Author Topic: The Memoirs of Rhynnala Asantiani (Read 5033 times)

LynnJuniper · « **Reply #160 on:** November 11, 2006, 04:50:58 PM »

Missions accomplished, deals made, things settled, strange strange things settled. I guess it’s kind of odd given the circumstances, but not at all unwelcome. I dare not write to which I speak here. But I am wholly serious, if what I have heard is true someone is going to get a –serious- talking to.

And the dealings with the enchantress slime have come to a close. She was using the power of a pygmy to transmute the men into a better society to which she could rule over, and was only sorry that she did not manage to complete her goal. In the end I was forced by my own better understanding and will to end her life. For those who think like that and seek to alter other lives so carelessly do not deserve the life they themselves are given. Weather it is my place or not to bring justice onto these people , I decided that this time, I would make it a personal duty. I all together, with recent happenings do not trust the Rofireinite church to take care of the situation. With the way they’ve been acting they would have been more likely to use her power in further experiments and make some kind of super army or something.

Broegar is continuing his shipment of people in black wagons out of the city and to another place. I am wondering if they are planning mass executions, genocide. But why? Simply to decrease the surplus population? Of course, he could be doing something insane like raising an extremely powerful undead army to use to take over the world. But That’s just silly…I hope

LynnJuniper · « **Reply #161 on:** November 14, 2006, 09:54:23 AM »

All I can really pen is: Wow…

Those who wished to do something about the plague in Hurm gathered around a fire in Northpoint. Frantic rumblings amongst the adventurers filled the air. ‘Will we be next?’ ‘What can be done’ ‘What is being done?’ ‘What of our friends left behind in Hurm?’

   I took a seat beside Jharl , Quantum, and Katrien wondering upon all of these questions myself, trying to find my own answers. Yard arrived and I briefly made myself known to him by giving him a peace offering of sorts. Almond and Chestnut Oil, Pecans, and Eggs: In other words most of the components necessary for scribing and the creation of the component called The Lucinda’s touch, used for the creation of higher end scrolls. In this time Quantum began to speak to us personally about a type of spirit that watched over him in the time he was in Hurm shortly before returning. I couldn’t say that I understood, but I will do all I can to help him, and let him know I believed him.

   Lin’da , who would apparently become the leader of this group (Go Figure) Led us into the Aeridinite temple to ask of a cure. Apparently she had been with a group that headed to Arborea to speak with the planar guardian Murelle much like I had once done in the torment of the planes long ago. We were told that we would be given aid in the making of the cure if we could retrieve from Arborea the component needed to do so. And so we set off.

   Yard and I fundamentally decided that we could open a portal to Arborea much as he had done in the past to open portals to both Arborea and Baator. I still hold a lily from the plane, that could have been used as a component for opening the gate and directing it into the plane we wished to head to. But apparently it was not to be so as very few trusted our competence in the situation and would have rather walked the path through Arabel and Xantril to arrive once more at the cave that led to Arborea in the past.

   So Yard and I took our teleportation tomes into Arabel while the rest of them walked. Let them know that our magic is both potent and direct. Do not underestimate the level of our ability….

   With that said we walked the rest of our way to said cave, and through the beautiful forests of Arborea to Murelle’s platform once more where we were eventually given the component for a cure and a way back to the Prime (the gate we took was one way) without having to go through the more wild lands.

   Upon our direct return we received a dire letter from Ireth: Broegar’s armies were on the march to Hurm. We were advised to warn the Druids and the Cenetaurs. This is when I used the my expertise in teleportation. The place I am most skilled in arriving to is Dalanthar, very close in relation to the Druids in retrospect with Prantz, where we turned up. I teleported, meeting Ozy on the way before running to the Druids of the Thunder peaks, giving them the warning then making my way to North Point to meet the others. There the Aeridinites worked to make one hundred vials of the cure with more to come. Jharl took some of these vials to Mistone along with Katrien. Barion , Praylor and another small group kept guard of the temple while a forerunning group would try to sneak into Hurm before the army arrived to administer the cure. Lin’da, Jennara, Jilsephonie, Angela Alantha and myself made up this group. At first we tried to obtain passage on a ship while learning of a naval blockade. Broegar was moving faster than we thought. After arguing needlessly with the sailor we gave up and took the road into Hurm invisibly, eventually climbing up onto a cliff in time to see Broegar himself along with his army and his Voice speaking to those in Hurm who were refusing his help. Eventually he turned his back but not before his voice read a passage: The very letter of Quantum and Elladan that spoke of cleansing the Moss Crypts of undead and what unleashed the plague in the first place. As a result Elladan and Quantum were considered criminals of the state. At this point the group who remained in Hurm exited the city to stare down Broegar’s speaker. Apparently Quantum turned himself in and was slaughtered, sent back to the bindstone while the others still refusing his help spotted us and brought themselves inside until the encampment and army retreated back to Prantz.

   With them gone we dropped down the walls into Hurm administering the cure as we saw fit before leaving , burning our clothes and bathing our skin. Hopefully soon everything will be alright And I will continue to help in the curing, rebuilding and aiding of the people of Hurm. I have even discussed with Ireth the possibility of taking an orphan of Hurm into my household. Even if I can not have children of my own I can care for another. I am confident in my ability to keep myself safe enough to be able to provide care and love to another. And I will do so.

LynnJuniper · « **Reply #162 on:** November 17, 2006, 09:08:37 AM »

It wasn't there. We'll let the others confuse eachother and lead us again. Wolves?

LynnJuniper · « **Reply #163 on:** November 19, 2006, 02:17:35 PM »

Funny: Not a lot of time has passed but a lot of things have happened. I suppose I am behind without really being behind. Sort of odd. I guess I better get writing:

   Kobal led the way back to that den where the cultists were hiding. This time we used the necklaces to get ourselves past the golems and it worked! The real problem besides finding Lilly was convincing the cultists that we were there to help them. Believe you me, we tried everything. Eventually I even tried impersonating their chanter with an illusion to get them to up out of there. They wouldn’t have it and we were in a pretty tight place so Kobal eventually just knocked them out and had the rest of them wait. I hated resorting to threatening these poor hopeless wretches, but such is the way things work.

   We spent the rest of the time investigating our surroundings and beyond another guardian (That’s why the cultists were so intent on having the amulet) was an alter that I sensed would be used to guide souls along to a given location: It was conjuration magic but more as a guide or a lead than bringing something here. Conjuration magic that would lead something here somewhere else. Reverse conjuration.

   The odd thing was the ‘nymph’ that seemed to show up randomly as soon as we were going to destroy the alter. Only she wasn’t really a nymph, She looked , when one looked with True Sight: like a red headed Drow with red eyes. Freaky. Anyway we spoke to her for EVER and eventually she got angered and told us to leave with the cultists, which we had no problem in doing. She was angry because we were intent on destroying the alter. I didn’t trust her at all and neither did Kobal but the rest just seemed to want to leave so we did. But upon leaving the woman sent Abishai and ERINYES (I HATE ERINYES HATE HATE HATE) on us. I knew she was a Devil. KNEW it….But we got out…

   I posted a warning in The Wild Surge. And A notice under illusionary script for those who we think will be able to help. Yes: we’re going back and vanquishing this demon..

   Better news: Sort of.

MAF IS IN BUISNESS AGAIN!

I was walking through Krandor, which seemed pretty heavily populated: When a man who claimed to be studying in Voltrex asked for Old Alvin of all people! Said Cricket Sent him! Turns out he was old Al’s nephew. I felt bad for dropping the news of his uncles death to him but he had a right to know. Anyway he asked us to find an envoy of his coming from Alindor, well..Rilara. (Jack apparently retired to a desert oasis: sandstone). But the Envoy never showed. After wandering what seemed to be in random directions we finally placed two and two together and realized the caravan with the envoys had been attacked by giants in Alindor. We went to check it out and found no survivors. We did however find a picture and figured out that the envoys were coming from somewhere in South Rilara. Near Home!

   There were lots of us though so we split into two teams. Sadly I won’t be going to my home which doesn’t seem to make much sense since I know it best. Whatever. But Jharl is leading the other team and I’m leading the second one! They finally trust me enough to lead! I feel so happy that I will finally be able to realize my goal of estibana, if that is what this is truly about. Or even just realizing my goal of studying ancient artifacts. We picked the team as we picked relay teams when I was young. One person would pick and then another. I think I got a pretty good team seeing as all the people that annoyed me last time were put on the opposite team thank the gods. I’m still kind of ticked that Jharl chose Quantum before I could. I like him a lot and would’ve liked his company on this but Oh well. Malor was put in the other team because they needed a wizard. If Lin’da shows up they can have her too but I’m going to try to convince Tathnolu to help us. Itll be fun!

   Speaking of Malor: He..we…argh…

   How can I love someone and hate relationships at the same time? I think I did something really terrible in walking up to Ilsare’s shrine and yelling how much I hated her in her general direction. I’ve probably cursed myself more than I already am…

   I can’t be in relationships. I hate the “Hi honey how was your day”s I hate the following everywhere. I hate the commitment I hate the shackles I hate the compromise. So Why did I lie to him and tell him I could do this?

Because I hate his tears.

LynnJuniper · « **Reply #164 on:** November 23, 2006, 04:00:08 PM »

So , against my better judgement I went back to deal with the Necromancer. I was asked by Malor for help:

Who am I kidding? I did it to prove to them that without me they would've been screwed. At least, I keep telling myself that's why. I don't understand myself some times. Am I disgusing my own goodness even from myself: Do the acts of kindness that may or may not drive me make me sick and in that case do I seek to cover them up with cynisism and cruelty. Or am I simply disgusted instead with the sarcasm and vileness and decide instead to cover that with goodness and loving acts.

Which is me? Or am I both

Am I the one that complains about good and evil when working in the fine line. Am I the one that works under good but with a vile face?

Or am I just a cynical easily angered , somewhat unwise and uncaring girl..

I need to stop with the facades...but back to what I was penning

The Necromancer is dead. Once again Magic Prevails. No, My magic prevailed. And I kept my temper. Why do I feel the need to prove myself to those other than myself?

Have I forgotten Ael's words? There are those that believe in my actions and my potency without me proving it. Still if I wish to obtain any respect I must do so this way.

The necromancer is indeed dead. But did he have to die? Who knows. So long as I could prove the potency of magic in a dire situation I don't really care.

As usual Malor and I hardly spoke on the expedition. I can't uphold this lie any longer. I have to tell him that while I care about him this just isn't working. We've tried. But I doubt I am meant for this.

I can love. I can love and loose and love again and I can preform the actions that are meant to go along with love (and only in love will I ever preform these actions). But I can't be in an offical relationship in a traditional sense. I just cant. It's not who I am, I am destined to be single. I am destined to stand alone, until I decide to love and even then indepentently and without compromise.

I can't compromise...I can't.....I have to be me. Unabriged me...

Yardislan has told me a few things of which I refuse to write here....

and We go back to Desperation Den fairly soon to take on the Devil that resides...

That is all

LynnJuniper · « **Reply #165 on:** November 26, 2006, 10:40:19 AM »

I saw Ash…By the bindstone….

In my foolishness I believed that it was simply her anguish over yet another death that made her look the way she did. That’s when she started speaking, and it only took a single word for me to know…

She wasn’t coming back…

I told her not to worry, that she would be in Glenns arms and run beside Folian with the wolves. I’m not really big on all of that god stuff, but I figured if its what you truly have your heart devoted to then that’s where you’ll be. I do believe though that she’ll be with Glenn. She needs to be. That was her place all along, and it’s only fair that now , even if it’s in a death most permanent that she gets to go to it.

She told me she wanted to see everyone smiling, and that I was supposed to go on and ‘plot evil deeds’. Yeah…that was Ash alright…We’re sisters, I told her as much. I told her I loved her and I’d miss her and she told me the same…I tried to hug her, and then she disappeared…

I haven’t felt this terrible since the first. No…This is worse then when Cole died. Much worse. She’s too close to me to be able to go like that. And now Nepp is left in a horrible condition and I don’t think he has much longer and where does that leave the kids? With Tyrian and Exodus? And what about when they’re gone. Then what?

It seems like sad news all over. I haven’t visited Roldem and Iasiu lately, but when I went back it was a scene of sadness as well. Iasiu had fallen sick: And sadly the healers and the temple both could not afford the herbs needed to heal her. The temple’s divine healing could only do so much without the proper funding to back it up. Most of the donations are going into the rebuilding and retcataloging of the library. I can’t blame them really. That’s what Aragenites do. Still I could not see another die. Not when she had her whole life to live and two brothers to look after. I gave her the money for the medicine and with the healers in that little tent I stayed with her until her fever broke. I brought enough to be able to pre-treat the brothers as well, they had been in contact with whatever it was. Thankfully it wasn’t the plague that was affecting Hurm.

There’s not much more of this I can take. I had planned to take Iasiu and her two brothers out of there. But now I have no where for them to stay, as I hardly have a place to stay myself. I set up a room in Jareg’s , and then there’s always Dalanthar. But I most definitely could not invite kids to stay in either one of those places (Especially the second). Once I save up for a place of my own though Ill take them home with me.

LynnJuniper · « **Reply #166 on:** November 27, 2006, 06:24:44 AM »

I wonder to myself now If I had made the right decision. I could not stand to see the suffering any longer. Even after everything we did to help Iasiu her condition bettered for a time and then once again grew steadily worse. Her brothers urged me to do something; sending me letter after letter of Iasiu’s condition. I did the only thing I could think to do.

I offered Iasiu a place to stay with me and my brothers and sisters in Rilara. She was dead set against it. Even in her sickness she has a strong will. I , of course offered to take her two brothers with me. No way would I leave them both alone. However they both assured me that they would be better off staying with their friend’s parents it Tibum. I will fully care for them and fully finance them, but they would rather be with their friends and their kingdom. As for Iasiu, her brothers eventually convinced her to come live with me at least until her sickness improved. It’s a unique thing. My brothers and sisters could not pinpoint it but it kept coming back. Iasiu is a weak and frail girl and between what I can decipher and my brothers and sisters’ divine skill we came to the conclusion that sicknesses that would not normally effect us effect her. It seems that things our bodies are strong enough to fight against , hers is not. Beyond that , Iasiu is only suffering what should be a simple cold or fever. It is her body’s strength to fight it off that is lacking, but so long as we keep her cared for she is fine and in good spirits; already asking to see her brothers again.

I continue to teach her to read and write and she is becoming quite good. She has an intelligence about her. She has a tongue about her too. Overly curious and not one to agree with you if she thinks what you’re saying is foolish or wrong. She’s even corrected my logic a few times. I knew I liked her for a reason.

I wonder if its cruel or wrong to want to keep her here with me. I adore her, and if taking her into my care means accepting her brothers as well I do not mind. Neither does my family on Rilara for that matter: They love their big family and are always ready to welcome one more….

I want to teach her, I want to , if she wants, make her into a proper wizard. I have already begun looking for my first books that Saebhel so discreetly left in my possession all those years ago, and in addition am salvaging what’s left of Saebhel’s underground library (that took a few visits). There are a few other places I can look but we’ll start there and see if she has any innate interest.

Other than that I’m beginning to gather information on something I am planning to write, and preparing myself for the next MAF meeting.

I’m also taking time out to properly mourn for Ash. In Ash I mourn for all of those I lost and have not paid proper homage to. Glenn, Addison, Elrend…Abigail….

LynnJuniper · « **Reply #167 on:** November 30, 2006, 01:36:57 PM »

There were children in Aeridin’s temple in Northpoint. In the earthreal one could see a Golden cloud. Quantum wasn’t lying , I knew he wasn’t. The golden cloud was as a dream land and each of the children were in coma like states, their astral projected spirit selves within the dream land cloud. Quantum wanted so badly to go back but Alleina and I feared leaving him on his own in there. With our separate skills we followed. I found some difficulty. I could see the soul …strands. I could see the soul strands leading upward, but it took me a while to figure out that I had but to follow them. The things I’ve read seemed trivial. I was able to reach deep meditation In the method I’ve read but no more. This way was the true way..

But I didn’t want to leave the dream. I loved it there. Those children though they had to go. I could not truthfully see their forms , just the golden mist. I’m sure that’s what I looked like as well. I recognized the forms of Alle and Quantum around me though, and together the three of us tried to get the children to return. Eventually we deducted that they understood our emotions, so we tried to feed them images and feelings of home. A family who would care for them, the fact that we cared. The simple things of life.

Truth was they didn’t know how to get home. We had to show them. I almost didn’t realize Quantum and Alleina disappear. Nor did I realize what I would later find out to be Katrien’s song pulling them back. I tried to will myself back by thinking of the only thing I would want to go back to but oddly my mind kept sinking into the negative….

That’s when Kat’s song changed. I didn’t know it was kat and I didn’t know it was music at the time but it accomplished setting my mind on what I alone could not properly do. I came back to the living and soon after the children did. And then that beautiful dream world disappeared and with it a part of my self.

I was angry. Angry at Angela for what I later learned she had done and Angry at Kat for listening and doing it. Angela said some words that made me feel better for a time, and I understand that what she did was really the only way she could return home. That what she did was not just for her sake, but because she knew she had to…..she knew because…..

The Following seems to be blotched out

LynnJuniper · « **Reply #168 on:** November 30, 2006, 01:57:10 PM »

*The following is written neatly on a spare peice of paper and shoved into a portion of her journal. It seems Rhynn has been brooding for some time*
//OOC: This is to be the thread pointed to on the off change in The DIIIIISTANT FUUUUTURE IF Rhynn Ever happens to die//

Rhynn’s Will

1) My emerald rings enchanted with intelligence to go to Ozy and Yard respectively (one each). I am to be buried with my amulet. My emerald mineral belongs to Ozy as well.

2) My gloves are to go to Ozy. They'll be useful to him. (Gloves of the Azure Guardians)

3) My ‘paladin basher’ (Oak Quarterstaff) is to go to Hawklen. He may find that kind of stuff funny.

4) Any books in my possession are Ozymandias’, except my journal and the first copy of my spell book. Those I wish to be buried with as well. All of the spell books Treana needs to advance herself should be made available to her at her wish.

5) My rosaries of healing, and my belt (In Honor of Shadow) are to go to Matilda

6) All True in my possession or in the bank is to go to supporting Iasiu and her brothers back in Roldem, and to the rest of my family

7) My Dagger, Saebhel's Demise is to go to Treana, as a sign of inner strength

All food in my possession should go to Jilsephonie to help with her orphanage.

9) I ask whoever is reading this to insult just one last person for me. And make it a good one, Ill probably need the laugh while burning enternally in hell's flames or something

LynnJuniper · « **Reply #169 on:** December 02, 2006, 11:54:15 AM »

A brief trip to the Abyss and Northern Xantril prooves that I could use some more training. My spells are potent in both defense and offensive manor, but knowing what to cast where and gaining some field experience would come in quite handy. I take it that I know not these things because I travel far less than your average adventurer….

1)   Maraliths have something to block most spells unless you breech it
2)   Bloodstone’s remnants have protections from death magic but Sun burst blinds them
3)   Fire giants are immune to the hand spells but Weird works well on them even if taken one at a time (Note; Try an empowered Phantasmal Killer to see if it works)
4)   Ice spells work well against fire giants if you can hit them with something that will not hurt your allies
5)   Some can evade spells of evocation unless you are very proficient with them. Either train up on evocation or use spells that cannot be dodged.
6)   Vampires pop well with Sunbursts and Disjunction works well

I’ll add more once I learn more. But with learning comes great danger and a chance at provoking the Soul Mother’s wrath.

LynnJuniper · « **Reply #170 on:** December 03, 2006, 11:08:23 AM »

Good Points:

1) I found out more about my home land of Alindor and have been asked by the Baroness to restore honor to her family who once ruled a kingdom within Alindor before it became Rilara. As such I feel like I’m doing a good deed to my homeland. Why was I so focused on Prantz when my thoughts should be with my home. I must find out more about Alindor outside my immediate sphere of my home. Maybe asking and reading will do me some good. We are, in a way still learning of the past, just in a different method than before. Before we did it through archeological study. Now we do so through primary sources and those who actually are still alive. In that way I am studying more recent world history now.

2) The group wasn’t as disorganized as I initially had thought. At least we weren’t all talking at once and arguing with one another. We did for the most part think things through

Bad Points:

1) In a burst of emotion, Maev went attacking a camp full of Vine members and gave us no choice but to aid her. I tried to keep Karn back. As a Xeenite and a bard he may have been needed later. I wouldn’t have wanted him seen. Plus he is my friend I care about him.

I feel as if I let those I was leading down. I never said I was the sole leader, just that I would be a strong voice and offer advice. I don’t believe anyone should lead solely without listening to the concerns of others. Daniel voiced my concern about fighting the Vine, and I had said its best to go in prepared, but not running in like some bloody dwarf. That was Daniel and my thought. I did however state that I thought fighting may be inevitable. I guess Maev took that as the go ahead to fight for her honor.

Anyway, she was captured and now we must retrieve her. If I was less of a person I’d leave her there to learn from her mistake, but I simply cannot do that.

Looking back I realize how little my own fault this is. True, I was at the end of my rope and did not try as hard as I could have to get her to listen…But seriously. I’ve tried and tried before and the same stupid things have happened in the past. Ultimately it doesn’t seem to matter if I try or not. So why do I feel so guilty?

2) Boo was tracking the Baroness so the Baroness may be dead. I am going to try to offer my position as a personal bodyguard if she will take me on.

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Plan:

1) We tell Toranites what happened, maybe they can send some help

2) We tell the baroness.

A) We think it’s the picture Ranalea wants, but then why is she camped outside bone hill? Anyway we can give Ranalea the picture instead of the twenty thousand true for Maev and convince the baroness its crucial for their own protection and the removal of the curse

B) We tell the baroness that we need back up and have them send us an armed force

LynnJuniper · « **Reply #171 on:** December 07, 2006, 04:57:03 PM »

Learned something new today, Iasiu was actually fifteen when I met her. Making her sixteen now. Her state has improved to the point where she feels comfortable traveling to and fro with me to see her brothers, who are more than safe and well cared for in their friend's home. They once again convinced Iasiu to stay with me, and with some intitial hesitance and prodding I got her to take a look at my old Arcane books. However I must admit she seemed a lot more interested in my music notes and violin, which I let her toy around with while teaching her the basic finger patterns and how to read the music. She has a knack for it, but she's also very studious , and enjoys the books that Im giving her.

Unlike practicing in secret, I've given Iasiu a safe place to learn. I've taken her away from my family at the times where I practice pronounciation and annunciation with her , along with the somatics and instead spend my time teaching her by the sea that I still enjoy so much. We sometimes head as far up as the bridge to the Thalos to practice. Along with the book work I've tried to teach her the practicalities as far as I know. Where to find the best Gum Arabic, What spells work better against what, and have even given her some demonstrations.

With the proper nurturing I think she may fully come to understand it much earlier than I did. Then again I had Saebhel and she , conversely has me.

The thing that upsets me is that she wants to see where I get off to so often, and Im dead against letting her come to Hlint with me. That place breeds stupidity and danger and especially in her state I could not see it as a healthy environment for her. If she continues to insist perhaps, but as of now Im not so sure....

Four though Journal. That's how many strands of my soul have been ripped off me. The last two in less than a week. Once trying to protect Karn and gather, and another in a strange dungeon with Brisbane and Ireth amongst others. Im just about done with this idiocy....I wish I could mean that.

LynnJuniper · « **Reply #172 on:** December 11, 2006, 02:33:37 PM »

I’ve taken some time from writing but once again in this little time much has happened. We descended back into the cultist cave for one, to deal with the horrors within. I spent some time between journies in Ozymandias’ library with a huge book going through what this devil woman could’ve possibly been. It should’ve hit me like a ton of bricks when I first saw her. They look nothing alike but their posture and attitude were all too similar. That woman we were about to face was an Erinyes just like Kea.

And so I deducted that the souls she was collecting were for weapons and armor. Soul Fodder. Just like the story Ozy always tells. I think I confused some of the people there who kept mistaking the Blood war for Layonara’s war with Bloodstone. Ah well. We descended not only to fight Devils but Demons as well. It seemed like a mini blood war going on in that cave. We used the dwarven way and managed to just blow our way through everything. I mean with Kobal and Lin’da there what else could we do? Wait. That was an insult on Kobal. I take it back. Anyway, the Erinyes “Several words follow and none of them are pretty or respectful” teleported off like the * again more words * she was. I guess that makes two Erinyes sitting around having tea in Baator discussing their favorite ways to prepare burned Rhynn. Or something.

Vin died there and we had to go raise him at the Shadon temple where the Shadonite I tried to trick couldn’t even take a joke. Whatever.

I now want to write about the time I’ve spent on the planes, from Carceri to Sigil and back to Layonara. It was a long and bumpy ride and I didn’t understand all of it nor will I pretend to. What I THINK Is going on:

Nephraverdan (Sp?): A Necromancer who was bound in Carceri who abducted Annalee’s children. His father resides on Carceri and is one of The First. The first Mages? The first to walk on Layonara? Ill have to figure this one out.

Shadison: Also has a major part in this. Is he the one pulling the strings or was he the –dark and terrible force- released from Carceri upon completion of the ritual using Anna’s twins?

Randhannavara...Randharavanna? Randy... – Someone Ozy’s dealt with before and is now willingly or unwillingly working for Shadison. He has a Book too. That’s all Ill write here.

Desde and Sauda : Two Children of Shadison. Wrath and Lust I think.

Serahala: Either Desde or Sauda’s Grandchild

Anyway, this is what we were forced to put up with. We found a black book which magiced itself into Anna’s bag for some reason, and we found the key to open it. It seemed too easy are we playing into their hands? We killed Anna’s children In front of her but Im not sure if they were really the true children or not. We were forced to run for our lives from Serahala’s Dirge. Someone taught her the song of power? Atleast Ozy, Angela, Alantha and I ran, the rest stood there wondering what to do. Some died…

Anyway that’s about where we are now…

LynnJuniper · « **Reply #173 on:** December 16, 2006, 08:14:04 AM »

Little things:

   I’m helping a dwarf learn how to read and recently have been practicing enchanting of all things. I’m kind of hit and miss with it, but I feel that for every screw up there’s been a success. I can’t complain at that, I’m just a beginner. So in the end I’ve been able to make some pretty nifty enchantments for my arrows. Now when I fire people don’t just fear my arrows accidentally hitting them, but also being stricken with fire and electricity as well! No idea when I’ll get the chance to gather a few sapphires for frost enchantments though.

   I was toying around with magic and apparently these gloves have had a weird side effect. They make my magic spasm sometimes. It just does what it pleases. I’m beginning to think these gloves were made for sorcerers because my magic is starting to act up when I’m not specifically telling it to. For example, my illusions are going out of wack. Never when I try to control them, then they work perfectly but…Well, when My mood changes my appearance decided to change as well. I got really mad at Annalee and my hair flickered red and started to get shorter. I got sad after that and my hair got longer and turned blue. Not really sure what’s going on there. I also like the water….yeah even more than I used to….Weird defective things. It adds a flare to life though, I like them.

   I passed out upon re-entering Hlint after spending a total of four days in a desert and one in a mine collecting sand and coal respectively. Got back to Hlint and couldn’t take it anymore. Apparently I forgot that people need nourishment, usually in the form of food. Strange thing was looking at the food made me sick. I didn’t –want- to eat it. I did eventually though, how could I say no really?

Enough of that. So Yeah, Little things, nothing big lately.

I’ve been wandering Rilar….Alindor more, trying to come across anything interesting that I haven’t seen before but I find affinity to the Grove of Illusions. I don’t know why but I like it there. I’ll have to ask someone what its all about.

LynnJuniper · « **Reply #174 on:** December 16, 2006, 08:48:20 PM »

Alindor is Alindor Again, Milara withdrew his hold for seven years. In return he asked the mountains, and their borders not counting the bloody gate, and no armies rallied within five hundred miles of the mountains.

First thing I did was post notices…Second Was check Home. It seems…Well it was always untouched by Milara , although some nasty stories to get kids in their beds at night were told. Nothing much seems to have changed. Whispers are even more surprised, paranoid, and worried if anything. They’re worried about people not buying their shipments or their boats being ramshacked or robbed. They’re worried about sailing around those mountains which thankfully they didn’t do too much of anyway. I just hope all remains well there.

The third thing I did was check in with the Baroness and her secretary, no answers there as of yet….

And then The Alindor fund. We need to donate, and if I have to do this all myself so be it, but Rilara has seven years now. In those seven years we have to build up and be ready….or is that exactly down to the day what he expects…what if we just better ourselves and leave him there. What would happen if we didn’t do as he expected…Who knows?

LynnJuniper · « **Reply #175 on:** December 18, 2006, 10:01:21 AM »

I am bloody sick of idiots. Bloody sick of idiots blaming me. Bloody sick of idiots accusing me. Bloody sick of idiots being idiots and ruining things. I’m about three steps from going back home, telling my family to relocate their arses, letting the families or Broegar or anyone else who feels like taking Rilara do it, and calling it a day so long as I’m not involved. Either that or I’m going back to Dalanthar. At least the idiocy level there is non existent.

On top of this whole deal thing I’ve people blaming me directly for the state of RILARA. Yes. Rilara. You know what? When a feather bag signs a treaty that we really had no choice to, no where did I see Rhynnala Asantiani written on the damned thing. Witnessed by thirty heroes does not mean I was there weather I was or not. I hear weird things in Dregar now and you know what good riddance, and to Broegar good luck because if he can prove himself as less of an idiot than some of the people here, as Milara did, then he deserves every damned thing he gets, and I’m not really going to feel like getting in his way because whenever heroes do that THINGS GET BLOODY WORSE.

On top of THAT, I was stuck in a tomb for a week with some of the biggest idiots ever to grace Layonara with their creation. You know, if placed in front of a powerful undead creature, with the ability to rip you to shreds, asking what you’re doing in his tomb, the logical thing to do is, you know, placate him a bit. Telling him what he wants to hear seems to be a good choice. But of course you have idiot bubbles for brains sorceresses who decide NOPE, No not a good choice at all and proceed to tell them about the treasure map and the plan to ramsack the place which, to be blunt I had no intention of doing the second I found the shrine and artifacts. So yeah, turned invisible, wanted them to die. Let them pay for their own idiocy. Oh! And apparently I’m a bad person because I gave less than a crap that I was talking while my dead comrades were on the floor. One: They’re idiots. Two: Im not a cleric so the most I could do was illusion my robes black , put on a veil cry and sing a mourning funeral dirge in e minor four part harmony while hopping on one leg. And that wasn’t getting us anywhere.

Seriously, if these so called heroes don’t smarten up AS A WHOLE then the so-called villains deserve what they’re accomplishing.

LynnJuniper · « **Reply #176 on:** December 22, 2006, 09:58:49 AM »

And again I’ve neglected my writing. Iasiu’s condition is bettering, and she’s shown less interest with adventuring as she has with simply going back home. The state of the world with Rilara and such has her a bit edgy I think, and I don’t blame her. It’s ultimately her choice as to what she does but if her choice is still to adventure then she must wait the one-year to do so.
A few other things have happened lately: A child named Pige who lived in the Surge until recently has been wandering asking us if there were any odd jobs we needed done. It was cute really, she seemed to take a liking to Acacea, and to a lesser degree Triba and I. I felt a little uncomfortable about her but still decided to lend my aid whilest wandering Fort Llast on my way to Hampshire. Turns out her parents died a year ago In a farming dispute and she wanted accompaniment to their grave. Simple enough, however the grave was laced with a negative energy. Corba, a healer of Lucinda and I realized that ritualistic magic had been cast there and no sooner than that the creepy undead feeling came about and two specters appeared. I can only assume it was the vistage of her parents trying to tell us something about the grave.
In an act I initially did not agree with Drogo burrowed into the grave as a badger and warned us that a third grave was dug but the remains were missing. We learned from Pige that it was the grave of her three year old brother before sleep overtook her at Acacea’s gentle edging. While she slept I was asked to check her for any negative effects of magic, which I did. Seems she had been scryed on quite frequently, which let me to put two and two together. The bones of the boy were being used to scry upon the girl. Sickening.
We looked around a bit before bringing Pige back to Hlint where Triba would take her some place safe, I can only guess she meant Eldarwen’s house or orphanage or whatever. She’d be safe there.
So We met in Hlint with a few new faces a couple of days later. Among them was Connor who would offer his help with the scrying that would need to be done on a tunic we retrieved (from the grave, sickening I know) to trace the bones and then hopefully the one scrying on Pige. We went to Blackford’s temple to use a scrying station , and together we found a darkened room and a gaunt blonde man with an irisless eye tattoo.
Well, without a good enough lead we went back to the sight of burial and then went to talk to the family who bought the land and started the dispute. The Welkes. They weren’t a very nice bunch. The wife was terrible and the husband seemed interested in something with the tower. With a bit of manipulating I was able to get myself into the tower. He’s hiding something but I don’t know what.
In the tower we found scorched abused and careless leftovers of the beginnings of the same ritual that ended at the gravesite. Again with Connor’s help we were able to overcome and dispel the Weave. We’re sitting around now deciding on what to do next and that’s where I write this

On another page

Im sitting about in Fort Hope waiting for something to start. A meeting in Castle Casterly and the Aragenite temple has provoked this. In that meeting all representatives came forth to share what they knew of the seed of four seasons. Relatively little was learned until the end when another cavern and place was mentioned. Black wizards and rotating portals. I can’t help but think this is connected to the other place, and that we may find something useful if we go back. So that’s why we wait here. This time I’m bringing my trap finding spell and fairies.

A few pages of notes follows on the seed itself and what Rhynn has accumulated in its knowledge

LynnJuniper · « **Reply #177 on:** December 24, 2006, 12:56:59 PM »

All right from the top:

When Milara Withdrew from Rilara proper according to his deal, the Baroness decided that since she hates me she will just blame me for the entire situation.So now I'm responsable for the last few hundred years of Milara's reighn despite not being born. Then his withdrawl and throwing Rilara into chaos.

Anyway Maev does something stupid and gets captured. I'm now expected by the Toranites to foot the bill despite not being exactly rich or liking Maev much. Maev gets the Rhynn brainwash treatment, think Saebhel but involving Xeenites.

And lets not forget during the intire play out of chaos the usual happens. You know insult the one with any plans then blame them for things going wrong that are not their fault.

So I was expected to be absolutely responsible for Maev , and as that did not work out there will now be formal protests whenever I try to do anything

And To top it all off Vin would later hand me over to Rilara guards which confescated some sword, but its of course my fault somewhow...Don't know how they made that connection.

*These seem to be quotes changed into the first person rather than actual statements*

LynnJuniper · « **Reply #178 on:** December 28, 2006, 12:33:19 PM »

Not much has been going on lately that's worth writing. I feel that my dealings with the seeds of four seasons are coming to an end as I've had a not-so-chance meeting with the Striker of Fear. Her illusions are amazing, and even with true seeing it would've taken all of my power to see through them.

I think I've single handedly figured out as much as I can from many varying groups as possible. Not being officially affiliated to any one group has its perks and as such I can understand exactly what's going on from all sides.

However the steaks are bigger than simply one forest as a miniscule thing in the hands of those who are wrong for it , if used in a way it most certainly can be , will proove death to all of Layonara. It will become a race from here, the forest and seeds are not as important, I feel, as what could happen if a part of the recipie is used for spite.

And Selian's a spiteful woman

LynnJuniper · « **Reply #179 on:** January 03, 2007, 11:05:50 PM »

Rhizome has been around more frequently to shed his unique light on the problems at hand. Idiots, and Dragons. We make our move soon