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Title: Yashilla's parchments of hickory and oak
Post by: dadunmir on January 31, 2005, 09:55:00 AM

//these are loose parchments that Yashilla keeps on her self.  they are not very detailed, dated or organized.  they are at best short summaries of things she found noteworthy.

     I can not wait to become a great priestess of Mist.  I find myself strongest when singing praises to the clouds of thunderstorms.  I see the handiwork of my god every day, and everyday the wind blows or the rain falls, my god reminds me of her presence.  In fact, I recall the day she reached out and touched me in the form of a lightning bolt while I sang praises in her name during a storm.  

“Thank you great Mist, Lady Doom, for presenting yourself to me.”

     I recall the period shortly after turning the age of 17, my family was assaulted by a horde of undead.  We lived peacefully by the shore as merchants of the sea.  What was the cause of this?  My family escaped with little harm; still, I’ve sworn vengeance on that undead aquatic elf.  By the power of Mist, destruction will be brought to all undead which cross my path.  If ever possible, one day I will focus my energy into becoming a more powerful adversary of the undead.

Title: RE: Yashilla's parchments of hickory and oak
Post by: dadunmir on January 31, 2005, 10:05:00 AM

I started my devotion at 16, and became very serious just before my 18th birthday as a result of my storm encounter.  I see that incident as a means of communication.  I could have been seeing my last storm; instead I found myself being spoken to.  I have shifted my focus from the destruction Lady Doom could bring to the potential good she could bring as well.  However, I still reserve a bit of the destructive side for my encounters with the undead.  I have no large aversion to large bodies of water, just all the merchant business was a bit too much, odd I know for a follower of the Lady of the Sea.  I just simply find myself more in tune with the wild elements of the seas and it's storms which carry immense power.  I recall leaving my family at 17 just before my 18th birthday.  They also are devoted to the Lady of the Sea.  I am however different than they with regard to how I live my faith.  They look to her, for her, seek her out for protection and safe travels, a matter of great importance as sea faring merchants.  They pay homage to her in hopes of keeping her appeased and not encountering her wrath while on the seas.  I on the other hand try and bring her work to others.  I’ve come to terms with the idea that my actions reflect upon how people perceive Lady Doom.  With a mutual respect for each other's faith, we've gone our own ways.  I do hope to see them again.  I still make a trip to the seas now and again to remind myself of them.  It is a bit unsettling thinking of those endless days and nights on the seas.  I feel I’ve already had a lifetime supply of boat rides with my merchant family.  Father always told me I never had “sea legs.”

Title: RE: Yashilla's parchments of hickory and oak
Post by: dadunmir on January 31, 2005, 10:06:00 AM

A great warrior of Mist and his traveling companions have told me of a temple in Leilon devoted to Mist.  I must get there at once.

Title: RE: Yashilla's parchments of hickory and oak
Post by: dadunmir on January 31, 2005, 10:07:00 AM

I passed a stranger on the roads by Krandor today and he gave me directions to Leilon.  I have long sought out this city.  My fears of encountering something unmanageable have caused me to shy away from explorative travel on my own.  Good news though, he told me these roads were safe.

Title: RE: Yashilla's parchments of hickory and oak
Post by: dadunmir on January 31, 2005, 10:10:00 AM

I have lost my timid side in battle.  I now find myself braver and eager to take the front line.  I’ve even braved the ogres of the Haven mines a few times on my own and lived to tell the story; although, I only go in for the minerals.  I remember clearly when I first wondered into Hlint and how quickly I learned of the perils of the immediate surrounding and of Mistone in general.  I did not take long to realize I was not a true warrior type and that I would be better off, with traveling companions.  I found a few regular companions and have served us well by learning my role as one who supports the fighters and not necessarily is a figher.   Many times in the face of lizards and goblins and ogres have I found myself at a loss and outmatched in combat with out the aid of traveling companions.  That has changed a bit.  I’m finding myself a bit more skilled than I used to be.  I hope my travels honor Mist.  I still strive to be a great warrior and priestess for her.

Title: RE: Yashilla's parchments of hickory and oak
Post by: dadunmir on January 31, 2005, 10:15:00 AM

//there are a few pages that seem to be continually updated that fit in with the other parchments in no particular order.  They contain traveling notes on what to avoid, where to find recourses and how to get around Mistone.  The are also jotted down crafting notes.  Here area a few exerpts.

...Ha, well done.  I've made some short oak bows today...Today, I find my potion making skills are much improved...blast, where are those hops flowers.  I'd love to make some of my own ale...This kitchen has become cozy...argh! I guess I just don't have the nimble fingers for tailoring.

Title: RE: Yashilla's parchments of hickory and oak
Post by: dadunmir on February 02, 2005, 07:16:00 AM

A dreadful day today was. I was in the Berhagen mountains all day and on the couple previous days as well. There was a group of us, nearly ten in all. I was the only one with any divine power save one other. I did not know her but others did or at least recognized her. They called her Chanda. She wore a cloak over her head and so I do not feel I could recognize her if I ever met her again. I'd like to thank her. I feel we owe her. She did us a great service in raising a fellow warrior. This was also an opportunity for me to explore some of my recently acquired new powers. I could have raised this warrior myself but felt conflicted about it internally. The death could have been avoided. It was foolish of them to carry on a lengthy conversation in such an unsafe area. What a miserable cleric I’ve come to be. My first opportunity to show the true good in Mist’s power and I failed miserably. It was really an act of self preservation to be honest. I was on the other side of a small hill dividing us when I heard the battle begin. Entering the battle at the start would have meant certain death for me and others. I am not a true fighter and therefore I could not aid that much anyways. I felt it was wiser to save myself in order to be available to provide some healing later. I waited a bit and then provided what healing I could. We lost only one I believe. It was selfish of me for sure but a de*** healer does no one any good and can only have lead to more deaths given our situation. I hope Mist can understand. Anyw**** feel like I redeemed myself. Later a fellow warrior fell, and I had no doubts or questions. I raised him. Our survival in the pr***** battle had a lot to do with his skills as a warrior. If anything I owed him my life at that point and restoring his soul was the ***** could do. But that evening after I returned to Hlint was what was dreadful. I had ordered a meal at the Inn, the cook’s sp***** fair I believe. I fell asleep after the good meal and ale. My sleep was interrupted by the sounds of battle. I aided as best ****** A couple of the Inn's staff fell. I myself was poisoned and thought I fell. Curse those dro********************************
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//this parchment of oak was singed and the * represents some writing that can't be made out.

Title: RE: Yashilla's parchments of hickory and oak
Post by: dadunmir on February 14, 2005, 02:22:00 PM

I have renewed my hatred of the undead.  In addition to childhood trauma they caused, the undead of the world have recently brought me to great anger and I will now spend some time focusing on them.  Not sure what kind of magic they used but during a recent unstable period in the world I was some how dropped in a middle of a hoard of troubled souls unarmed and unprotected.  I ran in as best I could but the undead of the broken forest got the best of me.  I was feeling very close to Mist of recent.  I felt as if she was feeling very approving of me and about to grant me new powers.  Perhaps the foul beasts sensed that.  I am appreciative of the fact that my soul has been returned in tact.  Yet, I must spend extra time now with Lady Doom, and regain her favor once more before new powers are granted to me.  Curse those beasts.  They will feel the wrath of the Lady of the Sea if I can help it.

Title: RE: Yashilla's parchments of hickory and oak
Post by: dadunmir on February 24, 2005, 07:07:00 AM

An odd thing happened the other day.  I aided the drow.  Odd was the series of events.  A patron of Lalaith, this drow was wounded seriously and required advanced healing skills.  I was not skilled enough.  Finally a healer of Aeridin showed up thanks to my own drow “patron.”  Odd, this healer told me I possessed some kind of gift and that all of us in the room had it.  It was some kind of gift given by the Tol’eflor, the creator race of the elves?  Upon a brief discussion with Talan, it seems all this is connected somehow with the drow invasions?  They seem to be hunting for a crown?  Diadem of Souls perhaps?  The drow are uniting under Navarre in search of this crown believing it will yield them their true queen?  Great just what I need some one checking up on me.  As if I'm not bound enough by this poison.  Perhaps a trip to Voltrex will help.  The healer mentioned that there might be answers there.  I sure could use the family ship.  I hope they are doing well.

Title: RE: Yashilla's parchments of hickory and oak
Post by: dadunmir on March 26, 2005, 10:10:00 AM

A most humbling experience has occurred.  I've recently found myself stronger and more able in  battle when it comes to encountering the beasts of this world.  I've got some good iron armor and a weapon that has been coated in silver to aid in my quest to free the tormented souls of the undead.  Yet, the other day while on Dregar, while battling giants, I fell and then fell again.  I feel myself...or my soul rather has been weakened considerably.  I've spent a considerable amount of time in the temple speaking with the Lady of the Sea.  I feel I have renewed my devotion to her and have had my strength renewed.  I only hope that it was enough.  Forever will I be grateful toward Her.  Perhaps this was a test of Her's?

Title: RE: Yashilla's parchments of hickory and oak
Post by: dadunmir on March 29, 2005, 12:53:00 PM

A sad thing occured at the crypts in Krandor the other day.  A boy was frightened into them somehow.  This was only made worse when a group of undead set a trap for the party as we departed after finding the boy.  The boy was slain.  It took all I had in me to bring life back to him and reunite his soul with his body.  It was one of the greater deeds I've done.  Foul beasts those undead.  Perhaps I will have to focus on these crypts for a bit, more than the forests futher south.

Title: RE: Yashilla's parchments of hickory and oak
Post by: dadunmir on March 31, 2005, 12:27:00 PM

A most toubling occurence in the area called the broken forest occured.  Some undead of a very powerful form had arisen and converged on Fort Hope.  A small group did fine fending the off.  Not well enough though as many townsfolk were slain.  Just then however, a calming event had occured, we were blessed with Mist's storms.  I felt that she had some involvement in this and so our small group ran to the temple where I had a difficult conversation with the Lady of the Sea.  I had great trouble focusing and concentrating but was able to see a vision.  Two sides reluctantly involved in a most violent battle to create a thing of beauty.  I am most confident Mist was one.  The other likely a god try to seek an ally in Mist I assume.  This is a warning of things to come.  I must serve my mistress well and find this ally, this god who claims fire as their domain.  I for a moment thought it might be a sign of a war to come to Mist.  I am most fortunate to have had the insightful group I had with me.  Perhaps I shall start by seeking a temple of Pyrtechon.

Title: RE: Yashilla's parchments of hickory and oak
Post by: dadunmir on April 06, 2005, 01:25:00 PM

//the following is one sample of many letters Yashilla has left with the dockmaster hopefully to be given to her mother when the family's ship arrives on business.


Greeting dearest family,

I am safe.  Worry not, I am alive and well.  I suppose when I spoke to father about wanting to spend time in my devotion to Mist that more was in store for me than I thought.  I have found the temple here on Mistone in the port city of Leilon and my faith has grown.  I pray for you all frequently.  I must admit that though my faith is currently strong, I have taken a different path than what I intended on.  My reverence for Lady of the Sea has grown and continually I seek her approval.  I have not spent much time focused on my own goals.  Yet, I am not worried.  Strong has our bond become, Mist grants me gifts as do I for her and she speaks to me using both words and visions.  Sadly, I often find many who are godless.  Often, I spend much time in the company of others providing a kind, gentle, and healing hand letting adventurers know that my strength comes from Mist.  Yes, I use the same subtle yet encouraging technique you used on me Mother.

Alas, constantly in the back of my mind are the events that led to my time on shore.  I recall the day our boat was trespassed on by that foul undead beast.  I’ve become a holy warrior yes, but need more time spent devoted to Mist if we are to rid ourselves of that beast.  His seas!  Mist’s seas!  I pray and hope that there have been no other occurrences.  Indeed it was odd.   What could he and his minions need of our trade goods and gold.  Fortunately father had the wisdom to be prepared for such emergencies.  I am glad to hear father has recovered from that beast’s affliction.  I will continue my faith practice and will send word on my progress.  I hope my prayers have provided you safe journey’s on the Lady’s seas.  Better yet perhaps Mist has already destroyed the tormented soul and his minions.  It would bring me great pleasure knowing so.  Only through destruction of the sea elf’s undead form can it’s soul be set free.  Yes mother, I still a bit of that edge to me.  Send my love to Braxton…he should be coming of age should he not?  I guess that means I’ve spent much time away.  Be happy knowing that through Mist we are always together.

In love and service,
Your daughter and sister
Yashilla, Priestess of Mist.

Title: RE: Yashilla's parchments of hickory and oak
Post by: dadunmir on April 11, 2005, 02:49:00 PM

To the bay of Corocsa to see Corocsa we went...and we found her. Deep in the interiors of a shrine to Shindelaria we found her. The place was filled with many different kinds of sharks and larger underwater beasts. We were not the only ones looking for her apparently. As I saw in my visions elements of fire came storming through the doors. Even before we arrived, a warrior of Pytechon met us. The group insisted on fighting. I took a step back and watched as they failed.

Apparantly there is some need to unify the dragons of the lands. Bloodstone keeps coming up when the dragons are discussed. Yes, in fact the other warriors were apparently looking for a way to lure a dragon named Fisterion onto thier side of the war. Yes, I am certain, this is why we set out to the bay of Corocsa. I must spend some time in prayer and with other adventurers to get a better grip of what's going on. I believe I know what this Fisterion is after from the events I experienced. There is a way to gain the favor of this dragon, but I fear the tactics currently being used are highly flawed.

I will also need to spend time with Mist. Spending time in that wretched shrine gives me a feeling that I need to purge. There is only one true god of the seas.

Title: RE: Yashilla's parchments of hickory and oak
Post by: dadunmir on April 18, 2005, 10:36:00 AM

I find myself traveling between Dregar and Mistone frequently now.  Though there is not a whole lot on Dregar that attracts me, I do find the occassional trip on the seas comforting.  The trips are often enough to remind me of my family and infrequent enough to not remind me of our merchant business and the endless days on seas and in harbors.  Perhaps I will one day work on setting up a temple to the Lady of the Sea on Dregar as I have yet to find one.  Surely that will increase my favor with Mist.

Title: RE: Yashilla's parchments of hickory and oak
Post by: dadunmir on May 03, 2005, 06:19:00 AM

I've waited several days to write this.  I have waited 'till now as I feel calm enough to do so.  It was exciting.  I saw my first dragon the other day.  Well, perhaps with exception to the one that appeared to me after I had already started my days on the lands of this world.  

A mighty red dragon that I knew only in name before, Fisterion.  I was really nervous when we set out to meet him.  Fortunately, I had learned earlier that this dragon is unique.  I have learned that it is possible that this Fisterion is in fact an avatar of the destroyer, Pyrtechon.  We were a small group trying to convince the dragon of our causes.  When we stepped onto the lands of the Firesteep mountains I waved my banner high.  If in fact this mighty Fisterion was connected to Pyrtechon, then coming with the banner of Lady Doom would perhaps encourage better relations.  I am unsure what the end result of this dragon meeting means but I could swear that during it this mighty red dragon made a gesture to me, as if Fisterion was saying hello directly to me  already knowing who I was.  What is more is that breath of fire he breathed on to me.  It barely singed me as I was out of its reach, or was that intended.  I couldn't believe it, but something about the Fisterion something he did at that point made me unthreatened by his presense, though still very nervous.

This vision I had seems to be more than just a vision.  Events are unravelling.  Fisterion himself seemed to elude to a connection between himself, the nearby temple, and the Tempest.  The Tempest!  I couldn't believe my ears.  Surely Fisterion must be in high standing with Pyrtechon if he can have interactions with Mist's Tempest.  Corocsa has been delivered to the Tempest!  Mist's influence over the seas will sure grow greater now.

Title: RE: Yashilla's parchments of hickory and oak
Post by: dadunmir on May 11, 2005, 10:15:00 AM

A time of trial approaches.  The ritual of the drow is at hand.  Curse them all!  Who does they think they are?...wretched assassins is all they are!  I shall have to speak to a particular someone concerning their patron.  Elamshin!  Slay me at will if you'd like...but beware of the coming storm!  Aiding you has proven to be a...questionable act.  I don't doubt that I did some a great and good deed but your actions only leave me reaffirming my hatred for your kind.  Odd though, what happened to my own patron?  No matter, he and I were never the friendly sorts.  If he were to suffer some ill fate it would serve all, who have the threat of the drow hanging over them, some good fortune.  I have no choice but to place my hopes in the Lady of the Sea.  I am no match for these group of drow.  My faith in Mist must be strong if I am to have any hope of surviving the ritual.  One month's time should be enough to reaffirm my faith...not that it needs it.  *she pauses and looks to the stars*  Mist and I have a wonderful relationship.  Still improving upon it will only help.  Thank you Mist, Lady Doom, for presenting yourself to me!


*scribbled at the bottom of this parchment is the following..*

I've done it.  Traveling with a few others, I've found a way into the underdark...well at least it seems like what has been described to me as the underdark.  It was an awefully vacant place. Perhaps the forces haven't arrived yet and perhaps with the appropriate measures these drow can be stopped?

Title: RE: Yashilla's parchments of hickory and oak
Post by: dadunmir on May 20, 2005, 07:40:00 AM

*this is a parchment that was misplaced in Yashilla's stack and found recently as she was reviewing her scribblings.*

Northern Dregar is finally safer.  Desma has been destroyed.  We chased her all over northern Dregar, from the desert to Delanthar and ending finally in Hurm.  The undead slayer who provided us with the initial information was most helpful.  Desma was a powerful vampire very gifted in the arcane.  At last she met  her end as we traveled following her into a plane of chaos.  At the guarded tower she met her end.  In hopes of desecrating the last remnants of her parents she handed herself her own destruction.

*at this point a new entry is added*

I encountered today a vampire in the open lands just outside Port Hampshire.  An unexpected occurence and an encouter I hoped to avoid.  Though I handled them well, it was nice for others who passed by to offer aid.  I've not seen vampires on Mistone before....Dregar yes, Mistone no.  I should post something for the locals as a precautionary measure.

Title: RE: Yashilla's parchments of hickory and oak
Post by: dadunmir on May 20, 2005, 12:43:00 PM

I constantly think of what my role as a priestess means.  Mist presented herself to me.  She chose me.  Or, did I choose her?  I guess the latter is truer.  As I come to grips with my faith, the power in my act of choosing to follow the Lady of the Sea is something I've come to realize.

Often I struggle with what my role as a priestess means.  I think I am good natured and I bring good to others.  The fury of a storm can serve a good purpose!  Those I travel with seem to appreciate it when I bring Mist's fury and strength to their aid.  Yet, not all look upon Mist’s relations with other gods favorably.  This shouldn’t matter.  It doesn’t affect their relations with me after all!...well mostly anyways.

I struggle daily with my faith as a few of the gods favored by Mist are not looked upon favorably by others.  Some are not very good natured at all.  In fact a few are even evil: Corath, Pyrtechon, Vierdri'ira.  I think I understand that as her priestess I also need to extend the favorable relationship to followers of gods she favors.  Though, this can often create an uncomfortable situation in the presence of others.  Especially with those who are quite knowledgeable of my good nature.  Extending a favorable hand to Corath or The Destroyer is certainly frowned upon by society.  Alas, listen to me!  Have I come to tolerate the petty "socially acceptable" rules constructed by societies around me; those I travel with and the towns and cities I travel through?  

Have I lost touch with what it means to truly revere the power of the untamed storm?     *a tear rolls down her cheek*

I’ve been off of my parent’s merchant boat for some time now.  I recall the daily prayers for save travels.  Constant were the concerns of the day to day weather on Mist’s seas.  After all it was their unpredictability that my parents feared just as much as the power of the storms.  Though, on occasion, the storms came to our aid at the most unexpected times. *she smiles*

*the remainder of this parchment is left empty though the transcription of her thoughts is incomplete.*

*revisiting this note she add the following*

to my faith and Her followers first, everything else second...that is where my allegiance should lie.

Title: RE: Yashilla's parchments of hickory and oak
Post by: dadunmir on June 10, 2005, 07:17:00 AM

((Yashilla finishes up sponging the temple floor after it had nearly been filled full with water.  As she is leaning over to do so a few blank parchments fall out.  She casually picks them up, shoves them into her bag, and makes for the exit that not too long ago was boarded closed.  Right before her exit she turns around and looks to where Roim once stood.))

((Yashilla says out loud)) "She was an excellent servant and I pray she is well "

((Standing in front of temple near the water's edge, Yashilla pulls out a parchment and considers sending a letter to her family.  She looks at the dock master and the ship captains on the docks.  Saddened, she reconsiders and puts the parchment away.  Her saddness turns to frustrations as she realizes sending a letter would have meant that she must leave it in the hands of one the dock workers with instructions.  Instructions that describe who it is to be delivered to and what her families boat looked like, which made her fear for her families safety.))

((her hand still in the bag grasping the parchment she mutters)) "yes, most unwise...I can't even feel safe sending a letter to the family" ((she released the parchment and pulls her hand out of the bag))

((Yashilla's frustration turns to anger and she looks at the dock workers once more thinking about how Mist's blessings were refused.))  

"Her influence has reached too far!"

Title: RE: Yashilla's parchments of hickory and oak
Post by: dadunmir on June 23, 2005, 10:36:00 AM

*out of oak and hickory parchments, Yashilla pulls out a mahogany one.  Sitting outside the temple at firesteep and having sought council, she jots down her current struggles before returning*


The world is changing.  Survival of the people of land is paramount and in order for that to occur the dragons are needed.  I have a means by which to provide thier security.

It was right before a trip to the bay of Carocsa that my faith began it's trial.  Visions, fortunes, and prayer.  I have learned immensely of myself and the faith since the start of this trial.  I've come to learn that as one with strong ties to her Mistress, that I am one of great power.  However, with immense power comes immense responsibility.

With the present moment always fleeting, a more time transcending view of life is needed.  I've come to learn that the world is threatened by a rising power.   Much has been done to get aid and build alliances.  Even the chromatic dragons, of which I've only seen one, are now on our side against Sinthar.  Many seasons ago, I travelled to the bay of Carocsa to help bring forth the allegiance of a powerful red dragon.  This Fisterion was not easily one over and in his demands showed it.  He demanded many things and I helped, no I looked on, as we fought to deliver one of his requests, Carocsa, Shindaleria's high druid.  Little did I know what a powerful bargaining chip she would become.  


It is a large burden to be one of faith and a lonely path to travel.  Sure friends are their but they come and go.  Most want a blessing or two and a quick blessing of health.  Others have recieved much, much more; the ultimate blessing, the giving of life.  I have raised many fallen.  A good and noble deed for sure.

I recall a day of meditation when I realized where my priorities should be.  First and foremost to my faith, her followers, and her dominion.  Everything else is second.  I should be bringing the good Mist can do for the world, but it should be good for the faith first.

Alas...that was what feels like ages ago now.   I've learned much more of the Lady of the Sea since then.  *she pauses*  I only wanted to bring the good of Mist's powers to this land.  Is that so much?  *a tear rolls down her cheek*

I realize now my following is my choice.  What powers have been granted to me come as a result of my choosing my faith, with this comes the responsibility to the faith.  *she pauses on this inward reflection*

I recall the day she presented herself to me.  I was never so delighted before.  So eager to let everyone know I followed Mist, the Lady of the Sea.  I was eager to impress.  *she smiles* the destructive side of her power was titilating as well.


*she begins to write down a final note*

All I ever wanted was to bring good to this land.  

Title: RE: Yashilla's parchments of hickory and oak
Post by: dadunmir on June 24, 2005, 11:02:00 AM

*though she has slept some and a few days may have gone by, Yashilla is still exhausted and quite emotional as she writes the following accounts*

It is done.  She will serve in her death, may her goddess have mercy on her soul.  It is by far the most difficult thing I had to do in life, and I feel I will never be the same as a result of it.  

I once had a conversation at the Inn in Hlint fo how the path of the faithful is a lonely one, I feel mine is about to become desolate.  So quick they were to judge me of commiting a heinous crime.  

I have seen much in this world since I left my families boat.  At times, I wish I would have stayed.  Being a fisherman is not a bad profression and if it means I am left ignorant to all I know now, I'd warmly welcome the lifestyle of a sea merchant.

I hope and pray that those that were with me find understanding and peace with the course of our actions.  The mountains of Firesteep shall be more secure than they have ever been.  It is what Fisterion was asking for when he bargained for Carocsa in the deal which unified him with the other dragons in our cause against Sinthar.  I can not to be the to blame if they couldn't see that.  The land and the seas of Firesteep will now be protected  by Pyrtechon and Mist.  

I have heard talks of the hunting of the dragons and a need for protecting them.  Some of the talks took place just outside the forest near Hlint.  The mountains of Firesteep should suffice.  I pray this protection I've helped provide will aid in saving not only the dragons of these lands but its people as well.  Only time will tell.  

Some may say our cause is weakened with Carocsa left in ashes.  She was willing to serve in the cause, serve in the ever present war between the peoples of this land and Blood and his minions.  Our cause is weaker?  Her death serves to aid a union between a god and goddess that may provide the means of turning the tide of this war.

So quick to judge, people are.  No time for listening, only blaming.  Many of the souls that pointed their fingers at me I had to pull from the grips of death.  No appreciation, just an expected duty of the holy...and they continue to point their fingers once back on thier feet.  I have sought only to bring the good Mist can do.  Apparently no one with me seemed to be concerned by or interested in this.  Nor, are they the only ones who have shown such disregard.  Perhaps I should no longer care as well.


*several days later a few quick notes are added on the right margin of the parchment near the last paragraph*

The shark lord in it's fury struck out at us all.  Apparantly it was convinced by the Tempest that we would fail in saving Carocsa.  

I may never fully understand what caused her to implant this in the mind of the beast.  

Perhaps in her infinite wisdom she thought it would lessens the shark attacks on the "breathless"?  

I can only assume that the beast holds the elves of the sea somewhat responsible for its loss as well.

Title: RE: Yashilla's parchments of hickory and oak
Post by: dadunmir on June 26, 2005, 09:36:00 AM

A new tide brings the waters to the shores.  The sea is ruled by one goddess now.  The new alliance will bring new strength of arms to the fight.  However, I am concerned.  An elf outside the the shrine spoke of an imbalance.  Something of the chaotic times of the future.  That should be the least of the concern.  I am more concerned with reckless hate that is potentially being released onto the lands.  I had an ever so brief conversation with a particular bard.  One with whom my relationship has been tainted by the recent events.  I can't help but realize the truth in his words.  I've either done the world a favor or I've sent it to its doom.

*written after a restless sleep*

Title: RE: Yashilla's parchments of hickory and oak
Post by: dadunmir on August 23, 2005, 12:55:00 AM

[big]A prayer for the journey[/big]


[big]The air and wind of the storms move me

the seas provide me passage

I look to the Ladys of the Seas to guide me

on my uncharted voyage.

The strength of the storms are with me

and in all their fury and power

I see Her, the Lady of the Sea,

and Her will is my desire.[/big]

Title: RE: Yashilla's parchments of hickory and oak
Post by: dadunmir on September 07, 2005, 11:28:00 AM

Again I find myself amidst the struggles of the heavens.  Though I do not know if the Lady of the Sea has interest in the struggle, I still landed myself in the middle of it.  

One seeks to rise to the heavens at the expense of another, or so it seems.  The journey has been perilous and frought with many dangers.  Many of the travelers including myself have fallen in battle.  It  seems only the strongest of warriors are able to withstand the force of what we're up against.

We were fortunate enough to have a generous and gifted faithful of Ilsare.  Many souls were raised.  I myself raised a few...a few is all I really cared to help.  I had to save some of my own strength for myself.  I once might have had the heart to try and raise them all.  Those days of generosity are gone.  

Title: RE: Yashilla's parchments of hickory and oak
Post by: dadunmir on September 11, 2005, 07:15:00 PM

*Missing the days she spent on her family's ship sailing Mist's great seas, Yashilla jots down her current feelings*

Great are the struggles I've seen on these lands.  Yet, I recall the days on my fathers boat.  Days when I knew nothing of the struggles of men.  Everyday was a new day.  All I knew were the elements.  The freedom brought by a vast and seemingly endless sea.  The swiftness brought by a strong wind.  The seas elements were constant, they were always present as if they had no beginning and no end.  I miss those days when things were so simple and I would like to one day return to them.

Title: RE: Yashilla's parchments of hickory and oak
Post by: dadunmir on September 24, 2005, 02:20:00 PM

*Yashilla sits down at the waters edge rubbing her aching muscles and bones.  She pulls out a parchment of mahogany.*

These adventurous years I've had are taking a toll on me.  I have grown much, learned much, experienced much, and yet find myself with little.  Little strength do I have in me to continue this life I've led.  I've seen great troubles and triumphs and have even taken a part in some of them.  Though, those adventure have seldom left me with anything but a momentary feeling of sorrow or bliss.  

With experience and time comes wisdom and mine has grown from my travels.  There were things I saw, valued, desired.  Now there is a larger picture free from such entrapments.  I recall a period when all I wanted was to bring the world the good of Mist's powers.  I recall my zeal when I first stepped onto shore.  

*she chuckles as she continues to write*

I think actually the zeal came first then the steps onto land.  Perhaps that desire came shortly after that bizarre dream I had?  Yes, I have grown much since then.  No longer are there any such desires.  I've released myself from such a confining sytem of values.  It is such a freeing feeling to no longer be bound by the such.  My decisions and actions are my own, not governed by what labels others may give them.  I find this comforting.

I have learned much of what it is to be of service to the Lady of the Sea.  I feel as if the seas themselves are calling me off these lands.  Though I feel I have so little left to me as a result of the inherent cost in traveling these lands, I still can offer much.  I left my parents to learn of the commitment that I was taking on; I wanted to become a great cleric, priestess of Mist.  I've gone to great lengths to profess my faith and commitment.  

I must admitt my encounter with the Tempest opened my eyes to a larger view.  No longer do I profess my faith based on any result or action that may be brought about.  I profess my faith because it is what I am.  Perhaps when I had the honor of the visiting Tempest she opened my eyes, opened them to the sea.  For now Mist's sea is all that carries anything special for me.  The prayers that were once uttered with the family still hold a special place in me.  I think when I meet up with them again, I will teach them a few new ones.  Mist's seas are great indeed.  Her storms are strong.  We prayed for safe passage all the days of our voyages and even had our fair share of struggles on them.  I am sure when I meet up with them again, they will learn how to find Mist's seas more comforting.  The sea is where I will spend my last days, as it was where I spent my first days.  Having spent much time roaming these lands and being guided by Her storm's strong winds, I find myself being led back to where I started out from, the sea.

Title: RE: Yashilla's parchments of hickory and oak
Post by: dadunmir on October 10, 2005, 08:55:00 AM

Not too much time has marched on since I've last visited these tattered parchments of mine.  However, I still am here on these lands, opposed to where I thought I'd have been by now.  Perhaps the calling of the seas was not to them directly.  Instead the calling was to their service by another means, perhaps.  Much time have I now spent on the lands of the King, Dregar.  Difficult do I find it to find a place for prayer.   Only in Leilon is their a structure devoted to the Lady of the Sea; yet, Her waters touch the shores of all the lands.  I think it is time for that to change.  I've posted a parchment in the temple in Leilon in hopes the few other servants I've found will express interest in such matters of the church.  Organizing such an effort will be quite a challenge as such skills I do have in great number, nor do I think many will be receptive to having their actions dictated by anyone else but themselves.  Time will tell and my efforts will not wane.

Title: RE: Yashilla's parchments of hickory and oak
Post by: dadunmir on October 14, 2005, 08:23:00 PM

*sitting on the docks of Lorinda Yashilla jots down a note or two*

I've been on these lands for some time.  My searches for a location for a shrine go without end.  There is got to be a place around here.  

*she pauses and pawns off a platinum ring*

I've been back on Mistone a little while ago on a short bit of business.  I ran into a good friend, Goldwin, an excellent fighter.  He hired a few lock pickers for a trip to Storan's crypt.  Quite the journey.  Apparently I've been on this land too long.  Forces of Bloodstone have landed.  Worse, his generals have been spotted on Mistone.  I'll be sure to drop a prayer for some harsh storms in the near future.

Odder still, Storan had spoken of a link he has to a bloodpool.  One of our companions, she was a fiesty little one, had mentioned something to the ring of black wizards and restoration of one of these pools.  *taps her chin thinking of a name* I've not heard much of them but have heard enough that the presense of these pools doesn't bode well.  

*she starts scribbling a note to her parents on another parchment*

Title: RE: Yashilla's parchments of hickory and oak
Post by: dadunmir on October 20, 2005, 07:36:00 PM

*sitting in Saudiria Yashilla jots down a quick note*

Our Lady Mist draws servants and faithful from all kinds.  I have done much traveling with a half-orc on in the desert.  Then today, an orc offered me the blessings of Mist.  I have heard rumors of people changing into orcs recently, result of some kind of magic I guess.  Digging some sand I offered the gift of life Mist has granted me to give.  Who knows whether or not what these orcs said was true.  It won't hurt to offer a small kind gesture, our Lady could always use a larger audience.

Title: RE: Yashilla's parchments of hickory and oak
Post by: dadunmir on October 29, 2005, 09:18:00 AM

*sitting in arabel recovering from a recent fall in battle Yashilla pulls out a parchment*

Incredibly dreadful this town, this land.  *rubs her aching body* Giants, snakes, and some of the foulest children I've seen.
 

*she digresses to another thought and looks to the banner of Pyrtechon she managed to acquire in a recent trip.  She draws an image of a house in flames near the left edge of the parchment.*

Their kind sure are pushy.  A bit sadistic too.  Looks like I might end up a permanent liason between him and my Lady.

*stuffs the banner aside*

The banner does carry a bit of clout though.  It came in quite handy.  So does that of the Lady of the Sea if I recall correctly.

*she takes a moment to ding out a dent in her armor and polishes a recently acquired shield.*


*at the bottom half of this page there appears to be a new entry.*

Father would be proud.  I manned a small crew and sailed from the home of Fisterion to Port Hampshire.  I am quite appreciative of my relationship with my Lady of the Sea as I'm quite rusty in my sailing.  I'm sure without Her blessings and the Ladys of the Seas to guide us we would have been very lost or wrecked...sailing reminded me of my younger days.  Those were fun days!
No rules, limitless freedom.  Such things are harder to come by on land.  Fortunately, I've been able to avoid problems with local authorities.  Though, just the other day I ran into a subtle issue with a dockmaster while lowering anchor in Port Hampshire.  Mother had a better knack for dealing with such authorities.  She always had more patience.  

*rubs her aches and pains once more and then opts to sleep it off*

Title: RE: Yashilla's parchments of hickory and oak
Post by: dadunmir on November 05, 2005, 04:37:00 PM

*Yashilla crawls out of the ruins beneath the forest floor and decides to scribble down some of her current reflections*

The chaos of battle...yes, a great number of wild adventures.  It started as a rat problem here on Mistone.  Someone came running here in Hlint to complain about a home in Spellguard.  One couldn't possibly expect that the such would lead to traveling through some of most dangerous places on this world.  Not to meantion the planes that were travelled to as well.  

The rat problem quickly became a snake problem or more accurately a viper problem.

*she pauses and looks to the sky then looks at an older parchment she's written on*

Foul children indeed....though to view them as children is a great underestimation.  They are devoted to he whom they serve and they serve him with great enthusiasm and devotion.  They've marched on the heavens and their god will likely complete his assension.  

Many fell in our battles against the deadly sins.  Each battle was a wild melee.  Lives were lost, ours, theirs, and some that shouldn't have been lost were taken.  Particularly nearing the end of our journey a strange individual seemed to appear from no where and took the lives of many.  Some claimed it was Blood himself.  Perhaps it is true what they say about Shadison's connection to Blood's quest.  

*she reflects a moment grasping a small pendant worn around her neck.*

Though I care none for a particular end good or evil as others involved may, I am concerned about this assension and the way it may reshape the heavens and the planes.  I am concerned with how my Lady of the Sea may be effected.  It is important to me that her place the kept amongst the other constellations.

*feeling as if she's written enough, Yashilla puts away her charcoal.*

Title: RE: Yashilla's parchments of hickory and oak
Post by: dadunmir on November 10, 2005, 09:47:00 PM

Yashilla burns a few spare parchments at a small campfire she's made.  As she does so the fire reminds her of something.  She begins to think of dragons and then the dragon gods...though really just the one.  

As her thoughts move to the Destroyer she can't help but think of her own god, Mist.  She pauses and begins to think about something she wrote a long time ago.  She thinks about where her loyalty lies and belongs.

"That doesn't take any effort!"  she says aloud.

Comforted by her authentic devotion to her Lady of the Sea her mind shifts to the war on the lands ...and seas for that matter.

"I just wish I had power to cleanse and start over..." she catches herself beginning to utter something foolish outloud.  

Nonetheless, she realizes who she is is inpart owed to her strong tendencies toward the destructive side of things.  

As she returns to watching the spare parchments burn she is ever so thankful for somehow feeling as if she has reached a pinnacle in her servitude toward her Lady of the Sea, at least she feels as if she's peaked in talent for now.  Thinking of where she goes from here gives her a sensation of sailing in new waters.

Title: RE: Yashilla's parchments of hickory and oak
Post by: dadunmir on November 11, 2005, 09:27:00 AM

*Yashilla pulls out a parchment and charcoal as she sits somewhere in the serpent mountians.*

I have calmed a bit.  Though, my blood still circulates at a furious rate.  None could leave well-enough alone.  It cost all our lives.  

Though there was cause for exploration in the forest as things were certainly out of place, it became clear to me as we progressed along our way why things were the way the were and that the stirring of the about of the foul beasts of that dark placed had subsided.  The dwarf said it himself things were seeming normal once more.  At that time we should of left.  Even Luna had wisdom enough to know when to quit.  The dwarf's curiosity and then the other's sense of "duty" and "loyalty" took over and the group split in two...for the worse.  Deep in that mossy crypt as they drew near to what they were after, they lost thier lives.  

*she bites her lip*

That was unexpected...and rather unfortunate.  If we were to get out of that place we'd need everyman and woman, dwarf and elf to spare.  I knew what must be done.  I made a simple request for others to stay and as I ventured deep under the crypt.  I didn't know if aid was likely to come, it is always a questionable risk to make such dealings as the one I had to make.  You'd think a mature cleric's wisdom and warning would be enough advice to keep the curious at bay.  

I knew well enough we were being watched.  That was in part the reason for my staying behind in the crypt having realized by then what caused the initial stir in the woods.

I pulled out Pyrtechon's banner as I went deep into the cave.  I made the deal.  Those who were still alive owed a debt in exchange for us and the fallen to return to safety.  Somehow I figure this was wiser than being part of group that all ended up at dwarf's goal of satisfying his curiosity.  I can only imagine what that outcome could of been and I wasn't about to be part of exposing something that cost my life hide.  Though, it now cost my live to keep it hidden once more.

The terms of the deal made were simple...agree to the debt for the sake of our lives and those of our companions, leave the crypt, and then perform the service requested.  For a group that was so intent on looking for a way to save their compatriots they got awefully selfish.  Nothing could be done.  Some of them even place high regard in doing what is "good" or "just" and I'd think that sparing the fallen from the planes of the lost after we let them march to their doom would be something worth paying a debt over.  No, in the end it was their selfish need for satisfying thier curiosity the dictated their coarse of action.  Just like that dwarf's.  I still hear them.

"...I will not agree to a debt before I know what the debt is..."

I knew from past experience that Luna would be a challenge to convince, then there was Rodlim, Dorax, and a couple others I didn't know well.  In the end I gave in to their stubbornness and we left the crypt and perished as I had promised them we would.  

*she pauses a long time before adding the following final paragragh*

I don't know the intentions of the heavens themselves however, I had it made clear to me that there was a role that needed to fulfilled in developing relations between my mistress and that dragon.  Something really must have that beast shaken up if this is now costing me my life many times over...and I will not be a pawn!

Title: RE: Yashilla's parchments of hickory and oak
Post by: dadunmir on November 11, 2005, 07:23:00 PM

After scribbling onto a parchment Yashilla pauses for a moment to recognize where she is.  She takes but a moment to remember what happened and how it is she got there, though she does not remember the trip exactly.

She shakes her head.  "Enough of this questing for knowledge."

She packs her things.  "The forests are no place for a woman of the sea.  Time to get back to business.  Time to find a place for that shrine."

She kneels for a prayer to renew her blessings concerned with only what she needs to protect and aid herself.  She intends to continue her travels alone as this is how she usually adventures across the land of Dregar.

"No more nonsense about being responsible for others."  

"Free to make the rules as I go."

Delighting in her freedom and independence, Yashilla takes the time to gather some sand and revels in her destructive capacity.



"I wonder what it is my Lady of the Sea will call upon me to do next?"

Her tone becomes more sarcastic.  "She better tell me what it is before I have to do it.  I need lots of time to consider whether or not I should do it."

She returns to being a bit more serious.  "I can not even imagine the consequences of such actions or tone brought against my mistress."

"I need to work on my deceptions."

She cackles.  "Next time, they'll know what it is that is asked of them if that's all they really care about."

Title: RE: Yashilla's parchments of hickory and oak
Post by: dadunmir on December 02, 2005, 11:56:00 AM

The war has come.  The Kingdom of Roldem has fell.  Bloodstone's forces now rule the islands.  I recall leading a battle with a couple of dwarves on the seas in defense of the southern part of Mistone and the Dragon Isles.  To my surprise, I've been told that the Ilses themselves have fallen since then.  How true this is I'm unsure.  We seemed victorious though during our battle.  Bloodstone and his generals certainly are focused!  

Admittingly there is something appealing about his quest for destruction.  Surely there must be a way to use his quest to the advantage of my mistress.  The threat he poses to the dragons certainly aided in granting Mist the newly found dominance over the seas.  There must be a way to extract a larger influence for the Lady of the Sea to have in this world.

NOTE.  Meditate on this!

In a way perhaps it is a blessing in disguise for our kind that the greatest fleet of navy ships has been destroyed.  Perhaps in his hatred for all mankind he had the forsight to keep a few ships around.  What would those who take an ill disposition toward Lady Doom have to say when her storms save their very skins and hides!  ...this talk of her storms is sending my heart racing, time to bring her blessings to the hostil inhabitants of these lands.

Title: RE: Yashilla's parchments of hickory and oak
Post by: dadunmir on December 05, 2005, 08:39:00 AM

As I leaf through the papers of mine I realize I should probably discard of some of them.  Though, they are often helpful to reflect upon.  Places I've gone, people I've seen, and things I've done in the past remind of who I've been and perhaps give direction of who I should become.

I am and always will be a willful servant of the great Lady Doom.  It is to her and her followers that my loyalty lies.  Her command over the sea has been strengthened.   Stronger bonds in the heavens have been formed.  I will do what is necessary to ensure her continued growth in these chaotic times.  I imagine this will come at a great cost to myself.  Already have I sacrificed my own strength and blood for a bond that exists in the heavens.  I foresee the aid I've given the Lord of the Dragons and his master in the heavens a useful leverage.  Perhaps, it would be wise to return to the mountains of Firesteep and make my request.  They owe me at least time to hear me through.  Perhaps, yes perhaps, if I play things out correctly I will find myself assending in the ranks of the clergy.  I've gained the favor of the Tempest.  I need only remind her of Carocsa.  Though, it seems wise to execute sound judgement in these actions.  Nonetheless, the important thing, despite the outcome, is the advancement of the Lady of the Seas influence in both the heavens and the seas of this world.

Title: RE: Yashilla's parchments of hickory and oak
Post by: dadunmir on December 14, 2005, 08:21:00 AM

*a letter left with the dockmaster for when her family's ship arrives*

Dearest Family,

I pray you have found safe travels on the sea.  I have heard the great naval fleet of the Kingdom of Roldem has fallen.  It seems what was a war on the lands has now become one that involves Lady Doom's seas.  Infinite are the number of routes the sea has to offer, no two the same.  Nor are the routes the same from day to day.  I pray you are close to our Lady of the Sea and that the chaotic nature of her seas keep you safe and may the strength of her storms be with you always.  I've come to write this letter to reaffirm for you that I still value my choice of becoming a part of the clergy.  

It is with time's passing that I have come now to realize the wisdom of my childhood teachings.  Every day is a new day and yesterday has no bearing on today or tomorrow.  This decision to take a role in the clergyhood was the single most influential choice of my life.  It is also the only choice I make on a daily basis that has the same outcome.  Choices are what define how we live, we choose how we live, and the freedom to choose is paramount.  As you have taught me of the constant changes that occur in life, I have taught myself that to extend this idea to my everyday life's basic freedoms.  If I may part with some of my own wisdom: a choice made yesterday has no meaning for today.  For if it did, then today's choices would carry the influence of the past and one truely wouldn't be free in their choosing.  

I must admit my free spirit is indebted to my days at sea with you all and to the sea and Mist herself.  Everyday I awoke all I would see was the endless sea.  Today's sea was no different than yesterday's and would also be different from tomorrow.  In fact, how could of we been aware of whether or not we had even sailed overnight?  We couldn't.  Whether or not we sailed on the previous day had no impact on what I saw when I awoke.  All I knew was that on the previous day, we either made the choice to sail or we didn't and that had no impact on today.  

I recall how often I found frustration on the lands when we docked for business.  A need for order and rules set in place that existed not just from day to day but for a life time were more than I could handle.  I recall how this seemed to spur my rebelious behavior that so often I was chastised for during my younger years.  The freedom I had experienced on the seas wasn't close to what we had experienced on land.  Don't think that after all these years this behavior of mine has completely faded.  I have come to experience that the laws that exist in town after town limit the fundamental freedom of life.  To your chagrin mother, perhaps I am more rebelious now then then just not so outward with it.  I might also add that I am again in tune with my destructive nature.  

Perhaps it is for the best that I no longer sail with you.  I have found much opportunity for the works of the faith on the lands of this world.  Though I have much to offer you all, I am not fully confident in my capacity to contribute specifically to the family business.  Just think of me the next time the storms of the sea come your way.  May the sea's boundlessness always brind you a new day and may your spirits always be free.

In her service,
Yashilla

Title: RE: Yashilla's parchments of hickory and oak
Post by: dadunmir on January 04, 2006, 07:18:00 PM

How fortunate I've been to have served my mistress these many years.  I've accomplished far more than I could have imagined when I first started my service.  Every day I spend awake and aware I sense Mist's presense.  The storms and winds and rains and seas, her's to command.

She has granted me a great many blessings.  Abilities to restore, enhance, and also take life.  Blessings that reflect the strength of her domain, the storms of the seas.  Not a day goes by that I don't express how thankful I am that I have such blessings to aid me in my daily travels and struggles.

I have done a great number of things for the faith.  I have helped strengthen her hold over the sea.  I have aided many fellow patrons.  Even now plans are set to bring a stronger influence to the land of Dregar.  I am anxious to see the temple completed.  I have also maintained heavenly relations.  Deeds were done to ensure alies are present amongst the stars.

I've done much and have nothing to be ashamed of.  My body and soul grow weary and tired.  Should my time end abruptly I will be pleased with the service provided and can only hope my Mistress shares the same approval.  Should my days on this land be more abundant than I expect, I hope to one day return to the seas with my family as I can hear the sea calling me all the time.

*she gets up and stretches a bit and turns to the temple door*

Title: RE: Yashilla's parchments of hickory and oak
Post by: dadunmir on April 22, 2006, 02:07:24 PM

I find myself lighter of my feet these days.  I have pawned off most of my possessions and even sold off my home.  My bags are lighter and my spirit free-er.  Most of my gold has gone to the temple which has been recently moved to a more proper location.  Yet, funds are low and what is worse, I struggle to find many of Mist's faithful.  I will continue as I've done and encourage those I see who hold her dear.  

My service continues to send me out as the winds of the storms.  Some days it is welcomed and others it is not.  I have travelled great lengths of these lands of the prime.  On occassion my journeys lead me to new insights and discoveries.  

I once drifted into an old friend in the Kingdom of Roldem.  War has ravaged the Kingdom, though that was not the reason for this chance meeting.  It was to the swamps that our journey lead us.  In the end the souls of some followers of Mist were freed and, for a moment, the storms seemed to subside.  I recalled some stories I once heard during that trip.  By the end, I sensed they were more truth than fiction.  As the new grove of trees grows a new era begins in that part of the swamp.  As for the rest of the swamp and its storms, it will continue to remind me of Lady Doom.

Recent services in the temple had reminded me of how similar the prime and the other planes can be.  Never ceasing powerstruggles are a common thread all have.  On this particular occasion, the strife has transcended more than one of the planes.  Though, my concern over the matter is small, I was on the receiving end of a rare visit and learned a bit more about workings of the Lady Doom.

May the storms bring me strength to provide service and may my service bring destruction's end such that the cycle can start anew.

Title: Notes from the North: Posted in temples to Mist and ard the occa
Post by: dadunmir on July 10, 2006, 09:00:12 PM

All across the lands of the north, winter appears to be settling.  This is no passing event.  This storm appears as if it will be around for some time.  

The day has come and gone and the heroes had their day.  The forces of good seemed to have prevail and another part of the cycle begins to unfold.  It is as if the lands themselves have decided to hibernate whilst they try and recover from the destruction of war's chaos.  

This is our day fellows patrons of Lady Doom.  While the world sleeps, the storms will reshape the lands and seas.  I have already seen the beginning.  The snow's of Krashin have reached as far south as Leilon.  Snow can be seen falling on the temple on the occasional day.  The lands belonging to the tribes north of Waysend appear to have grown colder.  Much has already changed.  While many desparately seek warmer climates and shelter, a few have taken to accepting the coming of the storm and show more perserverance.  I have more than expressed my admiration to the later and offer the service of our Lady of the Sea to them.  

The cold and the storms come.  A glorious era is upon us.  Are you ready?  Have you not given to the temple or even set foot in one for some time now? Now is the hour. Rise Mist's faithful and comeforth and let the world, that would otherwise wake up when all is well, know that we are here and know that our time has come.

Yashilla of the North

Title: Notes from the North: Posted in Mist's temples
Post by: dadunmir on July 16, 2006, 10:04:09 AM

Travelers be aware.  The storms have grown fierce as our Lady Doom exerts her might in these chaotic times.  

As my travels carried me to the northwestern part of Dregar, I encountered a large group of heroes bent on completing a task they had started.  As I continued my tour of the north, I happened to end up a travelor with them on board a vessel not well equiped for Mist's storms.  We were lost for what seemed days.  Many found themselves discomforted as the Lady of the Sea saw fit to land us upon the molten island.  I think more appropriately they should be more concerned with whom they travel when they themselves pledge allegiance to our enemies.

Tread cautiously on Mist's seas.  Choose your company wisely, choose your vessels wisely.  Be sure you are ready for the storms.

As a final note, I will add that travelors on Dregar should be cautious.  It appears the race of the dark elves have taken to making themselves more present on the surface lands, for whatever their reasons may be.


the Northern Tide

Title: Notes from the North
Post by: dadunmir on August 12, 2006, 08:38:25 AM

We have been vigilent and faithful. The storms of the day are our reward. All should be thankful for the cleansing destruction brings. I have seen our numbers grow and am encouraged by those willing to endure the times of our current age. The north has grown fierce, yes. All the more of a reminder of our Lady Doom's presence. What is more is that we have been honored here in the north by the presence of the twins. The tides, though constant, are always in motion.

Live fully in the time when we can be closest to our Lady of the Sea. May the storms wake your inner spirit that it may become in tune with Her own. Relish the opportunity for things to change and be made anew.

As the storms grow fiercer be mindful that our Lady is present amongst us.

Yashill of the North

NOTE: The "Notes From the North" are simply writing for the purpose of expressing the character's feelings.  They bare no truth or correlation to what may actually be happening in the world.  They are just written because I enjoy writing them :)

Title: RE: Yashilla's parchments of hickory and oak
Post by: dadunmir on August 26, 2006, 10:01:25 PM

ATTENTION  those who call the north thier home...  
Let it be known, the Tide of the North will not grant mercy to those who trespass and not pledge loyalty to Mist.  Far too long have we been too kind to the people who walk this land.  What thanks have we received?  To those who claim that our storms bring unpleasantness, destruction, misery, and the like, let them receive such.  Freinds of our enemies are our enemies.  We will not tolerate those who plan to move against us.  The fury of the north shall be brought upon them as quickly as the mace can fall.  

Yashilla of the North [/i]  

Title: RE: Notes from the North
Post by: dadunmir on September 05, 2006, 05:44:37 PM

The cruel wind bites as if the very cold of the north itself had teeth. I find myself needing a warmer cape. It is common for me to find my fingers numb and my other joints stiff. I now remember why I favored the storms of the seas.

Every so often I find myself burdened a bit more by the weight of the snow on my packs. So quickly are my tracks covered by the days fresh snow. Admittingly, I am pleased by trackless travel of the north. Though, I also must admit that frozen breads in my packs are not pleasant to chew through. Bring plenty of wood when you travel north. In my pack I also carry gifts for our allies. I make way now for warmer climate. Of course, I still travel north but the keep of Fisterion and Pyrtechons temple will not need the heavier cape. The lord of dragons has aided us greatly in the past and I mean to remind the temple of our thanks as I've done in the past.

The cold is not the only treachery that must be endured. There are the others as well. Well protected are the lands of the north. Clans of wildmen and giants must be navigated. It is a hope to one day to gain their allegiance to the aid of our cause. Be bold patrons of Lady Doom and in your wisdom be not afraid of your enemy but instead curious, for they may find that Lady Doom has as much to offer as her storms' destruction can take away. Remind yourself of that ever so often as I do when it is necessary that I draw to hand my implements of destruction.

Yashilla of the North

Title: RE: Yashilla's parchments of hickory and oak
Post by: dadunmir on November 19, 2006, 07:50:21 PM

Suffering from a cough that is likely associated with a cold, Yashilla finds herself disoriented and frustrated as she consults some of her old maps. With names of towns and other locales changing she finds her maps need serious updating. An occasional sneeze interupts her views of the maps. She slowly finds herself refamiliarizing with the southern areas of Mistone. Travels have not been so difficult for the Tide in the past however, the problems in Hurm have forced her to take alternative routes between Mistone and Dregar. It is with great difficulty she finds herself in Krandor and sitting to write down her latest communicae to the temple.

Apparently, adventurers have taken to traveling in quite large groups. Have the times really turned that bad? She proceeds to finish her writing inside the inn over an ale and a warm meal. Her food so often frostbitten and stale, a hot plate special of the inn is more than welcome and desired. Yashilla had though that the inn was doing well for business. Yet, according to the staff things were slow and quiet. A brief conversation with the gentleman serving ale reminder her of some of her old exploits and she recalled how to go about getting to Dregar. With news of local giant activity on the rise, she found it best to perhaps have her travels coincide with the large adventuring party that seemed ever so present. Coincidently her travels were overlapping with their's it seemed.  

Strength in numbers seemed a wise bet and she must acknowledge the little contact she has had with the rest of the world. Perhaps a sabatical for a small adventure is overdue or even warranted. Her little contact with the rest of the world doesn't seem to hamper the spreading of a reputation. The bartender treated her with all the courtesies he thought appropriate for a Tide and the small adventuring group did not hide its trepidations about her presence.

Tucking it into a pouch, Yashilla will deliver her notes at a later date.