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« on: April 09, 2005, 11:57:00 am »
It takes a long time to mix the proper ingrediants of things and get a potion actually *worth* drinking.
Now I think I've got it.
At least the salves and potions I have been using are helping people. I think I am beginning to like enchanting. This goes along way to help quell the inner turmoil I have felt arising in prejudice and war. The mace upon live flesh does not feel right as it does when it is taking apart a walking corpse.
-Maylin
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« on: March 28, 2005, 12:16:00 pm »
In my dreams....
I awoke in a cold sweat.
Giants?!
The last two days had been arduous and trying. Physically, I could not measure up to the creatures that stormed Fort Hope. Giants to the West and South, Undead from the Broken Forest in the North. They came from all sides and killed so many.
A Balor?!
It was the first time I had seen such a creature here on Mistone. Not since the warring in the heavens had I faced a demonic terror as such. The following days would ensue that I did not forget about it.
I had nightmares. The Seed of the Fire had implanted within Dyness and Drawna. Dyness whom I have grown very fond of lately was struck by a Witch and cursed. Something was within her now and I will do whatever it takes to help her rid herself of this evil that has imposed on her body.
Drawna. Though I did not know her, the fight was all of ours, and we were to protect her. I will go to the Hells and back fighting for these two ladies. Though, personally, I know them hardly, and Drawna even less, Dyness gave her life for mine during the battle, and for this, I am eternally in her debt.
Dyness,
I shall fight for you until I am riddled with exhaustion and I fall to the ground in death, never to return. To you, Aeridin, I swear this. Her cause is now mine, and her life is now mine to protect no matter the case. Druid of Katia - I pledge to you.
The nightmares are getting more and more real. The outcome is closer to the truth every day. I was forced to slay and help slay many living creatures, as well as defending Hope from the Undead invasion to the North. Aeridin, you granted me your powers to unleash mighty magics on these foes, as well as help when at all possible with healing the Warriors of Good. I thank you.
I still dream of that two days. I shall find these ladies and remain by their side. Fisterion shall get no sacrifice nor mistress from these two women. I shall never allow it, nor will the others.
...and yet my dreams of fire are coming true...
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« on: March 24, 2005, 07:07:00 pm »
~* Thoughts *~
To say things have been interesting would be an understatement.
In two weeks time, I have seen that number of Celestials. One reprimanded me for toying with the idea of aquiring a pelt from a bear for Johan, the Fur Trader. Duly so, however - I would not have adventured to the place to kill the thing just cause; that notion is absurd. My faith has led me many places, as well as an encounter again with the mummy.
It is called a Hunefar and it is an ancient evil that plagues this land. However, this one is either the product of a posession gone wrong, or the creation of something which has intelligence. More than likely there is a soul within this Hunefar - which truly makes my job hard. I mean, how am I supposed to strike down something of evil when there is life and good within it?
It speaks? It has intelligence?
These are the things I was so concerned about and now need to investigate further. Aralin, a friend of mine has aquired a rare divinity gem which may very well have sway or some type of power over this undead. We need to investigate this further.
The strange thing is my calling. I have more and more dreams of this undead, and of the general populace that plagues these lands. I am here to do something about this, I know that. I am here to regrow to my former power as I posessed in the Heavens as an Archangel of Aeridin.
I was a Warrior of Light, but it seems my path has led me as a simple Priest of my Lord here on this Plane. What am I to do? I wish to become that strength of power that I was... I wish to posess the Holy Smiting might that I once held in the Fields of Battle in the Heavens.
But here on this Plane, I am a Warrior of Peace. I am a gentle Aasimar - a plane touched being. I still feel my Elven blod in me, I still feel almost human; but I am not. I know this, and I cannot deny what I am, nor do I wish to. My faith holds strong. I wish not to harm those that are living. Life is so precious, but so many around me care for nothing but to kill or be killed in battle.
Much has changed since I was last on this Plane. The last seven years before I was called to fight undead on Mistone have been peaceful and learned. Now things are different within me. The more I preach to others the more I feel I need to take a more righteous path to smite the evil of this land.
I shall continue on my path until my Lord gives me cause otherwise. To this, I swear.
Oh Aeridin! Here my plea!
Lifegiver and preserver of the Cycle, I do your bidding as though there were nothing else. I care for life and to prevent violence, but wish to destroy the undead and evil of this land in their forms. I ask that you give me the strength to still preach your word, and for those who seek to do harm to the innocent or conduct evil on this land, give me the strength to strike down upon them with righteous fury and edificacious tenacity.
In this, your faithful servant,
Soloman Maylin
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« on: March 14, 2005, 04:03:00 pm »
This mummy type undead creature is worth note as well.
He attacked the Wild Surge Inn and killed almost everyone there. First the foul undead attacked outside of the town and then proceeded to attack the town and the Inn. Be wary, this is no ordinary mummy, but one of swift speed and terrible power.
-Father Maylin
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« on: March 23, 2005, 12:00:00 pm »
The story really begins after I had come back to the town of Hlint from a journey to Krandor to investigate some crypts there. I was quietly resting next to a bench near the small pond of Hlint, taking in a well deserved nap when I began to hear shouts and some commotion coming from the main drag of the town. I remember being quick to get up and loose my mace and shield from the holding spots where they stay secured to my person - I did this because I had presumption of a ill feeling... The kind I get when I am around the unnatural living. Moving quickly to the bustle, I noticed then and there a mummy standing before a few people.
"Oh my, it certainly looks as if it is a mummy, only..." It had already killed one person, and the creature began to lumber towards me. Rather fast I might add.
"Back you foul creature! Back to the fields of the Dead where you belong! The power of Aeridin compells you!" I shouted.
There was merely a groaning as it turned toward a friend of mine, Ardul, a Drow who worshipped Lucinda. It struck twice, killing her in a mere moment, but the strange thing was, as it did this - it seemed to struggle with itself.
"No!" It said, "she is an innocent!"
An innocent? It speaks? It is intelligent? This cannot be good for us. I must put this thing down.
Throwing my robes back, I revealed my glistening light of Aeridin bouncing off the golden leaves emblazoned upon my chest plate. I gripped my Mace tighly in my hand and threw my shield before me as I advanced toward the thing if only to see to my fallen friend.
"Back to the Hells fouls undead! The power of the Lord compells you! I will see his will be done!" As these words leaped from Aeridin unto me and out of me, I spent forth a mighty blow which would have at least rendered any normal undead a sizable wound. This only bounced off the creatures wrappings as if I was a mere inconvenience. I struck a second time, the mace being blocked by the creatures hand, he knocked it away and struck me one time in the chest, crimping my armor and putting a mighty dent in my so cherished golden leaves. I was knocked to the ground only to be hit once more and rendered unconscious.
Bleeding, I struggled to my feet as I regained my composure after I had awoken and stabalized. I cast a quick healing spell and I felt a bit better albeit my vision substantially blury from the mere pressure of the blows and the crushed metal upon my chest.
It lumbered into the inn now.
Oh no! All those people!
Ardul, who had come back to life and reclaimed her soul, myself, and a few others raced into the Inn only to find what we had horribly expected. It was a massacre - the mummy had already murdered several and was after the rest. Ardul was quick to react - getting close to it and laying her hands upon the thing, she called upon her healing powers of Lucinda at which a mighty explosion took place and the thing actually seemed to be hurt by the action!
I took it upon myself to cast a spell which called upon the Light of Aeridin and projected it forth as a beam which can sear and harm any undead. The searing light exploded upon the mummy, seeming to harm it as well, but not enough. The thing stomped toward us and delivered a few blows to each of us, killing us all. Is there no stopping this monster?!
After this time, it lumbered out the door, seeming to struggle with its actions as if something else were inside of it besides a mindless undead creature.
"Father Maylin! Are you alright?!" Came a shout from the door of the Inn. I had been delivered back to the plane by Aeridin and staggered slowly into the Inn to reclaim my soul. Though it must have taken me some time, for Arudul seemed to be a bit worried. I nodded my head. "Aeridin has seen me to another day - so, I am fine for now."
"We cannot let this creature go unchecked." I began. "I sense an intelligence in it. A fight within the thing. We must figure out what it is and how we can stop it!"
"Yes." Came another. But I do not think it can be stopped. If you see it, you must run or be killed."
" I cannot run from such a creature, madam. I am compelled by the Will of my Lord to do battle with such atrocities to the Great Cycle."
Ardul nodded. "He is right. We must find out about it and see how we can stop it. I saw it go out west, and it desecrated a temple to Toran earlier. Perhaps it is headed back to Llast."
I nodded. "Then perhaps we should see what we can do about it."
Ardul then spoke of another thing. "I have heard of a Necromancer in Spellgard who may be able to help us with such things. Possibly there are books within the Library of Lucinda which may shed light on what the thing is."
"Aye," I said, "It is certainly not merely a mummy. Let us pass through Llast to see if it has harmed anyone there, then see if we can find anything out about this creature."
All the while the group as well as the Innkeeper were busy carrying bodies from the Inn. I blessed them all in hoped to a safe passing journey.
Off to Spellgard we were.
This was only the beginning. The calling of my Lord in my dreams to seek out the undead had come true. There was a powerful undead here - and I was to stop it or forever be killed, trying.
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