Author Topic: The chronicles of Sharhar (Read 2419 times)

havoc · « **on:** September 03, 2005, 08:07:00 PM »

Two books sit one on each side of young woman. She is to all appearences a human, but her elven father's blood is clear in the shape of her ears and the golden hue of her eyes. A look of deep concentration graces her face as she painstakingly writes in the third book on her lap.

The first page is a brief account as to why she has begun the book.

havoc · « **Reply #1 on:** September 03, 2005, 08:10:00 PM »

Centered on the first page reads:

This is the story of
Sharhar Cul'lair

Tracker of small things.

It has come to my attention I am not as smart as those around me. So to help me remember things I will be writing it down.

havoc · « **Reply #2 on:** September 24, 2005, 02:44:00 AM »

*The Critter*

I had wandered into the forest on my own again. Not the smartest move on my part but I did it anyway. Well the rotten dead shadow things followed me into Hope. I lay there upon the path more dead than alive, scared and to be honest very angry. When before me appeared this critter. I was less afraid of the critter than I should have been, mostly because I was almost dead anyway and I felt all floaty and ghostlike. So anyway this critter says to me that I could be alive and well again, and then I was. The critter says to me that in payment of making me better I must do something. I must get a Hawthorne candle.

I think to myself... a candle can't be all that hard to come by.... so I agreed.

Also right up there with going into the forests all alone. Yet I am an elf-kin of my word and so I go about trying to learn what I can of Hawthorn candles.

You would think more people knew of these things. It took me 4 days to find anyone who knew about them, and they knew nothing of candles just of Hawthorns. Nice folks that they were they lead me back into the forest.... much easier when you have sufficient numbers...and showed me these plants and told me they were hawthorns. I picked all there was to pick and wrapped them in a cloth and put them in the magic chest at the bank for safe keeping until I could figure out what next to do.

neigh unto a month passed, and still I knew only that I had collected some Hawthorn specimens, fearing they would disappear or rot away I checked them each day. I was getting very nervous about it all I expected the critter to come for the candles, and I had no candles to give and the critter was most ferocious and powerful enough to heal me it was most assuredly powerful enough to do me great harm.

So I continued to search for anyone who might know of these things. I left notices about and asked my friends and strangers. It came to me one day that another was searching for these Hawthornes, for banishing of some sort of evil. I agreed to meet with the man, his name was Quantum, I had met him once before but he did not seem to recognize me, which was fine the last time I met him I was again about to bleed to death and pretty pathetically sitting near a tree hoping to live long enough to remember the really bad swear work Ozy had taught me several months ago. Being a good hearted soul he lent me a bit of magicing and I survived. Because of this I agreed to give over to him all the hawthornes I had in the magic chest at the bank. I have not heard if his mission was successful or not as yet but I am sure one of his powers must have been.

This presents a great problem for me. I have not found out any more of the candles, and now I have no Hawthorns again. I am in luck this time for I had friends who were willing to join me in a Hawthorn gathering expedition into the forests.

Once again I had more Hawthorn but no more idea of what to do with them than I had before. With nothing to go on and no idea where to turn I head off to Black ford Castle there is a big library there full of books and Ozy is there quite often. I left him a note tucked in a book, I wonder if he ever found it...

I continued my search and joined may expeditions out into the country side and into areas I will not willingly go again. On on such journey I was travelling with my dear friend Xan. He and I often go exploring together and I enjoy his company greatly. Deep within a tunnel in a strange and scary place we are running from huge spiders and were surprised by another soul who it appeared had the elimination of the spiders as a personal goal. Greatfully accepting his aid in the killing of the spiders, Xan and I back track out of the tunnel. We had not gone so far when this beautiful young bat fluttered around my head. Bats are not normally that curious about people wandering in their tunnels, but this bat was extraordinary.

It also had this string tied to its foot, and tied to the string was a scrap of parchment. Most unusual for bats. It took me three tries but I charmed the bat into landing upon my arm, and released it from the string. The moment the sting fell loose the bat took off.

*the ink smears a little, it is obvious that the author had dozed off while writing.*

havoc · « **Reply #3 on:** October 18, 2005, 04:11:00 AM »

She knelt beside his bed. Holding his hand, she presses the back of his hand against her cheek. Her worry prompted her to call on higher powers for him.

“Dorand? Can you hear me?”

Looking around she sees nothing, her gaze returns to Noss’ face.

“Dorand?? You don’t know me, but that’s ok, I’m only an elf, but you do know Nossyla. He’s been hurt…………..badly. Evil has touched your faithful. He’s a good dwarf. He needs your help.

Please don’t take him………I couldn’t bear it……I just couldn’t.

A single tear traces down her face as she closes her eyes and pours her whole being into the prayer.

I know you don’t owe me any notice….but he is important to me…please make him better…Please.

Not knowing what else to say to Nossyla’s God, she lapses into silence. After a time she wipes her face on her sleeve and returns to the kitchen for clean water.

The forest and Nara called. She had to leave the house, but she was reluctant to do so. Only after securing Brit’s solemn word that he would not leave him alone not even for a moment did she go.

havoc · « **Reply #4 on:** October 21, 2005, 12:44:00 AM »

The moon sinks low in the horizon. Shar sits quietly beside Nossylas bedside. Her worry clouds her eyes. He was not getting better. Slowly she dipped a soft cloth in a nearby basin. Wringing the excess water out she bathes his brow. Every few hours she repeated the process....bathes his face drip water on his lips quietly read to him.
Wake up....don't go away....

havoc · « **Reply #5 on:** October 22, 2005, 05:21:00 PM »

Noss is getting better...slowly. He gave me my book back, he had my name put on the cover. I am so proud of my book. He told me that I should trust my memory and not depend on my book to remember things for me. I'm not sure I can do that.

Things are so confusing. I have already mixed up some things that happened here lately.
Brit and Ireth got married and they were really happy for a while. Then this other thing happened, Ozy tried to explain it to me doors and houses and keepers and children and things, but I'm not sure I understand. I do understand that Ireth has been poisoned and that a very powerful guy doesn't care that she is married already and will try to take her away from Brit. I am angry about that. Seeing my brother so hurt bothers me greatly.

I went in during the night to Noss's room again, just to check on him. I prayed to Dorand again too. Before I left I whispered my heart to Noss. I know he was sleeping, he sleeps more now, while he heals.

I spend more time hunting with Pendar, and with Rolf. Both are dear friends. I asked them both about how to go about seeking Dorand, both told me that his temple is in Lar. I foolishly tried to go there on my own. I only survived the gem monster by crawling in a fussure in the rock. The agony of that still wakes me in a sweat in the night.

Mith found me, bleeding to death near the water near Fort Valensk. Not only was I heading in the wrong direction I now owe my survival that day to someone I distrust. I still distrust him, even though Kai has told me that he is not a bad guy. Time will tell I guess.

I still need to find the temple of Dorand. Jet told me he would take me to Lar someday. I plan on going when that happens. I need to finish the shield I am making as a God gift to him. He spared Noss. I just wish I knew more about Dorand but I will do as Noss said and trust my heart to do the right thing. I have tried several times to make the shield. So far I just ruined the metal. I spent close to 12 hours cleaning up the mess I made. Maybe I am reaching too high.

havoc · « **Reply #6 on:** November 01, 2005, 08:58:00 PM »

(place holder for rp that is not ready to post.)

havoc · « **Reply #7 on:** November 01, 2005, 09:04:00 PM »

I have decided that I need to spend some time in Lars. I need to learn about Dorand, away from the family and from the chaos that is Hlint lately.

My heart has wings, Noss and I had a long talk. We may never be able to be together, but now...Now I know we will never be apart. I am afraid of what will happen in the coming moons. I fear that Dorand will reject me. I also fear The Runner will react badly to my leaving his service. I do not know what will actually become of me, but for the tiny sliver of hope that Noss and I may someday be able to be together I would risk angering not one but two gods.

I shall be leaving during the darkest hours, so none of the family can talk me out of doing this alone. They are each so very dear to me. This is something I must do alone.

I have even forgone returning to learn what the elves knew. I hope those who took the oath and understand the history that was found, find a way to complete that task. I took the oath like the rest, but it was not one made with my heart. I do not believe I would be of any use to them now. My mind is too clouded and my wants too great to endanger all others for my own selfish ends.

I have written a note to Noss, so he knows I did not leave forever and so he would not worry. I know he will anyway, but he and I know what is at stake. What in the end must be done.

havoc · « **Reply #8 on:** November 14, 2005, 01:47:00 PM »

The page is smudged with a dark red along with the ink. The writing is readable, but the skill it usually contains seems to be missing something.

Its so cold here. I hit my hand with my crafting tool, funny I never felt it. I don't know if any of the bones inside are broken.

I have failed again to make the shield. I will not give up but I am almost out of food and I am dizzy often from the cold.

I went to the temple again. Again no one was there beyond the guardian at the doorway. He no longer even watches me.

havoc · « **Reply #9 on:** November 14, 2005, 03:05:00 PM »

Deep in the night her hands raw and frozen and bloody. She drags her last four ingots of copper to the forge. Exhaustion fatigue and hunger claw at her resolve. She begins the technique she had learned slowly she worked her arms ached and her head pounds, yet she continues.

Her mind clouds and then she finds herself standing by the anvil. There in her hand is the shield. Its not made of finely crafted metal but simple copper. The detailing simple but precise. Her god gift is complete. Now to take to the temple.

She turns and falls to the floor in a heap.

havoc · « **Reply #10 on:** November 16, 2005, 01:07:00 AM »

Slowly she wakes. Her body stiff and sore.

She calls for Nara. Once more Nara does not come. Tears make smudges down her face.

Doing her best to concentrate she tries to summon the simple healing spell but as the words come to her lips, the advice given reminds her that she can no longer use these gifts. Dragging her pack near she rummages in it hoping that there is still some food and a healing potion.

Taking inventory she finds she has two loaves of bread, one canteen of water mostly frozen, and two healing potions. In the other bag is an assortment of items that she normally carries, and some tools.

Her shield was done and her supplies would not get her home. They would bring her close, she hoped. It was such a long way. She was all alone.

"Don't borrow trouble. There is enough to go around " She mutters to herself.

Slowly she settles her belongings on her person and takes up the shield.

It takes her a very long time to get to the temple, and once there she avoids the look of pity on the guards' face.

Kneeling within the temple her body shakes with cold and encroaching illness.

"Hello Dorand? Are you there today? It's me Sharhar again. I have here the shield I promised you. See?"

Lifting the shield and twisting it in the dim light. The action brings on a fit of coughing and she curls in on herself and rides the wave of agony it brings.

" 'scuse me,"
Siting up straighter she returns to her conversation with the god she isn't sure will even listen to a foolish little elf.

"You may not even remember I made the promise, but I did, and you saw to it that Nossyla got better. So I made this for you just like I said I would. "

Leaning the shield against a nearby rock she isn't sure what to do now.

"Dorand? Will Nara ever come back to me? I don't miss the magic much, but I do miss my bear. He is a good bear and even if I never get him back I hope that he is happy and cared for, I'd be much relieved to know you would look after him. Hes not quite grown yet and well young bears don't always listen to reason."

Looking around she waits for a moment, hoping for some kind of sign that her words were heard. Something.
After a few minutes she slowly and painfully gets to her feet.

"Thanks again for making Nossyla better. He means so much to me. I'm going home now. I'll try to come back someday."

As she exits the temple she looks up into the night sky.

havoc · « **Reply #11 on:** January 02, 2007, 08:44:54 PM »

She awoke once more in the frozen temple of Dorand. Nara was lost to her, and would not come to her call.
Panic settled deep within her, she realized that time had passed while she was in the snow, how much time, she didnt have any idea,she was afraid to even learn.

It was another week before she got the courage to step from the ice and seek answers among the living. 6 years had come and gone, 6 years gone like a blink of an eye.

She returned to the temple,unknowing the fate of her dwarven family. Not sure she was strong enough to return to Hlint to find out.

havoc · « **Reply #12 on:** January 21, 2007, 07:55:41 PM »

Nothing is the same. those I once cared for do not recognize me. My family is scattered and I have not seen them but once since I have been home. I have made a few new friends in the time I have been here. The humans have this strange habit of tossing magic at a body, scares me to bits everytime. Why do they not ask, or at least let you know whats coming so you can be prepared. I seem to have lost more then I realized when I went to Dorand,I have no idea if he is happy with having an elf as a follower, but Nara is well again and with me. He isnt full grown yet and can not abide Ogres. Silly Bear.
I have been working quite hard to improve my skills. I even bought a new ox. Not sure what to call this one. Penolope maybe or Sugarbelle. I dont know why I keep naming them, but I do.

havoc · « **Reply #13 on:** February 02, 2007, 02:01:41 PM »

Went hunting with Dalan, he has helped me a good deal and is helping me with my Dwarven. I think I'm getting better.

havoc · « **Reply #14 on:** February 02, 2007, 02:05:20 PM »

Spoke to Erk again a few days ago. He helped my write out a notice to put in the Inn to sell some of my extra weight. I'm not sure I like having this independent contractor thing. I hope its curable. I am sure its all the magic being splashed about, I just know it. Erk said being this thing is not a bad thing. I trust him. So I shouldn't worry I guess. Its kinda scary not knowing what you have. If I keep working it will manifest itself or so I am told. Lets hope it doesnt make my hair fall out.

havoc · « **Reply #15 on:** February 20, 2007, 05:12:49 PM »

I am getting pretty good at Dwarven these days. I have also learned a great deal about crafting. I am pleased by my progress.

havoc · « **Reply #16 on:** February 25, 2007, 04:05:31 PM »

I have been quite pleased with my progress today. I made so many arrows. I also learned 4 new words in Dwarven. Soon I shall be speaking like any other 4 year old dwarf. Yes Dorand smiles on me.

havoc · « **Reply #17 on:** March 14, 2007, 06:03:32 PM »

*Sitting in a tree she carefully wraps and perserves 3 roses. Her smile is soft as she remembers getting them. A blush creeps over her cheeks as she thinks of the man she has given her heart to.*

havoc · « **Reply #18 on:** March 28, 2007, 04:51:33 PM »

Erik has asked me to marry him.

I gladly said yes.

Now... to figure out what it is I'm supposed to do.

I talked to Grena and she said I'm supposed to whack him over the head and take him home with me.

Erik said he would get me a ring, I don't know if I am supposed to get him one too. Dalan and Gilshem said they would help me make one. I will try, I have never made rings before.

Gilshem ... I will have to ask him when he helps me make beer.

havoc · « **Reply #19 on:** March 31, 2007, 09:17:29 AM »

**The oil lamp left little light, but she didnt want it any brighter. It had taken some effort to get him to lie down and sleep as it was she wasnt going to awaken him while she wrote.**

I am not sure Grena was right, but I saw him there in the market and my heart jumped about in my chest so hard I just couldnt think.

He looked so handsome, so tall and then he smiled at me and I just couldnt stand it any longer. I rushed to him and his welcome melted me into a puddle of nerves.

I considered using a bucket but I wasn't sure how hard I had to whack him for it to be proper.

I decided on the shovel. Caught him just infront of his left ear. It left such a sick looking bruise. I should have waited until we got closer to the house.
It took much too long to get him home and now his face is a yellow and purple bruise all along his cheek. running him into the tree didnt help but that one wasnt my fault, he staggered and I tripped. This getting married thing is harder then it looks. Now that I'm married, I have no idea what I'm supposed to do. I hope that is all that's required as I dont ever want to whack him with a shovel again.

Nossyla came home again. Reitred dwarfs are forever disappearing and reappearing without warning. I had begun to fear he was dead. Now if only Argos would show up soon, I can stop worrying about him.