The World of Layonara
Character Development => Development Journals and Discussion => Topic started by: egoober on October 12, 2005, 02:05:00 PM
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[SIZE=16]I hope these, somewhat tardy, letters find you in good health, I am sending them via the temple so hopefully it will catch up with you before too long![/SIZE][/FONT]
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[SIZE=16]Some of these missives have lain in my pack for a good few weeks while I travelled, so I am sorry if several come at once. I shall try to keep a regular flow as my duties allow.[/SIZE][/FONT]
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[SIZE=16]Much has happened since I left you that morning. My sojourn was interrupted by an interview with a Dragon! It started as a dream one evening, but I awoke in the town of Hlint.It would appear I may have a role to play in the struggle against Blood![/SIZE][/FONT]
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[SIZE=16]I’ve made some friends here already. The first person I met was a young elf by the name of Ireth. I say young but I suppose that she may be older than you and I together! However young she certainly is, full of spirit and curiosity. Irrepressible is the best word that comes to mind. Think of a kind, pretty, and well meaning teenage girl and you are fairly close. She’s great – stops me getting too serious! No, before you ask, it’s not like that.There is but friendship between us.[/SIZE][/FONT]
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[SIZE=16]Elhara is another elf, although the strangest I have ever met. She talks more like a dwarf! Still, her heart is in the right place, and sheis a fine swordswoman - well, axewoman, actually.[/SIZE][/FONT]
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[SIZE=16]There’s a public forge here in Hlint, so in the quiet moments I’ve taken up the hammer again. Just like old times with my stepfather.Strange how relaxing it can be to work the metal, although I find that I’ve forgotten so much of what he taught me![/SIZE][/FONT]
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[SIZE=16]I need to relax, as well. I am sorry to say that I have never seen so much violence in such a small space of time. Sometimes it seems that everywhere I go there is some creature eager to take my life, or the lives of those in my care. I confess that I have taken to carrying a sword almost everywhere I go. You know I prefer the staff, but so often now I need the protection of a shield by my side, and I rarely travel abroad without armour in my pack.[/SIZE][/FONT]
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[SIZE=16]I shall write again soon.[/SIZE][/FONT]
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[SIZE=16]Elladan Peters[/SIZE][/FONT]
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Greetings, Master
I had to write to you to recount some of the last few days. I have been spending a great deal of time with my new friends Ireth and Elhara,but I find that many of the people here are helpful and decent. I still remember the lessons, and now they are more valuablethan even. You taught me never to judge another, and that lesson has served me well. Only the other day I met a Drow Elf by the main gates of the city.Inside, that is. We talked for a little, and left each other in good spirits.He seemed surprised, and pleased, that I talked to him as I would talk to anyother stranger on the road, and I was rewarded with the pleasure of a few minutes peace with a goodly traveller. I have met Drow, Half-Orcs, Half-Giants, Elves, Dwarves,Halflings and more besides. It has shown me once again that no one people stands above another, and that good souls come in all shapes. Thank you for that lesson. Being a “halfbreed” myself made it easier to learn, perhaps, but the truth of it shines hereabouts. For reasons I shall not bore you with here, a few travellers and myself had cause to enter the vaults of Hlint, and nothing could have prepared me for what I found there. Undead, and lots of them. I feared we would be overrun at first, but I cleared my mind, held the symbol high and defiedthem all! How they ran from us, the foul magics that held them in thrall gave way before us as Aeridin lent us strength. On of our new companions, Brit Forgeheart complimented me on my “strong magic”. I almost laughed! I had to explain that it was faith, not magic, and that I was not responsible for any it in the truest sense. Brit is a fine man. He seems troubled, but his is a mighty swordsman, and I could not ask for a better man to stand with. He has beenhereabouts for some time, and has promised to show us around a little. He made good on that promise the next day. He led us throughthe Seilwood forest down to the fabled Ranger’s Vale, and from there to the Temple of Aeridin. It was so beautiful I was speechless.A better antidote to the violence and corruption of the crypts I could not ask for. More later.
Elladan
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It's been a week for strange conversations...
Firstly I had to explain to Brit that Ireth and I were friends, and nothing more. I've had my suspicions for a few days now that he is romantically inclined towards her. I think I put his mind at rest. I certainly hope so..
I wonder if she knows yet? She certainly flirts with him, but she is very young. Still, if they can find some happiness together it can only be for the good.
We have discovered that Blood's forces have landed on Mistone. I try not to think about the bloodshed that will come of it, but I do sometimes wonder what my part will be in the battles to come. How will I serve?
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My path seems to be linked with Brit and Ireth.
I am not sure why yet, but I shall follow where fate leads me with interest.
Ireth, nervously at first, told me that Brit had invited her to move in with him. I thought it was only a matter of time. Ireth seems unaware of how he looks at her, it is all I can do not to laugh out loud at times!
She took me to see the room. It seemed to be a nice enough place, just outside of Blackford Castle. She formally introduced me to Master Nossyla - a dwarven healer of some stature. It seems that he is a cleric of Dorand, but he seems nice enough.
We sat down and talked for a while; and I slowly realised that I was being interviewed. Now, Ireth had suggested that I also rent a room in the same house and I had declined, but it seemed that she had suggested the same to Nossyla.
I explained that I had no need for a room. After all, I have few possesions; no need to entertain; and my needs can be easily met by a bedroll by the fire, or an occasional room at the Inn.
Nossyla accepted this, but went on the explain that he was offering more than a room. It was a place in his "family" that he offered. His arguments carried weight. We may only weather the coming storm if we come together to share our strengths. A tightly knit group can give us a power that the enemy cannot match.
After some thought, I agreed. So, now I have another family. If by doing so I achieve nothing more than helping Brit and Ireth live a fuller life, it shall not be in vain. They both seem to need someone to talk to, and your example seems to have made me a good listener!
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Master Grythir,
I fear I have let too much go by since the last letter, butlife has been very full, and moments to myself have been scarce. Here attached aresome of then drafts from the last few days, they seem more honest that editing them together now:
Brit and Ireth seem tobe coming along nicely together. At times she babbles like a human teenager, it’s hard to remember that she is older than I. Brit is a quiet man. Strong, capable, honest and honourable, but quiet. They make a strange mix, bugt I think a good one, although Ireth is worried about the age difference! It is amusing to watch sometimes, as her courts her…He likes to surprise her with “little gifts”, she only has to mention the desire to make a copper ring, and the chests upstairs are filled with ingots!
My own room is arranged now. Morespace than I could use, but a couple of storagec hests, a small bed and a altar. What more do I need?
We travelled to Krandor, to enter the crypts there. Rumours came of great numbers of undead, and the lost ashes of a child’s grandfather.It seemed wise to marshal a sizable group for such an undertaking, so that is what we did…adding several volunteers from Hlint to our number. Some were familiar to me, others not, and there were some who made me uneasy.
Once we entered the crypts, things began to go wrong. The group quickly lost it’s unity, the air was filled with the shouts and thesounds of spells. Overpressed by several of the foul creatures, I sought to fend them off with the power of my faith. Sadly, I moved too slowly. I do not remember the blow, but I fell…..the world went dark, and I awoke in the void. It would seem I still have work to do, however, for I was returned to the land of the living, and hurried as best I could to rejoin my comrades.
To shorten the tale, the group was successful. Many times I had to hang back to protect the rear of the group which was left open. Howver, the crypt was cleansed, at least for a time, and the ashes were returned. Ireth and Brit seemed angry and left almost at once. I stayed to talk to some of the others.
One of there number had taken charge in some manner, and it was to him I spoke in the main. He called me a fool – said that I had failed, and went on to explain his tactics. It might have been better if he had exxplained these before the fights! I could not make him understand that my life was of little value! If the quest was completed, the goals to which I had sworn myself to aid had been completed,what matter if I had fallen?
I should not have been surprised that he was misguided, myearlier suspicions were confirmed as he openly declared himself to be a necromancer. I do not think he is evil, but he is truly misguided….Or is that the same thing, in some respects?
Ireth an Brit revealed that it was the actions of this man,and his companions, that had annoyed them. They had refused to aid my fallenbody, as I was a Paladin, and unlikely to care for them. And the called ME a fool! How little they know of service…
I shall write again as soon as I may Your servant
Elladan
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My Dear Master Grythir,
Glad news came this week. Firstly, Ireth finally realised that she was in love with Brit! The silly girl was practically dancing all day! I could not help but laugh…
Secondly, and not unconnected, later in the week Brit asked her to marry him. She has accepted, of course. She has also done me the great honour of asking me to “give her away” if her parents are unable to attend the ceremony. Given the violence and death that I have seen, it gladdens my soul to see some pure joy in the world. Brit finally came around for the “talk” that he has beenintending for so long. He does not understand my faith, any faith, in fact. He was so full of questions; he quite stretched my talents as a debater. Really, a priest would have been a better choice to explain some things to him; the meaning of the golden leaf; how the Lifegiver’s energies can flow through the faithfull…..and so much more. He opened up to me a little. It would seem that he believes himself to be Evil. There is a darkness in his past that troubles him still. I shall not repeat it here of course, for it was told in confidence. I tried to explain to him that his actions define him – not the temptations that he resists; that resisting temptation could show he was a good man, not evil. He has been wronged, and part of him hungers for vengeance. I tried, and shall continue to try, to teach him the path to justice. To show him that vengeance hurts all, but that justice can heal. His love for Ireth has already shown him the truth that lies in the beauty of Life. Maybe more shall come later.
Then he asked me a question I could not answer. What of MY future?
It seems strange now, but I had given the matter little thought of late. I answered as best I could. I am sworn to serve. My life IS service.Given all that is happening around us, given the gathering of the dark that awaits us at Blood’s hands, what are the chances that I shall live to have afuture? Slim I fear. But that is the choice I made, and it is a choice I am happywith. Still, perhaps I shall prevail, and then who knows? Hearth and home? Love?Maybe. It would be nice to know mortal love before I die, Aeridin willing.
Yours,
Elladan
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More news from Blackford,
It occured to me this week; What on all the planes am I doing with a room larger that my stepfather's smithy, when Brit and Ireth are cramped into a room sized for one?
I have decided to offer the pair of them my own room as a betrothal gift. It will suit them far better, and what need do I have for more than a bed, and room to read, pray and exercise?
Master Noss permitting, I shall take on their old room in their stead. Making the payments on both will prove difficult, but not impossible, I may just have to take better note of what funds are recovered when "questing"!
I shall speak to the twain this even...
Yours as ever
Elladan
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Greetings Master, Well, Brit seemed well pleased with the gift of the room, although that man can be hard to read! Ireth was, of course, overjoyed. She has to be the most irrepressable woman I have ever met - she has so much life in her!
Nossyla surprised me a little. He refused to allow me to take on the payments for both rooms. He was only willing to allow us to "trade" rooms, with Brit paying the outstanding amount on my one. Not quite the start I had in mind for them, but at least they shall have the space.
Ireth, jokingly, suggested my true reason for the gifting was to prevent the noise from their chamber keeping me awake in the small hours! She has no shame....and I think none of us would change her for the world.
Your servant,
Elladan
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What a day this has been!
It started as any other. The usual prayers, exercise, then breakfast.As an aside, I find that the exercises are easier than ever now; my blows are more precise, the practice blocks come faster, and the reposts flow swifterthan ever. More importantly, my mind is clearer and more focussed than ever.There are times when even in the thick of melee I can still feel the Lifegiver guiding my hand.
I am ashamed to say that I find myself using the sword more and more often. not so much for it's own sake, but more for the fact I can wield a shield with it. Still, when I travel in areas I know well, I tend to leave it behing, locked away. The staff still feels better in my hands, and reminds me I am more than just a warrior.
Forgive me, I digress.
I was working at the forge in Hlint, taking out some dents,and cleaning the armour. I had just finished the final polish on the new white,when I looked up to see a huge Orc stood beside me!
I am not ashamed to admit that, for a moment, I was more than a little concerned. However, this creature spoke in a not unfriendly manner - and the day I fear for my life within the confines of Hlint will be a sad one indeed.
He asked me if I was Elladan, obviously I replied yes. Then he went on to tell me that Brit and Ireth had changed the date of the wedding.They were to be wed today. They were, infact, already at the courthouse!
Something in his manner made me believe him, still I challenged him and he swore he spoke truly. So, I ran as fast as I could to the courthouse.
It was true. Luckily I could take a few moments, as the room was prepared, to clean up a little. Attending a wedding ceremony fresh from the forge is not quite the done thing!
The ceremony was beautiful, and moving. Ireth was resplendent in her dress. They swore their own oaths to each other, and were wed. I have to confess to shedding a small tear at the time.
As congratulations were offered, I ducked out of the back,and went to spread the word in Hlint. I managed to drum up a few of their friends to offer congratulations, and join them for a drink in the Wild Surge.For once, I even drank myself!
A happy day. No killing, no worries, just the simple joy oflife and love. It’s nice to be reminded of the things we fight to protect Yours,
A Very Happy Ellandan
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My Dear old Friend
I think the events of today may show themselves to be of great import in the future. I know not in what manner but I shall not sleep easy tonight.
The beginning of things was ill enough. I was bound for the forge in Hlint, leading a pack ox of copper and tin for smelting. It was to prove fortuitous that my armour and blade were in the pack. As I approached the western gate, I spied a crowd gathered around something in the road. Coming closer, it became clear to me that this was Ireth, and she held in her arms the body of a young woman. Voices were raised in anger, and the middle of it all she sat and wept. I tied off the oxen as quickly as I could, and rushed to herside, asking as I approached what had transpired here.
It took a great deal to contain the anger from my voice, I confess I have become a little protective of the lady of late, most especially as Brit often entrusts her safety to me when he cannot be close.
What angered me more, however, was the body of the fallen Elf she held. Bruised and battered, a moment’s glance showed that she had been felled by many weapons, and by many hands.
From what was said, Ireth had come across the group there present in combat with a large cat The beast fell, however, as it fell its shape changed into that of Ly, the Wild Elf woman that Ireth has recently befriended. She was heartbroken.
I had arrived too late to be of any real help, young Ly was beyond what powers I had. As we talked, Britt came upon us, and went to Ireth’s side. Sensing that recriminations would achieve nought, and that justice for this killing could wait, we attempted to bring some peace to the throng, and itwas decided to carry Ly’s body to the temple in Rangers Vale.
We spoke little as we travelled. The enormity and injustice of this thing hung in the air before us like a spectre.
At length, we came upon the temple, and laid her body there.Ireth asked that I guard the body for a little while and left, swiftly. I satfor a little while in prayer and waited. Shortly, two others joined the sad meeting. One, Trysk, I had seen before, the other was unknown to me and did not offer his name. However, his demeanour was that of a grief-stricken lover.Tryst spilt some of his blood upon the maiden’s form, in what seemed to be a ritual of respect.
Brit and Ireth joined us, as did Ranewin. I knew that there was little I could do, but I was moved by the pain of those around me. I sat in prayer, and appealed to the Lifegiver to return the Elf maid to us – channelling my full strength in healing as I did.
After a moment, the shimmering spirit form of an elf appeared above the body, and asked why it was that she should return into the midst of so much pain. Looking at the faces of those around me, I gave the only answer I could; “For Love.” What surprised me was that as I spoke the words, I found that Ireth and I spoke as one.
The stranger whispered to her, in pleading I believed, whena change came over the spirit-form. Suddenly she was fair no more, but rank and corrupt, bubbling with green ichor and sneering from a twisted mouth.
From the corner of my eye, I beheld a black shadow. Iremember feeling that the sanctity of the place had been despoiled, then all was pain and blackness.
I do not know how long I laid there, but I came to with a winged being stood before us, and my friends and companions were struggling to their feet. The body of Ly was gone.
To summarise what we were told had transpired, a creature by the name of Dougal had slain us, and taken Ly’s body. Now, I was sure that I had heard Dougal’s name before, linked with that of Blood, but we were told he was the servant of the rising god Shadison – the Viper, who’s constellation is so high in our skies now. Ly, we were told, had been taken by him to a distant temple. Of course, we wished to recover her – but we were warned that there were powers far beyond us at work. I am proud to say that not a one of us faltered, and we found ourselves transported to the streets of Spellguard. Here,we were told, lay a portal to the temple, hidden in the cellar of a normal seeming house. It was with more than a little surprise that we noted our number had been joined by Sy'Ravenne and Thais.
As a group, we entered the house and began our descent. The creature had not lied, it was a difficult task. Many of the creatures who fought us used poison, and more than one I had to seek healing from it’s effects. Once, I fell truly – I was struck down by some strange child-like one as I gave healing to Ireth. Finally, we broke through to the temple proper.There before us was the body of Ly, and a dark-winged woman fighting with Dougal. I am afraid I allowed my feelings to get the better of my judgement,and ran into the fray, hoping to assist the winged stranger against what seemedto be a common enemy. Alas, I was outmatched by far, and Dougal swatted me aside as you would a fly.
Much of the rest is confusion. I have been told that Dougal left; that Sy was slain; and the winged creature raised me. Having done so,however, she demanded that bound myself in debt to her. Knowing so little ofher, this I of course was unwilling to do, but rather than discuss it with me,she struck me down herself!
I have been told that a debts of honour were exchanged while my body lay there. That Ly and Ireth offered themselves for the sake of Sy and myself. As you will understand, this sits ill with me now, as it was my duty to protect them. But, as you always said, “our own choices bind us, and no others can”. The strength of character shown impresses my still, and my resolve to be worthy is stronger than ever.
Still, questions plague me. Who, truly, was Dougal? What did he seek to gain, and what drew him to us? How will Ireth’s and Ly’s debt comeback to them?
By the time we returned, Ly was once again amongst the living, but she was not glad to be so. Did we do her a disservice? Could wehave known?
I still have much to learn, it seems
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Old Friend, A few days of peace have passed, with little more excitment than the usual hunt for food and ore. Today however, I finally got to meet my new "adoptive sister" Sharhar. Not the best start, I am afraid. Tell me, why do so many people react as though I have just told them of an ancient and enduring curse whey I tell them I am a Paladin? It is not an affliction! It is a calling! Have so many of my brothers in arms left a bad example? It seems to be assumed that to be a Paladin one must be devoid of humour, a blood-thirsty disciplinarian, with no social graces and poor personal hygiene? Or is it that there are just so few Aeridinite Paladins abroad? Sorry, it seems to be a day for self-pity! More soon Elladan
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Today was a dark day. After rising to an empty house and completing the daily routine, I decided to head for Hlint. I often use these quiet days to smelt or work metal in the forge there, at times I can almost hear the voice of my dear stepfather all those years ago.[/i]I worked through until almost lunchtime and, having worked up quite an appetite, I decided to adjourn to the pondside and fish for lunch. Walking around towards my usual spot, I came upon Brit and Ireth in deep discussion.[/i]
It would seem that the Powers had been at work again. Brit had been told that by one of the Avatars of the Planes that Ireth’s debt was about to come due, and he must train her in preparation. That she was to be the ‘Chosen’ of Dougal. Even not knowing what that would mean, I still felt a chill run down my spine – and I was right. Brit continued to explain that Dougal’s interest was,well, intimate in nature, but accepting this was part of Ireth debt. [/i]
Just as my head was swimming with the injustice of it all, it was Ireth’s turn to surprise me. Without a word, she undressed before us, and changed into a stunning red outfit that left little to the imagination. Ireth has been my friend for many a month now, and nothing has passed between us in all that time save friendship, but the feelings that rose in me then where not those for a friend. Doubly, they were not the feelings one should have for another man’s wife. I was ashamed, and bereft of words for a moment,before making some stumbling compliment as I dismissed such feelings from my mind.[/i]
We talked for a little longer, when all at once I felt oppression in the air – the palpable sense of evil as Dougal the fallen appeared before us. He mocked Brit and I openly, sneering at my faith as “illusion”, before he snatched up Ireth and was gone. There was nothing Brit or I could do to stop him. I have met this man in combat once before, fully prepared and armoured, and been bested in the blink of an eye. Here I stood in my robes, with my staff. What could I have done?[/i]
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Brit and I stood there in the sudden quiet. I am ashamed to say that what little composure I had recovered had now been stripped from me, and I wept for the injustice of it all. How could I have been so selfish? My dearest friend’s true love had been stripped from his side, and all I could do was weep and rail against the world.[/i]
Brit needed guidance.By Aeridin, I[/b] needed guidance. There was nothing to be done here, so we resolved to seek out the Temple in Rangers Grove and I would pray there. Mayhap my head would clear and a just path would show itself to me? I knew in my heart that there was nothing to be done, but Brit needed to be doing something - no matter how futile. As we left the gates of Hlint I paused, realising that this place of sanctuary had been stripped from us, and the town would never feel the same again.[/i]
We had made some progress across the Goblin Wastes, when we were approached by a slight woman, barely clad in forest green but covered in the marks of a whip. As she approached, she stumbled and fell. We rushed to her side, and I summoned the healing power the Lifegiver has blessed me with. It helped a little, as she stirred and coughed –blood and poison it seemed. A healing draught helped her a little more, and she was able to talk. [/i]
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She told us that Ireth was dead. [/i]
Even in our darkest hour, the Lifegiver can send aid. Coming along the path was the winged man who had aided us so well day before in the Grey Peaks.I knew him to be Plenarius, a talented healer, and so I beseeched him to help this woman. As we suspected, a strong poison was at work and he could do but a little, what healing he managed caused her great pain.[/i]
It transpired that she was Maurelle, “link” to Arborea,and Arborea was where Ireth’s body lay. She could take us there, and Ireth could still be saved.B rit seemed lost and confused, unable to take in the enormity of what was happening without his lady by his side. Still, it was agreed that we should goto Arborea, and that Plenarius would accompany us.[/i]
I shall never forget the sight that awaited us on our arrival. Ireth’s broken and battered body lying were she had fallen in the leaves. The tranquillity of this beautiful place, marred by this desecration of her life. [/i]
Maurelle[/i] could raise her, but only at great cost to herself. Dougal had done this, knowing that we would follow. Knowing that to raise her would weaken the defender of this place. But what else could we do? [/i]
Amazingly, her first words were to berate herself. She gave no thought to her own condition,her only concern was that others might suffer for her own failure. After much talk on Dougal and his plans for the planes, were turned by Portal to Hlint.[/i]
I seemed a strange coincidence that I had prayed for guidance to Aeridin whilst in Arborea, overwhelmed as I was, and upon our return to Hlint Ireth pointed out to me a Priestess of Aeridin. Having made sure that Brit and Ireth as well as they could be, and surrounded by whispered questions about the two of them, I went over and introduced myself. I am afraid I made a poor impression, my speech was rambling and illdisciplined as I tried to convey some of what had befallen us.[/i]
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But what shall stay with me forever, are the knowledge of Ireth’s courage and self-sacrifice, and the sight of her scarred and beaten body as it lay before us[/i]
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(journal entry) Maurelle's suspicions have proved to be correct. Whenever Ireth is injured, the same green posion flows from her wounds. When she is healed by magic, the agony that wracks her body is terrible. There must be something to be done. Hopefully, our attempts to contact Ozymadias Llewellyn will meet with success, and he may be able to help us.
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Ozymandias came to visit us.
I am afraid I find the man detestable, but there is no doubt that he has great power and knowledge. If it were not for the great need,I would never be able to stand his company. As it was, I had to restrain myself on more than one occasion during our talk.
Despite all that, we learnt a great deal. About the origins of Dougal and his fall from grace as a Paladin. I never believed that I could feel sympathy for that creature, but in a sad way I do. If I had been in his position, could I have done any better?
Llewellyn is convinced that Blood’s forces will over run us, no matter what we do to defend ourselves. He believes that our only hope is to prevent Sinthar gaining full control of the planes through which he plans to attack us. Dougal may be a key to this. If he is killed, then his child shall replace him with an evil at least as great.
But if he, Dougal the Indifferent, can be made to care once more, then there may be hope. If Shadison’s hold on his heart could be broken, would that not be a mighty triumph for the forces of Life and Good?
Ireth commented that she could not understand what Dougal might be attracted to in her. We had explain to her that, aside from her beauty,she has a passion for life that call out to those around her, that her innocence is remarkable, that her simple joy in being must draw him to her…..
Can it be done? Can such a force of evil be brought back into the light? Perhaps it may, but where do we start?
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I am sat here, re-reading my previous diary entry. How could I be so blind? How could I let this happen to me, for all my discipline can I not control my own heart? She must never know. He must never know. It could destroy them. I shall stay silent. In time the pain will pass, and I can take some pleasure in her happiness at least
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This is foolishness, and I am fast coming to conclude that it cannot continue. I believe that the most honourable thing I can do now, is to leave Blackford and not return. Brit is more capable that I to defend Ireth. She has friends galore. Thinking I am required is nothing but pride on my part. There are other places on Mistone, or Rilara, where I could do as much good; where I could serve as well as I can here.
I shall leave soon, but first I have some promises to keep.
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I am called to service. I am bound to serve. He who gave me life has need of me, an who am I to deny it?
I have a new focus now, and all must give way before it. My desires, hopes and idle dreams mean nothing before the flood of darkness that awaits us should I, and those like me, fail in our tasks. This, I understand now, is not pride: it is simple truth and I must bow before it.
I had decided to journey to Rilara for several reasons, butI had not expected the two to come along. Still, I could not refuse them, and was glad of the company. There is a part of me that hungers for time spent with her, no matter what form it takes – but that is unimportant.
He had journeyed long, and done much. I walked with Ireth ,Brit was a little ways ahead. A caught the barest glimpse of a shadow on thepath ahead. Mansized, it was, and evil radiated. For a moment I sensed it, and only for a moment. Ireth, however, stopped in her tracks, pale and afraid, yet resolute.
I knew it was him: Dougal Pococurante.
She spoke with Dougal, denying him, and then he was gone –just in time for Brit to return, unaware as ever and ready to vent his fury atthe wind. Then, we were alone no more – it was a visitation from another of thepowers. She was distressed to learn that she had missed Dougal, and began to speak with Ireth. Afraid he would lose her again, Brit fled.
Something in her manner made her trust this vision so, atIreth’s bequest, I went after Brit, hoping to bring him back to her. I found him in a field a little way off, pacing to and fro, hands clenched in useless rage. He was convinced that Ireth had been taken, and that there was nothing he could do.
I fear I was not kind to him. For a man who loves so strongly, it amazes me that he can have so little empathy. I told him that his wife was alone and afraid, and that he had left her so. “there is nothing I can do” were his words. I tried over and over again to make him understand that she needed his support. That sword were of no use, and she need to be held, and loved, and comforted. AND THAT WAS HIS JOB.
In time he was convinced, and returned to her side. For amoment I did not know what made me the more angry, his inability to support her– or the fact that his actions prevented me from being there for her; but, she needed him, so I sent him back to her.
When we returned Ireth was still there, as was the “Angel”,and she gave us news. Ireth is with child. Keaira'tynen had taken Dougal’s poison from her in order to save the child – the child that Dougal wants forhis own.
Of course, Brit accused the spirit of wanting to steal thechild, and at that, she left with a blessing.
The two of them had much to talk upon. And I had much to think about, so I left them to each other and sat by the riverside to pray. I do not know how much time passed before I opened my eyes and saw the figure before me. A huge manlike being, clad in armour, with an aura of power that washed over me. Menacing and yet beneficent. This could only be one of the Celestials.The guilt that lies in my heart betrayed me, and I was afraid. I thought that this was a judgement upon me and fell once more to my knees.
“Brave Paladin of Aeridin there is no need to kneel to me” it said. Brave? Here I was quaking in dread, and it called me brave! I asked ifI was to be judged, but no the being was here to deliver a warning.
He confirmed that the Angel, Tikvah'ulla, was true. Even theDevil Keaira'tynen was no threat. It seems that the need to defeat Shadison has made for strange bedfellows. Brit, however, was not helping matters: “Your friend..Brit... if he does not learn to discern those that help him from those that harm him he will do nothing but aid Dougal in gaining power” he warned.
I had asked what we mere mortals could do. “Protect the Child” was the answer.
I swore then and there I that would do so. While there is breath in my body, or my spirit can return to it, I shall protect her.
Ireth’s child has been blessed. She is “marked for greatness”.I never thought I could see a being such as this show fear, and yet when hespoke of what might come to pass if the greatness was in evil, he was afraid.
And now I am left. I cannot leave Ireth’s side. I have told Brit and Ireth of what transpired there, of what I was told. And I have told them of my oath. I almost wept before her as she railed against the unjustice of her fate, but managed to deflect her questions as to why
I shall stay true. There shall be no easy departure for me. Everyday I must deal with my feelings and push them aside, for I have a purpose. Something which is bigger than I; something far more important than my own happiness in this life. I shall not be found wanting. I will take what joy I can from this life where I can, and accept that the greater joy is denied to me. I shall heal. This is a part of what I swore when I became a Paladin, that the service comes first. To protect life is what I must do, it is who I am.
But the child must be protected above all. The child, and Ireth herself. Or we may all be lost, and the coming of Blood may seem as a breath of wind before the coming storm.
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Dear Master Grythir
It would seem that Brit and Ireth have decided to move to a new abode, in Fort Llast. They have decided that rooming in Master Nossyla's home, whilst pleasant, is not ideal to the needs of a forthcoming child.
Of course, given the nature of my oath, I shall be taking a room with them - at least for now. I have not spoken of this to Master Noss, but I don't think there is a need as of yet. If he needed my room to relet I am sure he would tell me, and having a safe haven may prove useful in the future. I shall, instead, continue to save the little gold I do not spend on healing supplies to pay off the debt to him.
For now, at least, letters should continue top be sent via Postmaster Vale in Hlint. They are sure to reach me through him.
Your servant,
Elladan
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Ireth and I had a long talk last night. We spoke at some length on the nature of her relationship with Brit. She is afraid, and feeling more than a little lost. Brit has had many problems coming to terms with the events that have transpired over the last few months, especially concerning the child,and I fear it has affected how he behaves towards her. He has become more controlling, stifling almost.
I suppose I should not have been surprised to find she mayhave been distracted by another: hard though it was for me to hear. Kaiser is a rogue in many, even most, respects, but his declared feelings for her may be true. She is too confused to know how she feels. I think the attention excites her, and he encourages her to be herself, instead of being over protective. Of course, he could just be exploiting he weakness for his own ends. Much as it goes against many of my principles to almost encourage oathbreaking, I had to accept that the end of her marriage was a possibility. I told her that she had to be true to herself: that unless she was sure what she felt, and accepted that, she could not be true to anyone else. She must not rush into a relationship at the expense of her marriage, neither must she live a lie.
Rarely has there been advice that was harder to give. A part of me was screaming to encourage her to leave, to run away with me. That given time away from these distractions she could learn to love me. By accepting these feelings I denied them. Nothing born of such treachery would amount to anything of value, and I must be true to her. I resisted temptation, and gave her what advice I could as a friend. I reassured her that I would support her when she needed me, even if she decides that Kai was for her. Rarely have words been harder to speak, but her happiness comes first.
I must confess, however, that when she retired to bed I tookup my quarterstaff and ventured into the crypts of Hlint. As I suspected, the undead had risen again there, and I purged myself by pitting myself against them, armed with the Staff, and armoured only by my faith. Strange to think that at one time these creatures would have filled me with dread, but this night they fell before me in numbers. I spoke the Lifegiver’s name to them, and they fell before me. Those that did not, succumbed to my staff. Catharsis can be valuable.
I feel more at peace with my own feelings now. Many hours have I passed in meditation on the subject, difficult as this can be sometimes as the mind tends to wander to less than pure thoughts! I know she is not the woman for me, and she will never feel for me in that way but I love her still. As time passes I feel I may be growing accustomed to that. Perhaps if I had felt love before, it would be easier, but the occasional tumble in the hay did not prepare me for this. Perhaps, one day, I shall find happiness of my own.
Until then, my oaths and my service shall sustain me. As does your friendship “old man”
Look after youself
Elladan
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Well it has been a busy few days. Ireth had asked me to accompany her to assist some friends in an expedition to the Berhagen Mountains. Of course I agreed, and we began the long journey to Fort Velensk– this first time I had been there. I was more than a little surprised to find that Ireth was more than familiar with the route, and quite capable of avoiding the more dangerous areas. Journeys like that one remind me what a talented scout she is, whether it be her elven heritage or a random talent, she can blend into the woods in a moment. In a sense, it was quite like the old times, when we first met each other outside Hlint, except that Ireth was far more confident than ever before. I feel that the trials she has been lately through have made her grow in many ways, and I sometimes wonder how Brit will cope with this stronger, more able woman she has become – if he has the chance.
Shortly after our arrival in Velensk, she introduced me the friends that we were to accompany. Angela I already knew, Nex Wintergaard and Jeran Valhaikor were previously unknown to me. Abigail Ruzz I thought I had met before. Actually we had met on a couple of occasions; most recently at the Lielon Masquerade ;she had struck me as a troubled soul. Each time we had talked, I had the impression of intense pain. She spoke without inflection; she took no joy in life. Each time we had met, either her will or my own commitments had prevented me from truly helping her.
This time, however, she was a different person. Given that Nex and Jeran had errands to complete before setting out, and Ireth requested some time to talk in private with Angela, Abigail and I were left together for several hours in Velensk, and we talked. Awkwardly at first, but soon we were talking freely. We talked of family, and history, and old pain; of love and loss; judgement and acceptance. It was amazing how easy she was to talk to once the barriers came down, she was the first person I have talked to about the pain of my dead family – of how my heritage set me aside from others. She talked of her heritage, and of how people would judge her for it. We are very different, but we have much in common also. Angela’s love for her has done more to heal her wounds that years of counselling could have managed.Once again, I see the Lifegiver’s hand in action around me.
Eventually, Angela returned, and the journey commenced, although by now Ireth was tired, and chose not to join us.
I shall not bore you with the fine details of the next few days. We travelled far into the mountains, were attacked many times by giants.I was hesitant at first, but grew in confidence as I grew to know and trust those alongside whom I fought. Nex aided with his magics, and I know that without his aid I would have been slain on more than one occasion. Jeran is a fine and mighty warrior, Angela fights with a speed and accuracy few can match,and Abi…Abi could seem to disappear into shadow and flit into sight again, striking where least expected. I tell you, her agility and grace would do a mountain lion proud! The truest measure of the new found friends came as we returned, however. In the driving blizzards I became separated from the others.For many hours I wandered the mountains alone in the driving snow, before finding a steep climb down to the valley. There I found them. Realising that I was lost, they had made camp and waited for me, for almost a full day. They risked much by staying there, and that spirit of comradeship shall not be forgotten.
At length, we returned to Fort Velenskand there Nex left us. Angela, Jeran, Abi and I began the journey back to Lielon,but the journey was not uneventful. We slipped past the lizardmen’s territory with little event, although Abi briefly was caught by one of the foul beasts.The Broken Forest, however, was a different matter.I swear the unquiet spirits that plague that place become stronger by the day.We were attacked in great number, some I held at bay by Aeridin’s will, but they seemed to resist even that as they swarmed against us. I fought side by sidewith Abi, attempting to keep as many of the fiends from her as I could, but at last I fell, overwhelmed by the sheer number of them. Once again, however, I escaped the clutches of the Soulmother, and was able to return to my friends sides.
Once we had cleared the Forest,the walk to Lielon was a peaceful one. At length we arrived, and chose to take our ease at the Arms there. I, perhaps foolishly, spent my last few coins on wine for Abi..I don’t think that she noticed I was drinking water as her one drink had emptied my purse!
It was a busy night, and soon the noise and crowds took their toll. Abigail and Angela were tired, as was I after a long journey. I offered to walk them to their home. They are more than capable of protecting themselves, but it seemed the right thing to do. Once there, we talked for short while before I took my leave. It was a joy to see the love in their eyes as they relaxed with each other, and an honour to be invited to share that personal space with them. That night, and that journey, shall live in my memory for a long time. You servant
Elladan
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Dear Old Friend,
These have been some of the strangest few days that I can remember, full of highs and lows. I’ve been working on making some healing potions, as most of the gold I collect these days goes on replacing them, so I was in Hlint once again. By accident, I came across Ireth and Abigail sat on the benches – talking about our recent travels together.
I was astonished to find that Abigail was now referring to me as “Her Hero”. At first I though she was teasing me again, but it soon became clear that she was, to some degree, serious. It would seem that the fact I fell defending her made an impression, that a few other minor incidents. No woman has ever called me Hero before and meant it, and I find myself wishing to remain worthy of her good opinion, which is becoming strangely important to me now.
Barion, one of the friends I’ve made here, and I had been having a discussion about the Celestial Visitation I’d had in Rilara whenrather distressed Elf arrived. We were offering assistance, when several Mistonian guard arrived, and began to report to him. They recounted that two high commanders had been assassinated. To make matters worse, Bloods forces had been spotted advancing on Mistone! Asthey seemed to be bound for Velensk, or Hampshire we were requested to gather as many people as we could to assist in the defence.
Of course, people soon rallied around, and a group was quickly assembled. I was ill prepared for battle, and separated to collect bandages and other first aid supplies. I confess, with so many people shouting about the upcoming battle, my first thought was for the masses of wounded that could be expected, and what would be the fate of any civilians caught in the attack?
Suitably prepared, I returned to central Hlint, to discover that the throng had already left – I was forced to begin the journey alone.
The journey went well enough, until the Accursed Broken Forest. Perhaps I was distracted by thoughts of what was to come, but it was not until they were upon me that I noticed the three shadows that had moved to intercept my progress. I fought hard, but I swear these were not the usual vermin that infest these woods. I freed one soul to return to the great cycle, but the remaining two seemed to ignore my sword thrusts. I called upon Aeridin’s power to dispatch them, to no avail. I regret to say that I was quickly overcome.
Once again, however, I escaped the SoulMother, and found myself in the Temple at Rangers Vale. Weakened, sore and weary, I collected myself and once again began the journey to Velensk.
Twice more I travelled into the Broken Forest.Twice more the fell creatures cut me down before I could escape to the lands beyond.
I have a faint memory of finally coming back to the Temple with barely the strength to move; its green beauty swimming around me as I crawled from the Bindstone and slipped into unconciousness.
When I finally awoke, I knew from the stars that several days had passed. The Priest told me the battle was long over, and so I began the long slow walk back to the house in Fort Llast.
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Journal entry:[/i]
Little of this day needs to be written down, for it shall live in my memory until the end of my days I am sure, however...
I had been talking with Ireth back at the house in Fort Llast. She had been telling me of Kai’s advances towards her, and her unhappiness with Brit. She was fast coming to the conclusion that her marriage was over in every real sense. Brit was away for days at a time, and when he was there he was either distant and unfeeling, or controlling and angry. Kai’s overtures of love had awoken in her a realisation of what she believed she was missing. I gave her what consolation and advice I could. Breaking her oaths to Brit troubled her greatly, as well it might, but that had to be balanced with the knowledge that living a lie would help no-one. In the end, she was the only one who could choose. At one time, such a talk would have hurt me deeply – knowing that the chance of happiness with Ireth was one I could never have, but that Brit had seemingly wasted. This time however, it did not. I was concerned for her,of course, but my emotions towards her seem finally to be under control, thank Aeridin.
The talk was drawing to a close when Ireth grimaced in apparent pain. “We need to get to Hlint, to the Temple” she said. Something about her manner denied questions, and we set out at once. I still suffering a little from the incidents in the Broken Forest, and so was no tthe quickest walker, but Ireth seemed content to take her time. I fear I have concentrated too much on battlefield medicine of late, or my Healers training would have warned me what was afoot. Ireth was in labour, as she confessed as we travelled the road. It was much too soon, but it was happening.
As we passed into the Goblin Wastelands that lie to the westof Hlint, we came upon two travellers by the roadside. I recognised one as a Toranite Paladin I had met before, Justin. I instructed him to run to Hlint and fetch a priest. Normally I would never have spoken to him so, but something of the old command training must have shown in my voice and he snapped to attention and obeyed without question!
We had made a little headway when we were joined by Annun,Ireth friend. As we paused for Ireth to catch her breath, there was a green flash of light – and Ireth was gone. A moment of panic ensued, but as my last act had been to bless her and the child I was confident that no ill had befallen them.All we could do was continue to Hlint, where she had wished to go, and hope that she, or help, would be found there.
We moved as fast as we could, and I was much relieved to find Ireth at the temple. I was astonished that Ozymadias, Ranewin, and Maurelle were also there. It seemed that Maurelle was acting as midwife. The full details of the birth need not be written here, indeed much are a blur to me now. I remember praying as fervently as I had ever prayed before. I remember Ozy spouting forth a wealth of information on mortality rates and the such. I also remember telling him, in no uncertain terms, to shut up – to my surprise he did, and seemed pleased that I had spoken so! After a surprisingly normal birth, if you do not count the audience, Ireth was delivered of a fine daughter – albeit a bewinged one!
For some reason, they chose this moment to reveal to Ireth that Brit was not the Father, but that the child was the daughter of Tikvah’ulla - Avatar of Celestia. Barely had that explanation passed, when the other Avatars appeared, as if to pay homage. This caused no small consternation, as one had an appearance not dissimilar to a Balor demon! Again,my training saved me from a foolish blunder – as she was far from hostile.
The field was a mess of Chaos, everyone talking at once,arguments, proclamations, most people seeming to have decided what Ireth must do next – mainly give the child up!…..Annun left in apparent disgust. As Jacchri began to explain thing to Ireth, she sent me to fetch Annun back, so I missed most of the discussion. What I caught upon my return with Annun was centred on bathing the child in Lake Tarn, and of a Golden Paladin who would be assigned to protect her. Shortly it was decided that the conversation would be better conducted in the privacy of our home and, as Ireth was now strong enough, Angela, Annun, Sy, Rane and Mith came with us, lead by Ozy.
Sat in the common room, there followed a long discussion on what would happen next, only interrupted by the occasional knock at the door.
I answered the first of these to find Abigail waiting, which was no great surprise – what was a surprise was my own reaction. I had started the day intending to seek her and Angela out, worried that I had known they were heading to aid in the defence against Blood, but I had no idea how the end of the battle had found them. Angela I had of course already seen, but this was the first I had seen of Abi. I was so relieved to see her that I completely forgot myself and rushed to embrace her….For a moment, the world ceased tomatter; all that was real was the smell of her hair and the feel of her body against mine. Not what I was expecting. However, I composed myself quickly, and showed her inside.
The discussion continues for some time, Ozy demonstrated what a terrible charmer he can be, and just about everyone offered their support and protection. It was rather heart-warming in many respects. Of course, I was forced to confess to Angela and Abi what had happened to me on the way to Valensk,which was embarrassing – and the girls have all decided that from now one I shall be “Uncle Elladan” which, if I’m honest, I rather like…..
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Old Friend,
Need makes this a hasty note. We are fugitives now, of asort. The unholy children, Desde and Sauda are hunting Aranna and Ireth,seeking to kill her before she can come into her power. For now, we are staying with an old Ranger acquaintance who I dare not name lest this be intercepted.The house in Fort Llast is not safe. Prayfor us, we may have need of it.
Aranna is beautiful, and makes her ‘Uncle’ very proud, she seems to grow stronger each day, but if they come for us now, who can stand against them?
Brit has not been seen, and we have no way to contact him that would not endanger the child. Ireth has taken to motherhood well, it would seem. As she sits across from me now holding the babe, she is a vision of loveliness.And yet my dreams seem to be filled by another: Raven hair; Alabaster skin; the eyes of a predator haunt me from the shadows. Whose face is that? She dances on the edge of my dreams, ever illusive, ever unseen
Pray for us,
Elladan
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Dear Grythir,
It would seem that, for now, we are safe. The “Golden Paladin” of which we were told has been revealed to us at last, and Ireth and Aranna are under his protection. Desde hunted us down in our last hiding place, my own attempts to engage her were swatted as you could swat a fly, but Remiel held her at bay.
The consensus would seem to be that the “children” are afraid of Remiel, so we can relax a little, at least. Now, in a sense, we count the days until we must venture to Lake Tarn; and yet I know that Ireth dreads that day, for she must most likely say farewell to her daughter after far too few precious moments with her.
Exercising a little of our temporary security, Ireth travelled back to the house in an attempt to speak to Brit. She found it empty; nothing of his remains bar his key and wedding ring. We do not know where he has gone, or why. All I can be sure of is that he has abandoned her once again. Perhaps the danger and stress were too much for him, perhaps there is some other reason. Perhaps time will tell
You would laugh to see me now, sat by the fire with a babe in my arms. At times I could regret that the Lifegiver’s colour is white, it is hard enough to keep clean without the side effects of a small child!
I shall write soon,
Blessings
Elladan
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Dear Grythir,
It is strange, having so much free time. Given our circumstances, I rarely leave the house. I have had to adopt a rigid exercise routine, for fear that this sedentary lifestyle shall make me soft!
I have still been having the dreams. At times they seem to be even more powerful; seductive; even dangerous, and yet the woman in them fascinates me as she dances on their edge. She is beautiful; graceful and lithe. Her face is a flash of white, always hidden by shadows, or by the deeper shadow of her flowing hair. What is she trying to tell me? More likely, what am I trying to tell myself? I sense no evil there, and yet there is a feeling of the forbidden.
I can see Remiel and Ireth growing closer daily. With another man I might be concerned, but a Paladin will respect her marriage They talk for hours. I think she is unused to having another man listen to her, and compliment her, and I can see a bond forming as the days pass.
Perhaps strangely, I am happy for her. My old feelings have subsided, it would seem, into ones more appropriate for a ‘brother’. It seems right somehow, to speak to Remiel and explain to him how I have felt for Ireth. If they are to have a future together, I would rather that truth be its foundation, and I have a part to play in that. I have resolved to tell him all; Ireth must never know however, for to do so would upset her greatly, I feel.
Yours,
Elladan
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Private Journal entry: I saw her today. Awake and alert I stood by the window and looked into Hlint. There, in the twilight I saw the woman of my dreams; and I knew her.
The same flash of ivory skin; the jet black hair; the graceful curves. It was her, and I know her name. That same force that compelled me in my dreams draws me to her now, but in life she is another’s. Why does my heart taunt me so? Is there some past misdeed for which I must be punished? Do I recover from one whom I cannot have, to be drawn to another?
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Master Grythir
The Lake is calling us.
I cannot tell you how we know it, but it is so. Ireth has felt it too. Soon, we must leave this land and travel to its’ shores. The children will try to stop us; Shadison himself may intervene.
I very much fear that I am not equal to this task. Others will travel with us, others far more powerful than I. I have discussed this with Ireth, and we have a simple plan. If we are to fight such creatures as the children are like to send against us I shall fall. I am not afraid to die, but I refuse to die for naught.
Instead, I shall stay by Ireth’s side. Whatever comes at her, shall have to pass over me first. If a blow comes at her, it shall strike me first. If I must die, then I shall die buying her an escape. Of course, that is not quite how I phrased it when we spoke, but I think she knew.
If I am not to live, then I shall put my affairs in order. If I am destined to live, then it can do no harm. I find this concept curiously liberating, and I am moved to speak where once I would have been silent.
I have found the woman from my dreams. I do not know why her face eluded me before, but she is Abigail. A part of me that I have long denied has been awoken by her beauty, and this time I shall not keep silent.
The problem, old friend, is that she is not free! Once again my heart betrays me, and I am drawn to a woman I cannot have. She loves Angela, I know, and yet I am resolved to speak to her. Once before I kept silent, and that simple deception almost cost me dear. This time I shall speak the truth. I expect nothing in return, and I shall ask for nothing, but she deserves to know the truth. She deserves that much respect, at least.
Yours,
Elladan
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Master Grythir,
Tonight I took my own advice. Remiel and Ireth were happily chatting in the living room, Aranna was sound asleep; the perfect opportunity to take a few moments for myself. I went to walk in Hlint knowing that at that time of night, there was a reasonable chance that Abi and Angela would be around – not least as I had asked Postmaster Vale to carry a letter to Abigail
My expectations were correct, at least in part, for I soon came across Abi. She knew I wished to speak with her in private and so had no objections when I suggested taking a room at the Wild Surge.
There, we talked. I told her that I had loved once, and kept silent: I told her I felt that such secrets help no-one; I explained that I felt the mission we were about to undertake could well result in my death; I went on to say that there was a woman I had feelings for, that I felt she should know before I left. Then I told her that she was that woman.
I had never seen her blush before.
She was surprised and, I think, flattered. She quickly pointed out that she loved Angela, and that was not about to change. I think I managed to explain that I accepted that; that I wanted nothing from her, except that she hears the truth. Of course I do not expect her to be mine!
It’s not that I’m in love with her, but I am seriously attracted. I could fall for her, if I let myself. I am not sure that she understood this, time will tell.
She was concerned over what she saw as my fatalistic view of the trip to the Lake. Perhaps she is right; maybe I have let my own self-doubt prey too heavily on my mind of late. It is hard to be shut up inside the four walls of a house, so far from the wildwoods
I must go now; it is time for us to leave. I pray that Aeridin will be with us
In peace,
Ellandan
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Master Grithyr,
Glad tidings, although tinged with sadness.
We have returned from the expedition to Lake Tarn, as you may have guessed from reading this, successfully. In reality, there is little to retell. The plans we had made worked well, also immediately on our arrival on the Plane of Celestia, we broke into two groups; a front guard, and a small “bodyguard” group around Ireth and Aranna.
As expected, the journey was far from uneventful. Shaddison sent force after force to intercept us, but we fought through. Each step of the way, we managed to keep Ireth from harm. Rarely did the fight find its way to our small group, and oftimes I was sore tempted to join the fray – but my discipline held, and I stayed back. Only once did I break from her side; The Viper had despatched some foul beast of enormous size, with a detachment of his Flaming Guards. As the fight progressed, it came close to us and it was at that moment I saw Quantum fall – a might blow that sprayed acid across the grass. It was then I broke ranks, realising that a gap had opened in the melee I was able to run to his side. Gathering all my faith, I placed my hands upon him, and drew upon Aeridin’s power. What healing I could muster, meagre as it was in this mighty company, was enough to rouse him and he was able to pull himself to his feet, before returning to the fray - soon to be victorious.
At last, we drew close to the Lake. It was then that the greatest challenge befell us. Cresting the ridge ahead of us were Desde and Sauda – the “Problem Children” as Revantage put it. We made every effort to reason with them, to no avail. I do not recall that they even spoke in response to us. The went from silence, to brutal assault – within a hearts breath Mith lay at their feet, slain by Sauda. With that, the battle was joined.
Throughout the brief exchange of words, our small group had kept to the rear, attempting to remain out of sight. We knew that the Lake was close by, and we guessed that its powers would lend us some small protection in their own right. A lull in the conflict came, and we bided our time. Then Desde joined the fight, and we knew there would be no quarter given or asked.
At a signal from Enzo, we ran. A small group of huddled figures, darting through the landscape like hunted animals. It was to our immense surprise that the ruse worked! A few moments later and we had passed the children, seemingly unseen.
We were at The Lake.
I cannot begin to describe its beauty to you. The simple sight of it banished all thought of combat and strife from my mind, and I felt peace. We walked its shores. At first, there was some concern; we had been grated a vision earlier that showed us a figure in the Lake, - a figure much like that of Dougal. Was the water still pure? I had little doubts, and Rhizome quickly pronounced that he believed all to be safe. But still, the decision of what to do was with Ireth. Many of the others urged her on, not understanding why she should hold back so, but I knew. She understood that this was going to be a goodbye. To bathe Aranna in the Lake would bring her to her powers, but she would be a babe no longer. By so doing Ireth would give up her first born daughter. It was with a set face that she walked out into the waters, and I felt for her sacrifice.
Aranna emerged full grown, and I could not have been more proud of my “niece”. She will hold the plane until the coming of the next guardian, and I her hands I feel sure it shall be safe.
All too soon it was time for leavetaking, and she returned us to Arabel, where we began the long journey home
Yours,
Elladan
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Dear Grythir,
We have returned at last.
Amazingly the first person to greet us on our return was Abigail. She had prayed for us, she said. Now I have not great love for Xeen; whose teachings have always seemed somewhat shallow and hedonistic; however I confess to being glad of any help that was available.
The second surprise, which should not have been a surprise really, is that Ireth has been given and has accepted the invitation to continue living in Remiel’s abode. He has promised her his heart, it would seem, and she is happy again.
It will take some time before the wounds of her separation from Aranna can heal, but the love of a good man can only help. At last, I feel that I can relax my vigilance and look once more to my own life.
I have never resented the demands of protecting my “sister” and her child , that would be like resenting my arm! However, it cannot be denied that my duties there have had a serious impact on the rest of my life; a life that I should begin to pay attention to once more, perhaps.
You Servant.
Elladan
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Tunar, Mar 17 Dear Master, Is it not wonderful how librating pure survival can be, when it is unexpected? I had truly reckoned that I would spend my life taking Ireth to Lake Tarn, and let here I stand. I had forgotten how sweet life could be, so blinkered was I to my surroundings in my focus on duty. That was a mistake, and I can almost sense your smile now! I cannot best serve the Protector, if I do not taste his gifts – a lesson I shall not forget. These last few days I have spent with my friends; talking; eating; exploring. Even those times when I have been called upon to flex my swordarm again have not daunted my mood. The skies are clear, the flowers and grass smell sweet. I count myself blessed that I have found such good companions as those that are here. My friendship with Abigail and Angela grows closer. My attraction to Abi is still present, of course, but I would not dream of allowing it to grow into anything that might jeopardise her relationship with Angela. Instead, I find my friendship with Angela growing into something to be treasured. Of course, all is not well with the world; news came of the fall of Roldem to Blood’s forces. This puts him in easy striking distance, and his fleets are to be feared in many waters that were once safe. As ever, your servant Elladan
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Threas, Mar 19, 1392 Master, As an appendix to my last missive, you will be pleasedto know that I found opportunity to properly thank Ozymandias for his advice and assistance. Upon returning to Hlint yesterday eventide, I came across The Bard engaged in a, shall we say, heated debate with a Xeenite woman by the name of Silool. Most of the discussion was of little import, as much of the accusations made were based on misunderstandings. Speaking a good deal in his defence was one of the most beautiful women I have ever laid eyes upon, a woman I was to discover was the Lady Brisbane. Slender and elven looking, she has the most striking red hair, and eyes that seemed to burn with fire as she argued in her friend’s defence. At a suitable lull in the discussion, I took the time to extend my gratitude. Gratitude which seemed to embarrass the Bard greatly! Still, I do not think he was offended. Yours Again Elladan
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Wedlar, Apreal 4, 1392
Old friend,
Today I have been forced into an action that lies heavy on my heart. You will of course, recall my recent mentioning of the Paladin Remiel and his growing relationship with Ireth; of the vows of fidelity and loyalty that he had sworn to her.
Today I discovered that he had played her false. Having finally lured my “sister” to his bed, he has cast her from his house.
When I returned into Hlint today, I was quickly ushered by friends to the benches where Ireth was to be found. Her eyes were red, her face pale. It did not take long to discover the cause of her distress.
Even as I write this, I find it hard to credit the depths of his perfidy. I trusted this man on the basis of his oaths, with my charges and he betrayed that trust. Naturally I went to his door to challenge him on the issue, but there was no reply.
I was with a heavy heart then that I knew my duty; such betrayal could not be allowed to go unchallenged. I have drafted a letter to The Lady Revantage, she being the closest thing to civic authority with which I have had contact. I have reported Delmir for his transgressions, and justice must now take it’s course. I cannot judge this man, that I must leave unto the Law. I do however much regret the pain that the ensuing proceeding must cause my dear adoptive sister. I particular, I now know that her relations with Remiel became adulterous. The charges against him will be matched by charges against her, though her guilt be the lesser in my eyes.
Rarely has my duty been so onerous. Never has doing what I know to be right caused so much pain to those I love.
What happens now, is out of my hands.
Elladan
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Wedlar, Oclar 18, 1392 Dear Grythir It has been too long since I have written, forgive me. The steady pace of training, devotions, and the social interplay of these lands have kept me quite occupied, which is probably good, for it has left me little time to dwell on the more unpleasant matters. I had not told you, but Ireth had received orders to attend the courthouse to face trial on charges of Adultery. I knew full well that it was my letter that had started this chain of events, and it laid heavy on my heart. Still the Queen’s laws are just, and it was in them that I had to put some measure of faith. The trial was yesterday. Of course, I attended to speak in her defence, as did many of he friends. There was much discussion, and I was called upon several times to recount the details of which I was aware. When did Remiel and Ireth first sleep together? When did Brit leave the house? I think that at one point, the charges may have been dismissed if only we could show proof that Brit had abandoned Ireth before that night with Remiel. Unfortunately, no such proof was available. However, my faith in justice was vindicated. The judge ruled that the emotional abuse that Ireth had suffered during the latter days of the marriage were sufficient cause to seek separation, and that Brit had abandoned her without cause. She was still guilty of adultery by the letter of the law, and the judge found her so, but her sentence was to work at an orphanage for a month! I addition, the ruling was made that she be declared divorced from Brit. So, the letter of the law was followed, but true justice also had its say. A second matter came to light during the proceedings. It would seem that, maybe in part because of my letter, Remiel Delmir has been cast down as High Justicar. He has fallen from Toran’s graces and is a Paladin no more. Of equal, if not greater, importance to me was the conversation that took place afterwards. Ireth understands why I did what I did. I can rest easy, with my duty to the law, and my duty to her both fulfilled. I shall write again soon Elladan
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Wedlar, Jenra 11, 1393 Dear Grythir, This is a sadder letter than most I fear. I think the hardest lesson you ever had to teach me, was that we must accept death as part of the cycle, even when it pains us. I have had cause to remember those lessons. Recently, we have lost two of our own. Shelu and Ayla, both priestesses of the Lifegiver, have moved on. It is strange the effect it has had on people. The “Dragoncalled” are an odd bunch at best, disparate and almost chaotic, drawn from all walks of life, all faiths. And yet, these deaths brought so many together in grief. I think we have grown unused to its face. The strange magic of the Bindstones keeps us from death. It isolates us, in a sense, so when a true and final death occurs it is as though a shockwave passes through the community. Two in such a short space, is unheard of. They were not my closest friends, but I knew them well enough. We had fought together, prayed together, laughed together. Now they are both gone, and there is a gap where they were, like the space where an old tooth once was. Shelu’s fiancé, Barion, is a friend also, and we have talked long and hard these past days. He wishes to devote himself to Aeridin, as a monument to his love. “What does it mean to be a warrior of Aeridin?” he asked me. How could I answer that to him? How could I explain to a man who has no faith, the fire that burns in my heart when I see the sunrise? The whisper of my Lord’s will in my mind as I mediate? I could not, but I think I gave him some measure of it. I just hope that, if he comes to Aeridin, that he does so for the right reasons in the end. Abigail and Angela have become firm friends now. In a sense it is ironic that I have become an occasional confidant to them both, helping them over a few of their “fights”. I confess to having had a strong attraction to Abi, but I value their friendship too much to allow that to grow. Well, I must go to break the ice on the well for more water. I love these cold crisp mornings, the early sunlight streaming across the land as it does. Be well, and stay warm! Elladan
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Janra 12
Dear master, I hope you are still well. In my reflections of my last missive, I had neglected to share a few pieces of news. The first is that I have met another Paladin of our order. Ka'Zin Zin'Jarlan is her name. Yes it’s a mouthful, but that is not too surprising as she is a “Dark” Elf. It seemed impolite to ask how a Drow came to the service of the Lifebringer, but I confess to being curious. Ironic perhaps that I should go for so long without seeing another one of us, and when I do she is so..unusual. I have begun to travel more in the lands of Dregar. Once, I would not have dared, for these are many formidable beasts in those lands. Lately however, my skills have grown with practice, and I may travel there from time to time without undue concern. Ireth seems to have assembled a collection of suitors. For a long time she showed no interest in romance, and who can blame her after Remiel. Now however, she is at least aware that a number of men appear to be vying for her affections! The two main contenders could not be more different, being an Elven Mage and a young human warrior. Both seem earnest in their fashion, even if the younger lad does seem to have a tendency toward impetuousness in battle he still seems to be an honest and well disciplined man. Trival, I suppose, but sometime it is pleasant to speak to you of such mundane matters! Yours as ever, Elladan
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Tunar, Mai 17, 1393 Old friend, Well the last few days have been an education, in many respects. I had heard that a Paladin of our order, by the name of Tatchien, was seeking assistance in Rangers Vale so, of course, I journeyed there at once. A number of people had arranged to assist; among them was Ka'Zin – which was a pleasant surprise. It was nice to se Ash Willo again as well; She’s a Elven ranger who I have met a few times in Hlint, but this was to be the first time we had travelled together. Tatchien is a bold fellow. Perhaps a little immodest, but well intentioned. From what he said he has been a Priest of the Preserver for some time now, but wishes to take the path of the Paladin. Now, it seemed that a gathering of the higher Paladins had been called at Blackford Castle. To summarise, Tatchien hoped to travel there and seek a sponsor. After some discussion on the nature and duties of Paladins, we set out.
One of our number was Rylok, a daunting figure of a man, part orc I surmised from his appearance. As we travelled he told us that on his way to the Vale, he had heard of a small village that was in trouble. Given that we were beset by Ogres on our way, this was somewhat difficult to explain to Tatchien. However, once we can caught up with him and explained in a quiet moment he agreed that it was only right to check if these people needed our help before we travelled on to the castle. It took a good while to make the journey south to the locale of the village, travelling without clear directions as we were. However reports of local hunters led us on the right track, and it did not take that long to find the trail to the village – especially with the help of Ash. What we found came as a shock.
The villagers were assembled in the centre of town, lead by one of their women who told us their tale. The village had, without any apparent reason, under attack by waves of undead,. Each attack had been worse than the one preceding it, and by the time we arrived the villagers had little hope left. Realising that time could be short we split into three groups, one to guard each of the three main paths into town. We did not have to wait for long, and soon the first attack came. I shall spare you the details of that attack and the ones that followed. Suffice to say that it was less like a melee, and more akin to a war. I found myself wishing for a good strong shieldwall on more than one occasion. Still by Aeridin’s grace we prevailed, driving off one attack after another. Some hours later came respite, but we knew it would not last. There had to be some driving force behind the attacks,. And it had to be found if any were to survive. Now, the village had a large monument near its heart, one that had been there for generations. We discovered that, unbeknownst to the villagers, it concealed an ancient tomb. Obviously, we decided to explore the tomb, hoping to find some answers there. Again, in summary, what we found was a lich., whose powers were drawing the undead into the village. Once we destroyed the Lich, the attacks ceased and the village was free to return to normal. In time, we returned to the temple in Rangers’ Vale and Tai gave a report of our activities. He was most surprised, I think, when he was told that as a result he had been accepted into the Lightbringers! It was a great day for him. Ka’Zin and I were equally surprised, I think, to be told that our actions had been note and, should we wish to enter the order we would be looked upon favourably. An honour indeed, but this was not to be the last surprise of the day. Tatchien decided that, although by now we had long missed the meeting, he would travel to Blackford, and give a report to the Queen. Upon our arrival, we were informed that the Queen had been detained, but would be arriving shortly. Imagine our surprise when she arrived – the woman from the village! Tai gave his report, and a small ceremony ensued. He was presented with a suit of armour, and those who had travelled with him were given the singular honour of being allowed to rest in the castle when we had need. Imagine that, this son of a blacksmith, sleeping in Her Majesty’s castle! So, I sit here now in this candle’s light and ponder. What of the Lightbringers? The tacit invitation Ka’Zin and I received is no small honour I know. You know I have no love for the undead, but is that where my path should lead? Am I destined to become a hunter of shades? Somehow I feel not. My duties of one of the Lifegiver’s own are many, “Bringing the Light” being no small part, but there is so much more I feel I have to do. The war is upon us, I know. Many will die before Blood falls, many more will be hurt. What can I do to aid them? Can I afford to focus on the creatures of the grave, when so many need my protection and healing? I shall pray on this long. For now, however, I must sleep Goodnight old friend, Elladan
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Threas, Junar 19, 1393 Greetings from Fort Llast, It has been an interesting few days. Starting when I awoke early, prayed as normal, and broke my fast. Then, the morning exercises. Now I have not mentioned it previously, but I have changed by exercise routine to include a little live practice. The crypts of Hlint are cursed with a population of undead that recurs in a most alarming way. The lesser form only, thank the Preserver; Skeletons, Ghouls and the like; but nonetheless they require dealing with. This practice now forms part of my weekly routine, I get to practice my skills against active opponents and return a few unhappy souls to the cycle. That day was one of the days I had set aside for such activity. This morning, however I was not alone. I had barely entered the tunnels below, when I came upon a traveller collecting materials for curative potions. Endrynn was his name, obviously I offered my assistance. As he had been beset by skeletons, he accepted readily and we continued into the crypts. Barely two hundred yards inside, who should we meet but Ireth? Her friend Lan was with her, along with another new face, Dominic. What started as a training exercise had become a social event! Still, we were in no danger where we were, and it did no harm to be sociable. From what Ireth said, I think she may have made her choice of suitors. Jet is featured in her conversations with increasing frequency, and with warmth that is heartening. We had decided to venture farther into the crypt, when another figure entered the room. A half-elven woman of beauty, wearing very little! It took me a moment to recognise her as Brisbane. She had come in search of Ireth, for it seems the two of them have become fast friends. Unlike our last meeting, she seemed at her ease, showing a sense of humour I had not expected. I confess I was moved to flirt a little, for she is striking, and I was almost surprised when it was met in good nature. Clearly, she is not a woman to be trifled with however. We delved further into the crypts, and Brisbane had occasion to invoke and impressive array of powers in defeating the creatures we met. Later back on the surface, after Lan and Dominic had left us, we talked at greater length. It transpires that she is a druid – one of the more senior it would seem, although she did not claim any rank. She called her companion to join us as we talked; Morrigu is a formidable looking bear, and it was a delight to be able to be in such close proximity to such a powerful and beautiful creature. Suffice to say, the rest of that day, and the next few, spent with Ireth and I in the company of Miss Brisbane. We travelled far and fought side by side, not entirely successfully in one instance. That is how we came to meet Celgar. He is a strange man, possibly the strangest priest of Lucinda I have met. Still, he knew Miss Brisbane, and he was most helpful to us before we continued on out travels into the desert to meet “Zif”. Zif, it transpires, is a manticore. Never forget that druids may have the strangest friends. I would never have expected that such a formidable lady would have such a zest for life. We spent our time laughing and joking as she showed us parts of these lands we had never travelled. I was quite sorry when it became time to part. A sorrow that was lessened by Miss Brisbane insisting on a goodbye hug; well, it would have been impolite to refuse! Yours truly, Ellandan
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Sunra, Seplar 8, 1393 Dear Grythir, I hope this letter finds you well, and you no doubt are enjoying the last days of the good weather as we move towards autumn. Life here is busy as ever, but it goes on with little change. My travels have taken me further afield in the past weeks, even to the Dragon Isles. Most often I travel with Angela and Abigail, usually with Ireth. Of late, however, Ireth has been travelling more often with Jet. I can a see a strong bond growing between those two. She talks of him often, much to the annoyance of Abi who does not share her liking of his ways. His ways are strange to me also. He is quiet and reserved, speaks little and never of his feelings. Sometimes he seems like a coiled spring, in danger of snapping at a moment’s notice. I don’t know what happened to make him so, for he is a good man, with a code of honour that would do any proud. I find him likable enough which, as he is almost living with Ireth, may be a good thing! I was pleasantly surprised to find that Aranna has visited Ireth recently. I was away at the time, but it seems that they had a good talk. It still seems strange to think of talking with her, in my minds eye she is still a small gurgling babe. I still miss her, even if I know what was done was the right thing. I cannot imagine how Ireth must feel. Until next time, yours Elladan
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Mulnari, Seplar 23, 1393 Dear Grythir, Life continues apace here still. Ireth and I have been travelling more in the company of Lady Brisbane, and have seen much these lands by her side. You’d like her sense of humour; it has a wicked edge but bares no malice. Of course, you’d also appreciate her remarkable good looks, and taste in clothes, but that is another story! For a few days, it seemed that bad luck had cursed our trail. We travelled far in the Berhagen mountains to be shown, or should I say be introduced to, that rarest of creatures: A Yeti. Brisbane took us there, of course, and spoke to the creature in calming words. A marvellous ability, that. To be so at one with Life to be able to communicate to all of nature! From there we made our way along a narrow track, almost hidden in the mountain vastness. At the end of the track, a door. Through that door, the beginnings of the that place of legend, Underdark. We ventured some way inside, finding ourselves beset by Illithids along the way. Our small group handled itself well, and all went smoothly. Until that is, Ireth attempted to open a door. There was a blast of noise like thunder as we were thrown across the room, and Ireth body was left sprawled across the floor. As you will guess, we left quickly, taking her body with us. Things ended well enough, of course. We were able to find priestly aid quickly, and Ireth was returned to us. This was to be a grim precedent of what was to come, however. A few days later, Ireth, Angela,. Bris and I ventured to a place known hereabouts as Storans Tomb. A ancient tomb at the foot of the mountains it is a hive of undead. Some of the creature that reside there can be put to good use, however, in the creation of healing draughts, and it was in search of these we went. All went well at first. My blessed blade returned many lost souls to the cycle, as did those of Ireth, Brisbane and Angela. Brisbane was a force of nature incarnate, protecting us, healing us, and calling down lightening on the foul creatures before us. Until the final chamber, that is. We advanced as before. I was beset by many and, as I attempted to withdraw slightly, I caught a horrific sight at the edge of my vision. A lucky strike from one of the creature caught Brisbane’s armour, tearing it from her, leaving her defenceless. She fought like a tiger, but now they had the advantage. The last thing I saw as my vision faded, was a backhand blow spinning her across the room. Once again, we had cause to thank the power of these “Bindstones”, but their did not come without price. The Soulmother claimed a piece of Brisbane. I cannot help but think that, if I had stayed closer to her, or fought a little harder, I could have saved her from that. It was a sad day. Yours Ellladan
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Threas, Oclar 12, 1393 Greetings once again, Well since my last letter to you, the harvest has passed and autumn is here. Life continues in Fort Llast, but I still spend much of my time around Hlint and the Ranger’s Vale. Llast is a cold desolate place at the best of times, and this season does not show it at its best! I still travel with Ireth, Abi, Angela, and Brisbane. All of them have now become good friends. The fact that they are all beautiful women is a pure coincidence I assure you! I still live a single life, and I doubt that will change. You will be glad to know that my studies continue well. Aeridin continues to bestow his gifts upon me, I find I can now return many of the lesser forms of undead to the cycle purely by faith, and his will. You will be glad to know that I continue to practice the healing arts, although most often I am called to minister aid on the battlefield. Gold has proved to be a problem of late. Once I have purchased healing salves, and donated t the temple my meagre funds barely stretch to provide food. I am continually grateful to Ireth for the lodging she provides. Still this old armour is in continual need of repair, needs far beyond my simple skills. As a result, I have decided I must take occasional paid work. The concept makes my uncomfortable, I admit. Using His gifts to gain gold, but I can be selective about what I do, and the money goes in a good cause, and will only come from those who can afford to pay. My first attempt at this “work” did not end well. In fact it has not ended at all, for its legacy is something I must attend to as a point of honour. I found myself responding to a call for assistance in Lelion. Several new faces were there, along with one or two with whom I have travelled before; Storold, was once such new face. He is an interesting man, a Paladin of Lucinda who has spent much of his life in the study of the weave. What he lacks in training at arms however, he makes up for in courage. I digress however. We were asked in rather strange circumstances, to escort a gentleman to a location on the Barbarian Isles. What made it stranger was that were not to be told where we were going, or why; only where to meet our “ward”. Having sought reassurances that nothing illegal was expected of us, we set out. This was my first trip to those islands, and I shall say this. They are cold! Very cold indeed. The weather forced us to make regular rest stops, at each of which we would build a small fire to warm ourselves. Frostbite was a real danger, and metal armour became a hazard in itself as unprotected skin quickly freezes to the metal. I shall not bore you with the lesser details of our journey, suffice to say it was eventful. What came as a surprise though, was our destination. It was nothing more than a cave. Despite our protestations, our ward insisted on entering alone and unguarded. Obviously this seemed foolhardy to us, but he would not be moved. Eventually he entered. I am afraid that Ireth and I took a small risk here, and she went in after him keeping to the shadows as she does so well. When she returned, we were horrified to discover that the cave was home to a group of gypsy bandits. When Joseph, our ward, was seen by them, he was killed outright. For a few minutes, we considered entering the cave ourselves, but Joseph had charge one of our number, Ferrit, with returning at once to Lelion with the news in the event of his death. Given the choice of returning, or forcing her to break her word, we of course chose to return. The situation in Lelion gave us even greater cause for concern. We spoke with Joseph’s brother, who was under house arrest on suspicion of being involved in the murder of his brother. He told us that Joseph’s daughter had been the subject of a kidnapping, but was now safe. He begged us to continue to investigate what had actually happened. As I write this, we have arranged to re-provision and return to those islands as in the near future. We are sure there is more to discover about the truth of that man’s death. To end on a positive note however, on the way home we met our old friend Barion. It seems that he and Shelu are to be married! Good news is rare these days, so I look forward to this celebration with relish Walk in his Light Elladan
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Freas, Decilar 27, 1393 Dear Grythir Despite many more worthy things afoot in the world, I had to relate today’s events to you. They are, I admit, of little import – except perhaps to me. Once again I have cause to take stock of the world around me, and my place in it. I look back over the past years, and sometimes I can see how I have changed. The Dragoncalled live life differently from other people. Many face death on a daily basis and I think it is this that makes them freer to speak and act their minds. Tempers flare often, but so do other feelings. Certainly, the young Aeridinite who first arrived in Hlint a few years ago would never have spoken so freely as he does now, yet there is no harm in it. Today provided examples. I had arrived in Hlint, looking for Ireth. She had spoken of needing to obtain copper for her arrows, and I had offered to help. After asking about, I found her on the East side of the town. She was not alone, of course. Abi and Angela were there, as was Celgar, and Brisbane joined us almost at once. Everyone seemed to be in high spirits. Much joking and laughter filled the air. The conversation turned to many things, and I confess that Brisbane’s mood had me flirting outrageously with her. At length I was invited to see her Father’s home, at Corax Lake in Pranzis. At one point I called her on one of her cheekier comments, and received a kiss upon my cheek as reward! Celgar seemed less than impressed, informing me that there were only two men on Mistone good enough for her. I bristled slightly, being firmly of the opinion that Bris could make up her own mind about such matters, like most women. A few moment later, and the air around Celgar was charged with energy. A huge Golem appeared by his side and lightning cracked around, as he had taken my comments as a challenge. I did all I could do in that situation: Opened my arms and invited him to do his worst if he wished. As I stood, I felt Brisbane’s magic envelope me, and saw the concern on her face. I like to think that Celgar was taking my measure. He had no real desire to attack me, and soon dispelled his magics. Perhaps standing my ground to him, as I once did to Ozy, helped to earn his respect? Whatever the reason, a few moments later we had shaken hands and we were all talking as though nothing had happened. Still, something of the mood had been broken. A short time later Ireth decided to return to Jet, and at that Brisbane announced that she had something to show me, and lead me off by the hand. What she showed me was a hill. A hill that was one that was special to her from her times with her father, the place she first met The Lady of The Land. She told me the tale of their journey to the T’oleflor Bridges; of Rhizome and Amelia, and I gained what may have been my first true insight into the heart of this fascinating woman. As we parted she embraced me, and placed a lingering kiss upon my forehead before she walked into the woods and was lost to sight. I find myself wondering; could I become one of those few of which Celgar spoke? I have affection for her certainly, mayhap something that could be more than friendship. Today, she hinted she may feel the same. I cannot be sure, but I know this. Whatever grows between us, rushing would be it’s death. Rest assured, you may be the first to know what happens, old friend Yours as ever, Elladan
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Threas, Decilar 26, 1393 My Dear friend, You have often remarked how life can surprise us, how often the best things come to us when we are not looking for them. Once again, your words have rung true. The recent days have passed peacefully for the most part, with time for some rest and relaxation for a change, so I was more than happy to accept Bris’s invitation to visit Corax lake, and her father’s island. If you ever have the chance to travel there, I advise you take it. The atmosphere on the island is magical. It reminds me strongly of the temple in Ranger’s Vale, a feeling of peace pervades all, and it seems as though the very trees watch you with a benevolent eye. I felt the presence of the Lifegiver there most strongly. Bris and I spent several happy hours wandering in the woods there, talking and eating the fruits. There is a wonderful spot for swimming just by Rhizome’s home, if you can stomach the dive into the waters below! I could almost believe I was in a paradise, the warm sun, nature all around us, and a beautiful woman in a most playful mood. It was as we swam together that I realised how much our relationship had changed. She has slowly become much more than a simple friend to me, and I began to have my suspicions that she might feel the same way – at least a little. Later, by the fireside, we talked at length. We talked of trust and family, of her father and mine; of her mother, and childhood. Then came a time when talking was done, and we joined in a celebration of life that went well beyond simple friendship. It was hard to act normally on our return to Hlint, I kept wanting to kiss her there on the street, but discretion seems wise if what may be growing between us is to have a chance. While we talked later, Bris seemed surprised that I could not speak the language of animals. I suppose that she’s been able to talk to them for so long, and that was how my first lesson began. We started, of course, with bears! I don’t know if it’s something that I’ll ever be able to master, but it promises to be fun trying to learn! I do not know where all this is going to lead, my feelings for Bris are too new for me to be certain of them – as I am sure are hers for me. I still have little knowledge of her relationship with Ozymandias, other than that they are very close. Still, if nothing else ever comes of it, the worst it will have been is a glorious afternoon and evening: one that shall live in my memory for a long, long time I’ll be sure to let you know how I do All my best wishes Elladan
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Freas, Jenra 6, 1393 Greetings old friend, Well the winter solstice is behind us now, the days are beginning to lengthen as the cycle begins anew. I can’t get over how much time has passed since I first came to this place. Strange, the weather around Hlint is never truly harsh, it is still frequently mild enough to sleep outdoors – which is just as well when spending so much time with a Druidess. My friendship with Bris continues to grow, if friendship is the right word. We often while away our days together, and more than a night or two has been spent sleeping in each other’s arms and yes, I do mean sleeping! We have developed a closeness that is hard to define; we share a love of nature and life, and I see in her eyes an innocence that perhaps draws me to her. Others who know her might laugh at that idea, but it is there nonetheless. We talk of history, her life, of nature and magic. Of course, my lessons continue. Did you know there are more that 13 different ways to say “hello” to a bear? I swear I have barely studied harder since my time in the temple! Most of the time it is with bears we converse, but birds, otters and suchlike are often our assistants as well. I’m not a man given to envy, but her ability to put such animals at their ease is one I would dearly love to be able to gain. Too often in my travels I have had to defend myself against a beast which was merely protecting it’s territory. I must leave you now, I hear others approaching my campfire, and I would not have them think me ill-mannered Yours in Aeridin Elladan
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Freas, Febra 20, 1394 Happy New year, albeit belated As you will have no doubt guessed, life suddenly became busy again. Shortly after finishing my last letter to you I was stood outside Hlint, talking with a small group. We were alarmed by a sudden flock of birds, rising from the Seilwood treetops. The way they flew made it clean this was a fright reaction, doubly so considering the time of year. As you would expect, we left at once to investigate. That something strange was happening was obvious as soon as we entered the woods. That area is normally quite dark, but the blackness that enveloped us as we moved into the cover of the trees was unnatural in its density. As if to remove any vestiges of doubt, we had barely moved a hundred yards beyond the treeline when we were beset by risen shades. After some efforts, we fought our way through to Rangers Vale, and the temple there. Its holy ground was safe from the intrusions, but the area was beset and surrounded by the same inky blackness. All they could tell us, was that darkness and the shades had approached from the direction of the lake. Of course, we left at once to investigate. Despite the problems of exploring in such poor light, we did manage to find what seemed to be an entrance to a tunnel near the lakeside. The mouth was blocked by boulders and loose rock, so we had a hard time forcing a way in. One of our number, an elven druidess whose name I have yet to discover, was of great help. She changed into a bear and allowed herself to be yoked in order to assist in rolling the larger stones away. Once we were inside, we were compelled to fight our way through all manner of creatures to proceed. A major argument ensued between the druidess and Ireth at one point. Ireth had been loosing arrows into our foes at great speed, despite the dark conditions. We had just dispatched a group of monstrous leeches, when a flock of bats flew out before us. Startled by the sudden movement, Ireth had shot and killed one before she realised they were not a threat. This simple mistake lead to a vitriolic verbal attack from the druidess, who seemed unwilling to accept that it was an error, but was sure it was symptomatic of Ireth’s whole attitude. Later on, Ireth was moved to comment that she travelled often with Bris, who surely would not tolerate one who disrespected nature. Both Ireth and myself were astonished by the reaction. The elf was little more than insulting, saying that the judgement of a “Dark Druid” such as Bris was seriously in question. That so little respect be shown for her superiors alarmed me, aside from any personal bias I may have in this matter. Needless to say, I spoke out in Brisbane’s defence at once, but to little avail. Still, Bris’s lessons had taught me enough to be able to tell that the druid was conversing with one our number , a ranger, in the animal tongue; presumably to prevent my understanding the conversation All that is besides the point, however. More important is that we discovered the tunnels to be the lair of a necromancer of no small power. A man who has been stealing people away form their homes, and turning them into undead servants to do his bidding. We managed to destroy his workings, and those things he had created, but the man himself managed to escape through a magical portal. Going through the papers that we found, we have uncovered a couple of names that may be of use. We have vowed to seek this man out, and put an end to his diabolic ways Yours in the Light Elladan
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Freas, Febra 25, 1394
Dear old friend,
No matter how we plan, how we imagine things to be, Life continues to be able to surprise us. Yesterday, I met up with Bris once more. We left Hlint to gain a little quiet time, and continue my lessons in conversing with the animals. We had barely left the gates when we met Enzo, and thereafter Ozy. I confess I do not understand her relationship with him, but his familiar manner managed to quickly make me feel uncomfortable.
Strange, isn't it? Nothing in my relationship with Bris gives me any right to feel possesive, if that indeed was the root of my discomfort. As I sat and listened to them however, I became aware that I had not been entirely true with myself - Bris is more than a friend to me. How much more, I cannot yet say.
So, once we were free of company and had begun to talk a little with one of the Badgers near our usual hillock, I raised the nature of our relationship with her. She was wary in her response, reminding me that we had agreed to carry on as before. I agreed that yes, this is what we had decided. However if we were truthful, this was not what either one of us was doing. Something in our behaviour towards each other had changed. Not a bad change, but it was still a difference. To pretend it did not exist would be being untrue to each other, and ourselves. Such falsehood, however well intentioned, can never come to good.
In short, we agreed that this was a new situation for both of us. All we can do is be honest about our feelings with each other, and give each other enough space to be comfortable. I promised her that I would never attempt to rush her into something, that I would not pressure her. She seemed a little lost and afraid. She is magnificent in her power, and yet she is afraid of hurt done to her heart. A woman of contraditions, in many ways!
Who knows what the future will bring?
Yours
Elladan
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Freas, Jular 13, 1394
Hello once again, It has been a busy few months, once again. Bris bought heself a horse, I think she spent every last s... of gold she had to do it! I have to admit though, it is a beautiful animal. Watching her gallop over the hill, the sun in her hair as she laughed with such a simple joy, gave me pause for thought. I have finally admitted to myself how I feel for her, this is no simple friendship. If anything solid can grow from it remains to be seen. I think I mentioned that Ireth and Jet are now living together? She came to me with a strange request “Brother I may be away for a few days helping Ozy. Can you distract Jet if you have the chance?” It seems that Ozy had asked her to go with him on a mission of some importance, and she didn’t want Jet to worry! I promised to do what I could, but did remind her that I wouldn’t lie to do so. We heard the fell news, that blood’s forces have taken the town of Stone. Of course, all of Hlint is abuzz with adventurers demanding that we liberate it at once. Only a few voices call for clarity, and the planning that such an undertaking would require. Soon though - we must try for the sake of those who remain trapped in the town. Remember I talked about an insane mage who had been turning people into Shadow? We finally tracked him down. All it took was a few kind words and an honest approach to a young lady in the Xeenite Temple at Karthy. At the end of our talk, she kissed me. I think that was when I realised how I felt for Bris, for here was a young and very attractive woman, scantily clad and affectionate. She kissed me, and I felt nothing but a vague disquiet, with Brisbane’s face dancing in my mind. Anyway, I digress. With the directions the girl gave, we came to his tower. It was a long slog through his defences, but we won through, and even the demon he had summoned could not help him escape justice. It was sad that he could not be taken alive for trial, but such is often the way with fanatics. I cannot feel too badly for one who pulled so many from the Cycle of Life. My best Regards Elladan
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Freas, Mar 6, 1396 Today I considered killing a man, or part of me did anyway. I suppose we all have our darker side, but it is still disturbing when it comes to the surface, however briefly. I’ve spent a good deal of the day in meditation at the temple, trying to come to terms with these feelings, and what caused them. People may decry the Oaths of a Paladin, but it is those oaths that give me the strength to carry on, to rise above the base desires that all flesh is heir to. Still. How can a man knowingly deny a woman any chance of true happiness, and look their own reflection in the eyes? This reaction has given me pause to consider my own feelings in greater detail. Such callous behaviour to anyone would outrage me, but directed towards her it unleashed a torrent of fury I was hard pressed to contain. I spoke with my sister, she lent her support gladly, and is probably the only person who true understands how I feel. However much I have denied it in the past, this is Love – with all its passion and vulnerability. It cannot be denied, that this has made me vulnerable. What will I do if she chooses another? If we can never be more than very good friends? The sun is setting now, and just a little way off I can make out a vixen bringing her cubs out into the twilight. I cannot yet understand her yips and barks, but the meaning is clear. All around me I see the Lifeforce of Aeridin, never stronger than in the natural world; and yet I wonder, will that simple fullness of life ever be mine? Yours, under the Oaks Elladan
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Sunra, Mai 15, 1378 Greetings once again, It has been an interesting week. It began with a meeting in Hlint, to discuss the situation in Stone. Since Milara’s forces overtook the town it has been preying on the minds of many of us, and we are looking at how best we can react. Ael spoke well, and much planning was done. If we are to form a militia to act in this matter, it will take a good deal of resources and consideration. There are those among us who would gladly rush in weapons drawn, but we must not underestimate the strength of the forces that would be arrayed against us. It might help if we had some idea what objectives had been gained by the taking of the town, and this was a focus for much of our discussion. As of yet we have no solid plan, but we have set things in motion to prepare as best we may. I found myself embroiled in a manhunt. Two condemned prisoners escaped from the town of Velensk, and the guard there asked for assistance. Not the kind of work I would normally chose to by my skill to, I admit, but when asked for help to recapture a convicted murderer my conscience gave me little alternative. I must say they led us a merry chase, crossing the ocean to Dregar. We followed their trail to an Aleseller in Pranzis and managed, by careful timing, to recapture them without bloodshed. Angela and Abi had another one of their arguments. At times I almost think they do it just to enjoy making up to each other after. I managed to sit them down and get them to talk to each other, and ended up sleeping on their living room floor! Well, I must go. There is a man in Leilon who has posted a flyer asking for help. My curiosity is aroused by his description, and I must confess the last few purchases of Healing Drafts has left me desperately short of funds; so I aim to travel there and at least hear his offer May the Light keep you Elladan
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Seplar 5, 1394, Greetings once again Please excuse the poor hand in which this is written, my fingers seem to be still recovering from a slight case of frostbite – one of the perils when one travels the Northern Islands. This was my second visit to the frosty lands in recent weeks. I did not mention it before, but I had travelled with a small group to Bastil. We had been asked to assist a merchant who wished to travel there for reasons he wished to keep to himself. I suppose, looking back, I had reservations about the trip from the start. It was obvious he was hiding something, and yet his demeanour was not that of a rogue. We travelled with Joseph to Krashin, and beyond. It was obvious he knew our destination, but was unwilling to disclose its details to us. At length we came to a cave, and he announced that he would continue alone. However much we attempted to persuade him otherwise, he would not be convinced. In fact, he seemed almost fearful that we would attempt to enter with him. He was aware of the risk he was undertaking, it seemed, and yet persisted. In the end, we had little choice but to let him continue. Perhaps it was foolish, but I asked Ireth if she would be able to follow him unseen – anxious as I was that we be able to offer aid should it be required. Some time later, she returned to us with a sorry tale. The cave was a bandit lair; brigands with which this man had been keen to meet. Keen, that is, until they cut him down in cold blood with barely a word. There were too many for us to consider attempting to bring them too justice ourselves, and we were left with no choice but to return to civilisation and alert the authorities. This we did, but by the time a force was able to investigate the cave, it was empty. Meanwhile, in Leilon Joseph’s brother, Ivan, was arrested on suspicion of arranging his murder. Needless to say, those of us who had journeyed with him, were far from happy with the circumstance of his death, and resolved to uncover what had transpired. Although the suspicions that had befallen his brother were understandable, we were far from convinced of his guilt. Feeling honour bound to act, and asked by Ivan to find the truth, we returned to the “Barbarian Isles”. At first, we aimed to retrace our steps to the cave, in the hope of finding some clue there. However, it seemed the elements had other ideas. We had been attacked by Gnolls, and Bugbears time and again. The shadows were growing long, and a storm was rising; we had to find shelter as quickly as we could and so soon found ourselves almost running before the storm. We had been told that the lowlands to the south were warmer, so that was the way we attempted to travel. When the pass we were in finally opened out into a wooded valley, and we moved into the shelter of the trees, we were more than a little relieved. It is strange to think that the weather almost herded us there, for we were to find our choice of shelter most fortuitous. After resting, we continued to the south, more to see where we were than for any other reason. We had not gone very far, when we were attacked. A group of Bugbears and brigands poured out from around a twist in the valley. We had no time to consider the unusual composition of the forces descending upon us, but were busy fighting for our lives in moments. We had defeated many, when one who seemed to be a leader came forward. Clad from head to toe in black plate armour he strode toward our small group. For a moment, he looked to me, and I could almost swear there was a flash of red fire visible through his visor. “Let me show you a true Warrior” he decried, as he joined the fray. Never before had I seen the like of this one: Ireth engaged him first, being closest, and was quickly joined by myself . His blows fell like hammers, and the magical fire on my blade seemed to shrink from him. I was barely able to parry his blows, and yet my ripostes were as nothing to him. In the end it was a spell from Tre Maakli that laid him low, the last of his band to fall. Over the next rise, we found their camp. These were the same bandits that had been in the cave, it seemed. Of those left, one was a seasoned gypsy. He bargained for his freedom, offering information of what had transpired. The storey he told was a strange one. The luring of Joseph to his death was deliberate: punishment for refusing to deal with those behind the scenes of this little plot. The Grey Men of Karthy, he called them. Followers of Undead, he said. They sought to sow dissension in Leilon, and take what power they could into the bargain His second tale was stranger. He offered it, so he intimated, purely because it needed to be know, and he had come across the knowledge by accident. Some years ago, one who styled herself the “Witch of the Black Ice Isle” dealt a blow to the bear Barbarians. She kidnapped some of their tribe, and fled. That, he said, was a matter of history. What he had discovered was what had happened to her after. She had been caught in the “Druids Plane Trap”, and was held in the “Pyramid of the Druids” At length, we returned to Leilon. In light of what we had discovered, the charges against Ivan were dropped. I’ve not seen Bris for a little while; but rest assured that when I do see her next, I shall be asking about this Mysterious “Pyramid” I’ll let you know what she says Keep well, Yours Elladan
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Decilar 8, 1394
Dear old friend, Have you ever noticed how life can , now and again, surprise you with an unexpected gift? Something that makes you walk in the dawn’s light with a lighter tread, and refreshes the song in your heart? Such a surprise has been mine this day. I had spend the night in Ranger’s Vale once again; Bris and I fell asleep in each others arms, listening to the sounds of the forest. I remember thinking, as sleep overtook me, that there was little that could happen to make me more content than that simple, innocent, pleasure had done. I awoke with the first stirrings of the dawn alone, with the dew feeling fresh and clean on my face, and a note resting on my chest. I had intended to break my fast with a little bread and water; spend some time in meditation; and begin the walk to Hlint, but as I read the note, such thoughts were banished from my mind. In a familiarly feminine , but unusually uncertain hand, it said simply “I must speak to you soon, about …things” It was signed with a flowing “B” . My thoughts were a muddle. What could be wrong? What could have happened to make her leave my side in the dead of night, and leave such a note? At once, I began the long walk to Hlint. As I finally left the cover of the Seilwood trees, and approached the hillock she and I were fond of, a small bird started to the air and darted ahead of me. I crested the hill, and there she was – the bird upon her shoulder. The sunlight caught her hair as I walked towards her, and I found myself bereft of words. I think I mumbled some inanity about her outfit, as nodded to me, and turned to walk towards Hlint – her face solemn. “I’ve been thinking a lot when you rested in the trees” she said. Considering the number of travellers that pass that place, I suggested that she might wish to go somewhere private. She concurred, and we walked in silence back to Jet’s house, and into my room there. I swear, my heart was in my throat the whole time, and I was abruptly conscious of how sparsely decorated the room was. She refused my offer of food, and chose to stand when I offered her a seat on the cushions. Then she began to speak. She told me of her long standing feelings for Ozymandias. “ My First Infatuation” she called it. She went on and as she spoke, I realised this conversation was not the one I had expected. “And then I met you”, she said. I looked into her eyes, and saw the beginning of tears there. As I watched her, and listened to her words, I could not help but think how different this woman was from the image so many have of her. Here she was, nervous, emotional, vulnerable. All I wanted to do was gather her in my arms and protect her – silly really, considering. She spoke of how she had never expected to feel this way again, after Plenarius. At the last, she leant in close, and whispered the words my heart had yearned to hear. “I love you”. With those words, she cast all doubts form my mind, it was as if the shackles I had placed around my heart were burst asunder, and I could finally admit what I felt, to her, and to myself. I love her in return, I know not how I could have denied it for so long, but she needed the time and space. We talked for the longest time, she told me a little more about herself, her history. I told her a little more about myself, we held each other. As the shadows lengthened outside, we arose and went for a another swim in the lake at her father’s house, before falling into slumber in each other’s arms once more. Could any man have asked for more? Yours Elladan