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« on: March 14, 2007, 12:21:49 pm »
Not a cop-out...I truly understand scheduling and prioritizing. Both are a neccessity of life. I also truly hope to be able to donate someday to Layonara, as I do love the site and the effort that the team puts into it. I am not going to whine and cry right now why I cannot, but needless to say I cannot...yet.
Thanks for the quick reply.
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« on: March 05, 2007, 01:10:09 pm »
I have not written in sometime, so it may take me sometime to update my journal. Many things have changed over the course of the past few months and I fear that I may have forgotten much of details that I would have remembered if I had written them down earlier. I shall have to do a better job of documenting my travels and my friends.
It did not take as long to find my friends as I had once thought. I found them in Fort Vehl, a place that has seemed to change somewhat in appearance, but is still the same on the surface. We travelled through the Gloom Woods and the outskirtss of the fort to find that many bandits and deaders have made their home here. I have made four successful trips with many friends into the Gloom Woods and yet the bandits and deaders seem to continually seem to take up residence after being removed. The first such trip was the most noteable, as I observed a man named Pyyran, that used a rapier quite successfully in battle. It was as close to the bladesong as I have ever seen. I hope to discuss this further with him, as I saw no evidence that he combines magic with his blade.
Later I listened as he and Shiff discussed the name of the two-handed sword that Shiff uses in battle, Vicious is what I believed they came up with for the wicked looking blade. I somewhat jokingly asked about my own swords name and Pyyran asked to see the blade which I showed him. He said to name it Hummingbird, which I have come to call my sword. Although I meant it only as a joke, I realized a truth about the meaning behind such a name...I must return to my work of restoring the bladesong forms to the lands of Mistone. I have learned much as a bard: the art of my singing to aid my friends, how the magic no longer seems to be a chore to learn from a book, and the delight of learning about new things of this world. But I much return to the work of my blade soon.
Finally, I must write about Talia. Recently we travelled to the frigid Barbarian Isle, with a large group of adventurers led by Praylor Falcus. The strange magic that seems to steal people away in plain sight was plaguing Talia and she feared she would put many in danger if it continued, so I accompanied her back to Leringard. I am gald I did. We spent the most amazing time together. We swam to a small island an sat a talked until the sunrose. We walked to the water fall of the cliffs and swam in a shallow pool. We spoke of wishing to buy a house outside of Castle Blackford, only to find that all the houses have been taken. And then I watched her joyfully look through the temple of her goddess, as she explored the temple there. We spent the night wrapped in each others arms. I do care for her deeply. Perhaps someday we shall become even closer....as close as a man and woman can be.
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« on: February 27, 2007, 09:13:56 pm »
If you did download the ones here, do you need to go back to the one Pan posted earlier?
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« on: February 27, 2007, 08:02:46 pm »
It has been many days since I have last travelled with friends. I seems to be more and more on the outside looking in, waiting for them to come back from Dregar or other places they have travelled. Oh how I wish to travel with them. Perhaps I will take a few years and travel to Port Hampstead or Fort Vehl and see if I can find work in a local taveren. I do miss seeing the sights of all that is Mistone, Dregar and beyond. Perhaps I shall even meet my friends there. I do not know...but I believe I will see things with...new eyes once again.
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« on: February 24, 2007, 08:31:32 am »
It is fun to watch people. I never noticed it before. So many unique personalities, attitudes and values each individual has to cover up hurt, grief and loss. I have told myself to stop talking so much and just listen to the stories of others. I have succeed partially in this endeavor, though I do admit it takes some work on my part. I like to talk, but it seems others are more apt to open up more if you will just listen. When I do speak, I wish to speak words of encouragement, wisdom and hope. I believe it is what we need during these dark times.
Again I travelled about seeing old sights that I once had seen through a narrow vision. A brief trip to the goblin caves found that the goblins of the Red Light Tribe, had found yet another leader. Talia, Tath, Gillandar, and myself travelled deep into the cave to find the new cheiftain. I found myself watching things from the view point of others and learned a lot from them. Talia was there protecting, encouraging and healing. It was fun to watch her hands touch broken flesh and to see the wound close to mend. She said little as I found myself fighting up front fighting, just a bit, but I could tell she was concerned for my well being.
Tath berated Gillandar for running ahead into harms way, which I must admit was a little brash for the young fighter. I believe Gillandar to be a paladin, one that is youthful and full of vigor, but he must learn restraint to survive. The youth did not finish the trip with us. I do not know if it was Tath's words or another matter that took him from his travels with us, but I hope he did not take words too hard.
Tath is a strange one. Not only are there visible differences in his looks and speech, but he seems to have a darkside. As he would kill goblins, he seemed to enjoy ripping their bodies apart with his bare hands and using parts of the broken goblins as weapons. Talia was disturbed by these actions and I must say I was a little more than concerned. Tath seems friendly enough, but what if in his trance like blood lust (for I do not know what else to call it) he hurts someone else. Perhaps others know more about him, as I only have observed him closely this one time. I shall try to find out more about the one called Tath.
Strange events were occurring throughout our trip, as the cave was a busy place. We ran into many dwarves looking to mine, as dwarves do, but seemed rather reluctant to join us. Goblins seemed embolded to attack us and many stronger goblins seemed to come great distances through the cavarens to attack us. Talia was almost killed as a group of goblins appeared as she awoke from a meditation. It disturbed me so much, I kept asking for all of us to leave, but mining and conversations seemed to continue. I do not know why we did not leave sooner. It was a strange time in that place. None like I had ever seen before.
Finally, I gave the head of the goblin chief, to a dwarf named Glim Silveryaxe. He was rewarded for the efforts of all that transversed that cavaren. He had hoped that I would also benefit, but I did not. I hope I made a friend in the process. The dwarves seem to be very secretive as of late and any little thing that can be done to help the relation of the races continue in good standing should be attempted. Perhaps something is stirring that will make these times even darker than they already are.
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« on: February 18, 2007, 10:12:42 am »
OK, I think I really have screwed up the character all around. Can I just delete him and re-make him from stratch?
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« on: February 18, 2007, 09:51:51 am »
Sorry about the confusion. Aeryn is a character that is being rebuilt through game play to change classes. I wished to set the stats to as close as he once was. I messed up his Dex and Con though. Is there anyway to reset his stats, since I have already built him again. Or do I request a deletion and redo the whole new character creation.
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« on: February 18, 2007, 09:23:50 am »
My fix did not work...wasted sometime last night on this and just found out this morning that it did not work. What is it that I need to do to fix my stat problem?
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« on: February 17, 2007, 06:29:35 pm »
OK, just went back to check and I was wrong with my previous assessment, but I do need to get his Dex back to what it was. Should I have him deleted and redo the stats?
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« on: February 16, 2007, 08:24:44 pm »
Have a happy birthday.
Aeryn Tahlaer
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« on: February 15, 2007, 11:51:31 am »
Seventh Journal Entry:
I am Aeryn Tahl'aer. A bladesinger. I have researched to the ends of the great lands of Layonara, but it seems that the bladesong is lost to the continent of Mistone. I believe it has been secreted away to the lands of Voltrex, to be hidden away by the elves there. I know why. It is a secret and ancient form of blended blade and magic. A true bladesinger is a formidable oppenent indeed. In the hands of the 'lesser' races, those who seek to only benefit themselves through fame and glory would distort its intended purpose. The harmonious whole of blade and magic.
I fear I will never find the truest form of the bladesong on Mistone or Dregar. I may too never make it back to to the lands of my parents, Voltrex, from where my father would tell me stories of the great deeds of the bladesingers dedications to blade and magic. Death has come often, not only to me, but to that of my friends as I seem to be unable to aid them with my skills of the bladesong. I have even forsaken some of my vows as to the choice of armor that I would don in seeking to aid my friends. I feel as if I am torn between to worlds, my quest to seek the bladesong form and to aid the friends I love so dear.
I seek a compromise, whatever the consequences that I may receive. I seek not only to continue in my quest for the bladesong, but I would wish to aid my friends through my singing itself. I wish to give up my intense focus as a fighter and my keen research of the weave to become a true bard. My father told me of more than one tale of bards that new the forms of the bladesong and of their deeds to spread the elven ways to the other races.
I request this only as a true friend of my friends and will take any consequence of the gods or the powers that be.
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« on: January 26, 2007, 09:55:33 am »
Sixth Journal Entry:
*digging through his pack, he finds his journal at the bottom*
*sighing he takes it out...and says, "I am sorry mother"*
*reading the pages, he thinks of his friends...friends he has not seen in many years...he smiles*
I have closeted myself away for too many years. I have researched and researched, looking for the final forms of the bladesong, to make the song complete. I believe it only to be found on Voltrex. It is like my people to gaurd, that which we hold dear, its secrets from the other races. If my father had not filled my head with the stories of the past...
*smiles at the memories*
But I will continue down my chosen path. Life...death...they do not matter much really. It is the people we are around and what we do for them that really matters most. I shall make new friends...Zergon...Alu...and...Talia. They are what matters.
I cannot think straitght at the moment, perhaps I should write later.
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« on: August 08, 2006, 06:41:16 am »
Fifth Journal Entry:
I do not know what to think. I am unsure of everything right now. The one I adore, the one I...care for deeply, was not who she really was. A doppleganger? A demon? What was she? Does the real Dor even know how I really feel? Or did I pour out my heart to the lie? I would never break the bond of Dor and Jacc. It is against my nature to do so, although I do....care for her. I think I saw her a eve past, after the party set out to rescue her. If it was her, she did not acknowledge me, so I must assume she knows nothing of me. Perhaps it is best. Perhaps I should fade away with memories of...a lie? I am sure Jacc will never trust me, now that he knows I...care for her.
But, also my concern lies in the fact, that did I care for the one that was the fake Dor? How much time did I spend with...'it'? I know that the creature, or aberation, must be of malecontent to do what 'it' did. But, the being, never took advantage of the knowledge of my feelings for Dor. Does that mean 'it' cared for me? I cannot lie, the last time I spent with, the 'lie', my heart wished to go further and act upon my desires. I do believe the 'thing' knew this. But nothing happened. 'It' never took the situation further, as I would not allow have allowed the situation to have gone further. I am confused. I am hurt. I am alone.
I care for...I love...a lie.
*sighs and stares at the page, unsure of everything in his life, once again*
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« on: August 05, 2006, 10:12:21 am »
Sounds good with me....I have seen the bladesinger with the rapier before.
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« on: August 05, 2006, 09:43:17 am »
Iron Chainmail...cheap!!!!
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« on: August 05, 2006, 06:41:01 am »
Do any GM's or Developers have any comments? How about any PC's out there? Would any other PC's have an interest to play this style of PrC? Thanks for any comments.
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« on: August 05, 2006, 06:36:54 am »
Fourth Journal Entry:
I feel that I must write, for adventures are few and far between for me. I have been thinking about much lately. Friends, adventure, and of course, the bladesong. My quest to seek the once beautiful fighting art is a great adventure in and of itself. It is a fine line I walk between death and restoring the bladesong fully to my people the elves. Many do not understand my need to walk this line and I believe finding me a little odd. Most bladesingers were seen as such and feared by many more. But, I will continue to work to blend my magic and sword into one harmonious whole. It is a great adventure.
I travel a lot these days with Jaleel. He has gained much recognition and has many that he travels with and always is quick to include me. I have been many places that I could not travel alone, because of his friendship. He has asked me about the bladesong a few times, seeking to follow its ways, but it is hard to tell my friend that he cannot learn its secrets. It is for my people only and the penalty is death for any who teach it to one of the other races.
As for Dorena, I have not seen her in many days. I miss talking to her and seeing her face. Whether love or friendship, I am unsure, but I do know I miss her presence. I hope to see her soon so we may talk of each others adventures and how we have fared in the past few months. I hope she is well, and safe.
*with a slightly concerned expression, he closes his journal and leaves the Wild Surge in search of his friend*
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« on: July 22, 2006, 06:21:35 am »
Third Journal Entry:
I am sorry mother. I know I should practice my writings more, but the practice of my blade and magic take more of my time than I would like at times. I fear the bladesong is lost. I had almost given up hope until my two most dear friends gave me wise advise. First the staunch Jaleel, in his quiet manner, stated he would not leave the path of finesseful warrior. Though his words were few and not meant to hurt, I have though deeply on breaking my oath as a bladesinger to wear the light armors. I wish I had the discipline of my friend. Secondly, were the words of my dearest friend Dorena. There is always hope. Simple and yet deeply profound words for me in my time of thought. I shall return to my work of restoring the bladesong to the elves. I will not waver from it again, remaining disciplined as my friend Jaleel, and always clinging to hope as sweet Dorena has said.
As you can tell from my writings above, I have broken my oath to restore the bladesong. I shall have to start from the beginning, to have the hope Dorena has spoken of, and will forsake all armors for a time. I fear death will be often, but I do not fear death. I hope not to shy away from adventure or the frontlines, as it pains me to see them run by in that ghostly state, trying to return to their graves. I saw Jaleel in such a state and did not accompany him back, something I regret truly. I was scared to enter the greypeaks. But I will no more fear death. For this will be my guide: No greater love has a man than this, than he lay his life down for his friends. If I shall pass from this world it will be for that cause.
That is all for now. I miss you mother. I miss you father. I may and hope to see you soon.
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« on: July 04, 2006, 04:25:56 am »
I figured it had been done before...I called the PRC the CRP for some strange reason. Brain dead I guess. I am also sorry the chart was all crammed together like it is. I spent so much time to keep the items in individual columns and then it did that... :p. It is too bad that no one can get the Song of Celerity to work though.
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« on: July 01, 2006, 01:56:56 pm »
Second Journal Entry:
It has been a few weeks since I wrote, but I am making progress. I must return to the first day that I arrived to Hlint and the first person that I spoke with, Dorena Abianca, the Ranger of Folian. She helped my first few weeks around Hlint and showed me many places to get work and helped me with many quests against foes. I can honestly say that I did fall in love with her, but I did soon learn she was bonded to a Half-Elf named Jacciari, a very quiet, capable man. I had the fortune to see them work in battle together and was amazed at their skill and teamwork with each other. Although I have feelings for Dorena, I can honestly say it is becoming more of one of a sisterly love, than that of what I felt earlier. She will always be a true friend.
I have also begun an inner-struggle with my feelings of the race that killed my parents, the drow. There are many, called by the dragon. I have had many 'run in' with a few and started to hate them even more. But I had a good discussion with a man named Barion, and though I do not take everything he says at full value, he did make a strong case for them being here and serving the dragon. I still do not trust them, for I have seen none of their so called valor, but will take a wait and see approach before I shall do anything. I am not as naive as to think that they are not skilled in battle and I would do nothing against them, but become another gift to the soul mother. But I shall watch and see if I see evidence of the good deeds to the cause.
Finally, I must write about my work to restore the bladesong to the elves. The bladesong is a fighting style that my people wielded in the ages past. A blend of magic and swordplay, that looks as if the elf is dancing with the enemy. Some would say it is now called a spellsword, but there is no graceful beauty in the dance of that profession. More for humans, half-elves, and the other races, spellswords rely more on there armor than the bladesinger. Bladesingers will rely on their spells to aid them. It has been a hard lesson to learn, but I am an elf and time is with me. I shall continue to search for the blend of magic and sword that is the bladesong.
I hope mother would be proud of my efforts.
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