The World of Layonara
Character Development => Development Journals and Discussion => Topic started by: Yar Ydnar on October 14, 2011, 09:29:31 AM
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Riley's Resurrection
Riley Alexander awoke, his head pounding, his ribs on fire. Behind him a familiar voice gleefully exclaimed, "See mam's, told ye ee was gonna make it.
Ee's head is too hard." Another voice. This one female. "Praise be the gods then. Nothin to do with ee's head. Ee's watched oer. Like no other I seen.
Fetch papa." Scurrying feet followed by a slamming door and a child yelling for his father fades. Riley feels no danger, no immediacy in his situation,
he feels ...... safe. Steps came closer and the female says. "Alright there Ben, hold still whilst I remove this bandage. Hmmm. Let me ave yer hand. Hold some light pressure there. I need to get some water. Ye are still bleeding. Not much. But enough to stick to the bandage." Soft footsteps away and sound of water being dipped. Soft footsteps back. "Ere let me ave at it. There tis. Close yer eyes whilst I unwrap ye." He could feel the wraps as they came off. With each one the light became brighter and brighter. Even with his eyes tightly shut. Once she finished she could see the wince in his face so she drew the door curtains closed. He felt her hands softly run over his head as if searching for ..... what he didn't know. "Yes..yes. Ye surely ave the gods oer ye. No worse for wear it seems. By all rights ye should be dead. But then ye should ave been dead when that devil horse drug ye in ere. Hold there til papa comes. Ee'll wanna take ee's own look. Keep yer eyes shut. Be dark soon enough. Won't hurt as much when ye open em."
Not long until he heard the child yelling for papa to hurry. That Ben was awake. She called him Ben too. Why? A door opening. Heavier footsteps
coming. "Well there. Ye finally came round. Mam's an me had our doubts." The child inserted "Not me. No.. no.. Not me. I knew ye be round. Didn't
I papa?" "Yes Zachary. Ye naer had doubts. Well Ben. Can ye open them eyes? Slowly now. Test em first." Riley slowly opened one eye. Then the other. It was dark outside. The only light was that of a candle and the soft glow of fireplace embers. He was in a small abode with thatched walls and roof with an earthen floor. Directly across from him was the only door. To his right was a vaguely familiar large stone structure which housed a large fireplace with what seemed to an equally large cooking pot. And what was in the pot was calling to him. Papa saw the look in the eyes and said, "Mams, Ben's back fer sure. An I think ee's ready to sup." Mams returns the remark with a smile that shows relief, "When was ee naer ready to sup. Ee eats all durin the wakin hours. Just appens I got plenty. Just keep em sittin. Ee looks unsteady still." Riley had no idea what came from the pot. He didn't care. He ate and drank his fill. Then a wave of exhaustion fell upon him. He fell asleep in the chair.
Upon awaking the next morning he felt refreshed. Rubbed his eyes and tried to sit up in the cot. Whoa. Not so fast. Still not all there. Take it slow.
"Mams. Ee's awake." Zachary called out. Seems as if the child was his appointed herald. "I can see son. Go feed the chickens so they'll lay. Ben will be fine without ye." "Ahhh mams." "Don't dally boy. Get." A smile came to Riley's face as he watched the young lad hang his head and stomp out the door. He looked across at the fireplace and for the first time started to take in his surroundings. The night's sleep didn't change the abode. Still thatch construction with a large stone fireplace that made up one complete wall. Mams is a short woman. Not thin, but not large. He could see that she was a life hardened no nonsense woman. Kind. But firm. Zachary was a gangly youth, figured 12 or 13, with a smile that showed he was carefree. Doesn't recall much about papa. Oh well. Later. Mams said "Ben, papa found the crutch ye used afore. Said ye might want it. There. -points- The other side of yer cot. But afore ye try it ave some birch tea to clear yer head." Again she called him Ben. This time it wouldn't go unchallenged. After asking why she called him so mams silently gasped and carefully put the tea in Riley's hand and quickly walked out the door.
She was right. The strong tea worked wonders. With every sip the cobwebs cleared from his mind. Soon he hears urgent conversation outside.
Papa, "I told ye that ee might come full round Sara. That day may be nigh." So her name is Sara. Or do I call her mams?
Sara, "It worries me Caleb. Remember when ee was drug in ere. All dressed in armor. It worries me cause I do not know of what ee's truly capable. I do know ee's as strong as our oxen and as elusive as the
wind. It just scares me as to the true nature of em."
Papa, "Sara, it's been three years or more since he came to us and in all that time ee's naer showed any sign different than being who we came to call family. I'll think no different of em n...."
Caleb stopped as he saw Riley stoop to hobble through the door. Caleb.
A round man of average height. His hands calloused from work. A crooked grin. Confident in his opinion and sure in his work. Not human. Half elf was his guess. Yes. Definitely half elf.
Papa, "Well there. Seems that we can't call ye Ben anymore. Not proper now that ye ave come round. So then. What do we call ye."
Riley, "Riley.....Riley Alexander.... But by the sound of the conversation it would seem that I am more in your debt than I could ever repay....And then some. You can still call me Ben. I'll answer. No need to confuse the lad."
It was weeks before Riley regained his strength and coordination. In that time Caleb and Sara told him of the day he arrived. How he was caught in the stirrup of his saddle being dragged about lifeless. His head packed with mud and grass. A fortunate thing as it stopped the bleeding. At first they thought he was dead. And if it weren't for his horse, Pearl, trotting into the oxen corral he might very well be. Caleb and Sara tried for a full day to get him untangled but Pearl would have nothing of it. Finally Sara came up with the idea of feeding Pearl a mild drug she remembered her father using to subdue problem horses while he worked as a smithy. It worked and they pulled Riley from the pen. Armor and all. They took his armor, weapons, and all other possessions and hid them away. Now returned. After many weeks of care by Sara Riley eventually, seemingly, came to his senses but was devoid of all memories. No knowledge of his past or name. As such he became Ben because Zachary said the newcomer, "Been sleepin.", "Been ere forever.", or "Just been in the way." So Ben it became. Caleb and Sara figured one name was as good as the other. Riley knew no different so Ben it stayed. He remained with the family and helped with the farming. Caleb used to get a belly laugh at first because it was plain to see that Ben knew little, if anything, about farming. But Ben was exceptionally smart and good with his hands. The first year he learned. The second year he hauled stones for weeks. Caleb asked what was afoot but Ben kept to himself. Ben knew that the family had to travel to pay respects to a passing family member and would be gone for a few weeks. Ben stayed and kept up the farm. Tore down a thatch wall. Mixed up motor and reconstructed the wall using those many stones. The family returned to a large fireplace rather than a small fire pit in the center of the home. A welcome addition to be sure. Sara was positively giddy.
Caleb always said that Ben "Might come round". They didn't know when, or if, that day would ever happen. Seemed for the longest that it never would. Then near tragedy when Ben fell through the barn roof. Caleb told him he was too heavy. Told him many times. But Ben had been up there often repairing the thatch. He thought this time would be no different. Almost at the top of the pitch the roof completely gave way. Ben plummeted to the floor below striking his head on a fence railing and landing length wise across the anvil. Explains the smarting ribs. He was unconscious for three days. And woke up to a new reality.
Resurrection.
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From the Journal of Riley Alexander.
Been traveling days since I left the farm. The countryside, I guess is familiar. But then much of it here looks the same as somewhere else. Still I must be on the right path. People seem to know my name. Saw someone named Ketlebjorn Svaldi, A powerful dwarf who nearly talked my ear off about people I know I should know. All I could really do was smile and agree.... A lot. Quite a few "I don't know's and I can't remembers" came from me as well. But with all the recognition from the locals I feel I'm on the right path. Aren't I?
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From the Journal of Riley Alexander.
After four days of travel it feels as if I have returned home. Or....At least I think so. Seems I remember this place called Hlint being more of a bustling place. Full of people, shops, and a crafting hall. Hmm. Guess I could be in error. After all it's all a bit sketchy in my mind. Maybe it was somewhere else.
The temple in Fort Llast I remember well. Everything is just as it should be there. Just as I recall. Makes me even more unsure about Hlint.
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From the Journal Of Riley Alexander.
I have been able to recall certain people and places with the help of Keela and Sehky. Ilsarians. I know it's a taboo area in my training but something tells me in my heart that these two are good for me. They are a little to ... let's say .. cozy in public for my liking but still there is something about them I do like. Can't figure it out... yet.
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From the Journal of Riley Alexander.
I met a vision today. Her name is Jillian Stuart. I had known her for all of five seconds and I knew I wanted to spend all of my days with her. No. That's selfish. I wish for her to be happy in all aspects of her life with or, Toran please do not let it be so, without me. She's also a follower of Toran and member of The Shining Hand. A Beacon, I believe, is her stature in the order. I want to spend more time with her...without her sensing that my goal is to spirit her heart away. That will be difficult as she's a well trained paladin as well as undead hunter. Her senses are sharp and I must confess when I'm with her, unless it's girding for battle, my senses are muted.
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From the Journal of Riley Alexander.
During my excursions in the Silkwood Caverns, where I have been keeping the spider population down, I encountered a Dark Elven Archer. Most strange. I didn't proceed further into the cavern. Thought it best to make a report to the authorities.
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From the Journal of Riley Alexander.
I discovered why I like Keela and Sehky so much. I was gathering some things I'd left and by chance I came across a diary penned by Silool Baerath. It was diary about me. About the trials in my life that have led to who I am today.
As it is written I was discovered by a group of adventurers who happened across a band of maurading Ogres which had just attacked our house. Made me an orphan and left me for dead in the rubble they were setting ablaze. This was an extensive group of seven individuals working as one. They were Rodlin Serim, Emerald Skye, Esimon Clearpeak, Kavil Yodin, Dorax Windsmith, Rawkwin Valerius, and Yar Ydnar.
All of these people had a profound effect upon my life. Emerald, Yar, and Dorax taught me the art of the blade along with their own take on life. Emerald taught me humility, Dorax strength, and Yar honor. Rodlin insisted that I respect the tenents of nature. He also had a large bear I rode when he wasn't looking. Esimon, Kavil, and Rawkwin tried to teach me the ways of the weave. But I was not gifted in that way so they settled for me to understand the arts rather than practice them.
But these seven were, after all, adventurers and there were long periods of time when they were not to be found. So the temple priests hired someone who would be about to see to my needs and education in matters not related to the temple. They contracted with Silool Baerath to be my surrogate mother. And she kept this...this wonderful diary.
As I kept reading I came across a passage detailing when the group came back... minus one. Yar had given his last covering the retreat of the others from an onslaught from a large hoard of Bugbears. He rests with the mistress of souls never to return. Silool was worried at how I would take the news. She was prepared to comfort me. To be there for me. But I told not to feel remorse for Yar. He died the nobelests of deaths. His death allowed his friends to live. No. I shed no tears for Yar.
I also came upon a short verse outlining that this work of words was to be mine one day. So that I could keep the memories fresh. Keep them ever living.
Then the diary ended. No indication that it was to do so. It just ended.
Being curious I asked the temple librarian if he knew where I might find Silool. I had many questions to ask. Maybe she could help fill in the gaps in my memory. Yes. She was the perfect choice. Regretably he informed me that she died during the blood wars. I was away. Youthfull exhuberence. A new paladin in training when a Blood raiding party fell upon the fort. She died trying to protect a young child. Had I been there it might have been different. Possibly?
So Silool never got to hear about Kavil's heroic feats that were so pivotal to the outcome of the final battle against Blood and his forces. She never heard about the others and how they heroically moved to another existence or simply retired.
I thanked the librarian and set out to find someplace of beauty to reread the diary and as I did I found I remembered more and more. I remember her lessons of life. I remember her patience and persistance to instill into me the very best qualities of those seven. I remember her quietly telling me that one day love would find me. Not me finding love. That feelings were not to be hidden but explored. Yes. I remember all those things and more. All because of Silool. Silool the Ilsarian. That is why I have a place in my heart for Keela and Sehky.
I held the diary to my breast for a long time. To think she could love me that much to put it all down. For me she did this. Yes. I held the diary to my breast for a long time. For almost as long as I wept.
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From the Journal of Riley Alexander.
Came upon a young bard today named Melodious Widgeweaver who was being attacked by bone bats near the campfire in the Glade. She was handling heself quite well but it soon became apparent that these bats were not going to stop coming so I helped her. Those dastardly things came in three more waves after that. I've heard rumors of the increased instances of the undead throughout the land but this is the first I've encountered them away from any crypt. Very curious indeed.
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From the Journal of Riley Alexander.
I was with Jillian again today. There were others in our party but my focus is with her. I think she's taken a liking to me. She whispers to me. Actually whispers words that are meant only for my ears. The words are not...romantic in nature .... but they are personal. And they are for me. I have to wonder why she has had such trouble with men. Or at least she claims to have rotten luck with them. Case in point she whispered to me that a member of our party, Daniel, out right told her that she was the second best female he's ever seen. What a dolt I thought and I must have said it under my breath because she chuckled at the remark. I figured the dice had been rolled so I whispered back his loss is my gain. I thought I saw a faint smile at that. Or was I imagining things? The rest of the trip was uneventful except for when I tripped and fell into her after we exited the caves and knocked her down. By Toran it was an accident. I would never be so blatant to try such a school boy prank. But I'm sure everyone in attendance thought it was just that. A boyish prank. I could not say I was sorry enough times. I must have turned a dozen shades of red. I fell I was positively glowing with embarassment. As I helped her up I saw in her eyes that she was .... flattered I guess is the word.... that someone would go to such lengths to make an impression on her. Is that good? I don't know but I must be carefull never to do it again. She is worthy of so much more than a boyish prank. Even if it was an honest to goodness accident.
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From the Journal of Riley Alexander.
Again the Dark Elves in the Silkwood caverns! I had just made it to the final set of chambers and had just set myself to pray and heal ere continuing when a Dark Warrior emerged from the small passage between the levels. He past me by and stopped in his tracks. No attempt at violence he just stood there. I hailed him twice with out reply. And when he left he calmly walked away. Almost as if inviting me to join him. It was an invitation I declined and hastened to return to the surface. I surmize that my leaving was objected to because I was beset upon by three warriors and a pet hunter spider on the way out. Luckily I was fully prepared with prayer and dispatched them all. But I cannot help but wonder if it was, or is, a trap they have prepared in the lower caverns. I must make a report so everyone knows.
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From the Journal of Riley Alexander.
I asked Jillian today if it was okay that we got to know each other ... socially.. I mean I wanted to get to know her better... socially. Properly.
I don't know what I'm saying. I'm not sure she knows what I'm saying either. She didn't look put off. Maybe a bit confused by the words I used. But in the end we both agreed to see each other. But would have to wait until after her Shinning Hand mission. I don't want her distracted. So we will wait until that is over.
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From the Journal of Riley Alexander.
Accompanied Jillian on her Shining Hand mission. Quite interesting. She is very good at what she does. No scratch that. She's superb at what she does. Not sure if I could do it. And I'm having doubts about if I should go on future missions with her. I finished this one because I promised her I would be there. But even though I do not believe in my heart that my presence would prevent her from making good decisions. Seeing her in such danger and loving it makes me think I couldn't make good decisions. And I'm fearfull that my bad action, or inaction, could lead to her undoing. For still my senses seem muted while in her presence.
This was brought to the my attention while I was guarding an Acolyte that practiced the arts of necromancy and ... Blood Magic... The idea that some fool could still be dabbling in blood magic makes my blood boil. But in such a case I would do the proper thing. Which would be keeping calm foremost and not engaging the prisoner in verbal sparing. There are others far more suited than I for such matters. But I failed in that regard. I failed in front of her. When that.. creature, even now it makes me frantic, threatened to use Jillian as a lustful toy and force me to watch... even now.. I lost my temper and threatened to part his head from the rest of his body. I don't do such things, Especially when those who are making such statements are securely bound and lying at my feet. But in this case I would have willingly done just that. But I did not and Beacon Jared took the Acolyte of to face truth. He was to return but did not so we, Jillian, Richard Watchman , and myself set out to find them along the trail. While doing so we were beset upon by numerous waves of undead. Easy enough to dispatch but in following from where they came we found scenes of a recent battle. Swords strewn about, and blood. Lot's of blood and a blood trail. These undead do not cover thier tracks well at all.
The blood trail led to a large rock covering an opening in the hill side. Jillian and I together could barely budge it but Richard saved the day with a spell that forced to rock to one side just enough for us to squeeze through. I counseled for rest but Jillian wanted to press on. So we did. We came upon a large unoccupied chamber that had one hallway leading away. In that hallway were monk like desciples of the blood order in residence. Again they were easy enough to dispatch but after that I felt drained and required rest. Jillian seemed unaffected. Her spirit thrives on the demise of the undead and because of the previous battles she was still ready to proceed. But she saw that I was in need so she relented and we retreated to the outside and there I rested. Not sure if Jillain and Richard did. Upon reentry to the chamber we again found the hallway guarded and once again we dispatched the guards without problem. From room to room we searched and we found that same Acolyte prancing about in a room accompanied by four desciples. The center of the room had a portal. To where we do not know. Short, pointless, conversation ensued and Jillian sprang to the attack after the beast ordered his desciples to kill us. She was out for him while Richard and I were to handle the others. Not enirely successful. Richard ran for his life and kept one of them occupied in the chase and three came to my blade. Jillian thought I was in danger so she broke off the attack ane came to assist me. In doing so it gave the beast the opportunity to rush to the portal and disappear. Was that a judgement made by her because of her feelings toward me? I'll never know because I'll never ask. I do not ever want her to second guess her judgement in such matters and such a question, MAY, may mind you, cause such a thing to happen.
We inspected the rest of the chambers and found Captain Richards, Beacon Jared and four other Shinning Hand members. The Captain was displayed upon a cross, obviously tortured and long dead. Jared was at deaths door as he lie on the floor and the others were being held in cages. While Jillian and I attended to Jared Richard managed to unlock the cages to free the others. I gave each a ration of food and water. Jillian reached into her pack and started to pass out longswords. I hadn't noticed that she had collected them at the battle scene. Thankfully they were not required as the trip out of the chambers and back to Mariners Hold was uneventful. I've heard rumors that Jillian may be promoted to fill the vacant Captains position. I can't help but wonder if my insistence on resting was the time required to do the job on the Captain. I'll never know. My examination of his wounds revealed they were old, not fresh. But I shall never know.
Yes. I need to think very hard before accompanying her on future missions. Loath as I am to make such a statement I feel it may be the best course of action for her. I don't know. Toran help me.
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From the Journal of Riley Alexander.
Sehky gave me an ornate ring to give to Jillian. It was one she had purchased through the guild and since I would probably see her first I could pass it on. So I placed it into the bank for safe keeping and I did see her a short time later. I asked her to join me in the bank and, just perhaps, I made too much of a fuss during the presentation of the ring. My intent was to just give her the ring. That was all. She knew that, at least I thought she did, it was the ring she purchased. But when I gave it to her she asked me, ohh something about what it symbolized to me and to us. Rather than answer in a completely sane way. I had to intimate that if I had my way it would be a ring securing our lives together. That I would intend it to be an engagement ring. RIGHT THERE IN THE BANK!! I did this. Then I compounded the issue by asking her to marry me. RIGHT THERE IN THE BANK! What the blazes am I doing? It would seem that at every turn I'm clumsily driving her away when I should be patiently stealing her heart. Fortuneately one much wiser that I came to my aide. And that one much wiser is Jillian. She saved me inspite of myself. So rather than a massive disaster, it turned out to be a minor bump in the road. All thanks to Jillian. I have said that my senses are muted while in her presence but in this case they had left me completely. Thank you M'lady for saving me from myself.
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From the Journal of Riley Alexander.
Things have been going well with Jillian. At least I have not approached the shear stupidity I had in the bank. We occasionally hold hands. She's kissed me on the cheek. Once now. Maybe twice. My approach toward her in the presence of company has always been proper in all respects. Well not really. There are times that I have had , purposefull, body contact as I pass by. Contact such as, softly brushing against her forearm and such. Once I went so far as to kiss her hand in public. Truth be told in private it's not much different. After all we are just starting. But something is missing, I know not what it might be. Yes. Something is definitely missing.
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From the Journal of Riley Alexander.
She. She said yes. I can hardley believe it. Maybe it was the circumstance of us having a bad experience together that resulted in a trip to the bindstone. Maybe it was just the setting. I can say it WASN'T THE BANK. It was on a small hill just outside Center. Very peaceful. We were just talking and somehow the conversation came full circle to how it WASN'T THE BANK. There was a slight pause and I just asked her. I can't remember the words. They just came out. At first I thought I had done it again and hoped that Jillian's good sense would save me again. But... She smiled , confidently, and said yes.
You could have knocked me over with a feather. Honestly I do believe you still can.
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From the Journal of Riley Alexander.
Jillian asked me if it were fine with me that, after we are married, we could live in the house she lives in now. I told her yes. And she was so happy. She has many ties to that place. The Commander, the students, and I'm sure there are other attachments. She took me there after a training session with two of her wards. She is obviously proud of what that house has become. And I do believe prouder yet of what it represents. But as she was showing me around her private quarters I became uncomfortable. No idea why. All she had showed me was the pantry, the storage area and the common room. I asked her, no... I told her that I needed to leave. That it wasn't proper for me to be there. She reluctantly stopped her tour and asked me two simple, yet telling questions. Why is it that we can sleep side by side in the field and I feel no breach of decorum? But when she shows her private quarters, which hadn't included the sleeping quarters, I feel compelled to leave because of that same decorum? I ... I had, and have, no answer. She deserves an answer. Yet I have none.
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From the Journal of Riley Alexander.
The events from earlier in the day weigh heavily upon me. It's obvious she was, and is still, upset about my actions in her house. And I can't blame her. After reflection I have come to the inescapable conclusion that I am a fool. Only this time I will have to be my own savior. Jillian can't do it. She's probably tired of doing it. It falls upon me alone to set this right.
We were both in Center at the Craft Hall. I was turing iron into spikes and she was in the back doing... Who knows what? Any way I had fininshed the iron and remembered that she also had some in her pack so I went to retrieve it. And I found them. Jillian and Keela. Jillian was modeling a dress while Keela worked on the fit. It was... well I don't know. To see her adorned as such, not in armor or in her armor padding. I've seen her in a very nice dress before. But this was ... alluring? I don't know. All I know is that I still have to force my eyes together to close them because they were opened so wide when I saw her.
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From the Journal of Riley Alexander.
I did it. I finally...and with passion, kissed the woman I love. Ohh. Not to say that it all went well. At first I was digging my own personal hole deeper. We were gathered to escort two others into Haven mines and suddenly I felt the need to talk to her. In private. She obliged and the next thing I know is that I'm holding her whispering to her that I wanted to kiss her and asking permission to do so. How utterly embarassing. Once again I choose the inappropriate time. And to hide away at the back of a house. Please. I guess the good things I did were tell her my fears and then made a promise. I was afraid I was pushing her away because of my misplaced need to be that proper knight at all times. It was foolish and I would play that fool no more. That behavior has it's place but when are alone I have to be the man she needs me to be. Not the knight. The promise was to kiss her for the first time in a setting that was romantic. And that time would be soon. So... After we returned successfully from the mines I excused myself and told her I would be awaiting her near the pool atop the rise in Haven. There I chanced upon a rose and I picked it and waited. When her business was completed she joined me and I gave her the rose. Took her into my arms and kissed her. Passionately. At that instant I knew we would be okay. I felt the tension within her melt away. And I told her once again that I was not afraid to be the man she needed me to be. Why did I wait so long? I think I said in a earlier entry that something was missing. Well no more.
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We made the trip to Huangjin to tell her parents. It was my decision and I wouldn't take no for an answer. So away we went. I was a wreck on the ship. Can't say I was nervous. Confused is more like it. Kept going over my talk with her father. But nothing seemed to work. Jillian tried to settle me but I was beyond hope. So after sundown she retired to her quarters and left me to my own. I talked to myself, to the sailors on watch and even the passing seagulls but nothing. Then the ship's Captain came to me and gave me some advice. Quit thinking about it. He was right. It seems that during the course of the night I told anyone who would listen, and even those who would not, about Jillian. The Captain knew that if I could be that at ease with complete strangers with regard to my feelings for her, then I certainly could with the family that I was sure to accept me. He was right. I was thinking too much.
Wow!! Everyone was at Jillians parents house. It would seem that that was the day of the unveiling of Jillians newest niece. Her baby sister had recently given birth and today the baby was to be introduced to the rest of the family.
Jillian's mom and other sister were busy decorating the room for the arrival and positively erupted with joy when she saw us. As usual she was a flurry of questions and comments and eventually sent me out back to where the men had gathered while Jillian stayed there to help decorate.
While out back the conversation came round to how lucky it was that Jillian had gotten the word about the day's events. Her father quickly stated that no word was sent as he never knew where she might be. So he asked me why, or how, it was that we happened to be there on that day. I told him that indeed it was a happy coincidence that we were there and that I was there for another purpose. Caleb, I believe, the new father, interupted and said that it was as plain as the nose on my face. I was there to ask for permission to marry Jillian. Her father asked me if that was true. I said yes and it was then that time seemed to halt. The very air itself refused to move. He steped up to me and almost demanded I continue on and ask. I must have looked past him at the others and he immediately said that they were familly and to carry on. I did just that. I gathered myself and told him of my feelings for Jillian and her feelings for me. That I'd already asked her and she had said yes. That being the case I couldn't go on with the marriage until her family had been properly informed and asked. Again after, seemingly, an eternity he practically jumped for joy. I could breath again. But he did insist that we toast the event with this ... brew.... he called Liquid Ambrosia. Burns going down. But the aroma and the enticement to my senses after the burn was worth the pain. What pain? I asked. She said yes. And now they have as well. I'm in bliss. What is this pain?
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Been awhile since my last entry and rather than recount all tha has happened I'll just quickly go through some of the highlights But once that has been done, a tragedy today. One that involves death and the future of two young students of Jillian that I must record in full.
First the summary - Jillian and I are blessed to be together. Although our alone time is fleeting I have determined that any time with her is fullfilling. We have always known that we work well together but now that we are together more we find that we anticipate each others actions and can act to support each other without prompting. There is one small thing I wish she would do for me however. Learn to D..U..C..K. . Especially when fighting the undead. She is so engaged that she relishes the strikes she receives from them. She seems to gain power from it. But I really wish she could learn to avoid some of those. Maybe it's her armor. It's Drugar. Very good armor. But it has no ability to absorb some of the taken blow. I shall get her some addy and see if that helps. If not she still has the other. As to our time together, it's rarely alone time. Not that I need alone time to bask in her presence. But it would be nice to sit and talk about.... well just talk. Her time and my time is in such high demand from others. Ha! I never knew I could be that popular. Come to think of it I wasn't until I met her. Anyway. We are the type that can't say no to others. It is said that we reap what we sow. If that's true then my crop is abundant.
Now to the events of the day. One of Jillian's students, William, parents and siblings, save one, were murdered today in Fort Llast. Sir Lance gathered a quick party together and we met at the house where the deed took place. The father was downstairs. Nearly beheaded. Blood was everywhere. I went upstairs to find the mother and three children dead. Only one the Soul Mother had yet to take, John, so he was resurected. I also discovered William and Mari in the mothers room. I remember William from a training session that Jillian invited me to in the Mistone Caves. There I witnesed watched has he made his way through training. Now I meet him there, in his mothers room, blood everywhere. I examined her and checked the severity of her wounds. She had been .... even now it pains me... personally brutilized and finally her throat slit. I tried to raise her with a scroll but to no avail. I went down to report to Sir Lance my findings with the two youngsters in tow. We had to remove them from the house. So much blood. So much pain.
Outside Lance arranged for the bodies to be cared for and talked to William and Mari. I had found out later that William and Mari had discovered the carnage and made the initial report. I asked Juanita and the Lieutenant if they had seen, or heard, anything out of the ordinary. They hadn't. It was then that WIlliam said he had a bad feeling about some people that his father had hired to do some work about the house. Nothing specific. Just a feeling. Then Micus came up with a blood trail and he and Lance tracked it outside the Fort to an encampment filled with bandits and other nefarious persons. One was sporting fresh wounds. Sir Lance was challenged by a hafling. Lance was cordial, non threatening and open in his conversations with the hafling. Yet the hafling was rude and utterly obnoxious towards Lance. I stepped down to join Lance and stated that I saw that one of the men in the camp was wounded and perhaps we could help. By then the hafling had, what he'd thought, was sufficient back up and ordered us away again. I flatly stated that not until I examined the wounded man. It was then that the fools attacked. Wasn't but a moment and they were strewn about the ground dead. Foolish waste of life. They would have lived had they not attacked. To be sure they would have been taken into custody. Yet they would have lived that day.
That business done we put our weapons away and approached two men by the tents. As we approached I sensed William fighting the urge to take a life. His inner battle was immense. I focused on him as well as the task at hand. Sir Lance asked a few questions regarding their presence and purpose. One man, who I assumed to be the leader, said they were there to hunt deer. But he was the same man who said, after we dispatched his henchmen, that he would now have to hire another crew. You don't hire thieves and highwaymen to hunt deer. You hire hunters. And supposedly the wound the other man was sporting was from a deer. After Lance had some time to ask a few questions we were again attacked. Seems that some were left hiding in the tents. As we were unarmed, or so they thought, they asumed they had the upper hand. What they failed to realize is that Lance and I are never unarmed. Even when sporting no weapon in hand. As such these few foolish persons died needlessly. Still this left the two men we had been talking to unmoved. It was then that I felt Williams rage and his battle to subdue it almost get the better of him. He had controlled it that time. But what about the next. I was not about to let it get to the next time. So I told Lance that I grew weary of this and swiftly put the wounded man on his back, ripped off his boot and tossed it to a member of our party to check it for blood and to see if it fit the size of the track we'd been following. When I moved into action it took everyone by surprize. I should say everyone, except for Lance. I think he knew what I was going to do before I knew. The instant I moved he moved and the leader had no chance. Lance had him trust up in no time. All the man could do was curse and spit. Both tried to present blades against us but they were of no concern and easily negated. Anyway, while I had this... vermin... on his back I had the opportunity to examine his wounds closely. Deer wounds my eye. These wounds were caused by a small blade of some sort. A paring knife or possibly a standard table knife. The man swore at me and spat in my face a couple of times. Even had the fortitude to threaten me. Told me he would remember me. At that I laughed and told him to take a good look at me. That I was not hard to find. But also to be warned. That those who have came looking for me under such circumstances never came looking again. All this time I'd been focusing on young William and I sensed that his anger, although not gone, had reduced from a boil to a simmer. Lance instructed me to make both men ready for transport so I trust up the wounded man and placed both of them into a cart and hooked up the oxen. Mari had been searching the tents and found a bag containing a significant amount of true within as well as some bloody knives. We took the men back to Fort Llast and turned them over to the authorites no worse for wear.
But that was not it. William had said something about a new construction site and that his father had issues. What kind of issues we don't know. Yet we went to investigate. A cursory investigation led us to a weapons shop near the site. Inside was the owner and a guard. Very rare to see a guard as it didn't look like they did brisk, daytime, business. I engaged the owner in conversation as to whether he had.. exoctic's, that might be for sale. He said no but that he could get some. Just needed to know what type. I then asked about the guard and he gave some answer relating to weapons and security. It was then that Mari called my attention to a long sword. While looking at it the owner exclaimed he did, infact, have an exotic weapon out back. I asked him to bring it here... in front... so that I could look at it. He disappeared through the door and we heard him, trying, to ride away. I say trying, because Lance, once again had anticipated this and had stopped him before he had gotten far. Had him off his horse and face down in the road. My what instincts Lance has. We got him up to his knees facing Lance and then it happened. He admitted to everything. Was going on and on about how he had killed Williams father. It was then that I sensed the boil again so I quietly moved between William and him. He was about to say something else when I put my boot against his chest and shoved him over onto his back. I felt William move. But he regained control. Still the fool would not shut up. Then he said it. He asked William if he wanted to know what his mother had said before he killed her. This I would not allow. William's rage was so intense that I'm amazed he reatained any control at all. Yet I could not let it go further. So I came down on the mans chest with all my weight and force behind one knee. He gasped and passed out but for good measure I stuffed a rag in his mouth and secured it firmly with another tied around his head. Almost immediately I felt the rage within William turn into surprize, and then relief. We loaded up the man on his horse and took him into Fort Llast to the authorities. Seems that there was a weapons theft ring working in the shop we had visited. His stock was actually stolen. Any special orders were stolen items as well. It appears that Williams father got wind of this and was going to inform the authorites. They killed him before he could.
All through this I had been focussing on William, but once we were back into the Fort I noticed that I was getting ... awkward glances from Mari. I hope she thinks this is not something I do as a matter of routine. Normally I would take the verbal abuses from men such as these as they really mean nothing to me. But in this case William needed something to break the rage within him. I did these things to do that . To confront him by confronting his mental state through impersonal action. In this case those actions taken against those that did this vicious crime against his family. In the end justice was served by those assigned by society and not at the point of my, or William's, sword I hope she sees the true intent in my actions.
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Dissention in the desert:
I really don't know how to start this. So many people. So many parts. It should have a beginning but I don't have a clue in my muddled mind on where that should be. *sighs* I'll just start writing and let come what may. I guess the big picture first. We, Sehky, Keela, Gel, and I, discovered some strange artifacts in the desert and soon after a significant increase in the undead throughout the area. Come to think of it there has been an increase in reports of undead throughout the realm. Anyway we came to find two items in the desert. I took a whip from a fallen mummy. Not sure where Gel found the sensor. Soon after finding these artifacts we were visited by a talking bone bat who said his master was an all powerfull lich. One that controlled the undead. And when I say controlled I mean he reigned them in and wouldn't let them wander the land. Sounds like very strange behavior for a lich. Anyway this bat creature said that his master kept the undead from wandering through the use of a whip, which I still have, and a book. Which we didn't have. Sehky asked the creature about this book and the bat said something regarding grave robbers and then something about a Dark Elf Mistress and a half man with a tattoo on his face. That's all he knew, or claimed to know. If we found them we would find the book. Stood to reason that these robbers would have left the desert and since the tent village nearby was a Hafling settlement we decided to go there first. On the way out of the desert we discovered the body of a Dark Elf Mistress. She had been shot with powerfull shock arrows. The bone bat was fluttering overhead yelling out she's the one, she's the one. Seems we were now just looking for a tattooed hafling.
Upon entering the village there was a commotion near the pawners tent. Seems that this "tattooed Hafling" named Bram was vomiting asps. Literally puking up snakes. Seems this book is cursed. Well always being the profitier Bram was more worried about how much gold he would get for this book than disgorging a belly full of snakes in his bed while he slept. Eventually we came to an agreement whereby I would give him some fish and Gel would remove the curse for the book. He'd had enough of the asps by that time and was famished so he readilly took the deal. He gave the book to Sehky. Now we had all the pieces to give the lich. We had yet to decide if we would actually give them to him. The journey must be made first. Then we would decide.
We gathered a group of talented individuals well versed in adventuring. Casters, singers, fighters. We had all types and manor of persons. I'd sent word to Jillian to hurry and join us. But when we started out she had yet to arrive. She did arrive shortley after we entered the desert and was delayed by a flying, I guess lion, with riddles. I left the riddle telling to others whether or not it was important to us I know not. I was making my way back to Jillian as I felt her presence. And I was not going to let her wander the landscape alone. Once the riddling was done we proceeded and along the way we encountered the usual dangers the desert presents and the unusual. Portals everywhere were opening and fire creatures pouring through. We dispatched those that came and closed each portal in turn. It seemed that round every corner there were mummies. This continued until we came to a citadel, of sorts, where the writings on the walls indicated that inside was a mummified immortal king. This is where Jillian was in her element. She knew everything about the king and all required to put him to rest. We needed his organs to place back into his body. Once that was done he would be mortal again and could be dispatche to the next plane of existence. Where these items we carried his organs? Seemed unlikely. While the group was contemplating whether or not the whip, book, and sensor cold be the kings organs William went into a deep trance and saw a possible horrendous future. One that had an immense portal opening and thousands upon thousands fire creatures passing through to claim a new world. He also said that time was a commdity we did not have. We had to move and move now lest we miss the opportunity outright stop this invasion. So we entered the citadel and again at every turn there were mummies and constructs. We discovered three alters. The first was sacrificial in nature. While inspecting it a vampire materialized and was immediately struck down. It carried on it's person one of the canopic jars containing a portion of the mummified king's organs. But where to next? The only exit was the entrance so we set about looking for some secret passage or door. While doing so we were attached by a small squad of Dark Elves. This lends more weight to the possibility of Dark Elves being at the heart of the matter. That being said we did not encounter any more. Meanwhile one of our party discovered a false wall, of sorts, and Jillian and I produced our picks and commenced picking our way through. It didn't take long and we had made an opening large enough for entry. There we found the second alter. The inscription indicated that an offering of, the best, gems would please the watchers. So looking about we could not help but notice that there wer four mithril statues, one on each corner, looking to the alter in the center of the room. Lady Breanna had some fine diamonds so we placed one in each of th estatues hands and the room slightly shook and the the alter moved aside revealing another canopic jar and other items. The voices bellowed from the statues that the offering was accepted and that all the items were for the taking. Jillian took the jar. Not sure who took the rest. It was then that a portal opened. Was this the way forward? I suggested that we enter but others said we should ascertain it's purpose first. William muttered something about hesitation and loosing and stepped throug hto the astonishment of many. I followed close behind. The others followed in kind. Some not liking the idea but yet they came through. Here was an alter and a sarcophagus. There was a noise coming from inside the sarcophagus like someone, or something, scratching to get out. We were leary of what was inside but we were there to release the king and if necessary make him mortal to kill him. So we did. At first we were ready to attack. Which would have been foolish because he is immortal and to do so would have been the death of all of us. He raved on and on about the curse of immortality and how he wanted it to end. But he needed his organs. All we had was his brain and spleen. We didn't have his heart. His heart was being held by another. This ... being... was the cause of all the recent undead in the desert and was amasing an unprecidented army of fire beings to invade. We needed a champion. Someone to face this thing in mortal combat. If that champion won then he, or she, would take the heart and allow the king to finally die. But more importantly stop the invasion and the harness the undead. It had to be me. Not that I'm a champion, but, it had to be me. All of th eparty girded me for battle. The king himself gave me aid in the form of the power of ice for my blade. When it was time and I could not be more ready he sent me on my way. The others came too. But could only watch. Any aid on their part during the battle would have voided the contract and doomed us. I had to defeat this creature. But I wasn't alone. I had the blessings of many, the power of Toran, and most importantly the love of Jillian. Yes I was ready. He appeared. Arrogant. Cocky. He asked me if I as ready to defend a world. I asked him if he was ready to loose one. With that he launched himself at me and a flurry of blows ensued. He was fast but my shield was equal to the task. My blade found the mark over and over again. He healed and I healed. The flurry continued but then I heard, and felt, him cry in pain. Not long after I struck the final blow and vanquished him forever. The instant he died the floating rock we fought upon began to fall. Molten balls of fire falling everywhere. I quickly picked up the jar containing the heart and we all were transported back to the kings chamber. Everyone was elated. I was, and still am, exhausted. So the final piece was in hand. I placed the jar before the king and true to his word and wishes he inserted all the organs and faded to dust. He is no more. But before he went he set in motion that we all be transported to Center. So he died and poof! We are now here. Just as if it were a dream.. A dream I'll not look forward to again.
That is the story in a nutshell. To be sure there are more details that can be, and probably should be, included. But those details do not interest me. My dilema is .... is the conduct of myself and the three people I hold nearest my heart. Jillian, whom I shall always love. No matter the circumstance. Sehky. My love for him as a brother is without question. I shall always standby him as I value his judgement and experience. And then there is Keela. The little sister I never had. Her devotion to Sehky ad her ability bring people together is an art. One that I admire. I know that Keela has years of lifes experience over me. And that she will walk her path long after I'm gone from a ripe old age. But she is my little sister. And I love her as such.
To see all three engaged in turmoil against one another. Words spoken that may never be recalled. May never be forgotten. I can only pray that those words are placed in proper situational context. That they all see them for what they were. And to let them pass. For it to be otherwise would devistate me.
You see. They were both right.
Jillian was right for giving voice to the fact that we, seemingly, were going to assist a lich. I'm sure many others had the same question. Jillian just asked it. It's instilled into her to fight and win over such creatures. To have it any other way is contrary to her training and her beliefs. I understand and respect that. I love her for that and so much more. Maybe....in my own blundering way I made it worse for her by siding with Sehky. I admit I could have done better. But Jillian should never be ignored. She should never be used. She should always be Jillian. Yet. Jillian was right.
Sehky was right. We had no other course of action open to us. As it was if we had delayed, as some suggested to get these items in our possession inspected, we would now be in a sea of firery death. He had not stated that we would hand these over to the lich without first making sure at every turn that it would be the right thing to do. He never said that we would just hand them over. We had to make that journey. And it didn't help my cause with Sehky when I sided with Jillian after he told her she could leave. The fact that I stated outright to the group our overall intentions regarding the journey. To decide our course of action once we got there. And lastly, and most firmly, announce that under no circumstance would I allow Jillian to wander back through the desert alone. I was going forward. And she was coming with me. Yet. Sehky was right.
Keela was right. She defended Sehky against the verbal barrage. And not just from Jillian. And there were times when I sensed animosity between Sehky and her. That should never be. That's not my little sister. Yet she was right. And like Jillian she should never be ignored. She should never be used. She should always be Keela. Yet. She was right.
And then there is me. I admitted earlier that I could have, should have, done things better.
My interaction with Jillian was late. I tried to lend support to her questioning of this venture but I failed on so many counts. Was it because I was one of the planners of this mission? Or was it because, like her, I can be head strong. My path was set and nothing was going to deter me. I don't know. All I know is that I need seasoning in this area. I need to get better. I know this isn't true. I know it in deepest parts of my being. But it seemed as if Jillian didn't trust me in this matter. I told her the plan. Please trust me to act accordingly. Ohh. After it was done it was all water under the bridge. But still. Please trust me to do the right thing.
With Sehky I'm rather confident I did the right thing by him. He wanted me to take the leadership of the group. I declined. Could I have? Yes. I can lead. Done it many times. I'm sure I will lead again in the future. But I have every confidence in Sehky's leadership. He should have the same. And it bothers me that he, seemingly, doesn't have the faith in my trust in him. If it were otherwise I would have taken the leadership. But it wasn't necessary. Additionally I would not have let him pass that mantle to anyone else either. He knows how to lead. He just needs to believe in himself. Just as I beleive in him.
Keela. I have no issues with Keela. She, as always, was just Keela. Steady to the core. How could anyone have issues with Keela?
Having said all this. I still worry. My love for Jillian is, and will forever be, unfaltering. My love for Sehky and Keela moves in different circles. None the less it's there and earnest. I must find someway to reconcile their differences. And as I've already written. For it to be otherwise would devistate me. - Riley finally succombs to exhaustion and falls asleep. The ink from his quill forever staining the pages in his journal -
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Dissention in the desert:
I really don't know how to start this. So many people. So many parts. It should have a beginning but I don't have a clue in my muddled mind on where that should be. *sighs* I'll just start writing and let come what may. I guess the big picture first. We, Sehky, Keela, Gel, and I, discovered some strange artifacts in the desert and soon after a significant increase in the undead throughout the area. Come to think of it there has been an increase in reports of undead throughout the realm. Anyway we came to find two items in the desert. I took a whip from a fallen mummy. Not sure where Gel found the sensor. Soon after finding these artifacts we were visited by a talking bone bat who said his master was an all powerfull lich. One that controlled the undead. And when I say controlled I mean he reigned them in and wouldn't let them wander the land. Sounds like very strange behavior for a lich. Anyway this bat creature said that his master kept the undead from wandering through the use of a whip, which I still have, and a book. Which we didn't have. Sehky asked the creature about this book and the bat said something regarding grave robbers and then something about a Dark Elf Mistress and a half man with a tattoo on his face. That's all he knew, or claimed to know. If we found them we would find the book. Stood to reason that these robbers would have left the desert and since the tent village nearby was a Hafling settlement we decided to go there first. On the way out of the desert we discovered the body of a Dark Elf Mistress. She had been shot with powerfull shock arrows. The bone bat was fluttering overhead yelling out she's the one, she's the one. Seems we were now just looking for a tattooed hafling.
Upon entering the village there was a commotion near the pawners tent. Seems that this "tattooed Hafling" named Bram was vomiting asps. Literally puking up snakes. Seems this book is cursed. Well always being the profitier Bram was more worried about how much gold he would get for this book than disgorging a belly full of snakes in his bed while he slept. Eventually we came to an agreement whereby I would give him some fish and Gel would remove the curse for the book. He'd had enough of the asps by that time and was famished so he readilly took the deal. He gave the book to Sehky. Now we had all the pieces to give the lich. We had yet to decide if we would actually give them to him. The journey must be made first. Then we would decide.
We gathered a group of talented individuals well versed in adventuring. Casters, singers, fighters. We had all types and manor of persons. I'd sent word to Jillian to hurry and join us. But when we started out she had yet to arrive. She did arrive shortley after we entered the desert and was delayed by a flying, I guess lion, with riddles. I left the riddle telling to others whether or not it was important to us I know not. I was making my way back to Jillian as I felt her presence. And I was not going to let her wander the landscape alone. Once the riddling was done we proceeded and along the way we encountered the usual dangers the desert presents and the unusual. Portals everywhere were opening and fire creatures pouring through. We dispatched those that came and closed each portal in turn. It seemed that round every corner there were mummies. This continued until we came to a citadel, of sorts, where the writings on the walls indicated that inside was a mummified immortal king. This is where Jillian was in her element. She knew everything about the king and all required to put him to rest. We needed his organs to place back into his body. Once that was done he would be mortal again and could be dispatched to the next plane of existence. Where these items we carried his organs? Seemed unlikely. While the group was contemplating whether or not the whip, book, and sensor cold be the kings organs William went into a deep trance and saw a possible horrendous future. One that had an immense portal opening and thousands upon thousands fire creatures passing through to claim a new world. He also said that time was a commodity we did not have. We had to move and move now lest we miss the opportunity outright stop this invasion. So we entered the citadel and again at every turn there were mummies and constructs. We discovered three alters. The first was sacrificial in nature. While inspecting it a vampire materialized and was immediately struck down. It carried on it's person one of the canopic jars containing a portion of the mummified king's organs. But where to next? The only exit was the entrance so we set about looking for some secret passage or door. While doing so we were attached by a small squad of Dark Elves. This lends more weight to the possibility of Dark Elves being at the heart of the matter. That being said we did not encounter any more. Meanwhile one of our party discovered a false wall, of sorts, and Jillian and I produced our picks and commenced picking our way through. It didn't take long and we had made an opening large enough for entry. There we found the second alter. The inscription indicated that an offering of, the best, gems would please the watchers. So looking about we could not help but notice that there were four mithril statues, one on each corner, looking to the alter in the center of the room. Lady Breanna had some fine diamonds so we placed one in each of the statues hands and the room slightly shook and the the alter moved aside revealing another canopic jar and other items. The voices bellowed from the statues that the offering was accepted and that all the items were for the taking. Jillian took the jar. Not sure who took the rest. It was then that a portal opened. Was this the way forward? I suggested that we enter but others said we should ascertain it's purpose first. William muttered something about hesitation and loosing and stepped through to the astonishment of many. I followed close behind. The others followed in kind. Some not liking the idea but yet they came through. Here was an alter and a sarcophagus. There was a noise coming from inside the sarcophagus like someone, or something, scratching to get out. We were leary of what was inside but we were there to release the king and if necessary make him mortal to kill him. So we did. At first we were ready to attack. Which would have been foolish because he is immortal and to do so would have been the death of all of us. He raved on and on about the curse of immortality and how he wanted it to end. But he needed his organs. All we had was his brain and spleen. We didn't have his heart. His heart was being held by another. This ... being... was the cause of all the recent undead in the desert and was amassing an unprecidented army of fire beings to invade. We needed a champion. Someone to face this thing in mortal combat. If that champion won then he, or she, would take the heart and allow the king to finally die. But more importantly stop the invasion and the harness the undead. It had to be me. Not that I'm a champion, but, it had to be me. All of the party girded me for battle. The king himself gave me aid in the form of the power of ice for my blade. When it was time and I could not be more ready he sent me on my way. The others came too. But could only watch. Any aid on their part during the battle would have voided the contract and doomed us. I had to defeat this creature. But I wasn't alone. I had the blessings of many, the power of Toran, and most importantly the love of Jillian. Yes I was ready. He appeared. Arrogant. Cocky. He asked me if I as ready to defend a world. I asked him if he was ready to loose one. With that he launched himself at me and a flurry of blows ensued. He was fast but my shield was equal to the task. My blade found the mark over and over again. He healed and I healed. The flurry continued but then I heard, and felt, him cry in pain. Not long after I struck the final blow and vanquished him forever. The instant he died the floating rock we fought upon began to fall. Molten balls of fire falling everywhere. I quickly picked up the jar containing the heart and we all were transported back to the kings chamber. Everyone was elated. I was, and still am, exhausted. So the final piece was in hand. I placed the jar before the king and true to his word and wishes he inserted all the organs and faded to dust. He is no more. But before he went he set in motion that we all be transported to Center. So he died and poof! We are now here. Just as if it were a dream.. A dream I'll not look forward to again.
That is the story in a nutshell. To be sure there are more details that can be, and probably should be, included. But those details do not interest me. My dilema is .... is the conduct of myself and the three people I hold nearest my heart. Jillian, whom I shall always love. No matter the circumstance. Sehky. My love for him as a brother is without question. I shall always standby him as I value his judgement and experience. And then there is Keela. The little sister I never had. Her devotion to Sehky and her ability bring people together is an art. One that I admire. I know that Keela has years of lifes experience over me. And that she will walk her path long after I'm gone from a ripe old age. But she is my little sister. And I love her as such.
To see all three engaged in turmoil against one another. Words spoken that may never be recalled. May never be forgotten. I can only pray that those words are placed in proper situational context. That they all see them for what they were. And to let them pass. For it to be otherwise would devistate me.
You see. They were all right.
Jillian was right for giving voice to the fact that we, seemingly, were going to assist a lich. I'm sure many others had the same question. Jillian just asked it. It's instilled into her to fight and win over such creatures. To have it any other way is contrary to her training and her beliefs. I understand and respect that. I love her for that and so much more. Maybe....in my own blundering way I made it worse for her by siding with Sehky. I admit I could have done better. But Jillian should never be ignored. She should never be used. She should always be Jillian. Yet. Jillian was right.
Sehky was right. We had no other course of action open to us. As it was if we had delayed, as some suggested to get these items in our possession inspected, we would now be in a sea of firery death. He had not stated that we would hand these over to the lich without first making sure at every turn that it would be the right thing to do. He never said that we would just hand them over. We had to make that journey. And it didn't help my cause with Sehky when I sided with Jillian after he told her she could leave. The fact that I stated outright to the group our overall intentions regarding the journey. To decide our course of action once we got there. And lastly, and most firmly, announce that under no circumstance would I allow Jillian to wander back through the desert alone. I was going forward. And she was coming with me. Yet. Sehky was right.
Keela was right. She defended Sehky against the verbal barrage. And not just from Jillian. And there were times when I sensed animosity between Sehky and her. That should never be. That's not my little sister. Yet she was right. And like Jillian she should never be ignored. She should never be used. She should always be Keela. Yet. She was right.
And then there is me. I admitted earlier that I could have, should have, done things better.
My interaction with Jillian was late. I tried to lend support to her questioning of this venture but I failed on so many counts. Was it because I was one of the planners of this mission? Or was it because, like her, I can be head strong. My path was set and nothing was going to deter me. I don't know. All I know is that I need seasoning in this area. I need to get better. I know this isn't true. I know it in deepest parts of my being. But it seemed as if Jillian didn't trust me in this matter. I told her the plan. Please trust me to act accordingly. Ohh. After it was done it was all water under the bridge. But still. Please trust me to do the right thing.
With Sehky I'm rather confident I did the right thing by him. He wanted me to take the leadership of the group. I declined. Could I have? Yes. I can lead. Done it many times. I'm sure I will lead again in the future. But I have every confidence in Sehky's leadership. He should have the same. And it bothers me that he, seemingly, doesn't have the faith in my trust in him. If it were otherwise I would have taken the leadership. But it wasn't necessary. Additionally I would not have let him pass that mantle to anyone else either. He knows how to lead. He just needs to believe in himself. Just as I beleive in him.
Keela. I have no issues with Keela. She, as always, was just Keela. Steady to the core. How could anyone have issues with Keela?
Having said all this. I still worry. My love for Jillian is, and will forever be, unfaltering. My love for Sehky and Keela moves in different circles. None the less it's there and earnest. I must find someway to reconcile their differences. And as I've already written. For it to be otherwise would devistate me. - Riley finally succombs to exhaustion and falls asleep. The ink from his quill forever staining the pages in his journal -
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SOUL MOTHER VISIT.
I was visited by the Soul Mother again last night. Jillian, Zakariem and I were exploring the crypts north of Veil. All was going well. That is until we came upon a pack of vampires in the lower reaches of the crypt. It was filled with all manner of vampires. Most notably were those we could not see. It was full of hafling rogue vampires that materialized on top of us. I was sapped of all my strength immediately. Jillian was heroically keeping me alive but it came to a point when she had to leave. Just as I was collapsing to the floor the Soul Mother came to me and gently laid me down, kneeled over me and whispered "Five more". With that she reached into my body and plucked a piece of me to take with her and then was gone.
Jillian also found the bind stone but because the Mother was with me she was passed over. Zakariem managed to escape.
I have five more. Only five. She'll not get them without a fight. That I have promised Jillian. I know it's a fools promise. The Mother comes and goes at will. Her visits are at the time of her choosing and when she visits there is no reprieve. Only five more.
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A life together in doubt?
Jillian, Zakareim, Sehky, and I heard reports of increased highway assaults in the area of the Crossroads near Dalanthar. So we all decided to investigate. I was wondering about the makeup of the party being so close on the heals of the desert trip and this concern bore unwanted fruit midway during the trip when both of them turned cold to one another. Words were said and even though they were working as a team to eliminate the bandit threat it was clear that Jillian was cold in Sehky's presence. At one point Sehky told me he would leave and I stopped to talk with him. I told him that if he felt that way to please wait until we were clear of the bandits. While making my plea I noticed Jillian and Zakariem had back tracked to find us as they had ran ahead but stood off to give us privacy. As I walked past Jillian she whispered to me she was sorry. All I could do was whisper back that I knew. She made the same whisper to me repeatedly throughout the remainder of the night. And each time all I could say was, "I know love. I know." I desperately wish I could have said something else. As I honestly believe she needed more from me. But I didn't, and still, don't know what to say. Is she sorry about the tension between her and Sehky, or that she's sorry about putting me through this .... this dilemma? Matters not. In the end I want her to be happy. I want her to be at ease.
I thought that maybe a change of scenery, and foe, would brighten her mood. So to the peaks we went. Sehky asked me what I wanted to do with him. I responded that I wanted him to act as he had always had. That he find them and pound them from a distance while we would provide the frontal assault. He seemed relieved at that. Not sure what Jillian felt as I didn't look at her at that time. I do know that she pulled her hood farther over her head to more hide her features. But that may have been to gird against the cold we were headed into. In any event I wanted Sehky's bow at our backs. Regardless of his faith he is quite efficient with that bow. And I would be a fool to turn away such assistance.
Normally Jillian does a little dance when fighting the undead. She positively dances from one to the other. She giggles, makes witty remarks, and is happy. Not this time. She was an undead killing machine as always but the dance was gone. No witty remarks. No giggling. She was a machine. That's all. A machine.
To change the scenery we even ventured into the wolf cave and almost cleared two levels. There was one door, that I could see, to pass through to continue but Sehky gave counsel that it might not be wise to do so. I have no issue with taking such counsel so we left. But still Jillian was a machine. It was time to end her pain so I stated it was time to make our way back to the Crossroads and settle up. Just before we arrived Sehky asked Jillian if he could have a moment with her, in private, so I asked Zakariem to continue with me to the camp.
Although it seemed an eternity it wasn't long before they entered the camp. Jillian was first to arrive, her hood drawn down as far as it would go. She never said a word to me. Just passed by and took a seat by the fire. Sehky followed. Quiet and reserved. He sat by the stump on the opposite side of the fire away from Jillian. I was in the middle. Again. Tried to engage in conversation with Jillian but she didn't answer. It was obvious she would not talk with Sehky present. And although I knew that, I wasn't going to punish Sehky. So I held a short conversation about the wolf cave and how Ellis and I took Keela there. Then I asked him to leave. I had to talk to Jillian. He understood and gracefully departed. Then I turned my attention to one I love.
Her hood was still drawn so I kneeled to look into her face. She had been crying. That would never do. I sat beside her and gently pulled her hood back and kissed her tears away. Then she spoke. She said she was spoiled. That she had gotten used to the idea of never being alone again. It pains me to think she was ever alone. We talked. Topics were about our love for one another. How we might change who we are once we are married. But at the end it came back to her saying she was spoiled. And how she felt she was alone once again. It seemed that no matter what, or how, I said that she wasn't and would never be alone as long as I was there she never took that on faith and she always to returned to spoiled and alone. I had to stop. This conversation had to end. Maybe it would be appropriate to begin it later, but at that time it had to end. So I told her it was late. That this was a safe place to camp and I would do so. Then I asked her to join me so that I could hold her as she slept. She came to me and hugged me, crying, and said she would like nothing better.
So here we are. Under the lean to, under the stars. She's sleeping on the ground cloth I put down and I sit and write. Soon I will do as I said. I'll lay by her side and hold her. But I too will sleep. What will be when I awake? Will she still be here with me? Or not? I pray that she is. I told her that I would choose if I must. And that choice would be her. I would forego Sehky and Keela for her. She doesn't want, in any way, for that to happen and she would harbor resentment for herself. But I would make that choice. But ultimately it matters not. Because in the end I want her to be forever happy. I want her to be at forever at ease. And I want these things for the Jillian I love. Preferably with me. If it's without me so be it. As long as she is those things I shall be happy too. If she leaves during the night without waking me and I awake here alone without her in my arms. I'll have my answer.
*lies next to Jillian and pulls her close. She pulls his arm tightly around her and snuggles into him and sighs a sigh of relief. He smiles and drifts off in slumber*
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Resolution (?)
Jillian was there when I awoke. Actually , she did the waking. I never knew such soft kisses could wake me so readilly. But they did just that. Perhaps it was because there were so many. *sigh* Regardless I opened my eyes and hers were smiling back at me. She was a changed person from the night before. The tear stains were gone. She seemed relaxed. Even happy. She told me she had to hurry. Duties you know. And with that she kissed me softly and ran off toward Dalanthar. I don't think I said one word the entire time. I'll see her later tonight. Here. By then I'll have erased these cobwebs from my mind.
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Came back to the crossing and found Jillian, as expected, but what was not expected was that she was with Sehky and Keela. They were cordial to one another. Looked as if they had just returned from thinning the Trolics. Before I had a chance to say anything Keela left, followed closely by Sehky. Just a quick hello and goodbye was it and they were gone. Jillian's eyes were still smiling. A good sign right? No harsh words. No cold shoulder. I had to find out why the switch had been thrown in Jillian. Something had definitely changed. And I had to know what. She came to me and kised me. I hugged her close and then asked if there was somewhere pretty we could go to talk. She suggested a lake so I followed and she led me to a quiet little lake near North Pointe. Very pretty and peacefull. Yes this would do nicely. So I just asked her. Flat out asked her why the change. She said the division was hurting me and so she decided to "Put on her happy face"..... For me. She would do this for me. I mildly objected saying that she shouldn't do this for me. Not even us. If it's something with which she's not comfortable, she shouldn't do it. She put a finger to my lips to hush me and said, "I was friends with them before you. I can be friends with them again. Please let me do this." I nodded okay, she smiled, and then she kissed me more passionately than ever before. We moved closer and talked in whispers as we continued to kiss. I don't think in the entire time were were more that a slip of paper distant from each other. More talk, more kissing, quick heart beats. Faster heart beats, more kissing, less talk. Even now my heart races as I write. No! We can wait. And even though I would love to married today, now. It would be rude. And rude people we are not. Make an excuse to leave this spot quickly lest we indulge our passions. The guard is giving us awkward glances? That will do. Have no idea whether or not the guard even sees us. Still it's an excuse. Take a deep breath and draw her scent in. It's different. More alluring, if that can be possible, but there it is in the air around me. Push away and make the excuse about the guard. Kiss her gently and do what is right, not what's primal. We shall be married soon enough. Those passions can wait. They must wait.
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Soul Mother passes by:
Jillian and I were together when a messenger falcon deposited a scroll infront of us. It was from Sehky. He asked us to join him at the Crossroads. We were to clear the ridge of the undead and then continue through the wolf cave atop the mountain. The idea of dealing the final solution to the undead on the ridge positively delighted Jillian so I, or we rather, decided to honor Sehky's request. So we journeyed to the Crossroads and met up with Sehky and Keela. Also there was Micus. After preparations the five of us set out to the ridge. Jillian was spot on form. Even now it warms me to the core. She was laughing, dancing, and just .. I do not know. It soars within my heart to had seen her and think her such. It was like she had rediscovered a long lost childhood friend. Anyway. It was, and is good even now, to think of her in that state.
We made our way to the cave. The wolves, as long as you stay together, pose no real problem. It was after. Sehky warned us to stay together and we did. It would have made no difference. They, ice spiders, swarmed us. We never had a chance. Must face the reality that there are things out here that can deal us significant harm. Things we must plan for and execute well with the correct party. Otherwise we end up at the bindstone like we did last night. And even though I did not loose another strand. I saw her. She floated close to me as I lie there. Wagging her boney finger at me. Yes. It was her. And it was too close.
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Alazira:
We all had recovered from our bad exprience with the ice spiders, and when I say all I mean Jillian, Keela, and myself. Sehky and Micus were able to escape and make it back down the mountain without further incident. We are at the Crossroads outside Dalanthar when a rather vociferous elf appeared. Everyone, save me, knew her and except for Jillian and I were as happy as could be at her appearance. I tired to get Keela's attention but she was so enamored with this new visitor she hardly noticed me. Matter of fact she out right ignored me. Mybe it was the fact that the newcomer was sitting in Sehky's lap and making cooing noises that had Keela distracted. What ever the case I would be ignored no more so I forcefully, and rather rudely I'm ashamed to say, injected myself into the never ending ramble of words that was being considered conversation. This, as was plainly evident, got her attention, Keela's also. From the newcomer an icy stare, but at least she wasn't talking, and from Keela a look of bewilderment. Sehky had a look too. Between the new arrival ceasing her squirming in his lap and roaming her hands all throughout his body, and that Keela momentarily removed her loving attentions from him to glare at me. He looked like a puppy who had lost his favorite toy, or toys in this case. But I had created a momentary pause in banter so I took advantage of that pause to introduce my self. She casually removed herself from Sehky's lap, which I thought made him almost whimper with disappointment, and turned her attention to me. She then said something along the lines to the others, not to me, of he's dressed in blue so it figures that he's a Toranite. What doesn't figure is that he's rude so that goes against his grain as one. Then directed to me she said , "Okay blue boy. I am Alazira, High Priestess of the Temple of Ilsare. My friends call me Zira. You call me Alazira. I don't care for Torys much. As I was married to one for what seemed a life time. Argos', do you know him?." I replied that I did. But probably not as well as I should. She immediately came back with the story of him kicking her out and abandoning her for, at least according to her, no justifiable reason. She also said that since I was in good company, by her standards, she would hold her tongue. At this time Jillian excused herself as she wasn't feeling well not yet fully recovered from our trip through the bindstone. Alazira and Keela both gave me funny looks, kind of well look who's been naughty looks, when Jillian excused herself. I have no idea, nor am I sure I want to know, what those looks are about. I just shook my head at Keela in confusion. She just kept on with that look. I thought she would never stop, and probably would not have, but Micus said that he needed to make a trip to the Frindahl Fortess and asked for our help in doing so. We all, save Jillian, signed on to the trip. So off we went. I stopped in to check on my love and found her peacefully sleeping in one of the tents. I didn't wake her. But when I emerged there are these two again with those same looks as before. For the life of me I cannot figure them out.
It was evident that Alazira was extremely usefull during this trip. Her talents are extensive and well practiced. And with her, and us, we had no problems making it through the defenses of the fortress and gaining the prize that Micus sought. Somewhere during that trip, and I forget when, she said I could call her Zira. I think a rather good compliment. We made our way out without incident and while we were headed back our trip evolved into a fashion show. Literally, as we were walking back, Alazira would run ahead and momentarilly disappear behind a rock, a tree, or something and then reemerge wearing a completely different set of clothes. This positively thrilled Keela. Who almost at once said she was looking for something to wear to a wedding. So when we got to the lake outside of Dalanthar we stopped. Micus said his farewells and the rest of us stayed for that purpose. A fashion show. Again the words between Alazira and Keela were flying. They must have looked at dozens of outfits. Where does she carry them all? Somewhere I got confused and thought that this had progressed to them choosing Jillians gown, which they were not, and I said that Jillian already had a concept in mind and that if they wanted to help they should ask her. At that they both stopped talking. I was amazed they could do that so easilly, stop talking I mean. I would have thought they would have to slow down gradually or face risk of permanent injury and deformation of the face when spewing words at such a rate. None the less they stopped. After a brief moment Keela stated that this outfit was for her to wear. Alazira echoed the same but she did add that she would help Jillian, if Jillian so desired. I apologised for my error and told Keela she could wear anything she wanted. She could wear the most elegant dress, stalks of corn, or even her most daring furs. To me it didn't matter as she would look beautifull in whatever she wore and that my main concern was that she and Sehky be at the wedding. At that Sehky said that he would wear his kilt. Again I stated it didn't matter. Just as long as they were there. It seems though that during all the passing of words and fashion changes Keela did settle on an elegant dress to wear. And I was correct. She looks beautiful as always. I excused myself and was making my way back to Jillian when we found each other in Dalanthar. She looked refreshed and ready to meet the world again. So that's what we did. We turned to face the world....Together.
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CAPTAIN JILLIAN:
I'm beaming as I write this. Jillian has been promoted to Captain within the ranks of the Shining Hand. I never had a doubt. The position was open and desperately needed filled. She was the logical choice. But it wasn't given to her outright. She still had to earn it. There was a ship that washed ashore to the west of Fort Llast and it was rumored to be a meat locker, a vessel containing undead, We formed a group and made our way to the distant beach only to find that the ward placed around the ship had faded and undead were walking the beach. They were easily dispatched, as were the ones on the ship. I felt ill. My stomach in knots. I'm ashamed to say I vomited. But still I resumed my duties. Stomach pain and all. In the hold of the ship was an egg like stone protected by a wall. It took Richard a few times to disband the wall before we could get to the stone. It didn't respond to spells, holy water, or anything else we could think of so Jillian, my Jillian, produced a pick and started striking the stone. With each strike the feeling disapated in my gut. Once I thought she was going to fall ill. But she kept striking the stone. Then it cracked and exploded. I had my shield up and it took most of the pieces of stone. Jillian had no protection save the armor she wore but as she was directly over the stone when it exploded she paid the consequence. I'd though I lost her. She was badly wounded. Near death. I potioned her as quickly as I could to bring her back from the brink. I do believe because she took so much of the blow it saved many behind her. Because I had my shield up it did the same for those behind me. Alas we did have one young man succumb to the blast. But our priest saw to it he recovered. Now as I think of it. We did have another go down during the fighting in the ship. And the priest came through there as well. It was over though. My stomach returned to normal. Everyone was walking out. It was a good ending to a dangerous situation. Upon return the Commander of the Shining Hand inducted some into the order. Others he did not. One being William, the lad who's parents were murdered. So much pain there, anger as well. But I feel he needs it to mature. He needs to get past it in his own way in order to be sure he can control himself and thus control most situations. Enough of that. And Jillian. My Jillian. Was promoted. I'm still beaming.