Author Topic: Tyrian Baldu'muur... Letters Never Sent (Read 7501 times)

merlin34baseball · « **Reply #100 on:** December 20, 2006, 07:49:24 PM »

*picks up her quill as she watches her two boys sleep in a pile, hogging the bed*

They have been having a grand time together. The docks by day and the Arms by night to watch the bards spin their tales. I think they've been even going into the woods. I told Creighton to be careful and not to go to far. I do know that Creighton shan't let anything happen to the boy...

*smiles*

I have been working away during the times that they are out. There is but one room left in the Inn, and our crafting is getting better and better. Soon I shall have back most of the Trues that I spent on the Inn. It might take a while but tis a goal of mine.

No one has died recently, but I stil dare not to take off the black. Seems whenever I do there is a new death. I guess black shall be my color until I am taken someday, to protect those I love. They had better not burry me in it though... something nice, silver or white I think. Or perhaps instead of a burrial I should like a pyre, send me away with the fire I trusted to keep me safe in life, Aye thats it.

*looks at what she wrote, stops, puts down the journal and leaves for Pranzis to work silver*

merlin34baseball · « **Reply #101 on:** December 30, 2006, 10:06:56 AM »

*comes in tired but triumphant*

I went on a grand adventure this eve. Traveled most of Dregar with Quantum, Silverhand, Starr, Erk, and an ecentric man who refered to himself in third person all the time though I cannot remember his name. I can feel new power close to comming to me through the weave. Poor Erk died four times, bad luck. We should have known it would be a hard fought night as there were graves everywhere we went, practically stumbled over at least one or two in every dungeon we went into. I only fell once thankfully and the bloody mother did not touch my soul.

Creighton and Chaynce have been traveling a bit farther from home as Chaynce can walk farther and farther with each day. They took a boat ride to Port Hampshire last week. I think they had the time of their lives. I used the time while they were gone to keep up on my business venture with Miss Mylindra.

Speaking of Miss Mylindra, she sees to be a popular lass. I have gentlemen asking me where she is constantly. I even had to deliver flowers to her the other day. I hope she makes wise descisions when it comes to these suitors. I don't know if she has alot of experience with men. Oh well if they hurt her they'll have to deal with me, don't think they'd like that! They seem genuine enough though, so I'm not worried.

I think I have now made a lasting enemy... The bloody Count Czukay ran up after a friend had fallen and scooped up her blood into that infernal skull of his. I drew my blades and screamed for him to back off. He acted like it was the most normal thing in the world... I cannot stand the sight of the man, nor can Mylindra. She spit on him in town, I don't think that went over well with her temple. It was only a couple of days later Barion came asking to speak with her about the incedent. I think the issue was resolved though. I still won't let the man walk freely through town without voicing my displeasure that he still draws a breath. Ha there's no one to tell me what to do!

*closes her journal, picks up her gem crafting tools and heads to the craft hall*

merlin34baseball · « **Reply #102 on:** January 10, 2007, 06:29:32 PM »

*comes home after a long night of moving furniture*

Some god blessed my hand. After destroying, I mean really destroying an enchanted diamond the night before, I set a beautiful gem in a beautiful ring. Twas an exeptional Ring of Wisdom. I wonder if another exists in this land, and from the price I got for it I doubt it. Mylindra and I used it to buy another house on Dregar, for us. Now we are free to port back and forth as we wish. I have tryed to get Creighton to come and see it but he seems content with Leilon, him and Chaynce have so much fun there.

Axodeth changed the locks on 101 Hlint without tellin me. I thought he was a friend. I have not seen him in ages, so I know not what I could have done to offend him. I was simply using the house to store ore near the smithy. I allowed no one else in and no one could get to his things anyway. I don't think I will be too pleased when I see him again. I was an honorary Stonecutter, I guess I see what family means to him. I just want my bloody ore, and somehow I shall get it. Twas 86 nuggets of silver, has he any idea what that means to my business?

*sets the book down with an angry look on her face*

merlin34baseball · « **Reply #103 on:** January 19, 2007, 05:31:11 PM »

*picks the book up off of the table and begins to write*

Seems it was some sort of misunderstanding about the locks. Axodeth was good enough to send me a bird letting me know I would have my silver back, smelted even! Perhaps I am too easy to anger sometimes.

Creighton and Chaynce have been spending all of their time together, tis a beautiful thing to see. I see that Creighton is not going to let his son be without a father. Tis grand!

Though... I find myself growing apart from him. I am out so much with my business, collecting things for crafting and earning coins. I, I do not see him much. I need to speak with him on this. I am unsure if I can or am being a good wife, but I cannot ignore my business and stay at home. Perhaps we might be better off as friends raising our son...

*the quill trails off the page*

merlin34baseball · « **Reply #104 on:** January 26, 2007, 04:54:06 PM »

*picks up the journal, her cheeks streaked with tears*

And so it ends...

Tis my binding Will.

When I meet her for the last time...

*throws the book against the wall and walks out of the Inn*

merlin34baseball · « **Reply #105 on:** February 01, 2007, 10:17:52 PM »

*picks up her journal before setting off to Willows Weep*

I shan't let her take me. I have to much to live for.

*looks at Chaynce sleeping in the bed*

I taught him to cast a cantrip today... It took some work but he can now cast light when he is afraid of the dark. He grows so big. He is now seven.

*she kisses his cheek as she packs her pack for a long journey*

merlin34baseball · « **Reply #106 on:** February 10, 2007, 09:32:38 AM »

*takes her journal down from the shelf*

I have grown in power recently, the spells come quicker and easier to me when I learn them. I, I might be at the height of my power, for I must travel safer areas to avoid the soul mother. No bother though, I shall concentrate on my business. I shall not be making any rash decisions that bring the soul mother closer to me.

The Inn may be remodeled soon. Bigger rooms for the quests and nicer rooms for us as well. I am very excited for the dwarven builders to stop by and estimate the costs. They have a gnomish formen though so I am a bit worried. I don't want the Inn to fall over once they are done.

Erk and I are going back to investigate the former lair of a black dragon. Jennara and I went there once after the fall of Blood to make sure the dragon had not returned. A group of us went there for platinum and none of them even seemed to know about the former resident. Erk went to investigate and it seems as if things may have changed a bit down there. I could not go as far as he did as I had no more invisibility spells to cast. We shall return soon so I may look for changes.

Chaynce is growing fast. His eighth birthday is comming soon. I have taught him a few more spells, mind you ones he can't burn the house down with! He looks alot like his father, the elvish blood hardly visable.

*she hears a spell being cast dowstairs and a crash and a yelp*

Bah, I must go, perhaps I shouldn't have taught him flare...

*the pen trails off*

merlin34baseball · « **Reply #107 on:** February 11, 2007, 08:53:25 PM »

*comes in after a long day trying to find rangers of Folian*

Nepp is dead.

*she looks at the four children curled up in a pile on her bed*

I recieved a bird from Drogo today saying that Nepp fell in Storans Crypt for the last time. He never did learn... Tis one more friend who has gone to see the mother. I went and fetched Ash and his children and moved them to the Inn. I still have not told the children, I don't really know how.

I, I have decided that the children should be raised by rangers. Ash and Nepp were both devote followers of Folian, and I believe that they would be happy with this decision. When they look down from wherever they are I think they would rather see their children playing in Folians Grove than in the streets of Leilon.

I shall wake early on the morn and again seek out a ranger of Folian. Perhaps I shall hang signs in the Inns. It might make it easier for me, tracking rangers is not, well, what I'm good at.

*she puts the quill down and lays down next to the pile of sleeping children, falling fast asleep with her arms trying to hold them all at once**

merlin34baseball · « **Reply #108 on:** February 23, 2007, 02:11:34 PM »

*finds her quill stuck into a lock on her crate and laughs*

What shall I do with them? So full of energy.

I caught the four of them trying to sneak on a boat bound for Velansk the other morning. I must find more for them to do. I received a letter from Dur'Thak and I think... from what I can make out... that he wants to take them for a few adventures. I shall contact him at once. The chaos around here with the dwarven builders around isn't really helping either.

The Inn is being remodeled. Seems the demolition crew is made up of drunken dwarves. I just hope the builders are sober... It shall be nice to have the Inn remodeled. Twill be nicer for our guests and the children as well.

*hears a crash from downstairs, not knowing if it is the drunken dwarves or the children, or both, she goes to investigate*

merlin34baseball · « **Reply #109 on:** February 27, 2007, 05:34:57 PM »

*opens her journal in the room she rented in the Wild Surge*
Well, I hope the dwarves finish with the renovation of the Inn soon. Tis a little cramped with these children in this small room, and I believe the Inn patrons are starting to tire of their antics. I had to pay for three meals yesterday as the children knocked over a table as some travelers ate.
*she sighs before starting to write again*
How does one leave their husband? He is a kind and gentle man, but, well I hardly see him. He is wonderful at taking care of the children while I am out but we have grown apart. We are still the best of friends but the love, the spark, tis gone. Perhaps if I speak with him, assure him we are still the best of friends he shall release me. I, I see Mylindra and Storold and their love for each other and that just is not there anymore for us. I, I need to find someone to talk to. But who?
*she gentle puts the journal down and blows out the candle trying to fall asleep with the sounds of the drunks of the Wild Surge echoing through the room*

merlin34baseball · « **Reply #110 on:** March 05, 2007, 08:54:26 PM »

*opens her journal with a heavy heart*
How could I be so stupid. Have I not learned that I am cursed?
I decided to color my armor green today, and as I did it I was thinking about the last several times I took off the black. Everytime I have taken off the mourning black someone has died.
No sooner did I get to town and Dalan approached Mylindra and me and told us that Erk was dead.
*the quill trails off the page*
Why did I do it? I knew full well that taking off the black means death, yet I did it anyway. I know I cannot stop death, but for some reason taking off the color of mourning brings it quicker.
Gods I am cursed. It shall not happen again, black shall be my color for all of time.
*slowly closes the book and cries*
///this is an increadibly strange ocurance... this is the fourth or fifth time when Tyrian has changed armor colors someone has died, within hours...///

merlin34baseball · « **Reply #111 on:** March 26, 2007, 09:12:09 PM »

*opens her journal*

Well, I have done it. I have spoken with Quantum and he has absovled my marriage. I don't know if this makes me happy or sad. It seems to be both. I do look forward though, to a gleam in someones eye, but I shan't forget the gleam in Creighton's eye either.

*a few tears dot the page as she closes the book*

merlin34baseball · « **Reply #112 on:** March 29, 2007, 08:04:36 PM »

*opens her journal while looking at the sleeping children*

Well, the Inn is comming along well. The dwarves were back to fix the shoddy work they did on the floors in the guest rooms. I think they were a bit more sober this time.

Business seems to be good, not a day goes by without myself or Mylindra selling something. Tis getting a bit tedious though. I need to work more than I already do on my crafting so I can move on to creating some better goods. I have started scribing, seems a worthy challenge.

Mylindra and Storold shall be wed soon. I am to be Mylindras maid of honor. Gah! I have to wear a dress. Perhaps I can manage to ruin them (she bought three for just this reason I think) before the wedding.

*she closes the journal, kisses the four children in their sleep and goes to the craft hall*

merlin34baseball · « **Reply #113 on:** April 07, 2007, 11:39:05 PM »

*opens the journal and takes up her quill*

Tis been a long day. My crafting seems to take up so much of my time. I am advancing though.

Ifion has returned. Twas lovely to see him again. The man can still make my heart race. Twas good just to sit and talk with him. I showed him around the Inn and gave him a key so he may come in out of the cold when he needs to. Perhaps I will show him my home in Pranzis as well some time, not that he cares much for such things, but it gives me an excuse to spend time with him.

The children are growing. I have started them in a small school I found on the outskirts of Pranzis. Seemed a nice enough place, the teachers seem kind. The children like to go, they get excited every day when it is time to take them there. Some times Chaynce doesn't want to come home. I worry though about Peace, Tear and Destiny. Am I doing the right things for them?

I have been traveling a bit with a man, well, elf named Krys. Seems a kind and compassionate man. I enjoy our converstions, but his choice of friends sometimes makes me wonder.

I need a cause again. *sighs* Time for the do gooder in me to come out once more. There are several drives going on for rebuilding efforts. I have to pick up a cloak I purchased from Miss Katrien, and I know she is in charge of one of them, perhaps I shall speak with her on her cause.

I still have not heard from the courts on the absolution of my marriage. I hope to hear from them soon.

There is still a place in my heart for Creighton.

*stops and rereads what she wrote*

But I see so many possibilities in life.

*sets the quill down and drifts off to sleep*

merlin34baseball · « **Reply #114 on:** April 21, 2007, 10:56:00 AM »

*opens her journal*

Well, Krys said he fancied me... That lasted all of a week. Seems he really loved Elohanna. Well, guess it makes sense she is much more elegant and womanly than I, a tom boy with blades. Ah well, wasn't as if I was looking for a new man anyhow... and besides my heart is stone with all the pain it has experienced over the years. No matter...

*sighs*

Though it was nice to know someone was interested... but alas back to where I belong, the crafthall.

*closes her journal and pulls on her leathers to head to the craft hall.

merlin34baseball · « **Reply #115 on:** May 09, 2007, 06:53:51 PM »

*opens her journal and begins to write*

Well... Mylindra has left the church. Seems the idiots in charge have made an agreement to dispense justice for Broegar. I suppose I would have left too. What in the world could they have been thinking?

Seems strange that as Mylindra leaves her temple I begin a search for one of my own. I visited a beautiful temple of Ilsare the other day. I may seek out one of their priests to learn about them. From what I have heard, I am interested.

I know I have chided Mylindra about whether the gods even exist at all. But he being stripped of her ability to cast spells by her god has convinced me that yes, they do exist. Tis no other explaination for her loss of power.

Her wedding comes soon. I asked Ifion if he would attend with me. He said he would if he didn't have temple duties to do. I hope he doesn't.

*puts the quill down and gathers up her scribing components and heads out the door*

merlin34baseball · « **Reply #116 on:** May 25, 2007, 04:20:51 AM »

*comes into the house, Knocks the snow from her boots, and opens her journal slowly*

He is dead, and I am a fool.

*collapses in a pool of tears*

merlin34baseball · « **Reply #117 on:** May 25, 2007, 07:49:17 PM »

*struggles through the door, leaning on Mylindra's shoulder, crashes onto her bed and finds her journal still sitting there, she begins to write*

Tis time. Tis my last will and testament.

I leave everything I have to Mylindra Kylock, so that she may continue her dreams and care for the children until the come of age to care for themselves.

Seems I shall be seeing Ifion sooner than I had hoped...

*the quill trails across the page as she passes out*

merlin34baseball · « **Reply #118 on:** July 01, 2007, 11:15:22 AM »

*tacks out her journal and picks up a quill*

Well, Tis been a while since I last wrote, much has happened.

Mylindra has had her twins, both are beautiful and doing well.

We have moved into a house in the country and out of Pranzis. Tis good to be out of that city. The house Storold found is huge, I get lost in it sometimes. I have a bedroom and a large great room. I don't even know what to put in half of it, it's so big.

I have been semi-retired from adventuring, though sometimes I can't resist traveling about. I have just been trying to be much more careful though, only going places that I know the terrain and such.

Oh! Mylindra blew up a Lich! We were in the bottom of the red light caves and undead started swarming us. We held them off for hours only to be confronted by a Lich. I did they only thing I could, used my last few spells and charged the beast. I thought for sure it was my end, but as a whacked away at it Mylindra smited it and it exploded. We thought it was dead, but it seems that it is back. A group of us met in Hurm to discuss what tyo do about it and it seems an undead army is massing that we will have to deal with.

Well, off to the craft hall for the day, I have lots of work I need to do, scrolls to scribe and gems to infuse. Hopefully I'll have good luck today.

*sets the quill down and heads out the door to rid the front yard of bugbears on her way to Pranzis*

merlin34baseball · « **Reply #119 on:** October 05, 2007, 01:06:50 PM »

*enters the Inn, everything looks in order, she retires to her room and opens her journal*

Well, he has been expelled from school. I told Chaynce time after time that he needed to buckle down with his studies. The headmaster told me Chaynce had been spending more and more time behind the school and in the allies practicing fighting, and now he has finally done it, been expelled.

The headmaster told me Chaynce got into a real fight while practicing with another boy and bruised him up fairly well with their fake wooden weapons.

*sighs and smiles in spite of herself*

Chaynce knew he was on a short lease after all the times I have had to go and talk with the headmaster about his lack of respect for authority and the rules. I wonder where he got those ideas... I guess I can't blame his father. Creighton had lots of respect for authority, silly paladin that he was.

*a smile flashes across her face the followed by a trace of sadness*

The headmaster said he had no idea where Chaynce went, as as he was not a young child the headmaster said he really couldn't stop him from packing his things and simply walking out. I expect he will come to the Inn, at least I hope he does. Extra chores for that lad for sure when I see him. I just hope he's alright.

*she closes the journal and heads out to walk the roads to and from Spellgard for word of her son*