Yashilla's parchments of hickory and oak

[dadunmir]

All across the lands of the north, winter appears to be settling.  This is no passing event.  This storm appears as if it will be around for some time.  

The day has come and gone and the heroes had their day.  The forces of good seemed to have prevail and another part of the cycle begins to unfold.  It is as if the lands themselves have decided to hibernate whilst they try and recover from the destruction of war's chaos.  

This is our day fellows patrons of Lady Doom.  While the world sleeps, the storms will reshape the lands and seas.  I have already seen the beginning.  The snow's of Krashin have reached as far south as Leilon.  Snow can be seen falling on the temple on the occasional day.  The lands belonging to the tribes north of Waysend appear to have grown colder.  Much has already changed.  While many desparately seek warmer climates and shelter, a few have taken to accepting the coming of the storm and show more perserverance.  I have more than expressed my admiration to the later and offer the service of our Lady of the Sea to them.  

The cold and the storms come.  A glorious era is upon us.  Are you ready?  Have you not given to the temple or even set foot in one for some time now? Now is the hour. Rise Mist's faithful and comeforth and let the world, that would otherwise wake up when all is well, know that we are here and know that our time has come.

Yashilla of the North

[dadunmir]

Travelers be aware.  The storms have grown fierce as our Lady Doom exerts her might in these chaotic times.  

As my travels carried me to the northwestern part of Dregar, I encountered a large group of heroes bent on completing a task they had started.  As I continued my tour of the north, I happened to end up a travelor with them on board a vessel not well equiped for Mist's storms.  We were lost for what seemed days.  Many found themselves discomforted as the Lady of the Sea saw fit to land us upon the molten island.  I think more appropriately they should be more concerned with whom they travel when they themselves pledge allegiance to our enemies.

Tread cautiously on Mist's seas.  Choose your company wisely, choose your vessels wisely.  Be sure you are ready for the storms.

As a final note, I will add that travelors on Dregar should be cautious.  It appears the race of the dark elves have taken to making themselves more present on the surface lands, for whatever their reasons may be.


the Northern Tide

[dadunmir]

We have been vigilent and faithful. The storms of the day are our reward. All should be thankful for the cleansing destruction brings. I have seen our numbers grow and am encouraged by those willing to endure the times of our current age. The north has grown fierce, yes. All the more of a reminder of our Lady Doom's presence. What is more is that we have been honored here in the north by the presence of the twins. The tides, though constant, are always in motion.

Live fully in the time when we can be closest to our Lady of the Sea. May the storms wake your inner spirit that it may become in tune with Her own. Relish the opportunity for things to change and be made anew.

As the storms grow fiercer be mindful that our Lady is present amongst us.

Yashill of the North

NOTE: The "Notes From the North" are simply writing for the purpose of expressing the character's feelings.  They bare no truth or correlation to what may actually be happening in the world.  They are just written because I enjoy writing them

[dadunmir]

ATTENTION  those who call the north thier home...  
Let it be known, the Tide of the North will not grant mercy to those who trespass and not pledge loyalty to Mist.  Far too long have we been too kind to the people who walk this land.  What thanks have we received?  To those who claim that our storms bring unpleasantness, destruction, misery, and the like, let them receive such.  Freinds of our enemies are our enemies.  We will not tolerate those who plan to move against us.  The fury of the north shall be brought upon them as quickly as the mace can fall.  

Yashilla of the North [/i]  

[dadunmir]

The cruel wind bites as if the very cold of the north itself had teeth. I find myself needing a warmer cape. It is common for me to find my fingers numb and my other joints stiff. I now remember why I favored the storms of the seas.

Every so often I find myself burdened a bit more by the weight of the snow on my packs. So quickly are my tracks covered by the days fresh snow. Admittingly, I am pleased by trackless travel of the north. Though, I also must admit that frozen breads in my packs are not pleasant to chew through. Bring plenty of wood when you travel north. In my pack I also carry gifts for our allies. I make way now for warmer climate. Of course, I still travel north but the keep of Fisterion and Pyrtechons temple will not need the heavier cape. The lord of dragons has aided us greatly in the past and I mean to remind the temple of our thanks as I've done in the past.

The cold is not the only treachery that must be endured. There are the others as well. Well protected are the lands of the north. Clans of wildmen and giants must be navigated. It is a hope to one day to gain their allegiance to the aid of our cause. Be bold patrons of Lady Doom and in your wisdom be not afraid of your enemy but instead curious, for they may find that Lady Doom has as much to offer as her storms' destruction can take away. Remind yourself of that ever so often as I do when it is necessary that I draw to hand my implements of destruction.

Yashilla of the North

[dadunmir]

Suffering from a cough that is likely associated with a cold, Yashilla finds herself disoriented and frustrated as she consults some of her old maps. With names of towns and other locales changing she finds her maps need serious updating. An occasional sneeze interupts her views of the maps. She slowly finds herself refamiliarizing with the southern areas of Mistone. Travels have not been so difficult for the Tide in the past however, the problems in Hurm have forced her to take alternative routes between Mistone and Dregar. It is with great difficulty she finds herself in Krandor and sitting to write down her latest communicae to the temple.

Apparently, adventurers have taken to traveling in quite large groups. Have the times really turned that bad? She proceeds to finish her writing inside the inn over an ale and a warm meal. Her food so often frostbitten and stale, a hot plate special of the inn is more than welcome and desired. Yashilla had though that the inn was doing well for business. Yet, according to the staff things were slow and quiet. A brief conversation with the gentleman serving ale reminder her of some of her old exploits and she recalled how to go about getting to Dregar. With news of local giant activity on the rise, she found it best to perhaps have her travels coincide with the large adventuring party that seemed ever so present. Coincidently her travels were overlapping with their's it seemed.  

Strength in numbers seemed a wise bet and she must acknowledge the little contact she has had with the rest of the world. Perhaps a sabatical for a small adventure is overdue or even warranted. Her little contact with the rest of the world doesn't seem to hamper the spreading of a reputation. The bartender treated her with all the courtesies he thought appropriate for a Tide and the small adventuring group did not hide its trepidations about her presence.

Tucking it into a pouch, Yashilla will deliver her notes at a later date.