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Title: From the ashes
Post by: havoc on February 22, 2010, 05:41:44 PM: A collection of memories and events that make up Melanna Jin Poetr.

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My name is Melanna Jin Poetr. I have traveled this road alone until now. What is to become of me is a question that haunts my days and nights.
Title: Re: From the ashes
Post by: havoc on February 22, 2010, 06:24:45 PM: Character: Melanna Jin Poetr
Age: 18
Gender: Female
Classes: Fighter
Race: Human
Alignment: Lawful Good
Deity: Lucinda

Biography:

The exhausted willowy girl set the last of the cairns stones in place and stepped back, her hands cracked and bleeding from the unaccustomed work and let out a small sigh and brushed back golden brown hair from her face, "I'm sorry Da, but there was no one to help me other than the sheep so this is the best I can do." She wiped her hands on her brown plain robes and then removed a stylized dragon carving from her simple belt pouch. Her father had made it as well out of a mixture of oak and hickory, carving each detail by the firelight. Kissing it, she put it on the top of the cairn. "You are with your Lord Protector now and I hope mother as well, Da. I love you." Calling upon her heart, she made a heartfelt plea to the Lady of Magic,"Lady, show me your path from here and I will serve you as best I am able." Casting her gaze upward, she studies the constellations first taking in the Gold's Eye then the Necklace of the Lady. To her mind's eye they seemed to shine for her and her hands felt warm after all of the effort. Smiling, she took up her shepherd staff, as Daneal called it, and makes her way back to the simple cottage her father had made with his own two hands many years before.

Situated on a nearly treeless craggy hill, the cottage overlooked the western spurs of the Hammerbounds some two weeks walk north and west of Hlint. It was a small affair with a single common room furnished with little more than a table, single bed, and two chairs below and a small loft where Melanna kept her scant belongings in an old trunk next to a sheepskin bedroll. Tears begin to trickle down her pale cheeks and she thought about this gentle man who was her father and the countless evenings they would sit in front of the fire and he would tell her stories of his youth. Stories filled with her Da's friends and all manner of beasts her father had fought in his youth in Hlint and beyond. His stories were always the same, laced with the importance of being true to yourself, your faith, and your heart. The stories along with the few remnants of her mother's notes and scrolls were all she had to remember them by. Wiping her tears away from her grey-green eyes, Melanna set to packing what possessions she could find with a determination she hoped came from her mother, Treana Min Poetr, a woman she barely remembers. A torch, some old rope, a ragged lambs wool cloak and hood along with several dried apples and a small bag of true settled into her pack.

Melanna thought about how her father led her here to the hilly fields north of Hlint on Mistone from the urban city of Haft Lake, half a world away. She was very little then and nothing past the parade of faces and buildings truly stuck in her mind as she clung to her Da's hand. Hempstead, in particular, was a grand affair to her four year old self, with its larger than life fountains and statues. How she longed now for the safety of the guarded gate and the nearness of folks who could at least lend her a cot and meal. Sweeping up a small handmade pack, Melanna tacked a note in clear concise script on the door as she left it read:

Daniel Min Poetr died peacefully in his sleep on Mai 20th, 1447. He is buried under cairn behind the cottage some two stones throw. Friends are welcome to pay respects. I am leaving this cottage, lands, and small herd of sheep to whoever has the will and want to take them.

Signed,

Melanna Jin Poetr
"Blossom in Promise"

She then set out south and east. That was four years ago.

Since that day Melanna had discovered much about herself. She found herself increasingly fascinated by Lucinda, remembering little details about her mother's late budding magical skill and the wonders that Spellgard presented to her. She wondered if some day she might not, herself find that she carried her mother's talent. It would delight her to find this to be so, for she was fascinated by all things Lucinda presented. The principles of honor and selflessness of her father's teachings fit well with what she learned of her own faith. She knew her father would not be disappointed in her, but in her heart there was the shadow of doubt. She hoped he understood her path was different then his and was proud of her for following it.

The path she followed lead her to learn to defend herself with the shepherd's staff from all manner of trials on the road. Some was self taught, and more has been learned from those who would trade for it. Slowly she had become proficient, and she was proud that she had earned every bit on her own. She was proud that everything she had gained since she had left her father's grave she had earned with the same honor she had seen in him.

Staying true to herself and her ideals, her life slowly began to resemble her name in a whole other way then when she was given it at birth.
Title: Re: From the ashes
Post by: havoc on February 23, 2010, 06:25:20 PM: The first winter alone was the hardest. After I walked away from the house I was blinded by my grief. I struggled to feed and equip myself. *Her mind shies away from that time and the hardships and desperation she survived*. I began to learn and to understand lessons taught to me by my family. *She sets her quill aside as she recalls a memory from her childhood.

~Her lip throbbed painfully and her pants were torn at the knee blood oozed slowly from the scrape. The boys had not wanted a girl to tag along. She had stood her ground, but ultimately had been denied. The skinned knee and cut lip were accidental consequences to being thrust back by more than one boy upsetting her balance and preventing her from following. Neither boy intended harm directly they were just children and angry, she was smaller a girl and therefore not welcome. Uncle Benjamin had seen her first and was outraged that anyone would dare harm her. Scooping her up he hauled her to her father to deal with who had done such a thing. The pain had been worth it because her uncle had taken her fishing at the stream. On the way back he had taken time to show her how to feel an attack coming and how to moveout of its way. ~

*Sighing at the memory her mind's eye flashes a rapid succession of glimpses of home so very long ago. Looking up at the sky she smiles as a tear slowly slides down her face.*
Title: Re: From the ashes
Post by: havoc on February 25, 2010, 07:41:19 PM: It's strange having people in my life again. It's different traveling about with company. I still grieve for Mother and Da, but now with Daniel I do not feel so lost. He is so stuffy though. Alot like Da, but not. He takes being a Protector very seriously. I hope he learns that protecting isnt all a protector is. I hope he learns with Bella. She's a quick one. Good stance. Nice balance. More fun than anyone else I ever knew. Her life it seems has been missing being loved. From what she told me anyway. I hope that those two realize they both have the other half of each other.

##note to self Make Daniel ask her out to a picnic...

Daniel also introduced me to a man named Richard. Bella asked me if I found him interesting and I am quite interested in that book of his. He knows learned magic. The type of magic that isnt just inside a body but a skill of learning. If all it takes is learning and hard work. I can do magic. Eventually.

He knows the color of my eyes, last guy to mention my eyes to me was Jimmy McDurmont. I don't know what that means really. The color of my eyes is no big secret obviously. Anyone who looks at me can see them. Just I dont often hear someone comment on thier color.

I like traveling about with Daniel and his friends more than ever now that I am welcomed by them too. Such adventures we have had here lately. What is going on with all these undeads wandering around. Daniel barely saved us in the crypts from vampyres. We had to go to his temple and report it. I did not want to go into the temple. I really didn't. I couldnt stay outside either. Night was coming on and alone with darkness edging near I was easy prey.

I wanted to pinch Daniel black and blue *She grins* actually I think I managed at least a dark red mark. Here he was acting like it was shameful to have chosen to keep us alive instead of dying against impossible odds.
I just don't understand him and his refusal to see any other sides. Like with his own Da. Yea Uncle Benjamin was a rake and scoundrel. He and Da never got along for very long. *she smiles* Uncle Benjamin loved deeply too. Even the ones who held him in disregard. If Daniel is smart he will remember not to say nasty things about him any more. He may still think them but I can't help that.

Daniel has taken up the head of the house attitude as if he were a Da himself thats for sure. He scowls and frowns and corrects me every time I turn about. It's charming and sweet. The gruffer he gets just proves he loves me and the ones he travels with. That's the truest sign of a Protector. He put some true with the guild people so I could get armor that was made to fit me along with the nicest sword and shield. I have so many blessings because of Daniel. I pray every morning to Lucinda to see him safe and well cared for. Each night as I search out her necklace in the sky and say the prayers for me I thank her for seeing to his safety for that day.
Title: Re: From the ashes
Post by: havoc on March 05, 2010, 10:10:57 PM: It's so wonderful having a best friend again. It's been so many years. I had forgotten how comforting it is to share a day with someone because you enjoy hanging around together. Bella's life has been even harder than mine. I at least was loved and adored, while my parents lived. Even with them gone, the love I was surrounded with remains. I have added Bella to the list of people I pray each morning for. I also can't help but smile as I say my thank yous each night.

Daniel still has not asked her on the picnic. He just does not understand. He is so blinded by his own thinking he can't see what I am trying to show him. I have to stop pushing him about it though. My best intentions will end up getting her hurt again. I still can't believe how he fumbled the last attempt at asking her. I was ready to cry. Never ever would I want her to be hurt by me trying to help.
Title: Re: From the ashes
Post by: havoc on March 05, 2010, 10:13:49 PM: Bella introduced me to a woman named Striker. Odd name for a girl, but she is comfortable with it. She has a quick wit and a biting sense of sarcasm. I find I like that about her. I am not so sure I would trust her at my back, but I don't know her well enough to say for certain.
Title: Re: From the ashes
Post by: havoc on March 05, 2010, 10:24:03 PM: I swear he does it on purpose. Not an hour after my first armor fitting and at the end of a messy nasty day he marches me up to Mother's teacher. I am filthy, smelly, my armor isn't properly fitted and I have a raging case of helmet hair. I was so embarassed. Here he is marching me out like a prize heifer...Look what I have for you Storold... a student.. ta da. I didn't know if I wanted the ground to open up and swallow me whole or swallow him whole. He's spouting all this stuff about how much I want to learn magic and how I need a teacher and each word made me want to slink away into the back ground. You don't just toss a student at a respected member of the church like that. You make an appointment. After the student has time for a bath. You wear your best clothing. You know what you are meeting for. Lucinda bless my beloved cousin Daniel, he means well. I know he only had my deepest wish in mind. I also know he never would have meant me harm and was completely baffled by my displeasure. No reason to tell him because well he cant understand the significance of picnics. There is no way he will understand female self esteem.
Title: Re: From the ashes
Post by: havoc on March 05, 2010, 10:27:07 PM: I still can not believe it Storold has agreed to be my teacher. We met once to talk about magic and what draws me to it. He seemed to be pleased with my answers. I will continue to seek out more knowledge about magic where ever I can find it.
Title: Re: From the ashes
Post by: havoc on March 05, 2010, 10:33:42 PM: I finally got my armor back from the crafters. It's a perfect fit. I can even take a deep breath while holding a shield. No more painful crushing of the assets. No more raw spots on my shoulderblades and hip and knees from chafing. Bella thinks I sound like a walking box of nails still but at least its not as bad as it was. I really should move to a nicer place, but Vehl is close to Daniel, its not terribly expensive, and as long as you wedge your shield under the door handle its loud enough to get a good night's sleep.
Title: Re: From the ashes
Post by: havoc on March 05, 2010, 10:50:13 PM: Bella and I met up in Hlint. We were preparing to gather the ears I needed for a bounty. The bounty was offered properly and lawfully so I agreed to take it. While preparing Richard arrived. He joined us for the day. I like traveling with him. I enjoy listening to him speak. *She pauses for a long while recalling the details.* He knows so much about so many kinds of magic. Bella left after we returned from collecting and Richard and I ended up sitting by a fire talking for a long while. He wrote down a list of verbal exercises for me to work on. *She unfolds scrap of parchment with his handwriting on it and slowly reads each word aloud. Then tucks it back in her book* He and I agreed to meet at his residence in Leringard. I'm debating on not telling Daniel or Bella. Daniel will over react I'm sure and Bella will think that I've gone sweet on Richard. I don't think Richard thinks of me the way Jimmy McDurmont did once. Yes he mentioned my eye color that one time, but we spent close to two hours talking about magic and the topic never strayed from magic. So I think he just wants to teach me magic. Like I asked. At least he has a nice voice. I could talk with him for hours and hours. I know that meeting an unmarried man in his home without a chaperone is more than likely going to get me into trouble, I really want to learn all the things we spoke of. Theory of magic, History of the Al'Noth, along with the science of magic, practice of magic and then the actual use and application of magic. Maybe there is a common room, if not then we will have to simply go to the patio. Magic is not enough to compromise my reputation over.
Title: Re: From the ashes
Post by: havoc on March 06, 2010, 11:38:32 AM: *shutting her room door firmly and wedging her shield beneath the knob she strips herself of her armor and tosses her things on the floor beside her bed. In just her delicates she crumples on the bed. Assured she is alone she gives in to the tears she's held at bay for so long.*

*The moon is high in the night's sky before her emotions are spent and she drifts into unsettled sleep.*
Title: Re: From the ashes
Post by: havoc on March 07, 2010, 11:10:48 AM: *Wrapped in cotton sheeting her hair still damp from her bath, she sits in the half light of twilight. So much has happened, so many things she was unaware of are now formost in her mind.*

I met with my teacher yesterday. He knows so much and I had no idea how little I really knew. I thought I knew alot, I thought I had a grasp of the foundation. He took me to a place of darkness, where the Al'Noth was so corrupted it makes the hair on the back of your neck stand on end and the empty desperate corruption of just standing there leeches into your very pores. I don't know how to shake what being there felt like. My stomach still is uncertain. After the trip I had to break away from Master Storold and all I could think about was getting back to the temple. I was glad he let me go without questions, and the welcoming calm of being in the temple helped recenter me. I like helping in the temple. There is always so much to do and many hands in the doing. The emptiness of that place haunts me still though. It's un natural. It's wrong. Its downright unacceptable and must be eliminated. I'm not alone in this feeling either. Master Storold told me that its been like that for centuries. Studied and fought against but the corruption remains. I am now faced with a situation that I can not combat. I simply do not have the skills. That hurts me, way down deep. How do I protect against a force I have no weapons or armor or methodology to combat? I pray now for guidance like I have never prayed before. I hope someday to get an answer. In the mean time I train, I learn, I try not to dwell on things I am powerless against.
Title: Re: From the ashes
Post by: havoc on March 07, 2010, 11:26:25 AM: *Grinning she sits and eats an apple in the shade of a tree. It's mid day and the sun is warm but the breeze is light and fragrant.*

If they gave medals for ruined cotton, I would be crowned as a hero. I looked about as my stomach told me I forgot to eat again and I was close to hip deep in cloth failures and cotton shreds. I'm getting better, well I'm not getting worse at least. I tucked all the ruined bits in a grain bag and made a sort of pillow for my bed. Its lumpy and lopsided, but a pillow is a pillow.

*She finishes the apple and watches the clouds drift in a slow dance across the sky.*

I saw Daniel today. He's so in love, yet fighting it every step of the way. I have no idea why he fights against it so hard. He and I talked about Jimmy. I still miss him. I long to be near him even for a moment again. Who knows maybe someday Jimmy and I will meet again. Of course Daniel didn't see things my way. You have no control over who your heart chooses. I lost Jimmy through no fault of mine or his. Just because it ended, doesn't change what I felt then or what I feel now. I have faith that I will find another to love and be loved by someday.
Title: Re: From the ashes
Post by: havoc on March 07, 2010, 05:31:24 PM: *Tucked in a corner of the temple in a small band of half light she sits with her knees drawn up and her forhead resting on them.*

*She has tucked her cloak about her as if to ward off a deep cold. It's not a cold from the weather but one of internal conflict.*
Title: Re: From the ashes
Post by: havoc on March 07, 2010, 05:35:15 PM: I don't know what to write today. So many disappointments all in one afternoon where do you even start. I know I'm on the right path, I know it. I just don't seem to be doing things right. I need to figure out where to start. I guess the first thing is to start with what can be corrected the easiest. *sighs aloud* I just don't look good in blue. Oh well I shall get used to it. As for the rest, I will just have to figure something out.
Title: Re: From the ashes
Post by: havoc on March 08, 2010, 09:39:19 PM: Master Storold is mighty disappointed in me. I sense he feels he is wasting his time bothering with so inept a student. He asks me questions I have no way of answering. Each attempt gains another frown. He kept going on about loving magic. The pursuit of magic for the right reasons. He brought others to the conversation, each one more adept at magic than I even knew was possible. Glimmering illusions, and magnificent control, all spread out before me like some banquet. Yet it's a banquet behind glass and I can only see it. Not be a participant. I have no magic of my own. Nothing I have found so far anyway. Yet deep inside me burns this grain of need. I have begun to attempt to call forth any manifiestation of magical talent. I mimic the words and movements of those I see who have magic. I have been warned over and over that such a thing is dangerous and reckless. I don't know what else to do. I'm not going to forsake my path. I can't.
Title: Re: From the ashes
Post by: havoc on March 14, 2010, 09:17:06 AM: Its so easy to retreat back to the Temple. I just realized today that I have been here almost a month. I am glad I took everything of mine with me from the last time I was in Vehl, I doubt my room has been empty the whole time I have been away. More than likely its been rented out to someone else by now. I have avoided Bella and Daniel. I seem to make things worse not better, when I only want them both to be happy. I am not going to meddle anymore. Besides what do I know about being a parent and being in love. Not alot it seems. I'm pleased that Wesley chose a proper name. Charlie is a good strong name he can grow into. For now though I work until I can't think and then I sleep like a stone only to be awakened before I am fully rested and start all over again.
Title: Re: From the ashes
Post by: havoc on March 14, 2010, 09:27:22 AM: I can't get past the meeting with a few of the Angles. There is this set of three, Zira who is bubbly and hilarious. Shes really so nice. She might have been alot of fun to travel with. Her brother the silent one. He just looked through me as if I didnt exist. Felt like a bug in a jar around him. Then there is this other one Raz. Oozes charm and for a moment I thought he might be more than just habit charming. I swear it just irked me that he had the nerve to judge me, and find me lacking when he set out to insult my faith. I don't know maybe I'm over sensitive, but if you are going to ask someone if you can spend time with them bring them closer to you, why in Stars name would you turn around and ask a no win situation question then have the nerve to be judgemental when you get a no win answer.
Title: Re: From the ashes
Post by: havoc on March 14, 2010, 09:33:05 AM: Daniel surprised me the other day when we were traveling. I was out of sorts mostly because I lost my pillow. I made it with the ruined cotton and a old sack. It got left behind in Vehl. That wasn't what surprised me. We were on one of his patrol runs. I keep trying to cast the light spell. He didn't chastise me or frown with dire warnings. Just gave me a hint to what I was doing wrong. I still don't understand what it is that Master Storold wants from me. I have not seen him since the last disaster meeting. I wonder if he regrets having me as a student. I don't know who else to ask though.
Title: Re: From the ashes
Post by: havoc on March 25, 2010, 06:52:50 PM: A Chance encounter with Zira provided me with my first chance to train with members of the Angels. Zira and Zak were going spider culling and I was invited along. Zak is quiet. He's still. Zira is wonderful, shes vibrant and funny. I learned alot about the two of them while we were fighting. I managed to get this huge gash in my leg because I was watching him. He fights with single minded purpose and those golden eyes measuring every angle. Fortunately Zira tossed a healing spell at me. I got back in focus, I had to stop watching him fight and force myself to pay attention to protecting Zira from the spiders. I was very proud of my efforts. I managed to keep her safe, and keep myself from getting bitten. A few managed to slice at me, which stung, but none bit me. I had to strip out of my armor to get in and out of the entrance to the cave area. It was quite embarassing to be honest. I scraped a couple places best not mentioned. Doing so with him watching was disconcerting as well. Zira kept teasing him to ask me out. I actually considered going back through that hole, I really did, but I couldn't find face taking my armor off again. In front of him not like that. I blurted out that he and I should go smash other things together, because we work well as a team. He was embarassed too, I think, and when he smiled and stepped forward... he stepped out of the shadow and into a tiny beam of sunlight and he looked over to me and it was like looking into twin pools of sunlight. Thank the Stars Zira didnt notice. She just kept on talking and we finally moved out of the forest. I had to get back to the Temple I was on laundry detail and I was late.
Title: Re: From the ashes
Post by: havoc on March 25, 2010, 06:53:27 PM: I ran into Zak in the craft hall today. We talked and talked. He has a surprising sense of humor. He invited me to meet with a group heading out for the marshes. I agreed. I wanted to stay and talk more but I agreed to help at the Temple, so I had to rush off.
Title: Re: From the ashes
Post by: havoc on March 25, 2010, 06:54:14 PM: I was sitting on the roof with some of the others today taking advantage of the sunshine and the strong breeze to sit and work on maintianing my armor. Since that last meeting with Master Storold, I have spent alot of time thinking about all the things he told me. So I'm chatting with Herbert and some of the others when out of no where a scroll bounced off my head. I of course was startled and amid the laughing and teasing I had to chase the scroll before it blew off the roof. Yes it was amusing, I even didnt really mind the teasing. They stopped when I told them the message was from my teacher, seems messages like this are rare for the warriors. I even noticed a couple of glances that held some envy before attention was returned to various pieces of equipment. I read it quickly and my spirits were further lifted by the words of encouragement written there. I tucked it away as soon as I read it, I didn't want anyone to feel badly for not having gotten a bird message before. One thing Master Storold was right about was the color of my armor. Before, I would take my meals with the women and the orphans, but today as I was walking back to my usual spot with my plate, one of the warriors scooched over and made room for me with them. Herbert nodded to me and winked. Seems I have a small amount of respect, I have to admit that it warms me from within to be looked at as if I were an equal. I have much to learn and I'm still new to service.
Title: Re: From the ashes
Post by: havoc on March 25, 2010, 06:55:17 PM: I spent some time with Daniel and others. We were by the campfire and I was explaining the lessons Master Storold had begun with me. I never noticed that you could experience magic by just focusing on it. You can see and smell and feel the magic. Spent the whole afternoon identifying the colors and waves magic makes when cast. It gets distracting when I practice that while we are in combat though.
Title: Re: From the ashes
Post by: havoc on March 25, 2010, 06:55:55 PM: Finally the day for the trip to the marshes arrived. I took the wrong ship, and ended up late meeting the group. Raz was there to help me catch up to the group. His manner suggests that he still isnt fond of me but I no longer believe he despises me. He dubbed me MJ, which I actually like. I called him Razzy, which he told me was acceptable. Seems that he had been called Razzy for ages already, which isnt surprising. Zira was there and when we arrived. Zak was there too. Several others who were new to me were also there. What a surprising day. I learned so much I followed one person for a while and watched how they worked I then followed someone else. I listened to and watched some powerful magic users weave amazing spells. I recognized many. I tried to stay out of Raz's notice most of the time. Wasnt very hard, he was leading the party. I tried to set up as a shield for the ones who didn't weild heavy weapons, but it was impossible to do so, most were more powerful than I on a bad day. I learned much though. I enjoyed the company.
Title: Re: From the ashes
Post by: havoc on March 25, 2010, 06:56:25 PM: I had the most wonderful time on the boat ride home from the Marshes. I was almost sad to see the docks on the horizon. We spent almost the entire time at the ship rail watching the water. Its nice to spend time being still and silent. Letting the ship dip and sway beneath your feet. We talked once we had disembarked and we found we both enjoy boating. He asked me on a picnic. I still can't believe it. I know I responded yes because he kissed my hand, but for the life of me I have no idea what I said.
Title: Re: From the ashes
Post by: havoc on March 25, 2010, 06:56:55 PM: I was in Vehl today, I wanted to visit with Daniel, but he wasn't there. So I sprung Charlie from his chores for lunch. I hope the sister doesn't say anything. He was unsure about me but he was glad to get out of his work for a little while. We went to the edge of the dock and I shared some of the corn bread and venison I had. Once he gets going that boy can swear the very air blue. He taught me some very creative swear words and I taught him how to impress the sisters with using Ma'am and Sir, and to stand up straight and tall with his hands at his side. I dont know if he will take my advice but I can see uses for the phrases he taught me. It seems like Bella is doing well with hugging him. He even allowed me to hug him but he rushed off fast after. I had to ask him if he would let me first though. Its good that hugs are a part of his life now. Its even better that they are a part of Bella's.
Title: Re: From the ashes
Post by: havoc on March 25, 2010, 06:57:31 PM: Bella and Daniel are getting married. I'm absolutely delighted! Bella was in a panic though. She seems to misunderstand what someone said. I'm not quite sure what actually happened. Songman was there and he helped me calm her down. Im not sure what she thought loosing his heart to her actually meant, but what ever it was...it was VERY bad. I thought she was going to pass out for sure. I want both Bella and Daniel to be happy. Stars watch over them.
Title: Re: From the ashes
Post by: havoc on April 08, 2010, 05:36:06 PM: Pain, darkness, silence, followed by pain, bright sunlight, howling wind. There was no up or down. The world twisted and turned in waves of agony and the slow march of days. How long she does not know and cares even less. When the sun blinds her she pulls her shield as far over her face as she can and when faced with the dead of night she stares up at the stars and searches for a constellation just out of her field of vision. She prays and prays for deliverance from this. Eventually she even prays for death to release her from her torment. Neither prayer is answered and when again she wakes she remains where she landed. She chides herself for her foolishness. For she alone can bear the blame for this situation. She had embarked on a training mission of her own design. One that would let her hone the skills she recently found she lacked. Climbing. She did not however have the foresight to bring someone with her. She chose a section of mountains that appeared to be less dramatic than the ones she embarrassed herself with on the last group campaign. At first she made progress, the hand and foot holds she found were easy and solid. Pleased with this minor triumph she grew bolder and ultimately more careless. Several days of success on easy slopes encouraged her to try more difficult assents. More and more confident she grew until she came to a crag face that challenged her budding skills. She climbed and climbed and scrabbled and clawed her way up a section of the rock face. She took a moment clinging to the wall to admire the breathtaking view around her. It was only a few handfulls left to the summit. She focused and began to climb again. What she found was that it was a false summit. The rock shelf about 8 feet wide and 15 feet long squatted directly in her chosen path. Scrambling up onto it she set about making a small rest area. It seemed almost as if placed just for her, and she gloried in her own accomplishment. Sleep came over her like a gentle breeze. When she awoke, she ate and refreshed herself then turned and faced the rock wall once again. It had already been days since she had seen another person. Gravity took over 40 feet above the rock shelf. The hand hold grumbled beneath her bloody fingertips and she only had a moment to scream as she plummeted down and crashed into the solid granite ledge she so recently praised as fortuituous. Bones snapped, skin peeled, and her body took refuge in unconciousness.
Title: Re: From the ashes
Post by: havoc on April 08, 2010, 10:56:03 PM: A new sound floated on the wind. Far away a melody danced and echoed across the landscape. The pain in her head screamed a throbbing tempo, distorting her vision and her hearing but the melody continued. Dragging herself to the edge of the rock shelf she tries desperately to focus and to locate the source. She suddenly understood the tactic of military strategy Herbert had spent hours lecturing her. The advantage of high ground and the how the hours stretch before you as you watch and wait and eventually will the other side to actually get near enough to you to actually do something besides continue to watch them approach. There far off was a group of travelers. Some twist of the wind carried the tune of a bard or just a talented musician up the rocky mountain side. Her meager strength could not sustain conciousness long and once again oblivion engulfed her.
Title: Re: From the ashes
Post by: havoc on April 09, 2010, 05:50:41 PM: It seemed like eons as she waited for the travelers to get close enough to try to attract thier attention. When at last they were close enough she began to call out. It hurt so bad expanding her broken ribs to shout loud enough, but finally one of them began looking about for the source of the sound. She began to weep in earnest when they moved away. A heartbreaking cry of NO echoed down the canyon. The travelers retraced thier steps. Nearer and nearer, but they didn't look up. Disparing of being spotted she began to toss her belongings down up on them. Bit by bit.
It wasnt until her shield almost koshed one on the head that they took the falling debris seriously. Her pack sailed after the shield, it had split somewhere along the original fall and its contents left a visual trail as they burst from containment. The men called to each other pointing toward her and calling up to her. She fainted with relief. Much later she found herself on the canyon floor her broken arm and ribs bound. There was little to do about the concussion or the scrapes and bruises. No cleric or healer was present. Too afraid to use magic potions on her lest they speed her demise with accidental curing she was simply bandaged and secured to a make shift litter. Her belongings, those that could be found anyway were replaced in her pack and an attempt at patching had been done to hold it all inside again. It would not stand up to alot of activity but it was all that could be done. Her shield and sword had been pressed into service to proved stabilization for her injured head and neck. She rested on a mixed pile of clothing and pine boughs in the cradle of her shield and her sword became a cross tie to keep her hips from twisting as she was hauled along.
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Post by: havoc on April 11, 2010, 07:52:34 PM: The brothers returned her to Ft. Vehl. Her improperly set bones healing in painful twists. They had done all they could. She was alive. She continued to have nightmares but they no longer woke her up screaming.
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Post by: havoc on April 25, 2010, 03:15:10 PM: Healing takes time and patience. It requires more effort to be still and allow the natural course of time to undo what is wrought with good intentions. It took close to 6 months to heal fully from the misadventure with mountain climbing. In that time so much had happened outside the temple, things she missed, and that upset her. The one she missed most was finally once again near to her. One good thing about healing was that it allowed her to enjoy a fireside past time she learned as a child. Setting to her task she made Rachel a bright sundress with Sunflower designs along the hem. She made a special hankie for Zak. Embroidered from the dark silk she made with her own hands. the cloth was as soft as a whisper and the dark grey and scarlet embroidery along the egdes was detailed and intricate. A stylized Z graced on corner.
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Post by: havoc on April 29, 2010, 09:02:35 PM: Holding a squirming Rachel, she sits down in the shallow creek water. Charlie and the girls are deeper in the stream yelling and splashing. The hot weather was making the kids a bit cranky and it seemed everyone else had duties and errands, so she had decided on a small field trip to a nearby bend in the creek. The water was cool and the indoor voices were left behind.
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Post by: havoc on April 30, 2010, 06:29:37 PM: In the afternoon light she sits quietly with a pile of scarlet silk in her lap. Rachel is napping and Charlie and the girls are out training with Tod. It's quiet and blissfully peaceful. Stitch by delicate stitch she sews. Reinforcing the seams and double folding the material along the area that chafe most under armor. Holding the shirt up to the light she inspects the work ensuring that the stitches are even and no material puckers.

Stars that man is going to look so good in this shirt...

She grins to herself as she finishes off the seam. All that is left now is to attach the short collar. Created to be worn up so the neck of the armor is kept from the skin or worn folded down to lay flat against his neck when not wearing armor. Fastened with a twisted frog closure made from hours of careful placement and sewing folded thread into a design with a knot on one side and more folded thread into a loop on the other. Bella had said it would only be two days. She should return by this evening or tomorrow morning. Setting aside the work making sure to pack up all her sewing gear, she goes to check on the baby and start dinner cooking.
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Post by: havoc on May 03, 2010, 10:51:21 PM: Sheep floated by like clouds and flowers were the size of cows wandering about. Walking as if there were somewhere she needed to get to she scattered the flowers as she moved. They shook green leaves at her and turned thier blossoms away. A red door stood in the field. Opening the door and stepping through she was tumbling and falling. Shrubbery pointed and taunted like children in a school yard. Laughing at her fear. She tried to scream, she tried to stop, she was helpless to do anything but watch the ground rush at her.

Sitting up suddenly in bed a scream of terror trapped in her throat. The pain memory flashing like lighting across her memory. Strong arms engulf her and a sleep rough whisper dances along her bare shoulder. Turning into the arms she lets the nightmare pass and focuses on the one holding her. She was safe. He would keep all dangers from her. She could sleep again. Closing her eyes she snuggled against him, giving herself over to his comfort and care. The strong beat of his heart beneath her ear lulling her back to dreamless sleep.
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Post by: havoc on May 13, 2010, 08:00:28 PM: Sitting in a tree near the fishing spot Charlie is fond of, a book balanced on her lap as she writes.

The days have settled into a series of patterns. I find soul deep contentment in my life. I have so much good in my life that I sometimes feel guilty for it. I thank the Lady each dawn for all my blessings.

I continue to study The Al'Noth, and its many facets. Storold seems proud of my progress, although of late we have had little time together. I spend much of my days caring for Charlie and Rachel and Lana's girls. It seems both Bella and Daniel are always off somewhere doing important tasks. I feel a sense of pride that they entrust me with them while they are away. I have also done more crafting.

She pauses to watch a pair of squirrels in a nearby tree chase each other about. Her mind wanders and she sits still allowing the day to drift lazily by.

After a long while she begins to write once more.

I have given my heart to another. I know without a doubt my heart is safe with him. I know I am safe with him. He is elven, and that has turned some frowns my way, but I care not. He loves me true, and I return it in full measure.

A joyful peace dances within her expression as she packs her belongings away and jumps down. Heading off in the direction of Hempstead she goes to meet his ship which is due in to the port in two days.
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Post by: havoc on May 17, 2010, 06:46:07 PM: Rain pelted the rooftop and ran in tiny rivers down the crafting house wall. The comforting warmth within and the hypnotic rythmn of his motions created a sense of peace and tranquility. Making a comfy spot near him she brings out her work ledger. Symbols and signs carefully penned and defined, referenced for her to study. Sleep steals over her like a soft shadow. In time he looks over and realizes she was sleeping. Packing his tools and supplies, he crouches down and softly runs his index finger along her jaw line. lifting her chin as her eyes slowly open he leans in and lightly kisses her. As he leans back both smile, the world slides away for the moment leaving just the two of them and the love that grows with each day.
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Post by: havoc on May 17, 2010, 06:46:37 PM: Winter had settled in. Outside the wind howled and snarled. The storm spat ice in tiny darts along with the down pour of rain. Only someone with unavoidable commitments ventured out. Not being among those poor souls the pair chose against venturing out and remained locked within the warmth of the dwelling.
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Post by: havoc on June 26, 2010, 01:55:27 PM: I am so excited. I have been appointed to a guard detail to take one of the elder priestess' Glenna to Spellgard. She choose me by name. I can't believe the honor. I figure it wont be more than a full month there and back. I should be able to finish the projects I have in the crafting chest when I get back. I must hurry and find Zak to let him know about this. He will be so proud. Daniel and Bella were not home when I stopped by but I left a note in the door frame.
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Post by: havoc on June 27, 2010, 09:57:02 AM: At this point there are a number of pages that appeared to be ripped out. Several attempts at making the lost pages look neat and orderly are apparent but the pages are gone just the same.
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Post by: havoc on June 27, 2010, 10:03:04 AM: I am so cross with myself. I do not understand half of the random bits of knowledge Priestess Glenna tosses at me. I try and try. I work hard. I practice hard. I shuffle along side her. Why she continues to refuse a wagon or a carriage... a litter for Stars sake I simply cannot fathom. She's OLD! Really and truely OLD. Yet she wants to walk every step all the way to Spellgard herself.
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Post by: havoc on June 27, 2010, 10:05:53 AM: Half the page is scribbled out. Her handwriting under the scribbles has an aggressive slant to it and if you spent the time to read under the scribbles you would find a great deal of frustration and unhappiness.
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Post by: havoc on June 27, 2010, 10:14:21 AM: Priestes Glenna is not speaking to me... again. perhaps it is still. The weather turned and I just refused to allow her to trudge on in the mud. I also decided that I am now incharge of the detail and sent half of us back. There is no reason we needed 16 armed guards for one ancient but stubborn priestess. I also insisted she ride in the litter we constucted. We all gave up our extra cloaks and made a fairly weatherproof and warm nest for her. We all take turns in rotation carrying one corner of the litter which for security is acceptable as I see it. I may get to Spellgard and learn I no longer have a place within the Guards of the Temple but I wil at least deliver the charge I accepted responsibility for in good health and safe.
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Post by: havoc on June 27, 2010, 10:27:20 AM: The grumblings amoung the others has stopped after two days. We have worked out a compromise with each other and with Priestess Glenna. Who blackmailed me into letting her walk by refusing to eat. We modified the litter to be more like a chair so she could see as we traveled instead of lying flat and being "Toted about like a body". We stop frequently so she can walk some. Each time we break down the litter she would choose one of us to assist her as she walked. Its now developed into a rotation. Left front carrier then Rigt front carrier ~ Left back carrier then right back carrier~ then rear guard ~ then escort ~ After that you are point guard and scout.
We are still traveling at a snails pace but morale is better and our charge is once again being reasonable.
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Post by: havoc on June 27, 2010, 11:13:54 AM: I have never in my life been so happy to sit down. We finally arrived at Spellgard and the Temple. Upon our arrival we were tasked along with a horde of others with helping a small local community who had a retaining wall holding back a fairly swift moving river. The storms from a few days ago weakened it, and the whole structure was ready to collapse. Nothing like moving a small mountain of stones in knee deep mud to work out the kinks of a long march.

There is more written but it is apparent that the writer was more asleep than awake and the final line written is merely where the quil slid across the page as the hand that guided it gave way to gravity and sleep.
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Post by: havoc on June 29, 2010, 09:15:02 PM: //place holder for CDQ write up... but I need to work on it more.
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Post by: havoc on July 01, 2010, 04:41:51 PM: She silently leans against the door frame, watching him work. Muscles flex and relax as he goes about his tasks, the weight of her glance is like a physical touch and his head lifts. It takes mere heartbeats for him to find her. Tossing the objects he had in his hand aside in a nearby crate, he moves toward her. She straightens and moves toward him. Moments later his arms enfold her and she tucks herself against his heart. They speak softly to each other, without moving for long moments. They share simple words, gentle caresses, blending into a reaffirmation of the love they share. Sometime later the topic of renovation of the house is discussed and the pair set off to see it.

The house is quiet and cool as they arrive just before sunset. He takes great pride in showing off all the new changes and improvements. Acquainting her with his favorite places. The door closes behind them and the outside world fades into nothingness for them. Possessions are discarded haphazardly in the next moments. Candles are lit as night darkens the room. What began as quiet tenderness escalates to a joyous celebration. Suddenly a loud crack followed by the sudden crash of a corner of the bedstead to the floor cause the pair to freeze and look in surprise at each other. As realization sinks in they both burst out in laughter. They continue to laugh as they readjust to offset the odd angle of the bed. Mirth gives way to everyday conversation yet remain entwined as they talk.

Sometime later he gently pulls away to reach for something tucked in garments hastily tossed on the floor. Taking something from a pocket he returns to her. A question earnestly asked. A ring adoringly offered. The answer reverently given. The gift gently placed upon her finger. As a gentle kiss realigns the course of thier lives, the two revel in the joy they share. As the candles burn out and leave the room painted in the softest moonlight they sleep. Her hand in his, resting softly upon his chest. Her head upon his shoulder the soft beat of his heart in her ear. His cheek nestled in her hair. The future full of promise glistening on the horizon like the dawn.
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Post by: havoc on May 23, 2011, 10:56:08 PM: The life of service to the church is gruelling, especially when she wields no natural talent for it. As her peers progress to positions within the service, she remains. She is questioned time and time again if this service is really what she was called for. Steadfast as the stars she turns her gaze to, she will not be detered. She has her family and the support of the man she loves with every beat of her heart. This is where she belongs, this is the path she was destined to follow....and so she remains.
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Post by: havoc on May 24, 2011, 06:04:37 PM: Oddly enough her skills with a sword and shield became an asset finally. She would be assigned as protection for various clerics and church officials. Being a student of the Al'Noth as well as a warrior, she became a bridge between two groups who often did not communicate well and her skills as a negotiator improved. She would travel with the teams sent to investigate wild magic or areas of dead magic.