Tahletrils Journal

[Witch Hunter]

[INDENT]Devils Caught in Ice and Snow
World Tree, Winter Deep 28, 1413.
 
Forgive me, please forgive me; recent events are simply too much.
I've been thinking about removing the entry from the journal but decided I best not, you must know of my progress regardless of how dire it might be, I owe you that much - I've decided it's time to grow up, to mature and to face things as they are.
 
I will not be able to save you in my current state; I'm too fragile to simple emotions. To heal you I will have to face the dreadest of dangers... I've already faced things I did not dream I would when I first ventured the "mainland"... who knows what future holds for me?
 
In order to heal you I will have to master myself, my blades and my mind  so I may face what challenges are thrown at me and prevail, and if not I have no hope of curing you, none at all... but mastering my blade cannot be done with so much distraction, so many people who I barely know yet interact with every day.
 
I must find an isolated place to train in, a place where no one can disturb me at. Perhaps the peaks beyond Lar, yes... I remember them well, the dwarves barely go that far, it will be perfect for my training; the harsh winds will provide further difficulty to master.
 
I know it must be odd to read such a thing; that I'm willing to drop everything and go complete a training you were not fond of at the first place, but I cannot save you being a simple swordsman, I must master my blade in order to charge the darkness, it does not fear a mere swordsman.
 
A few days each session, no more, perhaps a week at best, and hopefully no one will ask questions... I will survive by hunt and shelter built by myself, I must push myself to my limits, to the very edge of sanity and insanity, civilization and savage... swordsman and blade master, and when it's all over I will seize the devil inside and conquer it, I will face the darkness anew and be victorious, and your health will be my just reward.
 
I depart to the unknown with dawn, may my first session be successful.
 
Rest easy my love.
~Tahletril
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[Witch Hunter]

[INDENT]Dying Words of a Wolf
Dead Eye, Spring Blossom, 1413.
 
I return from my first session in the peaks beyond Lar, it was...unique. Surviving in such a climate with nothing more than robes to warm you and nearby game to feed you is indeed a harsh thing to do, especially when the odd giant stumbles across your cave on occasion.
 
I found myself a small cave to "settle" in while I train, I've made a shelter out of it, building a bed out a wood pile I found near a deserted hunters lodge, I would use the lodge itself but it Is ruined, burned by a previous encounter with giants I will explain soon. I appreciate the harsh conditions of the cave though, they are a kind teacher.
 
The lodge was clearly occupied by followers of Folian S'pae, as it was full of symbols of the Wolf Prince, as well as the journal of one of the hunters, Melissa. It was interesting, it explained much of Folian S'pae, her dedication to him and what happened to her brethren and her, the hunters - We share much in common; we both fight for a cause we hold dear.
 
They were protecting the high mountains, guardians of the animals that roamed there - protecting them from the savage giants whose greed took the lives of many, a task given to them by their "Prince of Wolves", as she refers to him, eventually she and the other hunters met their doom during a siege by the giants on the lodge, which is very well documented in the journal;
 
The siege began at dawn to the sound of horns, a regiment of giants approached the lodge in clanking metal armors, the hunters met them on the road by the house with bow and spear ready to defended themselves to their last breath, the battle was mighty and fierce by descriptions, the hunters stood no chance against the raging giant forces... they were slaughtered.
 
The few hunters remaining, Melissa among them, retreated to the lodge. They locked themselves inside hoping that by some feat of luck they would be able to shoot the giants from behind the "safe" stone walls, but luck was not on their side. The giants set the house on fire, mocking the hunters from outside in barbaric giant tongue as flame bitten… these were her last words, sealed with some sort of magic to prevent the destruction of the book in the fire.
 
Right before the entries end she explained where her belongings could be found, her reasons were that if she was to die she wishes her blade to continue her work and protect the animals from the raging giants; she wanted them killed for a just reason... But somewhere within her words I found sorrow, she knew her tale was about to end, her dim light swallowed… she wanted revenge, she wanted to be avenged.
It is not my way, but I could not read it and ignore a dying womans wish... I sought her belongings out, beneath a wooden tile on the floor locked within a chest.
 
I broke the lock with minimum effort and revealed two objects, both of great beauty. The first was a necklace bearing the symbol of the wolf prince, much like my own necklace of Ilsare, and the second, to my amazement - a magnificent scimitar forged of Adamantium, a flawless curve adorned with markings in Elven writing "Ameco Oillv"... It's name.
 
I will honor Melissa's dying wish and wield them into battle against the giants who murdered her, may she find peace knowing her animals will be safe. I will gather some friends and seek these giants out, I promised her spirit so.
 
Rest easy my love... and rest easy Melissa, your death was not in vain.
~Tahletril.
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((Ameco Oillv = Wolf Fang))

[Witch Hunter]

[INDENT]Avenging the Wolf
Dead Eye, Summer End 4, 1413.
 
The deed is done and the murderers have been punished, may Melissa take comfort in the fact the giants that slain her will no longer cause harm to the animals... at least for now.
 
I marched into the frost-bitten mountains with my companion and friend, Tath, a savage warrior of great strength, although brutal at times - and such a task required so. The battle was fierce but well fought and her blade stroke the final hit against the giant warlord, may he rot in whatever place his soul drifts to.
 
We climbed the eastern edge of the mountain to flank their camp and avoid being spotted, Taths bear transformation proved useful in maneuvering on the rocky surface. We charged them for behind while they were feasting on a villager from Lar, savagely eating its corpse like a pack of hyenas on a dead carcass... but he was still alive. We did not make it in time and just as the first giant fell he gave his last breath.
 
Tath fought furiously, jumping from giant to giant with his bear-strength and collapsing them in piles, his display of brutal strength was enough to scare a few off, but he chased. I however fought as father taught me, but with a different cause in my head… I'd hate to admit I was avenging a dead person, but she deserved to be avenged; a noble death that won't be told beyond what aged scripture bears.
 
Her scimitar danced from giant to giant, nearly flawlessly with its amazing curve - It was the first time I wielded the Adamanatium blade, I can barely describe how it felt. Slicing their tough iron armor as if it was butter to a warm knife and when it neared the warlord it did not hesitate, through his shield like nothing and then Tath leaped on him, knocking the thing down as I gave the final blow with her blade, earning the right to wield it as my own... nearly mastered the right to wield it.
 
We returned to Lar afterwards to celebrate the victory over the fake warmness of ale and the embracing fireplaces of the burning twins... I bid Tath farewell and made my way deeper into the mountains, to the abandoned hunting lodge to give her a final burial. I buried her with her amulet, keeping the blade as I thought she would like.
Tonight Melissa rests below cold earth with peace... perhaps you will have peace soon as well.
 
Rest easy my love.
~Tahletril.
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[Witch Hunter]

[INDENT]

Wrath or Will?
((I will add a date once they re-open lore

[Witch Hunter]

[INDENT]

Wrath or Will?
((I will add a date once they re-open lore

[Witch Hunter]

[INDENT]Wrath or Will?[/INDENT]

[INDENT]//I will add a date once they re-open lore

[Witch Hunter]

Wrath or Will?
((I will add a date once they re-open lore

[Witch Hunter]

Wrath or Will?
((I will add a date once they re-open lore))

Blades speak word of death to those demanding to hear, or so father said some twenty years ago when I first seen him slay an invader during some Drow raid

[Witch Hunter]

[INDENT]Wrath or Will?
Bright Eye, Winter Snow  2, 1413.

Blades speak word of death to those demanding to hear, or so father said some twenty years ago when I first seen him slay an invader during some Drow raid. Demanding was the key word, never did they speak without being spoken too never slay without a reason to protect.

Truly, I've seen many claim to be masters of their weapons since my arrival to Mistone some two years ago, many that think they wield their weapons, they are nothing more than vessels of destruction - scythes in the hand of a death angel. They fight with great skill, their prowess unmatched by their foes, yes, but for what reason?

Some slay for the "fun" of it, others for the "challenge" but a constantly doing so over and over against the same poor group of foes who can barely defend themselves, why? I find no reason in their mindless slaughter, I did not hone my skills by killing that which did not attack my friends and family - or me.

I was in a rise overseeing Lar a few days ago when I saw a group of people descend into a lair of some beast or another, a wolf I presume, the beast was clearly sleeping. "Let's kick 'em in the head til its dead!" one of the teens shouted, charging the lair. I made my way down as fast as I could only to find the wolf slaughtered and them long gone and for what reason? Human cruelty knows no boundaries, much like the Drow we so long ago banished.

I refuse to let folly cause guide my blade, and I refuse to grant the metal an answer to it's blood lust. If I am to wield it masterfully there will be a cause, and we both know well enough you are my cause, as much as you hate warfare or being a reason to it.

It is a constant struggle which occurs with each blow and strike I deliver, am I really doing it for the right reason? Is it the blade that wields me rather than I it? does it direct my wrath or does it direct my will? Do I direct it? I feel these questions will be answered soon, my training is nearly complete and a final answer will soon follow.

Rest easy my love, just a bit more and I will be ready.
~Tahletril.[/INDENT]