The World of Layonara
Character Development => Development Journals and Discussion => Topic started by: scotcar on September 21, 2005, 10:41:00 PM
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What a strange town this is. All manner or beings live here, dwarfs, elves, halflings and humans.
I am a little lost, not knowing what to do, where to start. There is so much to learn and in some ways one path is as good as another.
Stupidly I left my mace and hood behind in the small camp I had made. A dream had addled my thoughts....
A dwarf showed me around and I was able to purchase a morningstar.
I joined a group of would be adventurers and went into the sewer after some rat-man beast who had stolen some records. It was not pleasant. Ishara (there is something strange about that one), Edward and Jennifer (uncle and very nice niece) with another who I cannot recall. Managed to retrieve the records and get out alive, although the spiders gave me the creeps.
Edward was kind enough to lend me his spell books and teach a few a few simple spells that I had learnt from my friend.
We parted company then I spent some delivering letters and trying to kill goblins, without much success. I am still not confident about journeying outside of this town.
*Note, if you have any comments or suggestions on how to make this better, PM me
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I had a strange encounter today.
While venturing into the towns crypts I was rescued by a goblin mage and a half-giant. We went on to obtain this essence for the undertaker, whom I do not trust.
I can make the undead flee, well at least the skeletons. I keep collecting these knuckles but have no idea what to do with them.
I have been fishing a bit and trying to make wood.
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It has been some time since I have written. I have not exactly learnt a great deal in some ways, but have experienced a lot in others.
I found the great library, well at least I know how to get to it. Very interesting place to visit. Ishara and myself also visited the Arcane tower, but did not find anything of interest. We have been asked to join the Arcane Alliance, but I am unsure of what it stands for. I need further evidence that it will provide me with knowledge and protect it for the future.
I have not seen Jennifer for some time and only saw her uncle once. I hope that they are both well. Ishara was turned into a gnome and I have not seen her recently either.
I have made some good friends, Brit a fine fighter, Sy’Ravenne a slightly psychopathic elven maiden whos one aim is life appears to be to kill everything with a slight possibility of being evil, Fifur a dwarf of a similar nature to Sy’Ravenne, Glokk a half giant of honourable character and several others that I journey will occasionally. Tedulas, a necromancer and apparently leader of the group I am in, and Zeos (psychopathic mage of some ability) also travel with me regularly.
I have spent a lot of time working on my crafts as I enjoy the experience and can learn to do new things. I am getting itchy feet though and have a desire to explore further. I have not heard from my parents. I hope they are well.
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Sy'Ravenne and I tackled the Haven mines, well the first level at least. As usual I stood behind her showering the ogres with bolts and the occasional magic missile. We collected a fair amount of minerals for crafting and I managed to kill an ogre while wearing only a robe and hiding behind my shield. I am proud of that. Most of the time I took every opportunity to avoid direct conflict and heal Sy'Ravenne. Her skill is very impressive and she is much more controlled then previously. I did place myself in danger sometimes, a little unwisely, by trying to heal Sy’Ravenne in combat and enshrouding her weapon in flame, she likes that.
Whilst crafting gems I ran into Brits teacher Nos. He appeared to be a kindly, but gruff, dwarf. Apparently Brit has said some good things about me to Nos. That humbles me. Sometimes I feel weak because all I can do is heal and use a small amount of offensive magic. I know that I am getting stronger, but I doubt my own value sometimes. Still I am learning crafting skills and from my friends, so the journey continues.
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Recently I have been concerned with the number of dark ones in town. For the past few days I have not seen one, for which I am glad. Although there appears to be number of goblins wandering around. Some I have met before, like Tuk, but the others still make me nervous. I almost attacked one last night but Kai told me he was a friend. I was still not convinced. My crafting has improved recently as has my skill with magic, although I need silk so I can make more bows. Kit, a guard near Haven, requested that I obtain a number of weapons for her. In return she gave me a fine helm.
Sy has been acting strangely recently, flirting with all manner of men. I hope she knows what she is doing. I would hate for a friend to get hurt. I think she tried to flirt a little with me, I played a long but am not good at it.
I must confess I was a little cruel to a man who called himself Wolf, and a goblin. I must quell this meanness that sometimes arises in me. It may prevent me from learning from others if I pre-judge them. The goblin did smell though and Wolf was arguing with Sy.
I must collect more silk soon and make more bows. I also need to make more healing potions. I am running short again. And I need copper for rings. So much to do...
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One of the most successful trips to the Haven mines occurred today. We had a large party of seven, including Brit, Sy, Kai, Sheu, Ty and Monshira. We also met an orc; well an adventurer turned orc, in the lower levels of the mine that joined with us. He was able to cast powerful magic and rebuked me when I healed him. He said he had a spell ready for that purpose and did not need my help. To say the least, I was a little miffed.
My one objective of the journey was to obtain some coal from the depths. Brit and Kai were able to mine some for me. With such a strong party I felt very safe, in fact I had to do very little during the entire journey except to heal the occasional person and collect any treasure we found. I did make a mistake with my calculations when dividing up the coins at the end; I forgot to keep a share for myself! But to be honest, the coal that I was given means more to me than money. I can now practice building crystal rods. I may even succeed!
Sy was oddly quiet, although she did flirt with Kai a lot. Some of their talk, even in jest, troubles me. To me, discussions like the ones they have should not occur in public. Maybe I am a little prudish. Ishara, whom I have not seen for some time, once told me I should relax more. But words are powerful and I feel what they say and mean maybe quite different. Especially since Kai is married. The empty flirting I see and the innuendo seems tacky. Maybe it is because I have never found someone that made me happy like my first love that I feel this way. Maybe I still expect everyone to have the same values as me. I need to broaden my mind further, record knowledge and not pass judgment on it.
Writing of my love, it feels like an eternity since I saw her walk away. No letters have I received, maybe she is best forgotten as she has surely forgotten me. Neither have I heard from my parents. I miss them, but I assume that they are safe. I have to believe that.
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I had my first attempt at crafting a crystal rod, and failed terribly. It looks like I will have to dig up more sand now. I spent the next while making some choking powder, alchemist fire, acid flasks and collecting silk for bow strings. I have quite a collection of staves and planks to turn into bows and crossbows.
I ran into Sy and Thjord who were on the way to the Haven mines. The trip was going well, until we were jumped by a group of ogres. Shameful to say, I cast invisibility upon myself and fled. I was so overcome with guilt that I returned to watch Thjord running and hiding from the ogres while a battered Sy fought on. Even though I knew it was a potential death wish, I decided to heal Sy and risk breaking my invisibility spell. I was amazed that it held. I then rushed to Thjord and healed him several times as he ran. Then was struck and fell bleeding. The brutes of ogres continued to pummel him on the ground and he died even though I tried to heal him. It is not something that I will forget soon.
Battered and bruised Sy and I headed back toward the surface and were met by Ranewin and the ghost of Thjord. We returned to the site of his demise and went deeper into the caverns. Again this foolish action nearly lead to our deaths. Several times I charged into the fray, morning star and shield in hand, slaying ogres. Something I would never have dreamed that I could do. I was proud to fight along side Sy and Ranewin, shoulder to shoulder, dealing out punishment to those that threatened my companions. My only wish is that I had time to don my leather armour, as my robe offers little protection.
At the surface we divided our spoils and I headed back to town to work on some minerals I had gathered (Sy carried them for me, she is such a dear). Kai was also working on some gems and gave me some of the cut ones. Although costly, I will attempt to polish them. I have quite a collection of them. I love the way they sparkle. I returned to Sielwood to gather more silk, fighting with renewed confidence and suffering a minor ailment as a result. I took my frustrations out on the goblin surface camp, slaying them all. Have I been around violent types too much? I fear that my innocence has been striped from me. What am I becoming?
That bloodshed was not enough for me, so I entered into the caves. I had just slain a goblin when a voice called out “Wait”. A figure stepped out of the shadows and questioned me how far I was going to venture as he wanted some bat skins. I was a little hesitant, but he convinced me to continue. So on we went. I would engage the goblins directly while this figure would skirt around the side and stab the unsuspecting goblins. Not as honourable as direct conflict but very effective. We gathered the skins and returned to the surface where we hunted down a goblin scout to fore fill a quest he was on. In town we parted ways, and I returned once more to the craft house.
Three other interesting things occurred. I met a man on a hill just west of town. He was quite a shot with a crossbow, slaying goblins with single shots. I was leaving him to his sport when a falcon attacked him, slashing his throat with a talon. I quickly shot the falcon from the sky and healed the man. As he was thanking me a goblin snuck up and tried to stab him in the back. I killed the goblin, saving the man again. He thanked me as I left. I hope he is still safe.
Secondly it appears that Sy has fallen in love with the elven maiden Ranewin! This is somewhat of a shock to me as she showed so much interest in the men around town. Corsan apparently had feelings for her and was heartbroken, throwing down a sword she had given him. Sy cruelly ran off laughing. Corsan was devastated, I tried to consol him, but he left for the inn to drown his sorrows. During this encounter I noticed an orc enter town and skulk behind the wagon master, heading towards East Side.
Having little else to do, I returned to the craft house to find the orc talking to an elven maiden. I confronted the orc, who was very well spoken. The elf appeared somewhat gullible and sure of the character of the orc. After a somewhat heated discussion I backed away, to work on my skills. Later I returned to the hall to find the orc speaking elvish. He is not what he seemed and I questioned him again. The pesky elf kept interjecting, I wish I could have cast silence on her. I am sure the orc is more than he seems and the name he provided is false. I will have to watch him around town.
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These have been some of my darkest days for some time.
It started well enough, I met a young mage in the crypts and helped him kill some skeletons. Using the knuckles I had found I tried to craft a potion but failed. I was returning to the crypts and ran into Angela, a friend of Sy. We both had some letters to deliver and decided to journey together. Sy snuck up behind Angela and then ran off. I thought that she was going to say something but she didn't.
Our journey took us from Fort Lhast to Port Hampshire. I needed passage to Rilara so that I could deliver a letter. On the outskirts of Port Hampshire we were attacked by griffons, slaying both of us. I awoke in Hlint, heavily burdened, to find Angela waiting for me. Luckily a man increased my strength and we proceeded to return to Port Hampshire and our graves. I collected some gum on the way and cast invisibility on us, allowing easy access to the graves.
I found passage to Rilara and spent the next few days starting some minor quests and avoiding monsters. I found a temple to Aragen, where I prayed in the peaceful surroundings. This trip was one of my most exciting for some time, pitting myself against the unknown, living off the land and learning of new places.
As I could not find the town where the letter needed to be delivered, I headed back to Hlint. On the way a farmer that had a problem with scarecrows pleaded for my help. Three of the creatures were quickly found and slain, but apparently they were not the ones he was after. Searching the fields by the house, another three were located, and engaged with little regard. I was quickly overwhelmed and found myself back in Hlint. This is the first time my pride has lead me to such foolish actions. A time of reflection is needed, maybe an extended period of crafting will settle me.
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I am trapped in the void! Maybe this is my punishment for my new pride. I can not pray to Aragen, I cannot do anything but wander lost. I am complete, but lost. Aragen hear me! I hope he can. Oh my god lead me from this place, use your knowledge to guide me! At least I have my notes that I have gathered. I will read them to pass the time, if there is time to pass. Aragen will lead me from this place. Although I may of failed him, he has never failed me. I must try to concentrate, but my mind wanders. Focus on Aragen, focus....
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I heard a voice! it must have been Aragen. He told me to remember who I was, where I was. I did as he asked. It was hard, they void kept draining me. I closed my eyes for a moment thinking of Hlint. I heard birds and felt warmth. Is this a dream. Opening my eyes, my heart soared. Aragen had led me back! How could I ever doubt. My faith is stronger than before, I must dedicate more time to my god and knowledge. My pride has gone, all that remains is the comfort of being loved by Aragen.
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I have kept to myself these last few days, avoiding any unnecessary fighting. As a result I am feeling a little more settled.
I had the disturbing news that Kai's wife has been killed. It must be very hard for him, although he is already searching for new love. I, of course, believe that he should morn for a longer period; however he often appears to be driven by lust. Apart from that, he is a good man. I also learnt how to make polishing oil, and can do so readily. Making the oil is also an enjoyable experience and much less expensive.
I met a young druid and showed them around, very pleasant young lady and quite talented. Hopefully she learnt a lot from the experience and has kept out of trouble.
Since I wrote the above I had a very interesting experience. Brit approached me and asked if I was his friend. He looked troubled and a little confused. I responded that I hoped so as we had saved each others life a number of times. It turns out that the young elf from the craft house is Brits beloved and he wanted to make sure that I didn't hate her! I responded that I thought she was a little naïve (which upset him a little), but also that maybe I was too harsh as well. I did warn him though of human-elven marriages and how the end result can be quite painful. He is resolute though. At that point Ireth (Brits beloved) approached. I apologized for my earlier actions in the craft house and she was gracious enough to accept. We then had a very enjoyable chat, often teasing Brit but he seemed to enjoy being the centre of attention. It is the happiest I have seen him for a while.
I also feel the need to tell him to forget what I said earlier, as they do look happy together. But then again, I have given him the knowledge, it is now up to him as to what he does with it. Brit, Ty and I then went copper mining as I need metal for rings. By the end of the trip we had a considerable amount which Brit smelted for me. He then said I should try to work in bronze, an alloy of copper and tin. I told him that I had just thrown some tin away, it made him somewhat angry. I also mentioned that I threw some amour patterns away, which also made him angry. We have now come to an arrangement where he obtains copper for me and I make patterns for him. I am happy with that. I truly enjoy Brits friendship and making him angry made me fell like I had let him down. I hope to rectify this.
Since that time I have focused on making rings, which I now have quite a collection of. My gem stockpiles are running low, so I will need to hunt for some more. Sometimes I feel that crafting never ends! I also met the orc again and apologized to him as well. He was kind enough to accept and I can now put that behind me. Although I feel that there is a story about that orc.
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The past few days have been very busy. Some time ago Brit suggested that Master Argos, a dwarf that he knew, could make fine weaponry. By chance, I ran into a dwarf matching Master Argos description in the craft house who indeed turned out to be that dwarf. Master Argos agreed to make an iron flail for me (my bronze morning star is too bulky) but he needed iron first. So Master Argos (a fine weapon master), Shar (a half-elven thief it appears) and myself went to the Haven mines, a place which I no longer fear. After successfully mining, we were returning to the surface when we ran into Jet, on route to do his own mining. He seemed capable of looking after himself, indeed I know how finer warrior he is, so we continued to the surface. On the surface, Shar felt uncomfortable about leaving Jet down in the mines by himself. So after some discussion and storing of ore on Shar’s ox “Boris” we returned to the mines. We were dismayed when we discovered that we had tarried to long, as before us was evidence that Jet had perished in the mines. We waited for some time, collecting some ore and returning to the surface. Master Argos then proceeded to the smithy to work the iron. Unfortunately, he did not have an oak staff handy, so a trip to the Broken forest was required. The trips was basically uneventful, except for the slaying of some undead. On return Master Argos requested that I make some clay moulds for him. While digging up the clay I also obtained some sand to turn into glass for a crystal rod I was planning to make. Once Master Argos had all the components he proceeded to make me a fine light flail.
Shar had been mining gems, although she had run out of polishing oil. I offered to show her how to make the oil, which she did with some measure of success. It turns out that Shar does not have a good memory and writes things down in a book. I told here that Aragen would approve and she asked me who that was. A discussion about religions resulted, and it turns out she is a follower of “The Runner” although not fully devout. She is also troubled as she loves a dwarf, and as she is a half elf, the situation is eating at her. I suggested that maybe her God will help to provide an answer. We then parted ways.
With the glass I had made I was able to create a crystal rod. Since I had the other components, a visit to the wizards tower with the intent to enchant my new flail was in order. I knew that I basically could not fail; unfortunately that is what happened. I was dumbstruck. Distraught, I fled the tower and into a fight where some orcs were chasing a man cutting wood. Slaying the orcs made me feel somewhat better, and following a brief chat, I wandered back into town where I ran into Brit.
Brit asked me to be his best man, to which I agreed. Brit is a fine fellow and being his best man pleased me. Ireth joined us and we chatted about the wedding. I also gave Brit two exceptional rings I had crafted, in case he did not have any. If by the wedding I can make better ones I will do so. I am so looking forward to it!
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Today I read a note at the inn that upset me a little.
Brit and Ireth have married!! Apparently they could not wait for a future date and wed at the first opportunity. The prospect of being the best man for Brit had made me happy, and showed how much he respected me as I respect him.
Still, it is their day and not mine and I truly wish them the best. I hope they used the rings I gave them, if they have not I don’t want to know. It would have been my first wedding here and a great opportunity to observe all that attended and how marriages were arranged here. I could have also recorded the proceedings of the day for future records.
As long as they are happy, I am happy.
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I managed to catch up with Brit and Ireth today to congratulate them personally on their marriage. They used the rings and appeared very happy with them, this humbled me. It sounds like it was a fantastic wedding.
I have the feeling that Brit felt a little bad about the timing, so he took me mining for copper and gems. We ran into Ireth and Shar on the way back and had a good chat although Shar had to leave.
With all the copper Brit gave me, the next stop was the craft house. Brit came along as I had a number of armour patterns and some tin to give him and offered to dig clay for ring moulds. While they did that I managed to make a basic ring and went to the temple to making healing potions. On the way back to the craft house, I ran into Kai and asked if he knew about some good leather armour and he promised to show me some. Mine is serviceable but not ideal.
Brit was waiting at the craft house and had made some moulds for me; unfortunately they were the wrong ones. Still I welcomed his help.
Sy appeared and I found out she was going to marry Kai. I am happy for her, but I thought that she was interested in other females. Although a good friend, she confuses me somewhat. Still as long as she is happy, I am happy.
The only other thing of note is I have started to investigate renting a room at the Leilon Arms Inn. I hope that this will allow me to collect more items of note and store the items that I have made and do not want to discard. I have a fine collection of rings but no market. Maybe I need to make better ones.
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Today was well worth it.
I made a decision to complete one of my outstanding quests, well a parcel run really. The first parcel had to be dropped off in Fort Hope to a man called Larry. The second one had to be delivered a little further south to a man called Curly. As I passed through Fort Hope a second time I ran into Sy, or rather a shade of her. She quickly recovered and I asked her to travel with me, to which she agreed. Not only did she take me to the destination so that I could find Curley, Sy showed me around some of the other sights, which for some reason included battling a number of monsters. It was a good thing I had packed a number of healing potions. The next parcel was to Mo, an easy trip and once completed we headed back to Hlint. We took a wrong turn and ran into a group of ogre berserkers, which slowly overcame Sy. She fell, telling me to flee with her last breaths, as the ogres rushed towards me, so I turned invisible.
Rushing over to Sy I found she still had a pulse and I healed her. She was so angry with the ogres that she cut them down in moments. I healed us as much as we could and we continued on our way back to Hlint. Travelling with Sy again was very enjoyable and I was amazed at much she has improved as a warrior.
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What a rewarding few days I have had.
I joined with a large group of adventures and travelled south of Haven, through the desert visiting new and interesting places. We encountered goblins riding spiders and worgs, snakes scorpions and manticores. Unfortunately most of the group had to leave, so a smaller party of five went on to the Berhagen mountains. I had not been there for some time, the golems there are truly frighting. Garnet fell, slain not by a golem but by a fireball that one of our wizards had cast (Victor also fell but I was able to heal him in time). We waited until his shade had returned to us and pressed on. Unfortunately I became separated and lost from the others. It was terrifying being lost in those mountains by myself. Casting invisibility I fled, although I have a feeling that the golems knew I was there and followed me some distance.
Panting I was standing by the gates of Fort Velensk when some adventures came running past. I had seen Tim around town but had never spoke to him. After a short discussion, Kavil agreed to take me into the party, apparently our destination was the Dire Woods.
While on the way to the woods we were set upon by mercenaries, mainly Halflings and dwarves. Tim slew many but could not prevent them for attacking Kavil (who nearly fell) and myself. In the end we were victorious, sounded by many bodies that littered the hillside. Kavil scolded Tim for not preparing appropriately before charging off into the fray. Tim appeared to be suitably apologetic.
The Dire Woods deserved the name. Spectors and bone golems charged us in great numbers. Tim, protected by many wards from Kavil and myself, carved a path through them. Even still, on some occasions I was forced to protect Kavil with my shield. Kavil’s magical ability was truly impressive. I would like to learn more from him.
We fell back from the woods, deciding to tackle them from the other entrance. Only then was I informed about the spiders that lurked there, I hate spiders. Again Tim proved to be great warrior, although both him and Kavil were poisoned. We slew many spiders and proceeded to an area where there were giants. Rodlin joined us at this point, a ranger of some skill with a bow. The giants were engaged, falling to Tims blade, Kavils magic and Rodlins bow. I assisted where I could with minor spells and healing. I now realise how much more I need to master.
The group agreed to assist me in trip to Rilian so that I could help a farmer there and deliver a message. With their company, the tasks were completed including a cow rescuing mission. The group wanted to go after some gold; I assumed that they meant coins, but no, they were after mining a gold vein.
The hideout contained not only a gold vein, but also a group of bandits who were not happy at our visit. The fight was progressing well, until Tim fell (I could not find him to heal, it turns out he had fled to the entrance). We managed to kill the bandits allowing Rodlin to mine. Leaving the mine we heard sounds of battle where Tims shade was fighting a bandit. The weakened shade fell, but this time I was able to help Tim and the bandit as slain. We decided to return to Hlint and other destinations.
Back in town I ran into Master Noss. We may have a business deal in the near future. I am glad as I respect him greatly. Maybe some of Brits views have rubbed off on me. Tedulas was taking a large group mining in Haven and I tagged along. Master Noss warned me to be careful as it could be dangerous. The expedition was going well, although too many of the members were charging forward (Master Noss joined us to keep a cool head). We reached the iron deposits where Fifur had an argument with another member of the group. While Fifur was distracted, a large group of very angry ogres attacked and killed him. A number of other adventurers also nearly fell. Master Noss and I were kept busy healing. We left the caves and waited to ensure that Fifur’s shade reached it’s grave. Then Master Noss and I returned to Hlint.
I feel that I have made great progress recently, although there is still some way to go before I well feel that I have accomplished something.
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Today was going to be spent on crafting, however a concerning matter was brought before me.
It appears that Ireth has done a rash and foolish thing, even though the intentions were honourable and noble. Apparently Sy was slain in a battle and Ireth offered to pay her debt to an avatar of an unknown god. The breadth of the debt is unknown, but it appears that Ireth has been promised to captain of Blood called Dougal. Although not an evil man, he walks the balance, madly swinging like a pendulum, doing great evil and good. For a former paladin, Dougal appears to have lost his way, and struggles within himself. Could he be saved?
Apparently the avatar wants Ireth to spy on him, but why the need to train as an assassin. Something is not right. Who is the avatar and why cause Ireth to do what could be an evil act? It makes no sense that the powers of good do this.
Still, I was very angry that Ireth would do this to herself and Brit, to take a debt without knowing what it entailed. I always thought she was a little naïve and rash, but I could not say that to her. She has become a dear friend after all. I am concerned for Brit though. I have not seen him. Ireth said that he would find me if he needed to talk. She also said I should help another, a brother of hers, through this time. Oh how I longed to provide a solution.
The only aid I could provide was to visit the Great Library with Ireth. I think that Ireth was a little overwhelmed with the books located there, where as I found the place soothing. I was able to focus on the task at hand, to research Dougal. To find out who his lost love was, what drives him and what can be used to turn or fight him. There are so many books, many not related, but even in those not directly refering to Dougal there may be single gem of information that needs to be brought into the light.
Ireth left me to my task. I hope that I can find the information that I need. I may have to return to Hlint to buy more provisions. So many books, and I do not know how much time I have…..
Oh Ireth, how could you do this to Brit. How could you do it to all of us that care for you.
Sy, why did you have to be so reckless? I thought you were becoming more sensible. I hope that you realise what pain and suffering you have caused.
Pendar sat back, rubbed tired eyes and cast another light spell to illuminate the tome before him. A pile of books on history, religion and famous personalities surrounded him. Sitting straight in his chair to stretch his back a little, he opened the black leather bound book. A feeling of evil radiated from the pages, sending sensations of burning up Pendars fingers. Wincing, Pendar kept reading. Even the darkest books and provide light he thought. I just hope I have enough time….
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It has taken me some days to come to terms with recent events.
My search of the library failed to discover anything. Dejected, I headed back to Hlint. Shelu and Morgina (I think that was here name) were discussing love, as women tend to do, querying why I had not found a woman. I avoided the question, saying that all the good women were taken and was glad when a party decided to visit the Dragon Isles as it ended the subject.
Amongst the party was Ireth, wife to my good friend Brit and whom I had been undertaking the research in the Library for. She was a little hesitant on accompanying us, but we convinced her that it was safe. Everything was going well until we reached the battle fens, then all hell broke loose.
The lizardmen of the fens ambushed us, slaying many of the group as we were not prepared. Ireth was surrounded and fighting bravely. I made her invisible and beseeched Aragen to heal her. She must have failed to notice that she was invisible as she kept fighting, dispelling the magic.
Then tragedy. Aragen granted my prayer, I placed my hands on Ireth and felt his power flow through me. She screamed aloud in pain, shocked I stepped back only to be hit from behind. Before the void claimed me, my last sight was of Ireth, crumpled over on the ground, oozing a green liquid. My only conclusion was that somehow my healing spell had gone wrong and killed her.
I returned from the void, visiting my grave with the other members of the party. Ireth was not amongst them. I could not fine her, although her grave was still standing there, as was a pool of shimmering green liquid. In a daze I followed the others to Fort Velensk, to take a ship to the Isles, knowing that I had killed Ireth instead of helping her.
We had barely set foot into the Dragon Isle forest when a treant attacked us. Slaying the creature was hard, but our warriors were more than capable. We journeyed a little further in and were set upon by more of the creatures, as well as a tribe of mutant humans that were easily dispatched. As the forest thinned out, a small drake dove from the skys, killing one member of the party while the others hacked at it. To my personal relief Kai appeared out of the forest, bolstering the number of swords in our group. Apparently Kai has changed his ways and is in love. I will have to meet this new woman of his, she must be amazing to change his ways. He joined us, which was fortunate as we stumbled into a cave full of minotaurs. We hacked our way through the cave, but did not find anything of interest. For all the blood that was spilt, it was a poor reward.
Returning to the surface we found that mushroom creatures had surrounded us. Kai again proved his abilities by slaying many of the mushroom men, even as they spewed forth spores to confuse him. By the end, we were the only things alive. Continuing on, we encountered more treants, with members of our party leaving us to return home. We took a small boat to some mountains where many harpies attacked us, killing Ranewin. I could not believe that so many of the foul beasts could be found in the one area. Kai left to help guide Ranewin’s shade back to us. As we approached the grave, we were again attacked by the screaming creatures. After some fierce fighting their corpses littered the ground, like leaves after a storm.
Eventually we came across a satyr that taunted us and then attacked. Morgaina became afraid and would not go on, however we convinced her to do so. We swam across to a small island where some steps lead into the dark. Hesitantly we ventured down as Kai told us that there were drow and worse about.
Inside, all we found were various were-creatures, that was bad enough without encountering drow. Exhausted, we returned to where the captain had set us down, to find that they had been killed. With no choice, I settled down to wait for the next ship to arrive. All the while, knowing that Ireth had died because of my actions and that Brit was likely to fly into a rage and kill me if he should find out.
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Brit is extremely distraught. I slapped him for his self-destructive comments. Brit angrily stormed off into the mountains. Still, it did not stop me from acting foolishly and trying to convince him to protect me against gnolls, something he used to do without hesitation. He just stood there and watched while gnolls fired arrow after arrow at me, before turning and walking away. How could he do that to a friend? Feeling light-headed I fell as Shar killed the last gnoll. As I lay on the ground feeling sorry for myself Shar used her last bandages to heal me. Angry, I staggered towards the gnolls but was stopped, Shar had no bandages left, it would be wrong of me to leave her without the ability to heal herself. We then talked for quite a while about our pasts and her feelings towards Master Noss. Shar moved close to me and looked under my hood. She called me Storm Eyes, it sounded beautiful in elvish, I was very touched. After removing my hood, we talked some more. Shar now knows that I am half-elven, something most people would not be aware of. She questioned things too close to my heart and I avoided the answer. She left, but I am sure that she will question me again.
Still injured I walked into town, refusing to heal myself. Ireth was there, as was Fifur. Explaining what had happened to Ireth I then acted like a fool, lying on the road so that people would walk over me. Kind Fifur used items to protect me from damage, although at the time it made me very angry. He even lay on the ground beside me, sharing in the pain, well until he fell asleep that is. Oh Brit, why have tou done this to your friends.
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There has been an influx of new people into the town. Guiding them around town is a bit of a chore, still, everyone needs help. It also gives me some understanding of who they are. I can learn a great deal by watching.
Crafting still brings me joy, although gathering the materials can be tedious. Scribing is very rewarding, but not all materials are readily available. Shar and I have spent some time together, two half-elves one more lost than the other. She touched my face; I drew away. No-one has done that in such a long time. I do not know the meaning of the touch, I do not want to dwell upon it. I wish to forget.
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I have secured a room in the Leilon Arms Inn, providing much needed storage space. The fellow boarders are very friendly, in their own way. Merchants also set up stalls there, where I managed to purchase a fine ring, belt and gloves. My next task is to examine them to see how they are made.
Kai and I also went mining. As there were only two of us we avoided as much combat as possible. Kai broke both of his picks and we really had little return for the effort. Still, it provided me with an insight into how to tackle the mines differently.
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What has come over me, have I become depressed because of what is happening to Brit? I must be depressed, because the following actions, although funny, are not consistent with my nature.
The beautiful Shelu, a man called Pyyran, a dark one and an elven maiden was talking outside the Hlint merchants. The dark one required an item to be identified, which I did with ease. I do not trust them, but still will be more friendly towards them. We were talking in general, except for the elves that were talking in elvish, a bit rude for the human Pyyran. He is interested in learning the language though, but I spoke only in common, rarely does the elvish language pass my lips.
I made some jest regarding elves, and this maiden took it poorly. My next comment was to Pyyran, telling him to learn orcish as it has better curse words. The maiden called me a demon, well said that anything could be under the hood, even an orc. She then went on about keeping the balance and not killing orcs and so on. By this stage, I was convinced that this maiden needed some educating on the realities of life, and told her so.
She said that orcs would only attack because we raided them! I had enough, telling her that the best use of the orcish language is to lure females and their young out of hiding so that they can be butchered and by killing the young first, the females could be dealt with easier as they would be so distraught. Shelu then asked if I actually spoke orcish and I clearly stated I did not. The maiden, turns out to be a druid, pulls out a knife and lunges at me! By that time I had cast invisibility, easily avoiding the attack. It was amusing to see the young maiden land face first on the dusty road. She was furious, so to drive her further into a rage I promptly threw a stink bomb at her, being careful to avoid hitting dear Shelu with the resulting vapours. The druid stormed off, then Shelu dispelled my magic. I did apologise for my behaviour to Pyyran and Shelu, the latter was most amused by the event.
I was a little sheepish about it all so I went to look for the druid, wearing a disguise of course, to ensure that she stayed out of trouble. Alas, I could not find her so I hope she stays safe. I did run into Ireth though, and she said something so I told here that I would spank her. I fear that I have been around Kai too much
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All is well!!
Ireth has been healed, well at least the poison has been removed from her body. Brit and I have reconciled, he even game me a metal helm that I can wear under my hood. I am most pleased with it, although I may lock it safely away so it does not become damaged.
I heard there was a meeting in Fort Velensk to do with the alliance and decided to journey there with Shelu and Barion. Others joined us along the way, the journey itself was not very eventful, until we were ambushed in the fens by lizardmen. Barion and Shelu work well together and we quickly killed all of the beasts. The meeting had not started and a great number of people were sitting around talking. Ifion sang some ditties for us, he is a great sport and a fine bard. Not that I will ever mention this too him! I left before the meeting started, rest called me.
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Mindflayers in Hlint! A group of us were attacked by the beasts and flying eyes as well. We banded together and with the aid of Moreken travelled to their lair to battle them. At evert stage eyes attacked us, but we were well prepared. In the dungeon we encountered umber hulks, earth elementals, spiders and mind flayers. We battled on, losing Pyyran to an earth elemental. Luckily a priest of Toran was there to raise him. Onward we went, into the depths of the dungeon, there we came across some fearsome beasts that slew most of the party, I was only about to save a few from certain death.
One beast, a brain devourer was most problematic, I exhausted all my spells on the creature with little effect. Nor could the weapons of my comrades affect it. We summoned beasts to battle it and I fled to read my notes on the animal. When I returned, it had been slain, and members of our party were attacking an altar. Knowing nothing else I prayed to Aragen, which appear to annoy the creature. My strong faith was like a weapon, striking it. My prayers ti Aragen were answered, my comrades were restored (it was claimed later that it was all an illusion, I do not believe that)! We fled the tunnel; I was exhausted by the efforts and was carried out. (it was a great GM quest)
Our battered group returned to Hilnt, enriched by the experience.
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A mining trip gone wrong.
Jet, Brit, Kai, Natalyia, a goblin and Ireth ventured all the way to the bottom of the Haven mines. I collected many gems (Brit carried most of them for me) during the trip. We were in sight of the entrance when some ogrillians attacked, slaying both Brit and Ireth. I only survived though the use of an invisibility spell. I also turn Ireth invisible but she kept attacking. Once she starts, she can be very single minded!
I returned to Hlint, hoping that the shades of Brit and Ireth could be found there. Brit was there although Ireth was not. We returned to Haven to watch Sy stumble out and collapse, chased by some minotaurs. Apparently there may be a portal down there, a group lead by Brit and Ireth were going to investigate. I returned to the temple, to see what I could find out.
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For days now I have been carrying around a package for farmer Part. The blasted thing weighs me down and takes up room in my pack. So a journey to the Thalos River was in order.
Reaching Port Hampshire after a long and uneventful trek, I was surprised to see Master Noss at the docks. Apparently he was pondering a trip to Rilara and as I needed to see farmer Part it seemed logical that we should travel together.
Whilst travelling through the forest of Rilara Master Noss cautioned me not to wander far, the forest could be a dangerous place he said. As if to reinforce his words an elven ranger stepped out of the gloom and fired a barrage of arrows, several glancing off Master Noss’s amour as he calmly walked up and engaged the elf. Magic missiles shot from my hand, causing the elf to cry out and allowing Master Noss to end his pain with that powerful hammer of his. What drives an elf to attack too peaceful travellers is unknown to me.
Farmer Part was happy to receive the letter, giving me some coins for my trouble. He is a good man, although there always appears to be something causing him some angst, especially those scarecrows.
With my task finished, Master Noss took me on a tour of Rilara, through groves of chestnuts and into foul swamps. As a precaution, Master Noss bid me to become invisible while he requested that his God provide him sanctuary from any fell bests that we came across. With a towns walls in sight, the destiny of our journey, an angry cry whet up from a troll shaman who charged through the swamp towards us. The shamans cries attracted a further two trolls, and we fled for the gates, reaching them just before the trolls.
Once inside, I thought we were safe until a lumbering hulk threw me aside and charged Master Noss. Hammer rose and fell, the power of Noss’s God beat down on the creatures and troll and dwarf blood ran freely. My prayers to Aragen were answered, some of Noss’s wounds closed, alas more were torn open by the trolls. He was forced backwards and there were still no sign of the guards. With a bellow, one troll fell to Master Noss and the others fled, we were safe.
Leaving town, our trek continued onwards until reaching a beautiful lake where cranberries grew in the fertile soil and catfish could be seen swimming in the shallows. We had collected the nuts and fruit along the way as Master Noss said they had some useful properties.
We caught ship back to Port Hampshire, being glad that another trip to Rilara would not be required for some time. Disembarking, we began the long journey back to Hlint. Just south of Fort Hope a shadow fell across the road, signalling an attack from the local gryphons. Master Noss set about with his hammer while I fired arrow after arrow into the bellies of the beasts. As the last one crashed to the ground, I felt the love of Aragen flow through me; I had reached a new understanding with my God.
Hlint was quiet, Kai, Ireth and Ariel were sitting on the benches near the pond, chatting and enjoying the sunshine. Ireth stood, beckoning me away from the others, a look of concern on her face. We must maintain a ruse she said, the pain inflicted on her during healing must be acted out, else He will know something is amiss. Although a little hesitant with the ability to maintain the act, the only path was for me to agree. A little relived, Ireth and I joined the others who had not appeared to miss our presence.
A tingle moved up my spine as I reviewed the new knowledge Aragen had provided me. On a whim I entered the graveyard and called to an unsettled spirit, whom answered in a form of a zombie. Apparently the spirit had been murdered by goblins and needed closure. Guiding the zombie through Hlint to the Red Light Caves was an easy task, there the zombie extracted it’s revenge, slaying many goblins before fading away. Gladdened by aiding a spirit in that manner, I walked to the campfire to rest.
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Summoning the zombie is becoming a habit that must end. Although useful and I truly believe that it helps to rest the poor creatures soul, there have been some negative reactions from people to his company. Hopefully, Aragen has not been displeased with my actions.
Sitting in the sun in the goblin wastelands, invisible of course, the breeze was very pleasant although someone was killing goblins on the hill above, quite distracting really. Master Noss walked over the hill on his way to mine greenstones. We greeted each other, while waiting for Lan, who was going to help me mine some copper. Sounds of fighting came from the caves and we raced in to find Lan slaying the last of a group of goblins. Stupidly I had forgotten my picks and ran back to town with the jests of my companions still ringing in my ears.
Angela was talking to the others when I returned, so the natural choice was to form a larger group. Apparently she needed to blow off some steam. We managed to collect a fair amount of copper, until I broke both of my picks. Again the others teased me mercilessly as I mined, it was quite amusing.
Hlint was quiet, and the smithy empty, allowing me to concentrate on smelting. Just as my skills were increasing Kai, Ty, and a few moments later Ireth appeared. They kept on disrupting my smelting although the company was pleasant.
With the new copper ingots and a trip to the Leilon arms to retrieve some of my moulds completed, it was time to make some rings. Two rings came out exceptionally well, one of which I will keep and the other I will sell, if there is a market.
Not a bad day all in all.
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Ireth and Brit are to have a child! What joyous news! They are both beside themselves with happiness at the prospect of looking after a daughter in nine or more months. Trysk joined us (Ranewin his beloved was also there) and Brit remarked that he may want to go and hide, so I turned Ty invisible, then Ranewin invisible so that could have some quite time!
Brit commented how he wished to be invisible as well and I granted him that wish. I think that Brit was getting up to mischief with Ireth as she kept yelping in surprise.
To celebrate we went mining for copper, which Brit allowed Ireth and myself to smelt afterwards, improving my technique. During the mining trip I healed Ireth and she cried in pain. It was very convincing and for a moment I thought that I had truly hurt her. Remembering our recent conversation, it then occurred to me she was acting. I felt ashamed that I have forgot such an aspect from a friend. Brit and I had a short discussion regarding the summoning of undead. In his view it depends on the purpose of the summoning. I don’t know if he really understood the point of the question.
Some stored moulds proved useful in making two rings, although they were of ordinary quality. Working gems is truly a pleasure.
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Pendar sat down on the bed of the small rented room in the Lelion Arms, pondering what had happened over the past few days. Groaning slightly, he stood up to stretch stiff muscles, and run a hand though his hair to comb it into some semblance of order.
Tiredly, Pendar walked over to the writing desk and sat down, collecting this thoughts and putting pen to paper.
These last few days have truly been put into service of Aragen. The work put into crafting is starting to pay off, with the results clearly seen. Gathering resources is the hardest part, however by using the right reward, be it coin or other items, others can be persuaded to gather materials for you. I had convinced one person to mine ore for me; as a result he brought back over 50 ore samples. They took some time to work and I now have a fine stockpile of copper. I also made a deal with that same fellow where he provided me with a number of boxes of skeleton knuckles, in return I gave him a number of healing potions. It was a fair swap all round.
My travels have taken me to a dwarven fortress, an island of bugbears and the crypts in Krandor. In each situation a task was completed. I even ventured deep into the High Moores with a small party to assist in a task, learning much. My healing abilities have proven very useful, saving many people from certain death, while they battle evil beasts. Only rarely do I become involved in hand-to-hand combat, that is best left to others.
Slowly I am collating the location of resources, asking fellow adventurers where they have found specific items, then proceeding to collect samples for myself, where possible.
I had added some interesting items to my resource collection, some graveyard dirt and black mushrooms. At some stage I will need to collect some spotted mushrooms, however my recent trips to Stroans crypt have been less than enjoyable. During one adventure, two of our party became trapped behind a door we could not unlock, with the bodies of a further 4 of our fellows. The second time I was chased in by a huge skeleton that then proceeded to kill a pixie familiar, trapping a elven mage behind a door. Luckily my pixie familiar was able to open the door, freeing him.
One other subject of importance is the collection of magical spells. So far, I am only focusing on the simple ones I can cast, however as my abilities increase I hope to collect more. I will then learn to scribe the spells so I can share them with other spell users, in return for new spells of course.
My other task is to produce some studded wolf armour. I have also noticed a number of clerics using swords. Maybe if I can make a sword Aragen will allow me to use it.
One last subject of note; Ozy. He has offered to teach me knowledge that Aragen may not approve of or even know, dark teachings that may corrupt. What a temptation, new knowledge, but at what cost?
Pendar sat back in thought. Some guidance is required on this. But who to ask? Maybe in his prayers to Aragen an answer will be revealed.
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I had the joy of running into that foolish elven druid whom wishes to kill me because of the joke I made about killing orc children.
Glenn and another fellow were there; both put themselves in harms way to protect me from the idiot. Such a feral beast she is. I must admit that some of my comments did not help, but teasing her was so much fun. Even Glenn and the other fellow were amused. That woman pushed me over and pulled a knife! How rude!
Ireth passed by and came to my defense as well, such a lovely person she is, even if she did say that I have a strange sense of humour and that I should shut up. I am surprised that a druid, an order reputed to be calm, wise and just, could ignore the evidence that the others put forth. Ireth left in frustration, as did Glenn. The other fellow just kept himself in front of me, although I did not wish him to be harmed on my account.
She lunged at me, a brief struggle before she fell (well, I pushed her over really), striking her head and falling unconscious. So I healed her and she cut me! Well, it was barely a scratch. The fellow was amazed that I would care about someone that had openly stated that she would kill me. Still, I believe that there is time for her to gather knowledge and grow as a person, although it could take a very long time as she is an elf. She even has less regard and more prejudice to other races than I did. Now I understand how rash I was.
A bird sent by Angela alighted upon my shoulder, with a note requesting my presence in Fort Lhast. She followed me to the gate; threatening me that once I was out of the cage (Hlint) I would be hers to kill! All the time I had not drawn a weapon on her. I was still trying to disengage when Angela arrived wondering why I had not responded, immediately coming to my defense. Then a rather dark looking man arrived, observing the situation and making inappropriate, although humorous, comments. One such comment was that he also liked killing children. This enraged the druid further and she threatened that he was next to die.
Soon Abi, Ranewin and Angela were telling the elf not to be so stupid, that I was a good friend and not a childkiller. I joked that they were ruining my credibility and the dark stranger was making comments so amusing that I struggled to keep a straight face. Angela tried to disarm the druid but failed. Rane left as she didn’t want anything further to do with the conversation and I departed, with my happy druid shadow to do some crafting.
Luckily I was able to lose her on the way to the craft house, and returned to the ladies in time to journey to the mountains near Fort Velensk. Fifur and I then went to the Direwood caves, a new experience for me. I returned to Fort Velensk to rest and plan the trip back to Hlint to work the gems I had on my person.
//It has been a while since I had laughed as much as last night. Some of the comments by Shadoe (Bryantiza) had me in tears and I couldn't type. Thanks to all people who put up with the situation. Poor Pendar has an enemy, but he also realises how many good friends he has.
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I have been so self absorbed that I have not recorded the most important event of the last few days, that druid must have upset me more than I thought!
While in the mountains, with a group including Ireth, we experienced a marvellous sight. An avatar of the Gods, or so she claimed, greeted us and spoke directly with Ireth. The avatar was beautiful, although terrifying at the same time. I swear that Kai was tying to find a way to lure her into his bed! I suppose that she did have a pulse after all….
Ireth nearly wept when the avatar told her that Dougal was dead and the debt abolished. She is safe. The child is safe. Brit is safe. At least for the time being. There are repercussions associated with that creature Dougals death. He had the potential to be an agent for good, to help stop Bloods invasion. Alas that chance is now gone. Sadly, the child Dougal was minding will become another victim of Ozy in his quest to close the portals by killing the children. The battle continues, but what will be the next front?
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Tried to make some studded wolf armour and failed. If more wolves attack me in the future I will collect the hides so that I can try again. Also managed to talk to Faile the druid about that young feral druid. Faile is somewhat bemused by the entire situation and believes that the young druid requires some educating. I cautioned Faile not to relate this conversation to the druid and to act as if it did not happen. Fifur was there and thought the entire episode was very amusing. He even suggested that I change my name to "Pendar the Child Slaughter". My response that my name will become "Pendar who will not heal Fifur" did not sit will with him so he shut up.
Fifur and I went to Haven, before Fifur got drunk and fell asleep. I was forced to make my way back, slaying a number of ogres. Now I can stand toe to toe with those in the mines and win, at least if the odds are one on one!
Lan wanted my help in the goblin caves, which I provided. Just before climbing to the second level I cast many spells of protection on myself, expecting a goblin ambush. Alas there was none, so Lan continued on towards the exit. I turned to leave, only to hear a noise behind me. About half a dozen of the creatures had snuck up on me. With all the spells of protection wrapped around my person, I battled, without being hit. There was a cry and another mob of goblins charged into the fray, several staying back to shoot arrows at me. Soon all the goblins were dead and I only had a small wound to show.
Lan had also been ambushed but had dealt with the beasts appropriately. We parted ways and I left for my room in the Leilon Arms.
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The craft-house was deathly quiet, the only noise the soft murmur of the post master and Johan discussing the health of his wife. It appears that Johans wife has not improved, it is a shame as they are a pleasant couple.
A soft yellow glow from cooling copper bathed Pendars face as he reflected on recent events. The hood typically warn by him had been pulled back, showing a young pale face. Grey eyes watched as the copper solidified in the moulds, forming arrowheads for further crafting.
Pender sat down against the crafthouse wall, pulling out a simple journal and a raven feather quill to record his latest thoughts.
Milstone as whole was becoming more familiar to me he wrote. The length and breath of the content has been traversed, either alone or in parties, with new companions and friends resulting from successful adventures. The knowledge gathered along the way is invaluable, providing insight into the lay of the land, different cultures and other going-ons on Milstone. My skills in crafting have also improved greatly. At this point Pender looked down at the studded leather wolf suit he was wearing, a labour of many hours, but well worth it.
His face clouded as he recalled one particular day, the day death visited.
Milstone has become dangerous, whilst returning to Hlint from Krandor, a man in blood red and black armour cut me down, not even breaking his stride. I had never met such power in a being before. Awaking in Lelion, I headed to Hlint again, only to be ambushed by that foolish druid who appears intent on my death. I had no intention of fighting her, and then He appeared again, killing her wolf companion as I fled. Running into town raising the alarm, adventures gathered to hear the tale of what had occurred. Other adventures recently killed by the man stumbled into town. The druid accused me of bringing Him here! I was in shock, declaring my innocence. Such a vindictive and evil creature she is.
A group rapidly formed to take battle to the man in Blood red armour. It was carnage; I doubt we even scratched him. Then he was gone, as simple as that. I claimed that it was Blood, who else would have such power in both the magical and martial arts. Others were not convinced. Still the armour and the weapon matched his description.
Then hope. Later that day whilst crafting, Jacc relayed information to me that an alliance of powerful adventurers were successful in some important and dangerous missions. Much old knowledge had been rediscovered. But even in this journal, I would not record that discussion lest the journal be lost. I will relate everything to the temple though; the content of the conversation needs to be kept. Jacc did confirm however, it was Bloodstone himself that we faced that day.
How dare she! That foolish druid has posted a warning note in the inn, defaming my name! I responded, demanding that she cease this foolishness. Considering the wars that have been thrust upon us, infighting such as this is pointless and dividing. We need every able body to help, the fear she breeds could cripple us all.
Closing the journal, Pender stood and looked at the set arrowheads. Cracking open a mould, a close examination showed that they were serviceable. Picking up a bundle of arrow shafts, Pender walked towards the fletching table, a satisfied smile on his face replaced the frown of moments before as he anticipated working on his new skills.
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With a pop, embers exploded, chasing each other skywards. With a start, Pendar looked up from putting some finishing touches to a suit of studded leather armour. Cautiously peering into shadows thrown up by flames from the fire, he relaxed as a second explosion of heated tree resin showed what had caused the initial sound. Watching the second flight of embers, Pendar considered the past few days.
Ireth and Brit have gone their separate ways, the though brought a twinge of sadness for his friends. How should he react? Ireth still frequents the town when not tending to her baby….but not Brits baby. Celestial forces had interfered, turning the foetus into a planner being. Had this been the last straw for Brit? But Ireth indicated it was not going well anyway. Sighing, Pendar recalled the day he told Brit that marrying a elf could bring pain to both parties. But the love had looked so strong…
And now others were courting Ireth. Kai, that paladin Remeil or whatever his name is and probably Mith….Mith he tries so hard to be dark but still the light can shine through him. The child must be protected, but who or what is she?
Pendar stared into the fire, eyes glazing over while he analysed his thoughts. Master Noss indicated that a paladin would break his vows, killing an innocent. Who and why? Don’t trust anyone Master Noss said. Who was the one you trusted the most here…Brit… but he has gone. The Barbarian islands, cold and dangerous, Master Noss warned Pendar not to go there…But how could he not? Should he go there, what would he say? Would it make a difference? What could be learned there…
Stirring the fire, Pendar thought about his last conversation with Shar. Had he failed in showing friendship to Brit? Where was Shar?
And Ranewin, what curse does she have? Would the Arcane Alliance know? Pulling a scroll from a leather pouch Pendar slowly unfurled it. I do notn trust this group and maybe Ranewin has already found an answer. Still, maybe it is time to find out more regarding this Alliance. Slowly Pendar chanted the works scribed on the scroll, sending a message to an envoy of the Arcane Alliance hoping that it would not be a mistake.
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Townsfolk quickly went about their tasks, Rodlem has fallen and fear was creeping across Milstone. From shadows cast by the inns roof, Pendar watched the young druid walk out of town. Even though he was invisible and the danger from the druid was not that great (she had even apologised for tying to kill him) it is always better to be safe than sorry.
Leaning against the inn wall Pendar opened his journal, flicking through the pages. Most of the recent content contained notes on working hides and travel to new parts of Milstone, Rilara and Dregar, but there were some interesting passages he wished to review.
A trip to Leilon had exposed Pendar to a party looking for magic circles. One member of the party relayed their experiences so far, providing new knowledge. Further involvement in their cause would be a positive experience Pendar felt. It also provided links to the Arcane Alliance, links he could trust. Pendar still felt a little cautious regarding that organisation, even as he fingered the scroll detailing what was expected of him. He would need to read the scroll again to make sure he understood it all.
Shifting his weight, Pendar glanced about pondering the next entry: Ifion is not just a bard. Pendar was certain of it, as the bard had called on divine powers to heal in the goblin caves, claiming it was an innate ability. He had also observed Ifion by Ilsares temple acting suspiciously. Would he be a follower of Ilsare? She and Aragen do not get along well, but still the two of us do, even if we rankle each other for fun. Tragically, Blood has also attacked Ifion’s home; his parents had lived on Rodlem. Still, this behaviour should be investigated further.
Turning the next page, Pendars quick reactions caught a neatly folded letter placed between the pages. Brits letter…. Closing his eyes, the contents flashed inside his head. Brit was run out of town, called a barbarian and he was confused about why Ireth left him. Sighing, Pendar opened his eyes, at least he was alive he thought. Maybe a journey to the Isles to bring him back was warranted, although it would be very dangerous.
A breeze blew dust stirred by the passing people between the buildings, rustling Barion’s hair as he watched the pond deep in thought. A slight frown creased Pendars forehead, it was not fair for Barion that Shelu was away so much. Still, when the temple calls…
Closing the journal, Pendar recalled the last few items of interest. Ireths child has already grown up, and their friendship had been repaired to some degree. She had also received a letter from Brit and was glad he was safe. She is living with a new man, although Pendar was not sure whom, as long as they were happy.
Sy is seeing Annun, Kavils ex-lover. A meeting between Sy and Kavil had gone well enough, even though it was by chance precipitated by Pendar calling greetings to the two of them. A most difficult circumstance.
Lastly, the truce between the young druid and Pendar had been reached. Luna and Jacc had aided in this, still she needs to become wiser about the world and the journey they took as a group surely helped this.
Smiling Pendar recalled the greeting Acacea had taught Justain: “I am a little piggy”, convincing him that it means “I am a Paladin of Toran”. Pendar was about to explain to him exactly what it meant, however the way Acacea looked at him and knowing that Ireth is not fond of Justain, Pendar instead told him that it means “I am a mighty Paladin of Toran”. He was most pleased and I could barely keep a straight face and Acacea beamed with a smile that went from ear to ear and had skipped away happily.
Still with the smile on his lips, Pendar hefted his pack, full of skins for crafting, some kindly provided by friends. The smile quickly turned into a groan as the weight settled on his back. Once the skins hides had been worked, he would need to collect some more silk and bronze. Ah, the joys of being an adventurer and gathering knowledge for Aragen. Whistling softly, Pendar headed towards the crafthouse.
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Sunlight bathed Pendar as he sat, turning a mineral emerald in his hands, mesmerised by sparkles of green light. This is it, he thought. With this gem I can purchase a house and set up a library to store the knowledge that I collect, including spells from the agreement with Mith. The hours of mining had payed off in more than one way, a second set of studded wolf leather lay on the grass, a product of many days labour. The studs produced from ore that he had mined.
Time spent working hides was starting to pay off; Pendar was becoming more competent although luck was having an effect. If he had been more careful cutting out patterns and using oils there would be a greater collection of items for both use and sale. Still, Abi had helped with her advice in tailoring, something Pendar was grateful for.
Memories of the past few days drifted though his mind, the adventure to control the dream circles including dying at the hands of a demon, only to be raised at a later time by a party member. Neither Angela nor Trysk would leave his body behind, what loyal friends he now had. That adventure had come at a high cost. Many died, sometimes more than once. Pendar still recalled giving healing potion after healing potion to one of the fighters being squeezed to death by a magically summoned giant hand. Luckily the spell wore off before the fighter perished, but the look of pain on his face still haunts Pendars dreams.
A second death at the claws of a gryphon chasing a fleeing dwarf also came at a cost, both to Pendar and Ranewin who raised him. The pain on her face was terrible to behold after she returned life to his battered body. Still, her comments perplexed him. For a priestess of Ishare, she seems to be unwilling to give of herself to others as she once had. Granted she had given much, suffering as a result but to withdraw her love of others to protect herself may mean she is drawing away from her God. Although the faiths of Pendar and Ranewin were different and the respective gods not friendly to each other, he still hoped that she walked in her gods love else she may become forsaken.
Another memory of recent days came to Pendars minds eye, that of Ifion whispering a prayer over the body of Glug, a giant that had gone mining with them. One word still haunted Pendar “Aragen”. Ifion had been praying to Aragen. The bard who could inexplicably cast healing spells was praying to Aragen. Could Ifion be a priest of Aragen? If so, why does he hide it from another follower of his god especially a fellow priest? Tapping his chin thoughtfully, Pender was determined to spend more time with the bard to uncover his secret.
Wrapping the emerald in an oilskin, Pendar put it carefully in a belt pouch. Standing up, he glanced at Fifur’s house across the pond. Smiling to himself he recalled visiting the dwarfs abode and conversing with Shelu (such a beautiful elf she is) and Fifur. Pendar did not quite believe the story of the cow falling on Fifurs fathers head killing the hapless dwarf, it seemed too improbable, still unusual things do happen. Sure Fifur is a little too rash, however Pendar enjoyed his company even if it put them in situations where they may both die, such as a recent mining trip to Haven.
Shaking his head at Fifurs story, Pendar started walking towards Sielwood forest. It would be a perfect day for a walk in the cool shade of the trees there, maybe he would run into one of his ranger friends to show him some more forest lore, to supplement what his mother had shown him.
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Pendar carefully folded the parchment, placing it on his desk. After returning from travelling around parts of the Dragon Islands and southern Mistone with Jacc, Tyrsk, Angela, Aries and a thief that did not like dwarfs or spell slingers as he put it, Pendar had found a letter from Connor. "Well, what is done is done" he said. The first steps to join the Arcane Alliance had begun, now it was just a matter of time as to whether he would be accepted or not.
With nothing better to do, Pendar picked up the cougar bag he had crafted, stuffed a number of pelts into it and headed off to the crafthouse in Hlint.
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‘So much has happened recently, both joyful and sad’. Pender stopped writing, laying down his quill and resting a hand on his flail as footsteps echoed in the cavern, receding again after a few moments.
Pesky kobolds he thought, relaxing his grip on the flail Pendar picked up the quill again and continued writing.
‘Brit is dead; his frozen body was found by a ships captain and buried at sea. A tragic end for a dear friend. The reality had taken some time to sink in and informing Ireth had not been easy. Still, that chapter of my life is over. Rest well dear friend.’
‘Ireths case had been heard and appropriate punishment was metered out. She is a free woman although she is obliged to serve in a local orphanage for a period of time. My letter to the court did not arrive in time although I do not believe that it would have altered the course of judgement.’
Pendar looked at his shield resting against the wall. ‘The emerald sale provided some coins and two items of interest, a fine shield and a holy pendant that will require some study before it is of use. Recently I managed to enchanted my flail with holy fire, a great boon in battle is has already proven.”
‘Aragen has also increased my knowledge of things magical, allowing me to cast a new level of spells including balls of fire. I still have many spells to research and Mith is helping me with this in return for magical inks and parchment to write upon. In ways, he has become my default mentor in things arcane. Possibly he does not realise this yet.’
Water dripped, plopping into pools of water, scattering small blind fish and beetles to hide in nooks and crannies. Watching the falling drips Pendar pondered the one unanswered question, Has the Alliance accepted him or has be been rejected? Only time will tell.
Packing his writing equipment away, Pender then stood up and picked up one of the cougar pouches he had made. Slinging it over his shoulder he headed towards the caves entrance and another day to be spent crafting.
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Plop....
Plop....
Carp darted away as stones landed amongst the school.
Plop....
Ripples expanded in circles from the point of impact.
Plop....
Pendar sat in the still of the morning, tossing small stones, shattering the glass like stillness of the pond's surface.
Plop....
A tear rolled down his cheek.
Plop....
Thoughts in turmoil crashed about in his mind.
Plop....
Sighing, Pender felt around for some more pebbles to throw aimlessly, to shatter the stillness, to prevent from thinking. To stop the pain.
All his life people had left him, yet he knew that they were alive...hoped that they were alive. His parents, his first love. The presence of his god helped to fill that void, although making new friends was not always easy.
Plop...
Loosing friends was harder.
Plop...
First Brit and now Sy. Dear Sy, one of his first friends in Hlint. Although Sy and Pendar had gone down separate paths, a recent journey together had shown that the bond of friendship was still strong.
Plop…
Another tear.
Plop…
Sy, why did you have to leave, why did you do it? I will miss you Sy my friend. I wish I had your strength and your easy manner.
A smile crept on Pendar’s lips as he recalled the last time he saw Sy. To tease him, she started to take off her armour so that she would be naked in front of him, to embarrass poor Pendar. He turned away and closed his eyes so that he would not see. Now Pendar wished he hadn’t had done so. Not because he wanted to see her naked, rather because it was the last time he saw her. Had he have known, Pendar would have spent every moment that he could with her.
Lying back on the soft grass, Pendar watched the new dawn colours, orange, red, blue and yellow.
Rest well dear Sy, and may Aragen watch over you and ensure that I never forget the knowledge that your friendship brought.
Closing his eyes, tears rolling down his cheeks, Pendar remembered the two friends he has lost. Friends he would not see again in this world.
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Pendar sat by the fire and reflected on the past few days.
Ayla has also fallen. Although not a close friend, Pendar admired the strength of her faith. Now she has gone at a time when as much strength as possible must be mustered. A terrible blow.
Gathering material and crafting had taken up much of his time recently. Midnight had also commissioned Pendar to produce a certain scroll, a task that took a little more effort than first thought, still it was completed successfully. Not only was the scribing a useful experience Midnight also promised a nice sum of money for the scroll. Now basic inks were almost trivial to make, allowing them to be produced on mass for Mith in return for new spells. Once Pendar has mastered all the most basic of spells, the next level of ink would be required. Still, that was not a difficult task, rather just time consuming.
Harvesting oak for scrolls and arrow shafts was the most difficult of his tasks at the moment. Pendar smiled as he recalled the first time he produced arrows with oak shafts and bronze heads. Working the oak had proved very worthwhile, even if it was high risk. Either he had to fight undead or spiders and beetles. Neither prospect was much fun. He also had a small collection of bronze studs for making studded armour. With a few more pelts he could make some cougar armour or even some black bear armour. Maybe that should be his next task Pendar thought. Then again, the oak shafts also need to be turned into arrows. Maybe once that is done the pelts can be gathered and worked. So many things to do.
There has also been a number of new visitors to the town, young adventurers seeking fortune and glory, often running into trouble with some of the local monsters. Guiding them had also taken some time and was rewarding in it’s own way.
Pendar leaned back against the trunk of a tree, watching the stars overhead, glittering in the night sky. Such a beautiful night he thought. He also wondered if his parents were looking up at the sky that same night. Or if she was….why had she gone without saying goodbye? Where has she gone? Sighing Pendar closed his eyes, remembering the face of a beautiful young elvish maiden. He would never forget her….never…
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Pendar stood observing the kobolds, watching as they talked in high-pitched yappy voices. Glancing to the left he saw that the cave entrance was clear, but burdened as he was, there was no chance that he could dash to the exit. Besides, hours of mining had taken its toll, blistering his hands and leaving him bone weary, although the sacks of ore were a welcome reward.
Carefully, Pendar placed his pack down, cautious in case the kobolds became aware of his presence. Slinging his shield across his back and loosing his flail Pendar was ready.
Stepping out into the light, Pendar started to chant a spell just as two kobolds chose that moment to walk towards the cavern entrance. A cry went up as Pendar finished his spell, sending a ball of flame streaking towards the kobolds and erupting in the centre of the group. Charred bodies flew through the air, flames singeing the two kobolds standing near the entrance that shrieked in pain. Pendar used that time to ready his shield and flail, smashing the first kobold in the head, dropping it like a stone. The second kobold, wild eyed and charms jingling, pulled out a knife thrusting straight at Pendars throat. Using the flail shaft, the blow was easily parried, with the momentum of the kobolds thrust added to the circular overhead swing that ended with the flailhead smashing into the base of the neck. Spinning like a top, the kobold smashed headlong into a wall to collapse in a heap. Silence, except for the crackle of flames, producing pungent smoke from flesh and clothes. Pendar surveyed the room. Nothing moved. Nodding his head in satisfaction, Pendar picked up his pack, tied his shield to the back of it and started the long walk to the smithy.
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Pendar stood observing the kobolds, watching as they talked in high-pitched yappy voices. Glancing to the left he saw that the cave entrance was clear, but burdened as he was, there was no chance that he could dash to the exit. Besides, hours of mining had taken its toll, blistering his hands and leaving him bone weary, although the sacks of ore were a welcome reward.
Carefully, Pendar placed his pack down, cautious in case the kobolds became aware of his presence. Slinging his shield across his back and loosing his flail Pendar was ready.
Stepping out into the light, Pendar started to chant a spell just as two kobolds chose that moment to walk towards the cavern entrance. A cry went up as Pendar finished his spell, sending a ball of flame streaking towards the kobolds and erupting in the centre of the group. Charred bodies flew through the air, flames singeing the two kobolds standing near the entrance that shrieked in pain. Pendar used that time to ready his shield and flail, smashing the first kobold in the head, dropping it like a stone. The second kobold, wild eyed and charms jingling, pulled out a knife thrusting straight at Pendars throat. Using the flail shaft, the blow was easily parried, with the momentum of the kobolds thrust added to the circular overhead swing that ended with the flailhead smashing into the base of the neck. Spinning like a top, the kobold smashed headlong into a wall to collapse in a heap. Silence, except for the crackle of flames, producing pungent smoke from flesh and clothes. Pendar surveyed the room. Nothing moved. Nodding his head in satisfaction, Pendar picked up his pack, tied his shield to the back of it and started the long walk to the smithy.
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Chickens milled around as Pendar threw out handfuls of grain, greedily gobbling up everything that landed near them.
“That” he said to himself “should provide me some eggs for later”.
Walking back to his pack, Pendar thought about recent events.
His tailoring skills had increased significantly, to the point where he can make lion bags. Still all attempts to make an exceptional belt had failed. Rodlin subtly suggested that Pendar should not waste any animal products, and that the pursuit of the belt may not be worth the cost. However, the beasts Pendar hunted were relatively common and showed no signs of decreasing in numbers. Besides, the nearby mercenaries probably took more than he ever would and Rodlin would say such a thing being a ranger.
Likewise, Pendars ability to tinker had improved, although it had nearly cost him his life an a few occasions. Those snakes were poisonous, mind you collecting hides was not always safe either.
Practice at casting spells in armour was paying off, well sort of. He felt like he was heading towards a breakthough, then again that could just be an illusion. He still needed to work further on reducing his hand movements further to aid the casting. There were a few armoured mages he had talked to about this technique. As always, practice makes perfect.
Friends continued to fall, Shelu has been the most recent. Barion was devastated, although through the process he has become a good friend.
Assassins are apparently hunting Lan. The hunt for the source had lead them to new places, well new at least to Pendar. Unfortunately, due to his planned trip, the search would continue without him. Although Pendar hoped that the issue would be resolved soon, he was also looking forward to investigating the entire situation further.
Hefting his pack, Pendar thought about his up coming journey home. It had been a while, and there had been no word of his parents. Still, a trip home and to the temple for two weeks where he first learnt about Aragen would be a pleasant break.
Pendar set-off with a determined gait, he had produce to sell and needed to find some buyers.
Some time later, Pendar stood at the Pawnbroker selling a large number of belts. Still, he had yet to achieve his prize. Looking at the rising sun, Pendar headed back out the gates to start collecting the items needed to start crafting again.
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A woman’s voice bellowed out, quickly followed by peals of laughter and rapid steps, halfling size, obviously headed for the front door. Moments later, long thumping strides followed after the Halfling and with it went the booming woman’s voice, screaming curses.
“Barbarian” Pendar mutters to himself. The next moment a fist smashes into Pendars door followed by “I heards that, Karana not likes being called that names” in a very thick accent. “Youes lucky youes Jin’s friend else Karana would makes youes sorrys”. The ranting continues for a few minuets, before Karana becomes bored and moves away. Sighing, Pendar berates himself to remember that she has almost mystical hearing.
Rubbing sore eyes, he looks around the room. Stacks of parchment covered the desk, the book shelves were over flowing with lesser spell scrolls and various pieces of equipment appeared to be escaping from his chests.
Sighing again, Pendar flicked through a pile of notes recording his most recent learning’s. Descriptions on tailoring and making magic rings dominated, other notes recounted journeys to various lands. After a few moments, he found what he was after, a single sheet of oak parchment with barely a paragraph of words recorded on them:
“Hidden paths walked for so long, why do you not step from them I do not know….you cannot stay hidden forever, the time is coming…..”
After staring at the note for an hour, pondering the meaning and the consequences, Pendar put it one side and focused on the task at hand. Picking up another piece of parchment, he read the short recount of a battle involving followers of the Longstrider and a demon. Sighing in frustration, he added the few small pieces of information to a list kept as his elbow and looked over it. “Nothing” he muttered.
Sitting back in his chair, Pendar stretched and thought about his options. Time was running out, he had to find more information. Maybe Ozy or Brisbane would know. Or even Triba, the Halfling appeared to have a few tales to tell.
Standing up, Pendar picked up his pack and walking cane and headed off to try to learn more. The only question was, where.
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Warm air brought slight relief as the sun beat down on the sands of the desert. A single figure was visible, doing the same task he had for days; shoveling sand.
Wiping the sweat from his brow, Pendar straightened up, a slight groan escaping his lips. Wondering why he had let this task take him from the scribing tables, he tied another bag of sand up and added it to a growing pile. Returning to the dreary work, his mind drifted back to recent occurrences. One scene kept appearing in his mind, that of a battle between worgs and other foul creatures attacking a small party of adventurers accompanied by wolves.
A combination of events, forgotten lore and a demon trapped in a tree had taken them, the Far Striders and Pendar, to that place. Perhaps Pendar had pushed Jin too hard to reveal information, especially to others, still there appeared no other way then being forward. One could suppose that the ends justified the means, and maybe Pendars death in that clearing had been a worth while sacrifice. Still, it was nothing to what Jin gave up, his faith.
Pausing for a moment Pendar mutters "Sacrificed myself to aid a nature god, who would have thought". Somehow, he knew that his mother would have approved, that his service to nature would have made her happy. Would make her happy, when he told her about it next. How long had it been now...best not to think about it. Best to forget himself in his work.
Tying up another bag, Pender carefully filled his pack. Another memory surfaced, one of Ireth berating a group of young adventurers after a battle where three of their number were slain, including Ireth. It was a joy to travel with her again, although Pendar would never mention it.
Picking up his pack, Pendar headed back to Hlint. A strong gust of wind erased his footsteps while revealing the back of a hastily buried ogre. Gathering sand can be dangerous after all.
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There had been a few other changes in his life recently. He was now a member of the Farstriders, not that Pendar had traveled much with them, still it was a pleasant feeling having some people to rely on. Not that it had been a clear cut decision, Karana had not voted and neither of them was very civil to each other. Maybe that would change in time.
Reaching over to a pile of books, Pender flicked through one, allowing the owner to cast a few enchantments. He was getting quite a collection. Although not rare, they would look good in his library. Scattered about the desk beside the books were all manner of enchanted gems, another hobby that Pendar had been pursuing lately.
The comments made by the seer haunted him. Now, Pendar often wandered without a hood, many people seeing his face for the first time. The sun on his face felt good, it was a refreshing change. Maybe this change was what the seer had spoken about, but in his heart, Pendar knew it wasn’t the case. Maybe now was not the time….maybe.
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Carefully folding his new clothes away, Pendar couldn’t help but smile at the reactions of his friends. The new robe had clearly impressed them and it was a refreshing change from his old robes, a style that he had worn for many years.
When possible, Pendar would talk to Elhara and other dwarves, in an attempt to learn the language. It was difficult, the gruff sounds somewhat new to him. Although elven, Elhara spoke dwarven fluently, even if he had to be aware of what she was saying. Elhara could be a little blunt some times.
Alleina confused him. A pretty elf, apparently wise but not always attentive to what was happening around her. A little vague in fact. Still, they got on well together. Pendar wasn't sure if she was interested in him as more than just a friend. It didn't matter, it was too soon. It always would be too soon.