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« on: July 08, 2019, 07:42:03 am »
Date: Novlar 27, 1471
I continue to improve my skill with my blades, traveling many places and fighting many creatures of varying types. I've taken up the crafting of jewelry as well, and searching for new gems to work with has lead me to many new places. I'm not making as much money selling my completed jewelry as I had thought I would, but I don't mind. The working of the fine details has helped me to hone my blade-work to greater precision.
I've taken to making maps as I travel, and marking out where different resources seem to be plentiful. I have mapped out almost all of northern Mistone in this way. There are some ruins in the Whitehorn Forest that I would like to explore some time, but I don't want to do so without trustworthy companions to back me up.
Speaking of trustworthy companions, I spoke with the Dwarf Bron in the craft-hall in Center the other day. He told me he and the other Dwarves are going to see if they can carve out a hearth-home in the Ire Mountains together. He also named me a battle-friend, so it seems I have earned the Dwarve's respect and trust.
The 'gifts' left by the mysterious Raven have become less frequent and I have not seen any in some time. Further, I have made no progress on learning who killed Kivi, though I have returned to Leringard several times. In the sewers there, I did find an illusory wall, and behind it a locked door. Likely this is the entrance to a thieves den. Maybe they would know who killed Kivi, if it wasn't they who did so. Perhaps I should make inquiries if only I knew who to inquire with. I will certainly continue honing my skill with my blades. I must be prepared beyond all doubt to face them when I discover who killed him.
Class(es): Rogue/Wizard (not sure of level-split ratio - want to see where RP takes him, but likely to be heavier on the Wizard side will take at least 5 levels of Rogue before level 20)
Subrace (if applicable): Goblin
Alignment: Neutral Evil
Deity (if devoted): Not yet devoted - will see where RP takes him
Domains (if cleric): N/A
Biography and Description:
Brimnak begins as a particularly shrewd Goblin, stealthy and able to decipher the meaning of many arcane symbols and scripts. While he cannot yet cast even a simple cantrip, his mind has a knack for memorizing the details of the verbal and somantic components. He has seen enough shamans work their peculiar magics to realize that some of what they do is truly arcane and some mixed with magic of nature or of deiffic origin, and some of it is just pure showmanship and trickery. He has left his tribe to wander the world, in search of riches and to unlock his potential for true arcane magic. He thinks one day he may return to his tribe to claim the tribal totem and become the Gu, the tribal leader.
Brimnaks tribal home is in the Brech Mountains and their closest enemies are of course the Ulgrid Dwarves, so he has learned to speak and read their language, though he himself does not particularly have a deep seated hatred for Dwarves. In fact, Brimnak despises his own race above any other, seeing how Goblins in the world have squandered their potential to become a master-race. He dreams of a time of change of Goblin temperament, with Goblins using their natural cunning to become the most advanced in technology, thaumaturgy, and culture, if only they could get past their chaotic tendency of infighting and backstabbing and actually organize. For now, he'll settle for unlocking unnatural longevity for himself if that might be achieved through magic without too high a price to his own being.
With a desire for personal longevity in mind, Brimnak is envious of Elves and their methusalan life-cycle. He is eager to study them to see if there is insight to be found to aid his own quest for longevity. He wonders what factors most into their long lives, be it diet, lifestyle, or their closeness with the Al'Noth.
Similarly, Brimnak is interested in Gnomes, or more accurately their technology and invention. He intends to make a study of them as well to see if there are applications of their sciences that could benefit himself.
He admires Humans for their ability to put their short lifespans to such good use, showing that they can learn quickly and adapt, as well as organize to build larger communities and even nations.
He is not as impressed with Halflings as he is with the other races. He views them as being lazy and too carefree, never accomplishing anything of great merrit aside from being good farmers and family oriented. He does occasionally wonder if Goblin society might benefit from being more family oriented to a degree though, so he does not discount Halflings entirely. Perhaps a closer study of their family and social dynamics will be beneficial, or at least interesting to pursue at some point, but it is not a priority of his at this time.
Date: Augra 23, 1471
The town of Center seemed fairly quiet when I first arrived there after leaving Leringard as instructed by the note with the Raven marking. I spent my first few days, maybe even weeks, being paranoid about who I could trust in this new place. I met an Elf named Melaa who seemed innocent enough, and even though we are only occasional traveling companions, I think we have become friends of a sort. Together we have traveled various places and faced dangers and perils I would not have believed myself capable of back in my past life, before Kivi's death. We have helped people by facing dangers they themselves could not, and it feels good to do so.
Each day, with or without Melaa by my side, I train with my sabers. I don't think Kivi would approve of my desire to avenge him, but it is something that drives me, and beyond that I find a sort of peace in the dance and flow of my blades as I wield them. I have named my newest set, a pair made of iron and enchanted with the magic of fire and lightning. One is Summer Gale, a blazing hot blade that roars like a hungry lion as she sweeps through air and foes alike. The other is Biting Zephyr, who crackles with the power of storms, her lightnings stretching out to bite foes even before the edge of her blade touches. Together we are one and three.
Traffic in Center has begun to pick-up as of late. Perhaps it was simply a quiet time of year when I first arrived, or perhaps it is just coincidence. Now, however, I often see others passing into and out of the town regularly, and the ox-pens are seeing more use as well. Often there are folks gathering and meeting at the campfire outside the Bull's Eye Tavern before heading out together or alone to have further adventures. And they are adventurers, most of these recent arrivals. Still, of those whom I've asked, no one recognizes the emblem of my mysterious benefactor, the Raven. Even here in Center, the Raven leaves Trues for me to find, but no one ever sees them. They leave no trace, no clues to follow. I still wonder if they are friend, or foe, and what motivations they might have for leaving me these bundles of True and directing me to Center in the first place. Is the Raven one person, or many? Will they ever reveal themselves further to me? Am I just a pawn in some larger plot of theirs?
With the upswing of adventurers in Center, and the Raven's hand in directing me here, I feel as though something momentous and possibly dire is coming, and I must continue training myself and my blades to be ready for when it does. So that is what I do. That, and brew good strong drinks. People seem to enjoy my drinks. Especially the Dwarves.
Lianna calls Nancy into her room to look at a drawing saying, "Hey Mom! Come look!" So, Nancy goes in and stares at the paper for a second or so and says, "So I've come in here to look at a green line?" To which Lianna responds, "Yeah, but there's gonna be more!"
Just under an hour to go in what's left of 2012 where I live, but I'm not staying up to ring in 2013. I need sleep. In any event, I do wish everyone a Happy New Year (whenever it may occur for each individual based on the timezone in which they live)!
*stares down Charlie with narrowed eyes*
"You more or less walked out of here years ago, losing any kinda authority or seniority you might've been able to imagine having over me, fella. And if you tell me to shut it, or try to give me orders again, you'll be losing more than you can afford. So you go ahead and quit drooling over the woman and go get Andrew yourself."
*turning to Brisbane and ignoring anything further from Charlie, Jetta addresses her with a polite, if somewhat strained smile.*
"Sorry about his lack of discipline Miss. Please, take a seat and be welcome to the Silverbuckle, I'm sure Charlie will have Mister Reid on his way to greet you personally in just a moment."
*Jetta grumbles from a shadowy perch nearby where she may have been overlooked, but from which she overlooked very little.*
"Charlie, we're tryin' to start a soup kitchen for folks who can't afford food, losing supply contracts left and right, and you're giving away free drinks that are paid for by my boss to every woman who walks in and catches your fancy? Gaaah! What kind of fool are you? At least find out who she is -before- you go to offering drinks on the house, and if she can afford to pay, let her."
« on: November 30, 2012, 11:24:48 am »
« on: November 08, 2012, 06:26:50 am »
Why wasn't I the first one to post your birthday wishes on the forums, you may ask. Simple. Because it was much easier and more efficient to simply turn and say it to your lovely face. But, since I love you, I'll post it here too.
Happy Birthday SweetumFigum!
//OOC - Any word on that change of time? I ask because pushing it back about 6 hours (to 6:00pm Central/7:00pm Eastern) would allow Elohanna to attend and she's been a part of the series since it started, more or less.
*After the awards and recognitions are over with, Jetta mutters to no one in particular.*
"Well, that's typical. The famous and favored get the credit for everything. But I know if it wasn't for my decoy portal idea Steel's extra-planar mission would likely have failed miserably."
*She wanders off to find a place to sit and brush out her hair and to contemplate where next she can put her skills to use for profit.*