The Memoirs of Rhynnala Asantiani

[LynnJuniper]

I’ve finally done it. All this time , and all the preparation has finally paid off. I can finally do what I’ve vowed to do since I labeled myself as Mith’s apprentice. I can kill with the touch of a finger. I’ve mastered the spell I’ve been longing for for four whole years. I can now cast Finger of Death at will.

Things of importance….things of importance…


Ozymandias saw the way I was acting, and said I had the wrong temperament for a crowd of people mourning the death of a friend who’d they’d completely forget about in a month. He said the way I saw it was completely correct, but that I would eventually blurt out the raw truth and cause friends to become upset with me, so he removed me from the situation. He took me to the Leilon Arms before opening and told me a story of his people, where he came from. How there was an elf who was loved by all the commoners but had few allies amongst the nobles. The royal family sought to kill him, but they made a mistake in doing so and only wound up weakening themselves.  Then the war began…and out of this came the one rule Ozymandias always follows, and the one rule I find worthy of following.

   “If you can do it, and no one can stop you, if you wish to do it than you can.”

He also told me more of the way his world works. That guilds and houses run mostly everything, but that ‘merciless’ things such as murder , theft and rape were deemed permitted  if not rewarded. I will not go into it in detail here, but Ozymandias’ words stuck true to me. I asked him why we could not form that kind of government here, he said the people would not except it because they are too busy living in a fantasy. I mentioned to him that times were getting desperate, and people would be more willing to accept anything once they hit rock bottom. Ozy said that we would then simply have to wait ten or twenty years before proposing this world order. I told him I would be along side helping him, and I also told him that if this doesn’t work, then when I’m good and done here, I would him to take me back to where he came from so I could become a citizen as well. Ozy said I would have to prove my uses, or else I would be made a slave (as people coming into the civilization do) until I could. He doubted I would be a slave more than one day before I was bought into a house though…so that’s reassuring.

I talked with Anna about an Idea I had about the undead lady’s riddle. I’m hoping she gets back to me…

And then I spend weeks around the Velesk area and in Dregar with Jareg , Kiva, Tegan, Armolas, and well..Matilda was there for a bit in the beginning.

Oh! Kiva….In pink…

Jareg…Turned into a chicken…

Best day of my life.

[LynnJuniper]

Went to Free a Minaret of Ilsare, only he was in human form at the time. Mith, Alantha and I managed to free each bind around him (Save one, was was a divine binding not an arcane one). We went inside after that was through to listen to the story form Acacea, have wine and cherry pie, and receive roses that bloom when Lucinda’s constellation is pierced by the arrowhead of Ilsare’s.

Acacea told a story of an ancient war between Lucinda and Ilsare, and how Ilsare’s love was taken away from Lucinites and how Lucinda’s magic was taken away from Ilsarians, causing Ilsarians to find a new way of summoning that literally ate away at them. Well, Acacea , Reventage and a few others were trapped in the second tower (The tower we were in now) For a year or something. Apparently the tower fell through rift in time and they were transported back to the time thousands of years ago right before the war. The Tower belonged to a man of Ilsare that loved a woman of Lucinda.

Long story short they’re out of it now and the tower is liberated however there is still the tower the two of them made together to visit. I can’t wait for this opportunity , as an Ilsarian who is given the gift of the Weave.


But now’s not the time



Anna’s children have been taken from her. Ozymandias said it may be this man who is bound in Carceri that needs twins to perform some kind of ritual. I think he is trying to escape. This sounds all too familiar. First the Pandemonial Horses, now this?

I already Promised Anna I would help. Ozymandias asked her to give him information on the book so he could figure out a bit more for us. He said it was a good idea I did not go through with my original plan because it probably would have killed us both. Scrying is unreliable in this situation and other people could have watched in on us and killed us in a state of weakness..

I don’t feel like writing anymore.


Something is closing in….Not any of this…something is closing in on me…strange dreams…I wake up feeling my scars, the whip lashings, the burns, as if they’re new.

He’s closing in…

And I’m sharpening my dagger .

[LynnJuniper]

Saebhel is dead. I killed him. Slaughtered, Massacred. Gave him what he deserved, and I feel wonderful, relieved, done.

   Systrian came to me with a letter that had to be delivered to farmer Prat. I agreed to do so , since I knew the Thalos river area, and wanted to visit again.  I opened the letter when We were out on the road (with a few friends) , pissing Treana off almost into not coming. We met some mercenaries on the way…Wonder who they were…Hmm..

   We got to Farmer Prat’s and he offered us dinner at his place, which we indulged in. The food must have been laced with sleeping herbs because soon after we ate it we fell tired, even the elves. The last thing I remember before slipping away was Saebhel’s face. He had found me.

   I awoke away from everyone else, in a beautiful world. There was a pool in the middle of a marble circle, and we were surrounded by grass. We. Saebhel and I. He was offering me his love. He said he had always loved me and would now want to share my love in this place forever. I was his now, for eternity. He also showed me his dream pool and crystal. He showed me my friends, fighting their “nightmares” in the dungeon. I wanted out.

   I insulted him with every compliment he gave me. I would not take up normal conversation. He asked if I enjoyed where we were, I told him the scenery was great but the company sucked. And that got me the last whip scar that would ever touch my body. One right on my left thigh.
   
   I actually pitied the man, and still do. He does not..Did not know the true way to love. If he truly loved me he would not have done to me the wrongs he did. I tried to explain to him: love is not whips and burning, love is not torture and seclusion. Love is not control. He did not listen. He said he controlled me to try and keep me pure and free from the world’s seductions. I guess he learned the hard way that all he did was mess me up so much that I cannot recognize the world’s seductions when they see me. Eventually I told him he wouldn’t recognize love if it bit him in the arse.

   My friends, bless their souls, eventually broke through, through the power of some crystal (which is now to be in my protection) and Saebhel took the form of a giant beast which Lia fought and almost ate in dragon form. A weakened Saebhel transformed back into his true form, almost dead. Everyone stepped aside


   And that’s when I stabbed him to death, to my hearts content. I did not wait to listen, or anything, Stab..Stab stab stab death.

   We were transported back to his tower so close to Home. I burned it to the floor, never wanting to see it again, after extracting the small crystal of the “angelic creature” that “just wants to sleep”.

   I am back in Hlint now, and will write a letter home soon to explain the fire so close to them. I keep the dagger with me at all times, and named it Saebhel’s Demise.

    I am finally free.

[LynnJuniper]

So my dear journal? What is there to write of…I’ll go from the most recent events, so that I can clear my mind of them. And So I can write them down to remember all that has happened.

   I made a blood oath just recently, a blood oath to protect the greater good, and to seek not personal benefit or harm unto the members involved until the ordeal was complete. My blood spilled. The oath is made. What I have I gotten myself involved in?

   Five Blood lines of old: Human, Elf, Dwarf, Gnome, Halfling destined to fight an ancient Dragon Tra’kahatul. However, the cataclysm was upon them and instead of fighting they locked themselves, bound in a magic to run down their separate blood lines, with a key to the parts of their locked soul given to their decedents when the time was right. The time is right.

   Some of the dragon called have been asked to aid. Some marked with a red mark designating them as anchors, those who will be used in the ritual to awaken the powers. There are five anchors, one for each blood line. Four of the five have been found and since I have given the oath there’s just as much a chance of me being the fifth as there is anyone else. There are also those with blue marks. Protectors, Gaurdians who have sworn to protect each blood line.

   Today we protected the gnome decendent Din din (Well, what limbs are left anyway) from invasion of what we now know are Shadow Dragon Shifters. Dindin told us that his body was experimented on by his master to create these beings. It got me so upset I almost screamed in rage. Are all masters this cruel?

   That is the story as I know it so far, so now I will speak of other things.

   Kiva convinced me that I was not sad about loosing Saebhel, that I hated him, and loved to hate him, and now have nothing left to hate. He advised me to throw out the dagger or else “He’ll have a hold on you, and dominate you even in death” but I could not bring myself to do that. Upon his request I did the next best thing, and washed all the traces of Saebhel’s blood away from the dagger. He said it was a very mature and wise thing for me to do. I’m glad he thought so, I’m really trying. I’m also thinking about leaving the arcane alliance to join his guild, since I seem to be “An excellent Tradeswoman” despite me not crafting (much). Well, I managed to get those two pies for him at least….

   I went around Dregar and Xantril with a worthy group a few days past. Jareg, Kiva, Nyyana, Ash , Tegan. Others who do not matter as much to me. It was a fun trip, we explored both the usual and not so usual places. I saw Jareg in his “second home” of sorts; The Temple of Shadon. T’was funny to hear him speak in gnomish. Ash and I discussed a few things that I will not mention here. I’ll keep those feelings to myself, needless to say we were both a bit ticked.

   I also chatted up a bit with Remiel, and we talked of the different sorts of people there were. People who take and take and people who give and give. We got along well until Kiva said he had some private affairs with him to manage. I didn’t mind at all, but I did miss talking to Remiel like we used to about a year back.  Maybe I should take him up and try “that side of the pond” more often.

   I’ve met a new person coming into Hlint. It was pretty funny the circumstances really, I saw him standing around flamboyantly dressed in every color of the rainbow, and knew it could only mean one thing. Annalee mouthed the word I was thinking, and it was confirmed.

‘Bard’

   Maybe I should’ve listened to her. She meant it as a warning. But I didn’t and frankly I’m glad for that. His name is Darren but I call him Darren-bard and he’s a sweetheart. I took him around Hlint, showing him the different places and houses, and then helping him in the sewers.

   On another occasion I decided to help him find the Halfling bard’s necklace. She’s so irresponsible, always loosing that ...ed thing. I found it funny how I kept singing my songs to him, and then every time he inquired I would make him seriously believe that I did not know I was singing. I finally came clean with him, telling him I just liked messing with his head, and he said someday he’d repay me. Good, I like surprises.

   I promised him I would take him to the Freelancers to share his stories the next time it opened, and I even offered him a bit of money that he can put towards his crafting license (he wants to make instruments) or towards a way to Rilara. I think I’m going to make him a rapier or something, or at least alter one, since I think he should start with the sword.

   Sad, he kind of Reminds me of D’Lin…just a little…

   No…That’s not it….

   Maybe,…..


   Maybe.

   But I’ll ignore it.

[LynnJuniper]

Glenn now...Glenn is gone too..

We JUST spoke...He sat me down and told me everything was going to be alright, He said I had to find balance and would know when I found it...He wouldn't leave my side until he knew I was okay...

First Cole, Now Glenn..Who next!?

I found Nepp, he was the one who told me..I comforted him best I could, He seemed upset at the was Ash would take it and to tell you the truth that was one of the first things on my mind as well. I told Nepp that he would have to be there for her, but that he didn't have to hide his sadness for her sake. Being there would be enough

I told him I'd be there for the two of them, And I mean that. Ash is my closest dearest friend, my comrade in arms, My sister, my twin.

Ill take care of her as she has done for me

[LynnJuniper]

Well Epheris came again to collect his promise, only he was not getting anything from me. I already killed one person for trying to control me, and have no inhibitions about killing another. First we found Corius, he had another note for us. The gist of it:

“Take shelter in its steel, behind its span you’ll kneel. When need arise, resolve dies, you’ll turn in haste as friends are laid to waste. In the sand blood flows”

   We found that note, then Epheris came and I basically insulted him. Done deal, he left saying He’d see me afraid again. Fat chance.

   Oddly then, something Drogo called a Dark druid revealed itself to us. I don’t know much about them, but I suppose Ill mention them to Brisbane the next time I see her , I should have done so mere hours ago, but It escaped me when she said she had a Yew crossbow for sale. Yew! Fifty thousand coin that I can pay in increments since she does not want to see the wood go to waste….Anyway, back to the main stream of thought….

   I suggested we try the Blood desert, and there we found a man with a fiendish shield, possessed by it. He would not give it up. Sadly, we had to wait until he slept and take it away from him. I promised I would not go near him as he slept, we all promised, and we didn’t , we did not touch him. However, we knew we had to get the shield off of him, so Logan, who was really Pyyran in disguise the whole time (!) Used a fishing arrow to hook it. Apparently it was my choice weather or not we go along with the plan, so I said yes. The poor man, the shield corrupted him, and when we took it away, whatever was left of his mind was lost.

   We brought the shield and the man to the Toranite temple in Fort Last for keeping , where we found Epheris again. He promised that he would see me suffer. Once again, I insulted him. Then added injury to the insult. We all got into a battle. Epheris slaying comrades and  Toranite gaurds left and right until I fired a newly learned spell which I like to call: Bigby’s hand of knock you on your arse. It kept him down long enough for the Toranites to wail on him while the shield was run into the temple. Unfortunately Epheris got away , screaming (empty?) threats at me once more. Har.


   A new book of curious power has been bestowed upon me, and it allows me to teleport instantly to the place I bind the books’ power. Most interesting really, it seems to be another one of those Wizard’s right of passage thing. Most interesting indeed.

[LynnJuniper]

*Scribed into her journal before she forgets*

A season of dark a season of hope a season of fear a season of reason a time will come to begin again a time for past renewals a time will come when wings rush past. The wards will fall the orbs will glow the rods will glow the weave travels on the river flows.  Out of the cold the past will rise out of the dark glory will shine. The scepter guides the way, the chalice holds the promise, the circlet binds the two. Only with the three can one rise again. Rise Estibana


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Lots more information. The Poem is not the prophecy, that is. The poems are three parts of the prophecy makers. a prophecy in a prophecy. There should be two more poems, one for the circlet and one for the chalice.

And Alvin, or whoever, has already started the process. We found the yew, I discovered that it had runes, I felt the magic pulsiing from it, I know what power it holds, and yet no one trusted me enough to hold onto it.

Well they can go kiss manticores until their faces fall off , because there was no way I was giving that thing up. If no one believes in me enough to trust me fine, I hope you get along fine without my help, but Im not giving up. Ill figure this out even if its on my own and against the ones who refuse to trust me...

*wet spots , tear marks blot the paper*

[LynnJuniper]

*All seem to be written on the same train of thought but at different times as marked by the dividers*

In my haste I almost forgot to write about the Night I had with Darren Bard at Haven's Outpost. We talked before and after of many things and I told them that even though as a bard he was an actor, that he did not need to act around me, and that I in turn would not act around him. We told eachother of our respective pasts, and then allowed ourselves to be content and comforted in eachothers company, after a small trip to the Haven mines that is. Eventually I fell asleep under the sky on that mountain top.

I've done this all before....

Same day difference faces?

I don't know the road in which I walk but I do know that my feet do not stop moving...

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The wedding was beautiful. But I kept tripping over my dress. I was decked out in Red and White and carried a harp, plucking at it softly the best I could to show my devotion to Ilsare. Barion eventually asked Daeron to chaphrione me to "make sure I didnt trip and fall into the lake" He agreed and for that I was glad. It was a nice change to see him out of his customary wizard's robes. Formal clothing suits him well, even though he did seem at first a bit uncomfortable.  Sadly I could not stay for the duration of the party due to the MAF meeting, but there was nothing to be done about that particular setback. I wish Rain and Sonya well in their wedding. May Ilsare bless the love that binds them.

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I had a long talk With Ozy. He gave me another History Lesson and told me that Power and Fear did not bring forth respect, Just Power, and Fear. That it was different, and in the end I agreed with him after he told me the story of two different houses and those who fought simpley because they chose to die. They did not retreat, but the devils or demons did because those who fight looking to die will not retreat and will often fight hardest for their deaths.

We talked about a lot more but it's not really relevent, although he did say that I was kind of like him and that my road would be uphill and against stream the whole way. But I wouldn't have myself any other way.

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I also went around Dregar a bit With Jareg after getting a letter from Ash saying that they both went to the Great Rift alone. I got scared so I told Nepp and I kind of got him lost in Dregar. I think he's mad at me but I don't really see why because all I was trying to do was lead him to her. Well, it doesn't matter, I romped around Dregar with Jareg a bit slaying giants. We had fun and we joked and I slung spells and he hit things with his swords and caused the darkness to come and it was grand. He told me we fought well together, the two of us. That was nice of him, I agree.

[LynnJuniper]

The most important thing that happened Recently Is that I asked Yard to make a copy  of the runes on the staff. I couldn’t have made a better choice. His Title as the Scribe of Layonara is really well earned and he showed his expertise in copying each rune almost exactly. I hope that he will join us on further MAF expeditions and meetings. He said that the runes were not linear but that they spiraled around the staff. One continual runic/arcanian chant? He also said that it probably wouldn’t translate into ancient elven well at all but more like an ancient form of arcanian. Perhaps even draconic? He pointed out three pictograms to me. A set of scales, a flame, and a statue. He said it may stand for the three dragon gods.  The staff is locked away and I hold the  copies in a scroll box.

Darren-bard said that Ozy made him believe anything he would “do” (?) with regards to me would hurt me, so he said he wanted to go away. Confused. Again. Completely and utterly confused.

1) What’s he “doing”?
2) How will it possibly hurt me?

Sad thing is , it should be the other way around. I have a record for hurting people. But If I hurt him, then I’d hurt, just like all the other times. Maybe that’s how Ozy meant it. Darren said Ozy was a true friend and was just looking out for me. Nice of him, and I hope he considers me a true friend as well, but I don’t think I’ll be hurt anymore.

Also! Nyyana came back from Dregar, completely transparent saying that she was running from the blue dragon in the Topaz cave and ran right into giants. Why was she there? Because Freldo wanted to See a dragon so Ranewin poked it. Look. I don’t care if you get yourself killed, and I don’t care if she dies, but keep Nyyana out of it, or else if the Dragon doesn’t kill you, I will. Rule 10 Nyyana, Rule *some curse word or another* 10

Other than that, life has calmed down a bit, for the time being.

[LynnJuniper]

*spawled quickly*

Doubling my efforts to learn this whole Elven thing. My teachers seemed to have abandoned me....Seems to be a pattern with me I guess, so I'm diving into books. Its a less practical approach but atleast I can read the Elven.

It does tend to become annoying when I -can- speak the language enough to hold up a coversation, but get lost so easily in the slew of them all talking so fast that by the time I can say anything there's no point in me saying it in the first place.

I need to work on my understanding. Maybe If I have people yabbering to me in elven all day I'll eventually get it.

[LynnJuniper]

Ruin.

Asked me to take him to the arena, asked me to kill him. Gave me roses from his mother, tears from his father, feather from his familiar. I couldn’t take it. I did not kill him. Knocked him down with a Bigby’s spell to get him to stay, but did not kill him. He eventually left. Gave the stuff to Darren, couldn’t take it.

Spent about a week wandering from the Seilwood to The Cavern of the Eye near Fort Hope, to a cave behind a waterfall in Rilara. I needed Silk. Spiders Everywhere. Disgusting, but With Drogo and Rain’s help I eventually filled the box with silk. Drogo also got me the wood I needed because his way didn’t harm the tree.

   So I got a tuning fork and some carpenters tools, handed them to Ozy, and in no less than a moment’s time, I had a violin again. It took a while the resin up the bow (as expected) but it was nice to have a violin seeing as my old one I had as a child was tossed across the room and shattered, the bow stepped on and broken to bits. My family was never very musical. My mother always grew sad at the sound of music, and my father angry.


Managed to anger no less than three people in Hlint over the last few days. Oh well.


Had a long talk with Mith for the first time in Ages. A Calm collected and cool conversation. Things just aren’t the same. I’m his friend, but  feel as if I am distancing myself from him in order to protect myself and maybe I am. And It’s for the better, I suppose.


I’m going to get Darren to speak to me slowly in Elven so I can pick up the last bits of the language I need before being able to speak it completely. If I can have some actual practice upholding a conversation then I think I’ll finally be able to get it.

[LynnJuniper]

*Written while sitting invisibly outside the Silver Mine*

They don't need me. No one Does. Mom and Dad Were Right. Saebhel Was Right. Freldo was right. I'm useless. Why would they need me? They have plenty of Mages to choose from. Elrend's there, Tegan's there. Why bother with me? Why shouldn't I just leave. Why even invite me along?

[LynnJuniper]

Addison Dead....

May as well start a list here.

Cole
Glenn
Abigail
Addison


I'll be adding names to this more and more, and each name will hit closer and closer to home.

[LynnJuniper]

Let me tell you a story,  a story I for so long put off writing, a story that happened some time ago, but that I ignored: of the last thing that will ever try to possess my mind. I will not let it happen again. This is the last time. Never no more, Never again.

Upon helping with the Minaret, I came across a crystal cat. The thing worked its way into my mind, told me its name was Faelin, and told me it would not leave me as the rest had. It sought to offer me comfort, and yet the thing was a sinister beast , designed to take over my mind. It was made as a gift to Emily, and she was taught to make more. This cat said it would protect me from my loneliness.

It also tried to tell me that everyone was seeking to take her away. Everyone wanted her. Everyone was jealous. As Saebhel had done, as Anger had done, it was taking over my mind. I’m afraid I blew up at a woman there, calling her a Rude hound, upon the cat’s provoking.

I came back to Hlint ashamed…Ashamed that I had let something else get this close to my heart…No, to get this far into my head. Ashamed that I was once again possessed.


“Then Kill it”


It took all the strength I had. It took remembering the times with Saebhel, and how I overcame him. It took remembering the times with Anger, and how I came to fix that as well. It took all my might and all my power to do what I did.

It took all my strength to smash that thing to bits, all my concentration to fill the box with its shards and molten then hardened iron (With the help of some dwarfs), and all my will to dump the box over board while sailing from Karthy to Lorindor

It took all my will, but surprisingly I once again overcame.

I will not be used, and I will not be given 'gifts' with a price far greater then their value!

[LynnJuniper]

Books books and more books. Elven Elven and more Elven. Its been nearly a year and a half and I can feel myself slowly griping the language. The fast talking Elves and others that speak the language aren’t as much of a bother anymore. I can actually pick it up. I stay quiet most of the time. I learn most through listening, since I am already confident of the fact that the elven can roll off my tongue if I so desire it.

Ash has gotten back to showing me the more advanced bits of the language, and besides I hear Elven everywhere, I pick it up from those around me. Kiva and Tegan speak it all the time, Cym, Mercas, Rain, I hear it so much, anyone could pick it up really. Its getting to be quite simple. Kyle has been speaking it slowly to me, and Darren-bard has been helping me along as well. I almost have it, I know it….


Met Epheris again….Got two more notes. He said once again he would see me cry. Doubt it. Again. We’re looking for two last items. A Cloak, and what I’m guessing is a lantern. Dregar and Xantril. Lovely. Turns out , these items each contain one of twelve devils that tried to conspire against Branderback..or something, and Epheris possessed the body of an Aeridinite priest to carry out his doings. Rawkwin (somewhat foolishly I may add) had a pendent from the priest’s love, and tried to put it around Epheris’ neck. He did, and Epheris made it seem to be working. Everyone was on edge, except me and maybe Mith. And then Epheris burst out laughing.

And it was all I could do not to join him.

If they all seriously thought something like that would work they deserve to be laughed at. I couldn’t help it. Mith told me to control myself, and I managed so, but I think he wanted to laugh just as much if not more than I did. Seriously, when Mith, Kell, and I are the only sane ones …that’s pretty sad….Then they got around to suggesting scrying and exorcisms. And you know what? If they try, I just hope they don’t get their bits on me. I saw what happened when That mage tried to remove Selian’s spell. If I get more Mage bits on me, I’ll need an umbrella.

Anyway, so that’s two more items….

Met a cute elf named Karn, too bad he’ll never be interested for reasons all his own. Oh well, he seems nice enough. A bit infatuated with a certain bard. Should probably save him from that fate. Oh well, I warned him.

Met the one known as Trysk. He seems absolutely charming. I like him. Should hang around him more often.


Went to Xantril and traveled deep into the Endless Night with  Ael and his wife, Lucius, and Talan. Great time, Gave all the loot over to help with the funding for Ael’s new tower. Since I’m living there helping as I am is the least I can do…

That’s about it for now.

[LynnJuniper]

*in a lazy flowing sprawl*


   Well, all in all that was nice. I started with a new “Group” per say.  Muireann (I’m afraid I’ll never be able to spell that quite right), Karn, Darren and I sat around. Remiel came to talk with us for a while, but I think all of our drinking (minus Darren) scared him off. Eventually Darren and Muireann started to fight, and though I can’t remember over what, I do remember that it scared me into remembering how my mother and father always yelled at each other. I think about them more and more now…

   I brought Darren to see the Leilon Arms and talked with him and Ozy there for a time. I even sat to play the piano and sing a bit, as the piano and violin are the two instruments I know. That got me onto the subject of my parents all over again. How a sea faring merchant delivered the violin to me, never once saying from whence it came.


Hrm.. What else?

Ranewin and Trysk Kissing….Okay, I’m a little peeved now. I won’t state it here, but It really does piss me off. Hypocrite that I am, I’m allowed to be angry aren’t I?


Hrm..A Joke? A Smile? Hrm…


Darren kissed me…

And I fell asleep against him near Moraken’s tower; he seems to like it there, something about rain and music. We played a funny little game his dad used to play with him. Hilarious really, It could lead to some interesting situations.

Met up with Ruin again, Told me not to tell Darren he was here. Couldn’t keep the promise. Darren seemed so upset and the thought of him not knowing hurt me.


I’m jaded…

But is that just a shell?

[LynnJuniper]

They took the staff I rightfully guarded. They took the parchment I rightfully had commissioned. They took the things left in my custody. They took something Yard trusted me, above all others with. They took the thing he told me not to hand to anyone else. “Amongst all the names you gave me, I would only see you holding those items”


They took them.

And I’m pissed.


However.


“Power is Nothing without Restraint”

And I promised MAF I would help them. I’ve been helping for what seems like years. And no matter what I will continue to help, even if I am not respected. Even if I am not trusted. Even if they tell me “Go here, do this then go sit in the back, you’re not respected nor wanted until we need you again”

I have no worth in these times

Worthless


Useless


Useless


I may be a bit different.

But I am not unstable

Just because I have little care for my own wellbeing (Why should I care?) Doesn't mean I have no care for the well being of others. Putting myself in danger is one thing but I would never subject others to danger.

And I am not a selfish child.


*under this are a few notes*

Estibana -- Coral, Marble, Elven, City

Shaft -- Incomplete , More Runes

Okoth -- Tide of North East

Alious -- Karthy

[LynnJuniper]

My journal entries are becoming more sparratic. I cant find the ability to write like I used to, so I’m just going to jot down a few words.

Elven going very well, can keep up with conversation even if I stumble over words sometimes.

Darren-bard said he loved me. Don’t want to hurt him. Will give it a try anyway. Will pray to Ilsare for a positive outcome.

Finally Convinced the Man at Orc’s Watch to give me my horse. His name is Anger. I once again ride the black horse Anger.

Learned two new spells. One nifty one to clear the minds of those around me. Mind Blank. And I can summon a Spirit of Passion with the help of Ilsare’s good grace.  Need someone to scribe me a few things, once I have any coin in my vault again. Spent it all on the horse.

Found myself stumbling desperately trying to get a hold on a sword. I wanted to learn at least the basic movements.  Taught myself, atleast that the pointy end faces out, and stabs and slashes opponents. I can use a rapier with minimal ability.

Also found myself able to do something Saebhel never successfully taught me to do. I traded my crossbow for a Long Bow. I can use a Long Bow now, I have the power. Not so useless after all..

I ride my black horse Anger.

Thos Follows Behind In Fey form

I hold on tight to my Longbow.

I am a Huntress…..

Hear Me Roar.

I Fear Nothing.

I have Worth!

[LynnJuniper]

Pyyran, Kell, Cole , Rawkwin and I met in Hurm a few nights past to visit the temple of Branderback in Pranzis to discuss the devil’s items. Pyyran shooed us into the kitchen of the Tavern in Hurm, where he removed his hood and dropped his “Logan Accent” He told us of our plans, and we recapped what we knew, before bumping into Ozy. He offered us help, and told us to write up a bunch of questions that he could research for us. He also allowed us usage of his portal at his house near Carcossa Bay (I had to tie up Anger there, hope he didn’t mind) He even went as far as to give us a bribe of  poisons and traps to give to the temple of Branderback.

   So We portaled to the Pranzis (Rawk decided to stay behind). We talked with the Halfling healer of Branderback’s temple, but it was , I feel, ultimately unproductive. He wants us to bring the items there. While I think keeping the items of the devils that opposed Branderback in his temple, I know the Toranites and other more …holy people are going to have a serious problem with it….This is going to lead to even more conflict then what happened between Cole and Pyyran. Cole even went as far as to scream Pyyran’s idenity, knowing well the trouble it would have gotten us all into. I had to act fast, and weave an illusion around Pyyran’s face, altering his appearance long enough to get us out of Pranzis. I went back to get Anger, and then headed for Hurm , taking the way back to Leilon through there…

   When I got back, Ozymandias was telling his account of the battle with Blood. He..he screamed “YOUR MOTHER WAS A HARLOT” to him as he died. Had to hide my face in my hat, I broke into a fit of giggles.

Hrm hrm, After that I had a discussion with Matilda , and Tyrian about Sorcerers and Wizards. Sadly I just gave them ear service, I still believe that those who do not work towards earning their gift do not deserve it. I know that Sorcerers work to control the gifts they are given , but that’s really nothing compared to what us wizards have to do….

[LynnJuniper]

.Thirteen Demons    Darnios. Epheris. Draxxus, Perenor (Lantern), Amreth, Malthos, Orhizaad, Athazor, Aroch (Corius), Zar, Banaresh, Ellosar.    Do not destroy the items  2 People are not Allies. One is a Feind and one is posessed.        What's more important? The Body or the Soul?    Soul.    Seek to sever the connection of the stronger soul to free the enslaved body      Ozymandias, Where did you get this information?    Person Place or Time?    Place.    In the depths fo canian hell at a place of stones etched in forsaken blood stand still
 
  How can we get the items away from the body possessed by Epheris?
 
  How do you kill a hydra?
 
  Cut out the heart
 
  Slay the first of the thirteen before he gathers the eleven others under a single flag for revenge.
 
  How can we find and slay the first devil?
 
  What's more important tin battle? Knowing the enemey's weakness, or knowing your own?
 
  Enemy's Weakness
 
  The weakness of the first lays in the betrayal and only the betrayer knows that weakness.
 
  How can we get the betrayer to reveal the first's weakness?
 
  When Interrogating , is bribery or force the better option?
 
  Bribery
 
  Things feinds value most are power , revenge, and the freedom to unleash the first two
 
  How does Darnios get revenge without being freed?
 
  When in a war would you first seek to destroy a castle's feilds or cut off the supply route?
 
  Supply Route
 
  What would hurt the church of the hound most? Use it as a bargaining chip
 
  (Get Darnios to enslave the priest of Branderback. Put the circlet on his head)
 
 
  Ozymandias, what did you mean about the prophecy between Rhynn and Rawkwin?
 
  What is more important in making a desision? Fate or Past Choices.
 
  Past Choices
 
  Upon blood stainted stones speak a poem. A lady despised and a healer of life, choices intwine to find a resolution good or ill to feindish fate.
 
 
  A Lady Despised....Nice Even stupid stones know me...