Behind the Eyes of Celgar Magnus.

[lunchboxkilla]

*left at his deck was a thick and very old book bound in a type of leather that has never been seen before. All the pages are hard to read due to how old they are yet there is one page with Fresh ink on it...*

Faerun.... It seems just a dream to me now... I have spent month on this plane wondering why I am here. Why did Lucinda chose me? Why?... The one question that huants me, maybe it will haunt me to my last breath...  I have been silent writing in my family's journals for a few reason. every thing I didn didn feel heroic to me. Every healing ever good deed... just didn't make the mark that I wanted to see. After recent event all that has changed. Half dragons running about in Hlint as other heros and my self make a last stand, Purple worms invading, and now drow. They all seem small to me when Lucinda has her eyes turned onto me. A small accdent that left 30 innocents dead... Truely a nightmare in its self. At night I lay in bed hugging my love tightly as i cry. Huanted by their screams as their souls were ripped from their body. It truly is a feat that i am not one of the many drunk that populate Krandors tavern... I have been atonningmy sins as much as i can. I have given Lady Serenity around thirty-thousand gold for her libary and another ten-thousand will be commign to her soon. I have helped people in the most simplest tasks. I have faced Orges in the haven mine and made sheild out of the iron and have given them away to Captian Garent for the Mistone army. I even died for people in a one sided battle so that they might win.
       As I write this I feel there is more that needs to be done... Get rid of this drow that as taken a death grip on the soul's of who we love, who we honor, and those that we call friends...But again this is all small compaird to Lucinda nad her punishment to me... I accept it, I will not lie to a god or drop to my knees begging for mercy, to do so would be showing i am not worthy to be one of her few accepted clerics...To do so would be me telling her to pike off.. I dug my own hole I must fill it..
       Another thing that has drawen my attention is the last of the dragons. Granted I was born into a family that had hunted these noble, yet evil, creatures. I have been wondering. I have read a few histroy books on Sinthar Bloodstone and the dragons that still draw breath on this plane maybe the key to ending this war...If they are not the key then they surely are gonna turn the tide into our favor. Knowing that Fistiron is the king of dragons and that he is a Red dragon, his attitude nature will mean death to me if I wish to seek consel with him...I must, on their own terms and rules, meet with each of his subjects and pray that they talk to him. Maybe this will get Fistiron's attention and he may send one of his follower, maybe a kin out to find me and we will meet. This idea maybe my down fall but for this land iand it's people I must be willing to take this.. Untill I feel that I am ready to talk to a creature that could end my life the same way they have to my father, I must get back on good terms with Lucinda.

-Celgar Magnus II      

At the bottem of th page is soem small writing... it seems to have been written 30 years ago and is not Celgar's hand writing.

"Sanity knows no limits when you see your path"
                                                               Talon Von Magnus, Slayer of Red queen

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*the next page is written around the drawing of os a clay golem.. It was a basic study. size shame width and how heavy each part is* My Love is gone... i got nothing.... Drow have taken every thign from me. I pray every moring and every night for Lucinda to show my path.. Seems My path is now lonely but its still one I must walk till I retrun to my home plane (world, land, time? I don't know any more..). Must not let my rage take control of my life... but it seems it has a few times...The undead of Broken have felt my anger very well.. Maybey I should train to become an undead slayer? Hmmm...I'm not sure...Last entry I left out that Spellgard has been taken by the drow and I am hearing about some gife by some Tel what ever they are is being used.. Well I know that this race is older or as old as the ground i walk. So this will be no good. I gotta write down in this more than once every 3 weeks or some thing..
Well I have to tackly that crazy bard and see if he can give Pristess Serenity some more gold for her libary.


Other news in my life I will be going out for Relics of the gods. I would love to seek out and study Lucinda's Relic(s).

Hmmm My age is getting to me... Maybe its all the channling of positive energy into healing... I don't know... Oh yeah my birthday is comming soon.. This will be great... I miss my father....

Lucinda grace me with your love.... Some day...

[lunchboxkilla]

Ok where do i start?

Not much going on since last entry... I been doing the standard Cleric stuff. Praying in the moring praying at night. Nothign huge.. I ben talking to a bard named Armon bout Lucinda and I lectured one of the goddess's new Clerics about the weave and listing to his songs. The shock and awe on his face was priceless when he first heard the harmony. Seem Heavy full plate does block it out. On other topics the new moon is starting to take a huge grip on my soul. A few people say I go crazy. I think i am because the last full moon i ended up in that dwarvish strong hold hissing and spitting like cat a few of the dwarves... When I came too I drops a bag of gold at their feet told them I was sorry and hurried back down the moutian in the cover of greater Sanc. I am pretty sure I wasn't drunk, I only drink willo-whiskey and that is a rare thing!

Well I have been talking about Ozy about the up comming visit to the Long Storm. Oh how I love that Blue dragon... she is a cute one. Hehe I swear if I wasn't so dedicated to Katren (even though is with them bastard drow..) I would be fawning over The Long Storm. I dug up all my platinum and gold bars for her. I'll be spending the new few days picking apples for her. I wanna see her on a good note not a bad one... Like poor Ozy being pinned under that green... The broken one he calls it.... Father I hope you understand that she maybe evil but in this time we need her help more than ever...

Oh I found this little drawing hissen deep with in my famlies journal... its a drawing of a black dragon hehe Pretty nice really... Maybe I'll add it to my personal logs..



*written in som one elses hand style*
"Mercy before me little one? You seek mercy before me? I am a dragon!"
Sliver Queen before Talon Von magnus

*Written in Celgar's*
I rember that day my father stood before her It was the day my father got a new friend. Hehe fond memories.

Lucinda light my path.

Celgar.


Tomas Vanbrace was the name of the new Cleric to Lucinda. Why did i forget it now?

Ugh Lucinda help me remember things please...

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Pain, death, suffreing, agony.

Words that follow my bloodline like a dog with it's master.
No Magnus has lived a peacful life.. They only get that in the bloody end. I sit here in my study alone. two more of my friends have fallen in this nightmare. Quin. The slef proclamed right hand champion of Toran. When news of his his passing finally came to me I lost it.. I dropped to my knees, tears in my eyes begging Lucinda to bring him back. I clawed at the earth below me thrashing about screaming it wasn't fare. Then just as i was about to lose contorl of my body Master Ozy wacked me in the side of my head. He told me he will never come back and I should give up before Lucina strikes a holy wrath on me. I knew what was gonna happen if he didn't stop me.
As for mirren I haven seen her in ages since the death of Quin. I assume the worse has happened and I pray that theri souls are one.

The same question keeps hitting me over and over... Why must I live while others die? Am I coward? Do I not seek the glorious death that my family has sought after?

Again Ozy in is many words has said I have not filled my role in this world...What role do i play? What can a Cleric like me do?
I can't do the things that the heros of Mistone have done... Just the idea of doing what they can do now shakes me...

two halflings have showen up in Hlint... .Nacklebiddle and Mibbibiddle... Brother and sister..

Seems that I may have killed their parents that unholy night that my word has riped their souls from their boides..... Still to this day I have never forgotten about it... Nor do I want to.. Last week I was in Pranzis and I got a tattos of each and every persons' name on my body that I have killed. I want to make sure that they will not be forgotten. The price of pain for the tattoo will never out weigh the pain that i have set on them both... maybe countless others.....

I'll be in heavy prayer later...

*Side note* I fiannly got to see the Blue dragon of Dregar. I got to see a dragon here on this land that wasn't ready to kill me.

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I finnly confronted the twin gnomes and told them about what had happened... It killed me when I saw the pain on their faces... I never ment to do it I really did... What else they saiud scared my mind and my soul for as long as they both last.. I told them they were sorry... I should of told them I know their pain... My parents were taken from me at a young age.. Father was bitten in half by a red dragon that was sent to kill him... A dragon doing an assassination... My mother... died slowly and painfuly when Waterdeep was hit with a sickness... A paladin of a Faerun god kicked her in the face and with a flaming iron poker he branded her a whore by order of his temple.. She solwly died from the festering wound in her hand and the sickness the took hold of her... Before her passing my beother was taken in by my uncle... the same man i have had a huge distrust for so packing what little items i had i ran off into the streets...That was when i was 10 years old... I was a murder a their and and a Ruffian till i hit 18 and found a hidden cult.. Now I am not saying Lucinda is a cult here but bnack on my world it was.. That is how I have fallen for the order... its been 10 years I have found redemtion for my youthful past and sstill seeking atonement for my curren mistakes.... Afther all this and ll that has happened... Thoughs of wishing I was never born have slipped into my mind...But...The dragon of my dream has choosen me and so has Lucinda. For what that is still blury..

If I truely have doen great wrong in this world I am sure Lucinda would of banished me off this world or have met my end slowly and painfuly... I know mother still loves me and I am willing to prove to her that i am one of her Accepted Clerics again.
*the pens seemed to draw a line that turns into the mark of the weave*

My mind is wandering again... Guilt weighs me down... It is a very heavy burdin... I hope I live long enough to atone... Undo all that i have doen wrong and maybe settel down and rase a family... With who? Maybe Kat... I'm hopelessly in love with her... And I am willing to wait for her in the next life if I must. Damn that drow... Threaten me again and I will make sure his face is one with my golem's fist...


Again I must keep my mind level this was part of my training....


Things are never the same any more... new faces new voices...The old ones have all but faded away from my memory...
Plen and Bris had a wedding that well dug up old wounds when I saw Kat in that dress...


Come on celgar... Focus here...

I will sink back inot meditation maybe stop sleeping all together till my mind is back to being focused again...

I must remember I hold people's lives with a single word a small phrase and they are saved or doomed..

How far is my path where does it end? What must I do in order to see that end?



Celgar magnus...

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Pranzis... Slap a port to the far east and this city would easly remind me of Waterdeep.

I sunck away from krandor in the cover of dark... Ran my feet raw from the running. The one thing that i have donee since i was little... run... But i have never ment this as running from my problems. I like to work out running to the point that i must stop rip my boots off and slap Salve on my raw feet. Its one of the little things in life that I enjoy. When I run I feel free... Any ways my last jog brought me to Port Hampshire..An Undriven force pushed my bloody feet to the docks where I hopped a boat to Karthy... from there I ran through Rilara and well... I'm now in the middle of Pranzis.. with the few prayers I got left over and using my sheild I have gone back to my old life of living in the streets... this time I have choosen it. Feeling the warmth of myyouth again I did what came natrual to me... I dreessed my sefl up as a begger and ended the day with a nice bag of gold.. Which is going to end up in an agelss bard's hand's for a libary. Greed is one thing that never clamed my soul. Sure I'll dream about having lots of diamonds and other rare exotic gems.. but they have a lure that seems to grab the very foundations of my soul and pull them to me.

My father was the same way before me. After one of his raids on a dragon lair when he was my age he found a ruby... It was huge about 3 inches in diameter and as round as a ball... I remember seeing him stting in his chair, smoking his pipe and staring at it for hours and hours just like the little green that he killed to get it. As he told me...

As for gems I had a friend, that will remain nameless if any one ever get their hands on this book, make me a small round ball out of Alexandrite. The other night as it was ouring down... I set my sheild up in an all, light my lantern and staered at the small gem all night tilll moring.

I wish there was a place in this world ... some spot far hidden away from heros, demons and bloodstone.. There i could find the peace that i seek....

*he looks up to watch a few riders on horses race by*

No there will never be peace in my life... I have a burden.... I do not run from it... Comming here to Pranzis.. I am simply seeking a state of peace before I walk the path of hell once more...

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*the word are hard to read and are botched all over the page*


This................ I wish I could see clearly this night.........................Mind gone............ madness............... Ugh..

*The rest is hard to make out it's written in some other lanuage and is damn near impossble to make out what it is*



I blacked out again... What has happened to my mind?...

Am I losing it? The last few pages were total nonsence...

*celgar leans back and pulls of his Clergy hood to be shocked and awed at the color of his long hair*

Now i have seen every thing *In a very quick hand writing* My hair was brown, now it's silver... what in nine hells is going on here? Where is that damned Bard when I need him?...

Log entry.... What the hell...

*he chucckles a bit to him self to ease the shock*

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I feel the life growing back into my soul. I have helped recovered  2 relics of the gods... One belongs to the Archer, Goddess Ilsare. A golden arrow. The second one Goddess of the seas, Shindaleria. A very odd snow globe. What is even more stranger is what Matt said about these items... They were mere toy's to these gods... Mere toys... But the power and mystries are boggling... also what is shocking is these may (or may not) be from when they used to be mortal... That was an eye opener right there for me..
Questions flood my mind..

Lucinda was mortal and walking about this world?...May she have taken the same steps as i am doing now? Where did she go? who were her friends? Are they the gods she is alinged with now?.. Many more flood my mind and yet I sit back and smile to my self for the first time.. Alone.. It has been the first time I have felt happy being alone here. The knowledge of doing some good has hit me...
Now if i can hold Kat in a loving embrace one more time... That is for later..

*on the botte, right corner of the page written and another handrighting and almost as old as the book it's self*
Oath of a Magnus. Hunters of the evil wyrms.

Turn to the east there you'll find the silver queen.
Never fear your prey even if they have the upper claw.
Seek death by a dragon you shall
Never harm a dragon that doesn't intend to harm you.
Turst your friend as you would your own family.
When the final blow is given always honor your pray's last wishes.
Never disgrace a dragon no matter how evil they are.

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Today I have extened my hands to the toran followers in a small hope that there will be peace between Lucinda and Toran...
I remember back a long time ago that Quin (A toran follower and good friend of mine) and I wished to seek peace between our gods. Sadly he passed away before we could do any thing... There was a meeting between the followers of Rolfirein and Troan. So seeking ears witht he toran followers I offered them what I could and that was aid in thier fight with a long forgotten god. I told themn I do not speak for Lucinda but being one of her Clerics she may take a notice and MAY see eye to ey with toran... Or maybe Toran will offer his hand in prace to her.. I do not know the way of gods... I just follow them...


Lucinda... I did this for the greater good... not my self not becuse I have dishonored you... I did this for every one living on this land... I just hope you see it that way mother..

Celgar Magnus

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Last quest with mat has left my mind frial and very buggered... God were mortals and now this come to mind... A god was never born a god... they did what Milara is doing as i write this they accend to the heavens...and here is where in lies the Insanity of it all... I think I have a good theory on hos Xeen came into this wolrd as a goddess... It was indeed my mother, Lucinda and Corath..
At one time this world had peace... before the "elder" gods wared with each other there must of been peace... Peace so long ago...
Any ways theorys were made and yet this maybe proof here... Maybe if Matt find the locations of the Corath Relic and Lucinda Relic....
I must keep my head dow and mout shut till it is time to speak...
Lucinda I know you can read this though your own blessing and My faith will never wane for you, in fact is has grown stonger each day that I live.


A side note I shall be Lucinda;s Representive in trying to one day unite the gods and restort peace to their lives... not I must choose another to join me....

Celgar.

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It was an odd move on my own behalf. I reitired from every thing. I locked my tight and patted Mercy's arm "Time to play is over boy" he knew what it ment. It seems as if the big guy was saddened that he wouldn't go out and join me in what seems to be the thrill of battle for him. Its strange thinking that Golmes hav emotion but it seems he was showing signs of intellgance that day. Long for for the decision Master Ozy explaned every thing to me about my summons but there was on quirt in the spell. instead of pullong some mindless golem to aid my... My love and care for the golem named Mercy was transfered into the body. I dout this is ture but I will keep on calling the stong behomith Mercy. Maybe it is true becaise the other night while fighting undead in the curesed Broken forest I found some thing strange in this "New" golem. he started to sing.  I'm very sure I wasn't mad at the time but he sang, really poorly infact. It seems like that golem i summoned the fisrt day and named him. Maybe it really is ture that when I pull a golem from another plane that he has that little spark of life I called  mercy. Any ways... I gave Mercy a very Simple task. Put my gold bars in the back, they were getting in my way. He seemed to smile and enjoy the labor. Odd really odd. Celgar leans back in his chair and watchs the golem pick up the gold mars and wander off into the other room with great care as if it was holding a child. He laughed a bit and smiled to him self. Mercy has been there though thick in thin. there were times I would cry seeing him in an almost dead state. I know the battle doesn't hurt him but it still breaks my heart when I see him lumbering up to me from a battle holding an arm and half his cheast missing begging for more... He's a friend not a slave. Always was, always will be.

Yes back to my psudo retriment. Some thing told me to just give up and make a quiet life for your self... But my stubbronness always get the best of me.. He lays a strange amulet on the desk. A few days ago I caught wind of some little strange quest involving magic and well The blood got kicking again. Fought a battle that made me grin even though I died in the end. Cel chucckles to him self as he hears the protesting of his golem in the other room. "Must of gotten stuck in a door away again.... He knows not to damage my home so he'll just sit and wait... Or do that neat trick golems do wtih their bodies" ,he said to him self and went back to writing.

Well after that quest I felt as if I was 22 travling with that varvan back on Faerun.  I headed back to hlint with my head held high and saw something.... Kat was with child. Indead of feelin sorrow knowing I will never hold her in my arms again, I felt joy for her. We exchanged friendly banter and my heart told me move on, Love her as a friend. I gave her a nice blessing and was on my way till I met her.. Kira was her name. A little shy but she seemed to have that one smile that melted my hear at it's core... Plus I'm suck a sucker for red heads...
 
"I'm such a dog" ,Cel says to him self and chucckles "But some day I'll have a family a son, a daughter, and a loving wife"

"That reminds me..." he says to him self. He got up and wiggled past the golem stuck in the door wa to his bed room. "Be quiet and stay Mercy" he whispered to his golem and opened the door to another room. There she was sleeping soflty huddled in corner "Strange lass" he whipsered to him self and pulled a blanket and pillow drom his dresser. He gently lifted her up and placed her head  onto pf the pillow and placed a blanket ofer her "There you go" he wispered and as quietly as he came her left. "home Mercy" he said and waved a hand at the golem. Mercy quickly placed the gold mat at it's feet and was shifted back to his plane. Celgar quickly picked up the gold bar and used it as a book end on one of his many book shelves. "Yes where was I?" ,he asked him self as he looked over his journal.

Kira was her name. She was blessed with the weave it seems.. I can hear it ecco off her soul like some blissful and intoxicating  melody. Wonferful really. Lets hope I don't go crazy.

Celgar starts to laugh soflty as he snuffs one of 3 candles on his desk with his bare finger tips.

Well it seems I found one moce chance to slip away from the curse of my bloodlines and find tha dream of mine.

He snaps his fingers and a flame burns brightly on the formly lit candle "Simple magic tricks... maybe I'll learn to to weild magic like an archmage some day" he sighs and adds the last bit of notes.

Lucinda Bless Kat, her daughter, and Kira..

Whats next is a few arcne runes he copied from a magic missle scroll and a rubbing of a protection rune he made while in the temple of spellgrad durning is manny travles.

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"For the best, I guess", Celgar said with a heavy heart as he puts a thick adamantium lock on his old book. "Put it on the top of the book case where i can't get at it Faith" he ordered his Shield golem as he hands off his old journal. He turns to give Kira a smile who was watching him from the door way holding a book "I have to write down soe thing, I'll be with you in a moment hun," he smiles at her again and watches her walk off to her room. He quietly sits down in fron to his desk with a brand new book.

The other day was rather amzaing for me. The weave was being absorbed by a mad little halfling. Golems made of gems running amok. Sand, Connor, Kira, Bil, Lia, Syn and my self fought with the world hanging in the balance. We faced a strong army of water elementals mixed with Golems, traps, and Mind flayers. As we got deeper into the Mad halflings cave the weave was getting weaker and weaker. We found out why.... The little halflinf was sucking the weave into him and with a flick of a wrist and a hand full of gems he made golems... After painfuly putting the gomes to rest we followed him into the realm of the underdark. There we confronted more mind flayers and a very nasty giant worm. As we walked down into the hive mind chambers we talked amongst our selves what to do... I dropped to my knees and prayied lucinda for guidance and poof.... She her self showed up.

Celgar shook his head he was still in shock "But I know that was her... The air was calm and the song of the weave surpassed that of Allurial" he said to him self and went back to writing.

Being good naturted my self I didn't want to kill the mad halfling... I quickly Informed mother of situation and she told me in her stat she can not save him unless there was another. When I heard that I heard  the songs of my calling.  Grabbing he halflings hand and taking what I though was my last look at my friends i dipped my hands into the pool, Lucinda did the same. I remember there was a lot of pain but after that I felt light and free.... But What happend to me before the dragon dream I do not know... just a void... I remember being miserble while I was here but now I feel free and happy...It feels good...

Celgar stared to make a careful drawing of woman with wings and eyes that hold limitless knowledge leaning over a mand and holding hugging him as he held onto her legs. his face was in a state of peace and seemed very happy to be there.

When he finished he smiles and closes the book and walks off into Kira's roo to help her read her new book she found.

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//removed for lets just say I had a bad writer's block here