.  So when Taloren came to actually live here, we had hoped that maybe it wouldn't be that bad because he's related to Judge Kirus.  Taloren said he was a carpenter, and I had a hole in my shed roof from when that dragon came through to take care of those blood-thirsty bandits.  Anyways, I figured I might as well give him a fair chance and I asked him to fix the hole.  He did a really good job, I'll admit, and I asked him to do a few other jobs after that.  He seemed like he was an alright fellow and we had him over for dinner a few times.  But then I started missing things after he started having dinner with us.  At first I thought maybe they were just misplaced.  A silver candlestick, my grandmother's broach.  You know, little things.  Apparently he was slipping them in his pockets when he was there.

Deposition 2:  Prenton Dornt

I thought everyone's fears about outsiders was a crock of horse dung really.  I didn't have any carpentry work for Taloren as per his skills, but he didn't seem too proud to help out with other odd jobs like helping me feed the chickens.  Just seemed like a pretty easy-going, helpful person.  That was until my sack of coins I'd made from selling my cow Bess went missing.  I must've turned my back just long enough for him to take them from the house while I was working.

Deposition 3: Tybalt Selane

I always knew he was no good, but nobody wanted to listen to me.  He took my uncle Tom's dagger.  All I did was offer him a job and apparently the pay wasn't good enough because he had to steal from me too.  I want him run out of town.  

Deposition 4:  Captain Nefzen

Taloren came to Hlint 8 months ago.  He spent much of his first few months trying to get to know people and looking for work.  His work seemed to be picking up, but then complaints began to come to me of missing or stolen items.  There were very few suspects except for unrelated thefts from the outsiders that pass through.  Then we received an anonymous tip to search Taloren's belongings.  There we uncovered two of the recently stolen items, a dagger belonging to Tybalt Selane and a broach belonging to Elia Feroth.  After discussing with the affected persons, it was discovered that each of them had had Taloren at their home around the time that their items had gone missing.  Taloren claims innocence and has not given up any further information on the whereabouts of the remaining stolen items.  Among his other possessions we did find a gold ring with a sapphire setting, but it did not match the description of the one claimed to be stolen.  

Deposition 5: Binforth Orenson

Yes, I had Taloren over for both work and as a friend.  I don't know if I believe that he did it or not.  The man seemed honorable to me, at least as far as I could tell.  He helped me rebuild the wall to my house.  I don't think it's ever been this sturdy even when it was first built.  Yes, I'd like to see the ring again that was stolen, but I just want to make sure that it's the right person that gets called up for it.  They haven't found my ring yet.  It was a gold ring with a ruby set in the middle.  I'd like it back if anyone finds it.  It was my mother's.

Deposition 6: Ava Rien

I lost a necklace.  I never thought Taloren would have stolen from me.  I thought he liked me.  I guess he only said those things to trick me into trusting him.

 

During the trial itself, it became apparent that Ava Rien and Taloren were in a personal relationship and that Tybalt Selane also possessed feelings for Ava.  It was in this reveal, along with Tybalt's belligerant attitude and the absence of the more easily disposed goods that led me to suspect that Taloren was framed for the thefts.  Further questioning of the victims revealed most had held Taloren in some higher regard prior to the accusations due to his carpentry skills which he plied for more than a few and for his forthright nature.  With these facts and after a brief consultation with Judge Kirus on a few points of Divine Law and its authority,  I had Captain Nefzen search her guards quarters, of which Tylbalt was one.

Her finding of Ava's necklace under Tybalt's pillow has revealed the truth and justified my instincts.  With this information, it is my intent to see if Tybalt will confess his crimes through his own actions.  My plan is simple.  Bring Ava into the Judges chambers and reveal the missing necklace, returning it to her if she claims it as hers.  I will bid her to wear it during the reading of my findings in court.  My finding will be Taloren innocent of the charges against him based on the evidence.  If Tybalt attempts to flee or other aggressive actions, that should be enough to convince Judge Kirus and Captain Nefzen of his guilt.  Regardless of Tybalt's actions, I have discharged my duty to the Lord Protector, Justicar Reus,  and Hlint in this matter.

There is another matter, in regards to the legal proceedings which I find troublesome.  Without my presence, the absence of Rofirein's divine authority over this trial would have been absent. A symbol of his Divine Law as lacking and I was forced to improvise using my own holy symbol during the swearing in.  To this end, I will extend a gift to the people of Hlint.  A 1/4 sized statue of the Great Dragon, cast in bronze, gold leafed, set into a block of dark marble.  Upon the base will rest the nine stars of Rofirein's constellation with the words.  "May The Light of Truth Bring His Divine Justice To All Who Enter Here."I will of course bless and consecrate this edifice to law and order and myself. I offer this gift at no expense to the people of Hlint so that they may know All-Seeing.

Daniel Benjamin Poetr

Knight Captain of the Wyrm

High Protector of Rofirein's Divine Law.

 

 

Title: A quick noteThe escort of one
Post by: cbnicholson on February 17, 2016, 09:10:52 am

A quick note

The escort of one Neema of the Lady went well, I think.  She asked to be escorted to the Tomb of Lost Heros in Willows Weep and this was accomplished with the help of my beloved, Lana, and Oly.  I started the journey in relatively high spirits, finding both the companionship and banter refreshing. We traveled on the wings of the Al'Noth from Crossroads to Dalanthar and I fear Neema suffered the worst for it.  Such a journey can be..surprising the first time it is done.    The troupe of us even hiked for a time in the Rift, showing her the dangers that dwell there before continuing on to Willows Weep.    I had forgotten the old names that lie in rest.  Varka Cleaveson, Ayla, Mellana.  The last being kin by marraige to my uncle of the same name as myself.  Whilst our purpose was to ascertain the energies of the place in an attempt to discover why some resting places are peaceful and others not so much, it was a bittersweet visit to the Tomb.  My mood sank low for a time.   Lana insightfully pointed out, which raised my spirits once again that it was  a true place of rest and rememberance.  As we left, Lana recalled snatches of an ancient song I had not heard before the subject being Varka Cleaveson's exploits in a bygone age.  She said she believed it was the great work of Ayla recalled from her own travels.   I must ask her to repeat the verses again some day.  The melody of it haunts me for some reason much like our visit. 

 

 

Daniel.

 

Title: I received a shock today on
Post by: cbnicholson on July 05, 2016, 11:12:29 am

I received a shock today on my way back to the Store from Center.  Along the road, I bumped into a young lady, my own child, Rebecca.  She has changed much over the years and yet, much about her remains as it was.  She speaks now, yet her words are broken at times and she struggles with them.  She has her mother's frame, slight, wiry, and quick.  I was dismayed to smell bad ale on her breath and here of how Charlie took her to a tavern of all things for drinking!  We talked of many things, but foremost was her journey from the cloistered sanctuary of North Point Temple to Center.  She told me she had killed a man in the defense of another and I believe her, but still I will request an account from the priests at North Point to be certain there will be no complications of law in the matter.  She has bound her self to the stones, as she claimed to wish to be like her parents.  I am saddened by this only because I know the threads that all who are bound hang by.  Charlie did not tell her of the pact with the bindstone, I doubt the lad knows fully, how the soul mother tears and sometimes takes a piece of you in each death.  This news jolted Becca, I could tell.  We parted in the rain near the gypsy tents.  She wished no material fortune from me, so I gave her a father's love and we promised to meet again soon.

Great Dragon protect the last of my bloodline.

 

Title: Ferrit is at least free of
Post by: cbnicholson on July 08, 2016, 11:23:39 am

Ferrit is at least free of the beast heart that has plagued her for these many years.  We sought and slew the beast in the far north, in a dark tower.  I am writing this as we rest after the battle.  We still need to find this traitor , this former follower of the Lord Protector, Keolith, and deliver the Gold's justice upon him.  My own daugher, Rebecca, travels with us.  I confess to mortal fear for her being, but she stands still.  Even after two hell blasts of magic, she remained alive, which is remarkable for one with so little training in fighting.  I am proud of her, I suppose.  I hear the others stirring again.  I will write more of our quest another day.

Daniel.

 

Title: After much slogging about
Post by: cbnicholson on August 01, 2016, 01:17:09 pm

After much slogging about that wretched tower, we finally confronted Keolith and put the traitor down.  Truthfully, I expected more of a fight, but as the Gold wills it, I am happy with the outcome.

Other events press upon my time and energy.  At Vrebel's behest a small band of us ventured into the Moss Crypt.  Had I been paying more attention, I would have realized the banning of such excursions by  Liwich Kingdom.  As it were, I was caught completely unawares when we at last confronted a Great Black, one of the ancient wyrms called the "Black Plague" in the common tongue.  We bartered for our very lives, but in the end, Vrebel, in a great show of strength, slew the beast after refusing the Black's demands.  There have been repercussions since.  Prophets have come forth and named each of us doomed.  I have come back to Liwich Kingdom to ascertain what I can and to ready myself for the coming consequences.

 

 

Title: Daniel glanced as he stepped
Post by: cbnicholson on September 08, 2016, 10:09:15 am

Daniel glanced as he stepped from the portal in Center.  By the Gold, he was shook.  It started with a curious black and white cat who watched him with the utmost intensity.  So, he followed it about Arnax, to the very entrance of that vile temple to Corath.  Glancing in, he saw that very same cat with the high witch herself.  Ducking back quickly, Daniel circled around the back of the temple looking for a source of information, but upon seeing his garb and symbol, all refused him and told him to be gone.

Under the cover of the Dragon's sheltering wing, he fled Arnax and reached Lor.  Again, oddness, a sense of danger.  As he contemplated his situation, the Crier of Lor began babbling and sweating profusely.  He spoke the words "Eyes in the Dark, Eyes. In. The. Dark. ,two moons rising, the Black Sun dawns"  The man had nothing further to say, so Daniel left him and made his way back to Center.

 

Title: Re: Gifts of the Lord Protector
Post by: cbnicholson on June 22, 2019, 07:40:12 am
Daniel writes carefully into the journal on his desk in Wayfare.  As he does so, he adds parts to a letter addressed to Justicar Reus of Vehl Temple.

I am shook, a sense of malice and unfinished business still lingers in Milara's realm.  The Bird Lord, Vrebel, Celador, Tralek, and myself traveled there to investigate an oddness that the Bird Lord sensed.  We found little beyond a couple of locked doors and an empty city beyond Skull Hill. 

All of us believe we should return, better prepared and equipped.

Daniel, Servant of Rofirien.
Title: Re: Gifts of the Lord Protector
Post by: cbnicholson on July 28, 2019, 10:16:44 am
Report/entry as follows:

On the Bird Lord's invitation a group of us including more than few Angels went searching for proof of an idea.  This idea was that something was driving the giant worms from their normal locations into the areas of the deep they were being seen.  Our investigations led us to the Crags,a  place of the elementals, where we searched fire and earth, air, and water.  In water we discovered a series of partial tunnels that by the clue we found, a platinum spring gear, we thought could be some sort of gnomish digging contraption.  We also discovered a bit of parchment, with the words, "Leastwise that is what Drezneb confirmed long ago."
Title: Re: Gifts of the Lord Protector
Post by: cbnicholson on August 25, 2019, 12:29:01 pm
Sitting in the Jhemina Inn in Sardinia, Daniel pens a letter and dispatches it to Center.  After he opens his journal and pens these words.

The other week Elohanna and myself were discussing a shipment in Hempstead square when a bright light streaked east to west across the heavens.  After some discussion we deliberated that it seemed to originate from the Falcon constellation and was lost somewhere around Ausir.  Since our journey to deliver a shipment took us to Dalanthar we thought to ask persons there if they had seen anything.  A kindly elf, buying and selling odds and ends told us of a wizard in a tower outside Prantz that we should see should we wish to learn more of the occurrence.  We made our way and spoke to one Carcicus, a wizard, whose instruments were searching the heavens and whom possessed much knowledge.

Carcicus told us he observed the phenomenon of light.  By his calculations the object was massive and a some sort of message from the Runner, either intercepted or meant for Corath.  With these revelations, Elohanna, Carcicus, and myself spoke of making contact with Kithairein priesthood.  Carcicus bade us to approach the elves of Voltrex and so , after being joined by SehKy, we made our way to Sardinia.

I confess upon this parchment that I have traveled to that land long ago as a young priest, but failed utterly to recall direction upon landing there again.  Fortunately, as I now speak elvish if poorly and was in the company of two elves, one born there, we managed to find both an Inn where I presently stay and the temple to Kithairein in the Common district, first tree level.  The journey was not without with its own trials.  The Runner priest bid us welcome but refused to speak of what occurred without a true follower of Kithairein present.  Lacking that, we settled upon sending for Tane, may he answer our desperate summons soon.  The elvish wine is good, but my supplies of the  Xeenite version grow less each day.  I may be forced to ask Lana or Ferrit to bring me more.