The World of Layonara
Character Development => Development Journals and Discussion => Topic started by: cbnicholson on March 31, 2006, 08:45:25 AM
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//Paste of Char submission:
Full Name: Daniel Peotr
Age: 20
Class(es):Fighter
Race:human
Subrace: (If Any)
Alignment: n. good
Deity:
2 Domains (if cleric):
Bio/Description:
Middle son of three and born to merchants, Daniel's only choices for a life of his own was the clergy or sell sword. As the piety of the local priests left Daniel somewhat puzzled, why live in poverty when wealth was as easy as moving goods from here to there? Life was good working for his father, but there had to be more to it than the accounting of woolen goods, arguing with local dyers and sheep herders over prices and quantities. It might suit his oldest Brother, Stephan to cloister himself in with books and ledgers, some day father's modestly successful wool trade would be his. Daniel's youngest brother, Benjamin, who had the song of magic in his blood, acceptance into a far away college two years ago left Daniel with no one. Benjamin's absence and the loss of the entertaining illusions made the long days of cart driving from the shearers to the dyers monotonous and dull. Daniel, a realist by nature, hoped to see more of the world than the south end of his father's draft horse, Rogar. Daniel craved adventure! Hlint promised that chance. Perhaps the local militia needed a good sword hand? Even the slaying of vermin would be preferable to such tedious duty. Old Jack, the local magistrate, had even shown Daniel a trick to or two with a his rusty shortsword. At least enough to appear competent with it and scare away potential bandits and thieves that sometimes waylaid merchants. Yes, Daniel was ready. His father had already reluctantly given his blessing with two conditions - Daniel must try his father's trade for two years and second - Daniel must send word of his whereabouts whenever possible. The first condition was met on his 20th birth year and as for the second, a solemn promise to send word was all that was required. Tomorrow was the day his new exciting life was to be lived. His bag, packed to bursting with a good set of clothes, a small sword, bow and some 20 odd arrows, a sturdy Peotr wool blanket, and enough biscuit and water for 5 days, sat next to the door.
edited to correct certain names for consistency and spellign mistacks, I hate those.
Edited by cbnicholson 10/26/2006 11:10 AM
Dear father and mother,
I finally made it to Hlint last night. Strangely the journey to was mostly uneventful, but for the dream of the dragon. The dragon seemed.. determined to have my help which I freely gave. Unfortunately, as the fates will be cruel, I lost most of my gear upon waking and had it replaced with some strange objects that I seem unable to use in any sane fashion. I shall strive to endure with what I have, but oh, for a good stout bow and arrows instead of this near useless crossbow and bolts.
I met a singer of songs, a bard, and another person named Zweck last night. I, being new to town, asked for directions and both seemed happy to help, but alas my impatience got the better of me and I ran off to find trouble in my own time. Trouble I found. Just north of town, I ran into orc, two falcons, and a rabid skunk!. I ran for my life after being blasted with skunk scent, the stench nearly did me in. The falcons swooped and pecked and the orc loosed his arrows at me shortly thereafter. I barely made it back to town alive father! Lesson learned - Fellow adventurers required for excursions outside of town. My funds are diminishing, the local cleric, while skilled, demanded 100 gold to heal my wounds. I was wont to pay it, but did for relief of the burning the skunk essense did to my wounds. I shall strive to do better. I have a goal now - given to me by a guard - return with the ears of 5 goblins. I shall attempt more adventure in the eventide after a brief rest.
The Gods of good bless and keep you both safe,
Your son, Daniel.
//adding some Ooc context, my choice of speech patterns gets more confusing later on and I can hardly tell what I was thinking after a bit of time from the writing. I will try to clarify some things here . First, this is my first persistant world character ever. All of it is new to me, from the commands to the emotes to the player interaction stuff. I struggled mightily to do the simple task of bartering at first. Daniel as a character is about as unorganized as one can get. I started his creation with the idea of being a flexible fighter and or Archer. His Str was an above average 14, not great, but ok. A dex of 16 to help his armor class out in the lighter armors and to help with his bow work. A con of 15 for hit points. The rest are all tens, no benefits, no penalties either. My skills and feats are all mixed up to. I think I took improved initiative and toughness out of ignorance more than any strategy. My skills were Parry (mostly useless) and healing (very useful)and discipline (somewhat) and lore. I played a simple fighter to keep my play simple, but get more than I bargained for later.
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Dear Father and Mother,
I trust that this letter finds you and mother in good health and spirits. I am in good health and mood. I finally completed the task given to me by the Guard Quartermaster! It started with the help of a quick footed halfling, a spellthrower, and a couple of warriors who befriended by niave self in Hlint. They showed me the way to the goblins lair and even banded with me in defeating the all the goblins to thier fell master, who's head still despoiles a portion of my pack! How far I have come since leaving home. I feel I almost can handle myself now in the immediate surrounds of Hlint at least. I am learning slowly to bind my own wounds when injured and there are no healers available and to maintain discipline in group fighting. I've also taken up the sword and acquired some better armor. I must confess, father, that I feel myself maturing here in the last few weeks more than the years spent carting cloaks from mill to merchant. I hope the work hasn't been overburdensome for you in my absense. I simply felt I must get out on my own for a while and learn a new trade. I am looking forward to more adventure this week after a brief recovery in town.
All my love
Your son,
Daniel.
//I feel bad because when I wrote this I couldn't remember any of the other players names. I thank you now. This is the point while in Layo most players either know where to go or get befriended and help. Luckily I got the latter. Out of Layo, I start reading the forums and lore trying to find my place and a good role to play. There's a wealth of information here to be had if you can find the time to read it. It doesn't help with quests; however, much to my dismay. I was forced to be a pain and ask many other players where to go, what to do, etc. Berriford loans me a suit of 1/2 plate copper and asks that I pay him back when I can. It takes me two weeks real time, but I do catch up to him eventually and pay him back. It makes me laugh to remember how surprised he was that I would remember.
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Dear Father and Mother,
Tis been some time ere I've written and for this I ask pardon. My purse grows and shrinks as fortunes may will, but the hospitality and folk of Hlint continue to amaze my mind. Such generousity is unseen in our quaint village, but here tis commonplace. Pray forgive my rantings and manner of speech for I have of recent spent time at the Great Library and have lored much. Sooth, my speech seemeth to me plain before and the tongue of the olde common be much better and more precise in the telling of tales to my mind. I shall seek knighthood father, my skill grows daily, and with the help of a newfound friend, Berri the halfling, my protections grow as well. I am encased in stout plate throughout thanks to him and carry a warding shield. Enchantment lieth in the very coverings of my feet and helm. My lot in this chapter of life is that of guide and protector, which I see as mine duty. Tis most pleasurable to assist my lessors in the rigors of Hlint's crypts and caverns.
On a most recent expedition, I cross Mistone and boarded ship for for another continent. I remembereth not its name, but Rollie the Scholar led us on the most exciting bear hunt I canst recall. I died shortly after the hunt due to a misunderstanding of intent by a party of the foulest sort of dwarves. Tis no matter, for my soul safely returneth to Hlint. All is well for now. I pray all is well with thee.
Your son,
Daniel Poetr
//lots going on in this month. First, Lin'da takes pity on Daniel and helps him with the oil quest in the Greys. Daniel joins two large raids into the Greys to help others. He is about 5th or 6th level. Tegan helps Daniel out as well with the cowherder in Rilara and with some advice on where to find Farmer Part. Daniel dies a horrible death by Gryphon attemping to get to Farmer Parts the first time. The wolfswood Rangers help him, but one dies. Daniel falls attempting to defend the second Ranger from the menace he brought with him. My first DT for Daniel. Master Berri loans Daniel another set of copper Full plate, the 1/2 plate gets gifted to a Dwarf whom Daniel never sees again for free. This time more than a month passes before the debt is repaid. Daniel meets Rollie the Scholar and take an interesting trip. Daniel dies in the end (2nd DT), but it was a lot of fun. 4th Level I take another a strength point and work on healing and discipline skills. My feats added are Power Attack and Cleave. All that sword swinging has to have some benefits. Daniel takes trip to the Great Libray (central server) and two things happen. First, he reads about Rofirein and his tenets and makes a decision to follow the Golden Dragon, to be heartsworn to the values he reads about. Second, as a player, I start to grasp the idea of different servers and why can't I just log back onto West?? *disclaimer: yes, I am ignorant*
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Dear Father and Mother,
I writeth with mixed feelings. Puzzlement be one and joy be the other. Puzzlement at thy words in thee most recent letter to mineself. Thou spoke of not pursuing Knighthood, you thinketh it a poor idea. I knoweth not what happenstance befell Uncle John for he fell long afore my birth, but a childhood memory tickles my mind so. Tis one fo thee leaving a small copper likeness at his grave. I canst have been more than 4 at the time, but I remember twas the likeness of a dragon. What didst Uncle John die of? Pray tell me father for until I knoweth, I darest not decieve mine heart and forgo my dream of knighthood. I must cry thy pardon, Father, for sooth such is my heart bade me even if it shatter thine dream of one of your sons trading cloaks ere thy retirement. Tis with some trepidation and great joy that I tell thee I hast been accepted as Potentiate to the Temple of Rofirein. Mayhap tis be too much to asketh, but I pray thee wilst accept it in time. My strength in arms grows daily father, thou wouldst hardly recognize the boy who left thy shop in Luck those 3 months ago. I now encase myself in heavy armor and carry a mountain of a shield, proudly bearing the the Lord Protectors Sigil. My chosen blade, a longsword, which serves me well. My code is to help and protect all those in need, regardless of station. To pursue justice as given by Liege and Law. To seek knowledge as it befalls me. These I hath sworn in mine heart to follow, Father. Someday I hopeth to make thee proud of mine pursuit.
As to Mother,
I am well and in good spirits. I promise thee to not overindulge in the tavern and to at least attempt to eat good things when able. Pray, take care of Father and see that he keeps up his strength even in the busy trading times o're the growing season.
All my love,
Your son,
Daniel Poetr, Potentiate of Rofirein.
//Daniel makes it known that he follows Rofirein's ways in deed and word. Here is a hint that maybe someone else in Daniel's family was a follower of the Lord Protector as well and hints at why Daniel's father is against Daniel taking oaths to serve the Dragon God. Fertile soil is required for men of good to spring from. Daniel's aligment is NG, which would seem to contradict the demanding LN of his chosen Diety. This is Daniel's personal conflict, the heart vs the code of Rofirein. It may be his undoing as a knight, or it will make Daniel one of the Lord Protectors greatest champions, time will tell. As a player I make the decision to adopt a quaint speech pattern of old english. I think it makes Daniel stand out. Others have called me a bad actor and a fool. The fool moniker I accept, the bad acting, well that stings a little, but I can see the point. I've also taken some corrections on Thou, Thee, and Thy. Yes, I get it - I have several printouts on the matter and I'm forcing myself to listen to Shakespears sonnets to get a feel for the flow of it. No, I don't always speak it correctly. I get lazy and engage the keyboard before I can properly work it out in my head. I'm trying to improve and will take corections. Please use a tell, not //. Daniel gets lucky and is able to join "Exploring the Past" I hope I've been at least good for a chuckle. Although my use of titles seems to be frustrating some players/characters. :P I get my third DT doing an incredibly stupid act of opening a bag without having it checked for traps. ah, lessons learned!
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Dear Mother and Father,
I pray thee art safe. No word from thee as yet and the legions of Blood despoil the lands and I wast forced to choose between duty to comrades and duty to Lord and Liege. I chooseth mine comrades and mine heart bade me to do. I have fallen into disfavor with another local Hlintation, Darkchild he calleth himself. Grudgingly, I must give him his due in strength of arms for he doth carry himself as a warrior should. I fear him not and Dark One I name him for his cruel, biting words and unkind heart. I must be cautious in my dealings with him as a brawl in the streets wouldst have be stricken from the roles of the Lord Protector. This I wilst not have. Never. I shall have no dealings with the man from this day forth. If he offers me a harsh word, I shall pay it no more mind then the breeze. Blows to mineself, I shall seek justice in the arena or leave to the constable. Sooth, he mayeth find himself outside the gates if he be so foolish as to strike me unprovoked.
Other events transpire, mine leige, Thomas Stormsinger, remains a great comfort and a whimsical joker. Both qualities, maketh me glad to have him as Liege. I pretendeth not to see the occasional pain in his eyes or the doubt. He is but a man, a good man, but a mortal such as mineself. I wouldst have no other as a mentor. Mine one real fear is the fate and judgement of Capt. Duvall. Little hast been heard of him or from him since the Fall of Pranzis. I feareth the worst and hopeth for the best. As for judgement, I faileth in making it to battle ere the day called. I only ask that mine story be heard ere it is passed upon me. My the Gold Eye seeth the truth in the matter.
My training goeth slowly. Tis difficult to do the field work of combat as I must consecrate mine mind and body each day as befitting a Potentiate of Rofirein. Such meditations art required and I shall have no self pity o're its need. Pray send word as soon as thy are able.
All my love
Your son, Daniel.
//two things as a player here. First is a combination of several run ins with Kiva "Darkchild" something or another.. He seems to take exception to Daniel's speech patterns and general method of communicating. Hence, the bad actor charge. It gets worse when Daniel makes a nuisance of himself as Darkchild and Tegan play games. A minor misundertanding leads to awkward confrontation between the two characters with swords drawn about a foot apart. Luckily, no one goes combative, but to this day, Darkchild and Daniel have a certain mocking dislike for each other. Daniel doesn't acknowledge it, really, but Darkchild mocks him all the time.
Thomas agrees to be Daniel's sponser in Daniels pursuit of Knighthood. This is good and bad. Good as Thomas is just the kind of person, Daniel likes, but bad because Thomas has issues of his own to resolve and probably isn't the best rolemodel for Knighthood. Never-the- Less kindess will be repaid with loyalty(see earlier entry on the heart). Daniel finally makes contact with Capt. Duvall in Pranzis and is listed as Potentiate of Rofirein. 7th Level is achieved.
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Dear Mother and Father,
Twas glad to heareth thee art well and whole and thine business still profitable. Thy contracts with the local militia to keepeth them in thine warm cloaks be a blessing from the Lord Protector. My most recent quests went ill and well. The ill starteth as an any other bit of business, a trip to harvest good oak wood for a Master maker of bows. We fought the infestation of spiders and beetles well at first and commenced to harvest. Ere the second tree was to be felled, a horde of beetles descendeth uponst us and we wert undone. I awoke in the light of Hlint's bindstone, mine companions soon to join. I thank Rofirein for the foresight of the makers, for they wert filled with wisdom in the making of these wondrous saviors of the flesh. A laugh and a long wait and what wouldst be broken tis mended.
The second bit of business lendeth itself to honor and glory. A weaver of spells, Godim, calleth for aid. My brother, Jaleel and mineself we answered along with Krys, Starr, and a she devil of the blade, Rayenoir. We bade ourselves to finish the Bugbear captain of Bear Island. I fell thrice and each time was driven anew to life and battle by the stoutness of mine new comrades. Ere, the end we prevailed with no losses and some bounty for ourselves. Mine share twas satisfaction in the job done. No gold didst I take for the quest, lo it did confound mine comrades some. I thoughteth to explain my views, but time grew short and I left them - celebrating our victory.
Tis another bit of news I shouldst mention. M'Lord Thomas seemeth to hath battled death itself. I foundeth him dead at the east gate of Hlint. Upon his return to life he claimed to be slain by some crimson headed black figure. I seeth nothing of the sort and proclaimed such to him. Jaleel, thought to defend Thomas as best as he was able and was slain as well. In light of the two sudden and inexplicable deaths I supposeth I must believe what he says. I spendeth time patrolling the outskirts of Hlint, more to 'humor' M'lord Thomas more than any real fear. Never-the-less, I feareth for his mind. Rofirein, pray protect thy own! I grow distraught as I write and dwelleth on it. Be at ease, I am well and hale still.
All my love
Your son, Daniel.
//Bugbear quest and Daniel gets a new sword +1 from Cronk. Thomas seems to slip into madness. Daniel meets and befriends more characters. Weapon specialization: Longsword, healing, Discipline , and Lore added for skills. As a player I'm forcussing more on what is better in terms of following Rofirein and as a warrior.
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Dear Mother and Father,
Blessed be the Golden Eye! Lord Duvall lives still. I receiveth news yesterday in Velensk of his survival. Mayhap the new leaders of Pranzis canst be reasoned with after all. He spoke of his duties pressing and much to do at the Temple. I am most glad to hear of it. Mayhap initiations wilst continue if it be possible. I pray to the Lord Protector it be so.
I have grown in skill again father, thou woudst not even recognize me anymore. Thews and shoulders hath grown long, hard, and sinewy from the constant swinging of shield and sword. I dare boast I couldst beat mine old teacher, Jack in arms. Pray tell him naught, else, I be accosted upon my return by himself to regain his honor. Sooth, his lessons serve me well.
As to other news, I purchased an enchanted ring to enhance mine strenght further for the glory of Rofirein. The purchase of which drained my coffers bare. More questing I must do to regain some wealth. I also hath made peace with Darkchild. Both of us, it seems, reflected long on the harsh words said and repented of our follies. Words exchanged, peace made, anger released. Mayhap if a good man, not a bootlicker, be needed to giveth me honest counsel, methinks he be the one to call uponst.
My Liege, Thomas, hath fallen to hard times. He goes on retreat to reconsecrate himself and I wish him well. He doth task me to take up his quest of slaying the chromatic young and allies. I knoweth not if I possess the strength to do so but will bear it in mind.
I met a Ranger, Sallaron Tempest, the other day in Hlint. I knewest him by message afore, but was most pleased to serve him as we travelled the breadth and length of Mistone. We battled our way to the southern peaks and entered the dwarven fortress there. Twas a grand site, but the thought of all that stone crushing down uponst mine head made me eager to leave. I run out of tales and so must profess my love and respect for ye. Pray be at peace.
All my love,
Your son, Daniel
//8th level another Strength for 16, I purchase a bulls ring from the Raven Trading Guild (it takes forever to make contact) for a total STR: 17, respectable, but probably low compared to most still. Darkchild and Daniel make a sort of peace, but it doesn't really last. He still makes fun of Daniel, even if Daniel refuses to acknowledge the mockery. There's a mention of Daniel early training as a fighter. Jack of the Dale, is an old family friend of Daniel's Father and a man at arms for the wool/cloak busines run by Daniel's father in Luck. He taught Daniel all that he knew of militia duties, weapons, and armor. A low level warrior, he greatly admired and respected by Daniel. Daniel spends a lot of time in the Crypts of Hlint "training" and collecting the coin the undead drop. Daniel is also very free in helping new players in quests, healing and protecting them as needed. Daniel is learning what true leadership is: service to others to accomplish a common goal. No amount of coin is stockpiled as Daniel keeps using any and all spare coin to buy potions and bandages that he uses to keep new players alive on thier quests. Exploring Mistone 1 takes place.
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Dear Mother and Father,
All is well with me, but I long for thy company at times. Tis a lonely path I hath chosen, the path of a warrior dedicated to the Golden Eye'd one. He testeth my resolve two fold the other night. Once in the from of what was thought to be a brother, the other with a dark presence. The Brother wast a Cleric of Rofirein. He wast most curt and ill disposed to accept mine help and so I left him in haste. I will pray that his seeming hesitation was merely the fear of the unknown in mineself and no more. Perchance future encounters wilst be more fruitful. The other test is more of a tale.
Lord Ozmandia spoketh with Master Freldo nd others at the Bank in Hlint well into the night. I listened some then left to quest in the crypts wherein I served a Priest of Toran, Dora, for a time. Upon my return, I saweth a strange thing. Darkness clung to Lord Ozmandia as light clings to a paladin. It may hath been a trick of the night, but mine own eyes didst see ..something. I was most distraught by mine vision. Outwardly he appeareth to be merely ancient and frail, but looking into his full countenance, one canst see dark wisdom and something.. undefinably not right. I hath not the grace of a paladin and so canst prove naught to others or mineself the truth of it. I hath nothing to confirm my suspicions and wilst not dishonor mineself with open accusations. Sooth, this ancient one hast seen almost the full breadth of history and insomuch deserveth respect his station deserves. Tis just a feeling in mineself whilst in his presence, no open malice, just an ill at ease. Bah, now that I think of it mayhap tis was the night airs.
News I brought to some that night as well. Elgon, Mercas, and Cym wert told of M'lord Thomas' retreat into himself. Master Elgon was most gracious in response with the news. Master Mercas, not so much. Afore bed, Master Freldo tasked me to with taling the events in Krandor days past regarding the now deceased Archeologist Alvin M'asty. This I did gladly, verily, his accounting of events wilst be the better for my sorry rendition of the tale Lord Protector willing. Thus, mom and dad, endeth my day in Hlint.
all my love,
Your son, Daniel.
//a fortelling both of which may be good. I assist Dora of Toran as I am able. She continues to be a friend to this day to Daniel. Daniel first see Ozmandia at the Freelancers for his telling of the war of Blood. Daniel's initial reaction is one of great respect, but there this nagging at the back of mind, that something is not quite right with Ozmandia and Daniel's freak vision in Hlint only confirms his gut feelings. Not being a Paladin and therefore not possesing true grace, Daniel laughs it off uneasily. Interactions with Ozmandia are usually 1.) alchohol aided in some way 2.) handled with a lot of stiff respect and reserve. The old elf simply makes the hairs on the back of Daniel's neck stand straight up! Daniel shares what he knows of Thomas' retreat with Thomas' friends at the bequest of Lord Thomas.
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Dear mother and father,
A quick telling of the mine journey to the depths of Haven's mines. As is the way of the hardy adventurers in Hlint, several awaited at the benches on an early morn. Friend Drogo, an elven druid, Rain Darsus, Ranger and Captain, Mercas the weaver of spells, Brother Jaleel, Dora of Toran, Roy Aynsworth, and mineself decided to set out for Haven after a brief discussion. Rain, henceforth called Captain Darsus in mine tale, led the group ever downward into the haunted mines. Captain Darsus commanded as a leader should, maintaining a disciplined line whilst Drogo in cat form lured each foolish Ogre unto our waiting blades. His counsel in fighting lead us to ever greater victories and we soon foundeth ourselves fighting the main Ogre of the mines. Afore we couldst engage, Master Mercas unleashed his summoned Celestrialat the behest of the party on the beasts and most wert soon undone. We smote the remainder and quickly gathered what iron we could after collecting the leaders head for bounty. Our escape from those fell mines was most wrought with danger. Afore we couldst flee, the enemy returneth with reinforcements. Many a time, Friend Drogo wouldst lead the ogres round the chamber narrowly amissed by lethal blows whilst we stood back to back fighting for our very lives. At one point, the party wert pinned and rushed from fore and flank and we barely escaped. We fell elated but exhaused at the entrance and slept for a time. Daylight never looked so good by the end of our stay in Haven mines. I salute Capt. Darsus, Master Mercas, and Friend Drogo for thine assistance in this quest.
Be easy, mother and father, for I writeth thou from the inn in Hlint as I drink yet another er, grape juice as I await a Karana Elksoul to discuss mine new shield.
All my love,
Your son, Daniel.
//the characters of Rain Darsus, and Mercas,and Drogo take a group to Haven mines. Rain does an excellent job teaching all of us how to 'cut' ogres by leading them into doorways where a group of blades rip em apart. His leadership is a example of the right way to handle the mines. Drogo makes use of his cat form to comically outrun the lumbering Ogres-buying the party time in one tight spot, while Mercas uses his formidable magic to finish the boss fight. I thought it great fun. I purchase a shield from the unnamed guild and to date still owe 1200 coin on it.
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Dear Mother and Father,
I wert most sorry to hear that old boxer, mine old donkey hast past on in thy latest letter. He wert mine dear friend and companion on many a run from Luck to Haven and back. I hath not the heart to even consider purchasing another animal for the time being. Mine new shield tis a marvel and all that I hath hoped it to be. Its divine light lights the darkness well and mine torch hast long since been cast to the waste barrel. I stay in Hlint these long days, meditating on the Lord Protector. Sole exception being a brief foray to visit Farmer Part with Ifion of Aregen and Praylor the warrior. Farmer Part exceggerates his problem with his scarecrows o're much methinks. Verily, naught a one couldst be found despite his protestations to the contrary. The hours grew long and I wert forced to depart from thier company afore nightfall, but Ifion swore to return later with Praylor. I wilst pray for the successful rid of Farmer Part's problem and if thou mindest not for thou as well. The All Seeing watch o're you.
All my love,
Your son, Daniel.
//reference as to why Daniel doesn't use pack ox's, they just end up dead most times. Ifion, Darren, Praylor, and Daniel set out for Rilara to help Praylor with Farmer Part. We must have caused the trigger to fail as there were no Scarecrows at Farmer parts to help with even though Praylor recieved the quest.
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Dear Mother and Father,
I am humbled yet again, not by strength of arm, but by the spirit of those who dwell in Hlint. Disparaged and alone, The Lady Tegan once again raised mine soul to the light with an offer to go exploring in the wood. Later on I banded with more like minded and went amining in Haven. Both forays wert fruitful and pleasant. The Explorer's of Mistone set out again to explore the mountains south and to find an entrance to the underdark. Both initial goals wert successful, but relatively uneventful. We continued apace as a group and soon found ourselves deep in eyebeast terrritory, I know not where. A foolish move on mine own part, I rushed at three of the eyebeasts afore thinking it through, I scarce hadst time to think on it afore I fell. My spirit lingered wherein I fell, some hope that I might be revived. Seeing mine companions anguish at mine unreleased death and without the means to reviveth me, I released mine hold and found mineself standing in the light of the bindstone in Hlint weakened yet whole. The soul mother claimed me not, Rofirein be praised! I retired for a time to praise and reflect. Upon my return, Master Exodus and Miss Lilly sought brave souls for the Battle Fens. Meeting up with Freldo in Port Hampshire we smote lizardmen and trolls of all colors alike. A master Kavil wert with us as well. Lyle and Aeryn completeth our party. I performed some small duty for Miss Lilly by portering her ore to the crafthall. Miss Lilly replaced her old Bronze plate with new of Iron and soldeth me her old armor. Twill take some work, but the old wilst become mine new. Alas, now I but owe the unnamed and Miss Lilly some thousands coin. I tire of the pauper role, but wilst not give over helping those lessor than mineself, despite the costs. Hard work be the answer and true heart the way as thou hast taught me , father.
Rofirein Bless thee both.
All mine love,
your son, Daniel.
//Daniel misses Exploring the past for the first time in 4 sessions due to RL and I'm bummed. Tegan helps out with a trip to Rilara and Haven. Exploring Mistone 2 takes place. Later I travel with Feldo, Miss Lilly Dartforth, Exodus Stonecutter, and others into the Battle Fens. Afterwards, I help Miss Lilly carry platinum ore and she sells me her old armor. Its a lot short. Hopefully Daniel can get it altered to fit.
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Daniel takes up paper and quill to write another letter to his folks. Upon pressing the tip to paper, Daniel closes his eyes in concentration, trying to clear it of the intolerance, hostility, and rudeness he has seen the last few days in Hlint and replace those images with the happy children of Roldem, playing with the "swords" of sticks and shields of wood Daniel provided them with. With such thoughts in his mind Daniel offers up a prayer: "Mine Dear Lord Protector, hear mine prayer, pray let tolerance and temperance fill those without such, let understanding and compassion be with those who art bereft of such. Bless all who wouldst do good and make stumble those who would do evil. Bring justice and knowledge to those who art in need of it, and for mineself and thy followers, grant peace to our hearts , so that our toils wilst be fruitful not hurtful."
Heart and head at peace Daniel writes to his parents:
Dear Mother and Father,
I writeth thee with a peaceful heart and good spirit. Mine journey continues on the path of the Lord Protector and I be most glad of it. In days past, I hath travelled with mine new friend, Praylor of Toran, and Shamur. We tempted fate by exploring Storan's Crypt and wert almost undone. Praylor fell, but returneth to his grave for complete recovery. Mainly by strength of arm, Shamur bested the mummies therein as mine weapon of iron wert useless against thier dead flesh. Praylor saved mineself from the rot the mummies inflict by using his divine grace to remove that sickness from mine flesh. We fled the crypt as soon as we wert able. I returneth later with M'lady Tegan and others. Darkchild attempteth to swallow his anger and join us, but it grew o're much for him to bear and he broke off. Mine respect grows for him for his restraint and I wish him peace of heart. Mayhap the affections of Tegan art having the desired effect of happiness for his soul. I pray it be so. The second foray went as well as the first, which is to say, I foundeth mineself under the light of the bindstone in Hlint once again. Foresight and aid alloweth me to fully recover quickly afore I retire for the eve.
All mine Love,
Your son, Daniel.
//slow weekend really, but some fun rp in Hlint and a trip to Storan's Crypt for the first time. Ash Willo: the dire wolf was a blast, its too bad some players are taking things a bit too far IMHO. I'll leave out names to protect the innocent, I'm sure you know who you are. Might I suggest some rl enjoyment for a while to gain perspective - unplug.
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Bitter tears well in Daniel's eyes as he contemplates his folly alone. Surrounded by flowers behind the bank of Hlint, Daniel laments his foolish heart and lack of discipline. "Twas that tart Drawna, foulest temptress of mine lord's enemy Xeen that leadeth mineself down the road of temptation with her wiles" Daniel mutters to himself out of earshot of the usual groups that hang about the bank in Hlint. Shaking his head from side to side, not believing his own words, "Nay, I wilst not think or say such of she, for sooth what hast she done but to offer herself to me and I treateth her caddishly with talk of mine discipline and a moment later, in a moment of weakness, I kiss her lips and feel her full presense pressed upon mine chest." Daniel wipes the tears away from his cheeks and smiles at the memory. Looking to the skies above, he frowns, shakes his fist and shouts the question angrily "Mine Lord Hast thou not felt the emptiness of lying alone, wherein the heart cries out and naught answers? Hast thou a companion in thy unearthly home? Pray , giveth me a sign, Canst Love over come all or be what they say true - I be but a fool? I am doomed, M'Lord Protector , for I hath feeling for a Xeenite and I confess mine weakness!" Pausing a moment and gathering his reserve, Daniel sets his jaw, not with pride, but with determination. Falling to his knees and raising his hands in prayer. "I cry thy pardon, Mine Lord Protector, thy path is not one of loneliness for thou art with me always. It is I who turn from thee, never thee from mineself. I seeth that now. Forgive me. As for the Lady Drawna, the xeenite, pray watch over her as you wouldst me. I wilst continue to care for her, but as a sister and friend, if such be possible. If the thou art willing, mine dear Lord Protector, mayhap some day we wilst be promised and canst share the gifts of each other, until then I wilst follow thy ways and await thy commands." With his feelings and thoughts confessed and sorted Daniel rises and rejoins the other Dragon Called at the benches.
//gotta resolve this somehow. Jaleels gone and blabbed the whole thing in his journal. Hope this isn't to 'adult'. I'll keep it a chaste love as it were in the courts of old- no hanky panky. I imagine it will anger and frustrate Drawna some. If Drawna feels the same, then Daniel will have a hard choice to make. Should make for some good drama though - a rofirenite and a xeenite? EGADS!! :)
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Small sparks and bits fly away as hammer strokes strike molten copper on the anvil. Heat, strike, reheat and strike, the work is exhausting both mentally and physically. Daniel's arms grow tired, but his mind remains fresh and focused. Slowly with care, the metal nuggets in the tongs take the rectangular shapes under the blows to that of true shining ingots of copper. Relief floods Daniel's frame as the peices cool and he sees it is complete. "Tis good to focus on creation of such instead of destruction" Casting his thoughts backward as the metal cools further, Daniel sees in his minds eye a warrior in golden plate, weilding a large mace and shield smashing skeletons down. The warrior, disciplined and graceful, dances with death. Thrust, parry, block, feint right and left; the skeletons claws do no more than scratch the bronze surface of his mail, but the mace head literally smashes thier bony bodies to bits with each blow. The Warriors purpose becomes clearer as he gathers the bits of knuckle bone and places them in a plain wooden box. Coming back to the present and putting the two thoughts together offers Daniel a insight into his current plight of the heart. "Tis a balance," says he to himself, lost in thought, "it taketh both parts, light and darkness, discipline and chaos to be a whole." Smiling, Daniel scoops up the two perfect copper ingots and places them in his pack. "I shalt atempt mine poor fletching skills anew with these" he says to himself as he makes his way to the crafthall in Hlint.
//Daniel is attempting some crafting skills. For no other reason, than to have a full apreciation for the craftsperson who made his sword or any of the tools of the warrior trade. He has yet to successfully craft any type of arrows, but will keep trying. Daniel will be focusing on smelting ores to ingots for the time being. I think he made Level 2 in basic crafting, but I'm not real sure. I only have a 50 % chance to do most things with copper now. :( At least the red light caverns are relatively close and not deadly to traverse. A big thanks to Barion, Dalan, and Praylor for helping explore the crafthall machinery more in depth. I promise not to strike or kick any of the machinery again. Its too bad Daniel is a big wool head and can't remember a whole lot.
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"...ation!" Daniel curses loudly as his finely wrought ingot of copper is twisted to slag in the device. Throwing his hands in air, Daniel storms out of the crafthall. "Nay again wilst I begrudge the vendor a coin for his arrows, never!" Muttering, Daniel rips the ox pack from Bessie's back and begins throwing bits and pieces into a nearby waste barrel. "Bah, I shouldst pawn some of this, but no matter, Its weight groweth most tiresome" Daniel's hands grasp the spare pick and a smile slowly forms on his face. "aye, time to go a mining methinks" His pack nearly empty, Daniel makes for Red Light in the company of Room, who has asked for instruction in the smelting of copper. Together they make thier way down, down to the bottom to mine the copper there.
Dear Mother and Father,
I pray thou art well enough, tis been a bit of a slow time as I mineth the copper and maketh weapon runs for Officer Kit of Haven. I hath but one weapon left to gather for her, a shortbow of Oak. As I lack the skill to fashion one, myself, I hath commisioned one to be made by Elgon. Office Kit hath promised me a reward for mine efforts, I wondereth what it shall be? No matter, mine duty is clear in this. I must confess mine feelings for a Lady of Hlint, one Drawna by name. We hath not met again for some while, and I pine somewhat for her company. We art but friends, methinks, but I pray for more. Haveth no fear, Father, for I wilst be a gentleman in this and dishonor thee not.
All mine love,
Daniel
//Exploring the past
"Fools and pawns we be!, Blast and bother, a keeper and his lackey wilst see us commit murder on the behest of the Vine no less! I WILST NOT HAVE IT! By the Lord Protector, mine party conspires with the vine to no good end." Daniel laments to the sky, "Help me to see the way of this, All Seeing, for such is dark to mine eyes." "Mine party thinketh they be crafty and outwit the enemy, I feareth it be we who art undone with our own lies and deceit!" *sighs* " I hath but one path to follow in this: To be true to mine comrades, and trust in thy wisdom, Mine Lord Protector." Furious, but under control, Daniel listens to the plan of his companions to substitute Miss Lilly for Christine in a murder most foul.
//12 hours of play time in Saturday, its a wonder I 'm still married. :P a fine pickel we are in in Kathay. Daniel likes none of it. No chance to rp anything out with Drawna either. Did meet some new characters - Raine, Room, Berry, and Glenn. Note to self, gotta pay off the 1200 to the unnamed as soon as I can. Coin and I just can't seem to meet often enough. I am closer to 10th than 9th now though!
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A fierce grin forms unbidden on Daniel's face as he views the long line of fighters, paladins, clerics, and wizards that have assembled to aid his brother, Mandalorian Lionsmane, recover from a fall in Storan's Crypt. Some twenty in all, such camaraderie and willingness to help has not been seen by Daniel in a long while and it renews his faith in the dragon called. With such power at their disposal, the band makes a quick job of it and disbands shortly thereafter. "Care for a trip to Dregar?, Dora and I are making a run." offered by Rain Darsus gives Daniel pause. This Ranger whom Daniel has grown to respect and admire deserves no less than a resounding "Aye, I wilst go with thee.". "We will go by portal from my house." Says Rain. "In Krandor." A short trip later, Daniel is offered a tour. Being polite, Daniel does not mention that Elgon gave the same tour earlier when he sold Daniel a bow of oak. "Tis a beautiful home." he says instead and it is. Cozy, functional, the sort of home, Daniel would like to have as his own someday. More so is the ease in which its occupants move about and interact with each other. More like a family, than a trading guild. A bit of nostalgia strikes as Daniel quietly tiptoes across Raine's bedroom. Sonya and the twins are sleeping. "ah, to be home again." He thinks to himself. Settling into a comfortable sofa in the library, Daniel is amazed at how seemingly well off Dora of Toran has become. He says so, but with her usual modesty and reserve, Dora merely offers a polite Thank you.
What follows is journey to Dregar of which Daniel can only ascribe to a dream filled with giants, danger, a dervish of fighter and exotic beauty, named Jade Willow, and possibly the largest guild hall he has ever beheld. His dream is ended at the portal back to Hlint. Making his way to his ox, Daniel sighs and says quietly , “Bessie, I'm home.”
//thanks for the tour and the run through the Forest of Mists and the Desert. It was my first through Dregar. As Daniel said, he is not as well travelled as others. I'm a bit tired so please forgive the obvious shorthand account of last night. I'm not ready to forgo all sleep just yet. :P :)
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Releasing a contented sigh, Daniel inhales the scent left in the air by Drawna. “Ah, mine love, thy sweet fragrance lingers in mine nose and heart.” Smiling, Daniel pulls out a quill and parchment and begins to painstakingly write out a letter to his folks.
Dear Mother and Father,
It has been a few weeks since I last wrote, and I have news of some import. Milady Drawna has agreed, at least by her actions, to consider my affections. By the sound of Master Bard Lyle's ministrations of violin and voice, I offered her a choice of colored roses. Red for my love and affections and blue for her own choosing and friendship. She chose the red!! I am so happy, I told her that I would surrender my dream of Paladin hood for her hand! I learned many things about Drawna this eve. She has a brother, Alaric, whom she speaks highly of, in Pranzis. I can tell by her bearing that her upbringing surpasses my own. Her tastes and style are of impeccable quality. I believe her to be of some noble birth or at least of highly placed gentry or merchant. I told her of my eldest brother , Stephan and of you and father and the business of woolens in Luck.
I also met a lady friend of hers while passing through Hlint, I recall not her name, but by her tone and bearing she and my love, have a bit of history. I will say no more on that lest I be accused of being a gossip. Suffice it to say, I was a bit uncomfortable as they made their exchanges. We made our way to a semi secret place at my behest. A small park that lies off Haven Castle. Her head on my shoulder and my hand in hers, we discussed many things of import to us both well into the night.
If there be one thing I fear of all this, it be the rejection of my brother, Jaleel. He witnessed Milady Drawna and my exchanges and said nothing. By his manner , I would say he disapproves, but will withhold my belief in this until by words he condems my choice. Be happy for and with me, my beloved mama and papa, for today I sought and found a soul that is my complement.
All my love,
Your son,
Daniel
Daniel carefully folds the parchment into a scroll and seals it with a bit of wax, pressing his signet ring of a shield and sword into the sealed wax. He places the scroll into his pack to be given to Postmaster Vale upon his return to Hlint.
As the moon rises above the hills to the east, Daniel is seen kneeling before the pond, hand raised in supplication. “Mine Lord Protector, I thank thee for the happiness you have brought to mineself. I pray that thee be merciful and filleth me with the wisdom to honor both ye and mine heart.” Daniel can be seen in prayer until the sun breaks the eastern sky.
//good rp last night with Drawna. I just read the notice from Orth on appropriate behavior for this server. If this gets out of line in any way, a heads up before banning would be appreciated. :P
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Dear Mother and Father,
I struggle to learn elvish from mine Captain, Rain Darsus. I knoweth not of ye will approve, and I struggle mightily with its curious twisting of phrases and its flowing descriptions. Captain Rain insists that a wool head such as mineself, canst learn the tongue; it will just take longer and more work. To be able to tell Friend Drogo in his own tongue of my thankfulness and respect wouldst be a joy to me. By the Lord Protector, I will bend mine discipline to this task until it be done.
A few days ago, I traveled with a stout band led by Captain Rain to a place called the unnamed dungeon. We smote umber hulks, hook horrors, and xorn with disciplined ranks until we descended unto the third level of that place. What followed wert a living nightmare. I say living because I survived the encounter, but many of mine comrades did not. The telling of mine survival be one of the Lord Protectors grace to fools and a bit of luck. Mine party did engage vampires on that third level and a first all seemeth to go well. As be common in battle, the tide turneth quickly, and our front line wert smote to the earth by foul summonings and lightnings. I, acting in the capacity of gatherer and archer in the rear of the procession saw them fall afore I could react. I endeavored to save what few I could, pouring mine last potions down their lifeless bodies until stuck by one of the foul vampires mineself. I lay, hovering on the edge of the soul mother's embrace for several long moments, until by miracle, I wert strong enough to rise again to my feet. Mine companions long undone, I flew upwards to the relative safety of the halls. Therein I rested and bandaged mineself as best I could and pondered mine position. Undeath behind me, many umber hulks afore me, I cowered child like in those halls until my shame overcame my cowardice. Peaking out of my hole, I aspied several creatures, many hulks and horrors in the next cave. Rallying my courage, I bade my legs to carry me forward into battle and flight. I evaded the mob of those towering creatures dispatching one who followed, and hid yet again in a small break in the wall. Sounds of another battle reached mine ears and footfalls of a light foot shortly thereafter. An female elvish voice cried out the words of magic, and mine heart leapt for joy, twas Lady Tegan! I wert delivered. With her came Darkchild, one whom which I be ill abused to call a friend, but whom deserveth mine respect for his actions that day. By Lady Tegan's skills summoned great beings of light to fight for us and her weavings encased me in protective magics. I returned with her and Darkchild to the depths, fighting with sword and shield for mine comrades safe return. Friend Drogo foundeth his stone first and for a time, I fought alongside him. Next, Captain Rain, and Amon foundeth their stones and restoreth their good health. Brother Praylor and Glenn remaineth undone and refuseth the aid of Tegan, their stones lying in the entrance of the vampire lair. With none left willing to venture down, we made for Hlint.
I sat with friend Praylor's ghost for several moments afore I took note of a heated verbal exchange between Akki and Ke near the benches. Praylor and I made sport of the exchange in whispered fashion, noting points to one lady then the other as the language went from rude to worse. As I dwell on mine behavior, I fear misconduct on mine part in encouraging such, even if unknownst to the Ladies. It be most unbecoming of a knight to engage in such methinks. Mostly due to the mere taint of such an exchange inevitably encourages poor behavior on the part of the viewer. In the end, both clasped hands in a friendly rival fashion and spoke of a duel in Velensk with a splitting of profits betwixt the two of them for tickets. Friend Praylor whispered that he should very much like two tickets in a joking manner. I misheard the volume his bequest wert spoken in and spoke loudly on the matter striking the ire of Ke and calling upon mineself some abusive terms such as “berk”. I sincerely wish now, that I had called it a night earlier and left all of the exchange undone. In the end, we didst not purchase tickets, but promised to watch the board at the Inn most carefully for an announcement of the duel. Pray Lord Protector keepeth me away from all such “Ladies” in the future. Having seen the sharp side of both tongues, I wish none of it upon mineself again!
If mine tales hast not alarmed ye overmuch, twill be a blessing. I must retire now and cleanse mine thoughts in prayer.
All my love,
Your son, Daniel
//wow what a night! Rain confirms agreeing to teach Daniel Elvish so I thought I'd better get some words down to that effect here. What I thought was a stout band attempts the unnamed dungeon and we get our rear ends handed to us. I should have paid more attention , when Rhynn decided not to go, citing Vampires as her least favorite critter -WARNING DANGER!!. Har! Tegan saves my bacon, literally *sighs* again. The funniest part of the evening was the Akki / Ke verbal bout. Praylor and myself could not stop laughing or watching that awesome display! I tip my hat to you both! I will say for the record that while they definitely pushed the boundaries of decency, it was a most hilarious display, not once was a line crossed just bent .. a little. maybe. I wasn't offended in the least. bah, it was good stuff :)!
ok Mr. Darkstorme send me a pm telling me what I said wrong this time – darn verb tense. -rolls eyes good naturedly.
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“Aeynn Celea, shafali” says Daniel to Rain. “Thank in water, teacher?” replies Rain paraphrasing what Daniel said in Elven. Daniel groans as slowly the realization of what he thought was thank you teacher was butchered and mispronounced. “Nay, I spoke to thank you.” He replies. Rain partially smiles and says “keep trying, Daniel, Elvish is one of the hardest languages to learn.” To himself, Rain mutters, “ his willingness to work is there, I just don't know if he'll ever get those verb tenses right”, Rain turns to leave, in a hurry as always to get back to Sonya and the twins. “Fare thee well, Captain Rain.” Daniel waves goodbye.
//sometime later
“Hold the line!” Daniel screams through his helmet as a horde of ogres rushes at the party. Pivoting with military proficiency he summons the innate protective powers his helm and directs them to settle on Malammanyeel Laleam'willnyam, Mala for short, who is cautiously hanging towards the rear, as Daniel requested. As her skin shifts to brown hues, Daniel nods in satisfaction and turns to the rushing horde. “Time for a bit of the game!” Daniel yells out his favorite battle roar as he steps forward into the press. His longsword making a brutal gash in the throat of the nearest ogre, Daniel pivots bringing the weight of his shield on his left arm into an arc, blocking a descending club and driving his longsword its full length into another brute. The surprised brute falls instantly a moment later releasing his sword as Mala's spell strikes it full force in the chest with a rush of sparks. Foes down, Daniel turns to look at “his” line. Praylor of Toran stands ready to his right and Drawna ,her beautiful face shining from the excitement of battle, to his left. Both have felled their ogres. Several more form an almost perfect line of defense anchored by the cliff wall. Dora is walking from warrior to warrior casting heal spells and the scouts are already out attempting to draw the next wave towards the group. “Ye hath made me proud this day – well done! “ Nodding his thanks to Dora, Daniel takes note of the wounded and sets to bandaging them as best he can. Pausing before Mala he tells her, “A bit more, and thy prize of oil whilst be in hand, Mala, now, standeth still, this may tickle a bit” as he sets to binding her small wound. “The Lord Protector willing, we whilst do this with no casualties” Daniel mutters to himself as he finishes. Daylight fades as the party ascends further into the Grey's, Daniel's shield and Praylor casting a circle of light in the front, a beacon for them to follow.
//a fun weekend. I know this thread is titled, letters .. but for simplicity I'm keeping it all together. I'm enjoying the attempt at storytelling. Daniel continues to struggle to learn the elvish tongue. If a moderator is reading this - for the record Daniel has a 10 INT. I'm going on faith in Hellblazer's say so that if I keep trying long enough, I will be able to learn Elvish. If this is not true at all, please pm me. I'm open but loathe to using my next stat increase to an INT point, but will do so to learn elvish. I really need the strength more. On a good note, Daniel makes 10th lvl this past weekend. I put more into healing(2) and discipline(1) and take improved critical longsword.
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Sunra, Oclar 1, 1404, 14:09:45
Hlint, Mistone
Dear Mother and Father,
I hope this missive finds thee hail and whole still. Mine latest adventures here hath filled me with a quiet confidence in friend's and mine own ability. Not with pride, nay, such wouldst be folly, but with true appreciation of the gifts of friendship and skill the Lord Protector hast bestowed upon me and min e brothers and sisters.
It were Brother Jaleel, I believeth who organized the expedition. Sooth, it were but two days ago I spoke of Captain Garent's request to quell the lizard uprising in the moors to the east, but he, being ever thoughtful, kept mine comment foremost in his thoughts and acted upon it. I spoke also of seeking aid in this, but gave it over soon thereafter to aid another as be mine duty in Rofirein. When I left the inn after a most refreshing sleep some two days later, Jaleel had Balazar, and Praylor ready to aid me in the quest! “Ah, there you are.” He sayest to me, “ I have been waiting for you so that we may complete your quest.” If ever a man deserveth honor for service, it be he. I be most grateful to have such a friend and brother in faith.
A short time later, we completeth out party with Malor, Tyrian, Brother Mandalorian, Sister Mylindra, and Master Witseeker. The journey through the high moors was most tiresome. Lizard man shamans blasted mine party with lightnings most hurtful afore they couldst be struck with fire or blade. We persevered, but in truth, I despaired at moments of our discipline; and as good as it was it had want to be better. In the end, the chieftain's head was given liberty and we fled his abode whole in number.
Upon our safe return to Hlint, Brother Mandalorian asketh for aid in retrieving the ashes for a little girl in Krandor. As loyalty begets honor, I agreed to help. Master Ozymandias, mayhap ye have heard of him? If not, he is an ancient elven bard, lored and wise, yet I fear something in him, a darkness or worse.*the last letter is slightly skewed as if the writer loses himself in thought for a moment before finishing* I digress, Master Ozymandias, agreed to travel with us to Krandor. He spoke of many things as he was want to do, but lastly broke off of from mine party , saying “If I were to join you in the crypts , you would see the true horrors it holds”. I believeth what he said were truth and bade him well. He graced us with his weaving of magic, to protect and to enhance our blades and went off to his own business. Our journey through the crypts remaineth a nightmare to mine waking eyes, dissolving skeletons, desiccators, and skeletal mages assaulted us from every corner afore the prize was taken and returned. Discipline was maintained and all escaped with life and limb.
If I have not scared ye both to an early grave, I will leave ye with these facts. I be well and in good health, surrounded by friends and stout comrades. My path in the Lord Protector clear and laid in front of me as stones lain in the path to the courthouse.
All my love,
Thy son, Daniel.
Daniel carefully folds and seal the letter with his signet ring of a shield surrounding a sword. He give the letter to Postmaster Vale for delivery. “The Poetr's of Luck, Mistone, good sir”.
As he walks back to the Inn for a quiet pint, Daniel remembers other events. Namely the argument with Jaleel over his involvement with Drawna. Frowning slightly, Daniel asks for forgiveness for his harsh words. “Sooth, they were spoken in anger and meant little outside of a gage to the depth of feeling I hath in the matter”. Daniel sighs at the thought of his love, her presence absent of late and missed.
Another image forms in Daniel's mind. Himself kneeling before Sister Serissa, confessing his love for the Xeenite, Drawna and asking for her blessing. Sister is reluctant and cautions Daniel on the folly of his love, but in the end is compassionate. The blessing granted, Sister confessed a secret back to Daniel. Her true love be not Barion, as some would guess, but a man whom both Daniel and Serissa honor greatly. He who has gifted her with a belt beyond price. She tells him that she is worried, some point of law, but what is law compared to the leanings of the heart? Daniel shakes his head and thinks no more of it lest his very thoughts be stolen. He has given his word to reveal the name to no-one and unto death shall keep his vow.
//just putting some events to paper. I was pleasantly surprised last night when Jaleel /Taz organized a party for my benefit and few others. I read in another posting that a base 12 INT is needed to learn another language, but this was not confirmed by a gm in the thread so I don't know its veracity. I'm hoping the counter argument of using skill points for a language is valid or my original assumption of extra time will hold true. *crosses fingers* Maybe a compromise like a half elfs ability to understand the language, but not speak it. Dunno. I'll probably be disapointed later when I request the language ear. Enough on that - I should just ask the question and be done with it.
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A single tear slides down and comes to rest on the end of his long mustache as Daniel stares into the pond. Clutching a crumpled note to his chest, Daniel sighs and recalls the words written there. “There are things I must do in Dregar. It will be some time before I return. Drawna” A spasm of pain crosses his face and he rises quickly to his feet. “Nary an explanation or expression of true feeling in it” he says frowning. Daniel begins pacing a slow military march back and forth for a time, letting the comforting routine of it sooth his heart and nerves. As he walks, his thoughts slow and he repeats his promise “Always and anon, I grant her freedom to go where she wished, never didst I cage her spirit and never would dwell on its capture. For sooth, I believeth that in time she wilst return to me of her own free will or not at all, mine Lord Protector willing”. Smiling at that thought, Daniel places the now crumpled note with another bit of paper, this last bearing strange flowing script and a crude drawing of a ring, a ring of twisted gold and blue stone. The script reads “E ils el ceela ameanir aey Drawna” Tucking both ito his left breastplate Daniel says softly, “Aye, I shall hold mine heart's desire in her for that future day.”
Threas, Decilar 19, 1404
Dear Mother and Father,
I must confess to a poor spirit whilst writing, for mine love, Drawna hast left me to journey in Dregar for a time. But for the constant presence of Mine Lord Protector, my heart be empty of joy for her absence. Further poor showing in field of battle, reduced mine life by another thread. Grim news indeed, but fear not, over half of mine life remains still.
I labor at metal crafting of late and lessons in elvish continue. I must laugh at mineself for my elvish be poor at best and soundeth like the utterance of an orc even unto mine own ears. The All Seeing take pity on Captain Rain's sensibilities in the matter, for he be a most patient instructor. Of the crafting, mine labors wield me arrowheads and naught else. I was able to sell some of mine work to the Freelancers for a fee so mayhap twas time well spent.
I met the sister of a dear friend the other day, Tarrna Falcus be her name. She is a daughter of Toran and as such she be welcomed as a sister and friend. Praylor faileth to mention her afore and after I spent the day with her I knoweth why – He fears for her virtue, for her purity wilst attract all manner of scoundrel. As is mine duty, I will protect and nurture her until the day she canst defend herself from such miscreants.
Brother Jaleel hast been strangely absent of late. He confessed to mineself that he had fallen in battle several times and that some half a dozen of those fellings, the soul mother claimeth her portion. Such tales saddened me further, for without his counsel and sharp wit, I wouldst be prone to all manner of foolishness. Still, one must accept the inevitability of one's final rest with the All Seeing. To deny the soul mother her right is to deny the life served itself and wouldst lessen the value of both.
The light dims and mine thoughts stray so I will bid ye both farewell. Lord Protector keep ye from harm.
All my love,
Your son, Daniel
//got a note from Drawna, she's going away for a time. Got waxed showing Tarrna around Mistone and lost a thread that makes 4 down 6 left. Worked on a commision for the Freelancers to make copper arrowheads. See this thread: http://www.layonaraonline.com/forums/forums/thread-view.asp?tid=29465&posts=3&start=1
Also had a brief in game session with Rain in elvish. I don't have my notes here, but learned teacher, hello, and thank you in elvish. plug plug plug away at it
I think I will have to cut back on the Layo cool aid for a while. All I can taste anymore is Layo flavors and I need to re balance my personal life a bit. :)
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Satari, Jenra 21, 1405
Dear Mother and Father,
I writeth with a joy in mine heart. I hath been accepted to the Angels, a guild based in Krandor and led by Kyle Pandorn. Sooth it be more of a family, than guild, and I am most glad that it is so. Mine first task – work copper into shields and mayhap armor. It be most tiresome work and my skill be poor in it. I seeth many forays to the Red Light Caverns and Sielwood for copper. I attempted to work bronze, but all mine work was for naught. All burneth in the forge fire to ash. Still, mine determination to be of use to my new family is undaunted. I will work harder.
Elvish continues to elude me. Mine tongue be a clumsy instrument in its crafting of tense and verb. Some words I hath learned:
Anirilln – Thank
aey – you
anilnyriam – teacher
Tis slow going, for this elvish slips and flits bout mind and ear and I forget almost as much as I learn.
I learned a bit about Miss Jennara, Heart of the Dragon and Knight of the Wyrm, the other day. I founeth her and Mylindra, Jaleel, and Praylor at the benches. I made tea for all and we spoke of manner things afore we maketh a journey to Sielwood. One topic was guilds and membership to such. Brother Jaleel feeleth such alliances art a conflict with the vows of the faithful; Miss Jennara feeleth a bit different on the matter and stated that she belonged to a guild herself! Twas a statement that easeth mine mind and quieted Brother's lamentations. We had sharp words one to another on it, but in the end, an uneasy truce in the matter came about. I pray to the Lord Protector that Jaleel accept in time mine feelings on such matters.
I see by the posting in the Wild Surge Inn, that another year hast past. By mine reckoning, I be some 24 winters old now and have spent 4 years of mine life in Hlint.
All my Love,
Thy Son, Daniel
//self explanatory I think.
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Mulnari, Junar 2, 1405.
Hlint, Mistone
Dear Mother and Father,
Ye pardon's for the length of time since mine last letter. I hath been most busy working the forge on behalf of mine new family, Illvacla eo El'Wilmlayla, Angels or In'Darsus, as Rain informeth me. That be our guilds name. Most fortunate for me that I learneth elvish, else its pronunciation be impossible. Other elvish I hath learned:
Omealw – Friend
Omealwla – Friends
To say hello friends – Iracce omealwla
I learneth the words, but as the snail crosses the path. Alas, I hath not the life span of an elf, and despair of ever learning its mysteries in full.
I must mention an act of kindness that hast befallen me. Friend Drogo, Omealw Drogo, gifted mineself with the enchantment of shocking on mine sword. Whenst I strike, mine enemies feel its bite. Twas a kindness I shan't forget.
Friend Dalan, and another Warrior, Jako, hath joined our family. I am shamed to admit, both surpasseth mine own meager skills some two fold in metal work, but I wilst press on in the application.
Naught else but the forge for mineself. I wilst seek out some adventure soon, afore mine spirit despair of caverns and smoky forges.
Mine heart lieth quiet in mine chest. No missive from Drawna and I hath not seen Brother Jaleel in o're a month. I pray for them both, may the Lord Protector keepeth them both safe.
Most shocking of all, a female warrior of the bow, an Ellis, sought to 'take' me bodily to be her mate. Captain Rain, saveth me with his quick thinking and a concealing spell. I feareth no man, but Drawna scorned be mine death, to be sure.
All mine Love,
Thy son, Daniel
//work work work work work work. ok it pays well, but oh for some adventure! The guild did make a run to Haven once or twice so that was fun. Smelting is almost to lvl 6, almost to level 2 in weapons and armor. Tinkering lvl 5, and carpentry lvl 2. Sad, but true. I need to boost my strength and intelligence with some items. Time to spend some of that guild gold. :)
edited to correct guild name and meaning.
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Daniel pulls a bit of parchment from his pack and dips his quill in ink:
Mulnari, Seplar 23, 1405
to do:
Deposit guild money's with Rain or at guildhall
transfer armors to chests at Guild Hall
Gather clay for ring and amulet molds
Make ring and amulet molds
“that be enough for a weeks work methinks.” Daniel sets the quill aside and gathers his tools and equipment and sets out for Krandor from Hlint.
//sometime that evening about the time of the hangings
Daniel kneels to pray in a secluded spot close to Haven Castle. The scent of possies and daisies scent the air while slow currents swirl in the nearby pond. Stone hovers protectively in columns on either side of him as he begins his prayer, “Vigilance be mine shield, protect me from a squalid past, knowledge be mine weapon, in which I carve a path to an enlightened future. Lord Protector, I swore an oath to thee obey mine superiors, yet the heart be rended most sore o're the executions in Pranzis. Captain Duval calleth for restraint and temperance but I feeleth thy priests art suspect of collaboration with the," he pauses and swallows hard,"ruler of Pranzis and I canst not fathom thy design in this. Grant me thy wisdom or failing that, thy peace so that I may know thy chosen path. “ Closing his eyes, Daniel remembers Freldo's laughter at most everything and Jharl's admittance of a Xeenite lover. Most important of all, he recalls their character, kindness, and goodness. Tears flow as his shoulder's hunch in grief, “Farewell friends, “ he whispers to himself, letting go. Opening his eyes, Daniel sees a wonder, as he prayed a small red rose grew up between the daisies right in front of him. Nodding to himself, Daniel gently plucks the rose from its spot. “Thy sign Lord Protector?",he asks as he glances upward,"thank you,” he whispers in reverent awe wiping the tears away. “I knoweth not what will happen this day, but I accept thy will, Mine Lord Protector. I see it now, mine heart hast held naught but bitterness for that do..general and pride in mine own doings and that must change afore I canst truly understand thy justice.”
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Carefully dipping a rag into a mix of vinegar and water, Daniel carefully removes the dirt and blood from his equipment. Laid out on a chest in 138 Krandor, he takes stock of his belongings: an enchanted iron longsword and shield, an oak longbow with some two dozen bronze tipped arrows, a pair of gloves, a couple of rings, old green boots, bear cloak along with a plain belt, battered golden plate mail, a bag of various tools, and a spare set of robes in Angel guild colors completes his small pile of possessions. “It be not much for show for 5 years of service but mayhap those gifts art of the heart and mind” Daniel ponders a bit on this thought and smiles, “Aye, that be the way of it.” Snatching up his well used sword and shield quickly he goes through some combat routines. The blade and shield an extension of his will and they move through space in fluid movements. His calloused hands grip both firmly yet with the flexibility to parry and slash in but an eye's blink. As he comes into a defensive stance, shield at the front, sword poised for a mighty downward slash, a letter is dislodged from his gear. It floats gently to the floor, wherein Daniel bends and picks it up gently. Frowning he mutters, “Wherefore didst I forget this?” He opens the seal and reads:
Sunra, Decilar 1, 1405
Milady Drawna,
How I miss thee so, tis been many months...
Tears fill his eyes and he quickly reseals the letter, forcing back a sob. “Nay, I will not pine o're that which cannot be helped, she will return or no, in her own time.” Daniel sighs and places the letter back in his pack, to be delivered as soon as he is able. He quickly repacks his gear and heads outside, whistling for Bessie, his ox, “come along old girl, we hath ore to mine.”
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A small collection of thoughts on paper, stuffed together along with lists and letters lies stuffed in a cougar bag. A newly written note lies on top.
Tunar, Febra 3, 1406
Wondrous news, Milady Drawna hast been spotted in Mistone! Captain Rain spoke of meeting her most recent. *Daniel pulls out the ring made by Mercas and a red rose* It hast been o’re a year now, love, since thee left, I wonder if thou even remembereth me? No matter, *a pained look crosses Daniel’s face*, what tales shall thou tell, what adventures hast thou had? I be most eager to heareth such.
Master Kyle and Milady Ferrit hath new member to our family, Cole Pandorn. I beheld the child some days past whenst Kyle gaveth Ferrit some respite. Tis a handsome baby and most welcome. Sooth, I feeleth the uncle role in his life.
Elvish words and phrases- compilation to date
Anirillan : Teacher
Anirilln aey : thank you
Iracce: Hello
Iream ilma aey: How are you?
E ils el ceela ameanir aey : I am in in love with you. (painstakingly gleaned from books and Rhynn’s notes from Kaya //exploring the past for a very specific purpose)
To do:
Findeth Drawna.
Asketh her a question.
Giveth her this ring.
Mine ore and practice smithing
// 11th level now, Spend most of my time, mining/smithing Trips to Dregar for materials for the guild. Elvish goes very slowly. I figure with Int bumps at 12th and 16th lvl I can request the ear then. The Int bumps will have the added benefit of helping Daniel Craft and he needs all the help he can get. Daniel will probably be in his 30’s by then and maybe even retired. NWN 2 will probably come first. He he. That is if he lives that long. ;p
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“She be here, but hours ago” a near frantic Daniel crawls among the stones near Haven Castle, “her scent be here, but wherein canst she be?” Sighing Daniel sits down and slowly calms himself by breathing. In slowly, out slowly, his breath flows from his lungs as his troubled heart slows. After a few moments, he stops and ponders the wherefore of his distress. “She be near enough”, he thinks to himself, “that will sufficeth for now.” another thought intrudes, “Bah, tis been over a year, since we set eyes one to another, she hath forgotten mineself. Perchance the wiser course wouldst be to forget her or try to.” The last thought provokes a pang of regret immediately. Daniel focuses instead on what he has seen the last few weeks to divert himself. The Pandorns, Kyle and Ferrit had a baby boy, Cole. Darsus' twins have grown rapidy into toddlers. Dalan remains unchanged as the stone he onced live in, stalwart and true. The engmatic Mercas, the stern yet friendly Dora, the straight forward Elgon, and the rarely seen Jako. All of them be mine family in a sense, but something be missing. Daniel pulls himself forward and stretches out above the water of the pond and looks down. The crows feet and laugh lines are a bit deeper, the mustache as dark and thick as ever, drooping over his cheeks. The nose, a bit crooked from repeated breakings and healings. Grey – green eyes that stare back and regard him with a bit of mischief and self mocking mirth. A plain, common face of a warrior who has seen twenty seven winters. “I be not a Knight yet and hath no little ones of mine own.” That thought intrudes, regrets both and unbefitting for a Potentiate of Rofirein's and as such should be banished from the mind the faithful, but yet.. they remain.
another page of crumple parchment is added to the stack in the cougar bag.
Satari, Mar 21, 1406
Mine thoughts be troubled, but herein be an accounting of the past events. First, mine parents hath passed beyond mine ability to visit them. They be interred in the family plot in Luck. Some disease brought by the cold conditions. *tears wet a spot on the page and the writing is less neat* Mine eldest brother, Stephan hast taken over the family trade and maketh it very clear that I shouldst stay away for a time. I believeth he fears my connections in Hlint and wouldst seek to undermine his new authority. Bah, he canst have it. His heart be of Deliar, all coins and wealth, not Honor and Duty, hence it suiteth his nature.
The Church remaineth silent other than Captain Duvall. I fear for its existence under Broegar and Pranz's new administration. Twould seem to die the wimpering death instead of the roaring one of a True Dragon. Further, there be talk of a rebellion. To be branded heretic be not mine aim, but if it bringeth and end to the twisted justice of Broegar, I be most interested in it. The Lord Protector be merciful upon us.
Newly dragon called continue to invade Hlint. Miss Melanna, Muriel, Isendel, Rihana, Maple *chuckles to himself* , and many others. Twould seemeth that some other task be required of us, though few seem to give direction to its beginning. May that knowledge be granted soon.
Mine elvish studies proceed. New words I hath learned:
ils – I am
wela – done
tymilaelv – praying
fitting mayhap, for sooth it be a time of action not prayer.
To do:
Letter to Captain Duvall, requesting a meeting of the faithful and a initiation for the Knights of the Wyrm in Velensk. Further to request all Knights of the Wyrm ceremonies to be held in Velensk until such time as the Temple in Pranzis be reclaimed or a Temple be raised in Roldem.
Strengthen mine sword arm and smithing skills.
Forget mine Lady Drawna. *last is scrawled in hastily*
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Daniel eyes the molten bronze critically, looking for the telltale signs of an impure balance of copper an d tin such as bubbles or an uneven color. “good, good” he mutters to himself nodding as the metal alloy slowly cools into ingots. Next he carries the 4 dull brown ingots to the tinker device, selecting small clay forms made earlier, he loads them and the bronze unto a tray and seals the device. Immediately a large bellow of smoke and steam erupts from the top and a shocking jolt of white fire leaps from the controls and blackens his hand. “Blasted device!” Daniel curses loudly and quickly places the scorched digits in a cool bucket of water. A quick bandage and some herbal salves ease the burn. Eying the device with some apprehension, he checks it for damage, amazingly, it appears serviceable still. He unseals the tray and checks the contents which remain intact as well. “Rofirein be praised tis a wonder of gnomish engineering.” is heard as he reseals the tray door and waits as the the device whirls and sputters its way through the process of molding arrowheads. A low humming is heard as the tray pops its seals marking completion of the process. Daniel knocks the clay from the newly minted arrowheads and heads for the fetchers booth.
Once there, he pulls a bundle of arrow shafts made earlier and a cougar bag of stirge feathers. He prefers stirge feathers for their bright red color. Matching shaft, feather, and arrowheads takes a bit of patience and time, but soon his pile of arrowheads dwindles to none and the pile of arrows grows. Smiling in satisfaction, Daniel cleans up and heads out of the craft hall for more materials.
a recently purchased parchment folder is tucked inside Daniel's pack. Inside it are all the letters Daniel sent home, recently recovered from his parent's home in Luck along with several crumpled yet readable bits of parchment.
Tunar, Mai 24, 1406
I wilst pen mine thoughts herein as mine brother Stephan hath made it clear, that he wishes for no contact. I hath decided to let go of mine love, Drawna, and focus instead on mine work. The birth of Cole, hast diminished none of Lady Ferrit's salesmanship. Sooth, her vigilance and diligence in guild sales surpasseth all of the rest of the guilds efforts of late. By way of thanks, I hath been turning a bit of mine time to making arrows for her and Rain's use.
Whilst on a recent trip to Berhagen Mountains with the guild, I met someone whom I feeleth a connection to. I will leave her name unwritten, but she weareth no shoes to be more in touch with her goddess. We spoke but briefly outside Velensk, as I looked into her eyes, I beheld a faith, that I be shamed to say, I envy and yearn for in mineself. I wilst seeketh her again whenst I can to explore this feeling of ..*pauses* interest.
//apologies to Drawna, Its now a 1 ½ years gt since Daniel has seen her. We can have a spat when you finally make it back to Layo. :P This will now turn into a journal as Daniel's parents have died. Crafting skills are slowly improving. Wood Crafting : 4, Tinkering/smelting : 7 Armor/weapon smithing: 3. Limiting factor continues to be getting enough material to work with.
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“I must get to Hlint!” Dora sobs as she runs past me on the road in the goblin wastes. “What hast happened, pray tell me?!!” I ask as I follow. She heeds me not but continues her crying, her normally stately poise dissolved hunch - like in grief and death, for her form bears the mark of recent falling. We come upon Kyle and Rain, and Ferrit some moment later near the temple of Ilsare. All look distraught and sad. “Elgon.. is DEAD!” Dora bursts out, “I saw the soul mother take him the final time.” A collective gasp and cry arise from the group. None know how to respond. Milady Ferrit, ever the practical one, remarks that we knew this day was to come. Sooth, tis so as Elgon lived his life always on the edge of danger. “How did he fall?”, asks Rain. “To giants in the cave at the Forests of Mist in Dregar” is the answer from Dora through her tears.
I feel mixed emotions at this news. I remember earlier thoughts on my own death and reaching the conclusion that a life not truly lived is not a life worth living. Mine Lord Protector would not welcome warriors whom shirked from danger or failed to perform their duty. Elon would stand proud in front of his god for he had always done what was needed! I remember the last few weeks getting to know him, a mighty warrior and a steadfast friend, nay ..a brother. I have sworn to seek out and aid Lance in his training, his care, and be his welcome. I will do this in memory of my brother Elgon. Veew faa Elgon, mine brother.
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Freas, Oclar 20, 1406
Mine thoughts art at once joyous and somewhat despairing. I hath recently fallen and supped with the soul mother for the fifth time, twas in pursuit of Estibana, so it be worth the sacrifice, methinks. We succeeded in restoring the avatar of Shindy. *runs his hands lovingly over a curiously made shield* A fitting gift. *pauses to reflect* Mine old shield, lost in the forest north of Hlint, hath not the same quality. Mayhap a bit of paint to honor Mine Lord Protector , sooth the substance of it wilst remain the same.
No missives from Drawna, no word, nothing. Mine heart remaineth hopeful for her safe return from Dregar, yet reality be mine heart yearns little for her of late. I hath seen little of the Priestess of Grannoch. In a chance encounter, a months past, she telleth me that mine attentions art strange to her as I spoke of mine admiration for her devotion to her goddess. The Gold's patience and wisdom aid me in this.
The Angels art mine family and hath been tasked with a tremendous order. Some twenty large iron shields, commisioned by Lady Katrien. Perchance a war be in the making? Mine old shield wilst be added to this order as well as any iron I be able to wrest from the ogres of Haven.
//an ending to the Exploring the Past quest with a 'to be continued'. Hopefully, Daniel will still be alive to attempt the next. The DT was probably way overdue. Daniel has died about 7 times in the last two weeks. You can only tempt the soul mother so many times before.. well. I heard Lin'da speak of being around long after Daniel is gone. Maybe truth spoken.
skills: wood crafting to 4, tinkering and smelting almost to 8.
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Daniel kneels in prayer and lifts his face to a cloudy night sky, “Mine Lord Protector, I thank thee for this gift .” Remembering, Daniel pictures the large and graceful Tera sitting somewhat nervously on the ground. Her long hair cascades across her shoulders as she regards him with a mix of disbelief and hopefully..the start of something more. Taking her hands into his, Daniel searches her eyes, “Doth thou knowest what love be?” He says to her. She offers no reply but a curious look, so he answers with what come to his mind first, “The gently touch of a mother's hand to babe, spring winds on freshly bloomed flowers, and the soft moonlight on thy eyes.” Daniel's recital continues for some moments before he thinks to himself “Fool of a man, thou shalt frighten the poor creature to death with thy pleas of good will and love. Looketh at her, she hath the visage of a deer in bow sight; trusting, yet filled with fear of the unknown. Sooth, mind Lady Ferrit's advice and go slow.” Daniel relaxes and leans back, but still unable to tear his gaze from the strength he sees in her eyes. Tera blushes at the attention, obviously unsure how to respond, her first instinct is to flee, so she replies “I must go, I am unsure of everything but my devotion to Grannoch, please, I must think for a time.” “As thee wish, Miss Tera. I wilst be the gentleman and bid thee good night” He bows to her and watches as she gathers herself and half runs into the night still clutching the mixed flowers he has given her.
Returning to the present, Daniel notes the presence of Rain, Kyle and Ferrit some few feet from his location. “Mayhap they heareth mine recital.” Daniel thinks to himself and nods smiling. He goes out to meet them.
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Freas, Febra 27, 1407
Melancholy hast settled into mine bones of late, but there be a few patches of light. First be the birth of Anirillan Rain and Sonya's triplets. Twas a happy occasion, yet a bittersweet sadness filleth mine heart. I holdeth baby Elgon in mine arms until both of us slept . Elgon hath two sisters as well, Serissa and Eloana. Lady Sa'kura fell ill that day but thanks to the blessings of the All Seeing as administered by Sister Serissa, she recovered.
*smiles to himself* Another bright spot be Miss Tera. Her faith be as strong as the stone she favors. Remembering manners, I hath enjoyed her company a few times in searching for topaz and once with Miss Jennara into the Battle Fens Cave. She remains focused on her growing abilities in Grannoch and I feareth I be but a distraction from her faith. Sooth she has not refused mine fumbling attempts of affection, yet she remaineth cool. *scratches his head and sighs*.
By way of letter, I hath learned that a rift exists between Toran and Mine Lord Protector. I requested more details and wilst remain hopeful and patient. Brother Praylor remains mine brother always. I grow concerned for the faithful. If Law be all that we stand for what of mercy? *shakes his head* Nay, tis that foul Broegar's doing to be sure. I sense his hand in it. Patience be the mine for now. Captain Duvall hath yet to speak on it.
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Tunar, Apreal 3, 1407
A crumple piece of parchment is shoved on top of the parchment folder, it has been painstakingly smoothed and written up with neat merchant like script.
Rumors flourish amongst us the followers of the Lord Protector. Mine poor wool head canst not keep up with all of them so mayhap a listing wouldst help: A change in the alliance between Toranites and ourselves, a reported theft in Velensk temple, the death of the queen reported in some mysterious paper 'the voice' along with strange wagons at night, rumors of magical compulsion, and lastly many of mine brothers and sisters reporteth a summons to Prantz by the Church. *sighs and shakes his head* This humble warrior knoweth not what to think. I asketh Mine Brother Praylor for his thoughts fearing rejection and recieveth only affirmation. He be mine Brother still and for this I be most grateful. He too spoke of disobediance whenst asked if ordered to disavow mineself - He spoke true heart on it and said he wouldst not follow such an order. Sister Mylindra feareth for all followers, her gentle heart torn by these foul rumors and speculation. Sister Serissa speaketh openly of rejecting this new dogma, yet accepting the punishment for such disobediance. Dark day indeed if her words proveth true and she be taken from the faithful. I hath no words of comfort to offer any of these, only more questions.
Velensk Temple offers mineself no real answers or solace, so I travel to Fort Llast and pray therein, Sooth I feareth rejection by the local priests, but was tolerated. I be comforted some, but mine faith still be in Mine Lord Dragon. I canst not believe mine whole faith be changed with the stroke of some clerics pen. More information will hopefully be forthcoming soon. Brother Reus of Velensk seemeth to try and bring word to us, but they be too few for mine taste.
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*another parchment is added to the stack.
Sunra, Jular 22, 1407
Several months hath passed and this melancholy lingers still as if rooted in the marrow of mine bones even as the days grow longer and the growing season peaks. Good news lightens it a bit and here be an accounting of some of it. Frindo Merrick – Pandorn , born almost a month hence to Jenna. I hath yet see either yet from all accounts mother and son art doing well. Rain and Sonya's children groweth as daisy's in the meadow, upright and beautiful. I held little Elgon in mine arms for a time the other day. I saw in his youthful eyes the promise of a brighter future and couldst not help but smile. Four months old almost. Lance and Omer, the newest members of the Angels learneth their new trades at a pace, methinks. Lance gifted mineself with several cougar bags made my his own hands. Tis a good thing, truly. All hands able to work art needed in these times.
Mine skills as a warrior progress albeit slowly. Master Kyle noticed mine increased skill and gifted me with a fine suit of iron plate, made by his own hands. Along with mine shield and sword, I truly be a knight esquired. Lord Protector if such be thy will and such ceremony canst be held soon, I wouldst like very much to be a full Knight of the Wyrm.
Mayhap there be a bit of light in mine heart after all. Recently as I sat in contemplation near Haven Castle, insight be granted unto me in the form of a thought. That thought be that whilst Broegar's machinations hath moved the Church to emphasize law o're goodness, by no means doth he control the substance of our faith. So the true problem be one of perception, naught else. By continuing our true and faithful followings of what the Lord Protector stands for, we , his followers in Mistone, couldst turn the the tide of perception against Broegar by our example. A happy thought that, yet, mayhap something more concrete may be called for. I wilst continue to pray on it and seek the All Seeing's will.
So, despite mine dark and somewhat dour mood, the height of summer bringeth mostly glad tidings.
//made 12th during Rain's CDQ for Arcane Archer. :) Int point, toughness feat (12 hps) and greater improved power attack. I was looking for greater improved critical in longsword (was told by a close friend who's a gm for Gen con that it should be there), but didn't see it as an option. Lore, discipline, and healing ate up my meager skill points (3 per level – sucks being a wool head). Skills in armor crafting: 4th, weapon crafting: still 3rd :( , Tinkering, Smelting : 8, wood crafting :5 Some troubling news from the Church, yet with thought I think I've gotten a handle on it and a good way to approach it.
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Daniel looks to the growing pile of letters and writings and groans. He carefully straightens them up and organizes them before adding another.
Freas, Oclar 13, 1407
Summer hast flown by and autumns colors blanket the ground and trees. Twould appear to mine untrained eye that this perpetual cloudiness be a bit less. Perchance it be but mine foolish wish for it to be so. Of late, very little news. Miss Jennara did task mineself with finding a new seed. Twas made more clear in Hurm at the behest of a bard from some castle, I remembereth not. What striketh mine mind most be all the adventurers that turneth out to listen. Twould seem that the seed I be tasked to find, be one of four hidden at Firesteep. The mass of all that was there split into two parties. One – tasked with retrieval of the seeds and the other with their protection. I stood undecided for some time afore I noted Drogo gathering to his own druids and Brisbane. I sought guidance from Miss Jennara and be told that restoring the forest be the same as restoring balance. I replied that I wouldst aid the druids and swore to aid Drogo in any way I could.
Our trip to Firesteep be most eventful. Waylaid by madmen, I fell but didst not sup at the Soul Mother's table. Master Quantum, reviveth mineself after Drogo, the one I sworeth to protect, carried me to the coast. Firesteep proveth the most difficult and ardous place I hath yet to visit. Tis the home of the temple to mine Lord Protector's ancient enemy and for good reason. Whilst a barren landscape of ash, lava, and fire, there be still life there. Wondrous fruits and mushroom grow therein and I gathered some for the Angels crafting. Most treacherous be the climbing in such a place. Narrow crevasses, great heights and falls. All requireth nimbleness and agility that canst not be had in heavy armors. Mine poor battered plate spendeth most time in mine pack and I be forced to scuttle about as a crab outside its shell. Twas a terrifying experience to one used to such protections. In the end, twas Master Ozymandias who foundeth the third seed or at least one whom he kneweth. As for the fourth seed, twas taken by a mighty Balor whom offered to ..negotiate with our parties. The Balor flew off afore he couldst be attacked by the more militant of our numbers. We madeth our way off the molten isle without further trouble in the form of battle. Rumors of differing purposes between the druids and mine own church however.. //more to follow
Other events between mineself and Miss Melanna. *sighs, then continues writing* In a recent foray to the mines for iron twould seem she be driven to proveth that the ogres of Haven art a peaceful group. I holdeth it true that she hath met a single ogre who be so, but to say to that all of the brutes be worthy of redemption - tis a thought that bedevils mine mind. Sooth, mine experience hath always been that those whom dwell in th e mines be of a violent mind and nature. Suffice to say, always the ogres therein striveth the to 'break my bones' or 'smash me flat'. Never hath any offered tea and polite conversation. Still, in the interests of keeping peace between us, I listened to her story and gaveth her some credence. I also apologized for mine own blood lust in those caverns. Its shameth me to admit, but I sought the life of two of the brutes for their kin's foul ambush. That be not justice but vengeance and truly hath no place in the heart of one whom wouldst follow the Lord Protector.
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Freas, Jenra 27, 1408
Daniel paces back and forth in Cole Pandorn's small room. Angry blotches of red irritated skin have appeared on his belly, underarms and neck and show signs of spreading. A small pile of aloe leaves bear witness to desperate attempts at a cure. While soothing, they seem to have done nothing to abate its spread. Daniel seems almost oblivious to his current condition; however, as he paces back and forth in the small room. His once carefully tended golden plate armor sits in a corner with a thick coating of soot smeared all over it from the fireplace - a mark of his grief and anguish that goes beyond any physical malady. The tower shield bearing the symbol of the Lord Protector lies heavily scratched yet still recognizable in another. The soot coating and scratches were placed there by his own bleeding hands earlier that day after Daniel returned from Velensk. As he paces, he mutters of betrayals and laments at ever becoming a knight. His eyes bear the marks of frequent rubbing and crying, but he has passed the point of tears and have the look of one whose very heart has been ripped from his chest.
As night passes to day and to night again, small plates of food remain uneaten in front of the door, the pacing continues, thump. thump. thump. pause. thump. thump. thump. pause. The sounds of his pacing march out the minutes to hours then to days. After three days a thud and a snore is heard from the room.
//rp to find out what happened in Velensk after Daniel emergences from quarantine sometime later this week. His armor is black with soot now, but still recognizable as his. The shield as stated is still visible Rofirein but is heavy scratched and chipped. He will initially be very gaunt and sickly looking when he emergences. The most notable feature will be the absence of all mirth from his eyes.
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Daniel awakes from a long sleep and immediately starts scratching the angry boils on his arms. "Egads!" he exclaims as he catches sight of himself in a small portion of his shield. "I looketh an absolute fright" and he does. An angry festering rash now covers almost all his body and the absence of food and little water has left his lips chapped and bleeding. "I hath seen ghouls that looked better" Daniel mutters grinning into his reflection, cracking his lower lip causing a drop of blood to fall and stain his tunic. Hearing noises from outside the house, he gathers unsteady legs and makes his way to the front door. Jako and Kyle are in discussion about a missing Rain. "Rain be here? I thought he be untainted by this malady." Daniel asks the other two. Kyle replies that Rain was there, but has left again. "But wilst he not spread this sickness to others?" Daniel asks. Kyle nods slowly, yet seems unsure of himself. Daniel notes the absence of boils on Kyle. "Sir, thou art healed? How canst this be?". Kyle slowly smiles and explains that a cure had been found and that he and Ferrit were cured by Plenarius, but that the great druid has left again to help others. Daniel feels hope returning to his being once again. His stomache suddenly growls fiercely, reminding him he has not eaten in many days. Spying a caserol near the door, he siezes a spoon and eats nearly all of it up. As he finishes he notes a the presense of a green clad figure in the yard, several feet out, who appears to be placing items on the grass. Daniel looks at Kyle and they both make thier way out the front door. Its Drogo leaving berries and nuts and honey. "Omealw Wmeve, anirilln aey, but I canst not eat another bite" Daniel waits for Drogo to move away a bit, before he advances and scoops up several of the offerings. Despite his full stomache he take some of the raspberries and stuffs them into his mouth, more to comfort his friend than out of any real hunger. "My thanks for this, Drogo, thou art a brave and true friend." Color slowly returns to Daniel's face as the food settles in his belly. "Ahh, I feeleth much better" Daniel says attempting to smile as a wave of dizziness nearly makes him swoon. Daniel fakes a yawn and grabs the doorframe to steady himself. "I be a little tired yet, pray excuse me." He makes his back to Cole's room falling two times in the going bursting several boils on his arms and thighs. A fever suddenly rises in his face, turning it a bright red and the strongest wave of dizziness descends on his mind. Daniel flops to the cot, eyes open staring up as his breathing comes to an almost complete stop with a final tortured whisper "mine lord prot.."
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Plunging down deeper and deeper into a soothing darkness, yet tinged with golden light, Daniel comes to a stop in his descent and marvels at how he feels. No angry boils and blisters cover his arms, his head is clear and his thinking remarkably straight for one that is nearly dead. He looks about it the dim gloom and sees not far off another figure, lying prone. As he wills his feet forward the image ruses towards him. As it get closer he makes out the shape of..Sister, lying silent, unmoving. Daniel closes his eyes unwilling to believe such a thing would come to pass and hears a woman's voice. "Oh my!" and "Daniel!" comes through. Vague sensations of movement and more of the that gentle voice, sometimes his mother, sometimes another, always commanding him to drink, chew, and swallow. A slow burning starts to creep up his skin and in his delerium he sees blisters popping on his bare arms and legs. The burning turns to an insistant need to itch and as his hands instinctively reach for those places - another force, a pair of hands smaller than his own, stop him with inhuman strength. "No, don't do that - I'm trying to bandage these boils." a command in that mother's voice is heard. The food and drink do their work and drowsiness starts to set in. Sleep claims his mind for a time as he feels a presence lift him up with surprising ease...
Daniel awakes to a nearby humming, a sort of sing song with no particular rhymn or reason to it other than propel the singer, a bright eyed half elf, into even more motion. His mind, can't quite make it out, she appears to be waving a wand of some sort at of all things - chests. As his vision clears further he recognizes Ferrit. "Milady, how long? how?" the questions draw no response, so preoccupied she seems in her straightening. Looking down, Daniel sees that he naked but for a strip of bandage covering his private area. He blushes in the knowing that Ferrit must have been the one to clean him up and put him here in her own son's cot. Daniel makes a hasty grab for his robes, placed neatly on a chair next to him. His movements draw Ferrit's attention where his words did not. "You stay right there and don't move!" she orders grinning at him. Dan's grab is successful and he covers his nakedness despite her order. "Twould seem I owe thee my life once again, Lady Ferrit" he says gravely,"that be if Master Kyle does not kill mineself for endangering thou once again with this sickness." he finishes with a frown. "Shhh" she replies walking to the cot's side. She pulls out several packages of foodstuffs and a canteen of water. "Eat, drink, you haven't had much in over a week." She regards him cooly and she makes him take several bites of delicious roast and bread. "slowly, or else you'll.." the words barely escape before Daniel feels a rumbling in his stomache. Moments later , he wipes his lips and ruefully looks at the mess he's made. Ferrit sighs and rolls up the rug, placing it a corner. "Here try these" she offers him some small biscuits and they stay down. A Dizzyness overtakes him and he sleeps again..
"Ferrit!!" Kyle's bellows echo from the front of the house. I can make out faint scuffling and an occasion cursing in Elvish from Rain. There's a brief silence then a thud. Rain curses again in elvish. "Kyle?" he says and Kyle groans. "I'm sorry, Kyle. Here hold still" the sounds of a bandage being applied comes from the front of the house. Daniel tries to stand and weakness shoots up his spine, causing him to fall. Summoning his will he staggers up and into the main hallway. There he sees Ferrit, carefully barring the front door. He can hear Rain and Kyle both pleading to be let in. First one then the other as they argue about the plague and whether one or the other should enter. Daniel settles the matter by slowly walking to the door, pulling his key and locking the door. As he twists the key it catches and breaks off. "Blast it all" he mutters then looks at the handle. "138" is imprinted on the piece he still holds. "A bit of luck , that" Daniel says to himself examining his handiwork. He reached two fingers gently down and grasps the bit still sticking out. A firm yet gently tug and the key falls out of the hole. Daniel swoons from the effort of concentration and staggers back a few steps. More footfalls are heard outside.
"Praylor!" Kyle somewhat muffled cry is heard through the door. "You're back? ...the cure?" Footsteps are heard coming towards the door and Daniel steps back, his mind reels with dizziness and all he remembers is a pair of slim arms breaking his fall before a gently thump onto the carpet. Some moments later a the cool lip of a canteen is pressed to his lips and he swallows as the fluid enters his mouth. "yes, drink it all Daniel." Ferrits voice tells him and he does. As the fluid settles into his stomach the dizziness recedes. The light seems brighter in the main hall and as Daniel looks up he sees the familiar face of his brother, Praylor Falcus, smiling at him- the holy nimbus of Toran shining about him. "I be delivered by thy hand, Brother? This be the cure?" Daniel asks. Praylor, Kyle, and Ferrit nod. Daniel looks to the ceiling and mouthes a silent prayer of thanks to the Lord Protector and to..Toran.
//felt like writing .*shrugs*
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*Daniel sighs as he cracked open a slightly musty set of parchments, dipping quill to ink, he begins writing with a shaky hand*
Threas, Mai 12, 1408
Twould seem mine plate hath another portion of woe. Upon leaving Krandor for the first time in weeks, I sought out Sister Mylindra and found her in much the same condition as mineself. It angered me to see her lying upon bare stones with naught be a cloak and few blankets for a bed. I pressed what trues I had on my person into her hands and bade her to buy a bed as soon as she would be able. I then sat next to her and we spoke for hours. It seems that she was left alone after contracting the plague as well and had nearly succumbed to its power before Draden and Praylor found her and administered the cure. Once again , twould seem I owe the agents of Toran more than a mere thanks. With great sadness, I learneth of another trajedy that hast befallen those I know - Sa'kura, wife of Barion, fell and didst not return. Mine body weakened but mine spirit strong for friends, I attended to her wake for a time and offered what solace I could to Barion. Mine tears flow to often of late. Some good tidings, peace be made with another that day. Sister Serissa and I reached an agreement of sorts. I wilst submit to the summons for violating Edict 33 and she wilst be mine counsel in defense. May the Lord Protector see justice done and mine honor restored in full.
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((In a small park near Haven Castle, Daniel pens his latest entry))
Freas, Seplar 20, 1408
Tis with bittersweetness that I must report dining with the soul mother for the sixth time. It be on a recent trip to Dregar's Forests of Mists with Sister Mylindra, Brother Draden, Lady Tyrian, Anrillan Rain, and Lady Tegan. All went well in the cave therein until in our parting, we met Seteece and Voon. After giving our hellos and farewells, they departed ahead of us to the forest, to seek out more adventure in less hunted parts. Lady Tegan, whom hast to that point been our aid and counsel, thought to join with them and so left our ranks. Whenst we arrived back to the forest, we rested and prepared to fight our way past the giants. I noted many numbers of giants, some three times the norm. Afore good sense couldst shake mine battle lust, I engaged. Hawk falleth first, quickly followed by the rest of mine companions. As I slew one of the many giants that surrounded me, I experienced a moment of insight in the giants patterns of movement and fighting style. Afore my new found revelation couldst be put to good use, a giants club ended mine thoughts and the searing agony of the soul mother's kiss rendeth mine soul. I awoke some time later in Pranzis under the light of the bindstone. Rain's weavings of concealment alloweth mineself to reflect at graveside a short time later. Shaken and in need of reflection, I leaveth Dregar's fields and forests and returned to Hlint. May the Lord Protector grant wisdom unto me.
Of the Angels Guild, there be but a few points to address. Firstly, Lance Merrick hast not returned from his trip home. I must pray and hope that he wilst return to take up the sword in his Uncle Elgon's place. Miss Jenna surely misses his company and another , Elohanna, an elven wizardress, newly befriended by the guild, maketh mention of him often. Rain's instructor, Jilseponie, Miss Jil I calleth her, hast been made a member of the guild as well. Her many talents and strength be an asset unfathomed by some, but I knoweth the truth of it, and be glad to calleth her friend. Of mineself and Dalan, we both art granted full guild membership with voting rights as of last meeting. May the Lord Protector grant peaceful fellowship to all.
Of Justice and the Lord Protector, there be little to mention other than mine hearing on the charges of edict 33 be scheduled for one month hence. // http://www.layonaraonline.com/forums/calendar/event-view.asp?eventid=2525&year=2006&month=11 // Milady Ferrit hast threatened to burn the courthouse down if it goes ill for me. ((shakes his head and laughs)) I wondereth at such loyalty displayed for one such as I, a humble potentiate to knighthood. Most, if not all, members of the Angels wish attendance to speaketh on mine behalf. Verily, I knoweth not if mine authority be such as to grant them their wishes. I shall have to petition the court for such permission. May the Lord Protector see justice done.
MAF, bah mine wood head canst not recall what the letters stand for, but suffice to say MAF be active once more. Twas a meeting of former members and new in Krandor at the behest of Miss Rhynn that leadeth down this path. We sought and found an relative of Alvin M'asty. He spoke of the emisary that cometh from the area south of Himlad. Suffice to say in our mobish manner, we travelled to and fro from Port Hampshire , only to be lead to a battleground wherein our first two clues lay. One be a painting of a court in session, the other clue be a name, Imjam, a local baron, south of Himlad. We art split into two groups due to the size of our following. Miss Rhynn leadeth mine own group and Jharl another. I wilst pray that Miss Rhynn hast successfully fought her inner demon of anger. Her wit and determination must be the beacon that we follow now. Mine one concern be Yashilla, a Tide of Mist, whom maketh pretense to merely travel with us , but methinks hangs on to learn more of Estibana. MAF hath small dealings with her in the past, and she be rejected then. At that time, I asked all to hear her testimony. In our most recent meeting, I sought her out with confronting words to seek truth from her. Such folly be mine to pursue, for I found no truth of purpose in her words. I scarce canst fathom the mute acceptance she be granted now. I wilst watch her most carefully henceforth. May the Lord Protector grant insight and courage to Miss Rhynn in her newfound leadership.
(a small heart is drawn next to the following paragraph in the margin and forcefully x'd out)
Ah, mine heart. More painful than any soul mother's feast be the longings of the heart. Her mystery, wit, and power enspell mine very soul until I canst not stand to be near her. Alas, I be but an insect beneath her boot. Insignificant and unworthy of her attentions and so mine love whilst be a secret one, kept forever hidden and revealed to none, lest mockery and shame follow for such seeking. I wilst strive to be a better warrior for her sake , so that perchance someday, she wilst see me with new eyes.
I believeth love to blossom in someone close to mineself. Sister Mylindra and Brother Draden hath spent much time alone together and occasionally I wouldst see a glance between them. If such be the case, I wouldst be the first to celebrate for such love be truly blessed. (smiles) May the Lord Protector grant wholesome hearts desire to those who do his will.
Anrillan Rain teacheth me some new words in elvish these last few weeks. They go mostly as farewells.
veew fa – goodbye
veewleviran – goodnight
and le – no.
May the Lord Protector grant his blessings to the bringers of knowledge.
((pausing to reflect, Daniel kneels in the roses and offers the following prayer))
Vigilance be mine shield, protect me from a squalid past. Knowledge be mine weapon in which I will carve an path to an enlightened future. Mine Lord Protector, hear thy servant, show thy true majesty in granting mine pleas. They be not for mineself, but for those that struggle to do thy will. Grant wisdom unto me to do thy will, peaceful fellowship to the members of mine guild, justice in the church, courage and insight in leadership for Miss Rhynn, love for thy faithful, and thy blessings to all who pass on their knowledge.
((Daniel finishes his prayer by carefully transcribing the Knights code into his journal))
By the Insight of your wisdom we seek the best ways to observe the law.
By the Strength of your love as a shield we protect the innocent.
By the Might of your will we drive back those who seek to overthrow justice
By the Light of your soul we bring light into the darkness, law and order to chaos.
Our Duty to serve in fairness and integrity.
Our duty to serve through good judgement and generosity.
Our duty to serve through faith and true Justice
Our Duty to serve as champions of law and order against injustice and evil
Our steadfastness, our hearts and our souls are with you Great Dragon.
Into the light of your love for the people of this world we step, to follow the path you set by your Will.
To bring Law, impartial judgement and order to the world.
//lots going on lately. The mysterious lady in Daniel's life..she knows via tells. Otherwise, the knight's code is here for reference as well as an act of devotion on Daniel's part. If you wish to attend the hearing scheduled and are someone known to Daniel, send Mixafix a message.
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((working at the forge in Hlint))
Freas, Jenra 13, 1409
“Edict 33 be rescinded.” that thought causes a smile to appear on Daniel's face as gives his armor a fresh coat of gold paint. “Mine honor be restored in full and Master Reus be a better man, nay a true priest, than I hath hoped. May the Great Dragon guide him.” Daniel finishes the thought and his armor, letting the paint dry. Next he carefully touches up his shield, hammering out the dents, and polishing the scratches out. Regarding himself in the polish of his shield, “Verily, the image of a knight esquire once again.”
Recalling the struggle to resolve Edict 33, Daniel pulls out his journal and under the first line of the knights code adds a quote from one whom he has grown to admire. By the Insight of your wisdom we seek the best ways to observe the law. “I will not follow blindly” Jennara Creekskipper, Knight of the Wyrm, Heart of the Dragon Jenra 10, 1409 debate with Reus over Edict 33, Velensk Temple of Rofirein, Mistone.
“Perchance now, mine application for Knight of the Wyrm canst go forward.” Daniel sets to work writing a letter to the Temple.
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Daniel reflects in light of a candle at 118 Llast, he pulls out a mixed group of parchments and papers and makes a new entry
Mulnari, Mai 9, 1409
Mine Guild’s most recent foray to Forests of the Mists endeth in disaster. Nearly all fell to those that dwell within. I escaped with mine life due to Miss Jil’s quick actions and and the foresight of Milady Ferrit and her gift of invisibility potion. Most dire of all, be Anrillan’s fall, for with that death, the soul mother feasted her ninth time on his soul. Due to this, Rain hath decided to forgo dangerous trips that he may be present for Sonya and his children. All in the Guild , understandeth why, but the loss of his guidance in the field whilst be felt. Also it be agreed in general that future trips to Forest of Mists must be undertaken under two conditions. Foremost, a cleric, must be commissioned to accompany the group. Secondly, said group must be comprised of a minimum of four people. Tis felt that with these conditions met, a safe trip canst be had. May the Lord Protector guide me to mine path.
The investigation into Imjam proveth most fruitful. Baroness Athalia Imjam be of noble bearing and blood and graced us with her insight. Mine notes art in some disarray, but herein be the bits of it.
Artist of the painting be a Joseph Ventigo Milara – name of an Imjam from long ago. Be thought to make profound changes to the Kingdom.
The Baroness held a walking stick which bore a ruby. Twas thought to be of some significance.
Baroness of Imjam giveth us a clue as to our next destination – Hill of Bones. “Hill of bones and the canyon beyond hold the keys.”
Finally, Miss Rhynn appointed me her Battle Commander. In mine first battle that with the forces of the Vine, It went most ill for us. I must see to learning more on battlefield tactics afore our next meeting.
Into the light of your love for the people of this world we step, to follow the path you set by your Will. ((Daniel reads this line, second to last in the Knights code, but perhaps the true reason for the Knights he adds this brief prayer below it.)) - Mine Lord Protector, Grant me thy wisdom in all matters concerning thy will so that mine steps not falter whenst the time comes to act. Further, let my actions be guided by love of justice not petty vengeance or hatred.
//reference link for approval of alignment shift to L.G. from N.G.
http://www.layonaraonline.com/forums/forums/thread-view.asp?tid=32630&posts=2&start=1
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Daniel is back in his favorite spot, a park off Haven Castle. His packet of parchments lie in a neat pile before him as he painstakingly writes a fresh page.
Satari, Augra 28, 1409
Our Duty to serve in fairness and integrity.
Our duty to serve through good judgement and generosity.
Our duty to serve through faith and true Justice
Our Duty to serve as champions of law and order against injustice and evil
Tis a bittersweet draught I must swallow this day. Lady Aniela Perdu, the embodiment of all that I long to be – a true servant of mine Lord Protector and ..a good friend. (Daniel sighs heavily, then continues writing) I didst not expect to be captured so, but from the moment I saw her walk towards me in the wastelands, her bearing determined and noble despite her shabby armor, I simply knew - a kindred soul. Her traveled path to the All Seeing be a tale of woe, then courage, then triumph. Her mother be slain by an assassin most foul afore her very eyes; hence the desire for justice. Her courage be taking the oaths of Paladin, in service to The Lord Protector. She triumphs in the awarding of the Scale, her shield that denoteth her completion of training. And thus, she comes to Hlint to bring justice and to vanquish that which led her to her path. As merchant, I outfit her with the very best mine hands couldst make – plate armor, sword and shield for the glory of Rofirein.
Over the course of several days we traveled and fought as one. The ogres of the Zainge, Krandor and Dire Wood Cave knew the color of our blades ere we were done. By the end of our time, I confessed all mine heart to her and she telleth me hers. Twas cruel duty, but seeing the..warmth in her eyes, I knew that such must be spoken lest I betray friendship. She blessed me with her understanding and spoketh truth though I saw it pained her.
That truth be that I must speak to Tegan of mine feelings but how? Even now, the fear of her rejection maketh me the coward and yet - I see the truth of it in another set of eyes. ((Daniel puts his quill and parchment away and spends the day in quiet introspection, watching the ripples in the pond.))
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"Tis done. I hath confessed mine love to her and Lady Tegan hath agreed to explore the relationship further..to continue as before, as we truly learn each another. I wilst leap at the challenge of it. Lady Aniela taketh this news as one saddened. The look in her eyes be enough to unman any and I feel the cad, truly." Daniel hangs his head as he dwells upon that look. "My one redemption be that no false promise be made. Prithee, Mine Lord Protector wherefore can the heart feeleth such joy and bitter pain at once?!! Tis almost more than a mere man canst stand."
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Wedlar, Novlar 4, 1409
Ere the last few days hath been too brief by far. I spendeth mine days crafting arrows and in the light of her evening star. She warms slowly, my faceelaw Tegan, but I wilst prevail. She grants me small favor of her presence and I be content with what gifts I receive. I remembereth mine father's words on the subject of women. "Findeth her true love in this world and it make it thy own" he telleth me. The trick be to find the thing that wilst capture her heart. *Daniel ponders it for a time and sighs* a daunting task to be sure for what man truly knoweth the mind of a woman? I lack wit to maketh sharp funny words and mine speech soundeth the dullard at times, but I do mean well and true. Pray let that suffice. Mine Lord Protector, if she be the one meant for me, grant mineself the right words. For now, I hath purchased a set of boots, Ascender's March Barion calleth them, golden in color, from her guild, not out of need, but out of mine need to be near her. They cost me dear true, but art a pittance in price compared to a single kiss from faceelaw.
Lest I appear to lose all manner of myself, I didst notice four new faces in Hlint the other day. All bore a curious tatoo of dragon scales on their persons. From mine little observance , all seemed to know each other well and spoketh in a polite manner. I spoke of thier presence to the Lady Aniela Perdu later that eve and bid her to inquire as to thier professions and intent. More adventurer's to be sure, but mayhap more of the Lord Protector's followers findeth their way to us and couldst use the assistance of mine guild and Lady Aniela's sword. I wilst make mine introductions and offer services as soon as I be able.
*Daniel kneels in prayer briefly, meditating on another line in the Knight's code*
Our Duty to serve in fairness and integrity. Mine Lord Protector grant unto me thy blessings so that I may be of full service to all who do thy will.
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“Fool, idiot, and lackwit!” Daniel curses himself as the full realization at what almost transpired sinks in. “Thou must learn her heart, fool, lest her gifts be taken from thee, not by another, but by thy own stupidity!” Daniel plays back the scene in his mind once again, seeing himself hug the Paladin Aniela in relief at their mutual recovery from death. As they disengaged he remembers hearing the magic and spying a fleeting glimpse of his beloved in the trees some thirty feet away, a pained look on her face. Moments later as he and Aniela meet her on the road, Tegan tells them both coldly “I’m sorry but I don’t feel like talking, goodbye” as she hurries off. “Oh bother.” Daniel mutters to himself, the prickly realization of his transgression starting to become apparent to his wool head. “Farewell Lady Aniela, there be something I must do.” Daniel leaves the now puzzled paladin as they approach the east gate of Hlint.
Without further ceremony Daniel begins seeking out Tegan, first in Hlint, then Leilon, then the high forest. Upon approaching the woods, an inspiration strikes him. “A gift of arrows for her, but first I needst oak” Daniel eyes the woods carefully spotting the now ready for cutting oak trees and their insect guardians. Dispatching the first batch easily, he gathers some two limbs. Thinking himself safe, he advances further and hears the rustling of spiders legs on leaves.”Blast and bother, another ambush, Great Dragon – aid me!” Feeling a wicked bite to his lower leg, Daniel winces as the burning of poison shoots towards his heart, moments later, more bites paralyze him and he lies bleeding on the forest floor,” blasted trees” he mutters as seconds later the wail of the soul mother follows as all goes dark…the pain fades and he awakes in Hlint. “Mine seventh” Daniel mutters then shrugs,”Tis not a good day” Daniel grumbles. Finally at a loss as to where to find Tegan, Daniel reflects near Moraken’s tower, hoping that she will appear there from portal.
Time passes and eventually she appears. “Daniel!” she exclaims seeing his weakened state, “What happened?” He makes reply, “Milady, we must speak thou and I for I hath dire news least be mine seventh dining with the soul mother.” Her expression in one of mixed anger and concern, but she uses her magic to conceal them both and they walk to the shores of Lake Ibnoune. Tegan turns and speaks forcefully, “Daniel, I saw you with her. She hugged you and you did nothing to stop it, further you hugged her back.” Tegan’s statement makes Daniel pause. “Tis true, milady, I didst hug her, but twas as a brother, naught else.” Her eyes, filled with pain, tell him clearly that is not what she saw. Examining his feelings, Daniel sees the truth of it. “I respondeth to Aniela’s need of mineself, a need I see not in thee” Tegan nods in reply, justified anger and hurt plainly written on her beautiful face now. Sighing, she reaches inside a pouch on her waist and withdraws a familiar bit of rag wrapped around his gift. “Take this and give it to the one you truly desire, I can never need you as she does.” The words bite more painfully than any spider’s poison into Daniel’s heart causing tears to form in his eyes. Desperate, he speaks “Beloved, do not, for this ring be for thee and no other, what gift canst I bestow, what promise must I make, what oath must I swear to thee?? Pray tell me and I wilst so swear??!! Tegan replies true anger clouding her features “It infuriates me that all men think I need something from them or that I require some gift. Daniel, I only want you to be happy.” Daniel absorbs this and as he does an insight is granted and he presses the ring back to her. “Beloved, pray forgive me, another chance I beg. I be such a wool head, mayhap we canst start anew? For I love thee and no other truly. Looketh into mine eyes and tell me I lie! “His eyes shine with steely determination and love for her. She nods slowly, a small measure of feeling returning to her own eyes. “I don’t think you’re that dumb, Daniel.” She smiles. Daniel draws close to her, taking her hand into his and gently kisses the back of it, tickling her with his mustache. “Ah, but I do be a fool, faceelaw for thee.” Daniel releases her hand and steps back to look into her blue eyes. Although still guarded, they now once again hold the fire and tenderness that he has loved since his arrival in Hlint. “There be the lady I falleth in love with all those years ago.” He smiles back at her. Noting the passage of time, “I know thy guild awaits thee Milady as doth mine. Farewell Beloved.” Daniel watches as Tegan makes her way northward towards the forest and Leilon beyond. He waves and says to himself as she fades from view, “aye milady, I thought thee a goddess, mine evening star, but thou art a woman first and foremost, I shall not forget it ever again.”
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Mulnari, Mai 2, 1410
The last months pass as one in a dream. Tegan, mine beloved, grant me the gift of her presence whenst the duties of her guild allow. I be most grateful for these small interludes of happiness I find in her person. Upon a recent foray to Dregar, Tegan accompanied us with the agreement that all be split between the Angels and her own guild. We first helped her to hunt malar near the River of Shadows. For sooth, twas not a very exciting hunt as Tegan taketh no chances with the vampire assassins or the malar and by our overwhelming numbers and skill we quickly dealt death to both creatures.
We then quested in the Iron Hills, seeking gold in the Ogre Stronghold. Fully loaded with such, we madeth our way to Hurm and as we passed near Dalos Lake , I espied what I took to be the Barion. He sayeth not a word in greeting but hurried away as if his thick frame and shield denoting Rofirein not betray his presense despite his changed armor. By the haste of his departure and the set of his shoulders, he seemeth unsettled by Tegan’s appearance or perhaps mine own. May the Lord Protector comfort him in Abigail and in those he chooses to be with. I hath seen his application for Knighthood upon the lists in Velensk. May the Lord Protector grant us both our hearts requirements. I, for one, wouldst be honored to fight at his side, as we did in recovery of the recipe, differing guilds or no.
//Exploring the Past II
Our rescue of Maev yielded a mixed result. Maev be a changed woman in that she hath denounced Toran. I knoweth not what to make of such a change but it appeareth to be her own will and not some fell sorcery of the Vine. It saddens me to behold such an unwavering faith and dedication broken by temptation of earthy pleasures.
Miss Rhynn announced her desire to leave our motley group. Drogo has taken over in her stead, more out of need that naught else. We now seek a Baron Kelly and information on the Darklands. I wouldst seek such knowledge at Blackford provided I be welcome therein, mine last visit went..poorly.
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With heart and mind focused on healing, Daniel journeys to Velensk Temple of the Lord Protector. Donning simple priest robes he begins the week long ritual of fasting and prayer to cleanse and strengthen himself for his upcoming trials. His mantra be the Knight of the Wyrm's Code.
By the Insight of your wisdom we seek the best ways to observe the law.
By the Strength of your love as a shield we protect the innocent.
By the Might of your will we drive back those who seek to overthrow justice
By the Light of your soul we bring light into the darkness, law and order to chaos.
Our Duty to serve in fairness and integrity.
Our duty to serve through good judgement and generosity.
Our duty to serve through faith and true Justice
Our Duty to serve as champions of law and order against injustice and evil
Our steadfastness, our hearts and our souls are with you Great Dragon.
Into the light of your love for the people of this world we step, to follow the path you set by your Will.
To bring Law, impartial judgement and order to the world.
His prayers to the Lord Protector for strength, courage for duty, and wisdom. His studies will be of the Law.
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Daniel moves through his day in a dreamlike state, his actions nearly automatic and a nearly constant grin on his face. Later in the eve, Kyle and Ferrit hear singing coming from the bath in thier room as Daniel belts out few lines to a love song he heard from a bard in Leilon. "The ship tosses and turns on the wave..zzz" he finishes the last lines with a peaceful snore.
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Dawn finds Daniel once again surrounded by roses next to the pond that has become his favorite place. His head bowed in prayer, Daniel prays unceasingly for an end to the burning pain that afflicts his heart. "Mine Lord Protector, take this burden from me, let me know thy peace once again. In mine folly, I reacheth for the evening star and lo though it be all that I may wish for, I see it be as strong drink to one as weak willed as I. Mine duties suffer, mine friends and family sayeth nothing but I fail them at turns in mine quest to ascend to her heights and I be shamed by this need for her words, her presence, her love. She, who deserveth so much more than I wilst ever become, seemingly hast accepted mine base state and helped mine beggared self in truth of what she be - an angel in womanly form. I lack the grace to say such to her beautiful face, but if it by thy will, All Watching, let what grace thou giveth to me fall unto her. Put the flame of mine love for her in her heart. For mine part, what canst I do but make small favor for her with words and flowers. Tis not enough for one such as she and yet.. it be all I have to give. For my worldly pursuits falter and fail and I be but thy humble and poor servant. Others wouldst give from thier bounty, I wilst give her all I possess. Grant me thy comfort and blessing Lord Dragon, I beg." Daniel remains in his place for a time reconciling his heart and mind.
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Tunar, Jenra 3, 1411
*Daniel pulls his parchments for his pack and arranges them in front of him and frowns as he tries to make out some the phrases he’s left as proof of his wanderings. He shakes his head and says, “Tis not quite right, I will have to tone down my affection for the old tongue a bit methinks, lest my words become complete incomprehensible. I shall save mine more colorful words for whenst I address others in formal. Aye that is what I will do.”
I have neglected my writing of late, mostly due to adventures with others in Dregar and Rilaraoh no. On a recent trip with mine beloved granted me some insight into her world. I must confess to a lack of ability to keep up the sharp banter that accompanied our journey through Dregar to Firesteep where we met with Voon Loom, Boom Loom, and Master Hawk. I found the terrain disconcerting and unknown to my eyes and felt it wise to merely keep as silent as I could and observe. While sometimes a bit crude on the part of Master Hawk, the aforementioned banter showed the love and respect that these gentlemen feel for Tegan and as an outsider I must confess to a bit a jealousy to such affections. Never – the – less, I felt that I did what I could in helping the group procure both admantium ore and coal and return safely to Xora’s Tower. Upon our return we traveled to the place of Mahogany to gather the ingredients Tegan uses to make her enchantments and foodstuffs. We then made our way to Voon’s home in Dalanthar wherein I took my leave of the group by portal back to Hlint. Milady Tegan went ahead of me and as I sat in the ordered neatness of Voon’s home, Master Hawk expressed his opinion that I should let off my pursuit of Tegan’s heart. Not knowing what was shared between friends, I thought it best to appear confident of her love and say nothing lest I divulge secrets I pledged not to.
//Exploring the Past : Darklands placeholder pending approval of notes
Lady JennaJade De’ Shade
I finally was granted the privilege of meeting Barion’s newest bride to be the other day in Hlint. As I prepared to gather ore from Red Light Caverns with Jenna Pandorn, she approached and asked if she could accompany us. As the best ores are located deep in the caverns, I reluctantly consented, knowing full well the anger of Barion should any harm befall his beloved as she dwell in my charge. We made our way easily enough, such a journey being almost second nature to one who forges metal. I spoke direct to her of what she knew of Barion’s past loves and expressed my desire for hers and Barions happiness. The ore be retrieved and her task of taking the head of the goblin chief for Ronus completed, We parted company on what I thought to be good terms.
Some days later I was asked to accompany a dear friend, Amilia Tannes on a trip to Dire woods cave. Partied with us was Lex’or, Zergon, Christine, and Miss Hanna. About that time I noticed Lady JennaJade seemed to not to care for my presence and asked her forgiveness for whatever transgressions I seemingly had made. She deigned to acknowledge my presence but said she would not speak of at that time as she was in some state of mind for battle. We traveled overland to the broken forest when Lex’or announced his decision to challenge the forest. I spoke loudly and quickly against it, but in his haste, he must have not heard me and many of the others followed him blindly to a quick and horrendous death. I tried to save those I could but the vines ripped them to pieces before I could do much. I fled back to Krandor outskirts and awaited the forest to calm down. Zergon and Amilia joined me and I healed what injuries I could and we rested for a time. I periodically checked the forest and was rebuffed twice before giving it over and just waiting. During this time, Master Q came to deal with the situation and entered the forest to battle the vines for a time. Whilst he did so, Lady JennaJade attempted to recover her stone not once, but twice and was thrown down both times. The first she made no attempt at hello but plunged still deathly ill into the forest, the second she was warded and hidden by Zergon’s magics, but Master Q’s efforts against the undergrowth had riled the vines to the point of lethalness to any who entered. Much later after the vines had been pacified by Master Q, we traveled along the edges and made our way safely to Velensk a much smaller group of myself, Zergon, Dalan , and Miss Amilia. We gathered the topaz from the cave and defeated the ogres inside easily. I must start making more trips to Dregar as these poor ogres hardly test my skill anymore.
*Daniel finishes with a prayer of thanks
“Mine Lord Protector, mine thanks for both the quiet moments with mine beloved and the chance to adventure by her side. I thank thee also for mine family, the angels and all the blessing thou bestow upon thy servant.”
//yes I ‘m retreating a bit from the archaic speech. Dan will still use it in RP as much as I can stand it anyway. I’m finding it hard to have flowing conversations when I ‘m tied up in trying to remember tense and verb. He he.
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*Daniel pens a quick note on his parchments.
Dark dreams haunt my sleep. I awake exhausted but find no rest after. I sense malice and see only smiling faces. All seems joyful about me but mine mind telleth me otherwise despite lack of proof. I hath this sense of trepidation of the upcoming initiations as if mayhap after all mine prayers, I wilst be found wanting in some way. I have asked for Sister Serissa to seek me out. I need her counsel and mayhap a reconciliation with our mutual Lord Protector.
A spot of light be Miss Clarissa, a daughter of Toran. I helped her best I could in her training as a warrior and with some second hand equipment. May the All-Seeing keepeth her safe in her journeys.
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Sunra, Mar 22, 1411
I have travelled these past months through the deserts of Dregar and the Forests of Mists seeking solace from the anguish that I bear in mind and heart. I spoke of mine internal torment in Hlint recently, revealing mine fears of rejection by the Knighthood to Miss Tilli. She seems to think that I somehow deserve a Knighthood and frowned at my speech of accepting the Lord Protector's will in that regard. For that be mine state of mind of late..acceptance of what will be. I wilst make every effort to answer the rites of Knighthood fully, guided by mine faith in the Lord Protector's justice and what I know to be right in my heart.
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Tunar, Mai 10, 1411
Tis been some time since I penned word to page and I simply must relate some events. First, Sister Serissa and I finally found time to talk about the events of Broken Forest. I told her of my uncertainty and related the events as I recalled them. We spoke at length on it and I think she finally understood what I attempted to do that day – which was to save those I could. If my sword could have cleared it scabbard faster or had I been able to react quicker, mayhap events would have unfolded differently, I do not know. Mine one regret e that I did not yell the order to not follow Lex’or louder or make those that went after him listen. In that I accept mine failure to lead properly.
Further, we discussed her upcoming wedding to Master Quantum in which she invited me. I wished her and him all the happiness they deserve and promised to attend.
Finally, another of Rofirein, Sister Mylindra, felt the need to offer her counsel to reconcile Lady JennaJade and mineself over this same incident. Again, I put forth my part of the tale and listened to hers under Sister’s prompting. I understand now that from her point of view, it appeared that I had hung back from the fight which be true for the reason that I alone apparently knew the sad results of Lex’or’s challenge and wished to contain the carnage as best as possible. Mine efforts and JennaJade’s, and Christine’s fall be not in vain. Zergon and Miss Amilia didst survive the encounter due to their sacrifice and my healing efforts immediately after. She also accepted my apology for the tone of my words in Red Light Caverns and I accepted hers in regards to this incident. I wish it behind me and that peace be granted to those involved.
By the Strength of your love as a shield we protect the innocent.
((Daniel kneels and prays briefly)) This be the true cause of the knighthood as written in mine heart. Grant that I may continue to live by this ideal even if I should prove unworthy of knighthood, for it be the ideal not the title that truly matters.
//we talked and worked this out ic, bearing in mind two items: 1. Daniel did hang back from the fight not from cowardice, but from having a clue of what was about to occur. He did try to warn those he was with not to go forward and apparently was heard only partially but not heeded in a timely manner. 2. Good ole fashion lag. I didn’t even see Jenna go down the first time and barely saw Christine start to fight the deadly assassin vine. I’m not sure if it was from Lex’or’s magical buffs or when the choking vine area of effect spell kicked in. I’ve now told my story to three different people and consider this closed, forgiven, and best only remembered as a lesson – don’t agro the broken forest unless your willing to face the consequences and certainly let others know who are with you that you intend to do so- clearly and before you do so.
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There be many things to write of, but mine heart be not in it. Firstly, the initiations went well as far as I could tell. I searched out my heart at the trials and found mine Lord Protector and went forward. A priest, Warden Michaels, asks questions of those who know me of my adherance to Rofirein. I await word from the Knighthood's Lord Breton Parth on whether I be worthy or not. Mine sorrow me great at the understanding reached in regards to Lady Tegan. Despite mine best intents and desires, we wilst never be. She remains forever in mine heart, Beloved and true friend. On a journey with Master Q and others of mine guild, the soul mother feasted for her eigth time. May I serve the Lord Protector better in the next stage of my souls journey.
//mixed bag this weekend. Made 15th lvl with Daniel took Iron Will feat to offset his wool head *will save is lowest* only to fall to Trolls in River of shadows. 3 deaths and I get another dt..grr.
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((Daniel’s armor lies on the forge; multiple scratches and dings have been carefully patched with bits of hammered platinum and carefully repainted. As he waits for the paint to dry, he pulls his bundle of loose parchments from his pack, pulling a blank from the stack, he dips quill to ink and begins to write with a small smile on his face...)
Wedlar, Seplar 4, 1411
Tis been so long since I have felt a spark alight in mine heart, that I thought myself past hope of return, but I get ahead of myself and must start at the beginning.
Some two days ago as I worked an order of arrows for Zergon, consoling myself in my labors, Lady Tegan appeared almost out of nowhere next to me at the bench. Her pallor and lack of vitality stuck me as almost a physical blow, but she quickly explained that the soul mother had not visited and that recovery was not possible due the extreme danger it presented. We talked for a bit, mostly polite conversation of little consequence, when it stuck me that while my head had accepted her withdrawal, my heart had not, nor would it for some time. Discomforted by her very presence, but wishing to remain true, I sat with her by the well for some time until mine duties called me away. During our visit, Lady Dora found us and gave me a ring that I had asked her to make. The ring enhances my strength by the enchantments placed upon its diamond. I bad Lady Tegan and Dora both good day and made my way to the temple for a time.
The next day found me attempting to gather oak in the High Forest wherein I ran across Freldo. He immediately claimed rights to the oak himself in an unusually business like fashion. As I had no immediate need, I consented readily and even agreed to help him gather. He bade me to stand off a bit and watch him deal with the usual vermin that guarded the grove. I stood close by and watched as he flamboyantly dealt with the vermin by screams and quick use of his blade. He grumbled some as I waded in to help, but left off gathering of the oak to him and merely stood guard. Freldo seems to have become a passable woodsman despite his self pronounced laggardness. He quickly and efficiently hewed several good limbs from each of the trees. I discretely followed and planted acorns in their stead to preserve what balance I could. As he chopped he turned to me and asked rather straight out why I appeared so sad. I pondered the question for a time before answering with a simple name - Tegan. He nodded looking so unlike the Freldo I knew that I paused in my explanations to listen. He went on to tell me what he knew of Milady and her life and past loves. He said that he himself had fallen for her, but in her ignorance she had chosen another. I remained silent for the most part, and Freldo told me that my pain would pass in time and to keep hope for the pain would make me a better man in the end and that someday love would return. We made our way out of the High Forest and sat at the Gypsy camp for a time where Lady Ranewin joined us.
Seeing those two together as they were seemed to deepen my own loss, Ranewin seemed deeply concerned when I spoke of a wish to be undone, to pass into the realm of Mine Lord Protector where I would be free of this pain. I left suddenly, a fit of despair as their happiness together mocked the emptiness inside me, driving my legs to run down the road to Llast and leave the two in each other’s embrace.
Upon mine arrival in Llast, I found Anrillan Rain and Master Kyle in discussion at Omer’s house. Quickly wiping the moisture from my face and eyes I greeted them and awaited my share of the guild split from the last quarter. Rain thought to offer me some small comfort with words and advice. Most of which I had heard afore, but thought best to simply nod and express mine concurrence. He did make a good argument for speaking of mine pain and I shared what I could and felt lighter for it. I then worked my way south to the wastelands where I met with the Overdales, Gilli and Tilli.
After helping Gilli gather in Sielwood, Miss Tilli, myself, and Lady Clarissa made our way south to Velensk. We fought mostly ogres and the wyverns along our course. I dispatched a bird in Velensk for Dalan Stoneaxe, telling him of our intents and asking that he meet us at the Cave of Direwood. Upon our arrival to the Cave, the usual Mercenary scum attacked us on sight and had to be put down forcibly. We did so and as I entered the cave, I heard Miss Tilli cry out in alarm.
As I exited, mine eyes made out what appeared to be some foul spirit on the path. It spoke of sensing death and destruction in our wake and seemed intent on some foul purpose. As I looked upon it, mine spirit rebelled in its presence and I looked inside myself for the Lord Protector’s will. Such was granted unto me and combined with mine own will, I uttered a prayer in his name and hurled it at the creature who was repulsed. Biding the Paladin Clarissa to stow her weapon I called upon the All Watching’s might again and spoke my heartfelt prayer of obedience unto him. The spirit gave hue and cry and fled saying all present were taken by others. Miss Clarissa, Dalan and Miss Tilli joined me in giving thanks unto the Gods of Light. As I glanced over to Miss Clarissa’s presence, a shift occurred in my outlook as I pondered the light that surrounded her I saw its perfect order and grace and felt drawn to it as its light rekindled the spark within my heart. A spark of love for all that is just and good in the world. I looked upon her again in this new light and smiled for mine hearts despair left me at the moment.
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Sunra, Novlar 8, 1411
It is done, I have been made a Squire Knight of the Wyrm, and mine mentor chosen be Miss Jennara Creekskipper, Unit Captain and Heart of the Dragon. Mine joy at being deemed worthy and being assigned as her squire be beyond reckoning. Sir Breton Perth be praised for his keen insight into the path of mine life for who other could show me fully in the manner prescribed what mine heart seeks in the Lord Protector’s service.
Mine first task for Miss Jennara, I speak such of her at her bequest as she frowns upon the use of such titles as do I, be to listen and answer her questions of mine intent and desires as Knight of the Wyrm. During our discourse, the wisdom of the All Seeing was revealed in full to me in choosing this Knight as mine guide, for I have much to learn yet before I become a full Knight. May the Lord Protector bless her efforts and mine own as I begin anew my questing ever inward.
*Daniel bows his head in prayer to give thanks for a few minutes after he finishes the entry*
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Sunra, Decilar 8, 1411
A curious thing has happened of late. Twas on a recent trip to the Forest of Mists in Dregar that I felt it. Miss Clarissa, I, and Zergon gave battle to three of the fell giants therein and I had taken the brunt of their charge to our position. As I battled and was pummeled to the ground by their blows my life’s blood flowing from many wounds, I felt something give way suddenly in my breast. I leaned over and coughed up a bitter coppery mixture of blood and bile and smiled for no fear of death lingered in my heart as in times past. As I kneeled there contemplating whether madness or serenity dwelled within, I felt Toran’s healing touch mend those very same wounds as his conduit, Clarissa, gently grasped my hurts. “My thanks, miss”, I said slowly, praising Mine Lord Protector with silent prayers as I rose. “Come, there be more ahead”.
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*no date is marked for this entry*
I have been given a small task by Miss Jennara, I must profess the tenet of the Lord Protector that guides mine actions. After much deliberation and review I have chosen the second to last line of the Knight's code - Into the light of your love for the people of this world we step, to follow the path you set by your Will. As I expressed to Miss Jennara, mine heart be for him, not for his laws and rules, but for the love I recognize in a being who cared enough to carve order from the Chaos of pretime. *sighs* Perchance I do sound more Illsarian or of Az'atta, as some suggest, but somehow I will reconcile compassion with law. Speaking of the heart, I must confess some reluctance at the entry of Lady Ranewin into the Angels. After having ventured for a time with her, I have learned her grace extends far beyond mine own. I am shamed to have had such doubts. They were most unworthy of her. May her path be ever filled with the very love she extends to others. Freldo be a lucky man to have such in his life.
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Sunra, Apreal 1, 1412
I awoke fully dressed in a strange place this morning and it took me several moments to puzzle out my location and the note found next to me. The room had a sparse neatness I find appealing with naught but a weapon rack with several curiously made great swords, a chest, a wardrobe, and the futon I rested upon. The note reads –
Brother Daniel,
I guess that's what to call you now after the bonding with the rose and the mixing of our blood. Fear not that I would take advantage of you in your sleep. Though know I found comfort in your arms as you held me in the hall until Omer stepped in to find us there. I tried to explain to him somewhat before I brought you here so you could sleep in comfort upon my futon instead of in the hallway on the hard floor. You sleep like a log, by the way, or did at least as far as I carried you.
I admit I am confused, and even frightened of what happened between us. I count you a friend, and now as like a brother too, but I don't know if there is to be more than that between us. I find it easier to explain now that I write it, that in my life I've always run from the commitment of marriage...
I read the rest of it, her excuses contradicting her brash action the night before and smile shaking my head. I write a brief reply to the note at the bottom - “Ah, Miss, no one must be as alone as thou art now. Thy friend and brother, Daniel” I place the red rose, its thorns bearing the dried blood of both us upon the note and bow my head in prayer. “Mine Lord Protector, whenst her time comes gather her soul unto thyself and hold her in thy service for some of mine blood now flows in her veins.”
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//this is little more than a pared down dialogue between Ferrit and Daniel outside the guild hall in Hlint. I had just returned with Emie from the High Forest with a small load of oak. I had wished to dialogue this out as the following entry will be, but I do not have the time. As it is, it contains some good background information on Daniel, Benjamin , and Ferrit. I will trust to providence that it's in the spirit of the server to post such an entry. Enjoy.
Emie Meadows: Daniel I will wait inside
Daniel Poetr: Milady Ferrit, tis a good thing I ran into you. *nods to Emie*
Daniel Poetr: I made these the other day and thought .. well, I know thy need for arrows.
Ferrit Pandorn: *smiles* It's always good to see you, Daniel
Ferrit Pandorn: Oh? Arrows! Oh, goodie!
Daniel Poetr: *smiles back* aye.
Daniel Poetr: and more potions? where shall I keep them all?
Daniel Poetr: *chuckles*
Ferrit Pandorn: I hope you are using them to stay alive!
Daniel Poetr: aye, but I just fell gathering oak.. no harm done, Miss Emie helped me recover and the soul mother.. she did not await me this time.
Ferrit Pandorn: I don't trust that Jennara. She'll lead you into death just to prove a point.
Clarissa: *waves*
Ferrit Pandorn: Hi there.
Daniel Poetr: What? *seems taken aback*
Ferrit Pandorn: She's a fanatic, and I fear her.
Daniel Poetr: How so? *looks confused* of all the Knights , I trust her most, Milady.
Ferrit Pandorn: Oh, I'm sure her honor is not to be questioned. But her judgement in when to fight and when to retire...
Daniel Poetr: *looks interested in what her opinion is and listens* hmm?
Daniel Poetr: So far all we have done is speak at length of what constitutes our faith.
Ferrit Pandorn: I just think she would rush headlong into any situation where she feels she has the right of it.
Ferrit Pandorn: Good, I'm very relieved to hear that.
Daniel Poetr: no mad rushes to battle or retreat from such.
Ferrit Pandorn: I will worry a little less, then
Daniel Poetr: *grins* although my blade languishes in its scabbard, she has given me much to think upon.
Ferrit Pandorn: I see
Daniel Poetr: and I now understand wherefore I was made squire and not a full knight.
Ferrit Pandorn: I am much relieved
Ferrit Pandorn: All of us have been very worried about you.
Daniel Poetr: for you see, I believe that love be the way, but knoweth not the proper ends as Miss Jennara explains. Why the worry, milady?
Daniel Poetr: mine sorrow has left me and I.. *sighs*
Ferrit Pandorn: We don't want to lose you, Daniel. You are very dear to all of us.
Daniel Poetr: *looks intently at her and nods* mayhap so, but I feel as if..bah..
Ferrit Pandorn: As if?
Daniel Poetr: *clenches his jaw* as if I am near useless anymore.
Ferrit Pandorn: How could you possibly think that?!
Ferrit Pandorn: I depend on you to be in that front line keeping the monsters away from me.
Ferrit Pandorn: Kyle cannot do that alone, and Jako...well, Jako is still learning
Daniel Poetr: *sighs* and Master Kyle cannot? *looks at her sadly for a moment* I have had this feeling for some time, milady, and I..
Ferrit Pandorn: No, he cannot. You are the reason he has seen the soul mother so little. I would have both him and you alive.
Daniel Poetr: I don't know what to feel anymore. I feel as if I have gained everything and nothing at the same time.
Daniel Poetr as Emie steps through the door of the craft hall: thy pardon Miss Emie.. Here *hands her some oak branches
Emie Meadows: You keep what you need
Emie Meadows: Thanks for your help
Daniel Poetr: my thanks to you Miss.
Emie Meadows: Take care and stay safe
Daniel Poetr: aye thou as well.
Ferrit Pandorn: How can you feel you have gained nothing? Is it because you have not found a wife?
Ferrit Pandorn: You must keep trying. Will you leave the training of the next generation to Benjamin?
Daniel Poetr: There will never be children of the Poetr name Milady. Mine brother may spawn an entire village of bastards but he will never claim any of them.
Ferrit Pandorn: Patience, Daniel
Daniel Poetr: and I.. have not the heart left to love another.
Ferrit Pandorn: Love comes when it will
Ferrit Pandorn: One of the advantages of being a man is that even very old men can have children.
Daniel Poetr: aye, but even if another finds me even as an old man. What then?
Daniel Poetr: tis not simply a matter of sharing, milady. Whenst I love , I love completely, and mine affections art rejected by the one I would give myself to. *hangs his head*
Daniel Poetr: nay, they will be no more Poetrs.
Ferrit Pandorn: Then that person will love you as no other, and will have your children. If, gods forbid, something should happen to you, the guild as your family would help raise your children
Ferrit Pandorn: Don't give up so easily, Daniel
Ferrit Pandorn: Love is not easy to find and keep in this tumultuous world, but that doesn't mean it is not worth seeking
Daniel Poetr: Mayhap I could adopt one of the younglings from Miss Jennara's orphanages. I know not.
Ferrit Pandorn: Look at Quantum and Serissa. I would never have thought of either of them as the marrying kind, much less to each other...
Daniel Poetr: *seems lost in thought, but listening to her words, he doesn't seem to agree by his body language*
Ferrit Pandorn: Yes, adopt a child to love. You have more than enough love to go around.
Ferrit Pandorn: I am confident you would not slight him if you should have children of your own body.
Daniel Poetr: *his face contorts in a flash of pain* and leave such when I die.. Nay, tis better the child be left to its playmates then suffer the loss of one who would love them again..
Daniel Poetr: I do have one request milady.
Ferrit Pandorn: You could follow Barion's example and pay a family for the child's upbringing, visiting often
Ferrit Pandorn: What is that, Daniel?
Daniel Poetr: Do not allow Benjamin to enter the guild, his heart is ..not right and he will bring only pain to the guild family.
Daniel Poetr: I do not know what happened to him during mine absence, but I am powerless to fix it.
Ferrit Pandorn: There is no question of that, while you live. Die, and in our grief, we might seek the lesser Poetr.
Ferrit Pandorn: Perhaps he will change in time. I have.
Ferrit Pandorn: I was in prison, charged with robbery and murder when the Dragon brought me here, Daniel
Daniel Poetr: I know the place he sleeps, tis close to mine Sister Mylindra's room. It angers and gives me hope that he would dwell so close to her.
Daniel Poetr: *looks shocked* thou? I can not believe such. nay never!
Ferrit Pandorn: It's true
Ferrit Pandorn: Kyle is still my conscience. That JennaJade would be long dead but for him
Ferrit Pandorn: I had no family, no "upbringing"
Daniel Poetr: You , who nursed me from deaths door? a murderer? *furrows his brow mightily as if trying to see if the sun is dark*
Ferrit Pandorn: I earned my keep in a robbers' gang by doing whatever needed to be done
Daniel Poetr: *he stops frowning and tries to imagine such a life* *int check-10*
Ferrit Pandorn: I was small and good with locks, so I could get into a fine house and let the others in
Ferrit Pandorn: *smiles, remembering* I was a great pickpocket
Daniel Poetr: I see, a thief or thief's pawn then..*his eyes hold no judgment towards her* you did what you had to..I understand.
Ferrit Pandorn: I did whatever I needed to do to survive, Daniel, and it was not "nice"
Daniel Poetr: and you think that Benjamin may be able..to fight the shadows in himself?
Ferrit Pandorn: The night the Dragon called, we had raided a merchant's home and had been surprised by the guard.
Ferrit Pandorn: A guard was killed as we tried to get away, but we were caught anyway
Daniel Poetr: *nods, encouraging her to continue her tale*
Ferrit Pandorn: Fight them himself? Maybe not
Ferrit Pandorn: I did not begin to change until Kyle took an interest in me and began teaching and protecting me
Ferrit Pandorn: Love can work astounding changes, Daniel
Ferrit Pandorn: Even for one who had no idea what love is
Daniel Poetr: I see. *his eyes are guarded* I shall cling to some small hope for him then.
Ferrit Pandorn: My hope for Benjamin is that love will somehow reach him
Daniel Poetr: but pray continue, you were in prison? What happened next?
Ferrit Pandorn: I don't know him well, but I sense that he feels completely unloved, and unworthy of being loved
Ferrit Pandorn: They threw us into a cell until morning, meaning to haul us before a judge.
Daniel Poetr: *smiles* there was a time, when we were very close him and I.
Daniel Poetr: *listens* sorry.
Ferrit Pandorn: I curled up in a corner and went to sleep--no use thinking about the future. There wasn't going to be one.
Ferrit Pandorn: I awoke at the feet of the Dragon.
Ferrit Pandorn: I'm sure that the rest of my fellows are long dead.
Daniel Poetr: *nods*
Daniel Poetr: so the dragon's call pulled you from prison milady?
Ferrit Pandorn: Yes, it did
Daniel Poetr: and you never faced the judge for your part in the crimes committed?
Ferrit Pandorn: No, I didn't
Ferrit Pandorn: Nor will I, for there was no excuse for them. I would be sentenced harshly.
Daniel Poetr: *a mighty battle seems to be taking place in his head, finally he smiles* we should attempt to clear thy name, milady.
Ferrit Pandorn: No way
Ferrit Pandorn: I have no name to clear
Daniel Poetr: How so?
Ferrit Pandorn: Ferrit is not my real name--in fact, I don't even know my real name
Daniel Poetr: Thou art Ferrit Pandorn, no? *regards her for a moment* *wis check-4*
Daniel Poetr: *shrugs* as you say.
Ferrit Pandorn: I just know that I was not related to anyone in the gang, and that someone else must have cared for me as an infant and toddler.
Daniel Poetr: Lord Protector forgive me, but I could never condemn you for your crimes, nor shall I speak of this to anyone.
Ferrit Pandorn: Ferrit is the name I gained for my size and stealth
Daniel Poetr: *nods*
Ferrit Pandorn: Thank you, Daniel. I trust you with my life in this.
Daniel Poetr: but surely allowances must be made for those children who fall under the sway of such things. Tis not right to condemn them for the actions of those that led them astray. *looks at her and smiles* Mine life for you or Master Kyle, you know this.
Ferrit Pandorn: Such children grow up to be robbers, highwaymen and worse. I was a woman grown when the Dragon rescued me.
Daniel Poetr: Mayhap the dragon's calling and Master Kyle be the blessings you needed and fate provided.
Ferrit Pandorn: Yes, indeed I do think so
Daniel Poetr: Then I shall not dwell on it. My thanks for thy story and candor Milady. Know that I think now that if any can help mine brother, it may be you.
Ferrit Pandorn: *smiles* Thank you, Daniel; I will do whatever I can.
Daniel Poetr: but remember the callousness of thy earlier training, it dwells in his heart, twisted and full of shadows.. He truly cares for naught but his own selfish needs and wants.
Ferrit Pandorn: I understand that well
Daniel Poetr: even unto the pain of a beating he mocked me and my faith, for such has become so foreign to him that he cannot see love, much less feel it.
Ferrit Pandorn: Poor man!
Daniel Poetr: and so I released him and healed his hurts, he ran ..laughing and mocking me the whole way. *sighs*
Ferrit Pandorn: You are too close to the original hurt, Daniel
Daniel Poetr: He does have a weakness Milady. His true love be magic of the arcane. He had some small talent in it when he was a child.
Ferrit Pandorn: I see. And was that strongly discouraged?
Daniel Poetr: aye, by mine eldest brother, Stephans drinking and squandering of the family business.
Ferrit Pandorn: Hmm, I begin to wonder how it is that you turned out so well?
Daniel Poetr: *smirks* quite literally he drank the family wealth and well disposed of it much the same way.
Ferrit Pandorn: Then who gave you the values and courtesy you hold so dear?
Daniel Poetr: *shrugs* my father and his duty and the family man at arms, Jack, a retired soldier of Mistone.
Ferrit Pandorn: But they failed with two...
Daniel Poetr: aye, mayhap.
Ferrit Pandorn: I begin to understand Benjamin a little better
Daniel Poetr: Stephen, last I visited, would have nothing to do with any of us. He covets his bottles of Bock.
Daniel Poetr: more than any familial relation.
Daniel Poetr: Benjamin seeks to fullfill his lusts in Leilon.. look for him there.
Daniel Poetr: Now with thy leave, I must go to mine prayers Milady.
Ferrit Pandorn: Fare you well, Daniel
Daniel Poetr: Farewell Milady Ferrit. *bows
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Daniel sighs and addresses the closed door, hearing her ragged sobs coming from behind it, “I cannot lie to you in this, but ...if you should ask for marriage I would.. agree.” He pushes on the door and finds it locked, “Melanna?” he says questioningly as he jiggles the handle loudly. “Please open the door,” his voice sounding hurt and frustrated. Suddenly, the lock clicks open and then the door is bursts open, as Melanna, in full battle dress with flaming great sword on her shoulder dashes forth and pushes past a surprised Daniel. “Hold,' he cries, but she continues out the front door. He follows as quickly as he can in his distress, but in her anger she out paces him.
Running now to keep up with her, he yells to her retreating form.” Melanna!”
She pauses momentarily, “What?” sounding grumpier than her usual.
“I did not lie to you.” he says simply referring to her inquiries as to marriage and his feelings towards her.
Her voice softens as she replies, almost out of earshot, but sounds sadder for it “I know, I wouldn't expect you too.” She lengthens her stride suddenly and she quickly outdistances him heading into the wild hilly regions south of Llast.
His last glimpse as he attempts to follow is her entering the valley of the Storan's Crypt. “Egads, NO!” he cries as he enters the valley, hastily calling upon the protections of helmet, belt, and amulets to shield and ward. He watches in horror as she enters the Crypt unwarded and vulnerable to the undead within. “Melanna!!” He screams hoarsely, guessing her intent now and wishing feverishly that he could take the truth of his words back. Keeping the presence of mind to realize his danger, but not caring for his own life, he follows her inside and down the hall after offering a prayer for protection to his Lord Protector.
As he enters the crypt just moments after her, he hears the familiar wail of the soul mother and feels the malice and evil that pervades the place as clearly as the sweat the springs to his own brow. His head hangs for he knows by that wail that he is too late, but a new resolve fills his limbs with purpose. “They will not feast on her, these of Storan, not while I still draw breath.” Daniel rushes the first skeletal warrior he sees and delivers a mighty overhand blow, nearly breaking the magical bindings of its bones in one blow. The electrical enchantment of his sword finishes the task as it sparks outward and the warrior crumples into a heap. The snarling visage of a Bodak turns in the gloom towards him and he sees what it was standing over.. Melanna's body.
Ignoring the closing skeletons, Daniel springs forward, desperation giving his limbs extra strength. His first blow lands squarely across the monster's torso scoring a deep cut and the back blow nearly severs its right arm. Seemingly unfazed by his best attack routine, the Bodak regards him and the fell power of death sweeps outward. Daniel’s limbs temporarily freeze as his heart skips a bit under that gaze, but with a snarl, he shakes it off and renews his attack routine, scoring another mighty blow, finally severing the monsters right arm. The Bodak recoils from this latest attack, stepping back a few steps. Daniel makes a grab for Melanna's booted leg and turns to run, knowing himself outmatched by such a creature, much less it and the horde of its fellows now rushing the doorway, as he does so the Bodak's gaze falls upon him once more. Shuddering under the magical assault, Daniel staggers and drags Melanna clear of the crypt. He stops and gently lays her body out on the ground, noting the frost marks of undead touch upon her arms and legs. He turns and faces the doorway, knowing his death is certain if anything emerges after him, but remembers that if any undead were to escape the confines of the crypt it would be a black mark on his honor.
Moments pass and his feeling of apprehension lessens considerably as no undead emerge. Sighing, he sheathes his sword, shoulders his shield, and wraps her body in his spare cloak, taking the time to smooth her red locks and close her eyes, still wide with the shock of her final death. The look of such upon her face, causes his stomach to convulse and he turns quickly to vomit forcibly upon the flagstones of the crypt. He gathers her now shrouded form and walks out of the valley.
As he emergences from the valley, Brother Lyons and Kuuk await at the road. Wearily, Daniel hails them,” Brothers!” as he puts down the body of Melanna. The grief still fresh and the faces at once sympathetic and curious, Daniel sobs as he removes his helm. “She's dead!”
“Who is this?” Brother Lyons asks.
“Melanna Jin'Daern,” is the emotional reply as fresh tears flow in a mix of guilt and sadness.
“Squire Daniel? How did she fall?” Knight Lyons commands of him.
Remembering his duty, he reports grimly “the last time.. to the bodaks.. I found her there.. I took her body..and fled.”
Lyons simply replies with a “Hmmm” as he turns to inquire of Kuuk. “Can you help her friend, Kuuk?”
Daniel interjects, “Tis no use.. her soul has fled the final time. I heard the wail”
Kuuk starts a bit at that and shakes his sadly, “I'm sorry, no.”
“Then we must pray to the Lord Protector to guide and protect her,” is Lyons calm reply as he kneels beside her body.
Looking vaguely uncomfortable Brother Kuuk softly speaks his mind “I wish I could do something....”
Daniel's plaintive wail is much more forward as the past moments finally come to focus in his mind. He looks skyward and screams the question “Why!” Realizing his shameful act of doubting his lord's will, he quiets and kisses her forehead, joining his voice to theirs in heartfelt pleas to the Lord Protector. “Lord Protector, please look after the soul of Miss Melanna Jin'Daern,”
Lyons prays to which Kuuk adds “May the All Seeing light your path.
Daniel's own prayer sounds suddenly inadequate to his ears but he utters it anyway through tears “Her blood and mine art one, Lord Protector, pray take her unto yourself. Let her soul not wander aimlessly in the soul mother’s realm.”
Lyons continues with “We trust your wisdom. Your will be done. “ He pulls his ceremonial Knight's Claw from his pack and invokes its magic, calling forth the blessing of the Lord protector “May the blessing Rofirein placed upon this sword, the Knight's Claw, bless her and her brother now and forever.” He places the sword back into his pack and turns to Daniel, “Squire Daniel, will you be able to find your way safely to the temple in Velensk?”
“Aye, She is mine sister by the old ways, brother... I shall care for her,” is Daniel's reply as he gathers her up once more, his eyes bright.
Lyon's begins to pull on his armor and turns to Kuuk, “We have the Lord Protector's will to do inside Storan's.”
Kuuk gives Daniel a last look before acknowledging Lyons order,” I'm so sorry for her loss. Rofirein will protect her on her journey. Safe journeys friend.”
“Aye, Justice will be hers tonight; you have my word on that.” Lyons declares.
Daniel nods grimly and starts walking. “My thanks, Brothers.” he mutters as he begins his journey north.
**walks to Leilon, carrying her body
Daniel enters Leilon his mind filled with last moments with the woman in his arms, his heart in turmoil. As he approaches the inn, He spies Eghaas coming through the door.
Eghaas notes the shrouded body and a flash of red hair as well as Daniel's face ravaged by grief. “who is that?” “Melanna, she fell in Storans.”
Daniel continues walking now towards the docks and spies Miss Hanna, a look of pure shock and horror marring her elfish features. Sighing, Daniel gently places the body on the ground and removes the portion of cape that covers the face.
A sharp keening cry erupts from Hanna, “Oh God, Noooo!”
Daniel pauses in his movements to regard her quietly knowing not what manner of reaction he expects from this slight, yet wise Elvin lady.
Eghaas kneels next to him and straightens her hair. “Why?” he asks looking at Daniel.
Guilt causes fresh tears to fall to Melanna's breastplate. “It was my fault, I told her the truth and she..could not accept it” He turns to regard Miss Hanna as she sobs, her head bowed. Daniel shuffles uncomfortably but knows he must ask this woman, this self proclaimed sister of Melanna's, her thoughts as to his intents. “I thought to bring her to Velensk.. so that mine Lord Protector could take her soul unto him, what do you think , Miss Hanna? Be that wise?”
Eghaas Treebringer, “what could she not accept?”
Daniel takes up Melanna's hand, showing thorn marks recently healed on both and says simply “ That I could not give mine heart to her completely, friend, But that I would marry her if she asked of it.” With his free hand, he smoothes her hair again.
Eghaas half stutters uncharacteristic of his usual directness and logic, “It is....not...” as if trying to come to some conclusion.
With a soft curse directly solely at his own tormented heart, Daniel says simply, “In the end, she dies as all do… alone, for I followed to slow.”
Questioning now, Eghaas asks, “Followed too slow? What do you mean?”
Daniel makes no direct reply, but instead tries to assuage his guilt by clutching Melanna’s still form as hot tears cool quickly on her breastplate, “Forgive me, Melanna.” After a few moments, Daniel remembers himself and makes reply, “We sat together for a time at her home…and talked. She wore this beautiful blue dress. But I could not lie to her of what be in mine heart” Even his grief, the image of a white hair and blue eyes comes unbidden to his mind. With a sigh, he dismisses the image.
As if trying to put Daniel’s words and the form prostrate on the ground together, Eghaas utters her name, “Melanna...”
Eghaas begins to pray, “May Aeridin guide your path Melanna in the Great Cycle. May you rest in peace.”
Looking to the near mute grief of Miss Hanna and hearing not a reply to his inquiry, Daniel hardens his resolve to do what he feels is right and states loudly, “I must take her to Velensk.”
Eghaas, so full of questions, asks, “Was she of the faith?”
Not entirely certain how to respond, Daniel begins to wrap Melanna in his cloak again hoping some inspiration will strike him to answer Eghaas’ question. His only thought is that if the greatest gift one can give to another be the gift of self, then Melanna deserves this gift, he replies, “Her blood and mine co mingled, aye I will do this.” Quickly, he stands and almost sways with exhaustion. His body’s natural fortitude asserts itself and he steadies.
As he stands, Elohanna puts her hand on his arms and pleads, “Let me come with you?”
Daniel searches her face for anger and finds only grief. He nods, “She should have all those that cared for her with her at this time.”
Eghaas is quick to add, “Would you like me to accompany you El?” To which Elohanna simply nods.
As the trio approaches the docks, several are already there. Among them are Clarissa, Aeryn, and Krysthalien. Snow falls softly, but the wind is biting and cold from the north. The three are discussing some business as Daniel walks past, bearing his burden, his head low.
Krysthalien asks Clarissa a question before noting the presence of the three newcomers, “We wantin them mush-rooms eh clarissa? fer th' polishin oils?” His question goes unanswered as the spell singer, Aeryn and Clarissa take note of the mood of the other group.
Krysthalien, still not noticing and intent on a reply from Clarissa utters, “eh?”
A bit more observation, Clarissa, takes in the scene, noting red hair and shape of Daniel’s burden she asks “Daniel, What’s happened?”
Daniel seems not hear the words, but stops and regards them with red eyes.
Elohanna finds her voice and cries out in her high Elvin voice, “She's gone!
To which Clarissa replies, still not sure of what has occurred, “Who's gone?”
Mantra like and quietly, barely heard above the wind Daniel answers, “Melanna, she has fallen for the last time. I am taking her to Velensk.” He walks toward the captain and sets her body down to converse with him. He pauses, and then addresses the captain holding a bag of true. Behind him the others continue their questions. “This woman must be kept whole and we must sail direct to Velensk, Good Captain, here be the true for such a voyage.” Daniel’s whole demeanor demands nothing less than a yes and the Captain takes the true and starts yelling orders to his crew. Daniel turns to those gathered on the dock, “We will morn our sister in Velensk. Any who wish to join us?”
Clarissa replies,”Oh no.”
Krysthalien now grasping the situation looks to Daniel with concern as he shivers in the cold air. He also spies Lex’or approaching the dock and his face saddens. Aeryn shakes his head, obviously never having met Melanna, but sympathetic to her friends loss.
Elohanna follows Daniel and kneels down next to Melanna crying, “My sister.” Is all that is heard.
To which Clarissa responds from the dock, “Your sister?”
Her question goes unanswered as Lex'or walks directly to Elohanna and speaks, “Hanna? What happened?”
Eghaas answers simply, “Melanna, she...” as Lex’or joins Elohanna on the deck of the ship, kneeling beside her.
“Oh Hanna, I’m so sorry for you.” Lex’or whispers to her.
Noting the sudden increase in activity of the ship’s crew, Elohanna nods and says,” We must go... I can't keep Daniel waiting. I am sorry.” Lex’or feeling unwelcome hangs back.
Hanna, Eghaas, and Daniel watch as the crew gently takes Melanna below and places her upon the cut ice originally bound for Point Harbor, but now commissioned for Velensk. The others stay on the dock waving their farewells.
Krysthalien steps forward before the gangplank can drawn and hands Hanna a handkerchief, ”Irama, selala. Hanna accepts it with a thank you and wipes some tears away.
Stepping forward Clarissa invokes the All Watching, “Toran guide her soul to a better place” She shouts across the water as a tear slides down her face.
Daniel Poetr offers his hand to Miss Hanna, “Come.” Hanna takes his hand trembling as they walk to the railing.
Krysthalien continues addressing Hanna from the dock in the elfish tongue as they sail out of sight, “E lairilcc tymila ane sa cemw oem aeym oilccal laelaanam. Sa anireyviranla illw tymilaamla ve ameanir aey illa amacc.”
After an uneventful journey to Velensk, Daniel takes up her heavily shrouded body and makes his way to the Temple, stopping to thank the good captain for his service. Eghaas and Hanna follow quietly. He pauses at the entrance and sets her down upon the grass. Kneeling next to her, he opens his heart to the Lord Protector in prayer, “Vigilance be my shield, protect me from a squalid past, knowledge be my weapon, In which I will carve a path to an enlightened future. Is this thy will, mine Lord? Do you accept this woman as thy own? Grant unto me the wisdom to do thy will.” He listens with his mind and heart for a time and receives no reply as the others join him. Eghaas looks at him and the still body of Melanna with sorrow.
Elohanna kneels beside Melanna gently stroking her hair as she to pray to Aeridin. Daniel turns to her, for the first time seeming uncertain, “What say you Miss Hanna, shall I bring her into the temple?”
Elohanna, looking up from her prayers to Aeridin, “Please Daniel of all the Gods who would grace her... Rofirein would. She was a protector. “
His face openly concerned, Daniel states, “I receive no guidance in mine prayers, but aye I will finish what I have intended.” He gathers Melanna into his arms and staggers as comes to his full height. Eyes fixed in front of him he enters the temple. The rest follow respectfully with Miss Hanna kneeling in front of her sister and the altar.
Pleading to a god not her own, Hanna beseeches, “Please see her soul safely. I know I have no right to ask. Please guide her spirit and protect her.”
Daniel lays her at the foot of the Great Dragon, carefully arranging her body with Great Sword clasped in both hands on her breast, “Pray take her as thy own. Grant unto her thy eternal care, my Lord Dragon, for in life she lived as any who served thee in deed if not name. Veew Fa, Melanna.” He waits for a time for the priest to come, as he does so Omer steps through the temple doors. Omer steps forward and kneels next to Hanna, taking her hand into his. Hanna tears flow anew as she feels the warmth of his grasp. Seeing her reaction, Omer pales but remains at her side his eyes showing true loss as much as any there.
With a sigh, Daniel stands and turns to them, “I have done all I can for her. The Rest be up to the Lord Protector.” Kneeling in supplication before Hanna, Daniel pleads with his eyes to be understood and perhaps forgiven. He half whispers, “I would have loved her as best I could and been her husband for the time we both had left.”
Omer remains quiet lost in his own memories as are the others present, but Elohanna speaks her mind, “He will grant her grace won't he Daniel?” she holds her hand out to him and his heart breaks anew, “Please say he will?”
Daniel looks back at the body then back to her, “I do not know for certain Miss. As I have said, I have done all I can for her. Brother Lyons and Kuuk both prayed for her soul as well...” He swoons having taken virtually nothing in to drink or eat in nearly a week but water.
Elohanna hugs both Omer and Daniel tightly and says,”Freldo...Lillian...They have to know.”
Daniel nods in reply, “Aye, when the priests prepare the body, it will be available for visitation for a time… then let all her friends know.” He looks into her eyes for anger, hatred at what he sees as his own fault and finds only compassion.
Elohanna responds to his look and voices her feelings, “I do not blame you Daniel. I could not. We must tell her friends though.” She finishes with a gentle hug and Daniel feels some of the guilt if not the sorrow leave him.
Daniel pauses before expressing his gratitude, “Thank you Miss Hanna for that. I pray she be at peace now. Aye, we will make her death known to her friends. I will remain here for the time being to ensure her burial.” He rises and makes his way to the holy font, to cleanse and prepares himself for more prayer.
Elohanna watches him walk over, “I should go...”
Daniel turns and nods again,” Part of mine duty as blood brother, Miss. Farewell.”
Elohanna walks back to Omer and Eghaas.
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The doom that befalls us all eventually has befallen mineself. Whilst patrolling Sauderia I fell to the giants therein and suffered the soul mother's touch for the ninth time. Let this entry be my will for my final encounter with her. I have asked Tegan to adminster my wishes and have placed a copy of this entry in her hands. *grins a bit* although I have placed almost all of the below items with thier new owners already.
First, the shield given to me by the Keeper will be passed to Miss Clarissa, paladin of Toran, may its protection serve her well.
Second, Diamond Ring of Bull's strength to be given to Dalan Stoneaxe by way of Jako whom I have entrusted it to for now.
Third, the Heart of the Healer, to be given to the one who holds my heart now and forever, Tegan.
Fourth, All True in my bank account and possession are to be forwarded to Miss Jennara to use as she sees fit for any relief efforts.
I wished to be buried with the Knight's Claw and armor, so that I may be ready to serve upon my arrival to the Lord Protector's Domain.
Anrilln Aey, Faceelaw for watching over my affairs in my absence.
Thy Daniel.
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Satari, Mar 28, 1413
It would seem some small joys remain in my world despite the nearness of death. At the last venture into the Haven Mines with Milady Ferrit, Friend Jako, Friend Dalan, and Anrillan Rain, I felt a sharpening of mine mind and the ten years of tutelege under Rain in Elvish seemed to coalesce in my mind to a better understanding of the elven tongue and heart. Now I must seek out the loremasters and prove my knowledge of the fey tongue.
I recently spoke at length with Miss Jennara as well and she expressed her confidence in my ability to fullfill the role of a Full Knight of the Wyrm. Strangely enough, her faith in my abilities makes me content enough to not pursue the matter further. All of us are but learners of lore and wisdom for our time here in any event - If I must remain a squire until the end of my days - so be it. With these words, I rededicate my life and its purpose to helping those in need.
//Daniel makes 16th and finally takes his required Int point for 12 Int.
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//exploring the past II We have succeeded at freeing ourselves from the rift our own stupidity created but at what cost? We are now divided and owing a debt of honor to the Lady of Doom, Mist herself and for what - shards of glass! Mine Lord Protector, grant me your insight, for I feel the common will of the fellowship breaking but lack good words to sway the doubters other than to rely on chaotic nature of Mist herself to swing the other way. *places the quill to his lips and seems to reach a decision* For my part, I will stand with those that wish to continue, for once started down, some paths cannot be left. *smiles wryly* It may come to pass that "My life for Alindor" will be by oath as well, by choice or no.
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Satari, Mai 14, 1416
Three years have past since I last set foot in Hempstead or Vale. I leave the village well guarded by my young apprentice , Eric, may the Lord Protector keep him and his charges safe. I return to combat the growing rumors of evil within the church and the lands that surround. May mine Lord Protector grant me his strength of claw and scale in these trying times. I still view the guild as family, but have severed all monetary links, including the disposal of mine keys, but one. Hers I will keep next to my heart as always.
I was most glad to meet with allies and friends upon my return. Clarissa has done exceedingly well and I am deeply proud of her continued dedication and compassion. Dalan, my dwarven brother, I met with in Vehl this very day and sought to aid the Good Captain of that town. We succeeded in our task with a minimal loss of life.
Claw and Scale unto mine final death.
Daniel Poetr, Knight Errant of the Wyrm.
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*Daniel sits by the small pond near Hempstead, parchment and quill laid before him as he pens his last farewell to Tariana*
Daniel's Farewell
Tariana, the Great Dragon's Chosen
A fair lass unto death you shall be.
The dark moth's flame, drawn by thy grace
Mine brother's wife all to see
Sooth, loved by both, dear Sister
but by only one possessed
The light to mine brothers darkness he calls you
and so thy patience stressed
Thou bore Benjamin a son, the gift of life for life
so that the Poetr name wilst not fade with age
Cruel mother of souls cut thy strand at last
and let fly to our Lord's sheltering wings.
*Daniel calls a hawk to him and addresses it to his brother* "Fates be kind, Dear Lord Protector, fates be kind.", he whispers as the hawk takes flight.
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Mulnari, Apreal 2, 1432
Glad tidings come unto me Great Dragon in the form of Lady Treana. I had not thought a simple favor between friends couldst grow to a love I feel now, but such is so. We are engaged to be wed, her and I, yet I looked inward as always to be sure of my own intents. Do I seek solace in my advancing years? Assuradely, Lady Treana has given me home, hearth, affection, and her companionship, but with some condition. Her traditions, she calleth them the old ways, sooth, I be no stranger to such things, but these practices I must follow test my mettle. No longer may I offer those female friends close to me an embrace of warmth, but instead but politely shake hands lest I violate my vow of engagement.
To the matter of the ceremony itself, Master Kyle and M'lady Ferrit revealed to me the trickery involved to test the heart. Both Treana and I must pick another of the fair sex to kiss the other come the union day. Mine, A'Tulsaiir na'Biirisa, has been chosen. Ferrit forbid Master Kyle from the role, but gave her blessing for Cole, thier son to do so. Young Cole has accepted this task, but I wonder if I or he know the full extent of the test? Even as I pen word to paper, I ponder Treana's choice and worry the end of mine quill at it. For what if she chooses Faceelaw? To feel nothing at such a kiss wouldst mean I be truely dead, methinks yet to evidence any emotions meaneth a breaking of the union.
To this end, I spend much time in Addison's tomb, praying openly to mine Lord Protector for his strength and wisdom. For if any know my heart it be he.
Daniel Poetr,
Knight of the Wyrm.
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Daniel gently places the key in a kitchen chest and leaves as quietly as his plate armor will allow. As he hears the door lock behind him he says quietly, "Veewfa, faceelaw. My thanks for thy trust, but it is time to let such things go." Walking the short distance back to Treana's house, Dan sets to work on a hand crafted iron shield, painstakingly painting Rofirein's crest and chiseling runes into its surface."Into the light of your love for the people of this world.."
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Danael approaches Benjamin in the Hempstead craft hall, "Brother, I would have words with you in regards to my beloved." He says angrily.
Benjamin hearing the clank of his brothers armor, turns slowly and his hands slip to the hilts of his blades unconciously, "Yeah, what about it? She's alright ain't she? I mean, she's a little more scatterbrained then she was before, but I really can't tell the difference myself." He replies with a smirk.
Upon hearing this expected reply, Dan explodes into action, pushing forward and gripping the front of Benjamin's tunic with both hands, effectively pinning him against the tinkers furnance. The hot surface raidiates heat which washes over them making them both instantly sweat. "Thou left her there with those animals brother! Further, thou did not tell me of her plight!"
Benjamin's cool facade turns to one of bitterness, "What shoulda I have done, Dan?" His words dripping with sarcasm. "I ain't no hero, on thing I could do was slink outa there and save my own arse!" Benjamin replies, his left hand quickly drawing a dagger and pressing it point first into Danael's armpit, "Now let me go, before I do something we both regret and I'll try ta explain my thinkin some."
Danael regards him for a few moments, feeling the prick of the dagger in his armpit, "Very well," he backs off a step letting his brother escape the furnace's heat. "Explain thyself, but no lies!"
Benjamin takes a deep breath and resheathes the dagger, "What woulda ya done, had I told ya what happened ta Treana, big brother? Rushed off and got yerself killed that's what, ain't it?!" He asks rhetorically.
Danael seems taken aback, pondering Benjamin's words, then nods. "Aye, I would have, as you say, rushed to her aid. Would you not have done the same for thy Lee?"
"Sure, I woulda, but I woulda been smart about it, brother. Ya know Storold was plannin a rescue attempt, doncha? Iffn I hadn't heard bout a woman bein found near North Point and investigated it myself..I woulda told ya myself when he was ready ta go. Till then, wasn't a dang thing either of us coulda done other then get ourselves killed..Ya ken see that can't ya?" Benjamin searches his brothers face for acceptance of this fact. "I do care about ya and maybe even Treana..a little..not a lot, but I ain't stupid either. Them darkies woulda killed ya outright." He shrugs and waits for Danael to digest what he's said.
Nodding in agreement now, Danael's features turn from restrained anger to grief, "Aye, I se thy reasoning be sound enough. Forgive my outburst, I beg." Danael offers a hand which is ignored by a scowling Benjamin. "Treana wilst be some time before she be whole again. I fear the possibility of her bearing our child. The Dark ones used her, brother, in the foulest of ways." He says his voice trembling. "She can barely stand mine touch, and it pains me to see her so."
"Look, I did what I could, Dan. I know yer a good man, ye'll find a way ta bring her around. Now iffn yer done with yer righteous anger bit, bugger off..I got work ta do here. "Benjamin turns and goes back to loading the furnace with clay.
Danael sighs and turns to leave, his anger gone now, only grief remaining, "Brother, how canst thou be so cold?" He asks softly before leaving the area, not expecting a reply.
"Because nobody give a rats arse what ya feel, big brother..only what ya ken do fer em." Benjamin mutters as Dan leaves the craft hall. "That's jest the way it is."
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*Daniel's long legs bear him along the road between Hempstead and Hlint and back again, his face agrin with joy, his thoughts racing* She be with child, my beloved! Praise be the Lord Protector for granting mine prayers! *His simple thoughts are revealed in his light step and beaming face as he makes his patrols*
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Mine daughter has arrived into this world! Praise be the Lord Protector! Treana bore the ordeal with the discipline that rivaled any knight, I be most proud of her. Melanna Min Poetr be perfect in form and sound. Love of Promise, or somesuch as Treana speaks, I must confess her old tongue confuses me at time.
Alas, as the weeks have gone by Treana's spirit seems to fade somewhat as her motherly instincts come to fore. M'lady speaks of retirement and I must confess a certain fondness for the idea myself for I too wish to see these days fullfilled and my own flesh and blood come to fore in health and happiness. I shall set aside these instruments of war for good I think.
Last entry of Danael Min Poetr, Servant of the Lord Protector,
Sunra, Jular 15, 1436.