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« on: July 07, 2009, 12:48:20 pm »
Have a great Birthday, and an even better year!
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« on: June 30, 2009, 03:13:25 pm »
Happy Birthday!
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« on: June 22, 2009, 10:54:51 pm »
you can also have a dynamic "skin" for a half ogre so that it will change with armor, etc. It does however make the ogre look like a half giant.
(Or at least the skin was applied to my half-ogre many moons ago)
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« on: June 17, 2009, 03:13:44 pm »
**Jake pulls his journal off of the bookshelf and then flops down in his chair. The melodic sound of Ava singing a lullabye can be heard softly throughout the room. With a smile, Jake opens his journal and begins writing**
My goodness. Ava and I have been quite busy and I have neglected you, poor thing.
Ava's pregnency seemed to fly by. She patoled very little, mostly she attended to small duties in the temple and cut and polished gemstones as well. In this manner she continued serving Toran and was able to keep herself and her baby safe at the same time...
Praise Toran, he has given us a beautiful son. Alec Nathaniel Stormhaven. Ava wanted to name him Alec in honor of her brother, who died while serving Toran. I thought it a fitting tribute and agreed. Our son is such a blessing!
It was not too long ago when I returned home from gathering the skeleton bones necessary for creating healing draughts. I heard a dreadful scream coming from our bedroom. I rushed in to find Ava in the midst of giving birth to our son. Daniella was there as well, rushing around to help as she could. The sight of Ava caused most of the training I received to fly out of my head, but with Toran's blessing Alec was born with no undue incidence.
After he was born I showed him to Ava and they visited for a bit before she drifted off to sleep. Then I offered to let Daniella hold him. I have seen Daniella face down giants 5 times our size, an untold manner of undead and even a powerfull Lich. None of them caused her to flinch and look as frightened as that new born babe did. I honestly believe she was afraid she would accidetnly break him or something. I did not want to be one of those pushy parents that makes you hold their kid, so I let the matter go, and snuggled Alec up against his mother so he could sleep better.
Then I went in the other room so Daniella and I would not disturb Ava and Alec. Chaynce showed up then and we gave him the good news. I am afraid I must have been more tired than I thought, because I blinked and the next moment Chaynce was holding Alec and Ava was going to lie down again.
Chaynce looked very comfortable with Alec, and continued joking with Daniella about Alec being a good start to his followers. *Jake shakes his head as he writes* Chaynce is odd, but once you realize he is only joking, it is not so bad. I think when he jokes that way it is his way of acknowledging Toran.
When it came time for Chaynce and Daniella to retire Daniella imparted Toran's blessing to Alec. It was very touching. Then Chaynce told me what a fine baby Alec was and he congratulated me on fatherhood. He said it in a completely understandable manner of speaking. Just when I was feeling touched he placed "Chaynce's Blessing" on Alec. It was a mages spell to ward off evil. I was too touched by his previous action to be annoyed, and the next thing I knew Dani was pushing him up the stairs to their apartments.
I have been spending time with Ava and Alec, but soon it will be time to begin my duties again. I know Ava is looking forward to being able to get back to patrolling as well. I know we can remain devoted to Toran and raise Alec as well.
Toran, Thank you for your blessings and your guidance.
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« on: June 16, 2009, 11:09:43 am »
Happy Birthday! Have a great one. 
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« on: June 15, 2009, 04:00:31 pm »
Azaionna glides through her forms, a satisfied smile on her face. She finishes her final stance, and in one fluid movement picks up her bow and begins firing at a target some distance away. She has been practicing this way for a couple of weeks now and her aim is improving. Azaionna thinks back to the incident that she thinks triggered her need to be away by herself and think things out.
It was right after Feh told her she should see her father, that she did not have to be an orphan if she did not want to be. Azaionna thinks maybe this is why she had the issues all mixed up before.
A group gathered just as they finished their conversation, and the group ended up retrieving the oil that the horse herder had lost.
The group was large and worked well together. Azaionna was able to focus completely on healing those that were involved in the fray, sprinting about with potions, applying healing kits when the pace was more reserved.
However, on the way back out of the mountains, she strayed slightly to the back of the group. The main battles were taking place on the tops of ridges and far away on the lookout towers. Azaionna found herself limited by the terrain and unable to reach them with healing supplies. Finally, with shaking hands, she unslung her bow, aiming it up towards where the fights ensued. When it came to it, she never pulled the string back, never released the arrows to puncture the flesh of ogre and giant. Azaionna had spent a lot of time since then coming to the realization of why not. At first she had assumed that it was simply because she dreaded taking life, any life. That was true at least partialy. She had come to realize, or perhaps just admit, something. She did not think she drew the line of "last recourse" at the same place that Aeridin did. Since leaving the temple, Azaionna had seen firsthand that evil was more active more malovent than she had believed back at home. She felt that she could not take the pacifistic stand she felt Aeridin desired. Azaionna admitted finally to herself that the reason she had not let go of her bow string was not because she did not want to harm the ogres, but rather because she did not want to hit one of her allies by mistake.
With a slight shake of her head Azaionna retrieves her spent arrows, returning them to her quiver. Then she sets her bow down and goes to bathe in a nearby stream. As the sweat and worry washes off a slight smile returns to her face. She climbs out of the stream, and reaching past her white robes she pulls out a comfortable green dress.
Azaionna slips easily into meditation and once she is refreshed she begins slowly making her way back home.
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« on: June 11, 2009, 03:45:40 pm »
Azaionna moves quickly and quietly flowing from one stance to the next. Her mind is focused on the precise movements required, the tensing of one muscle, the relaxing of another. Her technique is flawless and her movements are fluid. She steps among the fallen leaves and branches as she moves, and yet she makes not a sound. Azaionna stops when she mis-steps and the snapping of a twig can be heard. She pauses and listens, but this part of the forest has become used to her and no untoward sounds are heard.
Azaionna sighs, as soon as her body stops her mind begins moving again. She may have had the doubts before, but they never really surfaced until Fehriel made her that first bow and gave it to her. He had no idea that it was alot like the first bow she had ever owned, when she was very little. He also had no idea how much it reminded her of her Father, and all that she had given up to become one of the Sisterhood. In all fairness he could not know. She had not told him, for that part of her life was closed off forever, or at least she had thought it was.
Azaionna had not realized how deeply she had buried that part of her life, until she was holding that bow in her hand. Old thoughts had returned then, memories of the pride she felt at being able to pull the bow back at first. As time progressed she had even become a fair shot, again earning praise from her father. She thanked Fehriel for the bow and then left it at the house, intending to never use it.
Fehriel also talked her into going to Dregar with him, to check on the threat imposed by the giants on the villages in the forest as well as the town known as Vale. Reluctantly she agreed to go, having been convinced that her healing skills would be needed for Fehriel and those that went with him. The group that went turned out to be quite small and once or twice Feh was beset by groups of giants. Without thinking Azaionna jumped to save him. She kicked the giants in the tender areas of the legs and otherwise used their own weight against them to knock them down, then she found herself applying blows to vital areas, eyes, throat, any target that presented itself, to give Fehriel time to back out of the danger. She had caused death that day as well.
Later, she tried to explain to Fehriel her mixed emotions... She told him that she was upset because of what they had done, what she had been apart of. Feh almost understood. He told her to think of all the innocents their actions had saved. She had replied, "Yes, I know. My father would be proud." What she had not been able to say, what had caused her distress, was that despite the death she had caused, Azaionna herself agreed with Feh, they had been of service to those the giants would have preyed upon. Was that the way a follower of Aeridin should feel?
Azaionna wipes away a tear at the memory and once again throws herself into practicng her forms, anxious for the absence of thought the movements will bring her.
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« on: June 09, 2009, 03:58:18 pm »
Azaionna sits staring across her fire. Her mind is far away remembering another campfire.
The one she has named Wolf sits across the fire from her. He seems interested in hearing about Aeridin. She is wary because he also claims to have somehow been involved with Corathites. She cannot tell if he is serious, or just using a technique he believes will get her attention.
They discuss Aeridin for a long time, Wolf seems a exasperated or bitter about the pacifistic stance that pervades Aeridin's faithful.
She remembers one thing he said in particular, "If Aeridin had been a little more agressive, perhaps half-breeds would still be born, and Life would not have been diminished as it has been."
"Well," she thinks, "those may not have been the exact words, but that was his meaning.." "I wonder if my current state of unease can be traced back to that conversation?" Azaionna muses. Finally she shakes her head. "I think I know when my doubts first surfaced."
Azaionna sighs, thinking back to that awful night so soon after she came to Mistone. The battle had seemed to go on for ages. In the end, she was the only one of her Sisters left standing. That was more to do with luck,and the sacrafice of her mentor than anything else. The only one of the bandits that died had died by her hands. Well, by her staff. Azaionna often wondered how different the battle would have turned out if those she traveled with had not been as concerned with saving the lives of those that fought against as they had been with their own lives. The bandits operated under no such compunction and had slain the Sisters out of hand, all part of a days work.
Azaionna had been mortified that she had landed a killing blow. She did what she could to make payment for her crime against Aeridin, if such a thing could be paid for..
And Azaionna thought as she stared past the fire that she did not see, "Perhaps that is when the doubts began as well. Maybe that is when I first began doubting if I was strong enough, good enough to truly and faithfully follow Aeridin as well as He deserves."
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« on: June 09, 2009, 08:33:08 am »
Happy Birthday! I hope you have a great one.
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« on: June 07, 2009, 10:12:15 am »
Azaionna breathes in the scent of he forest, listens to its sounds: the wind in the trees, the chittering of the small creatures, the cries of the birds, the sounds made as predator pursues prey. The ending of some lives that others may continue. She shifts position slightly, acutely feeling the weight of the bow across her back. Azaionna smiles slightly as a memory surfaces and she allows herself to be caught in it.
It is her first hunt. The bow is not slung across her back, she holds it firmly in her hand. The bow is a part of her. It was crafted by her father, a master bowyer, so that the curve of the handle precisely matched the curve of her hand. Its limbs were perfectly balanced so that it could be held steady with almost no effort. The bow had been designed especially for her, and on this day she is one with it. She is proud that she has been allowed to join the hunt.
She and her father are both headstrong and they clash often. They love each other, but they both speak thier minds before considering the consequences and it has caused hurt feelings on both sides. Azaionna is grateful that on this occasion they are getting along well. They are sharing the responsibility of both bringing food back for the village, and thinning the herd and she feels her father's pride in her.
Azaionna shakes her head and frowns. "That red-eyed...." She sighs.
"He just does not understand. I orhpaned myself. I made that choice. I tore out my father's heart. He will not accept me back, he made that clear."
Azaionna glances down at the bow that Fehriel made for her."Am I having doubts now, because I am missing my father, and the rest of my village? In the deep parts of my mind, am I seeking his approval?"
She laughs. "As if Father would approve of my recent choice. He would not be able to decide what was worse.... That Feh is not an Elf or that he is tainted by infernal blood."
Azaionna's face becomes grim. "No, I must admit to myself that these doubts I am having were not caused by Feh, nor by some seceret desire for my father's approval. I must seek further within, and be true to what I find to understand myself."
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« on: June 05, 2009, 08:36:24 am »
I just wanted to say Thanks to Row as well. Especially for the great Vows.  It was nicely done, especially as was mentioned, for the spur of the moment.
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« on: June 01, 2009, 03:33:27 pm »
*Jacob sits at the table, a look of shock and happiness still on his face. He hauls out his journal and begins writing, humming all the while*
Praise Toran for his myriad of blessings!
Ava and I were able to co-ordinate our activities and meet here in Kelin's Inn. Though she seemed a bit nervous at first, Ava finally told me her wonderful news. We are about to be parents! Toran continues to bless me beyond my expectations. I am still, I dunno, In shock I guess. I just told Daniella the other day that although Ava and I had no specific plans for children, I was sure they were far in the future for us.
*Jacob chuckles, but then a slightly worried look crosses his face*
Oh my. Daniella will not be pleased with me. She has made a point several times to tell me how much pregnancy would impede Ava in her duties to the Church. I will do what I can to help Ava in any way possible, including helping her with her duties in that regard.
Daniella also said she was worried that a Stormhaven child could be in danger from the many enemies of Toran. *Jake frowns* I will trust in Toran, and do all in my power to ensure that my child remains safe. I will pray and seek Toran's guidance.
I am prepared for Sam to be uspet as well. However, Ava and I will both prove to him that you can dedicated to your family and Toran at the same time. Who knows, maybe the babe will soften him up a bit. *grins*
Well, duty calls. Praise Toran, may His Light guide my Way.
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« on: May 27, 2009, 03:33:41 pm »
**Jacob sits on his bed in his old room at his parent's house. His legs are curled under him, his journal spread across his lap**
Well Journal, we finally made time to take the portal to Huangjin to meet each other's parents. For our parents' sakes, we are staying in our old homes this evening. **Grins slightly as he writes.** Mom and Ava hit it off, as I knew they would. They spent much of the time talking about the wedding and Mum said it would be nice having another woman around once in awhile. Dad seemed to approve as well, how could he not? She is a fellow paladin after all. I wish Daniella and Sam could have been here, but the way things are on Mistone it would have been very difficult to get us all in the same place at the same time.
Ava seemed rather nervous tonight, but I can understand why. I felt the same way meeting her parents earlier. They seem very nice, and I think I made a good impression. It is funny that Ava and I grew up not too far apart and had to go to another land to meet. **chuckles* Sometimes Toran leads us down unexpected paths. I think her brothers approved as well. I hope I did not talk too much. I was just excited to be meeting those I will soon be calling family.
First Light will come early and then I am headed to the Stauss home for breakfast, after which Ava and I should head back home to Stormhaven Manor. I have enjoyed this trip and my new almost family.
Thank You again Toran for your many blessings.
**Jake closes the journal blows out his candle and sleeps soundly*
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« on: May 26, 2009, 03:22:32 pm »
*Jacob sits in his now-favorite spot, his legs dangling over the cliff, listening to the waves crash far below. He stares over the water his usually sparkling eyes dimmed by a look of worry. Finally he heaves his journal onto his lap and begins writing*
Well, it is a good thing Toran walks always with us, for sometimes he leads us down dark paths. Ava confessed to me she has kissed Raz. She swears it was only the one time, and that such a thing will never happen again..
She was so distraught over it, my heart was softened and I could not have been angry if I tried.
Raz collects kisses like some small child collecting flowers, enjoying each for its fleeting beauty. (or so it seems to me, from what I have seen) I believe he meant no harm or impropriety. Elves are just different, thats all. Ava felt so guilty though... Why does it seem those called to Paladinhood are hardest on themselves? Samuel and Daniella are the same way... At least I think I finally convinced her that she was forgiven. I told her that she would feel better after seeking Toran's forgiveness as well.
We need to be married soon, I suppose a trip to Huangjin is in order.
Thank you Toran for all you have blessed me with, and for the wisdom you have provided.
*Jacob stands and stretches seeming somewhat relieved. He packs away his journal and whistles as he walks down the path to Stormhaven Manor*
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« on: May 19, 2009, 10:19:53 pm »
Happy Birthday! I hope it was great!
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« on: May 17, 2009, 10:14:04 am »
Do what you need to do.
Layo will be here when you get things sorted out.
In the meantime, take care of yourself.
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« on: May 15, 2009, 03:43:37 pm »
*Jake sits at the edge of the cliff his legs dangling off the side, he smiles and pulls out his journal*
Toran be Praised. The Great Leader is certainly leading me along the path of happiness. My skills continue to improve, and I am better able to help my companions as well as those that I minister to in the small villages and hamlets off the beaten path. The healing draughts that I create are becoming more powerful, and the less powerful ones are extremely easy to create. I was also recently able to turn the walknig bandages in Storan's.
I feel the touch of Toran in all aspects of my life. Daniella was recently able to procure a house, which she invited me to invest in it with her. We are joined by Chaynce, Samuel, the Rofie Ben and best of all, my beloved Ava.
Samuel is his usual cheerful self and tends to glare at Ava and myself, when he thinks we are drifting from our duties by being with each other. So needless to say Ava and I will not be sharing a room until after we are married.
Thats right, you heard it here! I asked Ava to marry me and she said yes! I am so thankful to Toran for his blessings. Ava has contacted the citadel and we are waiting on word to hear when we may begin planning our ceremony.
Now I need to take her to meet Mum and Dad. I know she and Mum will hit it off from the start. I cannot wait to begin sharing my life more fully with her.
All things come in the time Toran deems best.
May His Light continue to shine upon us.
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« on: May 14, 2009, 03:30:04 pm »
*Jacob sits on a bench gazing unseeing into the water in front of him, breathing in the salt air. His eyes still have a far away look as he digs through his pack and pulls out his journal.*
So many things have happened that it seems I have little time to chronicle my experiences as often as intended.
It seems the dragon cult prefers stealth to outright invasion, while this is good for the population as a whole,(at least in the short term) I am worried about what it is they are looking for. I have heard rumours that they are looking for a powerful item, or the details to a powerful ritual or something like that. It seems that a group found some of the cult in Storan's crypt sneaking about. Under interrogaiton he admitted to looking for a blood pool there. So, a group went out to see if they could find it for themselves. To make a long rumor short, it seems that if they help Storan end his unliving curse he will help them get to this blood pool. I have not heard if the group has made any further progress, however...
Speaking of the undead.. I have found a new foe that I despise more than I thought possible. It's name is Te'Thalus. It is an ages old Lich that the temple in Llast thought it had destroyed. Unfortunately they were wrong. The foul thing has returned with some sort of skeletal dragon as a pet. *shivers as he writes* As if that isn't enough he also called up some disgusting monstrosity that I overheard called a bone golem..
I was cleansing the crypts in Krandor when I freed a man that said he had been lured there by Te'thalus. A few days later I returned to the crypts and happened to meet a group heading down into the crypts to investigate.
To make another long story short.. Te'Thalus has taken over Krandor crypts. He easily forced us from the crypts, causing me to Fall in the process. (though I find it somewhat frightening to say that Storold seemed to prefer talking to him rather than attacking him.) A short time after that Daniella, Ava and I heard cries for help while investigating on our own. We made it down to Te'thalus' lair, but not in time to save the poor girl. Te'Thalus seemed to enjoy taunting us before using his blasted portal to leave. Of course as he left he commanded his flthy gollum to attack.
Once again I was forced to flee with my companions...
I am not about to join the Shining Hand or anything, but I AM throwing a party when we finally destroy that particular piece of undead filth.
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« on: May 14, 2009, 12:41:44 pm »
That is terrible. I hope the police have some luck in finding your things.
I am glad you weren't hurt at least.
Take care, we will be looking forward to your return.
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« on: May 11, 2009, 02:51:08 pm »
*Azaionna sees the note and smiles brightly. Those around her can hear her repeating the address over to herself and talking to herself about a gown for the masquerade ball*
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