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« on: May 17, 2008, 02:13:17 PM »
Great work, man. Seriously; the proportions look very good, which is a big thing to me. Thanks! I've been working on that on and off for a while now. Honestly, I'm surprised I can manage anything anymore. My advise for anyone who likes doing any form of artwork is to.. not do it professionally. Heh. You burn yourself out amazingly fast. BUT! I have layonara to recharge me. Huzzah!
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« on: May 17, 2008, 12:57:28 AM »
Awe. Yay! I'm feeling the love.
And.
*looks up* ..creepy?
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« on: May 15, 2008, 09:27:21 PM »
You are an exceptionally helpful individual, I thought I might say. In the character bio that spawned this whole discussion, I sort of fudged in a piece about the tribe/clan he came from (or was adopted by, in any case) and went with the flow of it. I'm rather excited about the next book - I'm also a bit hopeless. As the character has started and is gaining money, I've been spending what I can spare customizing his armor more barbarianly appropriate. His sword is currently being modeled off of an Anglosaxxon Long sax (the blades that were so obiquitiously carried that the Romans named the whole people for them). Now if I had any idea how to get a cloak that looked like fur... 
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« on: May 15, 2008, 06:51:19 PM »
Thanks Acacea!
Yes, I didn't have any dillusions about ways of speech or the term "Barbarian" (Try calling a "Gypsy" by that name and see what happens..) I was mostly using that term for familiarities sake on the forums.
Actually, one of the reasons I am interested in playing a "barbarian" character, is I am very interested in norse culture, as well as early anglo saxxon, etc.. I'm well aware of the depth and breadth of their cultural heritage. That is a large part of why I brought it up here. I looked through the lore section some and the handbook and neither had much to say on the culture of the northern isles. I was kind of debating if its something that has already been set in stone and written and I just cant find it, or if it is something that was sort of motioned to and I had room to.. not invent necessarily, but transpose actual historical culture into it.
I didn't want to start off playing him as an animist, for instance..and then find out later on they had an official patron god I was simply unaware of. It also brings up a number of other questions I had (I hope you don't mind!)
1) Is there any more information anywhere on the cultures of the Karshin isles, etc? I can grab, aside from the..two paragraphs or so on the Lore section.
2) How many/how diverse are the tribes in the region? Is it dozens and dozens of individual village sized tribes? Are there just a handful? Are they all individual historical stocks of people (think Celts vs. Anglo saxxon, vs. Norse, vs.. etc etc) or are they more or less of one background (for instance..all norse)? Are they all a single "nation" or are they again tons of different independent groups? Are they mostly human, or dwarven or..? Do individual clans ever contain more than one Race of people (in terms of Species instead of heritage)
3)If the answer to 2 points towards multiple independent groups, what are the relations between these? Are the tribes more or less at peace.. or are they constantly raiding one another and struggling for land? (again think Celts vs. Picts vs. Anglo..blah) Even if they are one big tribe so to speak..are they warring against each other or is it an internal struggle among tribal/clan leaders?
4)Is there any known political structure? Ive been saying tribes for the sake of it being convenient, or is it really closer to an early feudal system.. a King over every little area surrounded by Jarls and Thanes...
5)Are there/where are any other major "Barbarian" settlements to be heard of?
6)In absence of solid answers to any of the above, how much leeway might I be given towards carving my own cultural elements into it, or at the very least helping suggest historical models and details for interested parties..?
Okay! that's too much typing for one post. Let me know what you think and thanks everyone!
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« on: May 13, 2008, 05:36:58 PM »
I'm not sure how the bear warrior path itself will fit into the "bigger than himself" bit about your character, as it's not a class about "something bigger" necessarily. The Mistone Alliance Scout class, on the other hand, ~is~ a class designed to be about the bigger picture. Most classes are not like that however, and are more localized in flavor to your own character. I'd say this is likely to be the case with your characer and bear warrior if you choose to go that route. However, that's not saying that him becoming a bear warrior might not actually be worked into some other big thing your character gets involved in, resluting in the bear warrior gig having more than local meaning. you never know how things will work out. My suggestion is to get involved in quests and to just muck around the world, interacting with everyone you possibly can. I think what I was going for was.. not necessarily "Bigger" in terms of say.. Saving the world from a wizard with a clockwork atom bomb.. but more in terms of bringing his conciousness to something outside of himself. In a lot of ways, though hes a bit more experienced in years he's still emotionally a teenager - mostly because of his upbringing. I want to see him become less self-absorbed and the like.. and come to do something more than just seek personal glory. The Bear Warrior description actually reads something like "They often become champions of rustic villages and tribes" ..paraphrasing, obviously.. but it's a good example of where he might go.. For instance (not necessarily the one I want to use:) He at some point comes to linger for whatever reason in tribal settlement X. Settlement X is threatened by some big gibbly beasty/army/Hoarde of caffinated orcs and he feels compellled to help ready their defences, blah blah.. this brings his focus outside of his own persona glory into the realm of defending something larger than his ego - in this case, the lives of however many live in this settlement. It doesnt have to be a save-the-world sort of scenario per se (though I can't say he might not become involved in something like that). At some point I was also playing with the idea of finding out about his father and that plays into it. Maybe the father became a tribal champion and bear warrior himself, and died defending settlement Y. Maybe it was fate that kar wound up in such similar circumstances - or maybe settlement X was where he finds out about his father to begin with. I have a lot of ideas floating about for it that havent completely cemented yet. Though what I was curious about would be if there was any information regarding the actual process of becoming a Bear Warrior.. are there any set rituals, or initiations.. any .. whatever.. thats actually transcribed somewhere that I've overlooked..or is it an individual process that is more tailored to the individual seeking to follow the path? ----------------------------------------- On another note, is there any sort of religious connection to the bear path, or to the barbarians in general? for the latter, its obviously not a church set up or anything but are there specific deities that should be leaned towards, or are the barbarians more likely to be animists, ancestor worshippers, or spiritualists? Totem animals certainly sound like something that would fall into the latter traditions more than any formal god/goddess worship. Let me know what you think!
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« on: May 13, 2008, 03:41:50 PM »
Thanks. I'll try to ask around.. though in large part I don't see it as something that the character himself will "seek out" so much as have pushed towards him. The plot arch eventually takes him back to his barbarian roots and he has something of a spiritual experience that sets him down the way..
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« on: April 24, 2006, 07:13:41 PM »
Another day i suppose. I thought i might go an get a bit of exorcise, so i went down into the crypts. The shamblin dead down there make fer decent foe to practice yer swing upon, an me trusty noggin-cleaver didnt fail me. Unfortunately though, the grave seemed to be a bit occupied and i ran into others doin the same thing i was. A pair a humans as near as i can reckon in the darkness down there.. though one of them sounded like someone be steppin on his jimmies.. so it may have been an elf. They didnt sound interested in company, so i went topside again and wandered for a bit.
I saw the Human priest..ferrier again today as i left. He walked face-first into the gate he did.. or perhaps it shut in his face. Doors around here have a habit of shuttin of their own accord. He didnt have much time for words, tho he stopped to chat fer a bit. He is a polite lad, even in a rush.
I also ran into the quartermaster who asked me to do a bit of goblin slayin for him. I guess a lot of people dont like the goblins around here. I still need to kill their king. But i brought him a handful of ears and he payed me for it.
I went fishin for a while. I think i be gettin a bit better at it. Soon i will be even able ta feed meself ye know. An feed the pawnbroker as well. He has been buyin most of what i cant eat meself. I can turn a fair bit of coin if i fish long enough. Heh. All i have to do is catch a few hundred thousand carp, and i can get me a little house to call me own.
I had meant to keep me eye out for the bloodbeard priest. I had been thinkin more about Vorax and all that. Maybe it would be a good thing fer me to look into, but i didnt see the priest today. Maybe the morrow will bring better luck. It has been a long day..Perhaps i shall write more later.
-gorrin
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« on: April 23, 2006, 08:46:39 PM »
Aye. Another couple days pass an I find meself writin again. Ney much has happened lately. I ran into the stonecutter clan once more. Xain and Exodus, along with another bloke named bloodbeard or the like. More and more i find my best company be that of me kin. That carries a certain irony with it me thinks, givin me history. But, i ney look a gift horse in the beard.
We went back to the desert once more, hunting giants again. I collected a minor bit of gold this time, but i think it is just the action of getting out there and doin something that gets the blood flowin in me again. Bloodbeard spoke to me of Vorax. I was never one for spirits and gods and magikin, but if he and his kin.. aye, all of me kin i have seen since i arrived. they all wear the colors of Vorax. I even have seen a half-giant or two bearin his symbol. If so many hardy and proud warriors carry the banner of vorax, mayhaps there be somethin to it all. Next i speak to the Bloodbeard preist, maybe i will talk with him further about it.
I spent some of me earnings for the eve and bought a rod and line. I figure a dwarf has got to eat, an the fishes be ney as likely to tear me arm off when i try to catch an eat them. It be a real shame the cursed grubs keep runnin from me shovel, or i might catch somethin worth eatin.
But me thinks now i will go an catch a bit o shut eye for the eve.
*the page ends abruptly here*
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« on: April 22, 2006, 11:58:11 AM »
It has been some time since i have turned to this old log, and more time still since i have had anything of note to write in it. I have spent the last ..eternity.. it almost feels like.. wandering about, doing nothing of import. But i am still alive. I have wandered the roads of this land.. seen this and that, and lived like a vagabond. I have hunted goblins and orc, and whatever else might get in my way, but i feel as though i have learned nothing in the process. Many of the old companions i kept, i havent seen in longer than i can count. Even Zeke has went his own way. I miss him more than i would acknowledge.
*here blood splatters the page* I need to find a healer. The last goblin encampment i wandered got in a lucky shot.. tore open an old wound in my shoulder. I have already taken a hot iron to it to cauterize the wound.. i fear it may wind up infected. It wouldnt surprise me. My luck hasnt been the greatest of late.
I am tired.. i will work in this later.
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« on: April 15, 2006, 10:15:59 AM »
Actually. I think i have figured it out. thanks.
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« on: April 15, 2006, 10:14:35 AM »
I tried going back on.. my issue wasnt that they would be wiped from my computer.. but that i am pretty sure the server deletes inactive characters after..well. probably before 6 months. Either that, or it doesnt recognize my log-in name. heh. Thanks anyway though.
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« on: December 13, 2005, 08:28:00 AM »
The last few days have been..eventful. Much of it was spent with the lad ezekial. Aye, we make a better pair then i care to admit sometimes. He is good company though.. and hells, i have rarely seen a single person get into so much trouble. Reminds me of myself as a lad.
I was actually inspired the other day however. After noticing how Zeke's armor was concealed under a heavy coat and hood (better to blend with his surroundings i was told) the concept of discreet armor dawned on me.
The problem with armor is the same as that with carrying a blade. When you see a man armed, you assume the man is dangerous. Carrying a weapon shows an intent to use a weapon. Armament makes one a target..attracts danger.
I dont know much about these lands.. but enough to know my place. There are warriors here.. far beyond my capacity to challenge. Advertizing my trade only invites unwanted attention. This place is showing me little by little words and favors are as powerful as a blade, when used right.
I began a project of manufacturing a "discreet" armor such as zeke's, even adopting the same pattern of garb. I purchased an old leather coat and sewed into thin overlapping plates of copper. After much trial and error, i have created an armored coat that's protection is that of full plate.. I fancy the way it looks as well.
I assisted recently a man named Casimar Seagaard in the crypts. The undertaker sent him to fetch the essence of one of the fell things down there. The man is a practictioner of the dark arts... i am sure of it. What could he be needing that many souls for? I'd probably rather not know.
I traveled with a group of Sen's friends.. including a pair of women.. angel swan..and abigale..something or other. They didnt seem to care for my company much.. though i rather enjoyed the company of their elven friend.. a lovely girl named Nyyana. If she enjoyed mine i would never know, Abigale put a stop to the encounter before it came to anything of interest.
Today i managed to finally make my way to the "fabled" lake that zeke adores so. Along the way we were nearly mauled by the griffons..several times. An on top of that i managed to get trapped in a fallen section of wall in a fort near there. Fate does not wish me to see the overglorified pond. I escaped eventually climbing over parts of it.. and upon finding the lake i was awestruck. it really is as beautiful as they say. The fishing was good too.. though.. after realing in a bite to find a peice of octopus tentacle on my line.. i am a bit unnerved by what may lie down there.. and how deep it may actually be.
That's all i have this night. I am weary from travel. I will write again when i have the chance.
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« on: December 10, 2005, 09:20:00 AM »
*the ink on this page is smeared in places, bits of dirt cling to the paper and it is marred by water. On the bottom inside corner of the page is a fairly detailed drawing of a little thatch cottage*
The last few days have been very quiet it seems. I havent run into any of my normal companions in some time, nor have i met anyone new aside from a polite nod of the head as I pass. But all is well. I have spent much of the time fishing. Its a very.. enjoyable passtime..allowing me both practice at the hunt with a bow, and the ability to relax with the rod if i like. I fear though i am dedicating too much of my time to the sport. Even still i dont think my skill at it has improved any. There isnt much to be learned at Carp.
I have been catching far more than i could ever consume, and selling the excess to the pawnbroker at Hlint. He is a rather thin little man. Likely elven..though he covers his face so i cannot be sure. I can actually turn a decent profit doing such. In actuality, there are many ways to turn a coin in this little town. Everyone seems to need something.. and will genenerally trade for it, or pay for it outright. Mastering who needs what can become a business in itself...
I'd like to buy a home one day, truth be known. The idea of settling down a bit appeals to me. It has been so long since i have had a home of my own.. even as a child we were always on the move.
Its beginning to rain Id best pack in and look for a place to get out of the storm.
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« on: May 16, 2008, 10:58:19 PM »
So I haven't a clue where I might post this.. I was tempted to add it to Poetic Liscense..but given this isn't a written work it wasn't really applicable. So.  Nothing much.. working on a portrait of Karvus for my own amusement. It'll eventually be a full painting in photoshop..but for now, forgive my scribbles *bows humbly and skips off*
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« on: May 13, 2008, 12:08:14 PM »
So I hadn't a clue where else to stick this, but I'm going to put it here. It's my second go around layonara - not that I managed to get far the first time but I feel in love regardless. I just submitted a new character to start exploring the world again (you can read his submission here: http://forums.layonara.com/character-submissions/180512-new-character-submission-karvus-gurhund.html) The gist is that he's was born to a "civilized" mother after a romantic liaison with a barbarian tribesman. After she dies when he's young he runs away to the north, crashes his boat, is adopted by a barbarian tribe and taught their ways. He eventually leaves - not feeling as though he belongs there, and sets out for his own. I butchered the story in trying to recap it here, so if you're interested please read the link.. but for the sake of argument... Problem is, he's a bit of an egotistical thing, somewhat lax on his moral code in places, though still a good guy (Chaotic good, and a Barb/Rogue), and a fame/glory/conquest kind of guy. Ultimately through RP I'd really like to see him mature emotionally and spiritually, and come to find a cause bigger than himself. This brings me to my question: What is the path of the bear warrior, from an RP standpoint? I've read the brief Lore/Handbook descriptions, but they don't say much. What is the level of spiritual end of it required? How does one actually *become* a bear warrior in roleplaying terms (I know a quest will be thrown in somewhere). What sort of groundwork will I need to lay for this poor self-absorbed wretch to wake up and do something greater with himself? Heh. Any ideas, musings, etc. will be greatly appreciated. Thanks in advance!
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« on: May 12, 2008, 07:19:22 PM »
funny what a couple years does, huh?
This is my second time playing on the Layonara server. The first round-about was ill-timed, just getting into school, blah blah.. not to mention some medical issues and a whole world of Real Life getting in the way.
Now I'm back, and I'd very much like to start again. SOOOo. I assumed the best way would be to say something here.
Hello everyone! It's great to be back.
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« on: April 22, 2006, 09:12:41 AM »
An inscription on the inside cover:
This be the diary.. NEY. Journalof Gorrin Ironguts, Son of Borrin Ironguts, Son of Achin Ironguts. Burly manly dwarves do not keep DIARIES.. that is for beardless little girls.. like the elves. Oh Look at me.. Im keeping a diary! maybe i should write poetry about leaves! NEY. That is the sort of emotional rubbish that a solid dwarf doesnt tolerate. So let the skinny long-eared Blighters have their 'diaries'. This be a mighty Dwarven JOURNAL. Anyway. If you should happen to read it and you ney be Gorrin Ironguts, Shame on you. What sort of man reads the diary..err.. Journal of another without their permission? And furthermore, Why you be reading Dwarven anyway? Unless you happen to be a dwarf. In which case, it might be okay. Depending on the sort of dwarf you are, and how you got me diary. In any case. You should really figure out where i am and give it back to me. I could use it you know. Where else am I to record me personal thoughts? Not that a stout and Mighty dwarf needs to record his thoughts. Dwarves be like elephants you know. We never forget. And.. oh to the hells. What was i saying.. OH YES. If ye should happen to find me journal, return it to the nearest Inn or Tavern. Chances be good that i will wander in there eventually.
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Aye, it has been a long time since i have had a reason to write, but now seems as good a time as any. I have settled in a little town called Hlint for the time being. It be strange that so many different sorts of people meander through this little town, but it right fine by me. Within a short little while, i settled on a park bench beside a lad dressed for his own funeral. A downright glum lad he looked, all pale and clad in black. Schimzo? Something like that. He invited me to go with him to study the goblins.. "But lad!" i asked him "wot would ye be studin goblins fer? goblins are fer killin, not fer studyin.. unless a course ye need ta disect somethin" But the strange lad had it in mind that he was teaching the goblins somthing. WHY WOULD YOU TEACH THE GOBLINS? It isnt like they arent a pain in the arse enough without edumacational skills.
Later on that day, I ran into a strange lad named Halen Kross.. somethin. I be horrible with names. We and a friend of his.. likewise whos name i dont remember.. Went down into the goblin caves and I got to spend some quality time with my noggin-cleaver. We were goin for their king apparently though while down there i couldnt help but notice. The goblins have a shack with the legs of a chicken!!! NEY a GIANT CHICKEN What be that all about? I really hope that hasnt anythin to do with the Schizmo lad's "teachin". Goblins ridin giant chickies into battle.. there would be no end to the carnage.
A while later we emerged and hung around the crossroads in the middle of town. It is interestin to watch people pass. A healer came up, Ward Ferrier i found out later his name was. He offered to patch me up and i told him ney.. i could just sleep it off.. not to waste his magic weegies. He didnt seem to understand what i meant.. Everyone knows what be weegies! All of the waving of your arms, and the big voice that comes when ye cast a spell. Weegies. Simple as a half-orc dropped on his head too many times as a lad. But ney.. he didnt get it.. And I'll be ...ed if while i was tellin the lad not to heal me, a lass came by and did it herself. AND THEN on top of that, he still didnt get it.. he thought i was tellin him wedgies.. and i say "ney! a wedgie is wot ye get as a lad, when yer kin pull yer trousers upn yer arse" AND THEN the little blighter started castin magics on me pants! I wasnt makin a request!
I took off into the woods and threw my pants away. I found the lass that healed me earlier and ran up to her, me arse flappin in the wind "Lass! lass! Ye 'ave ta 'elp me! Me pants! They be possessed!" she tried to dispell them, but it didnt work. Finally i sulked back to the priest and demanded he reversed it. Meanwhile an elven lass.. and a snobby one at that.. was talkin to one of her friends and happen to overhear the conversation..and fell off a nearby building laughing. I have the urge to pee in her wine. Finally Kross and I ran off.. him too busy checking out the lasses across the road from us to be payin attention to what was a transpirin.. took off to the Inn before i went and did something downright violent. The priest was a good sport though. He bought me a drink or two and we was fine.
The next day, i ran into two of me kin. Members of the Stonecutter clan. They took me into their homes and we talked for a bit. It was nice to be among me kin after such a long while.. and i think i get along with them better than i ever got along with me own clan. They took me out giant-hunting as well. Something i had never been good at afore. I think practicing with them though really helped me out.. even if we did all get turned into floaty spirit things by the end of the evenin.
All in all it has been an interestin first week in Hlint. Mayhaps we shall see what the next might bring.
-GORRIN
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« on: April 15, 2006, 09:43:05 AM »
Hello. Do to personal events a little while ago, i was forced to stop playing NWN for a while.. and then my computer was wiped clean and i had to download everything again. My question is, is there any way to get back my character for layonara, or do i need to remake/resubmit them once more?
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« on: December 05, 2005, 08:12:00 AM »
*before you is an old, well worn leather bound journal. Its pages are yellowed and often dog-eared.. but the ink inside appears to be fresh. Several pages are in such poor conditon they are hard to make out.. and several more look as though they have been torn out entirely. A name is scrawled on the inside cover: Kazian Gammora*
Aye..it has been some time since i have looked at this old leatherbound journal. I have not scribbled here since my days in the army, but many of the things i have had a hand in since, i would rather not remember.
Several days ago i found myself in a small town called Hlint. I have no memory of how i got there.. or any recollection of the place before. I can only guess i have had a few too many drinks and managed to find myself there during a blackout. Hells, perhaps i fell asleep in a hay cart again and they shipped me off without knowing. Wouldnt be the first time. Drink is deadly to a man. Strange dreams of a dragon of some sort.
I opted to explore some, becoming more and more aware i have never seen this place before.. nor recognized anything about its neighboring stretches of land. I have got to stop drinking.
Fortunately i ran into a guide before long. A rather generous man namded Sen something.. i was never good with names. He took me about and showed me the way of things, showed me the basics of a few crafts. I may well persue metalurgy... it is a useful trade to one such as myself. I purchased a new blade and sheild, and a jerkin of stiff leathers. When i awoke i had not but the tunic on my back and a handfull of coins.
A few odd jobs had to be done around the place and sen was helpful in finding me employment. A strange lot.. the residents of Hlint. Taxpapers dissapearing.. an undertaker i suspect of necromancy.. not that i have a distaste for it. i have seen too much in my time to care.. though i have never heard of a dwarf who would hire others to kill goblins for it. Next elves will be hiring me to kill orc.
...a hired killer once more.
Even in a new place, as a new face.. I cant shake the cycle.
I had the vast fortune to be in a unique situation on my second day there. I ran into a lad named Ezekial tattaran. Amazingly, he found himself in the same situation as i, only the day before. Even more so was that because of Sen's utility i found myself in a position to help him. I took him about the town to find odd jobs.. seems like there is always work for newcomers. I even gave him an old shortsword i found amidst the goblins. Too stubby for my tastes.. my entire life i have used the long blade of the half-and-half sword. The Noble bastard, as its called. Such a thing takes advantage of my reach, my stength. Aye, your chosen blade is your dearest friend.. take care of her and she will do the same for you.
Zeke (as he has called himself) turns out to be a bit of a crack shot with a bow. He and i compliment each other well. Indeed, we have spent much time together since. Its been a long time since i have grown close to another person.. man or otherwise, but fighting alongside another man forges a bond between the two. Years at war have taught at least that much.
The lad and i.. its seems strange to call him a lad when he sports a beard longer than mine.. but it is the patchy beard of youth.. and i am nearly twice his years. We decided to go hunting, and have found our niche in the crypts in the little town. I managed to find a rather jovial hooded man who would trade me the knuckles from the walking skeletons for healing potions.
I also ran into a rather odd looking man with grey skin. He fights without weapons.. which isnt as unusual as one might think. There were a few.. though not many .. so called warrior monks in the ranks when i served. The blows they delivered often rivaled that i could do with a blade, and generally faster.
He caught me bow-fishing by the pond in the town, and gave me a hard time for not doing things "the relaxing way" as he insists. He ended up giving me a pole and some grub, and we set off for a lake somewhere. Sadly, i never saw it.. between griffons and the like. Hells, i have set out three times for that place, and have never layed eyes on it. Though zeke and Sen seem to love it dearly.
*an off white wax is dribbled on the page*
Aye, my candle is burning out, and i have to catch some rest. no telling what tommorrow brings. Hells, i may wake up in a new town...
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