Lindariel's Journey - Archer of the Lady of Dreams

[Pankoki]

*A small red leatherbound journal holds the journeys of this young and explosive elf, the entire journal is written in a fine elven script*
  We arrived in Hlint only a few hours ago, the caravan we arrived in managed to lose all of our belongings. Blasted halflings and their convoluted organization methods. They even managed to lose my spellbook, now the thing is all over Hlint, fortunately I've been able to find pages here and there and I'm slowly rewriting it.
  To make things even better, we even managed to split up as well. Everyone seems to have been distracted into doing something else and now we are all over the place. I managed to find Bael and Naia and we got to exploring this strange town.
  For a small town it seems that many are attracted to this place. All sorts of races and people of different skills gather around here. Every turn of a corner seems to bring a new interesting site and it seems people are always busy running from one place to another.
  In any case, I'm going to look around more and look for Cyrine now. I'll come back later when I get bored.
 
   
  *The next bit of writing is written hastily, some drops of sweat and mud smearing slightly over the pages*
  The disgusting beasts are here as well. While exploring with Cyrine we came upon a loud noise outside the city gates, there we found a rather large group of people, getting battle ready to confront a sizeable amounts of goblins. At first I thought it was just a normal uprising. These things tend to happen a lot I hear, however as the battle ensued strange things started to happen.
  A strange summoning circle appeared in the middle of the battlefield, and from it fould outsiders started spewing from it. The beasts that have assaulted my life at different times also come here to torment those around these areas. The anger came back, the rage of wanting to rip the souls apart from the things that have caused so much pain in my life. I'm still not good enough though. I tried shooting at them and my arrows kept bouncing off their skin. Even when I used weave to guide my arrows through Her lightning, the things just bounced of.
  Then I saw a horrendous sight. An angel.. dark and corrupted. The creature.. seemed to have batlike wings.. the skin reflective of the moonlight it looked elastic almost.. It was a servant of the Destroyer, of Pyrtechon. It spoke of challenging the champions of Toran and some other dark deals. It appears that those around here do not know how to measure their strength. It killed one of them while I managed to draw the creature.
  One day I will return the favor.
  *below this entry lies a sketch made of the creature described, an dark deva carrying a wicked looking sword*
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[Pankoki]

*This entry seems immediate to the one before, clearly made the next day*
  It seems this land will bring many entries into this journal. Just as I thought that things were starting to normalize again and as we go about our "normal" adventuring business, as normal as adventuring may go, we are confronted once more by the touch of those not from here.
  In a nearby goblin called the Redlight Goblin Cave, a stinky hole full of copper and salt, reeking of goblin remains, we were hunting for the leader of this tribe. Our expedition into the goblin hole had been quite succesful unfortunately on our way back, leader's head on a bag, things were going to turn sour.
  Right next to the small staircase leading from the third to the second level, strange oozes started coming out of the ground and the walls, leechlike beings, normally appearing in swamps, started crawling to attack us. Obviously something was horribly wrong as these creatures didn't belong in these coppery caves, we tried fighting them but were quickly outmatched by their acidic personalities and quickly we all fell unconcsious to their onslaught.
  We woke a few hours later, their goey substance all over our numbed bodies, how the goblins didn't ransack through our equipment, I'm not sure, soon however we were to find the reason of our relative safety. As we made our sad run upwards the winding caves a strange feeling started crawling down my back. That strange recognition that something bad and horrible had lurked into the scene. I didnt know where exactly my feelings pointed to, but I knew something horrible was about, I've had that feeling before.
  My suspicions were confirmed quickly as the sulphiric stench of a demonic presence quickly enveloped my senses. Right before us stood a foul demon, firey wings and dark red eyes staring back at me. The gaze of this demon seemed to penetrate my flesh as I felt something within me stir. Something deep. Something disturbing. My heart felt stretched and thin as I watched this creature observe us idly. Soon after that it vanished, but my heart told me deep eyes still watched from beyond.
  We ran, clearly not ready to confront this beast, we cleared our way through the remaining of the cave, the memory.. one that I will not soon forget.
  There was some other business with a kidnap victim. I really wanted to help the poor twins that were abducted. However, a huge mob of people with nothing better to do and an annoying halfling, dressed in some disgusting looking green clothes that made sure any plan that we had went clearly down the drain threw any hope of rescuing the poor siblings.
  So with a prayer to the Lady of Dreams, hoping these two found their way back to the love of their family, I retired for the day awaiting once more in sweet vigil, the jubilant sound of moonlight.

[Pankoki]

*Another day, another entry*
  Today was a strange day. What started as a common adventorous day, ended in an abrupt check on the reality that binds us to this place.
  As I rested my legs in the local inn I saw a group of local adventurers in merriment drinking and singing. Paying their respective tribute to Her, albeit a bit tone deaf, I am sure The Lady of Dream in her infinite love found it a worthy tribute. A man named Hank approached me with an invitation to join them, and not being one to turn down celebration I happily accepted.
  I tried asking what this celebration was about, the answers never came however, later on I found out this was a group of warriors and celebration didn't necessarily require a cause. From this "celebration" a trip to a nearby mountain range was arranged.
  This trip was soon to turn sour. The battles as we climbed this mountain were mostly with giant-kin and easily handled by the group of skilled warriors, however as we reached the peaks strange things began to happen.
  Earth creatures sprung forth from the mountain side as Duergar priestess threw spells to weaken our warriors. The battle ensued for quite some time and many times death was imminent, mostly saved by a timely healing spell or potion. Eventually things got completely out of hand and a dwarf named Rulag fell to one of these earthly masses. The hand of a corrupted Duergar priest could be seeing as the dwarf scram in pain. "Stand back, I can take them".
  We took his body to the nearby province of Lar, however the priests there said they could not do much for the dwarf, as he tried resurrecting him a strange guttural sound could be heard coming from the ground and his soul ripped from his body. The priest saying nothing could be done for this poor soul.
  We returned to Hlint to inform a relative of the dwarf. A sad event seeing so many who loved this one so sad and downtrodden by the event, seeing the rage of the relative an even more taxing experience. This is when my Lady decided to touch upon my spirit and a sweet melody escaped my mouth.
  Upon high peaks and black skies... The valour of dwarves was tested.. Upon dark skies and bloody battle... The mettle of Dorand bested... But legacies survive and in the future will strife... To set wrongs to good ends and corrected..
  With a sad melody and a rude grip on reality, I retired to my trusty table in the wild surge and drank wine until the early hours of the morning.

[Pankoki]

*A month's passing and another entry*
  We have entered in a strange commodity in this new place we are trying to call home. Each one of us has taken upon excelling at certain crafts and we seem to be doing a pretty good job. We are still mostly learning how to do things but if all goes as well as it seems to be carrying now, in a few months we will be able to maintain ourselves and not have to rely upon the trades of others.
  Nevertheless, other things have been in my mind as of late. The strange attachment I developed after having to fight that foul beast in Xantril has been very confusing to me. How was I able to pierce through such flesh and now I can't seem to scratch a magical spider? Was it anger? Was it the love for my comrades that ignited the magic within me? Is it that chaotic or a more orderly fashion that I seem to be missing?
  I wish I knew the answers to those questions. I have been trying to examine all possibilities. Right now I work on fletching and I make all sorts of different arrows to see which ones can pierce through those pesky magical barriers. However the results were completely different. The different arrowtips I've found simply seem to cause further damage upon different types of racial creatures. I've found that the composition of bronze and the way the arrowtips tend to end up, are real good to piercing the hide of animals and causing massive internal failures. I've found that iron has a tendency to wreak havok to certain systems on constructs making them easier to disassemble. Even platinum seems to have its uses, working very similar to the bronze kind but its slightly more magical conduscive capabilities allowing it to further the damage delivered to magical beasts.
  The same question still lies. How do get pass those magical protections, the skins weaved in magic, the hides not pierceable by the unenhanced. Next step of the experiment is to work on the bow itself. Perhaps that will help somewhat, I've seen how certain bows carry a better grade of magical flow, however this may not prove enough to what we managed to accomplish before and definitely not good enough to what Tirithiel was able to do.
  Time will tell.