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« on: October 19, 2006, 11:07:22 am »
Its Elemental my Dear Dotson: A Striking Matter
Sorry to do this but I have to postpone the beginning of my elemental series. The structure of my job is changing and so my employers feel the need to schedule, last minute, mandatory training exercises even for those of us that already have the training. Anyway, my sincerest apologies, I may have to put this off for as much as two weeks but I intend to use the same time slot for it.
May you live in interesting times,
Meira/Eorendil
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« on: June 20, 2006, 11:17:05 pm »
On the temple marker outside Aeridin's temple in North Point it has Rofirein listed as one of Aeridin's enemies rather than Neutrals... wasn't sure if this should have gone in the typo thread.
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« on: May 04, 2006, 06:56:11 am »
I totally missed this somewhere along the line but these are definately cool.. magic shields
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« on: April 14, 2006, 12:32:49 pm »
Its been some months since I arrived here in Hlint and I will try to do that time justice, even though I begin these journals far later than I should have. To start.. my life must have been far more sheltered than I suspected. While I knew of Blood and his generals it seems that calamity has a target and that target's name is Hlint. I've not seen such a humble place so wrought with trouble from demons to criminals, monstrous hordes to the holy and unholy. It has me quite perplexed but I suspect that much of it has to do with the dragon... Yes.. everyone here has been summoned by a dragon because they are special.. or a hero... In this place my skills are meager but they grow every day. I am overwhelmed with the scope and breadth of the peril our world is in.. unsure that my contribution may make a difference... I digress.. Much of the reason I believe Hlint to be a target is because of all these heroes being summoned or gathered in one location.. There are even... Pyrtechon followers in our midst.. I would have thought the dragon that summoned us might have been, in some fashion, connected to Rofirein but I can not see him ever bringing a follower of Pyrtechon... *lots of scratches on the paper* I have a few people of my faith here... Shae and Jenarra are also warriors blessed by Rofirein. Meth is the only one of the Clergy I have seen besides those within the temple in Valensk. I'm feeling a bit disconnected from the church here. Many times I do not see others of the faith for days or weeks on end unless I venture to Valensk. That is most troubling. But, I continue to carry out my duty, protecting and defending those that have need of me. I carry, always, my great hammer with its dedication to Rofirein inscribed on both heads. Though.. I see the looks of my fellows. It is almost doctrine that those carrying out his work use swords.. often referred to as the claw, of Rofirein. Sometimes I wonder; what purpose I am to serve? The vision I had that led me to using my hammer and Rofirein's blessing me with the abilities of his holy order of warriors is curious. My faith is unwavering. Still... I am moved to research and pray for answers.. Were there any others in his service so blessed that held such a devotion that set them apart from his other followers? I do not know. I hope that, in time, Rofirein will grant me the wisdom to answer this question for myself so that I may serve him even better. It was a welcome surprise to see the clergy's stunned looks when I returned with my vision and demonstrated the abilities of a freshly anointed paladin. I will never forget that day. The honor filled me with such courage and sureness I thought I would burst. I have seen a great many people.. a man with wings.. the legendary Ozymandius... It is truly overwhelming. I even had a bit of a verbal tussle with him though it did not amount to much more than a slap. As I walked through Hlint I overheard him saying something to the effect that the dragons and their gods had once ruled over Layonara like Tyrants and that if Blood left we might see their return and the return of slavery to the races.. I mistook this as a statement that he believed Rofirein's followers were duped somehow but he asked me what I believed and I told him that I believed in Order, in Protecting the Innocent, the truth of my word and Justice... He merely smiled and said that I was no dupe. A great number of things happened that day and much of the rest escapes me. Dalia was there... Oh, now there is a shining example of a Toranite. Her compassion and wisdom shine through where others seem to pale. I have met several Toranites from this land and few are better than automatons that wander about thrashing anything alien and spouting the word of Toran from a dead tongue. Dalia is different. She has experienced a great deal of pain in her life and she has learned from it. I hope that she continues to honor me with her presence in the future just as Miss Lee has.. AnnaLee... Never have I come to know a more vibrant, caring and trustworthy creature. She wears her heart on her sleeve. A fact that, I'm afraid, may cause her hurt in these parts. Many of those that wander this path just aren't worthy of the devotion and warmth that I'm sure she is capable of. It was not long ago that she told me she was leaving for the Forrest of Myst.. the grief on her face was apparent. Fortunately, she has returned but I haven't the chance to speak with her on any topic. I swear, by Rofirein's CLAW! Should anyone cause this wonderful creature harm I will not allow them to forget their transgressions. On the topic of Transgressions I had the opportunity to assist in the apprehension of a wicked man a few months ago. A crude devil he was.. Rollie, a very pleasant and benevolent fellow attempted to speak with him... but so far past redemption was this monster that he openly laughed when he admitted the atrocities that he had visited on people. I'm not sure who took the first strike but he fell and was dead quite fast. Proof of his death was returned to the Mistone Ministry of Justice.. It was on that trip I met Honora, a half orc lady with a very impressive code of honor.. A few weeks ago I aided in the defense of Hlint against a horde of creatures: Ogres, kobolds, gnolls and more. My new hammer, fashioned by the Raven Trading Company and engraved with Rofirein's symbol helped hold the line that day. It was an amazing battle. The markings of Rofirein were left, embedded into many of the creatures.. a sign to all of the justice that awaits such wickedness. I would rather leave that sign on the tactician's forehead. though. How anyone can tolerate a philandering general is beyond me. The man we had to seek out and return to Spellguard in order to confront the hordes was in Valensk... SHOPPING.. I've since come to know that that word means that he was looking for women to seduce and pull into his bed. The man has no honor as he even seduced the wife of Salles.. the barkeep in the Inn in Port Hampshire. I swore to Salles and this.. Lolpan *ugly face drawn here* that he was lucky we needed him so... Of course, Salles' wife is equally responsible but this man obviously had no interest in whether the women he chased were oathed to another or not. His crime is doubly wicked. A flagrant disregard for the oaths of marriage... repeatedly. I'm curious just how many he has done this to... perhaps I should pursue it... It was right after that that a Demon.. some Kea.. showed up in town. I hear tale she is Ozymandius' fiancée.. Who knows? It wouldn't surprise me. The reaction of some of the other so-called heroes disgusts me. A demon.. guardian of a plane.. shows up in town and they try and challenge her? In response she released a Bator in town and they're all very lucky no innocents got hurt. Reckless.. just reckless, which brings me to another problem... back to Toranites. Maev and a fellow Toranite claimed that the demon's showing must be fate and that they were sworn destroy it.. Foolish. They said it was fate. I'll tell you a thing or two about fate. Even I believe in fate.. but they speak of it as if the tides of fate determine the every move of a fly.. not to mention Toran's divine blessings and how he would not put them in a place to fight evil if they were not supposed to... Blind fools. They lack judgment. Even I know that Rofirein has blessed me with my abilities because he calls me to a higher purpose but were I to act foolishly he would not intervene on my behalf. It is not a god's way. Foolishness carves its own price.. Good judgment and wisdom in pursuing the will of the one you follow will always win out over thoughtless actions in their name. It burns my blood simply thinking of it but they are entitled to their opinion, as I am mine. I have faith that Rofirein will let me know if he feels I am wrong.
I’ve been thinking.. there is a treatise on the Claw of Rofirein…. Perhaps with meditation I could reflect and draw inspiration for the Tail as well.. for more and more lately that is how I view my weapon, blunt and brutal sometimes but swift and great. I shall ponder on it more later.. Again I digress.. it seems that many of Blood's generals are worn down.. but there is something else dark and sinister creeping about these days and I've heard references to a Halfling and his horses but all of those whom I have approached seem unable or unwilling to share information and I know that Miss Lee and Lady Ireth are somehow involved... By the CLAW! I'm disturbed. I don't know what's worse.. not knowing or a bunch of elite snobs that feel this is theirs to burden alone. I swore to help protect this place and its people and I'm going to do just that, even if I have to knock this hammer aside a few heads! What’s more I refuse to allow these two outstanding individuals come to no good end... My rounds in keeping the accursed crypts free of roaming undead shall just have to wait....
- Caighd Brendimeere
May his wings shelter and keep you, his eye watch over you, his claw strike down the wicked and his tail protect you from harm.
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« on: March 17, 2006, 11:49:58 am »
Light dances and flickers, caressing Meira's soft features and the room beyond. Earthen tones dominate this small, simple living space and the aromas from the Wild Surge Inn’s kitchen sneak past the locked door.
It is late and the covers on the bed are turned down. Meira sits at the petite corner desk staring at a blank sheet of paper, a look of anguish spread over her face. In one hand she holds a quill, poised and ready. Her other hand rests with her palm partially on the desk’s edge as she thoughtlessly claws at its side. A small quantity of wood shavings gathers on the floor below.
With a sigh of resignation she brushes her hair behind her right ear and begins to write.
[INDENT]Dear Father,
You can not imagine how much I miss you, how desperately I crave to hear your voice calling my name. I pray that you are with Aragen but I yearn to have you here with me.
[/INDENT] *lips quiver as her eyes fill with tears*
[INDENT] All of my books are gone and they have Orcs here father, freely wandering the streets. I can’t look upon them without living it all over again; without seeing mother fall to the floor in an ocean of blood.
[/INDENT] Several tears fall onto the paper, staining it and smudging the word blood. A mixture of grief and rage gather in the pit of her stomach. The familiar tingling sensation spreads across her skin and her hair begins rise. She promptly drops the Quill and closes her eyes.
Inhaling through her nose she silently traces the mantras, taught to her by her father, as she allows the breath to slowly escape from between her lips. That was close. She repeats these actions for several minutes until she feels the relaxed. Then, with a tranquil demeanor, she gathers the quill and returns to writing.
[INDENT] I guess all is not as bad as it seems, though. The people here have proven to be much more accepting. In a thousand years you would not guess the name of the first person I met. Ozymandius! A legend, I can only guess at his age though he looks just like my books described him. Well, maybe he’s not as tall as they said and I didn’t actually observe lightning shooting from his eyes. I think that was a gross exaggeration but his blood is mingled with fiendish ancestry; just like mine. Well, I don’t think he had the benefit of your wisdom growing up. He can be a bit intimidating. His behavior is strange but he demonstrated great kindness in mending my wounds after I ran from the sewers trying to collect a rat pelt for a local crafter. I was famished and needed to earn some coin.
I can not begin to describe how exciting it was. He entertained me from dusk to dawn with his telling of how they stormed the temple of Corath, fought his avatar Arkanor on the Negative plane itself and still triumphed in the end. The traps laid for them were many. I feigned ignorance for I did not wish to dissuade his telling of the tale. I know, doing so is no better than a lie but I could not help myself. I could have listened to his tales till I fell from exhaustion. They were a great deal more vivid than my books. In the end he had to depart but affirmed that he would tell me more.
After Ozymandius left.. I still can’t believe it! My mind spins in reflection of who else I might meet!
Well, after he departed I cautiously returned to the sewers to test a theory. The rats there are crazed and overly aggressive. I waited and kept out of sight till there was just one and then focused all of my thoughts on the rat and the day mother died. My anger seems to fuel it. I reached out with my hand and a short stream of crackling energy leapt from my fingers and cooked it right there… I know, it’s reckless and dangerous but the meditations and breathing seem to be keeping it in check.
[/INDENT] Several days later, holed up in the same room Meira stares at the paper again. This time she half smiles and bites her lip. She wears a long, dark blue cotton sleeping gown and finishes braiding her hair before retrieving her quill.
[INDENT] Well, I’ve met a great many people here in Hlint.. I wish I could name them all. I’m so terrible when it come to names… Everything happened so fast. First we adventured down into the sewers to retrieve a book for the lady that keeps record of the coin and fought a man-rat thing. That wasn’t nearly as scary as standing in the middle of town with everyone chatting and asking who I was… They were all very nice, mind you, but I just have such difficulty negotiating large groups. Were it not for Sabrissia I may have fled, like the time we went to market at midday. I couldn’t breathe but she kept reassuring me and let me stay close to her.
Sabrissia is a wizard of some accomplishment. She’s truly beautiful and very powerful. When we traveled the crypts of Hlint to assist Egar, the keeper of the graveyard, she commanded a conjured mastiff the size of which I have never seen before. I would certainly not wish to be the one to provoke her ire. Oh, and Renji came along too. He’s very skilled with his weapons and he’s always trying to sneak around. Though, from the way that Sabrissia teases him I think he follows a lot of ladies down into crypts and dungeons.
Sabrissia introduced me to so many people. I can’t begin to describe them all. And, I don’t feel quite so out-of-place anymore.. It’s very overwhelming to be so excited and yet sad at the same time.
[/INDENT] [INDENT] I still miss you very much… and I want to make you proud. I know how much you wished I could someday join the Bearers of Knowledge too. I saw it in your eyes.
[/INDENT] *tears stream down her face*
[INDENT] I love you. I hope, somehow, that you can read these writings father…
[/INDENT] With that Meira wipes her face on her cotton gown, places the paper carefully among the pages of an untitled tome, wraps that in soft leather and ties it with a bit of cord. Taking hold of a pillow she walks over, eyes still glistening with tears, and gently blows out the candle.
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