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Confessions of a Sailor ~ Karn's Memoirs
Prologue
Living aboard a ship since birth can give you a slightly skewed view on things, especially when
you are suddenly left 'cast-away’ on land for the first time. This is the experience of a
young Karn who had until recently never spent more than one night on land.
Since his
birth, Karn’s family had been his crew-mates together with his elven mother, Lilaa. The
crew had been together for much of their lives and many of the ship’s crew were elven,
despite the tolerance of other races, they rarely if ever chose to spend the whole of their
lives on the ocean waves.
Karn grew up on the Euryalus and spent almost all of his time there. He was a valued crew
member who by day would work hard above deck, doing whatever was needed of him,
despite his meagre strength. By night however, Karn’s job was to entertain the crew, and
that he did.
As a child Karn’s mother gave him a flute and taught him well how to play it, yet he would
soon surpass her playing abilities. During his childhood and on into his adulthood Karn
became well known aboard the Euryalus as the ship's entertainer, a role he revelled in
given that most of the crew were Xeenite, and highly regarded those who could bring
others pleasure.
The nights of revelry and drinking continued for many years, and over time Karn caught the
attention of the ships captain, a strong and well-travelled elf by the name of Erion. One
evening Karn played in the ships galley, where the crew would gather after their evening
meal. Before a crowd of drunken sailors, Karn played the small flute his mother had given
him as a child. Within moments the crew stood in awe of the melodious sounds of the
flute Karn stood playing. Most enthralled of all, Erion the ships captain later met with
Karn after his performance.
Thus began a long relationship between the ships chief entertainer and its captain, the pair
were often seen together, and while the crew thought it unusual, the crew’s motto of 'live
and let live’ ensured the pair were able to solidify the special bond they enjoyed for many
years.
While the captain saw a great enthusiasm for life and love in Karn, the young bard also saw
the emotional strength and courage within the captain. The pair were almost direct
opposites in every way, Karn being so naïve to the world outside the ship, and Erion,
being all too wise to its horrors. While Karn was intrigued by his captain’s experience and
tales of battle, the captain was almost envious of the simplicity of the sheltered life Karn
had led.
As the pair grew older, their relationship developed and the pair became well
known as partners among the crew.Erion would tell Karn tales of his battles and the creatures
he had fought before he became captain of the Euryalus, and Karn
would sit for hours listening to his lover enthralled by tales of
far off lands and deep underground caverns.
Yet Karn’s life was set to change. Their relationship lasted fifteen long years, merely a blink of
an eye for an elf, but the pair were to be separated under the most unusual of
circumstances.
As Karn slept in Erion’s arms early one morning, outside a storm was brewing in the seas near
Leilon. As many of the crew slept the waves came rushing at the hull of the Euryalus, and
the ship began to rock violently in the wake of the storm. Far worse than any of the crew
had ever weathered, all crew members were called upon to steer the Euryalus safely.
This was to be the final night Karn would spend in his beloved home. The waves encroached
harder and more frequently, the sky darker than ever before, the morning had not come and
a dark mist covered the sun.
Erion gave his lover one brief last kiss before he left to take the helm. This was the last time
Karn ever saw him, moments after he left the room the whole ship shook. Hardened sailors
with years of experience screamed out as the ship crashed into a group of rocks near the
port town of Leilon.
Much of what happened after the crash Karn can no longer remember, and it has been four
months now since the darkness and the storm came and the Euryalus was destroyed. A
vague recollection of being washed up on Leilon docks still haunts him, yet anything more,
or the survival of any other crew members remains a mystery to him.
Today Karn still mourns the loss of his partner, and will do so for the rest of his life. Yet
adapting to a life on land, which Karn has never been exposed to, is by far his greatest
challenge for the moment.
Lost, alone and in a strange new society outside of the friends
he has known all his life, Karn wonders his way to the small town of Hlint...
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Karn's Latest Portrait! (Updated April 2007)
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Yesterday I arrived here in Hlint, having wondered my way from Leilon where I
first awoke on land some months ago.
This place seems very busy for such a
small town, almost rivalling the markets of Leilon, yet the people here seem
to come from so many different backgrounds. As I wonder around the town,
I have seen huge giant like creatures talking freely with the tiniest of men,
such strange sights were non-existent on the Eyuralus.
I miss Erion, so much. I wish he could come back to me, yet the not knowing
whether he is dead or alive is the worst part. I cannot dwell on him though,
I must make friends here if I am to survive on land.
One of the first men I met here was a wizard by the name of Nex. An elderly
man who shows great skill with magic, he is also a kind soul and helped me
in the Hlint sewers to battle the rat man. It seems that beast is often
stealing the tax records of this small town, though his motivation escapes
me.
Nex is a powerful man, and together I think we made a good team.With the
added power from the wizards spells I was able to fight far more effectively
than with my rapier alone. As hard as I try I will never be a fighter.
Later Nex took me deep into the Seilwood. There we battled spiders, or rather he
battled spiders, and fought our way to a cave. Inside we found hoards of
little lizards known as Kobolds, and later we battled huge slime cubes.
Tonight has been most memorable, and I feel I really have made a friend in Nex,
for this I am glad.
...and Erion, should you be watching over me now...I have written you a poem.
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A heart so pure, so brave, so true,
Ne’er had a captain so cared for his crew,
Yet none cared for him, more than I,
Alas our times end soon was nigh.
His arms so strong, his grasp so tight,
Ne’er would I guess that upon that night,
Times together, many had passed,
Yet that fateful eve was to be our last.
My home, my love, my life, my ship,
Upon the stormy waves did skip,
The sky grew dark, the sea grew fierce,
My lover torn, my heart lay pierced.
And now I walk upon the land,
Without his palm within my hand,
I sit and look out to the sea,
Wishing he would return to me.
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Since my last entry I have met more of the fair folk of Hlint, and as much as I miss my old life,
I am thus far enjoying my time here.
Soon after Nex took me into the undercity of Hlint I
met with a young human lad by the name of Roy. He, together with an elven woman
spoke of the bards necklace once more, apparently the dizzy lass had lost it again inside
the same cave I travelled to with Nex.
Roy seems a very agreeable chap and is almost my protector against the hordes of monsters that
seem to congregate around Hlint.
All my time on ship carrying and working could not
prepare me for full scale battle, and while I have had a few skirmishes in my time, nothing
near the scale of the battles here.
My skills are improving a great deal, both my music and my magic is far more advanced than I
could have ever of hoped. How I create my magic, I still do not know! It just happens,
though for this I am glad! One spell knocks everyone off their feet except me! Har! Good
fun!
I still think of Erion every day, and I always will. I still hold out some faint hope he will
return to me. Erion, I never told you enough, but if you can somehow ever see this...I love
you.
I shouldn't dwell on such things, not when there is so much to look forward to here. I never
knew a life on land could be so varied! It does make me wonder why I was ever able to
spend one hundred and thirty one years on the same boat! Har!
In my time here I have also met a woman by the name of Rhynn. Though we met only briefly
we had so much in common, our love of fish for one! I look forward to meeting her again
soon.
Today, I have met another young woman named Muireann, a Mistite Cleric too! Although I
have had a few meetings with sailors who follow Mist over my years, I had never met a
priestess of the lady doom. It was quite an honour, I if anyone know the power of a storm
at sea, and it should be respected.
I look forward to spending more time here.
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Well I never knew life on land could be quite so hectic! I don't even know where to begin. This
week has been quite manic! A few days ago I met Muireann again, as well as two
brothers Ark and Haugrim.
Together with an elf named Eghaas we ventured into the
haven mines. The first time I ever did and it was a truly fearful place. Ogres at every turn
and with our small group danger was sure to find us.
We descended through the caves to
find more ogres, and these were stronger still.
Throughout our expedition Muireann was a constant source of entertainment! The way she
played with Ark was so cruel yet so amusing I couldn't help but join in. The lass really
knows how to have a good time, and she knows that may involve the odd man or two!
Ark remained very light hearted throughout, and even flirted with me on occasion, though it is
clear his desires lay more with Muireann than I, and I am glad. Erion is still the only man
in my heart, and I spoke with Muireann of him a few days back.
She is the first person I
have ever spoke of Erion to, but she was a good listener and seemed to understand.
Today I met with Rhynn again, she also is a great lass and she is great fun to be around, even
during these dark times.
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As me Rhynn and Muireann sat near the Hlint pond an odd
elven man approached us. Something about him is so magnetic I felt almost drawn to him.
The man seems old beyond elven limits and his tongue is forked like that of a snake. After
licking me he deduced I had spent much time at sea...I must admit it was actually quite
enjoyable!
Rhynn said this mans name is Ozymandias...quite a mouthful really, though ozy or ozzums
seems to suffice. He mentioned something about Elezandar needing a bard! I have no clue
really who Elezandar is, and given Ozy's odd nature, he's probably not at all normal, yet
it was very exciting. Apparently he holds the title of Arch bard around these parts...
Later tonight Rhynn, Muireann and I were sitting out near the pond once more. Muireann
came with ample supplies of Xeenite wine, and we drank and made merry for many hours!
After a brief disagreement with a new bard on the scene (not as good as me! Har!!) me and
Muireann left for bed, sharing a bedroom in the tavern, people might talk...eh let them!
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Well today, has been an experience. I awoke bright and early this morning full of expectation
for the day ahead.
I have been making new friends here steadily and Hlint didn't seem like
such a bad place to spend my time, no Euryalus, but I coped. Yet it seems not all here are
so friendly or tolerant of others.
Soon after entering through the Western gates of Hlint, I found a small group including Muir
sitting near the raised deck. Muir was curled up and she said she was 'moping' funny lass,
she's a bit odd at times, but at least she's not dull! Sitting with her was a man I had met before, Jaleel.
Somehow the conversation got onto deities and my preference for the lads,
quite how I do not know, possibly Muir, she has a tendency to get a little caught up on
these things.
Either way, in my usual attempt to lighten the mood, I played a little with Jaleel based on
what he thought he knew about Xeenites and about me. While me and Muir found this
highly amusing, apparently Jaleel didn't see the funny side. He began ranting about
immoral actions and debauchary..guilty!
Yet he took it to a whole new level by labelling
me, an Aberration!
Never in all my time on the Euryalus has anyone spoken to me in such a way! In one hundred
and thirty one years, I have never had anyone so rude, so insulting, so 'holier than thou'
stand before me!
He actually became quite aggressive, why everything has to be solved with fists I'll never know.
Fists and swords are the dull man's words, and I was leading him in circles with my own
words. A fact he clearly could not stand, nor could he match me.
Yet it took so much out of me. I became far more vindictive than I have been in a long time,
and I even wished Xeen to bring pain upon him and his comrades as they left for the Grey
Peaks.
Later Muir told me Jaleel was always so stubborn and aggressive...so this is why I sit here,
hiding from view. I do not want to put myself in the situation again, where I become so
angry myself, so I shall move quietly in his presence and not stir the waters further.
Later I also met Roy again. Bless the lad, he's so kind and caring towards those around him.
We spoke about my preferences again, seems Muir has been spreading the word! At least
to our close friends. Unless I am point blank asked about such matters, I do not feel a
need to share them, however I make no secret of the fact I am in love with a man and his
name is Erion.
This evening I also met a woman named Lee. She spoke in a very odd manner yet seemed very
friendly and told me of the Freelancers Tavern in Point Harbour. Saying she was a
manager of the tavern, she mentioned they often sought out bards to perform there, the
thought excites me a great deal, and I shall try to make it to the next opening, to see how
the land lies there...
For now I sit here in Hlint, sometimes dressed as a true Xeenite lad should, sometimes cloaked from
head to toe in this hideous coat, I wonder if others feel the same as Jaleel about me?
I hope not....
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The principles of lust, are easy to understand,
Do what you feel, feel until the end,
The principles of lust, are burned in your mind,
Do what you want, do it until you find, love...
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Welcome to Hlint,
This is Hlint,
Town of Heroes,
Town of Adventurers,
Welcome to Hlint,
Just a stupid place called Hlint.
This is Hlint,
Welcome to Hlint,
Just a stupid place called Hlint,
You're in Hlint,
Just a town named Hlint,
Don't mind us,
It's not a fuss,
You're in a stupid town called Hlint!
~Courtesy of Ozymandias~
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*Karn copies down the letter he is about to send to Muireann into his journal for future reference, before sending a small seagull on its way, from the deck of a rickety cargo boat*
Dear Muir,
Well this trip has been an interesting one for sure! It seems like only days
since I last saw all my friends in Hlint, yet it is more like weeks
maybe even a month? At sea time passes in an all together more casual
way, days blend together.
In any case I have enjoyed my time here
aboard the Lady Rose, and would work for captain Adam again
should he ask me. Alas this ship is no Euryalus and it is nothing like
my old home.
The crew are not just elven for a start. Half-orcs, halflings and even the
odd gnome mill around the decks of this boat seemingly at ease with
the large numbers of humans aboard. Elves are scarce too, in fact only
myself and a lad called Isendir are of elven blood, not so surprising
then we have shared a few evenings together during my time here.
Nothing more than casual pleasures, yet who am I to deny the gifts of
my lady Xeen?!
He is no Erion for sure, and I would never replace him. I still long to be in
his arms, even after all this time, yet a man has needs and Isendir
happened to pass by.
Enough of that though, I have also been back to the port of Karthy during
this trip. A wondrous place though alas I was not able to visit the
Xeenite temple there, work to be done and all that. Captain Adam is
such a slave driver! In any case I will venture back to the temple one
day, maybe on the Lady Rose once more? Who can say...
Toodles!
Karn
xXx
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*A small cargo ship rides on the waves just a few hours from the port of Leilon. Aboard, Karn sits writing his account of his journey to Karthy, a smile crosses his lips as he realises he is only a short trip from being back in on his new home of Mistone*
Well this trip has been an interesting one for sure! It seems like only days since I last saw all my friends in Hlint, yet it is more like weeks maybe even a month? At sea time passes in an all together more casual way, days blend together. In any case I have enjoyed my time here aboard the Lady Rose, and would work for captain Adam again should he ask me. Alas this ship is no Euryalus and it is nothing like my old home.
The crew are not just elven for a start. Half-orcs, halflings and even the odd gnome mill around the decks of this boat seemingly at ease with the large numbers of humans aboard. Elves are scarce too, in fact only myself and a lad called Isendir are of elven blood, not so suprising then we have shared a few evenings together during my time here. Nothing more than casual pleasures, yet who am I to deny the gifts of my lady Xeen?
*A wicked grin fills his face, as he recalls his nights with Isendir*
He is no Erion for sure, and I would never replace him. I still long to be in his arms, even after all this time, yet a man has needs and Isendir happened to pass by.
Enough of that though, I have also been back to the port of Karthy during this trip. A wonderous place though alas I was not able to visit the Xeenite temple there, work to be done and all that. Captain Adam is such a slave driver! In any case I will venture back to the temple one day, maybe on the Lady Rose once more? Who can say...
*A loud thump can be heard as the Lady Rose drops anchor in the port of Leilon. Karn stands, quickly puts away his journal and readies himself to leave. Saying a brief farewell to his crew mates, Karn skips off down the gangplank before announcing to the confused people of Leilon "Lads an' Lasses, yer favourite bard is back!" He then quickly opens an umbrella to shield his head from the snow and walks off towards Hlint.*
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Today I have begun to understand the value of knowing information that you are either not
known to know, or are not supposed to.
This is far different from my bardic work, yet fits
in with it surprisingly well. Using invisibility to conceal myself from view I was able to
watch a little get together between Ark and Muir earlier.
I didn't do it to harm anyone in anyway, but more for Muir's benefit. I do not see how what I
have been told of Ark can be in any way good for her. In any case, I found I am
surprisingly good at hiding!
By using magical manipulation it seems I can perform tasks
usually undertaken by rogues.
Knowledge is very powerful, and obtaining extra knowledge may be the key to becoming a
successful bard.
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I will develop these skills further. Perhaps even seek out a rogue, to help
me. Who knows, I might be able to convince Ark to give me a few lessons!
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For the second time today invisibility has proven a powerful tool in coming to knowinformation I perhaps shouldn't!
After arriving at the temple of Mist (Muir usually hangs
around there, lass likes the rain! bah!) I briefly saw what I now know is the tide Muir
had spoke of.
Indeed he was a powerful lad, the sort who exudes strength in buckets but charm in thimble
like quantities. Even though Muir seems quite taken with him, Ark has no chance really, I
almost feel sorry for him...maybe he'll need solace when his world caves in?
Oh yes, I can be the shoulder to cry on!
In any case, the tide ran off quickly, well more lumbered but you get the idea, and Muir and her
little bodyguard were left. He was a nice enough sort, bit quiet for a sailor lad though!
Muir seemed very on edge, almost as though she was driven to do something, yet she
would not tell me what.
After some gentle persuasion she agreed we should go and find Anna Lee together, apparently a
group of people had found an object and miss Lee may know what it is. Seems the tide is
very interested in this object...
We arrived in Hlint, and after a few moments I spotted miss Lee near the inn. Muir
immediately went over to her and asked her for a word in private. Apparently private also
meant without me!
Well I wasn't having that! Donning the trusty back cloak and hood I have grown so fond of
these days, I followed the pair under the veil of invisibility.
You can hear so much more when you are not being spoken to...
I will now transcribe here what I have learned:
~ Miss Lee spoke of three items, a Phylactery, a book and a glass unicorn. She gave no
indication of their relevance.
~ Perhaps this is the same glass animal I had heard of before?
~ Miss Lee seemed reluctant to tell Muir something. She is hiding something for certain,
perhaps Muir will find out what in time. In that case, so will I.
~ Muir also seemed reluctant to approach Master Ozymandias. I can understand why, but
ultimately he has greater knowledge than most around these parts and he may be a potential ally, if a fickle one.
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Been a relatively uneventful week or so really. Possibly the most note worthy
expedition I took was to the Haven mines. Myself, Roy, Nixx a little brownie,
Kargoth a BIG druid and some others went off towards the well
mined...err...mines.
Down there were ogres in their hundreds, each one packing more of a punch than
the last it seems! However our group was strong and seemed well balanced.We
even managed to make it all the way down to the leader! A big old brute he
was, but he fell like all the others. On the way back up though...not all went
to plan.
We were ambushed on the third floor, surrounded by ogres, with all my companions
dead or dying, I did what an self respecting coward would do, I hid!
Invisibility is a wondrous thing!
Today the most memorable thing to have occurred was the defeat of that nature
wench Ranewen. The lass seems determined to cause me strife here, constantly
harassing me in her animal shapes. Yet I would not survive a fight with her I
think, though she picked the wrong argument with T'ashr!
The tiefer went off after being chastised for using magic like a child and
slaughtered countless badgers! Bloomin' nuisances anyway!
But being a druid the lass Rane then challenged T'ashr to a fight in Hlint!
Dizzy mare, you never challenge a sorceress like T'ashr its just not a smart thing to do.
Needless to say Ranewen got crisped by a fireball, and then skulked off, probably to
some tree.
Best thing I've seen in months! Har!
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Except, not quite.
It seems Ozymandias took it upon himself together with Rhynn
and the Pandorns to stage a little play of sorts. It drew attention from far and
wide, as well as from those near.
Apparently Rhynn played the part of Ozy's
lap dog, or Courtesan as they are more officially known. It seems the whole
thing was more a parody of what had been said of both Ozymandias and
Rhynn in the past.
The Pandorns seemed to fit their role a little too well as Black Wizards, this
together with Ozy dressed up like Bloodstone provoked quite the reaction in
the local people, and would have in me, had I even known what blood looked
like!
Jaleel seemed as unimpressed with events as ever and took it upon himself once
more to be Hlint's sole bastion of honour and justice. A position Ozymandias
quickly made seem less plausible given the nature of any dragon to control the
humanoid races.
Now Jaleel being a Rolfy, thinks he must smite evil at every
turn, and granted Ozymandias isn't all sweetness and forked tongues I am
sure, yet Jaleel is more like a bull at a gate than a honourable man.
And lastly Rhynn, dressed in her 'slave-girl' outfit, really made quite an impression.
Apparently it is common belief Rhynn is a pawn of Ozy's (I wouldn't mind!
Har!) and so today's little performance was a slap in the face if you will to all
those who:
1) Believe Ozy to be the most vile man on the face of Layonara
2) Believe Rhynn to be his faithful puppet and nothing more
Neither of which I’ve never found truth in, though…I imagine their are many
perks to being a puppet of Ozymandias! Har!
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Seems my little investigation has led to a rather
annoyed Okoth. How he could even know what I
said to that sailor I do not know.
Perhaps he got
drunk and spilled forth his information like ale from
a tankard. In any case the tide knows what I know,
and if today is anything to go by, he seems eager to
let me know of his presence.
A small parrot swooped down into Hlint and moved
towards me. I always told Roy nature was just not
nice.
Bloody thing spoke with a mans voice! Said he
was the tide or some such. I could barely understand
what it said, did it even say anything?
I think I'm going mad! Half of Hlint thinks so too...I
must find Muir!
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For futrure reference I will write this down:
NEVER JUMP HEAD FIRST INTO A GLOWING MAGIC CIRCLE!!!!
Well it has been an interesting few days to say the least. Having wondered my way towards fort
Himlad where I heard some farmer lad was having trouble with his heard, I stumbled into
a large group assembled there.
Most of the group members still remain unknown to me, but Iz, that odd little Toranite was
there. She's kind enough though, and seems to work for the greater good even if it is not
popular. In any case, the group there told us newcomers of a plague which had effected two
of their companions. This plague was said to have been spread by rats, and even were-rats!
Well the most I had ever seen were in Hlint sewers, but never so many!We agreed to head
towards the site of a cave where the others had apparently gone missing. Turns out that
Misty that I met, Donnchadh had been infected.
When we reached the site, it was a mess. A pile of broken caravans and smouldering remains,
with a young woman lying on the floor. Far more intriguing however was the magic circle
myself and Iz wondered across in the far corner of the site. Their a lifeless Gnome lay, just
inside the magical inscription he had supposedly created.
Without much thought Iz decided to pull out the Gnome to tend to him, and almost ordered me
to help. Breaking the circle we both pulled him out. Noting not much had happened, my
curiosity got the better of me!
A little wizard we were travelling with decided the circle was safe enough to inspect, remind
me never to trust a Wizzy! The centre glowed oddly as I entered and before I knew it I
was in a dungeon filled with rats!
Wondering if my friends would return I decided it best not to just sit around but to
investigate! Casting my favourite spell of Invisibility I wondered through the dungeon,
coming across many rats and even were-rats! Having investigated to the fullest I I set
about returning to where I had portalled in.
On my return I met with the others! Seems they had entered a cave and it led them to me!
Giving all the newcomers a quick tour of what had been my "home" for the past several
hours, we headed downstairs towards the door I had not been able to open. One of our
number mentioned a rat claw was needed to open the door, and apparently Donnchadh
was now a full were rat!
Opening the door for us, Donn-rat ran off again, clearly the
Misty lad never envisioned he would spend his life as a rat!
Inside many rat men awaited us. Good thing there were many fighters in front of me! When
they had been dealt with, we were faced with a noble looking man inside another glowing
circle. After a joint prayer to Xeen, Toran and Lucinda the man was miraculously revived!
Guess even the enemies can work together some times! Apparently this was a lord the
others had been searching for. He seemed rather knowledgeable and instructed us to place
coloured minerals in the flames.
A call went around for those who touch upon the weave. Though I am no wizard I have
always had a natural flair for basic magic and so I stepped forward! The feeling was so
intense as we all began to focus on binding the circles. Suddenly sparks of light began to
flash and the whole dungeon began to shake.
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The others jumped into the portal and as the
stone roof began to fall all of the mages, myself included, followed.
I awoke where I had first disappeared, near the destroyed camp site. The gnome was nowhere to
be seen, yet the lord had been rescued and the cave had been sealed once more, ensuring the
plague would not spread for at least the time being.
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*Karn sits in Hlint, his usual feather hat no-where to be seen. On his back a highly colourful quiver sits and at his side a rather large and extravagent looking bow*
Well it's been a busy few days, as always! I shall start with my new found role in life. Since
Roy, the kindest lad I know, offered me this new bow I have hardly sought to use my
'bread knife' in battle. After all if I can do as much damage from afar, then why enter
melee with my foes?
I have found quite a natural aptitude for this bow, and it is far
superior to my previous one.
I have been able to catch an abundance of fish! Once again this old sailor tastes the fruit of the
seas! They make great target practise too!
I still have thoughts of those I heard of long ago. Folk who mix magic and their bow together,
I have even been able to accomplish this myself, all be it on a mundane scale. I have found
that the ball of light I can cast can be infused into the wood of my Oak bow. The light
then emanates from within! Not particularly useful...but still!
Aside from the ruckus in Hlint yesterday I have also recently met a goblin by the name of Grib,
a masked Toranite called Iz and lately a sneaky lass named Missy. Today I ventured into
the haven mines with Kloss, Barion and Missy. A very capable pair of lads, if a little
rotund...well just the one! Anyhow we managed to slay the leader of the ogres and collect
the reward.
I also seem to be able to cast new spells! Not quite sure how all this works, I mean just poof
and they're there! I can now summon a wolf, called...Wolfy! Also I can dispel magic and
cure more grievous wounds, should come in useful!
Yesterday I spoke again with Brisbane. A funny lass that one, but she is very kind to me, not to
mention playful! Seems my subtle hints that I may have other desires seemed not to
matter, and a very interesting proposal of me, her and a Satyr was mentioned! She really
should be a Xeenite!
She also has made me realise something a little more. All this time I have been spending with
Roy has had an effect on me, though I dare not say anything! I couldn't! ...and...well Bris
can keep a secret I hope! I find myself thinking of Erion less and less these days. I haven't
even wrote of him for so many months. Perhaps he is long gone?
In any case I shouldn't let whatever feelings I may or may not have destroy one of the strongest
friendships I have here. Perhaps it is just because he is so kind to me? Despite my
intricacies, my jokes and my songs!
-
*Karn lies by a small campfire near the eastern outskirts of Hlint. His face looks tired and he yawns as he writes*
Well that was interesting. I say interesting, frightening, sickening and draining are more
appropriate words. What started as a small trip to the High forest to collect a bear skin
soon escalated into dramatic trawl through a god-forsaken hell hole!
Myself, Missy, Cassiel, the monk lad and two dwarves ended up in a dark underground
dungeon of sorts. The place was filled with diseased rats (maybe linked with the other
plague I recently helped to contain?) in any case, the rats sickened any to the touch, and
their breath...I shant relive it here.
The dungeon itself was like a maze, tunnels and staircases both up and down leading in and
out of rooms upon rooms filled with rats. That is when I saw it...
A DRAGON! The second I have seen on land, and again a most frightful beast.
The suicidal
dwarf informed me it was a 'Mud Dragon' which would explain why it looked almost the
same colour as Roy! In any case, the dwarf luckily made short work of the mighty beast,
which seemed to be carrying a lesser mage robe.
And so onto the robe, which incidentally is worth at least 3500 true! When it came to divide
the plunder, after what seemed like an eternity down in the dark, Cassiel decided he
wanted both the robe (which I had no problem with) AND his share of the gold! I merely
observed he would be getting more like 4000 true in total while the rest got around 600
true!
The elf ran off in a strop, very undignified for an elf.
Mizu ran after him and came back saying he would give up his share so Cassiel could have his
gold!
Fool! Begrudgingly I agreed, after ensuring the robe was dyed a very nice shade of
pink!
I hope to see Cassiel again soon, to let him know exactly what I think of his demands!
-
Repeat after me...
I AM NOT A PALADIN, I AM NOT A PALADIN!
There...now hopefully I will remember that even with my new Iron Bread Knife of
Dragon Slaying I cannot go toe to toe with an ogre mage, especially one half
way through a potent spell!
Well death came swiftly at least, I still haven't
got used to the sensation, and while others moan on about this Soul Mother, I
have still yet to meet her.
I am usually much more careful than others is all, and invisibility when all else fails
usually ensures I am the last person standing. Remember, bards belong at range
with a bow, or invisible, cursing and casting at our enemies.
Oh how I wish I could have been a sorcerer. All that power...instead I'm left with a
personality quite at odds with most of Hlint, and a sword no larger than a
butchers knife!
-
Nice to see some things don't change, Hlint is still as crazy and amusing as
it always was. Perhaps that is why I enjoy spending my time there so
much?
Within seconds of entering the gates, I saw Grib being
harassed by a large dumb half-giant thingy, and a dark skinned
human, a fat drow? In any case the pair were clearly more trouble
than Grib ever could be.
The brute picked up Grib and slung him right out of the Hlint gates! Well
I couldn't stand for that! Thus Karnificus was born! The arch mage of
Mistone! It's amazing how easy it is to fool the weak minded, just a
few fake incantations and a bit of illusionary fireworks and bam,
scared thugs!
In any case they backed off long enough for me to find Grib out in the wastelands.
Already shaken we managed to get him back into Hlint. There we met
with the same half-thingy fighting with a dwarf! Well after some
more bluffing mass destruction, which I failed at, I sloped off
invisibly to watch them rip each other apart.
Hlint is odd yes it is.
Saw Miss Rhynn too, and Ozzums. He told the story of the Mourning
Blade, I've memorized as much of it as I could, and will scribble it
into a book as soon as I can. Always good to be able to retell a tale
told by such a bard.
-
Well nature is usually bad enough but twisted evil animal things
are far , far worse!Why oh why I agreed to go 'Bird Spotting'
with that large group I'll never know, I guess I thought Roy
and the others would protect the feeble bard, guess not.
Though the healers were on top form that eve, died twice!
Still have yet to meet this Soul mother everyone talks about, must
be bardic luck, though I did see her take two of our number
upon their deaths. Sounded like an anchor being wrenched from
the sea floor, a deep creaking sound, not at all conducive to a
happy atmosphere.
While I lay there bleeding, the sound was almost soothing, maybe
Though when our fallen returned they did look bad.
So anyhow, after that little debacle we entered a cave full of
Kenku! Just for fits and giggles...I've heard that before...
Apparently I am classed as a wizard these days, despite the fact I
can barely cast invisibility after smearing everything with Gum
Arabic, and I mean EVERYTHING!
In any case we survived the cave, barely...
-
Well not much has happened of late, except for my recent dabblings with a card game played in the Wild Surge called Creatures. I've never been one for crafting so this is a welcome way of passing the time when I'm not singing dancing or generally annoying townsfolk.
Seems Rhynn has decided to start playing too, and we have had a few battles with each other. Lately the lass is getting much better though! Not much on the adventuring front to report...I hope this changes soon!
-
Recent events have got me thinking about Erion...
It has been months, nay years since I last wrote of him here, and
yet today the pain became all too raw again, real...
I spoke with Rhynn, she is a troubled lass, and no doubt her
troubles are all the more other-worldly than mine will ever be,
yet the root of the problems seems similar to mine, all-be it in
different circumstances.
Love...I once thought I loved Erion, now perhaps I merely enjoyed
the pleasure of being with him. If so what is love? Rhynn says
she has heard some can love more than one equally? How? I
could never have...but maybe now?
I would never mention who I have come to feel most close to here,
maybe he is even on a par with Erion? Does that mean I love
them both? Or that they merely bring me pleasure...
I have confused myself more with all these questions.
What I am sure of after today...each of us knows not how much
time we have left, live for the moment.We must grasp all that
life throws at us with two hands, and throw just as much
back, for to do otherwise, we deny ourselves the only true
pleasure...living.
I hope it doesn't happen...
-
Well its been a while eh? Seems this book has been neglected of late, though I haven't been
around Hlint much either. Glad to see some friendly faces when I returned though, Rhynn
greeted me in typical Rhynn fashion, her shrill cry could make a lesser bard blush! Also
recognised a lad named Hawk, I remember him from before and his distinctive dress sense,
not quite as good as mine though. I also hear Muir has had her little 'un, she must be mad!
Any way, back to the tale of note.
Today I met with Rhynn in Hlint who said she was leading a trip to Imjam castle to speak
with some baroness or some such. Well never one to pass up the chance to be a general
annoyance to everyone I decided to go with her. We trecked to Wolfswood, together with
Rissa, and that Hawklen lad.
When we got there we found quite a large group, though
the weather didn't bode too well, good thing I brought my umbrella!
So from there we went on down a road that seemed to go on forever. On either side of us the
plants were failing, the horses looked starved, not a nice place for a holiday at all
that Kingdom of Erylin.
Anyhow we eventually came to the castle, and what a castle it was. Turrets and battlements
and all the works! Not seen too many castles in my time, apart from when we played for
some noble back on the Euryalus.
So, outside we gathered and were questioned by the
guards. Turns out we were the second group to pass this way, maybe even the other group
also searching for this painting or maybe the horse? In any case after some light
persuasion the guard went off to request our admittance from the baroness, luckily she
was in a good mood!
As we entered the main chamber, Hawk was being an idiot as usual. Now normally he's a laugh
a minute, but when your trying to obtain information from a wealthy baroness, a certain
level of respect is to be afforded, even if it is all for show. So while we spoke, trying to
gather information on the painting, Hawk interjected at every moment.
Eventually it was either we all get thrown out, or we had to get rid of him. Step forward,
world famous courtier and all round woo-err of royal folk! So with my loveliest eyelashes
in full batting mode, I requested that the clown be removed from the chamber and that his
outbursts should not reflect badly on us.
Well seems I have a way with the lasses, even if I don't use it much! She agreed and Hawk was
removed. Afterwards we spoke about the painting, apparently it has some material value
being painted by an artist of renown, however beyond that it is nothing special. Rhynn
seemed very keen to learn about the baronesses staff, even suggesting it may be the cause
of a curse cast by Milara, whoever that is!
Apparently this Milara is a powerful 'un and
lives beyond bone hill, even Rhynn seemed hesitant.
Then came the drama! Hawk burst in clutching his stomach, covered in blood he was. At first I
thought he might have had a fight with that guard that dragged him out by his ankles,
but no. Seems Boo, the half-giant shadowdancer...yes that's right...had crept in and
attacked him!
Well the baroness was understandably fearful and told us to move quickly to bone hill, while
she retired to safety surrounded by her guards.
We were escorted quickly and left for bone hill. Our large group, with our tracker, Drogo the
nature boy, and some other cloak and dagger types, set off and we soon came across a
large camp of Xeenites apparently. Seems the vine is involved in whatever this is too,
involved in everything that 'un.
It was decided we would fight, despite having me, a
perfectly good Xeenite bard to go and reason with them....
Well it was a bloodbath, fortunately not my blood, but some lass named Maev got captured.
Not that I cared much, one of those holy , holy types. But seems one of the lads at least
has a thing for her, so seems we have to try another approach next time.
The plan is to send me in, Xeenite flag a waving, and then throw myself on their compassion?
Nah...more likely use my erm..'charms' to convince them otherwise! I mean they are
Xeenites, that's if they don't all whip me at first sight...
While I'm being treated to Xeenite hospitality, Rhynn hopes to rally an army from the castle
hopefully to help in the chaos, should it all kick off again.
One thing is certain, we need to get past the camp one way or another...
-
*Karn sits in the Wild Surge, alone, at a table with an empty bottle of Xeenite wine sat to his left*
I have met a friend, someone I have told more to in a short space of time
than I have to others I have known for years.
I don't often talk about
my past with Erion, and yet this human male, Pyyran somehow
managed to coax most of my feelings from me, with little effort.
I have not felt so open, so transparent, since my time with Erion on board
the Euryalus.
I feel confused, after all, I have few male friends. Most men are scared of
me it seems, and it is true I enjoy watching them squirm. Yet
friendship, if this is what I feel with Pyyran, is something which
gives me great pleasure.
Playing the clown tires me sometimes, its nice to just be able to tell
someone how you really feel. I haven't been able to do that in a long
time...I thought I had forgotten.
-
*Karn sits in the Wild Surge, scribbling down some of his latest adventures, seemingly in a hurry*
Well, I'm not entirely sure whether our plan was a success or not. Maev has been 'rescued', seems perhaps she was happy where she was. In any case the Xeenites I had so looked forward to meeting had moved on. Only a handsome pirate lad in their place.
*Karn takes a moment, clearly slightly bewildered. Nevertheless he continues*
Seems I had to make a deal with him, he wanted me to stay for a while in exchange for letting Maev go. Well I thought my luck was in, handsome fellow wanting me to stay around, sounded like great fun and more besides to me. So happily I returned to the others with Maev in tow, bleeding all over, strangely...
Anyhow when I got to the group, seems everyone thought I was insane. Said the pirate lad was a nymph and worse still a LASS!
The lot of them must be mad! So as you can imagine I wanted to spend some time with my latest playmate, however the group had other ideas. They forceably held me back and dragged me out of that grove kicking and screaming.
*Karn sighs, but then seems to perk up*
Good thing I have Pyyran waiting to whisk me of to Dregar as I write this. He's so much more handsome than that pirate lad anyhow!
*Karn walks out of the Surge, almost with a slight skip as he wanders towards the benches*
-
*Karn sits in Leilon, underneath his umbrella. He shivers slightly as he writes, but his face looks flush, almost crimson*
I finally did it. I think Pyyran knows how I feel for him now, or at least something approaching my feelings. I cant even be sure about what it is myself, I thought there would have been no other, after Erion, but perhaps I was wrong. I shall not dwell on my emotions, I merely live them. I've always found too much self analysis to be for those with too much concern for what others think. A consideration that has never troubled me overly.
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Pyyran and I talk, not just about idle chatter, but about ourselves. I think he is confused. After all, if you're sauntering along fine then bam, Karn walks into your life, I'm sure anyone would be a little shaken!
*He smirks as he keeps writing*
And he is kind, a trait I find lacking in most lads who usually find me annoying, or simply do not like who I am. I have been called many things in my time, Pyyran calls me friend, but perhaps there will be more there?
He has entrusted me with his old blade, Coldfire, and she is a masterpiece of a weapon. Cold to the touch like ice, yet flames billow forth from its surface. An illusion Pyyran says. It is truly amazing.
I think I know how he feels...
*Karn wanders off towards Hlint, a gentle smile rather than his usual grin accross his face*
-
*Karn wakes in the Wild Surge. Pyyran slumped to his right, still fast asleep. He carefuly stands so as not to wake him and wanders out into the bar area. Immediately he orders a drink from the bar man hoping to remedy his slightly aching head, before he begins to write*
Me and Pyyran have confessed to each other of our fears of being alone. I grow tired of watching others and their romances, it always seemed it would never even fly through my life once more as it did with Erion. Xeen teaches all love is fleeting and should be savoured. At least now I get to savour it once more, for however long it lasts.
*He stands, looking in one last time on Pyyran before leaving the inn, a broad smile on his face*
-
As the morning comes,
The colors are there,
The sun fights to light its way,
Settled in each thing and one.
Through the curtian's dark.
The colors are here.
The lovers rest silently on.
Warmth.
Emotion.
Closeness.
All the colors might just blur.
Wreathed with comforting scents.
Salt.
Earth.
Cinnamon.
The colors start to stir.
Comforted by the environment.
Soft.
Strength.
Surrounded.
The colors are so sure.
Brushed into an awakening...
Squeeze.
Kiss.
"Mornin'.
These colors will endure.
Into your head,
Into your mind,
Out through your soul,
Race through your veins,
You cant escape it.
Into your life,
Into your dreams.
Out of the dark,
Theres sunlight again.
You cant explain it,
Can you feel it?
Be every color that you are.
-
*Karn sits on the bench in Hlint, occasionally looking up and laughing at the Mistite chastising the Toranite over the road*
Religion is a funny thing eh? Lately I started to question my own convictions. Why do I follow Xeen? Probably because most of my crew used to, they had many nights of revelry in her name, and it was fun. But then...I suppose I fell in love with Erion.
Now Xeen isnt big on love, excess, passion, lust yes, but heartfelt love and concern? Probably not. Now given all thats happened with Pyrran, I'm not sure what this feeling is. It might just be lust, like I've felt for so many lads before, but it feels different.
I offered a prayer near the fountain to Ilsare just the other day. Nice place there, plenty of flowers, some from other continents seem to flourish there hapily. I thanked her for giving me another chance. After Erion, I thought that was it...I'm tired of meaningless lust driven encounters.
I met a lass today, her names Ranéwin, and to her side a most beautiful celestial lass. Apparently Ilsare blesses her faithful with angelic creatures when they cast a summoning spell. Some are even lads!
*Karn grins wickedly at the thought*
I want to know more about...the lady of dreams as Ranéwin called her...
And I want to see Pyyran again...
-
*Karn sits alone atop a hill near the Haven mines. Beside him the grass still flattened where Pyyran had lay. He smiles a minute before his eyes are drawn to a book which sits to his left. The book lies open on the grass, face down. Karn recognises it as Pyyran's collection of writings, and quickly picks it up at the open page. He finds a note written for him, and smiles once more. He sits there for a few hours, reading through the discontinuous notes. Flicking form stories still unfinished, to mundane tales of Pyyran's day to day goings on, a smile is ever present on Karn's face as he reads through it. Some time later he carefuly wraps the book in a purple cloth, taken from his pack and places it inside. With far less care he takes out his own journal and puts quill to parchment.*
Well Ilsare took her time, but she got the job done! Yesterday was one I will never forget, just like that first night I sang for Erion. Pyyran looked at me with such fondness, kindness and even love in his eyes. I never thought anyone would look at me in that way again. He seems so different now, so certain.
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This book has confirmed it, he has made many disicions about me it seems. I have learned so much about him from his book he left here, surely for me to find. He says he is tired of thinking about things so much, and while he may not understand all of what is happening with us, he is willing to let his emotions guide him, just as I am.
May Ilsare guide us...and Xeen show us plenty of pleasure on the way!
*After scribbling a brief note, Karn climbs down the hill and almost skips off towards Hlint. Arriving through the northern gates, he stops off at the fountain near the Ilsarian temple and places a small flower at it's base*
-
*Karn hides in one of the backrooms of the Wild Surge in Hlint, unable to control himself anymore he bursts into laughter causing his invisibility to fade. Yet no-one is around to notice and he sits down in a shadowed corner to write his latest entry*
Well Gruff bless him, he's not the brightest of lads! Seems what started as a bit of fun with Hawk toying with the fabric of reality, constructing wierd tales of fancy, has ended up as a tale of Dragons! Invisible ones no less! And where is our handsome bard in all this? Well it seems he's been eaten!
Gruff and a group of would be rescuers arrived to find a scortch mark, made by Cel's arrows and no sign of either of us. Well it seems the search is on. So I'll lay low for a few days, let the suspense build! Then I'll make my return. I hope Pyyran doesnt catch wind of this tale and believe it, maybe I'll send him a letter to let him know...
-
He says he loves me, I say I love him. And I do. Yet Xeen teaches love shall be fleeting, all consuming and then burn out after its brief dance in the flames, I cannot bare the thought that I am merely infatuated with him.
I know there is something more. Deeper. I knew it that night in the Surge. And it was confirmed just a few days ago as we sat in the chapel of Ilsare within the Minaret of Symphony. I felt an urge to thank the archer of love, and it seemed so did Pyyran. Together we knelt before a statue of the lady, the faint sounds of the music hall off in the distance, and the scent of flowers in the air. I had never been to such a beautiful place.
That same day, hours before we had spent a memorable hour in Xeen's temple in Karthy. I donated all I had with me, perhaps out of guilt? Of late I have been offering my devotions to Ilsare as much, if not more than to Xeen, a fact which, had I been a priest would have surely not gone unnoticed.
I still feel torn between the two ladies, hah imagine that! But more than the name, it is a deeper contridiction within myself. For years I have lived carefree, taking my pleasures and seeking them wherever. I am quite well known in Leilon! Not to mention Point Harbour! But now, I find myself contantly having thoughts of him, only him. I still enjoy all that I used to, yet I choose him over all of that. I think this is the resistance Kali the gypsy spoke of in her card reading. I am resistant to make that change for certain...just yet, even though I know I love him...
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-
*Karn steps off a ship in Leilon docks, waves to the crew members he has spent the last month with, who reply with smirks, jeers and the odd shaken fist. As always Karn appears oblivious as he saunters towards Hlint. Arriving in the adventurers town he stops off briefly at the Wild Surge. Sitting at a table, etched with a small sail boat he takes out his journal and begins to write*
Been a month maybe since I last stepped foot on land, the Mary Rose found me again, this time in Point Harbour. The offer of a trip with my once beloved ocean, plenty of ale, and a fair amount of true persuaded me to help the captain out again. Seems most of his crew had fallen sick, with something or other, and he was in need of a sturdy lad or two for the rigging.
The trip itself was uneventful, more deliveries and such, but it gave me time to think. Not about Pyyran, I know my feelings for him, but about myself. The lady of dreams' call grows ever strong to me, and while Xeen has led me well to this point, perhaps there is another path I must now take.
Soon after I got back, I met most of the folk I now know as friends. Muir and Gruff seemed equally pleased to see me, but while I was glad to see them both well, I must confess I was far more concerned to see Pyyran.
Hawk spouted out some drivel about him being DEAD (The word is written harshly as if in anger). That drunken bugger needs a good slap if you ask me. If I cant oblige myself I'm sure I've plenty of others to keep him in line. I will not waste any more time on him here.
So, within the small town of Hlint last night a melody was heard. It echoed out to the benches where adventurers and their ilk often gather. The sound drew me, I had heard it before. It was the tune Pyyran often hummed. I followed it, trying to pinpoint the source of the sound, but it was not apparent.
Then I saw him. Just across the pond. Instinctively I ran, ran to him. He darted behind a house, and I quickly followed. There he stood, a beautiful golden harp in his hands, I grinned at him as he fumbled through a tune. Bless the lad he tries!
Pyyran these days looks a changed man, he's so much better dressed! Why he ever wore a vest I'll never know when he has a chest like that! But anyhow... He offered me the harp, an instrument I had heard above all others on our trip to the Minaret of Symphony.
Tentatively I felt it's weight, yet it seemed almost to fit my hands. Then it happened. I felt a feeling unlike any I had ever felt. While my harp playing has always been fair at best, last night my fingers swept over the strings like they were water.
In my mind I knew what I was thinking of, it was not the notes, or the composition, my fingers played themselves. All I could think of was holding Pyyran close in my arms, as in reality I held the harp. Finishing the melody it was clear, and I was filled with a happiness much deeper than any pleasure I have experienced before.
I want to go back to the Minaret of Symphony, I will speak with the priests of Ilsare there.
Suddenly reality intruded on the moment, as it often does, a large parchment dropped squarely on Pyyran's head. I couldnt help but giggle. Seems he had other business to attend to, so we kissed and he was gone. Sometimes I feel like I am in love with a stranger in the night! It's exciting though!
*Karn laughs and orders a drink at the bar, then wanders off out of Hlint*
-
*Scrawled crudely at the top of the page in large letters*
HAWK IS AN IDIOT!
Well now I feel better, but still that daft lad has cost me a new friend as far as I can see. All the folks in Hlint getting their nickers in a twist over Drow in Hlint (Like we haven't seen worse!) and then Hawk has to go and stoke the flames further. Tahletril stumbled across, heard the word Drow and was off. Swords drawn he was in a right state.
No doubt he has good reason, family traditions, hatred over centuries blah blah, but frankly I dont have the time for such fueds! Life is too short! Well then Hawk decided to magic him up, casting goodness knows what over him until he looked like he was bringing the apocolypse. And what for? To see the elf take on the drow. He didn't have Tahletril's interests at heart, that elf would have been ripped to shreds, even with all of the wards.
And yet WHO is blamed?! Yes thats right our faithful friend, companion and general nice lad Karn! Seems I should hate drow, forget all that I've been taught because once or twice somewhere about A HUNDRED YEARS AGO drow killed elves. Well frankly I don't care! This is my life, I live it how I want, always have. So long as no-one does anything to me to harm me, then they're alright in my book. But if, like Hawk, you start being an idiot, then you'd better watch out...
-
*Karn sits in his room above the as yet un-named lounge. He surveys his handywork; looking at the carpets, the dressers, the mirror and smiles to himself. Not his usual mischievous grin, but one of genuine hapiness. Walking over to the music box he selects 'The Harper of Ilsare' and sits down to write in his journal, swaying gently to the music as he does so*
Pyyran has made me so happy. In fact happy doesn't even come close. I hadn't seen him in while, but now it seems he had been working towards finding us both a home together. Us...home...I never thought there would be another 'us' for me, nor a 'home' ever again after the Euryalus. It seems a distant memory now, those years on the open ocean. They have certainly had an impact on me but, now, I know that life on land has too.
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Rhynn says she owns the building where I know live, and I cannot think of any better land lady. She has grand ambitions for this place. It's not just the fact I now have a home, but that I will soon be living above a place where people come to drink, tell tales and sit in general relaxed comfort! I cannot think of a better place for me and Pyyran to spend our time.
She says she wants me to perform on the stage in the lounge. In truth I cannot wait! After my less than welcome reception in Leilon, I had gotten some measure of stage fright of late. But I was born to entertain, and in my own home, under the eyes of friends and my love, I am sure I will enjoy any performance I give there.
Pyyran and I spent our first night together in our new home last night. I feel so safe, so protected around him. All the daily troubles a bard must endure are diminished with him in my life. Our union has no doubt raised some eyebrows, especially in the small town of Hlint. But most if not all of our friends seem very happy for us.
Rhynn even seems to enjoy watching us display our affections!
Seems love is everywhere these days, saw Muir with that Jeran lad in Hlint, they seemed happy. Then theres Ozy and Rhynn, finally it happened. The lady Ilsare smiles down upon us all. I must take Pyyran to the Minaret soon, I wish to speak with the priests and give my thanks for all I have in my life.
One event of interest...Last night before we retired for bed a rat was found in the storeroom! No doubt forraging for food, damned vermin. I'm used to plenty, you'd be suprised how many rats are on a ship in the middle of the ocean! Yet still they evoke the same reaction they always did, one of my trademark screams no less!
Pyyran caught it...he's so manly!
Watching it writhe around in his hand the rat looked quite well kept, not like the common vermin usually found among food. Pyyran decided to take it to the guard lass outside. Suffice to say she wasn't too pleased being disturbed by such trivial matters! She left its well being up to us.
Well...we didn't want a rat, we wanted a cat!
So...Rhynn being a wizzie and all set about ploymorphing it. Well...even with all her power, it ended badly. The rat transformed into some sort of hard shelled blob of something, and then it started to bleed, a lot.
It was the most disgusting thing I've ever seen, even worse than that one time when that fisher woman kissed me!
The poor creature was ultimately killed by Rhynn, she tried to be humane, but I think the damage was already done.In any case, it was still a rat. Sure there's plenty more!
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//OOC - Karn has a new portrait, please download and overwrite the old ones, those who know him in game.
See http://www.layonaraonline.com/forums/forums/thread-view.asp?tid=14&start=201&posts=238#M154514 (http://thread-view.asp?tid=14&start=201&posts=238#M154514)
Thanks All!
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*Karn sits in his room, occasionally shooting a contented smile to Pyyran as he lies sleeping in their bed. Around him various unfinished clothing designs, the odd spool of cotton and many rough garments are strewn. Karn looks around the room, looking at all he has achieved before he begins to write.*
Days...they're a funny thing. Sometimes they seem to last an age, other times they almost bleed together. Perhaps it is when we have our least cares our time seems to slip from beneath us? In any case these days, despite all the upheaval, all the darkness, I have generally been able to keep myself in good spirits. I have Pyyran to thank for that. And my friends.
There has been a lot of movement of late. Hlint isn't as bustling as it once was, but it will still be my home. It has been to good to me for me to just leave. Besides I have to help out here when Rhynn gets back. Even if she has to go through the hells in person, I know that lass will be fine, her power is no laughing matter, and any who take her on have got their hands full. I think Ozy and her are a good match really, both on the outside, both looking in, at all of us, the 'normal' folk. Hah! Never thought I'd be saying I was one of those! I'll have to work on that.
My love for Pyyran continues to grow, every month we are together I know him more. These years may have seemed swift but I am thankful to Ilsare for every day I am with him. That reminds me, I have to drag him to the Minaret again.
All the tales, all the knowledge he has, sometimes I think he should be the bard! But then, aside from the odd fishwives tale, I've never been so good at the 'knowing all' role. Still I'm getting there, and theres always my adorable personality to fall back on!
I've been working on my designs. Sal seemed to really love the clothes I made for him. Perhaps it's a market that could be expored. Recently I heard of a large movement in Leilon, a whole swathe of new fashions. I will be sure to go there to make some sketches soon. Maybe Rhynn would let me have a stall sometime in the Nameless lounge. I certainly wouldn't make much true, but it's the enjoyment more than that. There's a certain sense of pride knowing folks are wearing your designs!
And I suppose I should go and explore around Port Hempstead...
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*Karn sits in the Scamp's Mug, ignoring the petty comments from a drunken sailor in the corner who seems to dislike our bard's choice of clothing. He orders another bottle of Xeenite red, to yet more redicule, as he begins to write*
Well this is Hempstead, and to be honest it's not much to write home about. Home...it's still Hlint, will be until/if Rhynn decides to sell the bar, can't imagine many folks out that way these days. Still, you never know.
Havent seen Pyyran in longer than I'd care to say, no doubt he's off adventuring. So long as he doesn't get himself killed thats all well and good. I do miss him though. I shall go home for a few days, see if he turns up. Maybe work on my designs...
As for Hempstead, well...theres a fountain...no pond. A really big stage! Deliar's temple, always nice and cheap.
Then theres Vehl. Place filled with nasty drunken fools and pick-pockets, but they know how to throw a party! Vehl is missing something though, a really good tavern! Unless it's down some ally I've yet to pluck the courage to wander down.
Still, either of these places are nothing like Hlint, old Hlint.
But it's so dangerous around there these days. Those goblins, are becoming a real problem. Garent is long gone, some lass in his place, seems useless to me. I'm not one for the law much and we always mocked Garent but the place was much safer back then, and the town was thankful for it, even if adventurers played pranks on Garent a little too often...guilty!
*Karn stops abruptly and sighs, looking rather annoyed at the sailor continuing to goad him from the corner. Muttering a few words he dissapears under a cloak of invisibility, then quietly sneaks over to the sailor. With a grin Karn swiftly slaps the drunkard across the face, giggles and dashes out the bar invisibily into the streets*
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*Karn sits in his and Pyyran's room in their home in Haven City. The night draws in fast as Karn works by candlelight on a piece of fabric he is attempting to fashion into a shirt. He turns a moment looking back to a sleeping Pyyran and smiles a heartfelt smile, rather than his usual inane grin. Carefuly putting down his stitching he opens his journal and begins to write*
Well Pyyran turned up back home just as unexpectedly as he always does. We seem to be able to spend at least some of our hours together each week lately at home, though perhaps now our love is burning gently rather than the heated burst of flame it once was.
I still haven't entirely made the move to Hempstead as most others have, somehow it just feels cold there. Though I am travelling more these days, my time split between the city walls of Hempstead and Vehl and back home here in Haven.
Hlint is still my local town and I imagine it always will be. It offered a home to me in the days after the Euryalus...
Speaking of which, I've been having some odd dreams lately about the old girl. Visions of the crew, of Ilen, Adien and Rein, and of course Erion. I still wonder what happened to them all, I mean, if I could survive, wiry old me, then those big burly sailors would have had no problem, right?
Perhaps I will see them again, I feel something in the air, I think...
But enough of that!
So Hlint Hlint...same as always really, well minus all those mad adventurers. I still make my weekly trip to the temple of Ilsare, I mean after all she deserves a LOT of thanks for Pyyran in my book. I doubt Xeen is best pleased but that's just tough, things change. I've changed...
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*Karn sits in his and Pyyran’s home in Haven. The room is dark except for a dim light coming from a lantern. He looks around, his face full of emotion, at a deeply sleeping Pyyran as he begins to write*
I hadn’t seen Pyyran in so long, I always miss him when he goes away, but in the state he returned in, I doubt he’ll be going far any time soon. Me and Sall barely recognised him, his head covered in a deep hood as he stood there. My love, my everything and he’d changed so much I didn’t even recognise him.
(http://forums.layonara.com/photopost/data/100503/medium/NWN0006d.jpg)
I got a letter a few months back saying the lad was coming home after having another run in with the soul wench. She’s taken most of his vigour already and this latest pillage shows, in his face, in his eyes. He looks tired. Tired of it all, but then this is Pyyran we’re talking about here, and since I met him those years ago he’s been up to something or other, always a plan in motion. Seems now is no different.
He spoke of an Academy in Hempstead were normal lads and lasses could go and get training for all sorts of things, sword swinging, painting, crafting, sailing even?...well maybe not that, but with him it wouldn’t surprise me.
Even with the toll that evil wench has taken on him he still continues and he seems to be the same man I fell in love with, if more careful.
(http://forums.layonara.com/photopost/data/100503/medium/NWN0010b.jpg)
*Suddenly the writing becomes harsher as if filled with emotion*
But I WONT let her take another, I can’t loose him. I can’t loose it all again, not after Erion, not again.
*Scribbled randomly at the bottom*
I need to find Kinai...
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Rumours have started to circulate about one Pyyran Rahth, a travelling minstrel and scholar. Usually known for being spotted in every corner of Layonara, he has not been reported to be seen at all for nearly two years... Disappearances like this, while common to those who know him, have never gone on quite so long...
He doesn't seem to be returning letters, either; the last contact with him was at the Scamp's Mug, where he sat unusually quietly, rather than spinning tales as is his custom.
Investigations by his friends have yielded no leads.
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At her home in Dalanthar, Rhynn goes into her closet of personal belongings and pulls out a small box. After withdrawing it, she fishes around her loop of keys to Layonara to a quite small one, one corresponding with the box.
Opening the box she bypasses many items: A crumpled letter from Yard, a few braided hairs from the mane of a black horse, a very old and battered sapphire ring with an inscription from Freldo, a golden tip taken from the bottom of Mith's staff, a letter from Cole and Addison, prayer beads made from purple pedals, documents Kiva had once asked her to look over, a purple piece of cloth from Hawk's cape, a small blood red crystal, a diamond necklace from Celgar, one of the hairpieces Annalee put in her hair the last time she braided it, and finally Pyyran's small coin.
Taking the coin, she ties a spare rope around it so the coin is held securely , then fastens that rope onto another, keeping it around her neck; all the while muttering and grumbling about 'disappearing without even seeing much of Saru'.
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Elsewhere in the Explorer’s Guildhall...
The door to the Guild suddenly gets kicked open, swinging wide and smashing into the wall, leaving a fairly deep indentation in the wall.
Sall staggers into the house, cursing and swearing as a white-faced monkey leaps up and down on his head, screeching loudly and yanking and pulling fiercely on his hair. Sall swings his head back and forth desperately, trying to throw the monkey off, all the time, and keeping careful hold of the baby in his arms.
"Screech ya bugger! Get the hell off!"
He screams hoarsely, and finally, with a final sharp tug on his hair, the monkey leaps off and darts away down the hall.
Handing the baby carefully to a startled Godim who suddenly appears in the doorway, he storms off, his face ugly red after the mischievous animal, stopping only to shout back to the old mage,
"You want a monkey pelt mate? Cause there's about to be one for bloody sale!"
The monkey stops at an open door, and begins screeching at the approaching Sall before darting through and making for what appears to be a broom closet. A small hold is cut out the wall atop the door for ventilation, and with startling speed, the little monkey clambers up the door and through the hole to the other side.
"Think that’s gonna’ stop me ya little sod!" He yells, fumbling with a large set of keys and trying each in the door till eventually, he hears a click and swings the door open.
He pauses a moment inside, glancing around the room with a frown, as though he had totally forgotten the room exists.
A large oak table and chair sits in the middle of the room, with books strewn across it, some lay lazily on the floor where it seemed Pyyran had simply given up reading and tossed them around.
The monkey sat on one of two large chests in the corner, both seeming to be securely locked, and an old, ragged blue coat hangs in the corner, tattered and singed in places.
"Where the hell is that bugger?" He mutters to himself, taking in some familiar items lay haphazardly around the room, and lingering on what looks like an old, rusted rapier in the corner.
He sighs softly a moment, then shrugs and makes a quick dart for the monkey, grabbing it by the scruff of the neck, despite its shrieks of protest, and carrying it out the room.
"You may look like him..." He chuckles, his anger gone, and perching the monkey on his shoulder,
"But he was house-trained better...well...a little bit better. Now stay out!"
Returning to the room and swapping the monkey for Trouble with Godim, he paces back and forth the room a moment, feeding the baby some strange slop from a jar that Tegan labelled 'For Baby’
"You seen Pyyran about lately?" He asks.
The old mage, settled on the couch smoking his pipe, though keeping a wary, single eye on the monkey sat beside him shook his head.
"Nay. I have not. And have heard not word of him either." He says as Sall continues pacing back and forth a little.
"Typical" He grins, "...the bugger owes me a fortune."
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Meanwhile in Leringard...
Numbness fills Karn’s expression he steps towards the dock, his clothes look weathered and in places torn, as though he has little concern for his looks. His eyes are dull, lacking their usual glint of mischief and he walks with a slumped posture, as though the weight of the world has long since found its resting place on his shoulders.
He walks up and down the dockside, speaking with sailors and townsfolk alike, asking after a dark haired human male. The name Pyyran Rahth is spoken in a hollow, almost broken tone, yet one with the faintest glimmer of hope, as in turn each shake their heads. Each time Karn’s voice is quieter than before, and his eyes a little heavier.
This scene is repeated in any and all of the ports around Mistone and Alindor, and tales tell of a wondering elf in a brightly coloured feathered hat, yet lacking the spirit to match his extravagant attire. The term 'lover boy’ is bandied around the harbours of Alindor as sailors chuckle heartily and tell more of the tale, taking the story of this odd figure with them across the seas.
Many months later Karn returns to his home in Haven City, alone.
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Two days later in Haven City...
Deflated, Rhynn opens the door with a simple glimmer of hope to the house she still technically owns, though wondering briefly if it would be kinder to knock first. She wanders the empty hall, not bothering to mask the sound, as if hoping a familiar face would hear her and come to see.
Upstairs Karn tries desperately to occupy his mind with something other than Pyyran as he sits at his desk. Strewn all about him, half finished garments and odd strands of coloured cotton adorn the wooden floor.
Downstairs the door opens and closes as Rhynn enters. Hearing the sound Karn jumps to his feet knocking the wooden chair backwards, where it meets the floor with a dull thud.
Bounding forward Karn rushes out into the upper hallway and down three steps almost in a single bound. The door flings open and he looks out into the lower hallway expectantly.
His face is lit up with his usual grin for a second before it drops, together with his hopes of seeing Pyyran, leaving only his dull eyes and his low voice as he says slowly,
"Allo Rhynn..."
"Hey..." She says, unsure of how to continue.
Thinking for a few moments, fidgeting her legs about in place, she hesitantly puts an arm on the man's shoulder, and then instead takes him into a hug.
"I'm certain it'll all be okay. Half the reason I was here was to check on you. I'm sure Ozy won't mind if you want to spend a few days at home with us, for company...and you can see baby Saru. Did you know I was a mom? Do you want to talk?"
Karn looks at his friend for a few moments; it had been months since they last met and just then hit him, just how long he himself had been gone. Karn had taken off suddenly looking for Pyyran, and without so much as a “See ye” to anyone.
In the midst of all his thoughts Karn finds himself in the midst of a hug. All the time his mind going over, only catching parts of what Rhynn says.
He thinks for a few moments, trying to make humorous small talk, to say anything but the question which burns in his mind as though a illithid is enjoying his thoughts. Yet he cannot, and so he says,
“Ave ye seen him? Pyyran?”
His voice is desperate, and inside Karn knows she hasn’t, even though she didn’t say it, or did she?
A now familiar buzz begins in Karn’s head once more, the sound of a hundred thoughts all whizzing at once. The humble bard had few worries or concerns in his life before all this, Pyyran, as much as he loved him, was also the reason he worried so much these days.
Karn returns his attention to Rhynn. She is speaking. He listens more now and nods with her words.
“Thank ye f’the offer Rhynn. Ye might see me around Dalanthar sometime aye, ye still there any’ow? Last time I was 'ere ye said ye was expectin’ a little 'un, Saru eh, anythin’ like her mother?”
He manages a chuckle, but it’s hollow and it doesn’t reach his eyes.
Then he speaks again,
“He always goes away. Just gone, sometimes he writes, but nothin’ not this time. S’pose its important adventurin’ business, but, he shouldn’t be doin’ all that these days, not in his state. He could 'ave...”
His eyes bulge a second as if hit by a slow wave of realisation and he stops talking.
Rhynn just nods solemnly through Karn's talking, patting his shoulder or back as he does. When she comes to his question she simply shakes her head saying,
"I Haven't..." And when he is through,
"I don't know what to say Karn, the last time I saw Pyyran was at Stormcrest performing with Ozy I think...Something tells me he's alright though, I don't know what or who...Maybe its Luck."
"Sometimes...people you love go away without wanting to...or meaning to. But there's one thing I've learned; they truly love, and always come back. Pyyran is fine, he'll be back one day, and I know it. There was no reason to have you waiting around like this..."
She stops and sighs
"But sometimes people just don't think"
Slowing down, she unties the chord with the coin attached from her neck, and ties it around Karn's.
"Here, his coin. He gave it as a gift for when Saru gets older, but you keep it; just until he gets back..."
The coin, glimmering the silvery blue of cold-forged mithril, is stamped on one side with a stylized heart, and on the other with the clover leaf of Deliar and Prunilla. Around the edges of the large coin are etched the words "Ceela," "Cynyn," and "Sylaeny," in a tiny, flowing hand.
Karn looks down as Rhynn secures the coin around his neck and he manages a weak smile. Somehow her words made him feel better, and he'd always respected her. She had been though and experienced things far worse than he ever had he was sure, and still she stood there saying everything would be fine. He believed her words.
"Thank ye" He says, still quietly, but now with a slight tinge of hope. Then he gives a slight grin as he says,
"He's gettin' a bloomin' slap when he gets back!"
He grins again, though his eyes still look tired and he says,
"An' Saru 'll 'ave 'er coin back soon enough"
// This entry unlike the others is written as narrative and is a compilation of posts by LynnJuniper, LordCove, Stephen_Zuckerman and myself. The original thread can be found here (http://forums.layonara.com/rumour-has/128022-rumours-missing-man.html).
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I had thought I would watch the skies clear with Pyyran, I always knew they would. Alas my love has still yet to return from...wherever. I've heard terrible news of Hawk today, apparently he somehow ended up on another plane. I've never really been up on all this planar stuff but it sounds like he won't be coming back.
For a moment it occured to me Pyyran could well have fell to the same fate, that he is not even here for him to come back to me.
*The ink on the page here is smudged as if by water*
But I know that can't be true he'll come back one day. And theres a slap waiting for him when he does. Followed by a big kiss and a hug.
Still the skies have cleared and things feel better. I felt better. I hadn't realised how much the darkness had filled me, dragging me down and compounded by longing for Pyyran, and now, the sun is high in the sky once more. The night is filled with moonlight bathing everything in a cool glow.
I journeyed back home again today, feeling the sun on my face. In Hlint I came across adventurers, a sight not readily seen in Hlint these days. Lass named Laaren, Pally lad called Lance and a little halfling, Essel. They were off to find that bard's necklace, even now, seems the lass has hole in her head!
So the usual trip to the Silkwood followed, jelly things, kobolds, necklace. Afterwards we ventured into the swamp for wisp essence. Nothing too dangerous but it reminded me of years past. I think I'm ready to explore the lands again.
I still await Pyyran's return but sitting in this house crying all the time isn't helping anything.
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Karn enters Hlint through the northern gate and begins to walk towards the town proper, his face looks tired and red as though he has been crying.
He takes not more than a few steps when he stops still in the road turning to his left. He smiles at the sight of the small garden and temple devoted to Ilsare. Stopping for a second to admire the temple in it's entirity he moves closer to the flower garden and sits on the ground nearby.
Sitting there for sometime he begins a quiet prayer of thanks, in nothing more than a whisper,
"Thank ye my lady for bringin' him back t'me..."
He sits there for a while longer, a small smile forming on his tired looking face. Moments later he stands, brushing down his coat he walks towards the temple where he makes a donation. He smiles again as he makes his way towards Haven City.
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*The following crudely written entry is surrounded by various drawings of ships, some loose clothing designs on old scraps of paper and appears quite separate from the earlier entries in this increasingly tattered book*
Every day there is seemingly a new wrinkle on his face. Each morning he looks as though a year has visited in the night. Pyyran now looks as old as humans tend to do when they…well, get old I suppose. But more than that, his vigor, the light that once shone from him so bright and brought with it tales of adventure, now seems so subdued.
I thought I wanted to help with the running of the tavern. And I did, for a time. Now I almost feel as if this place is a prison filled with tasks and expectations. More than that, Pyyran doesn’t look at me the way he once did, or at least it seems that way.
He is old. The flame is almost spent. Once I might have found these words hard to write but to watch how humans fade as the years roll on into almost shadows, pale and weary-
*The writing stops abruptly but continues on below*
I’m not sure what I think, what I feel anymore. I love him yes. But if that love is to be replaced with loss and longing when he dies, and he will die, I have now stopped denying to myself that his time will one day come, then what? His face is more than enough of a reminder of that.
And although I should feel as though I want to look after him, to tend for the man I am supposed to love as he fades before my eyes, how can I face doing such a thing?
Ilsare blessed me with love and I am thankful for that. But what of loss, of pain? What will she do then? I thought I felt loss like that when the storm took Erion but this? This is far worse and I can feel it, almost smoldering just over the horizon like the dawning sun.
Would life be easier without feeling? Without love?
These questions are blasphemous coming from an Ilsarian I bet, but right now, I don’t care.
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*Karn's diary, together with some of his most treasured possessions have rested in his Haven home now for some months, untouched and unused. The flamboyant elf himself not being heard from for almost the same length of time. Judging by the trinkets he left behind it seems as though he either left in a great hurry, or decided to leave behind all he had held dear.
The diary itself sits open on the bard's desk at the following page*
To Pyyran
I've gone away for a while. Couldn't stand to be here any more. Some of it is my fault I suppose but I feel as if we're not as close as we once were. I just don't know. Maybe Ilsare will show me the way eh? I bloody hope so.
Anyhow, if this comes as a shock to you, read the last few pages of my diary. I want you to know how I've been feeling and what I haven't said.
For now I'm going on a little trip back home, the other home.
Don't worry.
K
xxx
P.S ~ I expect a BIG welcome when I get back!
Oh, and dont die in the meantime, else I'll be hiring a necromancer!
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Longing...
The search never truly ends, and yet most of our lives we rarely have any real idea of what we’re searching for. Just the same, we move on, ever forward.
It’s been more years than I can count (or probably care to count) since I set foot in Haven City and yet here I am.
*Karn looks about him at the furniture in his bedroom, now mostly covered in a thick layer of dust*
Regrets, there are plenty. But my journey has taught me many things; heck each bloody day does that! Even so, the biggest lesson I think, is that we should make the most of what we are given, strive for what we can achieve and happily accept those things that we cannot alter. Of course, that doesn’t mean I intend to listen to my own words! I’m sure I’ll have occasion to strive for more than I can, or to be unhappy with my lot but I must try to keep these ideas in mind as I return...home.
Diary, I have done and seen more than I can recall since I last wrote in these pages. I have heard new songs, dwelled on the past and Pyyran, visited new places and had more frivolous encounters of the body and the heart then I really should have. Oh, and I learned a little about fortune telling too from a gypsy lass – what a card! (okay bad pun I know diary, I’ll put a True in the bad pun jar later)
When I left my head was in a mess (not that I’m entirely sane now but where’s the fun in that eh?) Loosing him, the world just seemed to drain of colour. Strange really, I’m sure any “proper” elf would tell me I shouldn’t let such a temporary event cloud years of my life but there you have it, I’ve never been worthy of these pointy ears!
Anyway, I joined up with crew leaving from Vehl aboard the “Bloody Rose” charming name really, and quite descriptive of some of the louts I had to share a bed with. Served as the usual; performer in the evening, swabbie by day, my bloody nails were ruined! Trying to forget who I had become and what my life had been I got back to work on my “campaign of frivolity”. Each night there was a different lad in the port we dropped off at and I would be gone again the next day. It was simple, it was hollow. Still, I think it helped me. Got me back to what matters in life, living for the moment!
And it was at that moment, when my latest squeeze had passed out next to me after one too many swigs of Xeenite wine (still potent stuff by all accounts!) that I decided that this life no longer held the same excitement for me it once did.
I want to see more. I mean, really...what have I experienced? A string of lovers, only two worth remembering, travels around Mistone and really no further, and a bunch of friends I have all but lost touch with. It’s time to start again, and I have had such a wonderful thought on how I will do that.
The land surrounding Haven and Hlint (under quarantine by the way – what’s THAT all about? Must be the well, it’s always the well!) is quiet. Gone are the adventurers and “Dragon Called” of the past, gone are the old faces, gone even are the old paths I used to walk from Hempy to Hlint as I find the inevitable march of “progress” moves on. I cannot stand still.
It struck me that perhaps, given how quiet it is around here people might yet want to visit the area if they had the right incentive!
I want to make something of the house. It has too many old memories and far too much dust. And I mean, a house that size with just little me in it? It’s enough to send a lad mad! It almost did.
Now I just need to figure out what to do with it. Should I open a cabaret club? – It’s what I know and it’s worked on every ship I’ve sailed with so far. What about a music school? Nah, I’m not much of a teacher. Brothel? Boring. Theatre? Hmm...now we might be on to something there...
I need to think some more on this.
And dust...I need to dust!
K
// I'm back ;)
Please see files linked for ANOTHER update of Karn's portrait in game if it amuses you. I like to keep things moving.