Febra 25, 1488 years since The Great Cataclysm
Raelyn Blair
Coastal Caves Report
Witness' to the Journey were: Jillian Stuart, Riley Alexander, William Leox, and Myself (Raelyn Blair)
Research of Beings encountered:
- Blue Crabs - Native animal life that live in the region. Unable to communicate but will attack in defense of itself and its habitat.
- Sahuagin Serpent Pet - vicious snakes that seem to serve the Sahuagin much as a summons or familiar would serve a mage or ranger.
- Sahuagin - a monstrous fish like people the live mainly in the oceans, seas, underground lakes and underwater caves. (Evil intent)
- Trolodytes - spindly, muscular arms, squat legs, lizardman like trait with a reptilian head and forearms, a spinal crest and long slender tails. (Evil intent?)
As requested and as should be after every journey. I present to you my recollections of our journey to the coastal caves near Center. This was no ordinary journey to rest the undead in a crypt through the divine will of our Great Leader, but it was a journey to understand evil, a chance for growth, of discovering who we are, who we want to be and to find out if we can make the decision to take another life. How we could reconcile that decision within.
I was at first very excited about this new opportunity to see a new place I had not been before. To learn more about the creatures that live around the sea. At first it did not sink in to me that we would have to use our swords nor that we may have to take their lives. It did not at first sink in the type of trouble that the people traveling the road had to contend with simply coming or going along their way. The Sahuagin are a monstrous race though, who care nothing for discussion with us, and prefer to take what they want.
The Sahuagin have started to venture onto the land and to harm innocents, attacking those beyond their caves, and the locals have called for our help. We simply could not ignore their calls for aid. The Sahaugin simply will not allow themselves to be taken to be judged by law of our kind, so we must step in and do what we are called to. To keep others safe from harm.
The definition of evil to me can be taken a great many ways, and usually it is the decision of one person who is disagreement with the actions of another. Ultimately through the intent to harm others simply minding their own business. This is what brought us to the coastal caves to begin with. The evil was in their acts, their intent clear. I would have liked to try to communicate with these beings as they seem very interesting and clearly have intelligence as demonstrated by their ability to fight, to take up arms, and to cast their own offensive spells against us. They drew magic and might, instead of allowing us a chance to be more enlightened upon their reasons for their attacks against the people and possibly find a peaceful resolution that benefited both sides. There was simply no communication, only battle cries filling the caves, only screams of death, of falling, thankfully none of our own.
I do not speak their language, but I can imagine they are a race that is protective of their own kind, and that taking their own, will cause repercussions to the people of Center. It will either further drive the Sahuagin away, or it will rally them to attack in greater force in the future. I pray Toran impresses upon them this is a warning, their evil acts will not be tolerated against people trying to simply live peacefully.
Along our journey through the caves we also encountered another usual race that I have never seen before but have learned are called Troglodytes. They are known to be hostile towards humans and other races, which makes me also wonder how it is that the Sahuagin and Troglodytes came to live together within the same caves. They did not appear to camp together, but in the same caves.
Maybe they only tolerate each other because of their common dislike of our kind and simply prefer to cooperate until they fulfilled their obligations to each other. If there is any obligations, perhaps they just choose to ignore each other as well. They did not wish to speak either and only took up arms to try to slay us. Both races are very cunning, using ambushes to try to overwhelm us with their numbers. Thank Toran for sharing his wisdom with Miss Jillian, Master Riley, and William whose training and strength managed to keep us all alive.
It wasn't until deeper still that we managed to find the Leader who was clearly the source who had rallied these two people together for a common goal. I would have been interested in talking to him, but he did not share the same interest as his men attacked us in defensive of their leader, ultimately there was not any left, not one survivor, only the uneasy silence that lingers after screams of death fade.
They don't seem to fade though, they still linger in my ears. They don't stop there, the feeling inside of taking their lives makes me feel sick. Their blood on my hands, the thoughts that what if I have through my own actions, made things worse, trying to do something to help others. How do I live with myself if another does get hurt because I chose to fight? How many more could have been hurt, if I had not made that choice? If we had not made the choice to take up arms in their defense.
I pray Toran will guide me to understanding and wisdom to know what I am doing is what is right, because right now nothing feels quite right. It bothers me how a being can simply choose to harm another, to take what isn't theirs. But the lands are full of such people, dark, evil and tainted hearts, who thrive off of taking what others have earned through hard work, sweat and tears. There was not one thing I liked about this trip. I discovered I do not like taking life, I do not like to hurt others. I do not think I could ever grow used to it. I pray I never do.
But I learned that I also must stand up and do what is right, and make the hard decisions that may make the difference between watching an innocent life taken or allowing evil to thrive and deliberately harm those who are not doing them any harm.
I can not accept that this is the way it has to be, as their surely has to be alternatives. Someone has to take the time to learn more, so that we can speak to each other, and begin to finally understand and prevent needless bloodshed. Maybe it is idealistic and a bit much to hope for, but I have to have hope that our reactions do not have to come in the form of blood being spilt. I know now though that sometimes there will not be a choice, but I have to have hope.
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The common language seemed harder on her ears, much more abrasive and not nearly as lovely as the elven she was learning from SehKy, but she was picking up on it much more quickly than she had been the elven. Images of things were pinned to bookshelves, water kegs, the pantry, cupboards, her bed, the desk, the armoire, which still looked funny, the carpet, and paintings, her basin. Naming them each in common, as well as elven. She supposed that Jilsephonie and Sehky had been sometimes working together to help her learn.
Knowing already what things were made learning easier and when she would stop in front of a piece of parchment she would sound out the word phonetically, and commit it to memory making up a little song about it to make it easier for her to remember, and for her lessons from Jil, she would practice writing new words after sounding them out, and drawing an image of them as well as writing the word again.
Sometimes the lessons started to begin to blend into each other, she had been sitting at her desk what seemed like months, hoping for a knock on the door that would be Deverain coming to see her, but he had been gone for awhile and she was growing to miss him terribly.
She wanted to tell him how she had picked apples for him, and saved them but she didn't want to tell him how they had gone bad and she had to throw them away. She wanted to tell him how she could sound out his name now, and write it, but he was not there to listen. She wanted to sing him silly songs and to inspire him but she had not heard from him. So she started to bury herself into her study of language and music and art. She loved to draw and had a real talent for it, that surprised her. Sometimes she would draw for no reason, and sometimes as part of her lessons with Andrew, and sometimes with Sehky encouraging her to open up her mind to learn the artistry of the elven forms, so she could interpret them in her own way.
Her harp, her piccolo lay on her bed as she fumbled over her lessons, and she frowned at the parchment that lay scattered on the floor of her room, finally sitting her quill down and moving away from her desk. She was tired and she needed something else to do, and that is when she remembered that Miss Jil had been saving some hickory for her to practice with...