Author Topic: Daniel's letters to father and mother (Read 2442 times)

cbnicholson · « **on:** March 31, 2006, 08:45:25 AM »

//Paste of Char submission:
Full Name: Daniel Peotr
Age: 20
Class(es):Fighter
Race:human
Subrace: (If Any)
Alignment: n. good
Deity:
2 Domains (if cleric):
Bio/Description:

Middle son of three and born to merchants, Daniel's only choices for a life of his own was the clergy or sell sword. As the piety of the local priests left Daniel somewhat puzzled, why live in poverty when wealth was as easy as moving goods from here to there? Life was good working for his father, but there had to be more to it than the accounting of woolen goods, arguing with local dyers and sheep herders over prices and quantities. It might suit his oldest Brother, Stephan to cloister himself in with books and ledgers, some day father's modestly successful wool trade would be his. Daniel's youngest brother, Benjamin, who had the song of magic in his blood, acceptance into a far away college two years ago left Daniel with no one. Benjamin's absence and the loss of the entertaining illusions made the long days of cart driving from the shearers to the dyers monotonous and dull. Daniel, a realist by nature, hoped to see more of the world than the south end of his father's draft horse, Rogar. Daniel craved adventure! Hlint promised that chance. Perhaps the local militia needed a good sword hand? Even the slaying of vermin would be preferable to such tedious duty. Old Jack, the local magistrate, had even shown Daniel a trick to or two with a his rusty shortsword. At least enough to appear competent with it and scare away potential bandits and thieves that sometimes waylaid merchants. Yes, Daniel was ready. His father had already reluctantly given his blessing with two conditions - Daniel must try his father's trade for two years and second - Daniel must send word of his whereabouts whenever possible. The first condition was met on his 20th birth year and as for the second, a solemn promise to send word was all that was required. Tomorrow was the day his new exciting life was to be lived. His bag, packed to bursting with a good set of clothes, a small sword, bow and some 20 odd arrows, a sturdy Peotr wool blanket, and enough biscuit and water for 5 days, sat next to the door.

edited to correct certain names for consistency and spellign mistacks, I hate those.

Edited by cbnicholson 10/26/2006 11:10 AM

Dear father and mother,

I finally made it to Hlint last night. Strangely the journey to was mostly uneventful, but for the dream of the dragon. The dragon seemed.. determined to have my help which I freely gave. Unfortunately, as the fates will be cruel, I lost most of my gear upon waking and had it replaced with some strange objects that I seem unable to use in any sane fashion. I shall strive to endure with what I have, but oh, for a good stout bow and arrows instead of this near useless crossbow and bolts.

I met a singer of songs, a bard, and another person named Zweck last night. I, being new to town, asked for directions and both seemed happy to help, but alas my impatience got the better of me and I ran off to find trouble in my own time. Trouble I found. Just north of town, I ran into orc, two falcons, and a rabid skunk!. I ran for my life after being blasted with skunk scent, the stench nearly did me in. The falcons swooped and pecked and the orc loosed his arrows at me shortly thereafter. I barely made it back to town alive father! Lesson learned - Fellow adventurers required for excursions outside of town. My funds are diminishing, the local cleric, while skilled, demanded 100 gold to heal my wounds. I was wont to pay it, but did for relief of the burning the skunk essense did to my wounds. I shall strive to do better. I have a goal now - given to me by a guard - return with the ears of 5 goblins. I shall attempt more adventure in the eventide after a brief rest.
The Gods of good bless and keep you both safe,

Your son, Daniel.

//adding some Ooc context, my choice of speech patterns gets more confusing later on and I can hardly tell what I was thinking after a bit of time from the writing. I will try to clarify some things here . First, this is my first persistant world character ever. All of it is new to me, from the commands to the emotes to the player interaction stuff. I struggled mightily to do the simple task of bartering at first. Daniel as a character is about as unorganized as one can get. I started his creation with the idea of being a flexible fighter and or Archer. His Str was an above average 14, not great, but ok. A dex of 16 to help his armor class out in the lighter armors and to help with his bow work. A con of 15 for hit points. The rest are all tens, no benefits, no penalties either. My skills and feats are all mixed up to. I think I took improved initiative and toughness out of ignorance more than any strategy. My skills were Parry (mostly useless) and healing (very useful)and discipline (somewhat) and lore. I played a simple fighter to keep my play simple, but get more than I bargained for later.

cbnicholson · « **Reply #1 on:** April 04, 2006, 11:39:17 AM »

Dear Father and Mother,

I trust that this letter finds you and mother in good health and spirits. I am in good health and mood. I finally completed the task given to me by the Guard Quartermaster! It started with the help of a quick footed halfling, a spellthrower, and a couple of warriors who befriended by niave self in Hlint. They showed me the way to the goblins lair and even banded with me in defeating the all the goblins to thier fell master, who's head still despoiles a portion of my pack! How far I have come since leaving home. I feel I almost can handle myself now in the immediate surrounds of Hlint at least. I am learning slowly to bind my own wounds when injured and there are no healers available and to maintain discipline in group fighting. I've also taken up the sword and acquired some better armor. I must confess, father, that I feel myself maturing here in the last few weeks more than the years spent carting cloaks from mill to merchant. I hope the work hasn't been overburdensome for you in my absense. I simply felt I must get out on my own for a while and learn a new trade. I am looking forward to more adventure this week after a brief recovery in town.

All my love
Your son,
Daniel.

//I feel bad because when I wrote this I couldn't remember any of the other players names. I thank you now. This is the point while in Layo most players either know where to go or get befriended and help. Luckily I got the latter. Out of Layo, I start reading the forums and lore trying to find my place and a good role to play. There's a wealth of information here to be had if you can find the time to read it. It doesn't help with quests; however, much to my dismay. I was forced to be a pain and ask many other players where to go, what to do, etc. Berriford loans me a suit of 1/2 plate copper and asks that I pay him back when I can. It takes me two weeks real time, but I do catch up to him eventually and pay him back. It makes me laugh to remember how surprised he was that I would remember.

cbnicholson · « **Reply #2 on:** May 01, 2006, 12:16:05 PM »

Dear Father and Mother,

Tis been some time ere I've written and for this I ask pardon. My purse grows and shrinks as fortunes may will, but the hospitality and folk of Hlint continue to amaze my mind. Such generousity is unseen in our quaint village, but here tis commonplace. Pray forgive my rantings and manner of speech for I have of recent spent time at the Great Library and have lored much. Sooth, my speech seemeth to me plain before and the tongue of the olde common be much better and more precise in the telling of tales to my mind. I shall seek knighthood father, my skill grows daily, and with the help of a newfound friend, Berri the halfling, my protections grow as well. I am encased in stout plate throughout thanks to him and carry a warding shield. Enchantment lieth in the very coverings of my feet and helm. My lot in this chapter of life is that of guide and protector, which I see as mine duty. Tis most pleasurable to assist my lessors in the rigors of Hlint's crypts and caverns.

On a most recent expedition, I cross Mistone and boarded ship for for another continent. I remembereth not its name, but Rollie the Scholar led us on the most exciting bear hunt I canst recall. I died shortly after the hunt due to a misunderstanding of intent by a party of the foulest sort of dwarves. Tis no matter, for my soul safely returneth to Hlint. All is well for now. I pray all is well with thee.

Your son,
Daniel Poetr

//lots going on in this month. First, Lin'da takes pity on Daniel and helps him with the oil quest in the Greys. Daniel joins two large raids into the Greys to help others. He is about 5th or 6th level. Tegan helps Daniel out as well with the cowherder in Rilara and with some advice on where to find Farmer Part. Daniel dies a horrible death by Gryphon attemping to get to Farmer Parts the first time. The wolfswood Rangers help him, but one dies. Daniel falls attempting to defend the second Ranger from the menace he brought with him. My first DT for Daniel. Master Berri loans Daniel another set of copper Full plate, the 1/2 plate gets gifted to a Dwarf whom Daniel never sees again for free. This time more than a month passes before the debt is repaid. Daniel meets Rollie the Scholar and take an interesting trip. Daniel dies in the end (2nd DT), but it was a lot of fun. 4th Level I take another a strength point and work on healing and discipline skills. My feats added are Power Attack and Cleave. All that sword swinging has to have some benefits. Daniel takes trip to the Great Libray (central server) and two things happen. First, he reads about Rofirein and his tenets and makes a decision to follow the Golden Dragon, to be heartsworn to the values he reads about. Second, as a player, I start to grasp the idea of different servers and why can't I just log back onto West?? *disclaimer: yes, I am ignorant*

cbnicholson · « **Reply #3 on:** June 16, 2006, 12:33:03 PM »

Dear Father and Mother,

I writeth with mixed feelings. Puzzlement be one and joy be the other. Puzzlement at thy words in thee most recent letter to mineself. Thou spoke of not pursuing Knighthood, you thinketh it a poor idea. I knoweth not what happenstance befell Uncle John for he fell long afore my birth, but a childhood memory tickles my mind so. Tis one fo thee leaving a small copper likeness at his grave. I canst have been more than 4 at the time, but I remember twas the likeness of a dragon. What didst Uncle John die of? Pray tell me father for until I knoweth, I darest not decieve mine heart and forgo my dream of knighthood. I must cry thy pardon, Father, for sooth such is my heart bade me even if it shatter thine dream of one of your sons trading cloaks ere thy retirement. Tis with some trepidation and great joy that I tell thee I hast been accepted as Potentiate to the Temple of Rofirein. Mayhap tis be too much to asketh, but I pray thee wilst accept it in time. My strength in arms grows daily father, thou wouldst hardly recognize the boy who left thy shop in Luck those 3 months ago. I now encase myself in heavy armor and carry a mountain of a shield, proudly bearing the the Lord Protectors Sigil. My chosen blade, a longsword, which serves me well. My code is to help and protect all those in need, regardless of station. To pursue justice as given by Liege and Law. To seek knowledge as it befalls me. These I hath sworn in mine heart to follow, Father. Someday I hopeth to make thee proud of mine pursuit.

As to Mother,

I am well and in good spirits. I promise thee to not overindulge in the tavern and to at least attempt to eat good things when able. Pray, take care of Father and see that he keeps up his strength even in the busy trading times o're the growing season.

All my love,

Your son,
Daniel Poetr, Potentiate of Rofirein.

//Daniel makes it known that he follows Rofirein's ways in deed and word. Here is a hint that maybe someone else in Daniel's family was a follower of the Lord Protector as well and hints at why Daniel's father is against Daniel taking oaths to serve the Dragon God. Fertile soil is required for men of good to spring from. Daniel's aligment is NG, which would seem to contradict the demanding LN of his chosen Diety. This is Daniel's personal conflict, the heart vs the code of Rofirein. It may be his undoing as a knight, or it will make Daniel one of the Lord Protectors greatest champions, time will tell. As a player I make the decision to adopt a quaint speech pattern of old english. I think it makes Daniel stand out. Others have called me a bad actor and a fool. The fool moniker I accept, the bad acting, well that stings a little, but I can see the point. I've also taken some corrections on Thou, Thee, and Thy. Yes, I get it - I have several printouts on the matter and I'm forcing myself to listen to Shakespears sonnets to get a feel for the flow of it. No, I don't always speak it correctly. I get lazy and engage the keyboard before I can properly work it out in my head. I'm trying to improve and will take corections. Please use a tell, not //. Daniel gets lucky and is able to join "Exploring the Past" I hope I've been at least good for a chuckle. Although my use of titles seems to be frustrating some players/characters.

I get my third DT doing an incredibly stupid act of opening a bag without having it checked for traps. ah, lessons learned!

cbnicholson · « **Reply #4 on:** June 29, 2006, 08:22:57 AM »

Dear Mother and Father,

I pray thee art safe. No word from thee as yet and the legions of Blood despoil the lands and I wast forced to choose between duty to comrades and duty to Lord and Liege. I chooseth mine comrades and mine heart bade me to do. I have fallen into disfavor with another local Hlintation, Darkchild he calleth himself. Grudgingly, I must give him his due in strength of arms for he doth carry himself as a warrior should. I fear him not and Dark One I name him for his cruel, biting words and unkind heart. I must be cautious in my dealings with him as a brawl in the streets wouldst have be stricken from the roles of the Lord Protector. This I wilst not have. Never. I shall have no dealings with the man from this day forth. If he offers me a harsh word, I shall pay it no more mind then the breeze. Blows to mineself, I shall seek justice in the arena or leave to the constable. Sooth, he mayeth find himself outside the gates if he be so foolish as to strike me unprovoked.

Other events transpire, mine leige, Thomas Stormsinger, remains a great comfort and a whimsical joker. Both qualities, maketh me glad to have him as Liege. I pretendeth not to see the occasional pain in his eyes or the doubt. He is but a man, a good man, but a mortal such as mineself. I wouldst have no other as a mentor. Mine one real fear is the fate and judgement of Capt. Duvall. Little hast been heard of him or from him since the Fall of Pranzis. I feareth the worst and hopeth for the best. As for judgement, I faileth in making it to battle ere the day called. I only ask that mine story be heard ere it is passed upon me. My the Gold Eye seeth the truth in the matter.

My training goeth slowly. Tis difficult to do the field work of combat as I must consecrate mine mind and body each day as befitting a Potentiate of Rofirein. Such meditations art required and I shall have no self pity o're its need. Pray send word as soon as thy are able.

All my love
Your son, Daniel.

//two things as a player here. First is a combination of several run ins with Kiva "Darkchild" something or another.. He seems to take exception to Daniel's speech patterns and general method of communicating. Hence, the bad actor charge. It gets worse when Daniel makes a nuisance of himself as Darkchild and Tegan play games. A minor misundertanding leads to awkward confrontation between the two characters with swords drawn about a foot apart. Luckily, no one goes combative, but to this day, Darkchild and Daniel have a certain mocking dislike for each other. Daniel doesn't acknowledge it, really, but Darkchild mocks him all the time.
Thomas agrees to be Daniel's sponser in Daniels pursuit of Knighthood. This is good and bad. Good as Thomas is just the kind of person, Daniel likes, but bad because Thomas has issues of his own to resolve and probably isn't the best rolemodel for Knighthood. Never-the- Less kindess will be repaid with loyalty(see earlier entry on the heart). Daniel finally makes contact with Capt. Duvall in Pranzis and is listed as Potentiate of Rofirein. 7th Level is achieved.

cbnicholson · « **Reply #5 on:** July 05, 2006, 11:35:17 AM »

Dear Mother and Father,

Twas glad to heareth thee art well and whole and thine business still profitable. Thy contracts with the local militia to keepeth them in thine warm cloaks be a blessing from the Lord Protector. My most recent quests went ill and well. The ill starteth as an any other bit of business, a trip to harvest good oak wood for a Master maker of bows. We fought the infestation of spiders and beetles well at first and commenced to harvest. Ere the second tree was to be felled, a horde of beetles descendeth uponst us and we wert undone. I awoke in the light of Hlint's bindstone, mine companions soon to join. I thank Rofirein for the foresight of the makers, for they wert filled with wisdom in the making of these wondrous saviors of the flesh. A laugh and a long wait and what wouldst be broken tis mended.
The second bit of business lendeth itself to honor and glory. A weaver of spells, Godim, calleth for aid. My brother, Jaleel and mineself we answered along with Krys, Starr, and a she devil of the blade, Rayenoir. We bade ourselves to finish the Bugbear captain of Bear Island. I fell thrice and each time was driven anew to life and battle by the stoutness of mine new comrades. Ere, the end we prevailed with no losses and some bounty for ourselves. Mine share twas satisfaction in the job done. No gold didst I take for the quest, lo it did confound mine comrades some. I thoughteth to explain my views, but time grew short and I left them - celebrating our victory.

Tis another bit of news I shouldst mention. M'Lord Thomas seemeth to hath battled death itself. I foundeth him dead at the east gate of Hlint. Upon his return to life he claimed to be slain by some crimson headed black figure. I seeth nothing of the sort and proclaimed such to him. Jaleel, thought to defend Thomas as best as he was able and was slain as well. In light of the two sudden and inexplicable deaths I supposeth I must believe what he says. I spendeth time patrolling the outskirts of Hlint, more to 'humor' M'lord Thomas more than any real fear. Never-the-less, I feareth for his mind. Rofirein, pray protect thy own! I grow distraught as I write and dwelleth on it. Be at ease, I am well and hale still.

All my love
Your son, Daniel.

//Bugbear quest and Daniel gets a new sword +1 from Cronk. Thomas seems to slip into madness. Daniel meets and befriends more characters. Weapon specialization: Longsword, healing, Discipline , and Lore added for skills. As a player I'm forcussing more on what is better in terms of following Rofirein and as a warrior.

cbnicholson · « **Reply #6 on:** July 10, 2006, 12:58:27 PM »

Dear Mother and Father,

Blessed be the Golden Eye! Lord Duvall lives still. I receiveth news yesterday in Velensk of his survival. Mayhap the new leaders of Pranzis canst be reasoned with after all. He spoke of his duties pressing and much to do at the Temple. I am most glad to hear of it. Mayhap initiations wilst continue if it be possible. I pray to the Lord Protector it be so.

I have grown in skill again father, thou woudst not even recognize me anymore. Thews and shoulders hath grown long, hard, and sinewy from the constant swinging of shield and sword. I dare boast I couldst beat mine old teacher, Jack in arms. Pray tell him naught, else, I be accosted upon my return by himself to regain his honor. Sooth, his lessons serve me well.

As to other news, I purchased an enchanted ring to enhance mine strenght further for the glory of Rofirein. The purchase of which drained my coffers bare. More questing I must do to regain some wealth. I also hath made peace with Darkchild. Both of us, it seems, reflected long on the harsh words said and repented of our follies. Words exchanged, peace made, anger released. Mayhap if a good man, not a bootlicker, be needed to giveth me honest counsel, methinks he be the one to call uponst.

My Liege, Thomas, hath fallen to hard times. He goes on retreat to reconsecrate himself and I wish him well. He doth task me to take up his quest of slaying the chromatic young and allies. I knoweth not if I possess the strength to do so but will bear it in mind.

I met a Ranger, Sallaron Tempest, the other day in Hlint. I knewest him by message afore, but was most pleased to serve him as we travelled the breadth and length of Mistone. We battled our way to the southern peaks and entered the dwarven fortress there. Twas a grand site, but the thought of all that stone crushing down uponst mine head made me eager to leave. I run out of tales and so must profess my love and respect for ye. Pray be at peace.

All my love,
Your son, Daniel
//8th level another Strength for 16, I purchase a bulls ring from the Raven Trading Guild (it takes forever to make contact) for a total STR: 17, respectable, but probably low compared to most still. Darkchild and Daniel make a sort of peace, but it doesn't really last. He still makes fun of Daniel, even if Daniel refuses to acknowledge the mockery. There's a mention of Daniel early training as a fighter. Jack of the Dale, is an old family friend of Daniel's Father and a man at arms for the wool/cloak busines run by Daniel's father in Luck. He taught Daniel all that he knew of militia duties, weapons, and armor. A low level warrior, he greatly admired and respected by Daniel. Daniel spends a lot of time in the Crypts of Hlint "training" and collecting the coin the undead drop. Daniel is also very free in helping new players in quests, healing and protecting them as needed. Daniel is learning what true leadership is: service to others to accomplish a common goal. No amount of coin is stockpiled as Daniel keeps using any and all spare coin to buy potions and bandages that he uses to keep new players alive on thier quests. Exploring Mistone 1 takes place.

cbnicholson · « **Reply #7 on:** July 13, 2006, 07:53:38 AM »

Dear Mother and Father,

All is well with me, but I long for thy company at times. Tis a lonely path I hath chosen, the path of a warrior dedicated to the Golden Eye'd one. He testeth my resolve two fold the other night. Once in the from of what was thought to be a brother, the other with a dark presence. The Brother wast a Cleric of Rofirein. He wast most curt and ill disposed to accept mine help and so I left him in haste. I will pray that his seeming hesitation was merely the fear of the unknown in mineself and no more. Perchance future encounters wilst be more fruitful. The other test is more of a tale.

Lord Ozmandia spoketh with Master Freldo nd others at the Bank in Hlint well into the night. I listened some then left to quest in the crypts wherein I served a Priest of Toran, Dora, for a time. Upon my return, I saweth a strange thing. Darkness clung to Lord Ozmandia as light clings to a paladin. It may hath been a trick of the night, but mine own eyes didst see ..something. I was most distraught by mine vision. Outwardly he appeareth to be merely ancient and frail, but looking into his full countenance, one canst see dark wisdom and something.. undefinably not right. I hath not the grace of a paladin and so canst prove naught to others or mineself the truth of it. I hath nothing to confirm my suspicions and wilst not dishonor mineself with open accusations. Sooth, this ancient one hast seen almost the full breadth of history and insomuch deserveth respect his station deserves. Tis just a feeling in mineself whilst in his presence, no open malice, just an ill at ease. Bah, now that I think of it mayhap tis was the night airs.

News I brought to some that night as well. Elgon, Mercas, and Cym wert told of M'lord Thomas' retreat into himself. Master Elgon was most gracious in response with the news. Master Mercas, not so much. Afore bed, Master Freldo tasked me to with taling the events in Krandor days past regarding the now deceased Archeologist Alvin M'asty. This I did gladly, verily, his accounting of events wilst be the better for my sorry rendition of the tale Lord Protector willing. Thus, mom and dad, endeth my day in Hlint.

all my love,
Your son, Daniel.

//a fortelling both of which may be good. I assist Dora of Toran as I am able. She continues to be a friend to this day to Daniel. Daniel first see Ozmandia at the Freelancers for his telling of the war of Blood. Daniel's initial reaction is one of great respect, but there this nagging at the back of mind, that something is not quite right with Ozmandia and Daniel's freak vision in Hlint only confirms his gut feelings. Not being a Paladin and therefore not possesing true grace, Daniel laughs it off uneasily. Interactions with Ozmandia are usually 1.) alchohol aided in some way 2.) handled with a lot of stiff respect and reserve. The old elf simply makes the hairs on the back of Daniel's neck stand straight up! Daniel shares what he knows of Thomas' retreat with Thomas' friends at the bequest of Lord Thomas.

cbnicholson · « **Reply #8 on:** July 20, 2006, 11:14:55 AM »

Dear mother and father,

A quick telling of the mine journey to the depths of Haven's mines. As is the way of the hardy adventurers in Hlint, several awaited at the benches on an early morn. Friend Drogo, an elven druid, Rain Darsus, Ranger and Captain, Mercas the weaver of spells, Brother Jaleel, Dora of Toran, Roy Aynsworth, and mineself decided to set out for Haven after a brief discussion. Rain, henceforth called Captain Darsus in mine tale, led the group ever downward into the haunted mines. Captain Darsus commanded as a leader should, maintaining a disciplined line whilst Drogo in cat form lured each foolish Ogre unto our waiting blades. His counsel in fighting lead us to ever greater victories and we soon foundeth ourselves fighting the main Ogre of the mines. Afore we couldst engage, Master Mercas unleashed his summoned Celestrialat the behest of the party on the beasts and most wert soon undone. We smote the remainder and quickly gathered what iron we could after collecting the leaders head for bounty. Our escape from those fell mines was most wrought with danger. Afore we couldst flee, the enemy returneth with reinforcements. Many a time, Friend Drogo wouldst lead the ogres round the chamber narrowly amissed by lethal blows whilst we stood back to back fighting for our very lives. At one point, the party wert pinned and rushed from fore and flank and we barely escaped. We fell elated but exhaused at the entrance and slept for a time. Daylight never looked so good by the end of our stay in Haven mines. I salute Capt. Darsus, Master Mercas, and Friend Drogo for thine assistance in this quest.
Be easy, mother and father, for I writeth thou from the inn in Hlint as I drink yet another er, grape juice as I await a Karana Elksoul to discuss mine new shield.

All my love,
Your son, Daniel.
//the characters of Rain Darsus, and Mercas,and Drogo take a group to Haven mines. Rain does an excellent job teaching all of us how to 'cut' ogres by leading them into doorways where a group of blades rip em apart. His leadership is a example of the right way to handle the mines. Drogo makes use of his cat form to comically outrun the lumbering Ogres-buying the party time in one tight spot, while Mercas uses his formidable magic to finish the boss fight. I thought it great fun. I purchase a shield from the unnamed guild and to date still owe 1200 coin on it.

cbnicholson · « **Reply #9 on:** July 27, 2006, 09:23:38 AM »

Dear Mother and Father,

I wert most sorry to hear that old boxer, mine old donkey hast past on in thy latest letter. He wert mine dear friend and companion on many a run from Luck to Haven and back. I hath not the heart to even consider purchasing another animal for the time being. Mine new shield tis a marvel and all that I hath hoped it to be. Its divine light lights the darkness well and mine torch hast long since been cast to the waste barrel. I stay in Hlint these long days, meditating on the Lord Protector. Sole exception being a brief foray to visit Farmer Part with Ifion of Aregen and Praylor the warrior. Farmer Part exceggerates his problem with his scarecrows o're much methinks. Verily, naught a one couldst be found despite his protestations to the contrary. The hours grew long and I wert forced to depart from thier company afore nightfall, but Ifion swore to return later with Praylor. I wilst pray for the successful rid of Farmer Part's problem and if thou mindest not for thou as well. The All Seeing watch o're you.

All my love,
Your son, Daniel.

//reference as to why Daniel doesn't use pack ox's, they just end up dead most times. Ifion, Darren, Praylor, and Daniel set out for Rilara to help Praylor with Farmer Part. We must have caused the trigger to fail as there were no Scarecrows at Farmer parts to help with even though Praylor recieved the quest.

cbnicholson · « **Reply #10 on:** July 31, 2006, 09:46:07 AM »

Dear Mother and Father,

I am humbled yet again, not by strength of arm, but by the spirit of those who dwell in Hlint. Disparaged and alone, The Lady Tegan once again raised mine soul to the light with an offer to go exploring in the wood. Later on I banded with more like minded and went amining in Haven. Both forays wert fruitful and pleasant. The Explorer's of Mistone set out again to explore the mountains south and to find an entrance to the underdark. Both initial goals wert successful, but relatively uneventful. We continued apace as a group and soon found ourselves deep in eyebeast terrritory, I know not where. A foolish move on mine own part, I rushed at three of the eyebeasts afore thinking it through, I scarce hadst time to think on it afore I fell. My spirit lingered wherein I fell, some hope that I might be revived. Seeing mine companions anguish at mine unreleased death and without the means to reviveth me, I released mine hold and found mineself standing in the light of the bindstone in Hlint weakened yet whole. The soul mother claimed me not, Rofirein be praised! I retired for a time to praise and reflect. Upon my return, Master Exodus and Miss Lilly sought brave souls for the Battle Fens. Meeting up with Freldo in Port Hampshire we smote lizardmen and trolls of all colors alike. A master Kavil wert with us as well. Lyle and Aeryn completeth our party. I performed some small duty for Miss Lilly by portering her ore to the crafthall. Miss Lilly replaced her old Bronze plate with new of Iron and soldeth me her old armor. Twill take some work, but the old wilst become mine new. Alas, now I but owe the unnamed and Miss Lilly some thousands coin. I tire of the pauper role, but wilst not give over helping those lessor than mineself, despite the costs. Hard work be the answer and true heart the way as thou hast taught me , father.

Rofirein Bless thee both.
All mine love,
your son, Daniel.

//Daniel misses Exploring the past for the first time in 4 sessions due to RL and I'm bummed. Tegan helps out with a trip to Rilara and Haven. Exploring Mistone 2 takes place. Later I travel with Feldo, Miss Lilly Dartforth, Exodus Stonecutter, and others into the Battle Fens. Afterwards, I help Miss Lilly carry platinum ore and she sells me her old armor. Its a lot short. Hopefully Daniel can get it altered to fit.

cbnicholson · « **Reply #11 on:** August 07, 2006, 08:47:09 AM »

Daniel takes up paper and quill to write another letter to his folks. Upon pressing the tip to paper, Daniel closes his eyes in concentration, trying to clear it of the intolerance, hostility, and rudeness he has seen the last few days in Hlint and replace those images with the happy children of Roldem, playing with the "swords" of sticks and shields of wood Daniel provided them with. With such thoughts in his mind Daniel offers up a prayer: "Mine Dear Lord Protector, hear mine prayer, pray let tolerance and temperance fill those without such, let understanding and compassion be with those who art bereft of such. Bless all who wouldst do good and make stumble those who would do evil. Bring justice and knowledge to those who art in need of it, and for mineself and thy followers, grant peace to our hearts , so that our toils wilst be fruitful not hurtful."
Heart and head at peace Daniel writes to his parents:

Dear Mother and Father,

I writeth thee with a peaceful heart and good spirit. Mine journey continues on the path of the Lord Protector and I be most glad of it. In days past, I hath travelled with mine new friend, Praylor of Toran, and Shamur. We tempted fate by exploring Storan's Crypt and wert almost undone. Praylor fell, but returneth to his grave for complete recovery. Mainly by strength of arm, Shamur bested the mummies therein as mine weapon of iron wert useless against thier dead flesh. Praylor saved mineself from the rot the mummies inflict by using his divine grace to remove that sickness from mine flesh. We fled the crypt as soon as we wert able. I returneth later with M'lady Tegan and others. Darkchild attempteth to swallow his anger and join us, but it grew o're much for him to bear and he broke off. Mine respect grows for him for his restraint and I wish him peace of heart. Mayhap the affections of Tegan art having the desired effect of happiness for his soul. I pray it be so. The second foray went as well as the first, which is to say, I foundeth mineself under the light of the bindstone in Hlint once again. Foresight and aid alloweth me to fully recover quickly afore I retire for the eve.

All mine Love,
Your son, Daniel.

//slow weekend really, but some fun rp in Hlint and a trip to Storan's Crypt for the first time. Ash Willo: the dire wolf was a blast, its too bad some players are taking things a bit too far IMHO. I'll leave out names to protect the innocent, I'm sure you know who you are. Might I suggest some rl enjoyment for a while to gain perspective - unplug.

cbnicholson · « **Reply #12 on:** August 08, 2006, 10:29:47 AM »

Bitter tears well in Daniel's eyes as he contemplates his folly alone. Surrounded by flowers behind the bank of Hlint, Daniel laments his foolish heart and lack of discipline. "Twas that tart Drawna, foulest temptress of mine lord's enemy Xeen that leadeth mineself down the road of temptation with her wiles" Daniel mutters to himself out of earshot of the usual groups that hang about the bank in Hlint. Shaking his head from side to side, not believing his own words, "Nay, I wilst not think or say such of she, for sooth what hast she done but to offer herself to me and I treateth her caddishly with talk of mine discipline and a moment later, in a moment of weakness, I kiss her lips and feel her full presense pressed upon mine chest." Daniel wipes the tears away from his cheeks and smiles at the memory. Looking to the skies above, he frowns, shakes his fist and shouts the question angrily "Mine Lord Hast thou not felt the emptiness of lying alone, wherein the heart cries out and naught answers? Hast thou a companion in thy unearthly home? Pray , giveth me a sign, Canst Love over come all or be what they say true - I be but a fool? I am doomed, M'Lord Protector , for I hath feeling for a Xeenite and I confess mine weakness!" Pausing a moment and gathering his reserve, Daniel sets his jaw, not with pride, but with determination. Falling to his knees and raising his hands in prayer. "I cry thy pardon, Mine Lord Protector, thy path is not one of loneliness for thou art with me always. It is I who turn from thee, never thee from mineself. I seeth that now. Forgive me. As for the Lady Drawna, the xeenite, pray watch over her as you wouldst me. I wilst continue to care for her, but as a sister and friend, if such be possible. If the thou art willing, mine dear Lord Protector, mayhap some day we wilst be promised and canst share the gifts of each other, until then I wilst follow thy ways and await thy commands." With his feelings and thoughts confessed and sorted Daniel rises and rejoins the other Dragon Called at the benches.

//gotta resolve this somehow. Jaleels gone and blabbed the whole thing in his journal. Hope this isn't to 'adult'. I'll keep it a chaste love as it were in the courts of old- no hanky panky. I imagine it will anger and frustrate Drawna some. If Drawna feels the same, then Daniel will have a hard choice to make. Should make for some good drama though - a rofirenite and a xeenite? EGADS!!

cbnicholson · « **Reply #13 on:** August 11, 2006, 08:05:08 AM »

Small sparks and bits fly away as hammer strokes strike molten copper on the anvil. Heat, strike, reheat and strike, the work is exhausting both mentally and physically. Daniel's arms grow tired, but his mind remains fresh and focused. Slowly with care, the metal nuggets in the tongs take the rectangular shapes under the blows to that of true shining ingots of copper. Relief floods Daniel's frame as the peices cool and he sees it is complete. "Tis good to focus on creation of such instead of destruction" Casting his thoughts backward as the metal cools further, Daniel sees in his minds eye a warrior in golden plate, weilding a large mace and shield smashing skeletons down. The warrior, disciplined and graceful, dances with death. Thrust, parry, block, feint right and left; the skeletons claws do no more than scratch the bronze surface of his mail, but the mace head literally smashes thier bony bodies to bits with each blow. The Warriors purpose becomes clearer as he gathers the bits of knuckle bone and places them in a plain wooden box. Coming back to the present and putting the two thoughts together offers Daniel a insight into his current plight of the heart. "Tis a balance," says he to himself, lost in thought, "it taketh both parts, light and darkness, discipline and chaos to be a whole." Smiling, Daniel scoops up the two perfect copper ingots and places them in his pack. "I shalt atempt mine poor fletching skills anew with these" he says to himself as he makes his way to the crafthall in Hlint.

//Daniel is attempting some crafting skills. For no other reason, than to have a full apreciation for the craftsperson who made his sword or any of the tools of the warrior trade. He has yet to successfully craft any type of arrows, but will keep trying. Daniel will be focusing on smelting ores to ingots for the time being. I think he made Level 2 in basic crafting, but I'm not real sure. I only have a 50 % chance to do most things with copper now.

At least the red light caverns are relatively close and not deadly to traverse. A big thanks to Barion, Dalan, and Praylor for helping explore the crafthall machinery more in depth. I promise not to strike or kick any of the machinery again. Its too bad Daniel is a big wool head and can't remember a whole lot.

cbnicholson · « **Reply #14 on:** August 14, 2006, 08:22:15 AM »

"...ation!" Daniel curses loudly as his finely wrought ingot of copper is twisted to slag in the device. Throwing his hands in air, Daniel storms out of the crafthall. "Nay again wilst I begrudge the vendor a coin for his arrows, never!" Muttering, Daniel rips the ox pack from Bessie's back and begins throwing bits and pieces into a nearby waste barrel. "Bah, I shouldst pawn some of this, but no matter, Its weight groweth most tiresome" Daniel's hands grasp the spare pick and a smile slowly forms on his face. "aye, time to go a mining methinks" His pack nearly empty, Daniel makes for Red Light in the company of Room, who has asked for instruction in the smelting of copper. Together they make thier way down, down to the bottom to mine the copper there.

Dear Mother and Father,

I pray thou art well enough, tis been a bit of a slow time as I mineth the copper and maketh weapon runs for Officer Kit of Haven. I hath but one weapon left to gather for her, a shortbow of Oak. As I lack the skill to fashion one, myself, I hath commisioned one to be made by Elgon. Office Kit hath promised me a reward for mine efforts, I wondereth what it shall be? No matter, mine duty is clear in this. I must confess mine feelings for a Lady of Hlint, one Drawna by name. We hath not met again for some while, and I pine somewhat for her company. We art but friends, methinks, but I pray for more. Haveth no fear, Father, for I wilst be a gentleman in this and dishonor thee not.

All mine love,
Daniel

//Exploring the past

"Fools and pawns we be!, Blast and bother, a keeper and his lackey wilst see us commit murder on the behest of the Vine no less! I WILST NOT HAVE IT! By the Lord Protector, mine party conspires with the vine to no good end." Daniel laments to the sky, "Help me to see the way of this, All Seeing, for such is dark to mine eyes." "Mine party thinketh they be crafty and outwit the enemy, I feareth it be we who art undone with our own lies and deceit!" *sighs* " I hath but one path to follow in this: To be true to mine comrades, and trust in thy wisdom, Mine Lord Protector." Furious, but under control, Daniel listens to the plan of his companions to substitute Miss Lilly for Christine in a murder most foul.

//12 hours of play time in Saturday, its a wonder I 'm still married.

a fine pickel we are in in Kathay. Daniel likes none of it. No chance to rp anything out with Drawna either. Did meet some new characters - Raine, Room, Berry, and Glenn. Note to self, gotta pay off the 1200 to the unnamed as soon as I can. Coin and I just can't seem to meet often enough. I am closer to 10th than 9th now though!

cbnicholson · « **Reply #15 on:** August 15, 2006, 07:00:11 AM »

A fierce grin forms unbidden on Daniel's face as he views the long line of fighters, paladins, clerics, and wizards that have assembled to aid his brother, Mandalorian Lionsmane, recover from a fall in Storan's Crypt. Some twenty in all, such camaraderie and willingness to help has not been seen by Daniel in a long while and it renews his faith in the dragon called. With such power at their disposal, the band makes a quick job of it and disbands shortly thereafter. "Care for a trip to Dregar?, Dora and I are making a run." offered by Rain Darsus gives Daniel pause. This Ranger whom Daniel has grown to respect and admire deserves no less than a resounding "Aye, I wilst go with thee.". "We will go by portal from my house." Says Rain. "In Krandor." A short trip later, Daniel is offered a tour. Being polite, Daniel does not mention that Elgon gave the same tour earlier when he sold Daniel a bow of oak. "Tis a beautiful home." he says instead and it is. Cozy, functional, the sort of home, Daniel would like to have as his own someday. More so is the ease in which its occupants move about and interact with each other. More like a family, than a trading guild. A bit of nostalgia strikes as Daniel quietly tiptoes across Raine's bedroom. Sonya and the twins are sleeping. "ah, to be home again." He thinks to himself. Settling into a comfortable sofa in the library, Daniel is amazed at how seemingly well off Dora of Toran has become. He says so, but with her usual modesty and reserve, Dora merely offers a polite Thank you.
What follows is journey to Dregar of which Daniel can only ascribe to a dream filled with giants, danger, a dervish of fighter and exotic beauty, named Jade Willow, and possibly the largest guild hall he has ever beheld. His dream is ended at the portal back to Hlint. Making his way to his ox, Daniel sighs and says quietly , “Bessie, I'm home.”

//thanks for the tour and the run through the Forest of Mists and the Desert. It was my first through Dregar. As Daniel said, he is not as well travelled as others. I'm a bit tired so please forgive the obvious shorthand account of last night. I'm not ready to forgo all sleep just yet.

cbnicholson · « **Reply #16 on:** August 16, 2006, 11:06:20 AM »

Releasing a contented sigh, Daniel inhales the scent left in the air by Drawna. “Ah, mine love, thy sweet fragrance lingers in mine nose and heart.” Smiling, Daniel pulls out a quill and parchment and begins to painstakingly write out a letter to his folks.

Dear Mother and Father,

It has been a few weeks since I last wrote, and I have news of some import. Milady Drawna has agreed, at least by her actions, to consider my affections. By the sound of Master Bard Lyle's ministrations of violin and voice, I offered her a choice of colored roses. Red for my love and affections and blue for her own choosing and friendship. She chose the red!! I am so happy, I told her that I would surrender my dream of Paladin hood for her hand! I learned many things about Drawna this eve. She has a brother, Alaric, whom she speaks highly of, in Pranzis. I can tell by her bearing that her upbringing surpasses my own. Her tastes and style are of impeccable quality. I believe her to be of some noble birth or at least of highly placed gentry or merchant. I told her of my eldest brother , Stephan and of you and father and the business of woolens in Luck.

I also met a lady friend of hers while passing through Hlint, I recall not her name, but by her tone and bearing she and my love, have a bit of history. I will say no more on that lest I be accused of being a gossip. Suffice it to say, I was a bit uncomfortable as they made their exchanges. We made our way to a semi secret place at my behest. A small park that lies off Haven Castle. Her head on my shoulder and my hand in hers, we discussed many things of import to us both well into the night.

If there be one thing I fear of all this, it be the rejection of my brother, Jaleel. He witnessed Milady Drawna and my exchanges and said nothing. By his manner , I would say he disapproves, but will withhold my belief in this until by words he condems my choice. Be happy for and with me, my beloved mama and papa, for today I sought and found a soul that is my complement.

All my love,
Your son,
Daniel

Daniel carefully folds the parchment into a scroll and seals it with a bit of wax, pressing his signet ring of a shield and sword into the sealed wax. He places the scroll into his pack to be given to Postmaster Vale upon his return to Hlint.

As the moon rises above the hills to the east, Daniel is seen kneeling before the pond, hand raised in supplication. “Mine Lord Protector, I thank thee for the happiness you have brought to mineself. I pray that thee be merciful and filleth me with the wisdom to honor both ye and mine heart.” Daniel can be seen in prayer until the sun breaks the eastern sky.

//good rp last night with Drawna. I just read the notice from Orth on appropriate behavior for this server. If this gets out of line in any way, a heads up before banning would be appreciated.

cbnicholson · « **Reply #17 on:** August 18, 2006, 07:42:54 AM »

Dear Mother and Father,

I struggle to learn elvish from mine Captain, Rain Darsus. I knoweth not of ye will approve, and I struggle mightily with its curious twisting of phrases and its flowing descriptions. Captain Rain insists that a wool head such as mineself, canst learn the tongue; it will just take longer and more work. To be able to tell Friend Drogo in his own tongue of my thankfulness and respect wouldst be a joy to me. By the Lord Protector, I will bend mine discipline to this task until it be done.

A few days ago, I traveled with a stout band led by Captain Rain to a place called the unnamed dungeon. We smote umber hulks, hook horrors, and xorn with disciplined ranks until we descended unto the third level of that place. What followed wert a living nightmare. I say living because I survived the encounter, but many of mine comrades did not. The telling of mine survival be one of the Lord Protectors grace to fools and a bit of luck. Mine party did engage vampires on that third level and a first all seemeth to go well. As be common in battle, the tide turneth quickly, and our front line wert smote to the earth by foul summonings and lightnings. I, acting in the capacity of gatherer and archer in the rear of the procession saw them fall afore I could react. I endeavored to save what few I could, pouring mine last potions down their lifeless bodies until stuck by one of the foul vampires mineself. I lay, hovering on the edge of the soul mother's embrace for several long moments, until by miracle, I wert strong enough to rise again to my feet. Mine companions long undone, I flew upwards to the relative safety of the halls. Therein I rested and bandaged mineself as best I could and pondered mine position. Undeath behind me, many umber hulks afore me, I cowered child like in those halls until my shame overcame my cowardice. Peaking out of my hole, I aspied several creatures, many hulks and horrors in the next cave. Rallying my courage, I bade my legs to carry me forward into battle and flight. I evaded the mob of those towering creatures dispatching one who followed, and hid yet again in a small break in the wall. Sounds of another battle reached mine ears and footfalls of a light foot shortly thereafter. An female elvish voice cried out the words of magic, and mine heart leapt for joy, twas Lady Tegan! I wert delivered. With her came Darkchild, one whom which I be ill abused to call a friend, but whom deserveth mine respect for his actions that day. By Lady Tegan's skills summoned great beings of light to fight for us and her weavings encased me in protective magics. I returned with her and Darkchild to the depths, fighting with sword and shield for mine comrades safe return. Friend Drogo foundeth his stone first and for a time, I fought alongside him. Next, Captain Rain, and Amon foundeth their stones and restoreth their good health. Brother Praylor and Glenn remaineth undone and refuseth the aid of Tegan, their stones lying in the entrance of the vampire lair. With none left willing to venture down, we made for Hlint.

I sat with friend Praylor's ghost for several moments afore I took note of a heated verbal exchange between Akki and Ke near the benches. Praylor and I made sport of the exchange in whispered fashion, noting points to one lady then the other as the language went from rude to worse. As I dwell on mine behavior, I fear misconduct on mine part in encouraging such, even if unknownst to the Ladies. It be most unbecoming of a knight to engage in such methinks. Mostly due to the mere taint of such an exchange inevitably encourages poor behavior on the part of the viewer. In the end, both clasped hands in a friendly rival fashion and spoke of a duel in Velensk with a splitting of profits betwixt the two of them for tickets. Friend Praylor whispered that he should very much like two tickets in a joking manner. I misheard the volume his bequest wert spoken in and spoke loudly on the matter striking the ire of Ke and calling upon mineself some abusive terms such as “berk”. I sincerely wish now, that I had called it a night earlier and left all of the exchange undone. In the end, we didst not purchase tickets, but promised to watch the board at the Inn most carefully for an announcement of the duel. Pray Lord Protector keepeth me away from all such “Ladies” in the future. Having seen the sharp side of both tongues, I wish none of it upon mineself again!

If mine tales hast not alarmed ye overmuch, twill be a blessing. I must retire now and cleanse mine thoughts in prayer.

All my love,
Your son, Daniel

//wow what a night! Rain confirms agreeing to teach Daniel Elvish so I thought I'd better get some words down to that effect here. What I thought was a stout band attempts the unnamed dungeon and we get our rear ends handed to us. I should have paid more attention , when Rhynn decided not to go, citing Vampires as her least favorite critter -WARNING DANGER!!. Har! Tegan saves my bacon, literally *sighs* again. The funniest part of the evening was the Akki / Ke verbal bout. Praylor and myself could not stop laughing or watching that awesome display! I tip my hat to you both! I will say for the record that while they definitely pushed the boundaries of decency, it was a most hilarious display, not once was a line crossed just bent .. a little. maybe. I wasn't offended in the least. bah, it was good stuff

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ok Mr. Darkstorme send me a pm telling me what I said wrong this time – darn verb tense. -rolls eyes good naturedly.

cbnicholson · « **Reply #18 on:** August 21, 2006, 10:39:19 AM »

“Aeynn Celea, shafali” says Daniel to Rain. “Thank in water, teacher?” replies Rain paraphrasing what Daniel said in Elven. Daniel groans as slowly the realization of what he thought was thank you teacher was butchered and mispronounced. “Nay, I spoke to thank you.” He replies. Rain partially smiles and says “keep trying, Daniel, Elvish is one of the hardest languages to learn.” To himself, Rain mutters, “ his willingness to work is there, I just don't know if he'll ever get those verb tenses right”, Rain turns to leave, in a hurry as always to get back to Sonya and the twins. “Fare thee well, Captain Rain.” Daniel waves goodbye.

//sometime later

“Hold the line!” Daniel screams through his helmet as a horde of ogres rushes at the party. Pivoting with military proficiency he summons the innate protective powers his helm and directs them to settle on Malammanyeel Laleam'willnyam, Mala for short, who is cautiously hanging towards the rear, as Daniel requested. As her skin shifts to brown hues, Daniel nods in satisfaction and turns to the rushing horde. “Time for a bit of the game!” Daniel yells out his favorite battle roar as he steps forward into the press. His longsword making a brutal gash in the throat of the nearest ogre, Daniel pivots bringing the weight of his shield on his left arm into an arc, blocking a descending club and driving his longsword its full length into another brute. The surprised brute falls instantly a moment later releasing his sword as Mala's spell strikes it full force in the chest with a rush of sparks. Foes down, Daniel turns to look at “his” line. Praylor of Toran stands ready to his right and Drawna ,her beautiful face shining from the excitement of battle, to his left. Both have felled their ogres. Several more form an almost perfect line of defense anchored by the cliff wall. Dora is walking from warrior to warrior casting heal spells and the scouts are already out attempting to draw the next wave towards the group. “Ye hath made me proud this day – well done! “ Nodding his thanks to Dora, Daniel takes note of the wounded and sets to bandaging them as best he can. Pausing before Mala he tells her, “A bit more, and thy prize of oil whilst be in hand, Mala, now, standeth still, this may tickle a bit” as he sets to binding her small wound. “The Lord Protector willing, we whilst do this with no casualties” Daniel mutters to himself as he finishes. Daylight fades as the party ascends further into the Grey's, Daniel's shield and Praylor casting a circle of light in the front, a beacon for them to follow.

//a fun weekend. I know this thread is titled, letters .. but for simplicity I'm keeping it all together. I'm enjoying the attempt at storytelling. Daniel continues to struggle to learn the elvish tongue. If a moderator is reading this - for the record Daniel has a 10 INT. I'm going on faith in Hellblazer's say so that if I keep trying long enough, I will be able to learn Elvish. If this is not true at all, please pm me. I'm open but loathe to using my next stat increase to an INT point, but will do so to learn elvish. I really need the strength more. On a good note, Daniel makes 10th lvl this past weekend. I put more into healing(2) and discipline(1) and take improved critical longsword.

cbnicholson · « **Reply #19 on:** August 23, 2006, 09:32:40 AM »

Sunra, Oclar 1, 1404, 14:09:45
Hlint, Mistone

Dear Mother and Father,

I hope this missive finds thee hail and whole still. Mine latest adventures here hath filled me with a quiet confidence in friend's and mine own ability. Not with pride, nay, such wouldst be folly, but with true appreciation of the gifts of friendship and skill the Lord Protector hast bestowed upon me and min e brothers and sisters.

It were Brother Jaleel, I believeth who organized the expedition. Sooth, it were but two days ago I spoke of Captain Garent's request to quell the lizard uprising in the moors to the east, but he, being ever thoughtful, kept mine comment foremost in his thoughts and acted upon it. I spoke also of seeking aid in this, but gave it over soon thereafter to aid another as be mine duty in Rofirein. When I left the inn after a most refreshing sleep some two days later, Jaleel had Balazar, and Praylor ready to aid me in the quest! “Ah, there you are.” He sayest to me, “ I have been waiting for you so that we may complete your quest.” If ever a man deserveth honor for service, it be he. I be most grateful to have such a friend and brother in faith.

A short time later, we completeth out party with Malor, Tyrian, Brother Mandalorian, Sister Mylindra, and Master Witseeker. The journey through the high moors was most tiresome. Lizard man shamans blasted mine party with lightnings most hurtful afore they couldst be struck with fire or blade. We persevered, but in truth, I despaired at moments of our discipline; and as good as it was it had want to be better. In the end, the chieftain's head was given liberty and we fled his abode whole in number.

Upon our safe return to Hlint, Brother Mandalorian asketh for aid in retrieving the ashes for a little girl in Krandor. As loyalty begets honor, I agreed to help. Master Ozymandias, mayhap ye have heard of him? If not, he is an ancient elven bard, lored and wise, yet I fear something in him, a darkness or worse.*the last letter is slightly skewed as if the writer loses himself in thought for a moment before finishing* I digress, Master Ozymandias, agreed to travel with us to Krandor. He spoke of many things as he was want to do, but lastly broke off of from mine party , saying “If I were to join you in the crypts , you would see the true horrors it holds”. I believeth what he said were truth and bade him well. He graced us with his weaving of magic, to protect and to enhance our blades and went off to his own business. Our journey through the crypts remaineth a nightmare to mine waking eyes, dissolving skeletons, desiccators, and skeletal mages assaulted us from every corner afore the prize was taken and returned. Discipline was maintained and all escaped with life and limb.

If I have not scared ye both to an early grave, I will leave ye with these facts. I be well and in good health, surrounded by friends and stout comrades. My path in the Lord Protector clear and laid in front of me as stones lain in the path to the courthouse.

All my love,
Thy son, Daniel.

Daniel carefully folds and seal the letter with his signet ring of a shield surrounding a sword. He give the letter to Postmaster Vale for delivery. “The Poetr's of Luck, Mistone, good sir”.

As he walks back to the Inn for a quiet pint, Daniel remembers other events. Namely the argument with Jaleel over his involvement with Drawna. Frowning slightly, Daniel asks for forgiveness for his harsh words. “Sooth, they were spoken in anger and meant little outside of a gage to the depth of feeling I hath in the matter”. Daniel sighs at the thought of his love, her presence absent of late and missed.

Another image forms in Daniel's mind. Himself kneeling before Sister Serissa, confessing his love for the Xeenite, Drawna and asking for her blessing. Sister is reluctant and cautions Daniel on the folly of his love, but in the end is compassionate. The blessing granted, Sister confessed a secret back to Daniel. Her true love be not Barion, as some would guess, but a man whom both Daniel and Serissa honor greatly. He who has gifted her with a belt beyond price. She tells him that she is worried, some point of law, but what is law compared to the leanings of the heart? Daniel shakes his head and thinks no more of it lest his very thoughts be stolen. He has given his word to reveal the name to no-one and unto death shall keep his vow.

//just putting some events to paper. I was pleasantly surprised last night when Jaleel /Taz organized a party for my benefit and few others. I read in another posting that a base 12 INT is needed to learn another language, but this was not confirmed by a gm in the thread so I don't know its veracity. I'm hoping the counter argument of using skill points for a language is valid or my original assumption of extra time will hold true. *crosses fingers* Maybe a compromise like a half elfs ability to understand the language, but not speak it. Dunno. I'll probably be disapointed later when I request the language ear. Enough on that - I should just ask the question and be done with it.