This is my attempt to keep track of what I have done, and what I do, so that if people ask me, I do not come off as an entity of whimsy. My life changed a great deal after the fifty years spent at the Breath of the Muse painting, writing poetry and playing music. After I met Zarianna, I settled in a city for the first time, and my mind turned to more foucsed pursuits. I poured a great deal of concentration in to arrow-making, even gaining some small fame as I was asked to judge a competition of arrow-making. My work with the artists involved lead to being granted a Band of Insight.
Since then I have been engaged in a long-term project I have named to Saga. I have been collecting legends, myths and folk tales from my travels, and visits to both the Great Library and Spellgard. I then inscribe these stories on arrows. Eventually I will train a bow with these arrows, so that the stories will occur as I fire the arrows. The bow will be a little like a living repository of story and myth. Who knows, perhaps the magic will behave in relationship to the target producing unique combinations. I think that would be interesting, but I will leave that to more wizarding people than I.
I have been trying to develop my spell-singing, but it comes slowly. I have been able to support people like Andrew in singing profound magic. Mostly I use it to touch people's hearts. Whether is be to clear them of the confusion emotion can create, or guide their insights, or even use the Heartsong to make them "brighter" targets. More and more though, I feel the desire to use my song to affirm life, rather than disrupt it. Perhaps this is because of my dealings with vampires.
Vampires. A dark side of the heart. They make me rage. And it is more than what happened to Zarianna. Perhaps it hearkens me back to my forgotten time in the Gloom Wood. Perhaps they are anathema in my esteem, seeming to mock the brightness of my goddess. Whatever the cause, something awoke in me in the Crypt of the Ancient Lich, and its flame burns brighter everyday.
I have spent a better part of a year searching out vampire enclaves and destroying them as best as I could. Krandor, and its Corathite cult; Arindor's Demise with its stained past, and finally the work of Caleron Gildman.
Gildman is a unifying figure for me. On the one hand, his passion for vampire slaying surpasses even mine. He lived a solitary life, filled with grim exploits. In a religion that is filled with those that shy from violence, I find someone, like me, who is willing to fight and die for what is right. I walk his path in the hope to learn some of the wisdom he accumulated.
On the other hand, Gildman is the focus of my quest to unearth the forgotten beauty of this world. I have encountered resistance to this, having been told that there are battles to be fought against immediate evil, but I believe that to fight for life, we must have something to live for. What better than inspiring works of prfound beauty. And so this is what has lead me in to Caleron's life.
This must signal a sea change for I have become involved in other things since then. I aided in a divination of relics I found, mostly being guided through, but I think I learned something of how to fortify such attempts.
When hunting the remains of the vampire Lannathul, I studied the regional plants on the way, took samples and have studied the propeties of the blood ferns for alchemical, medicinal and culinary uses. I have learned about imbuing Al'Noth in to items through the heartsong. I am currently trying to devise techniques for proper excavations of delicate sites, so that I might penetrate but not damage ancient places.
I have pored out enough on this page that I fear that those who read it will assign the very reputation I have tried to avoid, so I will let it rest for now. Currently though, I am heading to Blackford and then the Great Library to read about the preservation of antiquities, specifically parchments and papyrus.
