The World of Layonara
Character Development => Development Journals and Discussion => Topic started by: Millan on August 02, 2006, 01:25:06 PM
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A red leather journal, almost twice the normal size, lies before you etched with a scene of a massive dragon destroying a village. The artwork on the outside of the book is masterful, while the writing on the inside crude and unorganized to the point of being impossible to read.
(OOC: While Bakee’s lack of a formal education would make her writing impossible to decipher, I will spare you the pain and write the journal normal. This is exactly how Bakee sees the book when she read it and the writings make perfect sense to her.)
PC Approval Link: http://www.layonaraonline.com/forums/forums/thread-view.asp?tid=23741&posts=4&mid=148680&highlight=Bakee&highlightmode=1&action=search#M148680
*This first entry is long over due and is a short collaboration of why Bakee left her village and what she has been doing*
My name is Bakee Bauka. I am from a small clan of giants that resided in the snow covered mountains of the Barbarian Islands. Growing up I never knew of my parents, nor would anyone tell me. I was raised by my adopted father, Ulgar the Vile. Ulgar was a giant feared by most of the clan and hated by the rest. Ulgar was a teacher and cleric of the ways of Pyrtechon. Many believed Ulgar slaughtered my parents and took me as his prize to raise and shape into what he wanted me to be, the right hand of The Raging One, or better known as The Destroyer. Ulgar made sure the village warriors trained me to use a greatsword and the art of battle.
As a child I never fully agreed with Ulgar, but I did share a lot of his same passions. Ulgar hated the weakness of the clan and their laziness as did I. Ulgar taught me that those who stand by idle, rather than prepare for war will be the first perish. As a child I only knew what Ulgar taught me. I became overwhelmed with the power Ulgar wielded in the name of The Destroyer. I watched Ulgar bring back life, only to destroy it again in rituals of power and destruction. It was during one of these rituals that the village was attacked by elves and humans. As Ulgar had foreseen, the villagers were unprepared and due to their laziness they were overwhelmed. Those that did not flee in time were slaughtered. The laziness of the village and lack of preparing for an attack was their downfall. The fools truly believed if they worked off the land and left the elves and humans alone, they would be safe and live in peace.
Unlike the village, Ulgar was prepared and with me by his side we slaughtered a great deal of the attackers before Ulgar commanded me to flee. Ulgar believed it was his time and not mine. I hate Ulgar for making me run, but I will deal with that when I see him again. Because Ulgar’s faith in The Destroyer and his belief in me becoming something more, I fled the village and headed to Mistone. Under the guise of a mercenary I set out to learn the ways of the humans and other races. Because of my halfgiant strength and size it has never been hard to find work or be left alone when I want to be.
It wasn’t long before I found some like minds. The first is a strange Drow that goes by the name Daralith. This Drow has taught me a great deal and in return I have placed my blade at his side. There have been others that interest me, especially the followers of Corath. I have spent a great deal of time learning their ways and beliefs under the guile of stupidity. The witch known as Chanda is one to be feared and respected. I would not dare go against that one until I was in position to cleave her skull in half.
For now I will remain with the Drow and learn all I can from him and the others we travel with.
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I find it hard to tolerate weakness among those around me. Lately I have found the company of powerful allies. I have been traveling with them and growing fond of the one named Tegan. I can only hope when war comes that she is on the right side. I would hate to have to cut her down, but will do so if she becomes my enemy.
I have also come across two skilled warriors that amaze me. Michael Mordicai and Lillian go beyond the skill of a normal warrior. I believe they are specialized and have placed great training in combat. I believe they focused their training in the weapons of choice and thus excel.
I am going to continue to learn from them, especially Lillian and see if I can not gain their prowess. If anything I will be even more prepared come time for the return of the Dragons and the destruction of the weak that stand in the way.
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Tegan no longer travels with me, but for what reason I do not know. I can not spend time dwelling on why. I must focus my energy into combat training and preparing for war. I still travel with Lillian, who still amazes me with the skill of her blade. She has been tutoring me lately on how to hold my weapon in various stances. I am close to mastering the whirlwind attack she performs. I can see why she is so powerful in combat. The only weakness I see in her is that she has become dependent upon the Scimitar. If she had to pick up a dagger, she would be lost.
Daralith has grown even colder over the last few weeks. I do not know what drives that little Drow, but he has great dedication in his faith and such hate for elves. I am however fond of him and would be lost without his wisdom at times. I will still keep an eye on him, but he earns my trust more and more.
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I find it hard to put my thoughts down on paper, but Daralith keeps ensuring me of the importance of keeping some sort of journal so I can look back upon it and learn from my mistakes. I try to tell him I do not make mistakes. I do exactly what I want to do. I try not to focus too much of my time thinking about why I people do things. To me it is not important why someone lied, only that they lied to me.
I still travel with Lillian and I am close to mastering the art of war with my sword. I do not think Lillian can teach me everything, so I have sought guidance and training from others. Yesterday I traveled with Annie, who was a competent master of her blade. I can see the advantages of simply spending more time with one weapon. I no longer use any other weapon and will continue to focus on my sword.
It was not so long ago that I helped slaughter a necromancer, simply because we could. It seemed the necromancer had double crossed some folks in Dalanthar and they wanted our help. I had no interest in helping the weak town folk, in fact I would much rather have preferred to burn the town down and slaughter them like sheep. However Daralith seemed over interested in the magic of the necromancer so I followed him along.
I really hated that Rhynn and would have lopped her head off if not for Daralith. In the end Daralith and the others used some dark magic and killed the necromancer. It was boring and I found little enjoyment in hacking up dead things, mainly because they do not cry and beg for mercy. I can’t remember all the important magic stuff, but I do know the necromancer is dead and Daralith was happy.