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Ysheera also drops by some trade goods to build her credit:
Hiradush Grolls Armor (platemail, elect res 5/-, Wiz spell slot lv 4) 50% of lens = 3270
Iron Helm: 50% of lens = 1252
bronze falchion: 50% of lens = 800
Calliah Marshalley's hand axe (acid 1d4): 50% of lens = 1270
Negnar Holf's light hammer (Immunity to Poison!): 50% of lens = 1000
Total deposited: 7592
Previous Credit: 6722
Total New Credit = 14,314
Ysheera purchases a Fire IV enhancement rod: 12,080
She pays 50% through credit: -6040
She pays 50% in Coin: 6040
New Credit = 8274
« on: May 05, 2021, 05:07:11 pm »
Between bouts of partying, drinking, and general goofiness, Ysheera worked the bowyer craft, and hunted and quested with allies, and on occasion continued to meet up with Sehky, her teacher.
Of note, at her last training session while coaching her in battle with massive earth elementals he cautioned her to not force the power. "It could burn you out," he had said. "Allow, don't force."
Suitably warned, she continued to do her best to allow the flow of the Al’noth. It felt like an awkward dance with an invisible unpredictable (if not head-over-heels drunken) partner, while balancing on a narrow bobbing log over a rushing river. But after many small successes and failures she began to be aware that progress was happening. Just that was enough to buoy her spirits.
Her last hunt was into the scale-beast swamps near Dapplegreen (so satisfying to slay those cold blooded predators!). Deeper, she and her allies entered the troll-infested platinum mine. She found humor and grace in her arrow play, even with the enclosed tunnels narrowing her mobility. So much so, that she was able to compose little ditties about her three companions. Not legendary songs, or even very good, but playful tunes while busy slaying or keeping an eye out for ambushes:
K’nix the K’changer, ever facing danger!
As dragon, bear, or minotaur Axe-Ranger!
Nature-strong, inspiring this song!
Call on this Shapechanger to right any wrong!
A Nice Ditty (named by Nyx)
There once was a Hairful Hank,
Devoted he, to Toran!
And in reward his God did see
To bless his hair far more than,
Other folk, long and shiny,
Bright golden in the sun!
To Hank the Priest of Toran!
A Traipsin’ Tipseroo!
A Traipsin’ Tipseroo!
Arrows sail from the Mage-in-Mail,
A Traipsin’ Tipseroo!
A Traipsin’ Tipseroo!
A Traipsin’ Tipseroo!
All Hail the Mage-in-Mail!
A Traipsin’ Tipseroo!
Ysheera purchases several items:
2 Lion Bags x 4578 = 9156
Scroll Case 900
Stone of stoneskin 300
the last Potion of Lessor Restoration 200
Total = 10,556
20% multi item discount = 2,112
Total = 8445
Dropped off 22 eggs x 140 = 3080
Dropped off 22 cow milk x 100 = 2000
20 silk x 100 = 2000
Previous Credit = 0; New Credit 7080
8445 minus credit of 7080 = 1,365 owed.
Paid 1,365 in coin
That should settle this account back to Zero.
Ysheera walks into Cailomel's to build credit:
She gives these things to the shopkeepers:
Grag Delkoos's armor: 50% of Lens = 768
Drugo Yaeger's battle axe: 50% of lens = 650
iron helmet: 50% of lens = 1252
Total dropped off: 2670
Picks up a lessor enchantment rod of fire I: 2040
50% paid from credit = 1020 True owed
500 True paid now, and IOU 520.
New Credit = 1650
UPDATE: Brought in a few more items:
Dropped off a bronze helm: 50% of lens = 966
and a dented helm: 50% of lens = 126
21 purple mushrooms x 50 = 1050
21 aloe x 30 = 630
6 pecans x 60 = 360
6 raw quartz crystal x 50 = 300
28 jars of honey x 50 = 1400
6 birch bark x 40 = 240
New credit (unless there are things here you do not need) = 6722
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« on: April 30, 2021, 12:25:29 pm »
It started with a more full empowered feeling in her belly, and a subtle tingle throughout her whole body. Ysheera had been practicing dropping into a still place inside, even during the high adrenaline stress of a hunt. It was hard to stay calm while arrows were being launched at her, or while goblins, gnolls, or ogres were charging. The long contemplative practise sessions she did between hunts were helping; her mind was quieter, she felt more alert, and part of her awareness stayed focused inside her body, feeling the sensations and the energy growing and flowing within her.
However, more often than not she’d lose focus, panic, or forget to channel the empowering bardic song. In those moments she’d lose touch with the calm belly, the hum and tingle of the Al’noth, and sometimes botch her spells or get tangled up in the fear or clouds she cast.
Ysheera was hard on herself each time an ally dropped. She could have done better, she knew - more alert to her allies to try and heal them, more alert to the enemies to lure them into Grease spells or Clouds of Bewilderment, better at keeping the empowering bardic song going to strengthen her and her allies. And after each botched raid she’d curse and go off alone in the forest, trying to not beat herself up about her errors, and working to regain the calm quiet mind she reached for. She knew that she needed to be more focused, more clear-headed, and more alert to not let herself and her allies down.
Once she had burnt out her frustration, sometimes through rage, sometimes through grief, sometimes through a binge of wine and food and sleep, then she’d settle and find her way back to trying again. She’d refresh herself in the cool streams and lakes, and then practise quieting the mind, listening for the Al’noth’s melody, humming in sync with it, and firing arrows from that relaxed calm place. And allowing….allowing the Al’noth. And eventually she’d start to feel that full empowered belly feeling and the tingle….growing, and growing until she was sure she’d find the flow all through her arms, hands, and into the bow and arrows. But that infusion still eluded her.
Ysheera bumped into Tipseroo and Sir Hank in Hlint, and they decided to venture into the red light caverns. They aimed to go the distance and take out the chief. They knew they’d need to be careful. This hunt went well. She stayed relaxed, she managed her spells well to control the hordes - slowing the charges with Grease, luring enemies into Clouds of Bewilderment, and occasionally casting Fear when she was in the lead and able to get the jump on a larger group.
They made it all the way to outside of the chieftain’s chambers and refocused, set their plans, and were successful! In the victorious aftermath, she realized that she’d stayed calm the whole time, and she had almost felt the Al’noth in her arrows. Almost...but not quite. This buoyed her hope and she knew the goal was in sight.
As they rested before leaving the caves, keeping an ear out for stragglers creeping in to ambush them, Tipsy had a revelation. He had done it. He was infusing his arrows with the Al’noth. It came to him all of a sudden, right there, as he rested. And now he was certain. He was an Arcane Archer now.
Ysheera’s first reaction was rage. Why him, and not her? “I’ve wanted this for decades! I’ve practised for decades!” She wanted to congratulate him, but was tightening up inside, holding tears back - tears of frustration, rage, and self-loathing. Yes, she practised, but she also played and partied far more often than practising. Her consternation passed….slowly, and she could half-heartedly congratulate him.
Ysh asked, “What was the turning point? How’d you find this?”
Tipsy frustrated her by simply saying, “Practise, practise, practise”
“Blast him,” she thought, “and blast this Arcane Archer path!”
Tipsy reassured her that he felt she was close. And Hank also said he could sense it. “Not that a Priest of Toran would know anything about my work,” she thought. But their confidence in her and their goodwill calmed her and felt supportive. Her confidence was also bolstered just by knowing that Tipsy had succeeded. “Blast him!”
“If Tipsy can do it, then I can do it!” she muttered.
The trio headed out of the caverns, fighting more goblins as they went. After the second skirmish she realized that something was unfolding within her chest and shoulders - a wave of energy that would rush to her fingertips with each arrow. The wood remained dull and lifeless, but she could feel the wings of the Al’noth unfold from her diaphragm, rush through her shoulderblades, chest, shoulders, and into her arms and hands...and almost into the arrows.
Excited, she headed to a peaceful campsite after they made their way out of the caverns. Ysh meditated, breathing into the sensations and allowing them to grow….and grow they did. Before long she stood and unleashed arrow after arrow at a dead elm. In wonder, she felt the Al’noth in each piercing arrow….and in her bow. The shift had happened. She had found the flow.
She could have wept with relief and joy but laughter was ringing from her mouth, and she just collapsed on the grass laughing for quite some time. Eventually she stood, closed her eyes, and found that she was feeling deep gratitude. Gratitude to her teacher Sehky - his patient words and confidence in her; gratitude even to Tireen, her cantankerous mother…”well, i guess I was the cantankerous one more than her”; and gratitude to herself for sticking with it and not giving up.
"I'm an Arcane Archer now," she mused. "Well, I guess I'm an Apprentice Arcane Archer. Sehky still has much to teach me!"
She felt proud, even knowing that she had only scratched the surface of that path. "I can do this," she thought. "It will all unfold now, deeper and deeper, until I, too, am a Master of this path."
// Note left at Angels //
I am purchasing these items:
Bracers of Dexterity 8000
Electric Enhancement I. 1400
500 Cold II arrows: 333
2 Lessor Restoration potions: 400
Total = 10,133
Minus the 20% multi item discount = 8,107 owed
Previous credit: 5295
added 16 honey now, +800 = 6095
added 25 wheat x 30 = +750 = 6845 credit
8107 minus credit of 6845 = 1262 owed
Coin added to chest = 1262
I believe I've done the math right (not my strongest skill! If I could put an arrow through those numbers I'd be confident! But do let me know if I have the math incorrect!).
You have my thanks!
« on: April 28, 2021, 06:13:32 pm »
Thanks for the Swift approval!
Yes - minimum of level 5 in AA and Bard before epic.
« on: April 28, 2021, 03:24:56 pm »
I think I understand what the updated bio is for (thanks to Tipsy's example!).
Bio has been updated:
Thanks for considering!
« on: April 28, 2021, 03:16:02 pm »
Hi, and thanks for the reply.
I'm a little confused about the updated Bio. Is it simply to add on to it a summary of what has transpired since level 1, leaving home?
Ysheera Elyndar places the following in an empty chest:
9 cow's milk x 100 =900
17 jars of honey x 50 = 850
Total = 1750
She leaves a note:
Mistress Pandorn, Thank you for the detailed accounting list you sent this morning!
I believe my credit was 1575 (with the multi-purchase discounts that I had forgotten, and the discount for the oak short bow headed to Haven's Armory). The newly deposited milk and eggs would make the credit now 3,325, if i'm not mistaken.
If you happen to find a Brawlers Belt that grants damage resistance to Bludgeoning, then I'd be interested in purchasing it.
« on: April 25, 2021, 03:10:43 pm »
Ysheera has been accepted as an apprentice to Sehky for the study of the path of the Arcane Archer, and he has welcomed her into the Tower Academy.
Their in-game trainings and hunts have been described in this development journal here:
Prior to training with Sehky, Ysheera did have some rudimentary training from her mother, who was the Arcane Archer defender of her home clan, as described in the Dev Journal, and as mentioned in my New Character Submission, here:
Ysheera is 8th level currently, and I'm hoping for 9th level to be the first level of Arcane Archer.
Thanks for considering!
Ysheera brings in 11 bottles of milk to add to her credit:
previous credit of 1191 + 1100 = Credit of 2291
Picks up 500 Fire II arrows: 333
500 Cold II arrows: 333
and an oak shortbow: 1500
She mutters, in a frustrated tone, "I'm almost able to craft this blasted thing, but not yet able!"
New Credit: 125
Thanks, mitonyorkcastle; yes, last week Ysh connected with Sehky online, in character, and he's taken her on as an apprentice, in the Tower Academy, teaching her the path of the Arcane Archer!
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Ysh brings in more trade resources:
41 honey x 50 = 2050
5 milk x 100 = 500
3 eggs x 140 = 420
Total brought in this day: 2970
Previous Credit 2349, + 2970 = Credit of 5319
Crag Cat Bags 2, x 2064 = 4128
New Credit = 1191
« on: April 21, 2021, 12:54:13 am »
She was walking under the moonlight, practising quieting her mind. Memories rose and fell, and she would relax again back to the breath and presence of the bow in her hand, feet on the earth, eyes and ears open to the subtle voice of the night time forest.
She thought of how nervous she had been when she first met Sehky, when she realized that he was an instructor of the Tower Academy, and a Master Arcane Archer. They had talked for a long time, seeking to understand each other. Then he tested her skills on a hunt. She didn’t hold her tongue, her mischief-making tongue that danced and played, made jokes, or teased. It was important to Ysh to enjoy her training and learning. But he seemed unperturbed.
Later he gave her a tour of the grand and lofty Tower Academy. Impressive! And then they journeyed to Stormcrest Crossing and trained. Again, she did not hold her tongue. It was tempting to act nice, be the model student, steal his coaching out of the fear that he’d reject her if he knew her nature. But she needed to know if she could be free, honest, and her bold and playful self with him. That was as important as the learning. And again, he was unperturbed.
At the end of the practise session he said, “You listen good and follow guidance. It is good.”
Never had her mother praised her in their training. But then, never had Ysh truly had an easy time listening and following her mother’s Bardic and Arcane Archer guidance. So why was it so easy to follow Sehky’s guidance this night, and allow the results to unfold?
After he left she fully intended to spend her first night in the Tower Academy. Fresh pie and drinks, a hot bath, and clean sheets - it all sounded divine. But she was on fire and couldn’t stop practising, training, focusing, experimenting. Her passion to learn had been ignited.
She marveled at the difference in her attitude - comparing herself in training under her mother’s judgemental eye, and this evening, training under Sehky’s casual but precise and kind focus.
“Ah….that’s it,” she mused aloud, abandoning the mind quieting technique for a time. “He is not judging me. He appears to accept me. ‘Inclusive’, he had said. And even though he is through and through an Ilsarian, he seemed to accept me, even though I have an affinity to frolic and play with self-centered Shadonites. And in that acceptance I could relax, and follow his guidance. And my passion to learn this art grew from the hope his mentorship instilled.”
She walked on, thinking of the Heartsong, Ilsare. Ysh resonated with much of the Ilsarian ways. Ysh is a singer, a passionate, feeling-based playful singer, who delights and enjoys the vocal play and weaving of the Al’noth with the voice and song.
“Well, I can bow to Shadon, while also appreciating Ilsare’s nature,” she thought.
Her thoughts and awareness again quieted into the surrounding forest, her own breath and being, and the oak bow held lightly in her hand. Soon, unbidden, a melody began to coalesce within her, and she began to hum. Then words formed, like curls of mist rising from a still pond. A song was being born, inspired by this night’s training with Sehky, but enhanced also by the teachings of Ysh’s mother, those hard-earned tips and wise words, torn reluctantly from the bouts of learning with her sporadically over the last years. The coaching and guidance interwove with Ysh’s experience, practise, passion, play, and prayer this night. Her walking slowed, and she abandoned herself to the unfolding delight of creation:
The Bullseye and I are One
Stance, just right.
Arm firm, not tight.
Shoulders broad, and breathe,
Allow the inner might.
Resistance, ambition, and fear,
The stubborn bullheaded mind is near.
Begone! Leave behind the bullheaded rear!
So the eye and the bullseye can be one.
Quiet the mind, worries unwind.
Will and heart, gently bind.
Take away the noisy braying bull,
And the eye and the bullseye are one.
Listen, hear the Al’noth’s song.
Harmonize with the melody, and hum.
Weave the spirit with breathe and tongue.
Now - the Heartsong comes!
Standing still or on the run,
In shadow, dark night, or bright-hued sun,
Facing foe, or in play or fun,
The Bullseye and I are One.
Song awakens the inner glow!
In effortless effort, find the flow!
Now, now is the time to bend the bow!
And unleash the shining arrow!
The Bullseye and I are One.
The Bullseye and I are One.
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« on: April 20, 2021, 02:09:08 am »
So...the final leg of this tale, at least for tonight! Something surprising, perhaps even miraculous, happened last night. And my heart and spirit are buoyed with even more hope now.
In Center a mysterious elven man was walking down the road, and when he saw me, he turned invisible. Intrigued, and not to be put off so swiftly, I ran up and turned invisible near where he had, just to make fun of him and his antics. And I spoke to him, or in his general direction, pretending to see him. He appeared then, and we spoke more. Eileanora was there too. It turns out he’s an Arcane Archer! So rare! And a Master of it, too! To prove it, he cast dozens of arrows at my feet and at Eilea’s feet! All in the blink of an eye!
He said he’d teach me the secrets of the Arcane Archer, when I had crafted my “dream” bow. Ouch. I don’t even know how to wield a lumberjack’s axe! Chopping wood, shaping it, sanding it….not a craft that is easy for me to learn. Still, it gave me hope. Because even though I have learned some of the rudimentary principles of the Arcane Archer from my mother, I have not been able to put those teachings into successful practise. So….to have a guide would be excellent.
So i struggled to learn the bowyer craft, twisting Tipsy’s arm to chop wood for me, and slaving in the sawdusty craft hall, and even forcing myself into the kitchen to learn to make sandpaper. Whew! And I was successful….well…..I made a hickory longbow. I even carved the word “dream” into it! My Dream Bow! *she laughs* Nothing to be too proud of, I know. But I carried on, knowing that my true “dream” bow would need to be far more fine than hickory.
But last night something even more miraculous happened. Yesterday I was exploring Hempstead and found the Tower Academy. I inquired there as to its purpose, and left a letter for the mages. Then, by chance or fate or purpose, that very evening I met an elven man by the fire at Center. And lo, it turns out he is the Arcane Archer instructor of the Tower Academy! How is it, that I’ve met two masterful Arcane Archers by chance? Both in the space of a week?
I won’t name him at this time, but we hunted together, talked for hours and hours, toured the Tower Academy (what a grand place!) and in the end, he agreed to teach me. I’m his apprentice!
Honestly, I don’t believe it still, as I thought no one would want me as a pupil. Stop snickering you, it’s not funny! But really, I’m cantankerous and like my freedom. I’m a jokester, many are easily offended by me, when I mean no offense, well, usually. And many think I’m disrespectful, when I mean no disrespect. I just speak my mind, and make jokes, and I like to lighten up the conversation. At inopportune times, sometimes, but still, it’s harmless play that seems to rub many the wrong way. But miraculously this Masterful mage did not reject me, and agreed for me to be his pupil. We’ll see how odious or delightful it is, but so far, I’m optimistic!
There! That’s what I had to share! To friend and acquaintance alike - and why I was pleased to gather you here with some xeenite wine and ale, and a roast boar! A celebration of my apprenticeship and admittance to the Tower Academy! Let’s hope I don't blow it, right? *laughs*
What’s that? Why am I not naming him? Well….because he has many enemies, he said. Many powerful enemies. And I don’t want to be targeted by them. I’ve probably said too much already, haven’t I? Anyone with half a mind could discover who my mentor is now, couldn’t they? Blast! I did say too much. Well, I’ll have to live with it….or die with it. But I’ve said all I will, for now!
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Ysheera brings in a few goods that Ferrit had requested:
19 bottles of cow milk x 100 = 1900
6 eggs x 140 = 840
Total brought in = 2740
Previous Credit: 2225 + 2740 = 4965 Credit
Items taken a few days back: 2616
New Credit = 2349
Let me know if I'm mistaken on the math!
« on: April 16, 2021, 10:34:40 am »
Barley lugs some wood into Saddlebag:
Cloak of Resistance +2. 9000
Silk Hood 1200
Total purchased: 10,200 (pays 1,020 True)
Cloak of Protection +2 2000
24 Hickory Branches x 25 = 800
1 lion skin = 75
Total dropped: 2875
Previous Credit 38,742
38,742 + 2550 = 41,617
Minus what he purchases today (10,200) = A total credit of 31,417
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