Tales By The Fire

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  Words Left Unsaid (Noah's Journal)
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  _My life has changed in many ways since the last entry in this journal. Almost immediately after Alana and I began to spend time together, she disappeared. I see her sometimes in my dreams… she's telling me that she cares, but the way she says it is also telling me that she's never coming back. I hope the best for her, and I pray that her goddess treats her well. I've made many friends, some that are just as new to these lands as I was once. Some see me as a strong fighter, some see me as a good person... a few even see me as a Knight of sorts, even going so far as to call me one directly. Soleil is a young devout of Nobanion, and she seems to be very happy with Narfell. We've never talked about what brought her here, but whatever it was, I think she's glad it happened. She has a good amount of skill with divine healing, and she always dresses in whites, browns, and golds. She spends a lot of time with the healer, Garviel, who is a bit mysterious as he is always hidden beneath his hood. She seems quite fond of me as a friend, and though she has recently seemed a bit distant, I think she sees me as a good friend. Araendel has grown to be a good friend to me as well. An elven cleric of Corellon, he reminds me quite a bit of Soleil, in his armor of gold and white. Come to think of it, they seem to spend a lot of time together as well. Arae has gained my trust in battle multiple times, as when I am up in the thick of the fighting, my greatsword swinging heavily into my enemies, I've noticed many hang behind, healing from the shadows, or sending arrows as they see fit. Arae seems to always be either right behind me, or right next to me, keeping me off the ground and keeping my natural abilities enchanted to their fullest, so as to make me the best fighter I can be. He calls me "Brother", and as I am told, this is no small thing for an elf to refer to a human as such. I see him as a brother in battle as well, and I would trust him with my life. Caling isn't new around here, but she's new to me. She spends a good amount of time with Thorn and Crux, as they all serve in the Norwick Militia together. She reports directly to Thorn, as he is the scout commander, I believe. She is... well, it's hard to find the correct word... but I would have to say... fun? She always seems to be ready to joke around, and though some of her pranks may end negatively towards me... (Such as pulling my pants down in front of the girls of Norwick), I can't stay upset because I believe she honestly means nothing by it. Thorn seems to think she has some type of feelings for me, but I don't see it, as she tends to treat most guys the same way. She is a good friend, though. Apollo and Garviel. I mention them both at the same time, because many (if not most of the time) I see them together. One a cleric of Oghma, the other a cleric of... (Honestly I'm not sure... I seem to have forgotten.) They both have a lot of heart and sense about themselves. They take precautions during battle that will ensure them long and fruitful lives, and I'm glad about this. Miss Charlotte. A noble from Waterdeep with a bit of a dark past. She is beautiful, and very proper, but these two traits are not enough to make it in a barbarian town such as Norwick. She has had a bit of trouble adjusting, but with my help, she is getting much better. She took a shopping trip with Crux and Caling the other day, and seemed to enjoy herself quite a bit. She is a good friend as well, and she has told me that she feels safe with me. Knowing this makes me feel as though I should always keep an eye out for her... just as I would any that looks to me for protection. She doesn't seem to get along with with Soleil, but I'm sure they will come around. Crux. I know her mainly as Thorn's... lady of interest? I believe she is his girlfriend now, and I'm glad. Thorn seems to like her quite a bit, and her abilities with an axe and a suit of armor may help keep the squishy elf out of trouble. Come to think of it... all the time I've spent around Crux, and I still don't know much about her. Eli. Thorn's little sister, she is very much a free spirit. Though, she seems to have her troubles as well. She invited Thorn and I to the Bardic College with Caling and Val for pancakes, and we had a good time at the party. Eli can talk a lot, and can be bossy when she wants to, but she's a good girl. Master Z. The leader of the crafter's Union, He seems to have one of the most caring souls I've ever seen. A priestess of the Earthmother, just as my clan revered... He is skilled in all areas of crafting, and I look forward to learning more about him. Thorn. Easily my best friend in these lands, I'm growing a bit worried about him. Stress is starting to get to him, and if it weren't for his time spent with Crux, I think he'd collapse of exhaustion. He needs to learn when to just let his friends handle something... though, I understand why he always feels he must handle the situation on his own. I'll have to talk to him soon. And finally.... Sessa. She's back. I practically swallowed my tongue when I walked up from the Southern Gates, and saw her standing there... just as beautiful as she had ever been with her blue eyes smiling at me through her raven black hair. I never knew how much I missed having her around until she showed back up into my life all of a sudden. After giving her a hug, and making her promise not to disappear again, we caught up. She almost fell asleep, her head on my shoulder... the scent of her hair filling my nose with apples. It was almost as like she had never left. We walked together, held hands... and we kissed. She still reminds me of all the good I miss back home, and none of the bad. I have much more to write about, but exhaustion is threatening to claim me. I've a mind to put out this fire and crawl into my tent for a good rest, and hopefully good dreams. However, I know how forgetful I am, so I'm going to start jotting down things that I want to write about, so I know what to write about when I open my journal next: Cormyr 3 day gate attack The Crafter's Union The human hide we found_
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  Of spell and Sword: Alana's tale
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  Mystra I still hear fathers voice in my head now louder then ever. I thought that perhaps now I had found another who shared how I feel, knew the fears of crowds and voices that I could find strength in him and maybe yet I will. I have decided to go forth to the crypts alone and face my ghosts come what may, if I should return Noah and I can know happiness I hope if not… Dear Lady I do regret, though I know it would have been a sin, I wish I had kissed his lips just once to know what waits me on my return. I reliquish my fate into your hands my goddess accepting whatever fate it is I deserve, though I would beg of you to carry my love one last time in a dream to dear sweet Noah should I not return. Yours faithfully Alana
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  Chronicles of Emma the giant slayer.
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  The snow soaked the blood up like a sponge around Lily’s head. Emma’s eyes ran down the shaft of the club until they met the back hemisphere of Lily’s shattered skull. The kill would have been savored further had it not been for the loud crumpled steps of another. FRUMP… FRUMP… “Who’s THERE!” A lone giant peered out from behind a hut at the base of the hill where Emma and Lily’s lifeless body were. “Murl… Murl Grumeater… why?” “Wanted ta make sure I knew the person I was ‘bout ta kill is all…” Just then the giants eyes grew large and wide. He was only able to step backwards once before Emma was on a full sprint down the hillside with bloodlust in her eyes and death on her breath. ”No…no….” “…YES… RAHHHHHHHHGHHHHH.” Leaping airborne Emma sent her body towards the hulking mass known as Murl. She visualized the exact location to rest her club squarely against. Unfortunately for Murl, that was right between his eyes. ThuNK Murl’s eyes followed the clubs motion as it’s runes glew brighter and brighter. The sturdy club sunk deep into the bridge of the beast’s nose snapping the cartilage and driving it into the giant’s brain. Emma’s body continued forcefully into the creature’s chest and carried them to the ground with a jarring thud that shook snow to the air around them. Emma pushed herself to her feet as she slowly looked around. There was nothing left of her friends, her family, or her kin. It wouldn’t be long before the nearby giants came looking for their lone scout whom went missing. Gathering her things she began the tiring trek through the cold tundra…
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  Requiem, the Journal of Syclya Latonein
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  Fourth Entry A blot of ink marks a corner of the page where a quill had been kept in place for too long, not far from it a smudge mark possibly from a prolonged tapping of the finger in one place. _Torm forgive me for not being the greatest chronicler, too long have my words lingered from this….accounting of my life. It has been too long and there is much I have to make up for. Since my last entry in this tome the greatest thing that could have ever happened to me, well happened. That man. The brave but foolhardy warrior I spoke of before, Celad. We started seeing each other a long time ago now, two years, a little more perhaps by my reckoning. I had known for a time after I met him that there was something there between us. Something more than the simple comraderie that exists between two people fighting hobgoblins or what have you out in the wilds. It was that look in his eyes when he would approach me and say hello. The way he would bend over backwards to do anything for me that no one ever would. Bless his soul, it finally clicked in my mind and after a time of...lets call it observation I called him on it. It sounds crass, my observing, and it broke my heart a little every day I put off broaching the subject with him. But I've been hurt several times in the past and...well I guess that was my way of guarding myself until I was sure I was safe. We've been happy ever since! There are still times when we don't see each other as much as we'd like but we both understand the why's and how's. With a lifespan as long as one for our kind what is a few days, a week? In all an eternity there will more than enough time, and I think that our times apart is healthy in -hopefully- small doses. Still foolhardy though. It is his way and truth be told one of his greatest qualities. He stands for his friends and cannot bear to see them come to harm. I have seen him risk his life, and even lose it briefly a couple of times, to be there for someone who needs the help. I just wish he would be more careful. It pains me greatly every time I see or learn of his falling. He told me about the spirit talking to him about his headstrong sense of duty to those in need. I think much the same as this spirit, and I also see him improving. He is beginning to use more caution, to use his head more to thin over the situation before needlessly throwing himself into mortal danger. I am ever proud of him for learning this lesson much faster than I myself did. I've even invited him to my room above the Apothecary for the night on more than one occasion. Fond memories I would prefer not to share, even with you dear journal. I have also taken on an apprentice, an interesting halfling named Atel who is on a journey to become one of Torm's chosen. She is well versed in His scriptures and seeks to commit herself to Him. I warned her that I've never trained anyone before in his ways, and that as a Tormite I am not so orthodox as many of my brothers and sisters. This did not seem to trouble her, and she seemed confident in my ability to teach what I could. This warmed my heart. My thoughts regarding Jaelle. I'm....disappointed and horrified all at once to learn that it was indeed her that murdered all those people. There was a time when I had grown to think of her as an upstanding respectable person. every time I offered His blessings to her, she refused until the rest of the sick and wounded had been treated. Noble....at least I thought so. I am at a loss to describe what it was that drove her to commit such barbaric acts....with a farmboy...in a graveyard. I am sure there is_ some reason, some chain of events that took her down such a dark and ultimately destructive path. I…I just don't know. All I do _know is that I'm relieved that she has been stopped for good and that no more innocent lives will be lost. I've also learned a lot more about my dearest Celad's own past, and he mine. It seems we've both been through some pretty rough patches at times in our lives. After what he had to endure, I would surely have gone quite mad. With all the turmoil over the last year….I'm just glad I have at least one, earthly, constant right now._
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  The Whiterose Chronicles
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  THe Lady Rose sits at her chamber desk, reading a letter. Her chambermaid Sarah sits on the ottoman beside the desk awaiting for her lady's response. ** Ceasara reads the letter** ~In neat cursive~ To an amusingly over worried sister, Oh heavens E. you worry too much. I told you not to expect a letter for some time, and that ~ I ~ would write you when I could. Because you seemed SO concerned in your letter, my trip was fine. I stayed in Silvery moon a few days after leaving Nesme. I stopped at various other cities along the way as well. I met a band of Elves in the woods West of Silvery moon, they traveled with me for several days before out paths parted. Elves are such wonderful creatures E., nothing at all like you. They enjoy fun and are quite fond of nature and the finer sides of magic. T’is good to hear that Father’s vineyards are doing well and that he is not worried. I’m sure the orcs will pass without a fuss, but do remember the escape routes from the Estate. If those orcs come within 5 miles of the Estate, you get Father and the servants out of there Elizabeth. Remember to gather the deeds and accounting books as well. AND (I might kill you if you don’t) be sure to remember mother’s amulet. I realize it is no good to you but I would quite like to insure its safety. Peltarch is wonderful E., you wouldn’t like it too much. Or maybe you would, the political arena here seems quite active. There are gardens, and a theatre. The harbor, oh you should see it E. The walls here, they are double gated, thicker than nesme’s, and guarded by some of the finest warriors I have met. There is a “legion” based near town, it is a group of soldiers sworn to do battle on the side of Good. I met two of them, and Elvin sorceress named Re’Rith, who was chasing down some Drow. As well as a hafling named Benji. You might like the Captain of the BlackSails though; Sabre seems like a fiery woman with a “purpose.” I am glad to hear that Jonathan is headed off on his pilgrimage, how it pained me to leave without knowing if he would get his prayer answered. Helm watch over him. And as for morale codes and purposes, you are the one who lacks a purpose. You are self serving, taking from the weak, only to better yourself. You wouldn’t use your magic to help lost child, if his parents were rich or had some way of leveraging your political interests higher. E., life isn’t just about you, love. Take a moment, smell a flower, watch the waterfalls. Spend a day at the food bank, you can see. You are gifted, sister. You could do much good if you would only recognize your potential. Stay Vigilant, Raphael Whiterose ~~ Ceasara angrily rises from her desk, nocking her chair over, and storms out of her room. Yelling nonesense and about stupid men. Her maid tidys up the room, scraping the white wax, from the broken seal, into the rubish basket.
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  Leathertail's Log
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  Entry 406 The funny thing about people being dead, I've found, is it's easy to like them. Why? Because they're dead. They aren't going to get back up and make any more trouble, letting you just think about the good times until those are what shine through clearest in your memory. Amar, as with most rules of etiquette, broke this up as well. He comes back, makes a mess of things, and runs off, as did Jack. So long as they stay gone, I think I'll be happy enough. Most likely they won't, but one can hope. Meantime, dealing with the problems they left in their wake. An official investigation into the Sails affairs makes me uneasy, as do most dealings with Peltarchan authorities. We should be all right though. Even got some new recruits of late: Korlis Sterr (another one, or so he claims, mage, dark haired, more of a John type joker, if a bit more refined so far), Caling (elf lass, dark haired, pretty if a bit aloof yet, scout), and Thomas (big muscled type, seems to have a good head for orders on him). Aside from Sails business, I find myself spending time in the company of more pretty blond women than usual. Maya…well, what's there to say? Towering over me, gorgeous, always half-wondering what exactly I could, or would do if she actually tried to just have her way with me. She's refreshingly simple as well. Not stupid. But straightforward, sees the world in very definite terms. Yana's still around as well; Jay's actions were harder on her than myself, or most of us, I think. Unpleasant encounter where we discussed what happened in Hoarsgate. Still. The longer I know her, the gladder I am that I do. As for Tindra (blond, fond of wearing a small red number, quite fetching, turns into a cat-creature from time to time), quite fun idly flirting with her. But it's the Captain I always find at my side at day's end. Side, under, over, wherever. I don't know; I never struck myself as the dependable type. If I weren't so happy, I think I'd be completely unnerved and running for the nearest boat out myself. Perhaps it's all that being comfortable and stable that's got me feeling restless. I'm wandering about Narfell more lately, back down to Norwick like when I first arrived, in the pass, around the Icelace shores. Life's not fun if everything's a sure thing. Roll the dice and see what you get, that's when things are interesting. I'm no one's lapcat just yet. At least not full time. Riskey in my stomach and Captain bound. Good day.
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  The Servant - Glimpses
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  _Some people might argue that knowledge has a peculiar, wonderful scent, and for some this might be the various gentle scents found in a library. Maybe the dusty state of some of the more ancient books with their gentle odor of the past and its knowledge stuck between pages that haven't been touched for ages, or the fresh scent of a recently cured parchment with the lingering scent of tanning oil, a hint of the source of such recordkeeping. Or perhaps it was the smell of ink, like a good heavy liquor, a powerful scent providing the means of remembering through the ages. Gina had never found herself quite at home in libraries, and while she could recognize the value of such knowledge, and the importance of writing things down, for her, knowledge was not a pleasant scent - it was the sweat, and far more rotten smells, all mixed together. She stood in the middle of it now, a few paces away from the entrance to the crypts near Norwick, and paused a moment to let the memories fill her. Those crypts held many, many secrets, and while she wished to uncover as much as she could, they came at a heavy price. The vampire had left little of her own blood to dry and provide the usual coppery contrast to the smell of her own sweat under the armor. And it was just as well, whatever secrets the crypts held came at a heavy price. For while Harvey might be more talkative than a common vampire, it was after all driven by the all consuming hunger for blood that defined its kind. She took one look back upon the crypt, taking in the scents of the graveyard and then she set off to Norwick. The lingering stench of failure following her mercilessly. Idly, she wondered if she could even dare to hope that her companions would make use of the fighting chance they were promised._
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  Dreams in Shades (extended edition)
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  Shades of Soulless Black The woods stretched out with the darkness of night. She couldn't help noting, for perhaps the hundredth time, just how dark the woods can get. Not only was it a night of the new moon, when Selûne's light didn't shine, but there were clouds in the sky, blocking out the stars. The result was that almost no light shown through the many trees and the forest stretched out in an endless black. Even her half-elven eyes were hard pressed to see the trees in front of her. She disliked nights like this. As she walked through the woods, she came across an odd scent in the breeze. It made her pause with alarm. It was a scent of death. She’s smelled death before, but this seemed stronger. She looked around, hoping to catch a sign of what the cause was. Her ears twitched as they caught faint sounds of footsteps as the scent grew stronger. Deep inside, she felt this was familiar. Her instinct screamed at her to move, to get away. She decided not to argue; she always trusted her instincts. A chilling female laugh echoed in the air. “Come back to me, my pet!” the voice called out. There was no mistaking the voice. Fear swelled with the realization of who this was. She ran faster, determined to get away from her stalker. Dark memories flashed in her mind, driving her faster. Direction didn’t matter, just getting away. If she were to run into the bugbears? So be it. Death would be a better fate than what stalked her. The cold voice called out after her, “You cannot run for ever! You belong to me, my pet! I will not be denied!” She stopped running upon reaching a cavern. The smell of death was gone. As she stood for a moment to catch her breath, she realized she was home. She slipped inside swiftly, and walked straight to her room. She could still feel her heart pound with fear as she set down her things. She walked over to the small bath and splashed some water on her face. As she dried herself off, she glanced in the mirror and froze. The reflection was not of the blonde-haired sorceress with fair skin. Staring back at her was a woman with brown skin and dark hair. Behind the woman was Her, the one she feared. “You belong to me, Lorelai. Come to mother.” The words were a hissed whisper, but they rang out with frightful clarity. She spun around with a yell, drawing her sword to fight even though it would be futile. Nobody was there, though she could hear laughing in her head. Her mate threw open the door. He looked at the blonde sorceress with concern. With a worried voice, he asked what was wrong. She began to cry and rushed into his arms. He said some soothing words as he embraced her. The sword plunged in swiftly, pushed up through his stomach. He fell back, looking down with shock at the betrayal and then to his mate. Instead of the blond sorceress, his eyes met the emotionless gaze of the brown-skinned woman. She turned away with a cold chuckle, as the life left his body. “Very good, my pet,” the sinister voice called out. “Come, we have much chaos and strife to bring.” She nodded at Her, and exited the cavern. As she stepped through the dark woods, the familiar scent of death filled the air around her. Lightning flashed once as rain began to fall, lighting up her form in the black of night. The form of a ghostly woman in black robes, with the power of death around her. She was the Dark Enchantress now. Tindra jolted awake with a scream. She cried and screamed her denial of belonging to the Dark Enchantress. No amount of comforting from her mate nor her pixie would calm her. Only when the morning sun rose did exhaustion finally quiet Tindra. Author note Of everything that has happened to Tindra, without a doubt the most scarring had been when the Dark Enchantress forced her to be Her pet. She fears nothing else as much as she fears the possibility of returning to that. The danger the Dark Enchantress presents, losing her own self, is deeply rooted in her psyche. Note that there are other scars besides the fear, which some of you all know. To those who know what I’m talking about, I will say that this fear is STILL deep in her, despite how different she may be. And with that, I am finally done with this series.
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  Telli's Children Book... Log Report?!?
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  Chocolate stained piece of paper found - Will of a Chocoholic "Telli Thundens lasts will and testiments… If readedings dis will... dens is sads day and Telli deadedededs.... Telli bettedededs its prolly cause a dats jerk Ostromog or... mebbe it da Hungry'un... eder way... Telli sorry no be wid friends and lovededs'uns. Don'ts cry fer Telli, cause Telli in happy place nows. Telli watch froms da earthmoders fields... and Telli wid yuhs wheneva turnedededs ta da morning suns warms embrace... nows fer Telli's tings... no needededs ems no mores since Telli wid Chauntea...so... mebbe Telli's friends gettededs more use outta tings den Telli." King's Tear Orcbane - Givededs ta Dwinnie ta pertects and keepedededs safes… or... if not wants givededs ta Koirin in da Hold. Orcbane took long timedededs ta findededs... and belongededs in temple relic room in da Hold. Masterworks Platinums Shield – also givedededs ta Dwinnie. Telli’s Bow – Givedededs ta Mr Yngdir, may his aim be truer dens Telli’s… and Telli hopedededs dis bow helpededs wid dats. Book about the planes – Telli foundededs dis books in da Earth plane first time ders… Telli wantedededs Mr Aramuil havedededs its… hopefully he unlockededs mysteries a da runed glyphs ders. Heart of Valor – Telli wants Ol Stubs ta havedededs dis. Only feller Telli know now not havededs dis dats shoulds… woulda gone inta da abyss and backs wid Telli ta savedededs Narfell Telli knows dis in heart. scrawled in the side is the following… wish Ol Stubs woulda madededs Telli his wifedededs… buh… mebbe too free spirit ta do dats… and too deader now ta matta… Mithral Ore – Givededs Telli only two chunks a Mithrils ta two dwarfs deservedededs its… Me friend Dwinnie…and me kin Foilir who neva tink Telli good enoughs… mebbe in deaths Telli prove ta Foilir Telli good enoughs. Paladin Honor – Dis sword go ta Mr Calen, Telli know he nots a paladin no mores… buh mebbe dis blade remindededs hims ta try real hards and mebbe someday be as happy as was when he servedededs Helm wid all his heart. Ogre Stoneblade – Telli want Mr Jerrick ta havedededs… if Jerrick no wants… can givededs ta druid friend ta usedededs. Telli know how hard is ta find good weapon no madededs a metal. Dis sword know more battle den Telli know ta speakededs at da fire abouts. Is powerful and do many tings in Chauntea’s name… sometimes Telli wonder… should have follered Haelga Brightaxe insteadededs a Chauntea… Mebbe in anoder lifetimes eh? Telli’s Armor – Telli would likedededs ta be buried in Telli’s armor… is very special and stand ups ta much fer Telli. Telli know no oder armor more specials den whats Telli helpedededs createdededs wid own two hands. Had good armor fer fightings N’jasts….buh when know Chauntea agains….she blessedededs dis armor ta helpededs Telli roll arounds and movedededs like Telli neva movededs afore. Sorry if some’un wants… but Telli lovedededs its more…. Old Faithful – Old faithfuls go ta Vander… he new dwarf ta da hold… Telli hopededs dis helm pertecteds his heads as much as its pertectededs Telli’s. Blessed Water of Chauntea – Telli want Sessa ta havededs blessededs water of Chauntea da Telli gettedededs froms Mr Z… it reminder of what a servants a Chauntea shoulds strive fer… Telli slippededs in her walk wid da earth moder… Mr Z nots eva dat Telli know. Askededs Mr Z why water so importants and whats it helpedededs do fer Telli and Chauntea’s relationships… Dragon Tooth – Telli want Maya havedededs dis tooth. Telli not know why… just tink miss Maya likededs teeths sometimes…and what betta gift Telli givedededs dens a tooth froms a dragon Telli and her kilts togeder… not know if she gottededs trophy froms dat adventure. Telli bet not…as Maya havedededs muchs honor… Telli only wish hasededs as half as muchs as she dids. Telli’s Earth Plane Ring – Telli givedededs dis ring ta Mr Z. Telli really wishedededs gottedededs a chance ta go der wid yuhs Mr Z… yuh woulda likedededs its so muchs… dis ring made froms a dense rocks froms dat plane… wear wid pride… and honor. On finger or… aroundededs neck. Telli proud a yuh fer follering Chauntea widouts slippings likedededs Telli dids… danks fer warm heart ta Telli evens when Telli messedededs ups. Owl Insight Gem – Telli givedededs wisdom gem ta Mr Grag fer when he has makededs BIG decision… mebbe he usededs dis rock next time afore chuckings a legionnaire at somes powerfuls lookings ward or statue or lock tingy. Spine Rippa – Telli givedededs Spine Rippa ta Mr Grog, dis blade juss seems likededs fits his hands wells… Telli not sure whys. Bag of Chocolate – Miss Marty gettededs all Telli’s chocolates… only’un Telli know who sharedededs wid her in long times… Slaad Tongue – Telli not know why Telli still gottededs dis dumb ting… buh know Mr Aramuil findededs sometings ta do wid its insteads a lettings its collectededs dusts in somes dumb chests. Greater Boots of Constitution – Dese boots savedededs Telli’s arse more times den can countedededs. Telli want Labur ta havedededs dese boots… wear wid honor and pride… and don’t lettededs dems no feel da sweats a battle fer too longs. Swordsman Belt – Telli want Stubs ta havedededs backs. Telli only takededs its froms yuhs so yuh’d havededs reasons ta hang aroundededs Telli and try gettededs its backs. Deep Dragon Belt – Telli want miss Maya ta havedededs dis belts toos. Hopedededs miss Maya havedededs more use fer its dens Telli dids. Odd Runestones – Telli triedededs ta sellededs dese runes and no’un wants. Deys pwerfuls ands opens da wards a da Earth Plane. Telli tink should be in dwarf hands nows… so givings ta Labur, Stubs, and Dwin nows. Stegadon and Bullete Shells – Telli wants Mr Z ta havedededs dese shells so can practice on craft. Wartooth Shield – Telli promise Mr Aelthas Telli givedededs hims dis specials demons fightings shield should Telli eva diedededs or givedededs away shield. Telli juss hopedededs Mr Aelthas keeps his parts da bargain and has Telli ova ta hears story froms hims and miss Lycka aboutededs why da shield so importants ta hims. Scythe of Thoon – Telli no know any’un worthy enoughs ta use blade in battle… and Telli tink mebbe Telli shoulds be buried wid scythe in honor a Chauntea… it sures is purdy… juss nots as sharps as Telli wishedededs. Masterwork Steel Fullplate – Telli was gonna sells dis armor in next auctions… guess dead Telli no need gold. Givedededs dis armor ta one a me kin… prolly Korban coulds usedededs its mosts. Mithril Chainmail – Telli know two folks lovededs dis armor more dens anytings. Mr Z and Dwinnie, Telli gottededs two sets… givededs each ta one a dems. Bar of Platinum – Givededs ta Mr Z Scarabs of the Ice Queen – Telli pickededs ups four a dese alongs Telli’s way. Telli wantedededs Vander, Korban, Labur, and Sessa ta havededs ems. Sessa gonna needededs its ta fendededs againsts da coldededs when da Hungry’un sticks his necks outs agains! Telli’s Dragon Gauntlers – Telli want Anor ta havedededs gauntlets ta helpededs her wid her blessings. Deys special ta Telli… shoulds askedededs miss Maya why deys so specials… Fireworks – All Telli’s fireworks shoulds go ta Mr Benji he da specialists swearings gnome/hin Telli knowedededs. Telli hopedededs dese fireworks makededs hims happy… buh more importantly Telli hopedededs Mr Benji no blowededs ups any fingers wid dese. Cloak of Protection – Telli wanna givededs cloak ta Mr Devlin, cause Telli seen Mr Devlin gettedededs hits wid lotta magics and blessings dats roughs hims ups… mebbe dis cloak helpedededs hims defendededs againsts dems betta wid its. Venom’s bite – Telli want Korban ta havedededs dis cloak ta helps wid acids pertections. Gem Collection – Telli not really know anyones who lovedededs gems as muchs as Telli dose…so… Telli juss gonna givededs dis bag a gems ta da orphans a Peltarch… deys can feedededs lotta kids wid da gold dese gems’ll fetchedededs. Scrolls – All me blessings scrolls goes ta Mr Theaon and all me arcanes scrolls goes ta Mr Ronan, may dey do more for yuh dens deys dis fer Telli. Arrows – Mr Thorn cans havedededs all Telli’s arrows… Bolts – Mr Benji can havedededs all Telli’s bolts, speciallies her bolts a teleportations… Grag and Maythor Troff Action Figures – Telli wanna be buried wid dese toys a Telli’s. Please bury dems wid Telli’s tings she askededs fer… Da rests a Telli’s tings cans be givens ta da Legion fer furder use and ta helpedededs ems defendededs againsts da ebils a da realms… As fer Telli’s horde a gold… Telli tink she hasedededs mebbe three hundrededs eighty thousandededs golds ta splittededs ups tad a folks needs its. Telli wants da Hold, Norwick, Peltach, and da Legion ta all gettedededs a evens cuts a Telli’s golds. Ta be spendededs as each place see’s fits… buh… ue wise and no spendededs hapshazardly… Telli come backs and haunts yuhs if yuhs does… Fer dose dats miss Telli… Telli miss dems toos… Telli tink back fondly a many tings… and Telli hopedededs yuh rememberededs fondly a tings a Telli… Lets Telli leavededs yuhs wid one lass prayers ta da earth moder afore Telli gone fereva… “May da feet dats defendededs Norwick and der farmers be sod in firm soil, buried in deep roots, and hardenedededs like da trunks a oak trees. May da heart a da farmer be filledededs wid courage and faith dats dose who bands togeder… cans defeatededs any foe shoulds choose messedededs wids da earth moders seedlings… amens!”
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  A single name can be seen written in her diary, and said name is crossed with a cross mark, next to it, only one other word to be read Done.
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  Roedran Malgraeve
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  Roedran was riding through the woods when a crossbow bolt took his horse in the side of the head, while simultaneously one took him in the side. As the horse fell, it pinned his left leg, Roedran could hear the bones crunch and grind. The only thing that saved his life was the fact that his crossbow remained in reach, and as a result he took the first bandit in the head as he came around one side of the fallen horse, the second bandit fell with a dagger in the throat. Around the other side of the horse came two more that Roedran was able to begin fighting off with his drawn sword. Roedran took another crossbow bolt as he tried to fight on his back, but after a few exchanges he landed a lethal blow and was able to turn his attention to the remaining bandit. This lone bandit finding himself alone facing this 'easy' mark chose instead to run, which only earned him a crossbow bolt in the back. Grieving slightly for his fallen mount, Roedran worked for a few hours to get his leg freed from beneath it's corpse. Using his only healing remaining, Roedran closed the worst of his wounds, but was unable to fix his leg. Getting his position from the sun, he began to pull himself towards the Legion tower. By the fourth hour of dragging himself not only were his arms burning from the effort, infection had begun to set in and the fever was beginning to effect his vision. So he started to chant the directions to the legion tower. He couldn't tell how long it had been before the voices started: taunting, accusing, screaming in terror. Every voice was one he knew, someone he failed to save. The worst were the children, the atrocities he'd seen over the years were always heart-wrenching when committed against the little ones. It was days (months, years?) later when Lanli appeared before him, her face was one he never thought he'd see this side of life. He was still telling her how much he missed her when Kasrana also appeared. the two women he ever loved, both dead are now fever dreams. As much as he tried to remind himself that it was only a dream, it was quickly becoming harder to remember they were not real like the wailing. Roedran was still trying to apologize to the two loves of his life for not being able to save them when others appeared. These were people he didn't know had fallen, and his heart was wrenched even further, disaster had fallen to the ranks of the Legion. So many had died and he was unable to stop the bloodshed. The rescue team couldn't understand most of what Roedran said, but they still took him back to the legion hall and sent a runner to inform the duty officer.
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  Journal of Caelian Thunderhawke
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  _Jerrick was right, all I needed to do was talk to Eli calmly. I told her what I felt, how I believe a relationship should be treated. I asked her why all of this happened. She just told me that at the time, she had different views of the situation… but after speaking with Thorn and myself, she knows better. She feels ashamed. I don't want her to feel bad. We worked it all out, made up, and headed back to the gate. It was rather quiet, other than a quick playful sparring match between Vash and Dana (Who was in bearform at the time.) It may not have started so playful, with a lot of growling and anger being shown. I stepped up, for the first time in I don't know when, and told them, as a member of the Circle, that we are all family, and if they are to spar then do it and be done with it. There was to be no hard feelings afterward. They actually listened to me. That felt good. Vash hits like an Oak, and made rather short work of BearDana. After smiling and picking her up, he insisted she get healed up. This made me happy to see. We have enough godsbedamned fighting to deal with, our family needs to work on sticking together. I challenged Vash to a sparring match. I was expecting to get knocked cold. It was a very close fight. He hits much harder than I thought, and I think that I was harder to hit than he expected. In the end, I was able to take him down... but hells, I could barely stand afterward. If he had gotten just one more hit in, my ass would have been on the ground. Eli was watching the whole thing, and made me go to the healers with her at my side. I love when she takes care of me. After getting all healed up by the healer's abilities, and a short run into Master Z we decided to head back to the gate. That's when I ran into him. A man with short dark hair... and one eye missing. Apparently he saw my fight, or something, but he made it a point to run into me. Asked what I do. I told him that I am a hunter and a protector, Warden of the Rawlinswood. He scoffed, and said that nothing that is weak enough to be protected should be allowed to live. He called himself a hunter. I knew almost immediately what he was... but I let the conversation continue. I need to quit jumping to conclusions, after all. Eli grabbed my hand, and whispered not to do anything. I squeezed tightly, and nodded. Letting her know that I wouldn't do anything stupid, and that I was just talking to him. He said I should go on the "Great Hunt" with him, and then I could be a true hunter. I explained to him I had already been on a Great Hunt... hunting his brethren when they attempted to hunt and kill an innocent gnome in my woods. He seemed a bit shocked about this, but just kept speaking. Honestly, I can't remember much of the rest of what he said... my adrenaline was pumping, but I was staying calm with my fiance by my side. Without warning, he leaped at me, and began to claw at my face. That was all I needed. My fists came smashing down into his face. He clawed at my eye, damn near took it out, and I followed through with a shot to the kidneys, bending him over... and sending a hard right to his jaw. This went on for a couple minutes, him clawing, and me blocking and punching... until finally he lunged forward just a little too much, and I caught him with a strong right uppercut underneath his jaw, which sent him on his back. I took a deep breath. I could barely stand again, and damn was I tired. But I wouldn't let the Malarite see that. After Eli dragged him off to jail, I leaned against the wall of the crafthall and spit some blood. I remembered the old Malarite hunter who said that Malar made him stronger than me... apparently, that just wasn't true. I went to the jail and spoke with the man afterward. He actually seemed somewhat receptive to hear what I had to say. I told him that protecting someone does not make you weak. It makes you stronger. Not only do you rely on your own natural abilities, but you push yourself even harder when you know someone else is relying on you. I told him, if he was ever sick of just feeding on blood and hatred, that he should find me. To be honest... I think there's a good chance he will._
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  Elemmire's tales.
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  -Reaching Narfell- And so his journey began. Having some potions of invisibility in stock, and additionally some food and water, he sneaked through the shadows and reached his destination. It wasn’t easy to gain entrance in the Candlekeep as there were some procedures to be accepted in the library. But through effort he made it in. There, he stayed for a month searching for books and scrolls that could give him a solution to release his curse. The result was interesting. Being able to understand a fair number of languages, he found the proper bless for it, but it was written in dracolish. Translate and write down the bless was the first step. Furthermore, he also searched for scrolls of spells, including necromancy. That could protect him against Them, when the time would come… He knew that so he learned what he could and left. No time to lose, no time to risk… Full of confidence, through the sword coast, he reached Cormyr’s port. There with a mask and a hood he found on his way, dressed like an old man and got in the ship. The rest was left on luck. Or not… After a long travel he finally reached Narfell. Arrived at a farmer’s town. Norwick the name and mostly a village compared to his hometown. But he liked it. It was somehow piecefully. There he saw some people but he found it difficult to find help. His curse made him look suspicious and creepy, and many wouldn’t trust him. Fair enough but time was against him. Finally a couple of sharp eyes saw through the mask and tried to know him better. She was hanging with him, whenever he was walking around the town, showing him the Land and giving advices. Finally Elemmire had a chance to boost his hopes of releasing the curse. Shortly after, he started interacting with people, asking for clerics who can help, and trying to gain trust from others. But still hiding his face… Danger was still luring. He knew it and couldn’t risk to expose himself.
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  Journal Of Arlan Meynolt
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  Tales of a Sea Hag
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  Shattered Memories, and Debris from Locrian's Past.
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  I kin still see it in th'horrid colors o' what it was. Some nights I still feel th'stings o me failures stabbin' me in th'back. In th'clearing west o Jiyyd, th'battle rages. Th'white dragon raining ice atop our 'eads as th'frozen giants try to stomp us int' th'snow. Hackin' an dodgin' while th'glimpses o me mates between th'tree trunk legs o our enemies do th'same. Me youngbloods, Miss Nicahh, Lyte, Grag, Theaon, countless udders sufferin' in th'cold. Th'giants begin to fail, 'an fall back, an it were then I smelled it. The burnin' wreckage o me norwick. I raced. Raced like I were dying. Raced 'cause I were past carin' about me own life. Boss Lucid had put on th'fast feets 'an 'an gotten there much 'head o me. 'an I saw 'im surrounded by bugbears. He were going to die. I ran in, throwin' darts, 'an e'ery vile word I knew at th'siegers o norwick. Stayin' blows, 'an takin' em regular as th'broken, bleeding, burned townsfolk raced away from th'horrors behind 'em. Lucid runs to th'hills as I pull back, a half dozen bugbears at me aft. 'An then they corner 'im. Again I'm thrown int' th'jaws o death, as th'pile o bugbears descend, 'an Lucid manages 'is escape. I'm limpin'. Shield arm kin' 'ardly raise t'stop th'last blow as I turn t'flee. I'm fer sure they've got me, 'an me mates ain't gettin' me back from em. Head down 'an runnin' I think bout me youngbloods, th'ones I ain't taught well 'nough yet. I think 'bout miss Nicahh. I think bout miss Li, how ere'll be na one lef' t'believe in 'er. Puma, Wort, e'eryone. There's a sharp pain in me back. I turn t'make a las' stan' 'an three bugbears launch o'er me flanks an' at me feet, Courtesy o Grag. two redcloaks pull me behin' th'new lines as 'ey're formed, 'an we're forced uphill by sheer brute numbers o them stinkin' things. Ey batter us alla way back to sam's hill. from up 'ere I see it all now. Th'fires, th'smoke rollin' jiyyd way through th'cemetary, th'upper forest. I kin see th'bugbears dancin' in th'blood soaked streets of me town, as th'very foundations burn. Singin' 'an dancin' on me kin's graves. I remember th'feelin' o' … "How're we gonna get it back?" as a'sat wit me 'elmet on. There, really weren't anyone what were consolable. I r'member lookin' about frantically fer th'blind priestess, Rith among th'living. Notta trace, notta idear, not e'en an excuse t'believe she were alive. me shrine be no more, surely. Unfergivable. This war 'as a'ready cost me who I am. They'll nay 'ave me 'eart.
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  John's Journal - Guilty Conscience
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  Idiot sis is in jail. Don't even know why, don't care to ask. Been spending my time and coin in the Ferret. Place is starting to feel bad, might need to find a new drinking hole. ~ Sis is still in jail, so was I. Some daft arse in Norwick decided to pick a fight, happens to be a guard or something. Not worried though - took five of them together to take me down. Got released early, bastards finally realised I hadn't done a damn thing I guess. Think I'll tell Sis, she might do something about it. ~ Been wandering around lately looking for a new tavern. Places in Peltarch are a bit shite, Norwicks guards don't want me around. Fair enough, their inns a hole anyway. ~ Vladimir says sis gets out of jail soon, not sure why I haven't been to see her in there. Still don't know why she's in either. Went on a job with Vlad and his Bear-whatever. Load of shite, got a helmet and some bolts. Going to have to bring up the payment with him sometime, not doing this crap for free.
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  Dexter's Journal
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  _Gods… my head. Been held off of guard duty for a while, Miss Rain seems to think I need some rest. Either that, or I'm not fit to stand holding a sword and shield as I am. I got only myself to blame though. Was standing guard the other day, when I found some strange goblin wandering around. I chased it down, and it dropped a pack on the ground. Called it a gift for staying away from the south, then he took off the way he came. Inside were a good amount of brass censers, filled with ground up leaves. No idea what it was, and the big druid fella nearby said that the best way to find out was to try it. So I did. Lit the leaves and the smoke that came from the censer nearly knocked me on my arse. Everything started moving so slowly, and I could barely breathe. My entire body relaxed to the point that I couldn't lift my shield. Drugs. Little farker drugged me, though it was my own doing, it seems. Soon as I figured out what it was, I knew not to touch the stuff in the pack. I carried it with me until I could figure out what to do with them... 10 or 11 little brass censers in a pack. Here's where the trouble started... My body wanted more. It had only had the vapors once, and already it craved more. My head started to ache at first, and it wasn't too bad to begin with... but it's been a couple of weeks now, and it's just getting worse. I can barely stand, my legs feel like jelly. I wobble along, feeling weak as all hells, moving 3 times slower than normal. And the headaches! Oh Gond Almighty, the headaches are the worst. I feel as if Talos himself is raging a mighty storm in my skull. I thought it may be good to get my mind off this sickness, get a bit of exercise. I went for a game of SkullBall in the graveyard. Was going well until I ran into a filthy rotter. Dropped him in 4 slashes of my blade, but the stench off of his body made me sick. Bad. I was sweating, and puking my guts out. This on top of the withdrawals made me farking unable to stand. Fella I met while standing guard, name was Vlad. Seemed like a good guy, gave me the money to get the damned sickness treated. I did, and the sweating and puking went away. I haven't got any worse from it, but the weakness in my legs and body haven't gotten any better. Worse even. I think the damned sickness had some long term effects that the healer didn't take care of. So here I am, practically useless as a guard, as I can't stand for very long without my legs giving out on me. Rain told me to rest, but damn it all, I hate doing nothing. I've been using this time off to work harder on my latest invention, the Flamebringer. It's coming along well, especially with Benji helping me out with the funding. It's nearly unbearable to swing my hammer while under this sickness, but I won't be bedridden like an old man. I'm 25 years old, and if my dad could see me now, I'm gonna make damned sure he'd be proud. Maybe I'll get him and Ma to come visit one day. Better get back to work. I've almost got this tank rounded exactly as I want. (A line is written in at the end, and circled as a reminder.) No rest for the wicked._
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  An Old Tome
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  _Uljas annoys me with his advances. I kick him in the chest. Teach me the meaning of life, he said. Wonders why I do not want the same as he does. His life is simple. Mine is not. Tells me to be angry when we fight ettins. Allows me to hit harder, he said. I do not see the point. I cut and cleave whatever is in front of me. I do not feel, I do not think. Celesta is in Norwick again. Looking for three to help in Cormyr again. Val leads the group, picking out Vladimir and I. Having only just arrived, but followed all the same. As she is my sister. Purple frog shaman warns us off a yellow serpent. Hands us bones to throw at it when it appears. I take the bones all the same, crazy or not. Through the portal, Mayor briefs us on the situation. A cave within the forests, a Zhent hideaway, find a man named Jack. We are to bring him back to the Fort. How or why, I still do not know. I trust Val to lead us. Vlad seems to have an interest in the Purple Dragons. We leave in the cover of darkness. The sun rises, but darkness falls. A dragon, a yellow dragon. I run, in fear. Someone tosses the bones from the shaman, and it seems to blind it. We run quickly into the forest, invisible thanks to spells. Through a tight passage, had to take off armor. Dire creatures, notably tiger. Vladimir makes too much noise and is pounced, we run for the cave. Inside, Val charms the guard. Again too noisy, killed the guard. Took his key, looted the storage. Found another room, filled with dead bodies. Rose as undead, fitting of Zhents. Smashed them all. Val continues on ahead with her tongue and quick wits. Vlad and I are left to talk in the undead room. Time passes, I want to go after Val, Vlad says no. Mentions he is looking for Crayce, something he found. Interrupted by Val, shouting for help. A guard is in the way. I cleave him in two. My sister needs help. She is with Jack, fighting off Zhents. Vladimir and I charge in, flanking the enemy. We return to the fort with Jack. Val seems slightly off. I learn why after. I will kill this Jack. When I return again to my homeland._
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  A Barbarians Journal
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  Day 32 "Uthgar approves. My power grows stronger. A tribe of orc bloods have agreed to the cause. If others do. A dwarf chancellor offers his help in locating tribes. They shall be met soon. These lands are in a state, yet Uthgar wants change, I want change. These lands -Need- Change. Druids have expressed interest. Perhaps they can be reasoned with. They see need for balance. Time is long. Things shall progress"