The World of Layonara
Character Development => Development Journals and Discussion => Topic started by: merlin34baseball on February 18, 2006, 12:16:41 PM
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Dear Mother and Father,
I Know you are worried about me. I am sorry I left but I couldn't deal with life in the Keep. I needed to be out and be free from the formalites of our ....
*She stares at the letter*
*tears dot the page*
*She tosses it into the fire*
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Dear Mother and Father,
I hope all is well. I have been traveling a lot lately, keeping my mind occupied. But I still find it hard not to let my emotions take control. I know I wanted a life of adventure and was unhappy in our small keep by the sea, but I may have gotten myself in a little over my head. Father, my magic is a little wild, I should have studied harder. And mother, the pup you gave me as a small girl seems to have taken on some qualities that not everyone here seems to appreciate. I may have to turn him loose.
*stares at the letter*
*thinks to herself: there is no way this will ever be delivered, why do I write them?*
*wads up the letter and tosses it into the fire*
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Dear Mother and Father,
The last couple of days have seen great strides for me. And some hard times.
I have been learning to create rings and have had some great successes. Thanks to a gentleman named Barion who brought me copper ingots I was able to craft over 25 beautiful rings! Father they even hold a little magical power. I was also able to finally find a room. Zweck, and ecentric friend of mine found a room in a town called Krandor, and he offered to let me share it with him. Mother don't get worried, I have my own bed with some nice partitions around it...
The hard time came when a friend of mine, Freida, was being harassed by an uncouth individual. I stood up for her, as she is only 3 feet tall, but the brute would not stop. My anger got the best of me and I nearly ran him through. I am not proud of this... I will try to keep my temper in check from now on...
*ink blots the page*
*tosses the letter in the trash can in her room*
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Hello Mother and Father,
I hope you are doing well. I am truely sorry that these letters will never reach you, but I must write anyway, just to clear my head.
I am thinking of turning MerlinDog loose. No one seems to understand him. Well I take that back some see him for what he really is, a mutt, just a very protective mutt. Some do not believe that a Hell Hound can be bread with a normal dog and not have that Hell Hound attitude... I thanks you Mother though for providing me with a protector in these tough times.
My room is comming along nicely. I have purchased some plants to remind me of the gardens at home. I don't know what Zweck thinks of them. Everyone seems to think that Zweck and I are together since we share a room... If they only understood.
*looks at the letter*
*balls it up and throws it away*
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Dear Mother and Father,
I hope you are doing well. My time here is both a blessing and a curse. At home I knew my role, but here I have yet to find a path. My jewelry making is comming along well, but it is not satisfying my inner passions. I need a direction, a guild, a god, a purpose...
*wads up the letter which is dotted in tears and throws it away*
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Dear Mother and Father,
I have been doing well. I have found a way to make a bit of coin so I can buy better equipment, tis a harsh world sometimes here. I am getting better at the jewlery trade, Mother, and am attempting to sell gems, rings, and dust from the gems. Hopefully people will be interested...
And, Father, I have been studying my magic more often. I seem to be growing in strength. I know I didn't like studying the arts as a child but I have seen their blessings here. The is a temple that interestes me. They worship a goddess named Lucinda. I am seeking out someone from their temple to speak with. I just do not know if I am temple material...
*sighs... I wish I could send these*
*balls up the paper and tosses it on the floor*
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Dear Mother and Father,
I have found a member of the Temple of Lucinda. Her name is Sabrissia. I have known her for a while as she is betrothed to Barion Firesteed. She took me to the Temple and we had a discussion about Lucinda. The temple was beautiful, as was Lucinda's message about the weave. I spoke with Ash about Lucinda as well to see what others that do not worship her think. She approves of Lucindas teachings. This helped alot, as she is one of my best friends. I just don't know if I have the faith in myself to dedicate myself to a goddess.
Lyons was there as well. I finally got to explain to him about MerlinDog. I don't know if he understood until Sabrissia's familiar Karen spoke to him about how a familier will do nothing that it's master does not want it to do. I think he understood then how a creature could be harnessed by its master, just as I have kept MerlinDog under control. Again Mother thank you for giving him to me as a youth, he is a great protector in my troubled times.
*wads up the letter and tosses it in the fire*
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Dear Mother and Father,
Father I went to the most amazing place... I saw a race of people called the T'oleflor. They were one of the first to use the and protect the weave Father. I wish you could have seen them in their glory! Small and winged they were but each was different. Very powerful and magical looking. There was a great meeting where one of our own was called to be the protector of the Silver Vein, some sort of tree connected to the world. It was most amazing. In meeting them I feel my call to the weave growing greater.
I have also begun to loose some of my wild ways. I know I was never much for authority and structure at home but I am feeling like it will be necessary for me in this land. I am doing more now to help others than I ever have in the past. I know I will never be a "law abiding" citizen but hopefully I can find a happy medium...
Love,
*wads the letter up*
*sighs and thinks, I wish Father could have seen the T'oleflor*
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Dear Mother and Father,
I hope everything is going well for you across the seas. I hope you will forgive me for never writing (though I do) the birds will just not fly that far. I do hope someday that we can see each other again.
I have not seen my roomate in over a month, I hope nothing has happened to Zweck. He was having delusions before he disappeared about having twenty some different kinds of demon blood in him... Maybe they called him back, I don't know. I have searched everywhere for him. Ash can't seem to find him either, and her being a Ranger, that makes me sense that something dire has happened.
I am trying to find a teacher in the jewelry trade. I have gotten fairly good and have produced some nice things but would like to take my abilities to a higher level. Hopefully someone will reply to a note I tacked up and teach me a bit of their knowledge. It my sound strange to you both that now I seek knowledge where before I hid from lessons.
I am still watching the followers of Lucinda, and I find they are a very caring and helpful lot. Something I seem to be developing into on my own. Maybe I should persue her teachings a little more seriously.
*looks down at the note*
*a tear spots her cheek*
*tosses the letter in the fire and watches it burn*
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Dear Mother and Father,
Things have been going well. I have had a couple of great things happen. One of my missing friends has returned, Zweck. He didn't really say where he'd been except "some isles". And Ash has moved in with us. I just hope the Paladin who lets us live there doesn't mind too much. We've moved into a little bit bigger room. Justain did say when he let us live there that he hated to see homeless people, so I was following his advise when I asked Ash in from the cold... I hope he understands.
I have really been doing well with my jewelry making, I have even begun to work bronze. Now my problem seems to be aquiring better gems for the bronze as I cannot retrieve them myself. I think I will begin concentrating on enchanting and alchemy so I can make these rings even better. Bet you'd never have thought I would be this driven, aye Father?
Well good bye for now...
*doesn't sign the letter*
*throws it in the nearest plant pot*
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Dear Mother and Father,
Everything is going well here hopefully all is going well for you at home. I man named Kilkenny responded to my add for a mentor in Jewelry making, I just need to seek him out now.
I am also going to try to become a member of the Lucindite Temple but I think I should concentrate on one or the other first. Father I know you would probably think the temple should come first and Mother, I know you would think the schooling. It is something I will need to decide.
Oh and Mother I have also met a kind young man, who is also very intellegent. I seem to loose track of time while talking to him. You always said thats why you married Father. We have had nothing more than conversations but we shall see where it leeds...
Goodnight Mother and Father.
*tosses the letter in the fire*
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Dear Mother and Father,
I went on a most amazing adventure last night to a place called Firesteep. The mountains and valleys were beautiful. I even got to fly! A man named Plen had to scoop me up and fly me up a cliff that I could not climb. He is the only person here that I have seen with wings! There were many tough battles but everyone got out safely I think, even the silly bard Freldo.
I am going to begin to work on enchanting and alchemy as my jewelery making seems to be very effective now and I cannot advance much further without seeking out Kilkenny. I did have one most discouraging set back. Ash brought me a fire opal that she said she almost died getting. I got through the two toughest parts, cutting it and polishing it, only to destroy it setting it in the ring. I don't know what I'll tell her when I see her. I am almost ashamed that a gift like that went to waste.
I have begun saving for a home. I may have to find one of the more wealthy people here and see if they might loan me the money, which I can pay back through renting the extra rooms out.
*throws to letter in the pond*
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Dear Mother and Father,
I have been doing well
*stares at the paper*
Actually maybe I have not. I seem to be going in circles. I cannot find a direction or a cause. I have offered to tutor someone in gem crafting but how will that help when I have not even bothered to seek out one who offered to help me? I have started to speak with others about the weave who ask about my religion, but I have been to the temple once... I am truely confused about my path here, but I seek help from no one. The independence is still ingrained in me, to much so. I go on adventures with others and barely speak but I speak well with a person alone. I do not know, I do not know my path...
*the letter trails off*
*she angrily tears it up*
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Dear Mother and Father,
Yesterday was not a good day. I have lost a friend. Ash has told me that she was going to Xandril and would not return for some time. She has had a strange and complictated relationship with a bard named Freldo and his lady friend Rhynn, both of whom I really like. Ash mistakenly asked Rhynn about virginity (I have have no idea why) and Rhynn was deeply hurt and said something about her old master abusing her.
A woman named Ireth came along and Ash and I overheard her asking Rhynn if she could tell Ash in strong terms to leave her alone, threatening terms. Ash became upset and asked why Ireth hated her so much and Ireth mocked her love of nature. Ash left saying she was going to Xandril and would not be back for along time.
I know not what to do, should I seek out Ash in this place called Xandril, should I confront this Ireth woman? I do not know.
I only know I have lost a true friend...
*stares at the paper in disbelief*
*uses combust on the letter reducing it to ash and starting a curtain on fire in the process*
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Dear Mother and Father,
A great thing has happened! Ash has returned. I was in the Leilon Arms drowning my sorrows with whiskey (never again) when she walked in. A balor and Bloods army chased her out of Xandril. For once Bloods army did something good... I was so worried that she would not come back.
I have begun to spend more time in a place called Dregar. The creatures are much more powerful but the rewards are greater as well. The gems are much more suited to my abilities in jewelry making. I need to concentrate on my enchanting so I can start to make rings to help with abilities such as strength and intellegence. Yes father I should have paid more attention in class...
Love,
*folds up the letter and tosses it in the trash*
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Dear Mother and Father,
I have had again, a great, and terrible day.
I met a man several months ago and he interested me right away. A kind man, and a knowledgable man. He made me realize that maybe I already have a cause, the simple cause of looking out for my friends. Simple but noble. Maybe I do not need a church or a guild, simply I must follow my heart and protect my friends. I have much to think about. I have long conversations with him and loose track of time (Mother you may be right). But there is still the other who I can loose time with as well, how does one choose... I am at a loss.
The terrible part... I met the soul mother today for the first time. She took a bit of my life away. I think I was being rash, leeding where I shouldn't have been and paid the price. I shall not be so foolish again and put myself, and a man I admire in so much danger.
*folds the letter, puts in in an envelope and tosses it in the fire*
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Dear Mother,
He is here, the one...
*begins to cry, not knowing if it is love, fear or fear of love*
*throws the tear stained parchment in the fireplace*
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Dear Mother,
I know I should be writing to Father as well but the things I speak of are for a womans heart I think.
I was given a flower today, a beautiful blue flower. I shall press it in the book that Exodas has given me, to keep it safe. This man makes me think like no other. He has helped me realise my calling in life, to protect and care for others. That I do not need a temple or guild to be complete. But he seems unsure of himself sometimes. He has led a life of purpose, a life of dedictation to a cause, and I have a fear that I am making him rethink his ideals.
I do not wish him to rethink his ideals and change, for the man I am falling in love with...
*stares at the word love*
*sets the letter down, blows out the candle, and thinks of him as she drifts off to sleep*
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*curls up in bed clentching the book with the flower he gave her safely pressed inside it and drifts off to sleep thinking of him*
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Dear Mother and Father,
I have been trying to raise money for orphans in Roldem that were victims of the war against Blood. Since I really have no money to spend I have been convincing others at the end of adventures to donate the loot. It seems to be working, just last night I got a group to donate almost 2500 coins. I also sold a powerful magical set of gloves and am donating a portion of the profit to them, if I can only find the buyer...
Father, tis time to tell you... I think I have fallen in love. He is a kind and gentle man, a follower of Toran. Father don't scold me, he is not like the hedge knights that practiced outside of our small keep on the training grounds. He is not arrogant and brash... though I did have to call him foolish yesterday for charging into a cavern with ogres all over to find me. A sign of love maybe, Father? I just don't want him hurt, tis why I called him foolish. I hope he didn't take offense. I just mean to protect him.
I spoke with Ash yesterday about him. It was a conversation I was dreading, as she does not like Paladins much. It went well. I told her what I have written to you Father, that he is not arrogant and brash. That he joined the church for revenge rather than status. Revenge against those who killed his parents. She seems to take it better than I had even hoped...
*trails off as she falls asleep clutching her book with the flower pressed inside*
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Dear Mother and Father,
I hope you are both doing well. It should be a glorious time of year at the... *trails off pen scratching the paper*
*starts to write again*
I, I miss him. I have not seen him in days, maybe weeks, seems like years. Master Exodus has been keeping me company but I miss him. I even slept on the couch in his home hoping that he would come in the night. I hope he is safe I worry for him.
I have had a vision, as I slept, a vision of a sword, a sword that I cannot weild. A sword that strikes down everything in its path... *thinks* Why would I dream of a sword that I cannot weild?
*drifts of to sleep hoping he will wake her*
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Dear Mother and Father,
Mother, he has returned, safely thankfully. I had missed him so. He gave me a beautiful ring which I wear on a chain around my neck. *fingers the ring* I hope, I hope...
*drifts off to sleep dreaming of a sword*
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Dear Mother and Father,
Ha has asked... for my hand and I have said yes... *stops and thinks, quill blotting the page*
I love him dearly, he is a kind and righteous man, a man, Father you would be proud of. We have no date set, just a commitment in our hearts. I wish you could be there both of you, Mother and Father, even just to meet him once. I never thought that I could love some one like this *pen trailing off the page again*
The funny thing was he spoke of learning a trade *smiles*. I was thinking so hard on what I though he might like to do... he thought leathers, so I shall go find everything I can to help him in his endevore.
I also told him we needed a home for us, for our... *trails off again* I told him we needed a guest room for Ash, and he didn't seem to mind. Creighton always seems to make me happy, I think he understands what Ash means to me... He is a kind man...
*the quill drops from her hand as she drifts off to sleep, waiting for Ash to climb into the bunk above so she can poke her and tell her the news*
*as she drifts off she dreams of the sword, a sword in a great heros hand*
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Dear Mother and Father,
I have told Ash... I don't think she was pleased at first. But in the end she congradulated me and did not hesitate when I asked her to stand with me during the ceremony. Even said she'd make the dress, she has a good heart.
I kind of scolded her though. Told her she was like a walnut...Hard on the outside and good on the inside. She said she'd be nice for two weeks, no hood, smiling, no telling anyone she would kick they're... Should be funny! And needed for her.
Oh and I told a story in front of a whole tavern tonight... I think I might have even done an alright job. Twas the story of the old man, the young boy and the other from the forest, Mother. And the seed, It reminded me of Rhizome getting the seed.
*thinks: Wow, I had a long day...*
Later, a man came harassing Rhynn, teasing her about her past. Mother, I am getting the impression she was abused as a child and this was what he was teasing her about. About being a slave and such. I asked him his name and all he did was repeat my sentences. Many surounded him with weapons drawn. He sent an arrow at Rhynn. Chaos erupted, then boiled down to a simmer. The non gentleman was the worst for wear, and he did not like the sight of all of our blades. I told him as he retreated into the night that I would always be looking for him.
I am glad that Creighton did not witness that. He would not liked to see me in between two about to fight, in just my dress... *trails off*
I wonder where he was? *smiles* I know he will seek me out.
*curls up and dreams of a sword, and of him, in dwarven*
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Dear Mother and Father........
*gives up on writing them letters and starts a journal*
I learned a new word today... Nurga. Tis love in dwarven. The Stonecutters are teaching me much, Azoa. But not as much as he is. I find myself worrying about him, when sometimes (well most of the time) I don't worry about myself. I know he is capable but I worry...
We went on a great adventure today to retrieve wood. Wood for a friend to make bows out of. I knew we were all going to our graves on the hunt, before we even started. But for Glenn, and the kindness he has shown me, I would give up a soul strand. Thankfully no one had to, but we brought back mahogany instead of yew... *smiles at Plenns generocity*
I wanted a home before I married... I do not know if that will happen now. I love him so much I would marry him tomorow, can I hold out? It would be a long time before we could save that much *sighs* Ash has already made the dress, oh I want to see it, but I cannot... I hear him and the Stonecutters makeing plans like they think I'm deaf *smiles*
And Ash, Ash, Ash, she so makes me smile... she is the walnut.
I love him dearly *pen trails off of the page as she falls asleep*
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*opens her new journal and begins to write*
I think, I think I am being selfish... *pen drops from her hand and she stares at the words*
I have a love so strong but I have put a burden on him. It has to weigh on him, my want of a home. Who am I to make such a demand? I have the keys to three homes. Tis his company I want, we could live in a tent. It will take so long to raise the coins, and I worry he will be rash in his decisions to collect it. Last night he asked Axodeth where the creatures were that have the most coins... Those are the most dangerous. I do not want to end up like Addison, fearing for my loves meetings with the soul mother.
He told me that Master Axodeth even offered half his house to Creighton for us. *sighs and smiles at the kindness of the Stonecutters* I do not think I could accept his generosity. And... I worry for Ash. I worry about hurting my best friend, after all we have been through I cannot just up and leave her in that house all alone.
Maybe I should just spend the coins or give them to Roldem and be done with it... and both of us start with nothing... I miss him so...
*begins to cry clutching the book with the flower pressed in it*
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*wakes up beside a pond where they both collapsed from exaustion. Gently brushs the hair back off of his sleeping forhead and give him a light kiss as to not wake him*
*opens the leather bound book*
A tragedy has befallen my community of freinds. Cole Norseman has been taken by the soul mother. Though I didn't know him that well, his companion Addison is a good freind, and she is with his child. I shall seek her out and see what I can do for her, probably nothing, for it is always hardest on those left behind, but I shall ask anyway.
*eyes brighten*
I do have good news though. Creighton and I are going to take Axodeth up on his offer of half his home, until we can save enough for our own. I believe what was holding me back was my love for another, my love for my best freind. Axodeth insisted that he had an extra room that he would be honored for Ash to have. He said there room for Ash was small, but we can keep the keys to the other house and use it for storage, and as a retreat when we need to get away. I need to seek her out and tell her, ask her. Twill be up to her, but at least now I do not feel like I am abandoning her. I hope she will come.
I wonder what our home will be like? What his tastes are in furnishings. Bah I don't even know his favorite color. I have a lot to still learn.
I have never seen a funnier sight than a Dwarf in a suit. *laughs* Creighton and the Stonecutters have been working hard on clothes for the wedding. *giggles again* I think we shall have to change the colors, white with scarlet trim for the women and silver with Scarlet for the men. Gold and scarlet looked pretty bad... He has decided to let me pick the date, how does one do that? I suppose it shall be after we get situated in Axos.
I have grown in power as well. I can cast spells of the fourth circle now, though I need to speak with another mage about how to properly work one of them, as it seems to turn me into a spider all of the time, though peoples reactions are histerical. *smiles* Moving to Axo's has taken another thing off of my mind, I have needed an advanced crafting certificate to continue my work. They cost 32,500 coins, and I could not have gotten one while trying to save every coin as fast as I could for a home. I will need to speak with Creighton and see if it is ok for me to use the coins for that. I think in the end though we will get a home faster if I can produce better goods working with silver and platinum and the like, and I'm sure I have freinds who would get me the metals...
I have been learning Dwarven at a more rapid rate. Hopefully soon I will be able to converse with the Stonecutters in their native tounge. Axodeth, Exodus, and Xain are such willing teachers.
Azoa is Aye
Nurga is Love
Kohaarz is Tyrian
Zihaak'kurr is Creighton
Kohaarz nurga Zihaak'kuur.
*closes her journal and snuggles against him*
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*lights a candle and digs her book out of her pack as he sleeps next to her, and listens to the rain drum down outside the window*
Where to start...
Exodus has been speaking of going to the temple of Vorax... I could not remember where it was. Well I knew the general area but not exactly the place. Jennara was in town and I knew she would help, she is a fine soul. Jennara, I, Exodus and several whose names I am at a loss for right now traveled the mountains and safely got Exodus to the the temple. He has decided to stay, to learn from the priests. He told me to tell his brothers that he was safe and would be back. I wonder what that ment? But I have delivered the message.
My love grows greater... *smiles and pushes his locks back gently* He has surprised me... with gifts, gifts of silver. I will get my badge on the morn and begin crafting the silver, with a mind to make everyone of my friends a beautiful piece.
*writes her self a note in the margin to fix the chests*
I have been practicing my dwarven with him as well, soon I think Creighton and I shall be able to profess our love in their tounge. And I have discovered that my mothers language is comming back to me little by little.
*looks at him asleep, blows out the candle, snuggles up next to him and closes her eyes*
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*lights the small candle next to his bed*
I shall not write long, I do not wish to wake him.
Exodus has returned, begging plate in hand for the temple. I took this as a sign that things went well for him At the Vorax temple. He seems very happy, so it seems a good thing, though I think his brothers think hes a bit crazy.
I worked the silver all day long, comming out with some fine pieces that I gave to my friends, one for each, the three Stonecutters and Ash. I got really lucky, my eye was true, and I turned out an exeptionly beautiful ring that I gave my love. *looks down at his finger and smiles* Axodeth has now given me platinum to work, when shall I find the time?
We have begun speaking of our wedding and the plans that are to be made. One part of me cares not for a wedding at all, just some simple vows between him and I, and the other part of me would like to have our friends there to celebrate our wedding and each other. We just need to pick a place, and I think the rest will fall into place one way or another. *smiles*
On a much sadder note. I have finally seen Addison. *stops writing for a bit and looks at him* There is not much I can do. The baby is due any day, perhaps I can help then, by bringing her some meals and juices and such. Just, I don't know, keeping her company. She is hoping for a boy, I hope Cole gave her her wish.
Sin'Dolin the mage is dead as well. Tis a black time in this land. Sin'Dolin was a humerous fellow. And I shall always remember him walking me all the way across Dregar one time when I was lost. He bought lots of stuff from me and always paid more than it was worth, I think because he had pity on a poor young mage just trying to get by, by selling dusts and aloe. He helped me much.
*smiles and crys at the tragedies*
Twould be a dark time if it weren't for my light.
*blows out the candle and wraps her arms around him*
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*opens the tent flap and slpis out under the moon light to write*
I came into town late today, and he was not in the craft house like I thought he would be. The first thing I thought of was him trying to earn coins, then I thought of Haven. I ran the whole way turning invisible so I could get deep into the mines. I found him and Xain near death, and healed them both. It was rather funny *laughs quietly* I was invisible so I think the wondered if the gods were healing them... *smiles knowing its not true*
I have spoken to him about the wedding, how I would rather have a small ceremony and then a party for our friends after. I know I have been bored to death at weddings before so why subject everyone to that, when the only words that matter are mine and his to each other. *smiles* I can't wait to start on his present, it will be so much fun!
I made platinum rings yesterday, to go with the silver ones. I believe I am becoming one of the better jewelers around. People seem to be seeking me out to cut their stones *stops and thinks, I should be charging coins for that, We still have a home to buy
*the pen trails off as she hears him turn over in the tent*
*enters the small tent, and crawls in beside him*
oh *thinks remembering todays lesson in Dwarven, repeating it in her head as she dozes off*
Zhann hak = well met
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*awakes by the fire outside Hlint still in her battle robes drenched in sweat not knowing why shes laying in the dirt, sits up, shakes out her hair and realizes...*
The soul mother, she has visited me again... I must be more careful. Sometimes I am to busy trying to help others and not busy enough protecting myself. *sighs* I cannot be a good wife if I am in the afterlife and my love is here. I must become a tad more selfish, just a tad, not selfish for my own ends but for the ends of my future family...
*knocks the dust off of her robes*
He must be worried. Does he even know where I am? *not remembering much after the soul mother touched her* Azoa (aye), I must seek Zihaak'kurr (Creighton), right away and let him know I am alright.
*closes the book and heads into Hlint*
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*restless and cannot sleep, she lights the candle next to the bed*
Tis been another dreadful day. I went to Hurm with Ash, Creighton, Axodeth, Mercas, Tegan, Pyrran, Kiva and some wench I do not know, and don't want to. We overheard pirates speaking of taking Hurm and then the throne. I made a mistake that cost me dearly, the pirates saw me and ran me through, then the soul mother had her way again with me *shudders*. We must warn someone of this but who? I do not trust the government anymore, for what they did to the relief effort for Roldem was terrible. I think I should seek out Jennara, and see if she has any ideas of who can be trusted. They spoke of taking the throne right out from under everyones noses...
*leans over and touches his cheek*
I must marry this man soon... He made a great gift to me today. The oil I have been seeking for months he brought me *smiles*. I love him so. I must *writes it again and again* MUST MUST MUST MUST MUST MUST start being more careful, especially when traveling with groups as I did today. Twas so unorganized, no one would wait for spells to help them and, and... *trails off*
*slips out of bed to go cut stones to keep her mind off of the soul mother*
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*wakes late in the day after cutting and setting stones all night*
My thoughts on everything:
On my love,
He is one of the kindest and gentlest men I have ever met. I need to, to wed him soon, even if it means me dragging him into the forest and getting on a knee myself, just us alone. I am just so nervous of a big wedding, and would rather have a big celebration after instead. In the next few days I shall do just that I think. I hope our friends are not disappointed... I think the Stonecutters will be relieved not to have to put on their suits. I just need to find a witness, perhaps Ifion would come, or maybe even Rhynn. I, I just want to relieve the pressure I think he feels about this. All I want is him, close, and with me forever.
On my best walnut,
Ash's life seems to have taken a turn. I believe she is in love. *smiles then frowns* I have known him for a while, as long as I have been here almost. He is just so dark sometimes, and I don't know if Ash needs that kind of influence. She was just starting to break out of her walnut. Who knows maybe this will be good for her, she does seem happy. *startes to think about moving her stuff out of the house to let Ash have more room*
On my craft,
I have become extrordinarily good. I believe I will cut my first diamond soon, as I have had a request to do so. People seem to seek me out now for rings and jewelry, and to cut or dust the occasional stone. I have been working hard in the craft hall in Hampshire, and it is paying off. I must spend another 15,000 for gems today but I can turn that into 30,000. Soon I shall be back to where I was before I had to spend the coins on the crafting badge.
On my skills in the field,
I have been dieing lately. *looks at the words* I seem to turn the tide of the battle in our favor sometimes but... make key mistakes that cost me and my friends at times. I must correct this. Perhaps I need to seek a teacher of the weave to make me more effective. I am also increasingly frustrated at groups who refuse to wait for me to cast my spells that will help them in battle. We all could be a bit more powerful if they would not just run headlong into battle.
On the Stonecutters,
Exodus seems increasingly frustrated with his path. He has been a proud warrior for Vorax for as long as I have know him, and now he wants to join the clergy. A better priest they will never have. Why will they not accept him? Axodeth is as generous as ever. I could not continue my jewelry making without his generosity, giving me gold, *thinks I need more of that*, silver, and platinum, and even gems to work with. Xain is as steady as ever. Always looking to zihazzig thg'nnth (crack skulls). He is a rock.
On the world,
The King has died, the Alliance has withdrawn support for Roldem. Something is wrong. On an adventure last night I overheard pirates talking of taking Hurm and the throne. I must seek out Jennara to see who can be trusted in the government, though I doubt anyone can be.
*sets her quill down and thinks*
There is much right with the world and many things wrong...
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*lights the candle next to the bed and pulls the covers over her*
We have done it *smiles*
I am wed.
*blows the candle out and curles up against him*
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*sits at the table, someone seems to have stolen the plants and the other two chairs...*
*she smiles a bit*
I am worried...
worried about Ash, woried the Stonecutters all three, worried...
*stops*
about Creighton, worried about the blasted chairs thet Creighton scared out of the house with his sword.
*goes and gets under the covers*
Bah. Why am I up, waiting for him?
*then smiles and curles up and thinks about her night*
Azoa *she mutters*
I cant believe that man growled at me... rocks, everyone wants the rocks...
*drifts off holding his pillow*
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*she gently gets up and lights the candle next to the bed*
I had missed him so...
I found him and the Stonecutters, though the sight was not good, ghosts all around. Seems the adventure they went on did not treat them well. My love and Master Axodeth had both met the soul mother... *cringes* Axo is, is, is... *trails off* He cannot meet her again. How can I keep them safe? I cannot be everywhere *stops writing and looks at him sleeping next to her*
*smiles*
I need to talk to Frilly, to arrange our celebration at the Arms. The Stonecutters seem excited at the idea of a big party. Twould make me happy as well to see all of my friends in one place... As long as they can get along and... As long as they are still alive... *puts the quill down and looks at what she just wrote*
I just, just...
*closes the book and wraps her arms around him muttering dwarven in his ear as she falls asleep*
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I awoke several nights ago to voices in the house. Twas Anna, Axo, and Creighton sitting by the fireplace. During our conversation Anna mentioned that Jennara was overwelmed with the collections for Roldem. I volunteered Creighton and myself to assist. I need to move some chests to Hlint to keep them in... I shall do all I can to take the pressure off of Jennara. I spoke with Jennara last night and she said she needed to spend more time scouting the routes to get the supplies there. If I can help collect then she will have more time to accomplish this.
I did not see much of my Love last night. I was so exausted from crafting all day that I was on my way home to bed, when he was just getting up... I hope he wasn't upset that I was too tired to talk for very long. I shall go and find him as soon as I can today. He seems to be getting better at his craft. *smiles* Hopefully the buckets and crafting tables won't suffer his wrath and more. *smiles thinking of him kicking the buckets around* I bet he can make some things for Roldem now, they only need the basics...
I should go find him...
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*sits under a tree far from home and opens her journal*
I hope that my love is not worried. I did not mean to leave as suddenly as I did. This mans offer of diamonds seemed too good to be true. *looks at his headless charred body next to the tree* He said he would provide me with 10 diamonds for helping him to his destination... Seems he just wanted to help himself to me. *looks again at the body* He got a little more of me than he bargained for...
*stands, kicks the head into the creek and starts home*
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*lights the candle as he drifts off to sleep*
Tis good to be home. I can tell he was worried, I shan't do that again.
Creighton and I were in the craft hall. I was watching him work, he has become rather good. *smiles* Anna and Mith came in and Anna spoke of an attack on an orphanage. Seems many of the children were killed but a great healer has raised them. She needs homes for them and Creighton and I have volunteered to take one in. Shall be entertaining seeing him? her? bounce on Creighton and the dwarves laps. I really need to work on getting us our own home now. I am far short of the purchase price.
I am also trying to collect goods for Roldem to help Jennara out. I need to concentrate more on this as well... The chest is rather empty. Tis no wonder he laughs at me when I say I have no cause...
We are to have a party this weekend. A costum party to celebrate our wedding. I hope everyone can attend. It should be interesting to see what everyone will come up with!
My business seems to be going well, to well sometimes. I am having a bit of trouble keeping up with the orders. I must seek out Aralin for more gems.
*thinks about all of the things she needs to do as she blows out the candle and drifts off to sleep*
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*awakes with a start*
I have no god... but I must pray. I pray that everyone will come home safe. *knowing it will not be so* I pray the Bloods army falls before the great warriors called by the dragon.
Tis a day that will live on in the history books for the ages. Heros will be made and heros will fall... *thinks about Ash* I pray she escapes unharmed.
*the quill trails off the page not knowing what to write*
I wish I could be there to protect her... all of them. Please let them come home.
*throws the quill against the wall, throws the journal at the chest in a rage*
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*awaken at the dawn*
Twas a good night...
Ash is safe. I was so worried. Blood is dead but at a great price to the world. A dust has covered the sky, and it has made it hard for the people to raise their crops. *thinks about how to go about feeding everyone* There are many hungry and homeless from the battle, and the children...
*the quill leaves the page then comes back down*
I should write about what I really want to... about the happy parts of my day...
We had our party tonight. Twas a fun time. Treana and Addison were the best, dressed the same, as two who worshiped some strange god, ordering Freldo about, breaking furniture and threatening to sacrafice him. Exo was there, along with Ash, Thorkain, a young man named Demitri and Nepp. Nepp of course got naked and played with the floor. *smiles* Ash kissed him, I think they might have a bit of a spark. Twould be fitting for those two I think. I think Nepp, with his great sense of humor could crack the walnut *smiles*
We had a bit of a picnic on the way home, drinking wine and eating pie. Twas nice just to enjoy him. Sitting without a care in the world. The rain even stopped again. It must be a sign...
I must finish his sword tomorow... He has been practicing with it and I think he may be able to use it in battle soon. I can't wait to see it, I've worked long hours on that blade, poured my heart into it. I hope it will serve him well.
*hears him roll over and looks at him*
I should get back to bed.
*shaking off the morning chill, she climbs back under the covers and wraps her arms around him drifting back off to sleep*
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*awakens at the dawn*
I am so glad he is back. He went scouting all over Mistone to check that Bloods former troops were not infiltrating the land. *looks at Him* He seems no worse for wear.
Love seems to be in the air, along with the dust of these dart times. Perhaps the power of love could overcome the desolation that is laying waste to the land. Ash and Nepp seem to be getting along fantastically. I have never seen Ash so happy with any other as she is with him. He might be the walnut cracker! Addison and Treana are wearing courting clothes as well. I do not know the signifigance of the garmets but they seem very happy together. Tis good to see Addison pushing on with life after Cole's death. Rain came to me recently and purchased a lovely ring to propose to a woman named Sonya. I have not met her though. She has put up a notice that she is in need of a jeweler and I replied, so I may meet her yet.
Love abounds... *leans over and kisses his forhead*
I have still been collecting relief for Roldem, but the supplies have come to a trickle. Seems everyone is hording for the harsh winter ahead. *thinks* It does not matter, Creighton and I will fill the chests ourselves, if we have to for Jennara. I am glad he doesnt mind me volunteering him for all of my silly projects. Lord knows why I do these things... I could be off adventuring, growing more powerful, but instead I toil away for meat and potions for people I will never meet. *sighs and smiles*
I must speak with Anna about the children who needed a home. I wonder if they are feeling better yet? There must be so many in need now...
Well, I should get back to hunting, fishing, collecting components for potions and maybe even cutting a diamond.
*slips out of bed trying not to disturb him*
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*struggles through the front door and passes out*
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This was recently pointed out to us. We are not sure what is going on here, but this is clearly not acceptable behaviour.
We will be contacting all involved.
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*opens the door as quiet as she can, the hinge creeks, I need to oil that, she thinks*
I went to the mines today for fun... but it was not nearly as fun as with him.
*thinking about their trip to Haven together*
We have grown more powerful. We seem to work well together. And it is a beautiful thing to watch him strike foes down with the blade I gave him.
*gives him a peck on the forehead as he sleeps*
Seems as if we know each other as we know ourselves, I know what he is going to do and he seems to be learning my ways as well.
I spoke with Anna today. Creighton and I need to take a trip to see the children. I am looking forward to taking one in, as he is I think. I think he shall make a fine father. I think he will give of himself in an incredible way. I don't know if he has ever gotten over what happened to his parents... Perhaps helping a child that is, was, is in the same situation will empower them both and let them see the light that the world has to offer.
*looks out at the darkened sky*
or maybe not...
*smiles*
But there shall be light in our household.
*kisses his cheek as she slips out of her blood stained robes, pulls back the bear skin that she threw on the bed for warmth, and snuggles next to him and drifts off to sleep*
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*tears dot the page before the quill touches it*
I have to find Ash. I searched and searched today but could not find her, bah, how am I going to find a ranger that might not want to be found. I wonder if she knows.
I had heard a rumor, a rumor that Glenn was dead.
*stops writing and stares out the window*
Addison confirmed it. She was there, twas Addison who carried his body to the grove, may Folian keep him. She said he died with both fire swords blazing, to protect his friends...
*pen trails off the page leaving blots*
Nepp found me though. He was so concerned that either he or I find her first, to, to break the news. I must find her, when I wake on the morn I shall search again, and again, and again.
*looks at the bow he made her as it leans against the wall near the bed*
He laughed when I asked him to make it.
"Never made one of those before", he said. He came back with Starfire.
*looks again at the bow then looks at the empty bed beside her*
Perhaps he is out searching for her as well... I wish he were here, I, I, need to light things on fire...
*pickes up the bow and opens the door, and walks out into the night, seeking vengance... and Ash*
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*opens the door of the bedroom, strips off her bloody robes*
I cannot find her... I have traveled as far as I could. She must be at the temple, I shall try to go there on the morn.
*smiles thinking of the Walnut*
How in the world do I find a ranger that doesn't want to be found.
*quill blots the page a bit as she looks at the empty bed*
I wonder if he is safe. He could have at least left a note. I shall travel Dregar tomorow and Rilara the next, death be ...ed. I shall find them, my two favorite people.
*a grin crosses her face for a second*
I think I saved the Neppite... I found him in the bottom of Haven distraught and ready to heave himself at the ogres alone, doing a trick that he said Glenn taught him. I couln't let anything happen to him, he is a light in Ashes' life, and she will need him. He has his own sorrows over Glenn's passing, Glenn was becoming a mentor to him as well. Bah Glenn........
*what in the gods name was I doing down there alone she thinks, was I down there for the same reasons?*
We defeated the king of the ogres, the two of us, we had such rage. All we wanted was blood. I think I have vengance on my mind... but for who? I should go see the giants about this...
*the quill trails off as she sinks into bed the quill and journal dropping on the bed where he would sleep with the book opening*
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*pulls out the journal and looks at his things left untouched for weeks* I am beginning to worry. No one seems to have seen him. I traveled the world searching for Ash at first and it became a search for them both. Ash found me... Kind of scared me, she was transformed into an umber hulk, but I have learned the trick as well. She seems ok, but keeps muttering about seeing Glenn soon... I hope she means in a dream. My husband I have not found. Maybe we just keep missing each other as I have been away alot as well. *thinks how silly of her it was not to leave a note for him* The Roldem relief seems to be going well. I have two more chests for Jennara full. They seem to still need boots. When, if... I see him again I shall ask him to make some. He has alot of hides in the chests. Nepp brought a mess of jaguar and a few lions for him the other day. I should get to making his oils for when *sighs* he returns. *leaves her journal open on the bed with a huge note written on the opposite page* Zihaak'kuur, If you see this leave a note that you are ok, in case I miss you in passing, I am going to search for you somemore. Nurga, Kahaarz
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*awakens on the bear skin rug and looks about at the almost empty room in Pranzis*
I shall have to gather all my things, we have a proper home now. *smiles* Xain has gone away on a long journey and has offered us his half of Exodus's house while he is away. I visited the Krandor house with Creighton to rest the last night and I looks as if Ash has taken her things, the rugs and bunk bed were gone. I wonder where she moved to, maybe in with Nepp, though I do not know if he has a house. *smiles again* So I guess she won't mind if I take my few plants and things from the Krandor house.
*stops and thinks of how far she has come since being Dragon Called*
Rain had asked if him and his bride could move into the Krandor house, as evidently Ash had provided him a key. So long as I can rest there if needed and use the portal if needed I certainly don't mind, tis not even my house. Ash and I were in need when we moved in, and how better to pass on the favor the Paladin gave us then by passing it on. I need to speak to Ash about this and be sure she is OK with it. Perhaps she could even move into Axo's now that Creighton and I are moving, as he did promise her the small room that Creighton and I lived in, if she...
*starts to wonder where in the world the rugs and bed went*
Creighton and I shall go soon and visit the children from Roldem and bring one to our new home to raise as our own. *smiles* We shall pick the neediest child, though they are all in need. I do hope it is a boy for his sake... Perhaps it will ease some of the pain from his childhood. I think he will make a great father, he is such a kind man. The gods have blessed me and this child that will enter our lives.
*a sad look crosses her face*
I should seek out my home. I should love my mother and father to meet him...
*then a smile crosses her face*
I shall get to shop for furniture... maybe someday mother and father can come visit...
*thinks of Roldem, and all the things she needs to do*
I should get to work...
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*sighs as she sits in the mess and rumages through drawers til she finds her journal*
I hate moving.
*looks about the wreck of a house*
I hope he doesn't wake soon. I am trying so hard to make this perfect for him, and us...
*kisses his forhead and climbs into thier new bed*
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*shudders as she walks in the door, eyes glazed over from the mothers touch, stumbles around and finds her journal*
Again...
*ink blots the pages as her hand trembles*
I, I...
*ink blots the page again before she throws the quill against the wall*
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*sighs as she picked up her quill off of the small table by the bed and looks around their new home*
I think it looks alright. I really hope he does as well and isn't just being kind... We have moved to Pranzis and have a new home thanks to brother Exodus. Ash has moved into our old room in Axo's. More generous men I have yet to meet. I must collect more coins and buy more crates so I can get our stuff out of there. I have it about half done now... Seems Rain and his new bride are moving into our old house in Krandor. The house should suit them well as it holds many fine memories for me.
I have been offered a job... Kiva and Jareg are finally getting their guild going. Kiva came to ask "his favorite jeweler" if I would join and help teach the less experienced that want to work gems. I do need a place to sell my wares, but for some reason I am troubled. I need to talk to my love about this.
I wonder what quest he is off on now. I have not seen him in days, though I was roaming the land as well. I hope to see him soon as we need to meet with the children... I have the room mostly done, a bed, books and a chair to read them to him in, some plants, and a view of our room so he will feel safe.
*sets the quill down realizing she needs a dresser for the childs room, picks up her rapier and bow, and exits the house*
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*comes in the door looking tired and haggard and sighs*
*looks at the new dresser next to the bed*
*finds her journal in the table by the bed and opens it*
*quill touches the page but no words come out*
*it leaves a blot*
*sighs*
*dabs it up and closes the book*
*walks over to the cushions by the fire and curls up asleep waiting...*
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*sits up and looks around*
I wonder where I am...
*smiles*
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*opens her journal*
I have good news and bad news to write...
Ash is going to be a mother! Nepp spent most of the day face down when he heard the news... Drogo and I convinced him that she was having triplettes. Drogo said that would be a good size for a pack... Hee!
and...
Ash is not long for this world... The soul mother has touched her too much and the next time is it. I am thinking of chaining her in a kitchen or crafthall or something until the child is born. I can resupply her as needed, just open the door throw in supplies and run...
I need to talk to Creighton about our planned adoption of a child from Roldem. I think I may be asked to care for Ash's child if something happens to her and Nepp, as Nepp is not long for this world as well. I shan't ask Ash, shall have to be her who brings it up, but I will do it if asked. Perhaps they have other plans, but I hope they are preparing in case the worst happens.
Creighton... there must be a good reason why you are gone. Exodus said you were out on a quest. *sighs* You could take me with once in a while...
*closes the journal and grabs her bow and rapier and opens the front door*
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*opens the journal as she soaks in the tub*
Well great... seems I upset a demon. I was talking to Pyyran and an friend of his, I think his name was Jaleel, and a man can up and put a blade to Pyyrans throat. Then a woman named Bribane appeared and turned into a dragon! She pulled Pyyran away and flew away with him. The man started walking away, and being a bit...
*the quill trails off the page*
Stubborn, I followed him and hollered. He gave a count to three... and slew Jaleel then me.
*gets out of the tub rubbing her wounds and locks the windows and doors*
*sits back down by the fire and continues to write*
Twas then I found out from Jaleel that the man, the demon, was a friend of Bloods...
And I have heard that Addison is dead...
*sighs and closes the book looking at the pillow next to hers*
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*takes her journal off of the table next to the bed and smiles a bit, a slightly insane smile*
He has returned. He looks horrible. Seems he was imprisoned... I shall seek them out. *written firmly* I tended his wounds, they were ghastly, whip lashes, cuts from the chains, bruises from beatings, I shall return them ten times over. I need to get more information about them but I must be gentle about it with him, the experience seems to have affected him greatly. The fire shall rain down... I shall burn the prison down and anything else they own. Towns, farms, anything. I shall create death, death upon them, fire from my hand. I shall burn them all and laugh. No one, no one hurts people I love, especially him. They shall get theirs...
//possible CDQ//
*her hand shakes as the rage builds*
I shall do this. I need to find out where they are. I must... I shall...
*closes the book, picks up her bow and rapier, and slams the door shut behind her*
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*opens the door and enters the house*
*closes the door softly so as not to wake him*
*pulls the covers off of him slowly the check his wounds as he sleeps, rubbing some aloe on the worst of them*
*he stirs at bit*
*slips off her battle robes and tossed them in the bath tub to soak the blood out*
*lights the candle on the table next to the bed and begins to write*
I have traveled all of Dregar looking for them. I have found no information.
*looks at him sleeping*
At least he is back and becoming whole again.
*cooks some fish and gets some juice and sets it on his side of the bed in case he wakes hungry*
*picks up the journal again*
*sets it down and blows out the candle to exausted to write anymore*
*curls up beside him with her arms wrapped around him and drifts off into an uneasy sleep*
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*comes back in a little over a hour from when she left for the night*
*picks up her quill and opens the book*
I shan't leave him tonight. I went to Hlint and turned around at the gates, I could care less about the sale, at least for the night. He looks much better though, all the aloe seems to work. Now he wants to take on all of my burdens... I think maybe he doesn't quite understand me. I take my burdens and, well there not really burdens, and do little bits at a time.
*smiles*
If he only knew how many there were. I gave him a list of about ten... Tis not even a quarter of the list. And really they are not burdens, they are just, well...
*quill trails off*
help for friends.
I have learned a bit more about his ordeal. He seemed uneasy about how he escaped, about how he planned it and the deception and brutality he had to summon. I tried to tell him I learned many of the same things in the alleys after I left home. I don't know if he quite understood. He also seems to think none are left there. I think I will judge that when I stand in his cell unbothered, and as I burn the place down. I might need him to lead me there. How can I ask him to go back?
I hope...
*kisses his forhead*
I hope I did not offend you or hurt you... Goodnight my Love.
*closes the journal, blows the candle out and slides under the covers next to him feeling his bodies warmth in the cold, wishing she had put another log on the fire*
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*gets up gently to add a log to the fire*
*grabs her journal and begins to write*
I am overjoyed just to have him back. He looks so much better and...
*the quill scratches the page*
He asked me if I would like to take a sea journey. A journey to see my parents but, but, I know not where they are. How does he know? Have I been muttering in my sleep? What?
*looks disturbed*
*pages back through her journal to see if she can find anything*
I have never known... Have I forgotten? I must concentrate on this. Bloody heck, I can... I...
*the quill drops from her hand and she pickes it up*
Dear mother and Father,
Though this shall never reach you I want you to know... I love you very much. My husband is trying to bring me home. I hope he can succeeed, for I, I am lost. Lost but found by him. Father I think you shall like him, and mother I know you will...
*hand trembling*
*thinks*
*the quill touches the page again*
Why do I write this?
*sets the book next to his in the bookshelf and goes back to the fire, setting fish, wine, and water on the hearth for him, and curls up next to him and drifts off to sleep*
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*grabs her journal after checking on his wounds*
*sits in the tub tending to her bruises from the giant bashing and writes*
Well, Exodus seems to harbor no ill will, for that I am happy... called me sister again. I would not know what to do without his kindness, he even gave me roses. And he was with a lady friend... He has a bear...
Saw an old friend in Amber, she seemed a good lass like always, took her on a bit of an adventure. Maybe a bit farther than I should have.
Had my brains pounded in by a giant... Thank the gods for Cym.
*some water splashes on the page as she rubs her bruises*
I have been thinking of home... Why do I have such a hard time thinking of it? Did all the ale in the inns dull my mind that much? Or have I just forgotten? Or did I want to forget?
*sets the journal down and climbs out of the tub toweling off*
*blows out the candle by the bathtub, puts her journal back next to his in the bookcase, and crawles under the covers*
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*waits for him to fall asleep and lights the candle*
Seems Drogo and I had a premonition... When we teased Nepp about having triplettes, a good sized pack Drogo said. Ash seems to think she is carrying three children. She says I cursed her.
*smiles*
I offered to help, tis the least I can do I guess, though I don't really think I'm responsible. I think whatever her and Nepp did is the cause of the tripplettes...
*leans over and kisses her touched husband*
He saw the mother tonight *shudders* Sometimes he just doesn't know when to run, but can I blame him? No. Twas how he was taught to fight. How he was taught to live, and die. Tis one of the reasons I love him.
Torans temple seems to have been closed in Pranzis. There are two huge stones in front of the doors. I wonder why. We shall have to investigate this. I see no reason why the new ruler should close the temples. For my Love I shall find out.
*sets another log on the fire, blows out the candle and snuggles up next to him*
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*opens the door and walks into the house and pulls her journal from the bookshelf, lights the fire and all the candles*
Ash has had her children! Three of them, a good pack as Drogo would say. I really didn't curse her... I swear. I was happy to be one of the first to hold them. I got to watch them all, Destiny, Peace and Tear, while she went to buy them beds. Exodus got to hold Destiny as well, he looked a bit nervous, he'll get over it, he's uncle Exo now. Can't wait til Creighton sees them.
*pen leaves a scratch across the page*
I must seek out Nepp... I don't know if he even knows his children are here... I hope I don't have to ring his neck or light him on fire. There must be a good reason for him being away for the birth. I hope. And I hope nothing bad has befallen him. Ash said a woman names Jil helped her with the birth. I owe her, whoever she is, a debt of gratitude.
*looks at the bed, the covers still made from the last night*
And my paladin *smiles* always wandering off.
*curls up by the fire with a wine bottle and a new book of spells*
*reads for a while and drifts off to sleep, the wine spilling and staining a cushion*
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*opens the door, comes around the corner hoping to see him curled up by the fire*
*sits by the fire noticing the stain from the wine on the pillow and tosses it in the fire watching it burn*
*takes her journal off of the shelf and opens it*
The three little ones are well. Kara seems to take good care of them, but I still checked on them three times today. Brought them some cows milk, they seemed to enjoy it. I found out that Nepp is out on a mission for a friend. At least I know not to scream at him when I see him again.
*stands and looks at the bed to see if it has been slept in*
*sits back down and picks up the quill*
I, I have not told anyone. I think that he is missing. Why else would he be gone so long. Did they capture him again? Did he... perish? Gods no... Tomorow is the day... The day I start asking everyone if they have seen him, and travel non stop looking for a trace or a rumor, or a...
*doubt creeps into her head*
Did I upset him? Did I drive him away? Did he fall in love with som...
*the pen trails off*
No it cannot be. He loves me. I need to get those thoughts out of my head. He has not left me. He must be on some noble mission. He must be doing
*she sets the quill down and gets a bottle of wine, opening it and drinks from the bottle in front of the fire, the journal and quill lie forgotten on the ground*
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*awakens in the night*
*gets up and lights a candle next to the bed and starts to write*
He has returned! Twas so nice to see him, and I had great news for him. While he was gone I missed my moon blood. Seems that we are ment to be parents. Shall be such a beautiful thing...
*quill trail off as she looks at him sleeping and thinks of him...*
*puts the quill back to the page*
He looked so at peace holding Tear, he shall make a great father. I hope I can be as good of a mother.
*blows out the candle and snuggles back up next to him by the fire, Good night my love she whispers as she drifts off to sleep*
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*enters the house seeing blood everywhere draws her rapier and casts invisibility and searches the house*
*slowly enters the room seeing bloody armor lieing beside the bed and the blood soaked sheets covering Creighton*
*pulls the covers back and tends to his wounds, bandaging and rubbing aloe over them*
*picks up her journal after placing clean blankets over him*
I might kill him myself...
Has he no common sense? Does he wish our child to grow up as he did missing a parent? He is lucky he is so comatose or I would lay into him right now. Lord, whoever you might be, please don't let him have seen the Mother. He will not be pleased when he sees me when he wakes.
*looks at the blood stains throughout the house and shakes her head*
I saw his grave in the swamps outside the lizards lair. If he came to rush to my aid I, I will...
*quill trails off*
Does he not understand that I can take care of myself? He hurls himself at danger trying to get to me and look what it gets him, us. I shall not be forgiving with him about this mess...
*sets the quill down and starts cleaning up the blood splattered house, rolling up the carpet and heaving it into the road and sets off to the merchants to buy more linens and a new rug*
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*finishes cleaning his deep deadly wounds for the second night and looks up, he is asleep*
*she pickes up her journal and opens it*
Am I cursed?
Did I curse him?
What is it?
*gently sets the quill down and thinks of him*
Tis not right....
*quill falls out of her hand as she drifts off to sleep in front of the fire*
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*opens the front door afraid of what she might see*
*sees him asleep and looking a little more full of color and breaths a sigh of relief, lights the candle, stokes the fire and begins to write*
What shall I do with him? I shall turn into him, trying to protect him. There is no way for me to change him, and if I did he wouldn't be the man I love... I can't tell him to open a tailors shop and retire from adventuring. I, I...
*the quill trails off*
I cannot loose him.
*looks at his armor, dented and scared, and an idea strikes her*
Thats it! I shall equip him in the finest... I have the coins for better armor, maybe I can get him a better cloak, gloves, and jewelry to protect him. If I could only teach him my protection spells...
*sets the quill and book on the table next to the bed and sets out to earn coins*
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*awakens to find him next to her*
*stokes the fire and pulls out her journal and smiles*
I had no idea... I should have noticed long before... He has equipment a novice would wear, tis a wonder he did not die long ago.
*smiles and shakes her head*
I have the full plate, I hope he can wear it, it is so bloody heavy. Rain had to drag it to me and I had to drag it to my chest in the bank. I can't wait for him to see it. And, I can finally throw those god awful smelly boots in the first trash can we find. He knows not of those, should be a nice evening. He better at least take me to dinner!
The child seems to grow, I felt a gentle kick yesterday. I have been speaking elven all the time to him? her? As my Mother and Father did to me. Our little quarter elf is growing fast. He shall be a great father as long as he is alive...
We must speak of battle tacitics or signals. We both fell yesterday... and it should not have been. If I had time to cast the last spell he could have chopped their smoldering bodies apart. Tis something we need to work on. Perhaps on some lesser foes that we know we can take anyway just to get our timing down. I must stop the drunken dwarven charge. I guess if we have to consult before every battle we shall for a while. I do not like us being struck down by beasts that I later incinerated on my own. They paid dearly for our deaths. How to change an ex-paladins tactics when he thinks he's a drunken dwarf? Hells he doesnt even drink...
*laughs quietly*
*closes the journal and stretches her back*
*quietly opens the door and leaves to seek out more coins for his equipment*
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*opens her journal and begins to write, with the journal resting a bit on her growing belly*
If he keeps this up his child shall grow up fatherless as he did...
*looks at him sleeping and smiles a bit*
Two more visits by the bloody mother and I shall be a widow. I am so confused as to what to do, I can't take him with me on adventures anymore but I can't really tell him not to come. And I do not know if I can be effective in battle with my eyes constantly watching him, putting us both in more danger. But if he does not seek adventure I feel that his soul will be even more crushed than it seems to be now. Who has the answers?
*stops writing and grins as she feels a kick, "Hello little quarter elf", she whispers*
I, I am so confused. Does anyone have the answers?
He is worried that he has angered a god. Is it Toran? And if it was Toran should he not take his wrath out on me, he left the his paladinship for me. Or is Toran taking his wrath out on both of us? Should he retire and become a tailor sewing away his days, or should I force him back to the church to die like a true paladin of Toran should? If, if I left him he would go back and maybe placate his god, and keep the mother at bay? Do I dare do this out of love? Force him to return to the faith?
I, I am so confused.
*Tears dot the journal, she closes the journal, puts it back and curls up by the fire*
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*comes into the house careful not to make noise and wake him*
I spoke with Ifion...
I think I may have a way now.
*smiles*
If I can pull this off...
*feels a little kick "quiet quater elf" she mumbles as she drifts off, dreaming of collecting mushrooms for taning acids*
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*sits slowly on the couch by the fire*
It is almost time. The quarter elf kicks and kicks, I think he? she? wants out.
I must find Ash. After her three maybe she can help me deliver this one. I will probably need a healer as well, I shall think on that.
*Instantly thinks of one*
No it should not be him. A woman, perhaps Mylindra would agree.
*sighs and sets the quill down momentarily, before picking it back up*
I think he shall be gone for the birth, he left a note. Toran has called. I wished it in a way, I should be happy that his god needs him. But he left his god for me, for a family. I am so confused again. I just hope is is alright.
*"Ouch! That was a hard kick," she cries,"I'm gonna get even when you come to see me"*
A name, a name. I need Creightons help with that...
*she smiles a bit and puts the journal down*
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*crawls and grabs her journal off the table in pain*
I have had him... The quarter elf is loose on the world.
*beams a huge smile as she snuggles with him by he fire*
*falls asleep spilling the ink on the rug*
-
*sits by the fire after getting the babe to sleep*
I have named him, I hope Creighton won't be upset. I couldn't just keep calling him baby gibberish names... I named him after Creightons father, Chaynce. Chaynce Dallorious the Second... sounds nice. I hope he agrees.
*pours herself a huge glass of wine and takes a large sip*
Tis nice to have some wine again.
I wonder where he is. He has been gone six months now, and no one knows where he is. I have asked about, even tried all the Toranites I know, but knowone has a clue. All I can do is wait.
I have been collecting silk for him. He will have to do some penance for me when he returns and it involves getting all these bloody furs out of our chests. Lord I can't even store my own things... there must be hundreds of them and theres still more in Axo's house. Maybe it will keep him from the mother as well.
*takes another sip of wine*
I saw the leader of Pranzis a couple of evenings ago at a trial. Bloody ogre. He freed the dragon called but his headsmans axe "slipped" and beheaded another and then he put the princess to death after she spit on him. He is a brute. The trial was a farce, simply to make him look as if he had mercy by pardoning a few and then achieving his goal of killing the princess.
I may have to move. I don't know if I can live in a town ruled by that bloody dwarf.
*puts the quill down, checks on Chaynce, and climbs into the bed*
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*settles by the fire after getting Chaynce to sleep and pulls out her quill. Pours a glass of wine*
I saw the nameless dungeon today... twas a good and bad trip. I managed to stay alive as others were slaughtered around me. Bloody Vampires. I have been traveling with Mylindra and her friends, a man named Mandalorian, I think thats how you spell his name, and Balazar. Sakura came with as well, I am begining to enjoy her company more and more. Balazar reminds me alot of my love... I think him and Mylindra might, well, be attached. He was wearing a amulet of strength that Mylindra bought from me...
*puts the quill down and take a drink of wine*
Chaynce is nearing 2 months old. He looks alot like his father, his dark hair growing wild on his head. He seems to have a bit of his fathers half grin when he smiles... I miss his smile.
*puts down the quill and starts the fire with a burst of magic*
I, I, may be a widow. Praylor has been looking for him. I shall ask Maev, she was just inducted into the clergy. None of the Toranites know where he is. Guess I need to start looking, harder than I have been.
*takes another long sip of wine*
I need to find Ash. If anyone can track someone down it would be her. Perhaps I shall go to the temple and... and what? They shan't listen to a godless woman like me.
*sighs and closes the journal really wanting to throw it against the wall but doesnt... knowing it will wake her son*
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*comes in the front door with Chaynce in her arms, lies him in bed and kisses his forehead*
*pulls out her journal, pours a glass of wine, and begins to write*
I, I am having a hard time hiding my pain. I have asked all of the Toranites I know. No one knows where he is. I try to keep a, an, a... I hide my feelings of sorrow.
I need to talk to someone. I need to find Ifion. He might have some idea what I should do. Can I trouble him like that? Would it be fair?
*puts the quill down, stokes the fire to a huge blaze, and takes a long sip of wine*
Our boy grows by the day. He looks more and more like Creighton everyday.
I, I am selling some of his skins. I need the coins for food, milk, and equipment to keep me alive.
I am alone. I find my anger rising. The anger that I have always kept in check. It seems to come out now in battle.
*sighs and puts the quill down, drains her wine glass and curls up next to Chaynce*
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*sits by the fire with Chaynce in her lap, picks up the quill and begins to write*
I, I am growing more and more confused. I hurled myself a death time and time again yesterday until I found it... three times. I cursed and spit at the name Toran. I, I can't die.
*looks at Chaynce*
But I am alone. I have only seen Ash in passing and my other friends besides Mylindra and Exodus seem to have abandoned me... or maybe it is my perceptions. Daniel hurled his shield and sword at my feet after my deaths in the desert, I threw them back at him and cursed Toran.
I, I have an offer that might bring me power. Though I do not know if I trust the man who made the offer, and I know Creighton would not trust him. I must decide soon. Do I persue power and preserve my life? Or hold on to hope that Creighton will return and make me whole again?
*takes a large sip of wine*
I should get back to my crafting. Lillian has silver for me. Perhaps it will keep me out of trouble. I have sold his lion pelts. I needed the coins to pay the nanny, Sarah, for when I am away. He will understand I hope. If not, do I care?
*the pen leaves a mark across the page*
Do I care? How could I have written that? How could I not care?
*there is a knock at the door, it is Sarah, Tyrian puts Chaynce in bed and picks up her swords, pulls on her armor and enters the portal for Mistone*
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*comes into the house invisible and silent*
*sees Exodus and Chaynce snuggled together by the fire and picks up her journal and writes a line*
Uncle Exo... I knew he could do it!
*Quill leaves the page and comes back down*
I spoke with him as well, such a kind man. He thinks not of himself but everyone else. The way he talks with me, how can he do it?
*finally tries to write the words*
I...
*the quill trails off*
*closes the journal and sets it down so not to wake the boys by the fire, pours a glass of wine and gets in the tub scrubbing off ogre blood*
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*opens the front door, hands an exausted Sarah a pouch of coins and sends her on her way*
*looks at the destruction in the house and laughs as she sees all four children sleeping in a pile by the fire*
*picks the lone unbroken quill up and pours a glass of wine*
Nepp may be dead. Praylor said he spoke with his ghost, by his tree in Hlint. Wren said that it might be possible... that one could speak just before the soul mother took you forever. I should write to Ash... let her know my fears.
And I have fears of my own. I don't think Ash's children are the only ones without a father. I fear he is gone too. Four children and no fathers... I, I shall begin to hunt his sword. If he fell, the sword remains. I will know it when I see it, for I made it.
What shall we do?
*tears dot the page*
Am I blessed or cursed?
*looks at the children by the fire, puts the quill down, sets a few more logs on the fire, and snuggles up next to them, adding herself to the pile and drifts off to sleep*
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*enters the house quietly, wakes Sarah and sends her on her way*
*pours a glass of wine and sits down by the fire, watching the children sleep*
Well, the destruction is not nearly as bad today, seems the children are settling in a bit. Seems Nepp is not dead, thank the gods. Twas some sort of misunderstanding. Those things happen I guess. Praylor feels horrible, I told him not to worry about it, but that paladin in him, he seems unable to forgive himself.
*takes a long drink of wine*
Skeletons attacked Hlint today. Started in the graveyard, warriors everywhere. We beat them back only to find a black rune stone in the open grave. The bloody princess Mila took it and ran from town. We all chased her down and her, Rhynn, and Malor started fighting over it. Thank the gods again that the skeletons came back... and distracted the fools, sheesh I'm thankful for skeletons.
*shakes her head and takes another drink*
We defeated the skeletons and the rune stone sank into the ground. It was dug up by Miriel but disintegrated... For the best I think. I would like to know who was burried in the grave it started at though. I think Jennara is looking into it.
*looks into the fire as she sips some wine*
I think I may take the widows black. I, I don't know if I can keep hoping he comes home. Tis been over a year. He was so excited to have a child and now? Where is he? He must be lost... I, I must move on. I can't stay like this, hiding my feelings, telling everyone I am fine.
*a tear dots the page as the pen trails off*
*she gets up to see if she has any black dye in the house*
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*enters the house dressed in black and picks up a quill as the children sleep*
I colored my robes, my armor, everything black. Little did I know that it was a good day for black.
Mercas is gone. The man had a little piece of my heart, though I don't know if he ever knew it. I knew it. Tis sad, the soul mother has a piece of me now in him.
*gets up an pours a glass of wine and tries to wright about normal life*
Laet is moving into the house. She seems a well enough woman. She got along great with the children, even offered to watch them a bit when I was out. It will give Sarah a break.
*the quill trails off the page*
*she puts a log on the fire hoping for peace from her anger and curls up next to the pile of sleeping children*
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*comes in the front door aching from the beating received at the hands of a skeleton knight, and pulls out her journal*
I have sold his pelts, it pained my heart. Then I got drunk and ran headlong into Storans... I almost slew them all, *sighs*, but not that brute. On my way back to my grave Praylor and Ifion were comming out... seems they went to fetch me. Noble gentlemen they are. I sat and talked with Ifion, he seems to always, always ease my mind. It must be hard for him...
I have decided that I need to throw myself into my crafting. Mylindra has become and excellent enchantress, and with my rings I think we can do wonders. Plus it will keep my mind occupied, too many things running through it, like bloody wild horses.
*puts the journal down and snuggles up beside the children*
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*comes in covered in soot from the tinkerers furnace and picks up her quill*
Good news! Ash is back, she came by to see the children, they were so excited to see her. She looked well, same old Ash, sarcastic as ever. It was nice to see her though. I hope she sticks around for a while.
I have been making rods for Mylindra to enchant. She has been enchanting rings for me as well. Hopefully with our skills together we can start to make some coins. Maybe someday we can make enough to open a small store. We need a miner though. Perhaps I will look for a young promising smith and give him the opportunity.
It has been good to keep my mind off of Creighton with my crafting. Perhaps soon I will even add some color back to my clothes. I have accepted that he is gone. Gone where? I still don't know but gone all the same.
*closes the book, checks on the children and gets in the bathtub, soaking off the grim*
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*comes in with a smile on her face*
I helped to deliver a baby today. Sakura went into labor laughing at Ozy making fun of "the princess". I was in the crypts helping Omer get knuckles when Hawklen ran in and said Sakura needed me. I ran out into chaos, people milling around her everywhere. Thankfully a halfling named Maple was there. She is a midwife and knew just what to do. Malor, Maple and I led her to her home in Haven.
Oh... "the princess" trailed along after us and began to bother Sakura with stupid comments. I stopped her and told her to leave. She wouldn't, so I did something I had promised myself I would not do again... I threatened to kill her. Oh well, probably something she's heard before. I have yet to find a redeeming quality in that one. She has no proof of her "royalty" and seems to value coins above all else. She may be, nay, is false.
Anyway... Sakura gave birth to a beautiful baby girl. Her hair even matched Sakuras. Amazing! I should go find Barion. Sakura said he was off mining, but which mine? I'll go by Sakuras and see if she's up and ask.
*pulls on her armor and starts out the door after fixing Chaynce breakfast and kissing him on the forhead*
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*enters the house and warms herself by the fire*
I had a memorable trip today. Mylindra and I went to the Black Ice Isles for saphires. Never been so cold in my life. Dora found us just before we attacked the drake, probably was a good thing she appeared... we might not have survived the drake and the sapphire mine without her. Alexandrites shall be a problem no more, I saw ten or twenty veins there.
Mylindra is becoming quite the enchantress. I hope it shall be profitable for both of us. The guilds seem to rule when it comes to trade. Perhaps some will decide to support us independent crafters... Though I think I may have an offer to join a guild soon. I am torn on whether to accept it should it be offered. I shan't leave Mylindra to struggle as I have, alone.
Perhaps I start my own guild? Who am I kidding, I don't have much respect for authority... and I am to be in charge?
*laughs*
I am still looking though, for a young smith. Someone to provide bronze, silver, and gold. And Omer, he has proven quite capable, bringing fifty enchanting oils for Mylindra in only a week or so. Perhaps I have a base to work with. I don't know...
*the quill trails off as she looks at Chaynce in his bed*
He grows so big. He looks more and more like Creighton all the time. I wonder where he is... and where he is...
*wipes away a tear and gets up to fix herself some dinner*
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*comes in the door stamping water out of her boots and picks up her quill after kissing Chaynce*
Where to start? *the quill trails off the page*
I received a bird he is alive! My emotions run the gamut from overwhelming joy to dispair. I have to explain to Chaynce what a father is. A wise man said that maybe it was Creightons job, perhaps he is right.
My heart is overjoyed and broken at the same time, how can that be? I had moved on with my life, became the independent woman that I once was to have all of the pain of loosing him come back again. And, and I have hurt another in the process.
It shall be a glorious day when he comes in the door, but I will have to tell him. Tell him that I sought comfort in anothers arms. I did nothing to shame my marriage, but a piece of my heart belongs to another now, and I cannot undo that.
*looks at the pile of sapphires on the table*
Perhaps I should just get back to work.
*closes the journal and begins to cry*
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*comes in after a long night of sweeping out the new house and kisses Chaynce for them both*
It has happened. I own a home, or rather a dream. Thanks to the generosity of Maylor and Honora, who lent me some of the coins, my name is on the brass name plate on the door of 137 Leilon. Mylindra seemed so happy to have a room and piled her stuff in the lone chest in her room, looking much less burdened. *smiles* A young Toranite (do they follow me around?) named Dalen has a room as well.
We have ideas... I have tired of bowing to the guilds as they snatch up property across the lands and monopolizing trade. I do not mislike them individually. I have many, many dear friends that are in guilds, but it is not for me. The house we purchased is set up beautifully for what I want to do and that is give the base born man a chance at a room, and the ability to mingle with other crafters and learn and teach.
The rooms shall be spartan, as I need to be able to keep the costs low and the rent low. But... there are so many that spend their nights under trees, their packs ladden with their trade goods that I think they will welcome a simple room with a couple of chests to hold their goods.
I, I must be careful not to let this corrupt me. I, we, shall not become like a guild. Though I do have a room with a pool again. *smiles*
I need to hire a couple or five dwarves to help move my bed and chests to the new house. I hope Exodus will not be too disappointed that I am moving but *smiles* I think he might have a lady friend anyhow... He might need the room. I shall keep a few things there, a simpler bed, a few chests. Perhaps Xain will even come home soon.
Creighton has still not come back. I must leave a note as to where I went... If he comes home.
*looks about the house and thinks about where in the world to start*
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//this is her thoughts as she is far from home and sick with the plague//
*she rolls over on the little isle, feverish and sick, she crawls to the bank and drinks some water from the lake*
I,I was married here, and I shall die here. No, no, I must get up...
Chaynce. But I cannot go to him.
*looks at the short swim she has done so many times before and colapses*
They won't find me...
*passes out again*
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*enters quietly late in the eve, Exo is asleep cuddling Chaynce*
*she smiles and doesnt wake them and pulls out her journal*
He saved me. I was near death, I don't remember much, just him carrying me across the lake. I remember a brightly colored bird that talked and a pidgeon that clucked alot. Perhaps I was having hallucinations. I awoke outside Blackford Castle with a healer near me. She had to heal us both... he contracted the plague by touching me. A kind and gentle man. I owe him my life.
*she closes her book exausted and falls into a deep sleep*
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*slumps down in the chair after a hard nights work*
Tis time to move Chaynce I think. Exo will be so disappointed, Chaynce was just getting good at dwarvish, but I cant keep traveling continent to continent to get home every night. Or should I keep him here with Exo, away from my new inn and the noise and hustle and bustle. It may be better for him here. I shall have to think on that.
I wish my husband would come home. Has he any idea? I, I wanted one thing... a home, twas all I asked for. I did it myself, like everything I have in this world. I earned it through friendships and hard work. And where is he? And if he comes back what do I say to him? He sends letters but never arrives. His son is three and he has never seen him.
*the pen trails off as she thinks about bitterness and how to try and let it go...*
The Independent is open, the first room rented, to a young man named Guddwick. Mylindra and I worked ourselves to the bone today, the bloody furniture is heavy. We have the furnishings paid for now we just need to work off dear Honoras loan. The falcons keep arriving, people inquiring on rooms. Shall be no time at all and it shall be full.
*smiles a bit as she nods off in her chair quill dropping from her hand*
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*takes up a quill late in the evening*
He has returned! Draden found him stumbling to Hlint and took him to the temple in Llast. I met him there... he looks so much worse for wear. He went to find my parents, and the task proved daunting. I dont' know what possesed him...
*smiles*
We spoke alot last night, I think he was as afraid of me as I was of him. I, I told him of the other that holds a piece of my heart, I cannot hide things from him. I, I think he understood.
He was worried that I would cast him out. Far from it I welcome him back into my heart where the black was.
*Heres Chaynce stir and sets the quill down to check on him*
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*opens the book and inserts a letter that Creighton brought her from her parents*
My Beloved Daughter,
I know not how to begin...time has passed so much since you disappeared, and the hearts of your father and I grew heavy.
We blame ourselves, Tyrian. We focused so much on our responsibilites to the Council and the village that we often overlooked our first, most important responsibility...
*a dried teardrop blots the ink a bit here*
How wonderful then, despite all that was happening, it was when this bold young man came to us and told us that not only were you alive and well, but about to make us grandparents! Even your ever-stoic father teared up at this happy news!
You should know, your father and I approve greatly of your husband---I will not use this parchment to tell you of all that transpired in his finding of us---later messages (from the falcons, since we know now where to find you!)---and more importantly, HE will tell you those things---but rest assured, he is a noble soul with a brave heart (even your skeptical father admitted that Creighton was no mere hedge knight---I have to admit, the two of them carried on some conversations!). We could not have wished for better for you.
Know that Creighton suffered much for us, and that we will not forget; know also that his thoughts were always, ALWAYS of you...you and the child you bear. Because of...*the line trails a bit here, as if the writer paused to think of what she would write*...circumstances kept him from you for so long, we feared greatly for him...his heart seemed that it would break....we wondered how long even his courage could hold...
...but hold it did. And for that, among other things, we and the people of our village give him our thanks.
From what he has told us of you; your skills with gems, your magical ability, and your caring, gentle heart, you have grown into a remarkable woman. Creighton promises that if the fates allow, he will do all in his power to reunite us.
Last of all, my child, know this: Your father and I love you with all of our hearts--we so look forward to the day we may see you again...
...to see with our own eyes, our daughter...
...our pride...
...our love.
*another dried tear or two smudges the ink*
May the Gods bring this man and this message back to you safely.
With all my love,
Mother
*closes the book pressing the rose he gave her between the pages*
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*awakes early in the morn and pulls her journal down*
It has been... interesting, having him back. Sometimes I just do not know what to say. We have, had, been apart so long that I got used to being on my own again. I love him with all my heart, but is everything the same? I, I have awkward feeling sometimes, like I just don't know what to say. I hope it shall pass. It is just strange sometimes talking to people, and I realize that they don't even know who he is sometimes.
We had a nice pick nic yesterday. We went to Lake Palden, the scene of my marriage and near death. Twas a nise day, nice as it can be now with all the clouds. We ate by the wagons, and even caught a few fish to fry in the fire. Chaynce loved it. He and Creighton grow closer everyday. I have not told Chaynce that Creighton is his father. A wise man told me that it was Creightons job...
*leaves before sun rises to tend the inn before the guests wake, so she can return to cook the boys breakfast*
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*awakens to this letter on the table*
*the letter is written in bold, sure strokes...the writer was calm and confidant....it is found under a single purple rose on the kitchen table*
My love,
I apologize for not being here...I could not sleep; my heart is...laden.
I know that in my long absence, your independence asserted itself strongly; it would have had to. You were always the wiser one, stronger of resolve...so it only makes sense you would have bolstered your inner strength while I was gone.
Last night, when you seemed angered that I tried to help you there in the Lizard caves, it became apparent that now, you have difficulty with my trying to be a husband to you.
I understand this, and I am not angry for it; indeed, I am still so very proud of the woman you are...yet it causes me to feel a pain...
Neither of us needs the other to SURVIVE, Ty....to find enough food and coin to manage to keep breathing day by day. We have both always been capable of this.
But to LIVE...at least for ME...for their to be fragance to the air that I breathe; warmth from the sun in my sky; a spring in my step and a song in my heart....I NEED you for that, love; only you can provide those things for me.
I wish...I hope that you still feel this for me...that you just need to get used to my being around again...that you will see that I have grown...and in doing so, have grown to love you more and to be that man, husband, and father that I should be.
However, I am mature enough now, and have learned enough to tell you that I want only that you be happy; my own feelings are not important. I don't wish you to try to force yourself to live in a memory of what is no longer there...
...if there are no NEW memories for us, then I do not wish to be a burden to you.
I hope that this is not the case; I truly do...you and Chaynce are the only things that matter...the only things that EVER mattered...but I will not be a trouble to either of you if that is all I can be.
Again, I am not angry...nor am I saying that these feelings are necessarily the truth...I just tell you my heart, and why I am concerned.
I want our future to begin, if there is to be one; to put all doubt and fear to rest, one way or another.
I wish only your happiness, my dearest Tyrian. Think of yourself in this, not of me...you deserve to have what you want from life...no matter what.
I love you more than I can possibly express....enough to love you forever, and devote all my days to you and Chaynce...
...or to leave you be, if that should be your wish.
I will be in the mines and the smelter's today...I work to be able to provide for you and our son.
I love you,
Creighton
*she folds the letter and puts it beside the one he brought from her mother and takes out her journal and begins to cry*
How, how does he expect me to act? He leaves for three years and seems to think by walking back in the door everything is as it was? How could he not have seen that things would change, be different. I still love him, but am I in love with who he was, who he is now? Who is he now? Who am I? Gods I am confused.
I worked and worked to get my inn going and on the eve of it opening he returns, taking my time and efforts from paying off my loan and getting renters in the rooms. I had become independent and strong again, just to have everything change in an instant. I am suddenly not taking care of my responisbilities that I worked so hard for. I cannot let that happen.
Suddenly my priorities it seems must be our family. Our family, my family was Chaynce and I for three years. How do you just insert a person back into your life after you have given them up for dead and mourned for them? I, I try not to become angry, am I angry because he left, or, or am I angry he came back? How selfish this sounds...
And how is he so sure he still loves me? Does he know how I have changed? Three years is a long time for a mother alone supporting and caring for a child. Or is it what I was that he still loves? Again who am I? Who has he become?
I shall find him. We must speak, I shall have no more uncomfortable silences, and if he doesn't like what I have to say well... May the fates be good.
*she places the journal back, wiping away tears*
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*picks up her journal*
He has told me his story. We have, well, worked things out I believe. I shall write of this later as I am not in a very good mood...
Ash is dead.
*straps on her armor, gathers healing potions, kisses her son, and prepares for a killing spree*
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*comes in bloodied, battered, and half insane*
I have had a bit of vengance.
I hold Ash's will. I have accomplished part of it... Wren has Glenn's bow. I need to find a woman named Nyyana and Jin. Nepp...
*sighs*
*the journal clatters to the floor as she falls sleep for the first time in days, sitting in the chair*
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*comes in after a long day and kisses her husband and son*
Another part is done... I found the woman named Nyyana and gave her the bows and mahogany...
*falls asleep in the chair as Chaynce and Creighton play dwarven battle games in the house crashing into furniture and knocking over tables*
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*picks up her journal*
Well...
I found the woman named Nyyanna, she has both of the bows. I still need to find Jin though and give him this... *stares in her hand and laughs*
The Inn is paid off as well. I finally caught up with Honora to give her the Trues. There are only two rooms left available, so it has been a success I believe, at least so far.
I need to speak with Exodus. Tis time to move Chaynce out of that town and home here in Leilon. Plenty of halflings for him to play with here!
*closes the journal and opens her accounts ledger*
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*smiles as she come through the door to the inn early in the morn*
*lights a small candle and begins to write*
Twas a most wonderful conversation. Creighton is going to bring Chaynce home. He shall, they shall, like that. I hope Exodus takes the news well... he's no longer the dwarven nanny. After he made me fire Sarah and all... There are so many halfling here for him to play with.
*laughs quietly*
We traveled the road to Spellguard... and he stayed where he should the whole time. I was surprised and impressed with his disciple. They was a time or two when I had to run in and cast yet he stayed back. Drogo is teaching ye something isn't he Creighton?
*yawns as the sun comes up through the hazy sky*
*puts her quill down and falls asleep thinking about where to put his bed*
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*takes up her journal and hears a crash downstairs, sighs and gets up to see what Chaynce has broken now... Returns after sweeping up potting soil and tossing the broken palm out the back door into the alley*
He grows by the day. Chaynce seems to have a great time with the halflings. He's almost as tall as they are! Creighton and him have been taking trips to the docks to watch the boats come and go, tis good to see them getting along so well. I just wish Creighton would stop letting him drag rotten fish home... Yesterday it was a three foot long bloated eel, and Chaynce wanted me to cook it for dinner. Thank the gods I had some trout to cook. I just told him it was the eel.
There are only two rooms left for rent in the Inn. Hopefully we shall have them rented soon. A couple more halflings stopped by to look at the rooms. I don't know if I can take anymore of them... They're just so hyper all the time, it's like having lots of four year olds tearing up the house, and Chaynce does that well enough on his own.
Creighton is progressing with his bow, hasn't shot me in the back yet in battle. Truth is I was kind of worried about him standing behind me with a bow. Drogo has been teaching him tactics and such, seems to be paying off. Though I think he needs a bit of help with the rangery parts, he wandered off and got lost on Dregar a week or so ago...
*hears another crash, puts the quill down and picks up the broom and dustpan and heads down the stairs, hearing "Sorry Mamma" and giggling coming from the hall*
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*picks up her quill as she watches her two boys sleep in a pile, hogging the bed*
They have been having a grand time together. The docks by day and the Arms by night to watch the bards spin their tales. I think they've been even going into the woods. I told Creighton to be careful and not to go to far. I do know that Creighton shan't let anything happen to the boy...
*smiles*
I have been working away during the times that they are out. There is but one room left in the Inn, and our crafting is getting better and better. Soon I shall have back most of the Trues that I spent on the Inn. It might take a while but tis a goal of mine.
No one has died recently, but I stil dare not to take off the black. Seems whenever I do there is a new death. I guess black shall be my color until I am taken someday, to protect those I love. They had better not burry me in it though... something nice, silver or white I think. Or perhaps instead of a burrial I should like a pyre, send me away with the fire I trusted to keep me safe in life, Aye thats it.
*looks at what she wrote, stops, puts down the journal and leaves for Pranzis to work silver*
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*comes in tired but triumphant*
I went on a grand adventure this eve. Traveled most of Dregar with Quantum, Silverhand, Starr, Erk, and an ecentric man who refered to himself in third person all the time though I cannot remember his name. I can feel new power close to comming to me through the weave. Poor Erk died four times, bad luck. We should have known it would be a hard fought night as there were graves everywhere we went, practically stumbled over at least one or two in every dungeon we went into. I only fell once thankfully and the bloody mother did not touch my soul.
Creighton and Chaynce have been traveling a bit farther from home as Chaynce can walk farther and farther with each day. They took a boat ride to Port Hampshire last week. I think they had the time of their lives. I used the time while they were gone to keep up on my business venture with Miss Mylindra.
Speaking of Miss Mylindra, she sees to be a popular lass. I have gentlemen asking me where she is constantly. I even had to deliver flowers to her the other day. I hope she makes wise descisions when it comes to these suitors. I don't know if she has alot of experience with men. Oh well if they hurt her they'll have to deal with me, don't think they'd like that! They seem genuine enough though, so I'm not worried.
I think I have now made a lasting enemy... The bloody Count Czukay ran up after a friend had fallen and scooped up her blood into that infernal skull of his. I drew my blades and screamed for him to back off. He acted like it was the most normal thing in the world... I cannot stand the sight of the man, nor can Mylindra. She spit on him in town, I don't think that went over well with her temple. It was only a couple of days later Barion came asking to speak with her about the incedent. I think the issue was resolved though. I still won't let the man walk freely through town without voicing my displeasure that he still draws a breath. Ha there's no one to tell me what to do!
*closes her journal, picks up her gem crafting tools and heads to the craft hall*
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*comes home after a long night of moving furniture*
Some god blessed my hand. After destroying, I mean really destroying an enchanted diamond the night before, I set a beautiful gem in a beautiful ring. Twas an exeptional Ring of Wisdom. I wonder if another exists in this land, and from the price I got for it I doubt it. Mylindra and I used it to buy another house on Dregar, for us. Now we are free to port back and forth as we wish. I have tryed to get Creighton to come and see it but he seems content with Leilon, him and Chaynce have so much fun there.
Axodeth changed the locks on 101 Hlint without tellin me. I thought he was a friend. I have not seen him in ages, so I know not what I could have done to offend him. I was simply using the house to store ore near the smithy. I allowed no one else in and no one could get to his things anyway. I don't think I will be too pleased when I see him again. I was an honorary Stonecutter, I guess I see what family means to him. I just want my bloody ore, and somehow I shall get it. Twas 86 nuggets of silver, has he any idea what that means to my business?
*sets the book down with an angry look on her face*
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*picks the book up off of the table and begins to write*
Seems it was some sort of misunderstanding about the locks. Axodeth was good enough to send me a bird letting me know I would have my silver back, smelted even! Perhaps I am too easy to anger sometimes.
Creighton and Chaynce have been spending all of their time together, tis a beautiful thing to see. I see that Creighton is not going to let his son be without a father. Tis grand!
Though... I find myself growing apart from him. I am out so much with my business, collecting things for crafting and earning coins. I, I do not see him much. I need to speak with him on this. I am unsure if I can or am being a good wife, but I cannot ignore my business and stay at home. Perhaps we might be better off as friends raising our son...
*the quill trails off the page*
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*picks up the journal, her cheeks streaked with tears*
And so it ends...
Tis my binding Will.
When I meet her for the last time...
*throws the book against the wall and walks out of the Inn*
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*picks up her journal before setting off to Willows Weep*
I shan't let her take me. I have to much to live for.
*looks at Chaynce sleeping in the bed*
I taught him to cast a cantrip today... It took some work but he can now cast light when he is afraid of the dark. He grows so big. He is now seven.
*she kisses his cheek as she packs her pack for a long journey*
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*takes her journal down from the shelf*
I have grown in power recently, the spells come quicker and easier to me when I learn them. I, I might be at the height of my power, for I must travel safer areas to avoid the soul mother. No bother though, I shall concentrate on my business. I shall not be making any rash decisions that bring the soul mother closer to me.
The Inn may be remodeled soon. Bigger rooms for the quests and nicer rooms for us as well. I am very excited for the dwarven builders to stop by and estimate the costs. They have a gnomish formen though so I am a bit worried. I don't want the Inn to fall over once they are done.
Erk and I are going back to investigate the former lair of a black dragon. Jennara and I went there once after the fall of Blood to make sure the dragon had not returned. A group of us went there for platinum and none of them even seemed to know about the former resident. Erk went to investigate and it seems as if things may have changed a bit down there. I could not go as far as he did as I had no more invisibility spells to cast. We shall return soon so I may look for changes.
Chaynce is growing fast. His eighth birthday is comming soon. I have taught him a few more spells, mind you ones he can't burn the house down with! He looks alot like his father, the elvish blood hardly visable.
*she hears a spell being cast dowstairs and a crash and a yelp*
Bah, I must go, perhaps I shouldn't have taught him flare...
*the pen trails off*
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*comes in after a long day trying to find rangers of Folian*
Nepp is dead.
*she looks at the four children curled up in a pile on her bed*
I recieved a bird from Drogo today saying that Nepp fell in Storans Crypt for the last time. He never did learn... Tis one more friend who has gone to see the mother. I went and fetched Ash and his children and moved them to the Inn. I still have not told the children, I don't really know how.
I, I have decided that the children should be raised by rangers. Ash and Nepp were both devote followers of Folian, and I believe that they would be happy with this decision. When they look down from wherever they are I think they would rather see their children playing in Folians Grove than in the streets of Leilon.
I shall wake early on the morn and again seek out a ranger of Folian. Perhaps I shall hang signs in the Inns. It might make it easier for me, tracking rangers is not, well, what I'm good at.
*she puts the quill down and lays down next to the pile of sleeping children, falling fast asleep with her arms trying to hold them all at once**
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*finds her quill stuck into a lock on her crate and laughs*
What shall I do with them? So full of energy.
I caught the four of them trying to sneak on a boat bound for Velansk the other morning. I must find more for them to do. I received a letter from Dur'Thak and I think... from what I can make out... that he wants to take them for a few adventures. I shall contact him at once. The chaos around here with the dwarven builders around isn't really helping either.
The Inn is being remodeled. Seems the demolition crew is made up of drunken dwarves. I just hope the builders are sober... It shall be nice to have the Inn remodeled. Twill be nicer for our guests and the children as well.
*hears a crash from downstairs, not knowing if it is the drunken dwarves or the children, or both, she goes to investigate*
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*opens her journal in the room she rented in the Wild Surge*
Well, I hope the dwarves finish with the renovation of the Inn soon. Tis a little cramped with these children in this small room, and I believe the Inn patrons are starting to tire of their antics. I had to pay for three meals yesterday as the children knocked over a table as some travelers ate.
*she sighs before starting to write again*
How does one leave their husband? He is a kind and gentle man, but, well I hardly see him. He is wonderful at taking care of the children while I am out but we have grown apart. We are still the best of friends but the love, the spark, tis gone. Perhaps if I speak with him, assure him we are still the best of friends he shall release me. I, I see Mylindra and Storold and their love for each other and that just is not there anymore for us. I, I need to find someone to talk to. But who?
*she gentle puts the journal down and blows out the candle trying to fall asleep with the sounds of the drunks of the Wild Surge echoing through the room*
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*opens her journal with a heavy heart*
How could I be so stupid. Have I not learned that I am cursed?
I decided to color my armor green today, and as I did it I was thinking about the last several times I took off the black. Everytime I have taken off the mourning black someone has died.
No sooner did I get to town and Dalan approached Mylindra and me and told us that Erk was dead.
*the quill trails off the page*
Why did I do it? I knew full well that taking off the black means death, yet I did it anyway. I know I cannot stop death, but for some reason taking off the color of mourning brings it quicker.
Gods I am cursed. It shall not happen again, black shall be my color for all of time.
*slowly closes the book and cries*
///this is an increadibly strange ocurance... this is the fourth or fifth time when Tyrian has changed armor colors someone has died, within hours...///
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*opens her journal*
Well, I have done it. I have spoken with Quantum and he has absovled my marriage. I don't know if this makes me happy or sad. It seems to be both. I do look forward though, to a gleam in someones eye, but I shan't forget the gleam in Creighton's eye either.
*a few tears dot the page as she closes the book*
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*opens her journal while looking at the sleeping children*
Well, the Inn is comming along well. The dwarves were back to fix the shoddy work they did on the floors in the guest rooms. I think they were a bit more sober this time.
Business seems to be good, not a day goes by without myself or Mylindra selling something. Tis getting a bit tedious though. I need to work more than I already do on my crafting so I can move on to creating some better goods. I have started scribing, seems a worthy challenge.
Mylindra and Storold shall be wed soon. I am to be Mylindras maid of honor. Gah! I have to wear a dress. Perhaps I can manage to ruin them (she bought three for just this reason I think) before the wedding.
*she closes the journal, kisses the four children in their sleep and goes to the craft hall*
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*opens the journal and takes up her quill*
Tis been a long day. My crafting seems to take up so much of my time. I am advancing though.
Ifion has returned. Twas lovely to see him again. The man can still make my heart race. Twas good just to sit and talk with him. I showed him around the Inn and gave him a key so he may come in out of the cold when he needs to. Perhaps I will show him my home in Pranzis as well some time, not that he cares much for such things, but it gives me an excuse to spend time with him.
The children are growing. I have started them in a small school I found on the outskirts of Pranzis. Seemed a nice enough place, the teachers seem kind. The children like to go, they get excited every day when it is time to take them there. Some times Chaynce doesn't want to come home. I worry though about Peace, Tear and Destiny. Am I doing the right things for them?
I have been traveling a bit with a man, well, elf named Krys. Seems a kind and compassionate man. I enjoy our converstions, but his choice of friends sometimes makes me wonder.
I need a cause again. *sighs* Time for the do gooder in me to come out once more. There are several drives going on for rebuilding efforts. I have to pick up a cloak I purchased from Miss Katrien, and I know she is in charge of one of them, perhaps I shall speak with her on her cause.
I still have not heard from the courts on the absolution of my marriage. I hope to hear from them soon.
There is still a place in my heart for Creighton.
*stops and rereads what she wrote*
But I see so many possibilities in life.
*sets the quill down and drifts off to sleep*
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*opens her journal*
Well, Krys said he fancied me... That lasted all of a week. Seems he really loved Elohanna. Well, guess it makes sense she is much more elegant and womanly than I, a tom boy with blades. Ah well, wasn't as if I was looking for a new man anyhow... and besides my heart is stone with all the pain it has experienced over the years. No matter...
*sighs*
Though it was nice to know someone was interested... but alas back to where I belong, the crafthall.
*closes her journal and pulls on her leathers to head to the craft hall.
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*opens her journal and begins to write*
Well... Mylindra has left the church. Seems the idiots in charge have made an agreement to dispense justice for Broegar. I suppose I would have left too. What in the world could they have been thinking?
Seems strange that as Mylindra leaves her temple I begin a search for one of my own. I visited a beautiful temple of Ilsare the other day. I may seek out one of their priests to learn about them. From what I have heard, I am interested.
I know I have chided Mylindra about whether the gods even exist at all. But he being stripped of her ability to cast spells by her god has convinced me that yes, they do exist. Tis no other explaination for her loss of power.
Her wedding comes soon. I asked Ifion if he would attend with me. He said he would if he didn't have temple duties to do. I hope he doesn't.
*puts the quill down and gathers up her scribing components and heads out the door*
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*comes into the house, Knocks the snow from her boots, and opens her journal slowly*
He is dead, and I am a fool.
*collapses in a pool of tears*
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*struggles through the door, leaning on Mylindra's shoulder, crashes onto her bed and finds her journal still sitting there, she begins to write*
Tis time. Tis my last will and testament.
I leave everything I have to Mylindra Kylock, so that she may continue her dreams and care for the children until the come of age to care for themselves.
Seems I shall be seeing Ifion sooner than I had hoped...
*the quill trails across the page as she passes out*
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*tacks out her journal and picks up a quill*
Well, Tis been a while since I last wrote, much has happened.
Mylindra has had her twins, both are beautiful and doing well.
We have moved into a house in the country and out of Pranzis. Tis good to be out of that city. The house Storold found is huge, I get lost in it sometimes. I have a bedroom and a large great room. I don't even know what to put in half of it, it's so big.
I have been semi-retired from adventuring, though sometimes I can't resist traveling about. I have just been trying to be much more careful though, only going places that I know the terrain and such.
Oh! Mylindra blew up a Lich! We were in the bottom of the red light caves and undead started swarming us. We held them off for hours only to be confronted by a Lich. I did they only thing I could, used my last few spells and charged the beast. I thought for sure it was my end, but as a whacked away at it Mylindra smited it and it exploded. We thought it was dead, but it seems that it is back. A group of us met in Hurm to discuss what tyo do about it and it seems an undead army is massing that we will have to deal with.
Well, off to the craft hall for the day, I have lots of work I need to do, scrolls to scribe and gems to infuse. Hopefully I'll have good luck today.
*sets the quill down and heads out the door to rid the front yard of bugbears on her way to Pranzis*
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*enters the Inn, everything looks in order, she retires to her room and opens her journal*
Well, he has been expelled from school. I told Chaynce time after time that he needed to buckle down with his studies. The headmaster told me Chaynce had been spending more and more time behind the school and in the allies practicing fighting, and now he has finally done it, been expelled.
The headmaster told me Chaynce got into a real fight while practicing with another boy and bruised him up fairly well with their fake wooden weapons.
*sighs and smiles in spite of herself*
Chaynce knew he was on a short lease after all the times I have had to go and talk with the headmaster about his lack of respect for authority and the rules. I wonder where he got those ideas... I guess I can't blame his father. Creighton had lots of respect for authority, silly paladin that he was.
*a smile flashes across her face the followed by a trace of sadness*
The headmaster said he had no idea where Chaynce went, as as he was not a young child the headmaster said he really couldn't stop him from packing his things and simply walking out. I expect he will come to the Inn, at least I hope he does. Extra chores for that lad for sure when I see him. I just hope he's alright.
*she closes the journal and heads out to walk the roads to and from Spellgard for word of her son*
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*enters the Inn and begins cleaning the kitchen for something to do. She sighs, wondering if her son is alright, and returns to cleaning to occupy her mind*
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*Tyrian enters the Inn and lights the lamps in the shop. She begins to inventory the store and prepare to open for business.*
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*she returns from a day in the swamps and opens her journal*
I pen this note, to be safe, to know that the tax collectors shall not take my Inn should anything happen to me. Mylindra seems to be so occupied with her children that she does not have time for it, and my son, well... the lad is on his own after the note he left, I must trust that I raised him well enough that he can find his way in the world.
Tis my final will and testament for the moment, until I get to speak with a few people.
I need to speak with Miss AnnaLee, Miss Jennara, and Omer, before I make my final desision on what happens to my property and coin, but for now...
I leave everything I own, my Inn, my Trues, my shop inventory, my equipment to the one person who I feel will make sure it goes to the people who need it most in the world. I leave it to the one person I trust more than any other to make sure my legacy is a good one.
I leave everything to Miss Jennara Creekskipper to do with as she sees fit.
Signed,
Tyrian Baldu'muur
*she sighs and heads to wash up leaving the book open so the ink drys*
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*smiles as she opens the book for the first time in years*
Twas a nice day at the Inn today. We had a charity event for the orphans. If I heard correctly we raised over 30,000 trues. I also have hired an animal handler for my horse and oxen. He is a friend of Chaynce's named Alton. He would only agree to come if he could bring Fred, Pat, Mark, Lilly and some other folks... He said they'd live out back.
*scratches her head*
I hope the city doesn't get on my case for having a tent city out back.
//has no idea that Alton is talking about chickens//
Well was a good night for all except for Ben who got kicked in the shins several times.
*laughs and closes her journal as she climbs into bed*
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*opens the book*
*she quiets down reflecting on the donations*
175000 Trues worth of equipment donated to Hempsted today. Armors, helms, wands, leathers, and weapons. I hope they will be used to keep bloody Rael out.
*closes the book and sleeps*
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*writes a few things before she falls asleep in her big bed*
Been a busy time around the Inn. Lots of new renters about.
*yawns*
Perhaps I need to start roasting some more meat.
*closes the book and drifts off to sleep*
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*blows the dust off of the book*
Life has been well. Tis nice to settle into a happy and comfortable life style. I still travel about a bit but most of my time is consumed with the Inn and it's daily needs.
Alton seems to be doing a good job with everyone's animals. Andrew even left his dog for Alton to train. Seems The Twin Dragon is becoming a zoo!
The Arm's is reopening soon, and one of the events is to come see the memorial that Argos put up by the door, in memory of the children. I expect fully that it will be a solemn event. I will have food and drink available though for any in need.
*stands from her glass writing table and blows on the ink softly before snapping her fingers, making the candle go out and stretching out in bed*
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*opens her ledger and writes in a 20,000 True sale*
Alton has become quite the little salesmen. He sold all of the scions and dragon stones that have been gathering dust for sometime. I gave him a nice ring in return for his commission. He seemed happy enough.
Though I do wonder what the dwarf wanted with all the stones.
*she closes her ledger and returns to sweeping the backroom*
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*opens the book after blowing the dust off of it*
I have been busy lately. The Inn has been my savior this last year since my son, passed away. Through all accounts he died valiantly on the field of battle at a place called Hilm. I should like to visit there sometime and see the spot, the spot where my boy died. He never was the most wise man, but I feel I raised him well. He cared for his comrades in arms, and protected those he thought worthy.
Alton was there with him during the battle. Alton will say little about the events that day. I think the little guy feels responsible in some way. I know he would have done everything in his power to save Chaynce.
Daniella stopped by many months ago to offer her condolences. I threw her out of the Inn. Perhaps I was a bit harsh as I know she loved my son and grieves just as I. But I shall not forgive her church for leading my son on a path to death, just as I shall not forgive the Toranites for taking my husband. I should like to speak with her someday though, and at least let her know that I am sure she did all she could to save him.
At least he died defending the innocent and in the company of his love and his best friends.
*few tear drops spot the page*