Author Topic: The Memoirs of Rhynnala Asantiani (Read 5014 times)

LynnJuniper · « **Reply #140 on:** September 29, 2006, 05:38:35 AM »

   More thoughts on the matter:

   I should feel so much worse about this. I really should. But I don’t. The situation itself, it doesn’t make me feel bad at all. The reactions that will come forth make me feel horrible, but the situation? No. Not at all. It all falls into place making some kind of odd cosmic sense. I can’t explain it right now, but something good will come out of this. Good things always come out of terrible things…

   Thinking more:

   I have a terrible habit of doing this don’t I?

   More and More Thinking:

   Devils are bound by their words…Devils are bound by their words but they seek to make their words most beneficial to them. Maybe I’m missing something…..This time…It doesn’t seem that way.

   As a final thought:

   Why am I no longer afraid?

   I should probably seek to fix this. I know there are ways. But…I don’t -want- to. I don’t care what happens to myself, that’s not it. I don’t care what happens to Layonara. Still…

   Heh..Kyle said: The more things change the more things stay the same

   Definitely.

LynnJuniper · « **Reply #141 on:** October 01, 2006, 09:43:56 AM »

I could Write about Geladremess and Po'Tung or whoever the other demon is. I could write about what's been going on with MAF. I could tell you about Storan's crypt or the necromantic goblins... But to tell you the truth I really don't feel like writing...

LynnJuniper · « **Reply #142 on:** October 02, 2006, 05:23:10 AM »

They’re starting to die a whole lot younger. Its almost unsettling to think about really. Elgon is gone, and it really makes no sense. They’re just needlessly dying a whole lot younger. Elgon was younger than I. I hardly knew him, so why am I dwelling on it? Because people that have come to Hlint years after me are dropping like flies. Nepp and Ash are on death’s doormat, and while Ash at least has been here for quite some time, they’re no where near my experience or power. People aren’t learning to take better care of themselves. I’ve seen this first with Elrend. People Just aren’t learning. Perhaps I have simply been lucky, or perhaps they just travel more than I, but that is no excuse. People must learn to be careful, or else they won’t learn the fundamentals of survival. They’ll die. Over and over again they’ll die. Two months, and will anyone remember Elgon’s name?

Celgar, he’s….I don’t even have the words to explain it. When I walk away..When I walk away repetitively , that means I want to be left alone. It means I don’t feel like company. Why can’t he respect that? No, instead he yells and accuses me of ignoring him, accuses me of getting colder. So what if I am? If he’s going to complain about it, no one but himself is making him stay and if he’s going to stick around then he shouldn’t complain. I don’t understand what’s going on….

*Following the bulk of the entry are a few happy notes on lightning elementals, Brielle, Malor, and fun times*

LynnJuniper · « **Reply #143 on:** October 03, 2006, 10:05:25 AM »

*Rhynn sits in the room saved for her in her home on the Southern Tip of Rilara. She finds herself visiting more and more frequently lately, checking in on both her younger siblings and her niece. She feels as if her family has once again become her personal responsibility. That with the problems with the world she should seek to provide for them rather than adventuring simply to fill her own wanderlust. So she returns, more and more often, always bringing gifts of food or some odd trinket from one of her adventures. Rhynn smiles as she realizes the youngest one , now twelve himself may actually have some interest in the Arcane Arts. She may take him, may teach him, when she’s ready.

Sitting at home she has come to a certain group of realizations, all brought about by a line she’s read in a book*

You Can Not Lead Those Unwilling To Follow….

*No one at the time would realize how fully the young illusionist would take these words to heart, as such she pens the following , after the quote into her journal*

It’s time I stop being selfish and foolish. It’s time I learn to accept people for their faults rather than to ridicule them for it. Its high time I learned to bite my tongue and accept the plights the world has offered along with the gifts. My life is not as terrible as I would make it out to be. Far from, and its high time I realize that and stop acting as if it were. I have responsibilities. I have a family to worry about, and being the eldest it is not my job to antagonize over my shortcomings or the shortcomings of others. It is my job simply to fix myself to the point where I can compliment and care for those in my immediate sphere. It is high time I learn to respect others even if their goals, aspirations, skill, and ideas seem to vary so differently from my own that I judge them as idiotic. Its time I stop.

I’m well past maturity and its time I start thinking and taking some accountability for my actions. I cannot lead those unwilling to follow, but that in turn is not the most important aspect. The goal is not to take control of a situation, but to use your skills along with the skills of your associates to best compliment the situation at hand. The goal is not to let personal feelings and personal issues come between you and the task at hand.

Learn to work with others Rhynn
Learn To compliment your skills with that of others Rhynn
Judging is always going to occur, You are always going to get angry at something or someone, The goal is not to let it stress you out to the point of inconsistency, and render you inable to function at your fullest capacity.
What you want can be yours and you can take it
If you do it in a mannor differently and more acceptable then the way you have been acting.

All these things are written, now the hard part will be acting on them
Grow Up Rhynn.

LynnJuniper · « **Reply #144 on:** October 08, 2006, 03:47:43 AM »

Our M.A.F. Meetings are over. When last we met we made our way deep underground to find a glowing green orb. Enchantment. Ew. Inside the orb was a key. With this key we found our way to an old underground ruin sight. The old city. We found a library there and I was sure to grab a book as a present. Just tax records but…still a book really. An old, precatacylsm book.

We went into the shrine to find the toughest puzzle we’ve ever seen. Hours we threw ideas around, and eventually it was a combination of all of our ideas that was correct. At each cardinal point there was an oval generator with two orbs surrounding a trapped chest. The trick was to use the colors indicated in the song in order (Amythest, Red, Azure, Black, etc) And match them up with their symbol buttons on the generator (Heart, Flame, Eye, FISH, etc). To get rid of the trap. When we did so, we had our “Trails in pages” As Honora read from a book. I have the whole reading (or most of it) Copied into my journal from what she said. There was also a hazy form in the box in the center, and from what we read we deducted that they were keeping a preserved spirit locked away in slumber. So On we went when a portal made itself known.

The portal led to an underground cavern with many false illusionary doors, and the crystal guardians. Sadly we were forced to slay them though I would have rather not. On we went until the cave led to a pass back outside. There we met phantom sea elves and mer people which hurt our party dearly. Two died but we were able to return their lives to them before finding another temple. Going onward we found the final puzzle. A ward, and orbs.

The wards will fall the orbs will glow…

Maybe not exactly, but the staff Honora was holding was pulling itself towards the third piece (the chalice) inside of the ward. When it got there the whole thing released healer’s energy and we rushed back to the form in the box to find that it was revived into a hazy fading humanoid form, who has always been with the Mother Ocean. I think…we restored balance.

Yashilla had Corosca, the old avatar Of Shindaleria killed, tilting the balance towards Mist.

If this is the next Avatar , I think we may have tilted it back to center…

The Avatar thanked us and presented us each with gifts, a rosary made of healing pedals (the purple ones). Some of us received special gifts, starting with me.

“You work with the weave, and the azure course of the ocean runs through you. These were made by those of old like you, wear them well”

Said the avatar, handing me a pair of blue gloves. As I slipped them on I felt a new surge of creativity. My illusions will now flourish more so than they did before because of these gloves, as the illusionists of old and ancient times did before me, I wear these gloves.

Its been a long…long…long road. Its been tedious. I’ve been horrible to these people, and I’ve felt wronged many times. Yet still, we triumphed, we came together despite our differences to get this done.

Many questions remain unanswered, many things left to do , but that’s another adventure and another day…

However, M.A.F may be just the thing I want to work towards restoring…

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Other than that , things have once again become hectic with Malor’s kiss and declaration. I made it clear to him that while I feel for him there would always be, and always has been another whom I love with all my heart as well.

Unlike Ilsare, I think it is a great gift to be able to love more than one person in the same fashion and multitude. I’m not so sure…But Malor didn’t seem to mind, or if he did he didn’t let on. I still don’t want to hurt him, and hope to the Gods I can avoid it…

Seems either way I’m going to hurt someone though…..

Always this situation

LynnJuniper · « **Reply #145 on:** October 08, 2006, 05:30:58 PM »

There is no Future

There Is no Past

I Live This Moment As My Last

There's Only Us

There's Only This

Forget Regret

Or Life Is Yours To Miss

No Other Road

No Other Way

No Day But Today...

LynnJuniper · « **Reply #146 on:** October 11, 2006, 11:10:12 AM »

A few interesting things have been happening, however I feel as if we have made minimal progress in the aid of Faldiir in accordance to his little demon problem. This is mostly because Spelgaurd and the Tower of Lucinda are utterly useless if you are in need of their aid and your name doesn't start with an E and end in an ldarwen. Atleast, that seemed to be the thought running through everyone's mind..
I sent a letter out to the Employment Opertunities Agency in Prantz, and am hoping to get a reply from them soon.

Anything that ever was between Celgar and Is now gone, and Malor and I are connecting wonderfuly. I never believed those old words I heard, about being able to love more than one so fully. I always thought I would love only one, and have something that was never meant to be in the way I wanted it to for the rest of my life. Apparently I was wrong. Maybe Ill start looking into Ilsare again.

Speaking of starting things up again, I've been taking to brewing lately. Got Malor drunk from making him try the Dwarf's Head ale I made. Maybe I'll offer some to Exodus to see if I *truly* did it right. Malor's a really sheltered guy. I'm afraid I'm going to currupt his mind....

**Upon Finishing this journal entry, Rhynn purchases a load of very expensive lead based ink, and returns to a quiet place in the Network's base in Leilon. She spends the day recopying her journal (in very small text as to minimize the pages) into a new book, then burning the pages of the old one. Rhynn then prepares herself a ritual in one of the empty rooms, going on for hours casting an Illusionary Script on each page of her journal, designating the reader as herself only, and the suggestion as "Forget This Book's Existance and leave this place". After the ritual is complete she makes a mental note to renew it in eighteen days and takes the tome along with her**

LynnJuniper · « **Reply #147 on:** October 12, 2006, 09:09:53 AM »

A group was called to Dalanthar to handle the instance of a ring that oozed negative energy. In spending a lot of my time in and around Dalathar I picked up this rumor pretty quickly and decided to go check it out. Most of the people there I didn’t have a real problem with. And Malor was there as well. But then Daralith and his giant on a chain showed up.

I don’t understand the group’s reasoning. How could you not distrust a Ca’Duzite Drow? Now I’m not against Drow. I like Nepp, I liked D’Lin. But when you’re openly following Ca’Duz, making hell for the rest of the party without doing a lick to help (He’s a cleric and a wizard yet I did not see him lift a finger to fling a single spell nor heal unless it was for that big oaf woman whom he only keeps alive to serve as the shield he cannot carry)

The Scrying of the ring eventually led us to Highpass Fort, where I found a few fiddles on the stage. We learned that the ring was a gift given to bards with exceptional talent. The fiddles we eventually learned , contained pieces of a soul, though I was not content to let the Drow see these, we had little choice. He had a necromancer’s focus.

All together we decided to go back to Dalanthar, to find out from the local officals who could’ve had this ring. I was at this point feeling sick from the cold so we decided on Malor and Klaug to fish out the information while the rest of us stayed outside the town in case more undead (who seemed to track the presence of the ring) appeared. What was learned from a Halfling was that the man who earned this particular ring was a cheater that was kicked out of town. I’m thinking perhaps a mage who trapped the soul of a bard into a fiddle to win this ring. But why? Was there something special about this ring in particular, and if so why did he allow for it to so easily be picked up?

The ring led us to the fiddles through scrying, maybe by scrying on the fiddles we can then find the next clue.

However, if Dary and his oaf refuse to play nice, then…

----

Hawk showed Malor a book.

I feel bad for Malor, poor confused soul, Love him to pieces.

**After Writing she casts the same spell onto this page and closes the book**

LynnJuniper · « **Reply #148 on:** October 14, 2006, 08:19:57 AM »

   I met Epheris again. There was a call to aid to Saudiria to aid in their growing troubles with the giants, and some of the greatest of the world’s heroes answered the call. Well, maybe not world heroes per say, but stronger than what I usually have to put up with. Amongst the group were friend’s faces: Ael, Cym, Daeron, Gunther, and then faces I only see once in a blue moon: Reventage, Lalaith, Quillwem, Quantum. We were, all together an efficient team, more efficient than any group I have ever been a part of. As we rushed back from south to west gate defending the town I could not help but to think: “Would the battle in Prantz have gone differently had these people been by our side?” .

   I think it was one of the clerics who first noticed the whip marks on the giants’ backs. Something or someone was controlling them. No sooner than we came to that conclusion did the onslaught of abishai and pit fiends begin. It was then I was certain; Epheris had come to terrorize the town. And sure enough, standing off on a cliff in the distance: Epheris.

   Reventage seemed content to simply fling arrows at him in order to piss him off. Epheris must seriously be seeing a pattern in the women of Layonara by now; I think I’m quite civilized compared to some of them. Epheris eventually, after sending the terrible Enriyes our way (I fell to one. I HATE Enriyes. HATE HATE HATE) came down to talk to the archer, Reventage.

   Eventually I was able to talk to him (although he did ask me about my tongue, I said it was quite fine. I tried to keep myself in at least a partially respectful tone while talking. I know when enough is enough). Apparently the Saudirian fight was a ruse to get the attention of some of the best. Why thank you Epheris, you’re not so bad yourself, far as Devils I hate go. He gave me, and us his word that he would not attack Saudiria again, and then exploded as Ael questioned his word. I had to calm the two down, stating that a Devil would stick to the word he gave, no more no less, and that if he said he would not attack or send things to Saudiria anymore, he meant it. Anyway, Seems Epheris wants us to take out a demon-worshipping cult. Now, I have no problems with this. They worship demons and therefore should be eradicated. But I made it clear to Epheris right then and there: I was not a lap dog. I’d do it this time because of my own intentions. If someone else had asked me I would have done it as well. However, Epheris will get me to do no evil. Epheris told me we had a choice, and if we didn’t want to do it he’d just do it himself and not attack the town regardless, when he had time. I asked him what was keeping him so busy.

“things” he said. All right then, none of my business. That’s not to say I’m not going to look into what he’s doing. He may not be directly trying to kill me anymore, but it doesn’t mean I trust him enough to have a free reign. I’ll do what little I can and get others to help.

   Things with Malar are going as good as or better than ever. I’ve taken to cooking now and managed to make quite a tasty loaf of wheat bread. I’m also in the market for some wheat flour and corn oil, and it seems I’m going to be paying quite a bit for it. This may be a problem, as I’m trying to save up for a house. However, I believe that with the funds I will receive from the raw diamond, I can replace whatever I’m spending on the materials. And then, in addition I will have other things to sell, A lion’s bag and a few other assorted items.

I feel myself becoming, with my love, more devout to Ilsare again. I feel almost terrible, in being such a fair weathered friend to my Goddess, that I do not deserve the gift of love she has bestowed upon me. I will make an effort to become more devoted and appreciative to and of the gifts I am granted. And give proper thanks

**It is now understood that Rhynn does a ritual for every page she writes**

LynnJuniper · « **Reply #149 on:** October 17, 2006, 06:12:14 AM »

Poor Lily. All that time it was her dead sister manifest in pockets of the Weave, possessing that trashcan. Possessing isn’t even the right word. Lily, a mute girl from Hlint, had a sister that died in a farming accident at age five. They were twins, and her sister; Lotus felt the need to look after Lily and finally got the chance to do so. Yardislan and I played with the idea that the ‘spirit’ was a manifestation of Lily’s power and imagination, and that she was, in fact, a budding sorceress. That turned out, however, not to be the case as the weave was amplifying negative energy (not that the spirit was bad, negative energy is just the power of the dead) to give the spirit a bit of a kick. In the end we learned that kids pick on Lily because of her disability , and she had no friends, causing her sister to stick around. We convinced her that her parents would take care of her, and Quil went so far as to offer an alternative, adoption (I guess from some of the kids Nyyana and Anna take care of) for the parents of Lily, so she could have a friend. Lily’s a cute girl, and she has a dear family, but there was too much affection invading my personal space for me to actually enjoy.

Got back to the benches, sold a few diamonds got a bunch of corn and corn oils and sat around with my love…when he got down onto one knee and…

Well , he asked me to marry him.

I don’t think I could’ve been more shocked and well...happy. I think I may have fallen off my chair or passed out. I could not have said anything besides what I did. So eventually, I am to be married.

We spent a bit of time talking about it, and then I heard an almost Booming

“RHYNN! You’re not going to give up your adventuring for cooking and babysitting are you?! That’d be a shame!”

I turn around and see none other than Plenarius. Well, I don’t mind the man, quite like him actually. Just..well his wing span always scared me a bit ever since I went flying on firesteep. I mean, its not because its unnatural, I don’t like wings in general. The carrier falcons scare the life out of me as it is!

I can’t help but think through all of this though: Do I deserve it?

I took everything from someone.
I gave nothing (but what I could) in return
And then I took happiness for myself…

Am I truly that selfish?

I made it excruciatingly clear to Malor when he told me he loved me and I him, and he said he accepted it. But Does he? Or does he just feel so strongly that he’s forced to. If the positions were turned, I would, and I have before…

Is what I’m doing right?

I shall pray to Ilsare for answer, but I shall also seek to find answer myself.

(Side Notes: Houses are in less abundance and more expensive than we thought, itll take a bit more work.
Karthy is fun)

LynnJuniper · « **Reply #150 on:** October 20, 2006, 08:29:11 AM »

The days have been busy. I’ve been going along with Malor, through Mistone Rilara and Dregar raising money for a house of our own. I am aware that the house will probably need a lot of work to get it the way I want it to be, so I am prepared to pay more. We’re also making some progress with the wedding itself. Though no date is set, I’m beginning to come up with an invite list, and I’ve also pinpointed who I wanted to be in the wedding, and made them dresses of red and white, in Ilsare’s graces.

There are Five people I can think of that I would want beside me on this day:

Anna: she’s been a sister since the beginning. Even though I’ve ruined our relationship, and don’t deserve her friendship in the slightest, I do want her by my side. We’ve been through much, and I’d like to believe that we’ve helped to sustain eachother. She’s like a big sister to me. Even if I don’t always follow her advise, it is always there, and usually I find myself going back to it

Nyyana: if Anna is like a big sister Nyyana is a little one. I have not seen her in ages either, but I feel as if I could have been like a mentor to her if given the chance. I worry about her and seek to protect her. Abigail asked this of me a long time ago, but this is not the only reason. She doesn’t need me. She can take care of herself, however I’ll be there for her. In the relationship between Anna, Nyyana and I, I guess I’d be like the middle child.

Brielle: My newest friend, and also one I feel as if I relate to quickly. Started out not caring much for eachother, but that was before we realized how much we have in common. She’s an Ilsarian like I am. She loves completely and fully. I seek to guide her and she seeks to aid me.

Muiriann: With what has happened with MAF, One would think a Mist-ite would mean certain things for me. Not so. Muir may be chaotic in nature, as her goddess, but that suits me well and sometimes we can not help but agree where others would look at us as if insane. Ilsare and Mist are friendly towards one another and so are we. She’s heavy with child as well now, So I will seek to aid her in that

Finally:

Matilda: She’s been a constant for me, ever since she sought to help me get out of my involvement with the Arcane Alliance. Though I never became a Lucindite as I suspect she may have wished, We’ve fought at eachother’s side many times. The mage, and the protector of the Weave. There is no one I would trust at my side in battle as much as she, and therefore no one I would want more at my side at this time of transition than her.

The places for the wedding may be :

Gelon river – near where I was born
Minaret of Symphony – Beauty and Symbolic Value
Lake Rillon: Natural Beauty.

We still have a few more places to scope. Perhaps Lake Corax ..

Or…Or that beautiful Lake on Xantril of accessible! Yes! I think I may want the wedding there! Would be hard to reach, but I would love it!

Thinking of having the freelancers cater to the party, even if we do not hold it in the tavern.

LynnJuniper · « **Reply #151 on:** October 23, 2006, 07:21:13 AM »

Our House is purchased: 232 Halft Lake. We didn’t bother to furnish it yet due to the house inspections coming up soon, and the fact that I think we’re going to get a bit of remodeling done. The house is way to open and a bit too large, actually, for my liking. I was thinking something a bit cozier. The house does however have a pleasant yard with a nice flowerbed and arch.

New Ideas for the wedding: We may have a cruise, that is a wedding on a ship. So far the invite list is up to thirty , including us two, those in the wedding and the priests: and I plan to keep it that way.

However, I’m afraid. I have my own qualms against giving myself completely to a person. I don’t know if I’m ready for it. I don’t want to be tied down by a ball and chain for the rest of my life. My life is mine, I want to be free to do as I wish. If I want to get up one day and leave for months, I want to be free to do so. If I want to spend a few weeks far away from everyone, Well, I want to be able to do that on a whim too. Right now I feel as if I can’t. I know myself. If I get cornered I’ll seek to escape. I love him, so I don’t want to feel cornered. I know if I feel as if he’s taking my freedom away , I’ll take it back myself. And that won’t always lead to good things..

….Adept at Ruining my own Relationships….

Indeed…

This cult that is arising in Arabel is giving me problems. Especially when I wake up with Calise and Ilsare’s healer poking me asking what I did to myself now. Nosy girls. Lilian is still with them, and Honora , under Lin’da’s guidance rushed in, got herself noticed, and then had the Statues attack us. I mean, the least they could’ve done was ASK if I’ve prepared my spells yet. They almost resulted in me ruining my book! Shame on them.

Few more things left to do. Get the estimate on the wedding. Contact the Freelancers, tell them I need food for thirty. Get the gold for that . Finalize the date. Send out invitations..

So much to do…

LynnJuniper · « **Reply #152 on:** October 24, 2006, 10:57:09 AM »

I spent yesterday with Plenarius. His wings, well, I don’t fear them as much anymore. I guess its like an acquired taste, something you have to get used to. It’s the way he is. I shouldn’t fear something because of the way it seems. Its not that I don’t trust him. Its simply that it startles me. Or that it startled me. I don’t mind it so much anymore. We just traveled around Mistone and eventually met up with Daeron and Jennara to have Plen make a few emerald rings and amulets (this was after he told us the story of Eon and Katia). We had a nice little chat on the way though, before I got myself attacked by assassin vines in Selian’s forest.

He’s so free. He can just pick up and go whenever he wishes, and I told him as much. He compared it to my being able to go invisible whenever I wished. But It’s not the same, He can remove himself from society and not return. I have duties here that I must perform. I have the things I’ve gotten myself into. I can’t just fly away like he can as much as I sometimes wish I could. I long for his freedom, I truly do.

LynnJuniper · « **Reply #153 on:** October 27, 2006, 07:07:34 AM »

More crock and bull about those negative energy soul items. As a side note to all of this, I find it funny that people who have little to no respect for me can’t help but follow me. People whom I haven’t said a kind word, or any word to in years, can’t help but be enraptured by me. It’s rather flattering really. It’s so funny that those who show not an ounce of decency towards me are so willing and able to simply….follow me where ever I go, even if its out of a tavern to get air for a single moment. I guess they’re just nominating me as a good leader, seeing as they are , by default so willing to follow.
Now, about those soul items: It was agreed to take them (after finding two more) to the temple of Aeridin to perform a counter ritual in order to remove the souls from the violins and put them back into the cycle. The thing that almost brought me laughter was the fact that the Aeridinite priest seemed hesitant to do his duty. she seemed to not want to return the souls to the cycle. It was quite amusing actually. She asked if the souls wanted to go back. Irrelevant, Do you ask undead if their souls wish to return? No. But you put them back anyway. The Aeridinite then stated that the souls may have decided upon themselves to be there. Again, what’s it matter? A lich decides to lock his soul in a phylactery to escape the cycle as well. What makes this situation any different? After I stated all of this the Aeridinite, grudgingly offered us a book to help. I think she was just upset that I was lecturing her on her own dogma. Well, she should go back into study. I don’t think she’s ready to be a full fledged priestess yet if a mere mage can point out the flaws in her own religious understanding.
I wish Maev the best of luck in performing this counter ritual, as I do not think anyone else amongst us can. That girl worries me. Before we set to go she appeared at the bindstone weakened and fatigued. Despite our differences from day one, she is one of the faces I would be sad to see leave this world. As I said before, and will say again: I like her. She’s spunky.
Honora and Daralith on the other hand. Well, they can drop into a ditch and drown for all I care. They get no Rhynn love. If I could somehow take this operation on with Malor, Storold, Klaug, Gunther, Maev, and Therain I would. However, I know that I can’t so I must simply rest assured in knowing I’m doing the right thing in trusting each item with the people I hand them over to. I fully admit that I am not always the best person to handle such things. I also, however see that A Drow Necromancer Ca Duzite (I can tell, there are barmy spiders EVERYWHERE on his robe and he calls Az’atta a wretch) should not be trusted with anything. Thinking this saddens me. Tathnolu was my friend, and yet he is a Drow and I suspect a Ca’Duzite as well, from what Ael has told me. However, Tathnolu never seemed to be as outright evil as Daralith. Maybe that’s what makes me like him, or maybe,….he’s probably just fooling me, That’s what Saddens me. Hrm…Of tangent. Anyway, I see that I am doing the right thing, and even if one or two or even a whole group of people ridicule me every step of the way, I know now, from Ael’s advice (one who has always been there for me regardless of the many falls I’ve made) that there are those that would stand behind my every decision, or at least listen to them and offer their advice in a kind way whenever possible. There are those I can bounce Ideas off of and gain something from, and there are those who either will not listen or ridicule every step of the way. When I am around the second type of person I must grow skin as bark or skin as stone, as my spells allow me to do, grin, and bare it, always keeping in mind the people who would stand behind me. I am going to take to traveling with these people more often if possible: Ael, Sahala, Yard, Daeron and whomever else seems to listen to me and accept me for who I am. Even Lin’da maybe, Her intentions don’t seem to be cruel, on the contrary: I get the feeling that she atleast feels as if she’s watching an earlier version of herself. I think it angers and upsets her. I think she truly wants to help but is going about it the wrong way, so I tolerate her. I can grow to like her if I can understand what I am doing to upset her. She’s good for bouncing ideas off of as well when she stops from acting long enough to listen. Well, I guess this turned into a report on all of the people around me. Ah! The housing examinations of Prantz are over and so Malor and I decided to furnish our house finally. The wedding has been postponed indefinitely or until we both come to terms and are ready for it. Or rather, when I am ready for it. Anna and I had a talk and ultimately I agree. I don’t need a piece of paper forcing me into a binding love, I already love him and don’t need to be bound into it. I love him, and I’ll love him until I don’t love anymore. And that is that. However I don’t see not loving anymore as something that’s going to happen, so he’ll just have to accept me as the way I am, and I think he is. I simply wish he would give me his own opinions though and not be so inclined to follow my own. I don’t mind him disagreeing with me, all people disagree at times, I just want him to feel comfortable with the fact that he does not always have to agree with me. If there is no honesty understanding and trust then there is no love.
I think I am going to speak once again with J…J, and see what’s going on in Prantz. Now that I am successfully settled in I think I may have more of a chance to obtain employment there. I also have a few things to handle with D and Jr about ‘N’. I believe that in working with these artifacts, as I plan to do in Prantz that I can get closer to reopening the museum, finding Kaya, and remembering Estibana to the best of my ability. The Keeper told us to remember, Ill do one better: Ill share Estibana with all who will know it or listen.

LynnJuniper · « **Reply #154 on:** October 31, 2006, 07:21:06 AM »

The Following are Rhynn’s Notes on Everything she knows of the Seeds of Four Seasons….

A Time For Revenge

And So It came time for the Triumvirate Offical: Triumvir Elika To announce her resignation from office in order to spend more time with her family in Luck, as well as returning to her duty as a priestess of Aeridin. Serving in the position for six years, Triumvir Genma has promoted for the welfare of the common people as well as leading many disaster relief operations. Her leave from her current post will be effective immediately once a suitable candidate has been found and approved by the current Triumvirate. The arrangements were made, and the Mistone Alliance started to run checks for those suitable for the new opening in position. The Queen’s advisor Gilormere Earthen came up with a few names, but none seemed as qualified as the Sorceress hailing from Hamsphire: Jains Meteior. She had been described by all who knew her as sociable, charming, and intelligent. Unfortunately, besides this no one knew much more about her. No significant works were mentioned besides the fact that she ran as an Assistant minister of the Commonwealth and of Intelligence. So the day came for her to be anointed into office. The ceremony took place in the courthouse of Hlint, where a portion of the world’s Dragon Called heroes were invited as witness. The Flag bearer called their named as Triumvirs Danta Maru, a rather shy and easily influenced woman, and Tanus Lorn, a good hearted man, were introduced along with the retiring Elika Gamma. Trumpets were sounded, and all stood to see as the new Triumvir Jains Meteior gave her introduction speech. Much to the confusion and surprise of those around her, Jains gave, instead a first proposal of action as follows:

“I propose as my first order of business to Remove the treaty of Mistone and Roldem, since the Kingdom of Roldem no longer exists, and to remove all Mistone troops from Roldem. I propose to vote immediately.”

There was an outrageous cry amongst the court, made by the Dragoncalled and Triumvir Lorn. They would not stand for this. Lorn made a speech, saying that it was Mistone’s duty to help Roldem in their time of need, and many dragon called applauded at his words. However, it would not be this simple. For the vote was cast, and both Triumvir Maru, and Meteoir voted for the removal of the troops. Maru, apparently ashamed at how her decision went over , or perhaps downcast and how easily swayed she was, left the building immediately. Lorn stayed after to speak with the dragon called, telling them how little was really known about Jains Meteoir. It was proposed by Rawkwin, cleric of Aeridin, that a small group, consisting of him, Sniverous, and myself would go speak with Allurial and Gilormere. No sooner than the three of us got out the door were we called back by an urgent call. Two Minister assistants; Turis and Kane, and the Minister of the Commonwealth Burbis had been kidnapped by constructs. Turis was last seen heading for Haven, Kane to the grey peaks and Burbis to the temple in the High Moors. The Dragoncalled split into three groups, each going to help one of the Mistone Alliance officials. Reventege, Brisbane, and Plenarius were the three group leaders. I went along with Plenarius’ group to the High Moors, which consisted of myself, Rawkwin, Sniverous, Jennara, Twixel, Lalaith, Yardislan, Rodlin, and myself amongst others. On the way to the temple we fought many different constructs: Clay and Bone Golems, along with Golems of Rock, Metal and Shield. Halfway there, we ran into a Golem that seemed to talk freely. He seemed to have a mind of his own, not merely dictated by another:
“Puppets of the Shifter! Allurial and Lucinda are the True Betrayers! You are just being used!” He said.

We ignored this, killed the golem and went on to rescue Burbis, and bring him back to Port Hampshire, where we met up with the other two groups and had a talk in the temple there. We learned that the other two groups had golems give them messages similar to the one we received. Similar to the one Ozymandias, Celgar and I went to speak to the Queen Allurial about some time ago… The three Officials came together stating that gnomes and wizards, clad in black and baring the mark of Corath were the ones controlling the golems. Upon questioning them about Meteoir, they admitted to knowing almost as little as we did ourselves. After the talk, the three officials were taken into highly secured carriages to return to the Mistone Alliance HQ, which would be on Level 5 lockdown for one month, costing the tax payers precious money when “paying for Roldem, a kingdom no longer beneficial to Mistone” Was seen as a waste. In two months time at most, the Troops of Mistone will be pulled from Roldem unless we do something to stop it. I implore you not to stop donating, and do not give any donations through the Mistone Alliance, since we do not know weather or not our donations are reaching the hands they should rightfully be touching.

A Time To Kill

Meeting again in Hlint, after hearing rumors about an increase in crime, the groups set off again; each group now with more members than the last time. One group headed to speak to Allurial, and the other two to Hamsphire to learn what they could on the woman Jains Meteior. One group, my group, was left without a leader, seeing as Plenarius decided to fly off on his own to gather information on the Mistone Alliance in Velensk. Without Plenarius or Rawkwin (Who joined another group) We were at a loss, once we split with the others while fighting golems all the way. Our group decided to look for information having to due with the birth of Janis Meteoir, to see if we could find anything to lead us into some insight about her past. We checked the birthing records at the Temple of Deliar with no avail. The Halfling High Priestess said that they did not keep many records on the “tall folk” and that since she was a sorceress we should try Lucinda’s House of the Weave instead. Upon arriving there, we found the other group, Reventege’s group , along with Plenarius. Plenarius said that all he could discover in Velensk was that they had tightened security. Reventege’s group, however got a lead in talking to the barkeep in Hampshire, and went off to Shoufal to follow it. Our group (consisting of Yardislan, Jade Willow, Jennara, Xan, Quantum, and myself) Went into the house of the Weave to find the group of Ozymandias and Brisbane. They had found a mentor of Jains in the art of the Weave, and were speaking with him. This mentor told us that Jains had surpassed all of her peers quickly, due to having another, private mentor. However, when pressed on the issue it seemed as if he lost the ability to speak. Ozymandias first asked if the mentor’s name began with an S. The wizard nodded in the affirmative. He then asked if the mentor wore black often. Once again, a nod. That settled it: Jains had been working with Selian. That left the mentor under Selian’s spell, which he tried to get rid of himself. It cost him his life. He blew himself up by attempting the counter spell. Selian had used her enchanting power to lead Jains to success. The only connection I can see thus far is that Selian wishes the world to be destroyed, and with Jains appointment into office, the continent of Mistone, and the kingdom of Roldem would fall into chaos. We headed back quickly, once again fighting many golems, to first leave a message with the Queen’s advisor (who led Ozymandias’ group to the house of the Weave in Hampshire), telling them about the new founding. We met a hefty amount of golems in the goblin wastelands, and feared that Hlint had been attacked. We sent a few off to Hlint , while the rest of us headed for the house of the Seilwood witch. As usual, Ozymandias took up the role of speaking, telling the Seilwood Witch about Janis and Selian, and the chaos that was reigning the continent. The Seilwood witch assured us that she would stick by Allurial no matter what, and hold true to the sister‘s pact. She also warned us that the Striker of Fear and the Lady of the Land were sympathizing with Selian. Also, Misty, the youngest and most influential sister, may side with Selian as well if well persuaded. With this new information, we headed back to Hampshire to meet the other group. In Shoufal, they saw Jains talking with Selian and the Lady of the Land who remains unsure of whose side she would take in this war. Ultimately now we are at a loss of what to do…the sisters are at a conflict, a pact that was once made is now broken. The sisters are united no more. Pieces of seven. Selian has something planned, I know it…but what?

A Time For Reason

Meeting in Hlint once again, our large group was contacted by one of the Seven Sisters herself: The Lady of The Land. She said that she was, indeed sympathizing with Selian’s cause, but would give us a chance to convince her of our own. With many people speaking we eventually got her to agree with us on a condition. In order for her to side with Allurial in this war we would have to mend the Broken Forest. Brisbane deducted that in order to do this we would need something she has heard about in her father Rhizome’s stories. Something called the Seeds of Four Seasons. Each of them, we thought, to be buried in a place of their liking: Summer, Winter, Spring , and Autumn. Our thoughts were Firesteep, The Barbarian Isles, the Thunder Plains and Willow’s Weep. With that we thought it most logical to first head to North Point then to Willow’s Weep and from there, Firesteep. Getting into Willow’s Weep was easy enough and we met no conflict, but where was the seed? Eventually Brisbane merged with a tree nearby , a very old Willow and returned some time later with the Seed of Autumn…And that was it…

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Seeds Of Change

Many years went by from that time with little to know talk of The Broken Forest, Selian, The Seven Sisters or The Seeds. Odd things, however seemed to be happening all at once. For one the Queen Allurial had gone missing, or very very sick. With this as well, was a gathering in Hurm to listen to the Bard of Blackford tell his tale of something that was sure to interest the heroes and heroes to be of Layonara. He also invited others to talk. This is what was said:

“My name is Powell Bard of Blackford Castle Library. It is my intention to write on the Seeds of change, something that I would say has already begun. Let us start then with recent history. There was an incident of note that set quill to paper not so long ago near Hlint. A brownie pursued by a balor of all things set things into motion. I may invite others to better describe that incident but the thing was the Balor and friends were seeking something, a seed and that has brought this assembly together. “ Now to start, things moving to held mend together some unity. I would make a proposition. First I will shortly invite those with knowledge and a desire to share it here with this assembly to step forward and make their information known. Secondly, On behalf of the Library of Blackford Castle, I am empowered to offer a small reward of 2500 gold owed to be traded in against books from the library as it suits the victor for any who can bring this seed into the care of the Library. This is something I do...knowing others may have their own ideas but it occurs to be that there may be...other ideas... So with this in mind I will return to this subject after others have spoken, oh and at that time I will take question. Now is there anyone here with the motion to get things moving.

A Halfling named Guddwick Muggins Steps Down:

“Hello Everyone. I have one note that states

The bright seed of the balor seeks this we should have it under Druid ontrol so let those who oppose us feel our ire.

Yea so that then lead to look and found another note as well.

If this seed the balor looks for is the force of law then we need to know more...recruit...read..check bards...make laws to cover. eventuallies

We then took our part in search of a bard of law. After a few days of searching with my party, we then discovered a note that was within the Blackford Castle

The Summer Seed: The Yellow Seed: The Bright Seed. Its history and purpose lie with the Druids of the Higher Path

We then found our way to point Harbor of Rilara, a painting of a lady mentions what you said sir, Imps chased by a brownie that started all this in the Seilwoods of Mistone.We did our best to slay the beast, and there was a stone set on the beast. It had writing on it. So then we brought ourselves to these woods and found our way to the Ranger's Vale. As our party headed further south into these woods we found ourselves surrounded by flying fire breathing beasts and one that seemed to be made of stone.

The Stone: Wait for the return of the Balors. Inform them where to go next only if they hold the seed.

Cleric of Rofirein Serissa makes her way down:

“In Hlint when man rushed in screaming for help. Barion killed the Balor, lots of imps dead as well. There was also a badly injured quickling (Brownie), I healed her and asked her what happened. She asked in return if I was the law.The Quickling said she witnessed a lady wizard send out an even bigger balor to find something called a bright seed. The quickling felt a… a sense of evil around this woman.”

This Woman was learned to be Selian of the Seven Sisters

Brisbane of the High Druids Makes her way down:

The seeds are something my father (Rhizome) has told me of. Its just a matter of finding where it resides in firesteep, and avoiding the red dragon Fisteron. The Autumn one was with a very old tree in Willow's Weep.

With all the information gathered the groups split into two. One forerunning group would go ahead into Firesteep to fight the balors if any found there, the second group consisting of the Druids would then retrieve the seed. This worked fine until the Druids got the idea that going ahead of the protection group (of which I was a member of) would be a good one. Michealis , the leader of our group was much perturbed with this idea and had no troubles expressing his feelings with Brisbane. After this slight disagreement, Brisbane decided to go talk to the water Elementals (Of Mist?) That resided on Firesteep as well. This lead to disaster and much death. Eventually it took our greatest fighters, mages and clerics to battle the elementals and raise our dead. In this time, Brisbane and Ozymandias went off, to separate places. Ozymandias to get the seed, or rather bark piece, and Brisbane to report to her father Rhizome. After meeting with Ozymandias again he told us that the seeds would actually need four pieces of bark to be found: Water, Earth, Fire, And Air. We had Two all together. Ozymandias then sent a dancer of Shadows into the Mines of Firestep to retrieve the third. He was successful, but unfortunately a Balor at that time arrived telling us he had retrieved Fire for himself, and that we would negotiate with him.

We all headed back to Prantz to plan our next move.

Though later, on a separate trip to Firesteep with Ael and Quill amongst others, we found a tree amongst the small apple grove, a tree with four bark indentions on it. This is the lock, the bark the keys. Insert the four keys, and the summer seed will come loose.

But before I worry about this, I personally would like more information. Gathering who I think will be best suited for the job, gathering information from the various places is exactly what I will do.

LynnJuniper · « **Reply #155 on:** October 31, 2006, 07:51:07 PM »

I spent some time in Tibum today. It's been so long that I've visited. Still, not a single change seems to have been made. It really makes one wonder if all of those donations to Jennara are going to good use, or rather any use at all. After listening to Ozy speak about certain world issues I feel as if I've gotten a better understanding of at least one side of the story.

All these poor people in Tibum. I think it's more effeciant for me to bring them my donations myself from now on, and to donate my time as well. Today I spent time with the children, showing them little illusion tricks (They seemed to like my pink bunny with a parasol) , and generally entertaining them while their parents cultivated and began to gather their things. I can only suppose they were working on fixing their houses or gathering food. As such I showed some of the older kids how to bake bread. I'm no expert but I do know the theories, so I figured making some kind of effort would be good. I also offered a couple of loaves and pies from Malor's storage to the children and families themselves. They seemed to appreciate it and welcomed me into their houses. I gave them my name as Asantiani rather than Rhynn. It's funny now that I think about it. In some way its as if I've become like my family back in Villiasport. They were sent there to help the town thrive. Maybe, despite the religious background conviction or order, I can do the same for these people, even if only on a scale of one. Maybe I can organize this myself as well.

One of the girls, I'd wager around thirteen or fourteen. Her name was Iasiu. She was adorable. I'd like to think that if I could ever have a girl, she would turn out to be like her. At first the poor thing was frightened of my magics, but with a little soothing and comforting I taught her that magic was nothing to be afraid of. What I found as her living conditions were quite sad. She takes care of her two younger brothers, as her parents died of starvation while providing to feed her and her brothers. I'll continue to look over Iasiu and her two bother's especially. I know how it feels to be the eldest taking care of the younger ones: I empathise with her, and if possible, will take care of her. She's much too proud to accept my help directly, but maybe indirectly I can make a difference.

LynnJuniper · « **Reply #156 on:** November 01, 2006, 08:06:36 PM »

That Iasiu, She's a lovely girl. I'm beginning to teach her to read and write. At least that is something she will accept not as charity but as a friend helping a friend. I told her I would do it so that we could more easily keep in touch. In truth that is only half of the reason. I want the people and children of Tibum and Roldem to be well educated as well as cared for and able to substain themselves. It is my hope that Iasiu (Who has already shown some interest in both having me teach, and teaching her brothers herself) will become a mentor to the other children and teach them what she will come to know. Eventually she will rise from the ashes of what the Gods had planned for her, and she will overcome these obstacles placed before her. Education is the key to a fortunate future as well as nurishment shelter love friendship and the ability to work together. I believe that while I can not give the people of Roldem all of these things I can strive to give them atleast some of what I have to offer. If that is an education: Reading and Writing, arithmatic and so forth, then so be it, It will better them

LynnJuniper · « **Reply #157 on:** November 06, 2006, 05:52:37 AM »

   Of the things that have transcribed I must now write. Firstly the plague that is effecting many in Hurm. It came about by a group of adventurers (The ones that decided Lin’da Daeron and Ralinda were more skilled than myself no less) walking into the mosscrypts to ultimately , no matter the good intentions, upset a dragon into attacking the town of Hurm. Above that, the dragon, known as the Black Plague, set forth its disease on those of Hurm. I am now glad that I wasn’t deemed ‘skillful enough’ to go on this venture. If I had been, it would have been my fault as well that the plague was spread. Funny how bad things seem to happen to or because of people that piss me off. Almost prophetic really. sadly the plague is also starting to effect those here, as the Pandorns, Omer and Daniel have caught it as well. Hurm is Quarentined as is Krandor

   From Lorindor there is a woman enchantress turning people into were cats that I have been employed to stop. Good riddance: I long for a chance to put the end to the life of another enchantress that is taking their powers too far. Even above necromancy, Enchantment is an evil art.

   And as for my dealings, Well let me just say that a rash and foolish decision was made by a party I had no control over at the time that will probably put us in dire consequences. And by us I mean them. I was not entirely myself at the time. There is no way I’m going through with this as is.

   The never ending quest for the seed has brought us to gain much information. More of which I will not transcribe here. Only that the Rofirinite Serissa has accused many of going against her religion to be outlawed including but not limited to: Jennara, Barion, Daniel, Brisbane, Lin’da, Elladan, Ozy and all in Brisbane’s party at the journey to Firesteep. Well, I did the only thing I could do. I warned Ozy and asked him to warn those who I would not seek to speak to. Like them or not its only fair they know what’s being said about them…

    Malor and I fought and made up….

   I have also lost one I considered a father, the only one to truly believe in me and seek to council me ever since my journey through Pandemonium. I am talking of course of the Dark Elf Ael. He has, for all purposes left. I found out when my worry for him (after receiving his downspirited letter) took me to his house and ultimately to his room. I should not have been prying around but I did find a letter left on the bed addressed to Sahala warning her of his departure. I left that place and the letter as it was. I don’t know if I’ll be able to get over this…

   But as something was lost, something was also gained. Tathnolu , or Tathy has returned. It was good to see him in Hlint again as I’ve missed him. I didn’t push the means or the ends of his absence, and told him much of what transcribed since.

   It’s amazing how good a well-rounded group of adventurers can do in even the most challenging of places. Truly amazing.

As for Roldem: Tili's learning is really coming along, she's all good with her alphabet, as are her two brothers. However she can read well enough to start telling stories from children's books to them. It also seems she has a wild imagination. Maybe a bard in the making, maybe trances of sorcery, maybe I will take her on as a wizard like me. I have to ask Malor a few things.

And in Prantz the gaurds are finally getting used to my presence. A couple of them decided to stop me one day (I -was- carrying many large boxes) to do a routine check. I assured them and showed them what I carried out in the open was no more than all the bread and pies I could fit in my hands for the situation in Hurm. I saw people watch on from their windows at the search. Its kind of sad. Is it possible to be content without being happy? They had the look of someone who has accepted this was the best life was going to get, that they had no more or no less than what they needed, and yet, they still seemed saddened. Anyway, I shared a loaf of bread and a few slices of pie with the gaurds who seemed brightened by that small gesture and allowed me on my way. I introduced myself formally and think that I am at least making some kind of positive effecton myself in this city...

I will be careful, and I will be as wise and thoughtful as Ael would have wanted me to...

Funny how tired I feel all of a sudden...

LynnJuniper · « **Reply #158 on:** November 07, 2006, 08:25:01 AM »

I can't be and I refuse to believe. I must seek out Drogo. There is no possible way I can handle this. None. None at all. It won't happen. Too many things can go wrong. What if it simply dies...

What if its....

*the ink is smudged as the book is slammed shut without finishing that sentence and only opened some time later*

And this relationship! I was fool to think I would ever be able to handle one of those either! Ozymandias was right, I'm perfectly adept at runing them myself and have been going down the same road time and time again. Ilsare is a cruel god that I never should of glanced in the direction of in the first place. If I love itll be my way, itll by my blessing and it won't have anything to do with the Heavens. Ill feel and love and cherish and respect every emotion seperately. I will relish in my joy and relish in my pains. I will learn to embrace all of lifes experiance, but in knowing that I ultimately control them. They don't control Life Death Love and Magic as much as they like to think they do. I control my destiny not some high up sitting on a throne. I am not to be governed over like this. I make my own choices.

LynnJuniper · « **Reply #159 on:** November 08, 2006, 09:42:06 AM »

False Alarm....

I got in contact with Drogo and it turns out I was not in any 'danger' at all. Furthermore It's as I have suspected. I'm not built to give birth to children. While able to concieve them I've been hurt too many times during the course of my growth to be able to give birth without endangering myself and ultimately the child. Such is life I suppose.

Those working on the whole negative energy crisis near Dalanthar are planning to meet again in the upcomming days. Am I going? I don't really know. It doesnt seem like I can make that much of a difference. Its not that I can't. Its more that I am not being given the oppertunity to. Its also not something I ever had to put up with. Well, Ill decide by the time the meeting commenses weather or not I want to be around for it. Perhaps I'll simply watch invisibly. I dunno...

I have to get in contact with Rhizome. I have a question for him...