3. Journal of Shane Andryl

Journal of Shane Andryl


  • Great stuff, Shane. Very interesting, well written story.

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    The Test of Faith: Continued

    She awoke in strange surroundings, almost as if in a dream. Slowly she regained her senses, getting a bearing of her whereabouts. Her sword and shield were still in hand, clenched tightly. She sheathed the blade and lowered her helmet. Slowly, the fog cleared in front of her. The wind played joyfully through her hairs, brustling the treeline, yet she felt nothing of it. Suddenly, a figure doomed out of the mists, fully clad in plate, standing solemnly in front her. The paladin understood instantly, dropping to a knee, lowering her eyes away from the appearance. “My Lord”

    A loud, harsh voice boomed through her head, coming from all around. “Your time has come to prove your faith to me, both in will and body…” The words crushed her instantly, and it took all her strength to remain as she was. ”To prove” She had been failing, she knew it well. And now Helm had called her forth. The paladin remained silent as the voice continued.

    “A great injustice occured ten years ago in this land that has damaged my following…It was in this land that my watchful clergy acted less than vigilant and allowed a Banite, a so-called Dread Lord to corrupt the Guantlet of the Watchful...” A feeling of anger overwhelmed her as the words came to her. She wanted to jump up, call out, act! Yet she remained immobile as the voice continued, unwavering.

    She listened, and learned. She learned of how the Gauntlet had been held securely in Waterdeep, of how it had been symbol to His virtues for ages, of how it had been allowed to be shown around the land in an effort to inspire faith towards Helm in His followers once more, and of how it’s guardians failed in their vigilance as the Banites took it from their guard, and was lost. Shame crept over her once again, as if the knight herself was responsible for what had occurred. She listened on, her eyes still downcast, and learned of how the Gauntlet was recovered again by miners in the Giantspire 5 years ago, and returned to the faithful. The voice spoke of how the Gauntlet was corrupted by the very evil that had taken it, it’s virtues gone, and of how it enslaved the hearts of those that held it towards the darkness of Bane. The task brought forth was clear. She was to retrieve the Gauntlet as it would be passing through Ormphur this very day, before it would reach the gates of Jiyyd, and it’s Temple. Faithful were lost to it’s evil embrace with every waning day, and Helm’s might was weakening towards it. Such could not be allowed. The Gauntlet was to be returned to His stead, and destroyed. The surroundings blurred once more as His final words hammered through her head. ”Do not fail me!”

    ”Death before dishonor” The paladin steeled her heart as she felt herself succumbing to the darkness of sleep once again. ”Your wish is my command, my Lord. I shall succeed in thy bidding, or find death.” With that determination, she closed her eyes, awaiting what was to pass.

    A moment later, trees doomed up from the distance again. As her senses adjusted once more to her new surroundings, she found herself on the road to Ormphur. Instinctively she drew her blade again, looking out into the distance. There was no shame, no defeat, only determination. The task was clear, and it would be done, or she would fall in trying. The thought was ripped from her mind swiftly as she heard heavy footsteps approaching from further up the road.

    ”Who goes there?” A stern voice called out to her as she noted the figures in front. The man that spoke was clad in plate, darkened, but Helm’s mark still clearly visible. In the darkness of the night, she could just make out the ornate box that he was carrying. 2 men flanked him, acolytes and guards no doubt. Calmly, the knight replied to the question posed. ”I am Shane Andryl, sirs. Paladin to Helm, the Watcher. The man showed signs of relief at her words, as if pleased to come across a fellow of the faith, ready to escort them safely to Jiyyd. Yet all her senses warned her of the darkness that lay deep in their hearts. Without any further though, she addressed her reasons for being there. ”I am here to take that what you carry, and bring it to safety.” The man showed clear surprise, and began to protest to her words. ”Lady Shane…You must be mistaken...We serve Helm, and walk in the glory of his light. It is my duty to protect this precious Gauntlet and will not let it out of my sight.” The paladin remained calm, her eyes steeled upon the group. ”I am here to make certain it remains in safety, not in the hands of those that have been mislead to His true meaning”. The man clearly became upset now, sneering at her words, accusing her of jealousy towards the possession of the Gauntlet. He addressed to her that it would be displayed in Jiyyd for the week to come, for all to behold. It could not be allowed.

    ”You will not. The Gauntlet is not what you believe it to be. 't Has become a tool against our Lord.” She tried to put reason into their hearts. Perhaps these men were not yet beyond salvation. Perhaps they were strong enough to break free from the Gauntlet’s corrupting grasp. The man called out against her, anger overwhelming him as he saw she would not stand aside. ”Heretic! The Gauntlet embodies all the virtues of our god! Power! Wealth! Strife!” His words came as a shock to her. How could this be? How could one of strong faith, as clearly this man was, fall so low as to even forget the basics of what the Heavenly Guardian deemed right? Determined, she clenched the hilt of her blade tighter. These men would either succumb and repent, of face judgement in the afterlife. Such was the will of Helm…

    One final time she tried to reason with them, explaining their error, allowing them the chance to see the light once again. Yet it was to no avail. They had fallen too far into the darkness of Bane’s corruption. He called her a liar, a pauper unknowing of Helm’s true glory, a jealous brigand… She took the insults calmly, standing firm, the look in her eyes telling them she would not fall and stand aside in this. Angered, he turned to the acolytes behind him, obviously ordering them to strike against her. With a curt nod, she donned her helmet, ready for the battle that was to be. She knew her thoughts to be right the instant she heard the prayers called forth. Helm’s name was all absent, the prayers dark and twisted to Bane’s dominion. She noted the plate-clad man hiding behind the two, using them as shields to his own. With a scowl, she lunged forward, blocking her mind against the dark whispers that the two called forth. One by one, they fell in Helm’s name, until she stood before the man...

    The paladin halted, her blade still at ready, and looked upon the coward in front of her. With a scowl, she challenged him to duel. He accepted readily, claiming it would be her last, that Helm was at his side. She knew the lies within it, and wary for treachery, mace on sword clammered as the battle began. Night turned into the day as the battle raged forth, hours passed as blow after blow was struck. All she had ever trained for came to use, as she needed all her skill to dodge his blows. Time after time he invoked the might of his new-found lord. With each of his cries for aid her blade struck hard against him, only to see the wounds healed again as Bane’s wrath rained upon her. Yet she did not fall. With a carefully placed blow she knocked him off his feet, allowing him the chance once more to surrender to Helm and leave the path of darkness he had set upon. Yet even this final act of mercy was to no avail. He was too far gone, and lunged upon her again with a feral growl. The paladin continued the battle, not caring for the apparent signs of fatigue that slowly came with each passing strike. The blade grew heavy in her hands, the armor started to grow tiresome, yet she remained standing, mustering all her strength. She would not fall against Bane’s anger. With a loud cry, she heaved the blade into the sky once more, and hammered it down upon him. He fell down as the blade struck home, blood pouring from his many wounds. He did not stand again… Weary and weakened from the battle, she lowered her blade, removing her helmet to allow the man a last sight on the face of his victor. With his dying breath, he took hold of the box, clutching it tightly against his heart. Then, his hands fell limp, as life sipped away from him. With a sad expression, the paladin uttered a prayer towards the salvation of the man’s soul.

    She knelt down to take the box he had coveted so, as she noted her own armor. It was shred and dented in more places than she could imagine, Helm’s symbol dull and scratched beyond recognition. Her shoulders and chest were blackened, scorched from the heavenly fires that he had called forth upon her, and bloodstains were apparent everywhere. Yet there was no time to rest. She bit away the pain that slowly ached her body, and grasped the box tightly. Suddenly, it began to radiate a great warmth, and light started seeping through it’s cracks. She held onto it tightly as the box slowly crumbled to dust, leaving the gauntlet exposed in her hands. It felt cold to the touch, yet a sudden warmth came over her, filling her heart to the core, as if Helm himself was pleased. Then, a soothing voice called out from beyond, echoing through her head.

    ”You can become the greatest Paladin of Helm this land has ever known…” The words came softly, inviting, and for a moment she pondered them. Then she realized the warnings that had been given, that the true power of the Gauntlet bore none but corruption. With a stern voice, she called out in reply. ”My desire is only to serve, not to seek glory.” A sudden strength came over her as the words were spoken, the feelings of tiredness and pain fading away as the voice continued. ”Helm's power will grant you anything you wish through me…Continue my tour of this land so that I can show others the light of Helm...It is your duty to serve Helm in this way. This is only a taste of what Helm will grant you if you continue my travels around the lands.” The paladin did not waver. ”My duty is to guard against the dangers that lie ahead, to be vigilant against the darkness. To follow His will. And His will dictates otherwise.” “Helm will grant you wisdom, courage, and ability…” “Helm grants me all that I require now. I seek no more.” The paladin felt empty as the strength granted faded away, leaving her weaker than she had ever been before. Yet she clenched her teeth, trying in her best effort to shield her mind from the whispers within. With a luring tone, the voice continued.

    ”Helm will grant you gold to build a church and greater following in his name.” With the words spoken, she felt her purse become heavy, bursting with the gold within. She shrugged, tossing it aside on the ground. ”Tis not His will.” “Think of all the evil you can banish in Helm's glory with all this power.It is Helm's will…” The paladin took a deep breath, pondering the words a moment, almost finding the truth in them. Yet somewhere deep inside, she knew them to be lies. ”It is Helm's will that we do so to our own efforts, as we are, as it is. Not to seek power for our own, but to stand against it. We serve to protect. And in that He grants us his grace as He deems fit, not as we would wish.”

    The soothing voice faded, and a dark, loathing voice called out against her, forebiding in tone and manner. ”You have made more enemies than you can ever dream about this night Lady Shane! You will meet a gruesome fate soon…” With those words, she felt the warmth fading, leaving her weakened, tired to the point of near tremble, alone. Once more, her visions blurred before her. Too weak to struggle against it, she fell down.

    Slowly, she regained her senses, finding herself once more in the strange surroundings she had been called to before. The visage of Helm appeared before her, and weary, she dropped to her knee once again, eyes downcast. ”Your wish has been my command. I have what You have called for…” A booming voice ached her mind once again, drowning out all other sounds. ”I have witnessed your deeds for this day. Your courage was never in question in facing my fallen followers. Now I have no questions about your will to follow the light of my path.” With a single motion of his hand, he commanded her to lay down the Gauntlet before him. The paladin remained kneeled, placing the Gauntlet in front, silent. A bright light began emitting from it, until it erupted in a blazing flame… it was no more. Once more, the voice boomed. ”Your faith, courage, and will have restored my faith in my followers of this land. In addition, your actions have proven you worthy as one of my true, loyal followers.” The paladin remained silent, unwavering. ”My light will always be at your side and you will represent my virtues to the people of these lands…As such, you will always display the light that symbolizes my path... The armor is a symbol of your allegiance to me and our way of life...It symbolizes that you represent everything pure in the virtues of duty, honor, and loyalty...” With a move of his hand, the dents and shreds faded, the plates warping back into form. The sooth fell down as a bright shine came over it. Still, the paladin remained silent, lowering her head even more in respect to her Lord. ”Now…Let us remove any stench of Bane from you...” A sudden warmth once more filled the paladin’s heart. All feelings of pain and weakness vanished as the many wounds she still bore closed and strength taken was returned. Then, a sudden feeling of tiredness came over her, and as much as she willed it, she could no longer remain conscious. The lands blurred and faded into darkness, as she heard her final words speak out in the distance. ”I live only to serve, as you command, my Lord”

    The knight woke up in the familiar surroundings of her own home, no idea of how much time had come to pass. The light of day brightly peered through the shutters. She rose again, uncertain of whether all had been but a dream. Yet somehow, she knew it to have been true. The armor placed carefully on it’s stand was proof to it. Solemnly, she kneeled down before the shrine dedicated to her Lord, a sense of pride and loss of shame within her. She knew now that He had not forsaken her, that He was strong within. She would not fail again. The path was clear before her, the task as of yet undone.

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    The Test of Faith: Prelude

    Honor, Loyalty, Vigilance, Protection.

    The words had not left the Paladin’s mind in the days that had passed, and with each step she doubted herself to them. The sun was slowly setting over the Norwick gates into the Nars. She paused a moment to behold it, a faint smile lingering as she stood silent.

    ”A knight is sworn to valor. His heart knows only virtue. His blade defends the helpless. His might upholds the weak. His word speaks only truth. His wrath undoes the wicked.”

    The old code was all that had kept her upright. A sense of failure came upon her as the words boomed around her mind. ”His blade defends the helpless” She scoffed lightly, slowly watching the sun move behind the horizon. Her blade had been there, ready to strike against all that might bring harm to her guard. It had been to no avail. Life had been granted by the very same evil they had set out to destroy, and the blame weighed hard. “You owe me” A sudden chill came over her as the voice boomed once again, darker than anything she had ever heard before. It was true.

    She looked upon the road ahead, unknowing of where it would lead her this night. Jiyyd seemed distant. She had no urge to return to it. “Kanen should have just left me there” She rubbed her shoulder a moment, where the Orcish Destroyer had planted the final blow just the day before, shrugging away the thought as swiftly as it came. Her time had not come yet, and she knew that well. The task was not yet completed. “Death before dishonor” The irony in it was all too clear to her now. Death had come first, then the dishonor. ”His wrath undoes the wicked” She banished the feeling out again, steeling herself once more. Eram had been wise in his words as always. It was the reason that she was still alive this day, why Helm had allowed such disgrace to become. The evil was not dispensed of yet. The task remained undone.

    With a sigh, she raised her helmet, a faint smile showing lightly over the troubled facade for just an instant. At least in that they had not failed. The Trollish warlord that had held it as war bounty had been a formidable foe, yet it had been overcome, it’s soldiers destroyed and the deaths of innocent commoners avenged. They had raided a small wayside hostel, slaughtering everyone like cattle. Now they were gone, and the little girl, Grace, was safely in the care of the good doctor in Ormphur. The poor child had been the only one to escape the Troll’s claws. The paladin shivered a moment at the thought of what might have happened to the girl should herself, her husband and Jaroo not have passed by for that small errand.

    She restrained herself from releasing a light chuckle at the thought of the errand. To gather some special kind of nuts in the woods to the east of Ormphur, so that the doctor could finish his special kind of potion. It seemed silly, but it had been a nice diversion from the darkness that was over her, and it had allowed her to spend some time with the man she had allowed to be her husband. Too little of that had been already. The trip had been eventful at the least, as many creatures prowled in the region, but the ingredients requested had been swiftly recovered. Then, they had come upon a trail of bodies. A woman had come brushing through the treeline, life failing her an instant too soon as the wounds she had born were too great. The paladin had rushed forth to her aid, but it had been too late. It was then the three of them had decided to venture on and seek out whatever had been slaughtering those poor souls in such manner, letting them to rot. It had soon become apparent that a Trollish warband was the source, and that the small hostel had been the home of those that lay scattered on the road. They had tried to flee them, in vain.

    Enraged by the slaughter, the three of them had lunged out against the Trolls, leaving none standing, and burned their corpses so that they would not rise again. They had searched the stables, sheds and the main house for any trace of the beasts. That’s when they found the girl, scared to death, in hiding under her bed as Trolls stomped across the room. The small girl was saved, and in the light of the burning hostel, the dead were gathered and granted their final peace. The good doctor had been kind enough to take the child in as his apprentice. He would care for her well-being, the paladin knew that well. And neither of them would be alone again.

    The smile faded as swiftly as it had come as the paladin donned the helmet. At least in that they had not failed. She looked behind herself at the closed gates of Norwick, then drew both blade and shield, ready for the road. She had to remain strong and vigilant, continue her duties to the best of her abilities. Helm willed it so.

    Yet it was difficult… The paladin walked on, deep in thought. The lone fool bandit had apparently watched her and seen his chance. She was drawn back to reality by the clang of his steel on her armour. It had been his sole mistake to underestimate his opponent this much. The paladin sighed again, looking at her hand a moment that had thrust her blade deep in his chest. It was well-trained, and the action had been instinctive. If at all, she was trained to bring death. “No… to oppose those who wish to do so, to protect the weak” With that, she shrugged away the thought, turning to continue on her way. Yet the knight could not move. Her vision was failing her, her surrounding blurring away before her. She clenched her teeth, trying to shrug off the feeling. It couldn’t be poison, the bandit had not drawn her blood at all. Or had he?

    She tried to step forward, but her legs were heavy, as if the whole world suddenly rested upon her. With a groan she plunged her blade down, leaning on it in an effort to stay upright. Everything around her was turning. A familiar shape came rushing down the road as she willed herself to remain standing. Anakore… through the fog before her eyes she could barely make out his face. She raised a hand to him, trying hard not to let him see how hard she was struggling. The last the paladin could feel were her legs failing her as she hit the ground. Then, all turned to darkness.

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    [private letter to Eram Meynolds, Head Priest at the Temple of Helm, Jiyyd]
    _Sir Eram,

    I trust you have remained strong with our Lord Helm, as always.

    I must speak with you on urgent matters concerning the Faithfull and the town of Jiyyd. To the best of my extent I cannot bring myself to put to you in writing what has occurred. Let it be known that a great evil lies beneath the town, and that up to now, we, as vigilant guardians of our Lord, have failed to withstand it.

    Therefor I urge you to swiftly arrange upon a time when we can meet.

    Until then, I remain at your service.

    [signed]
    Shane Andryl_

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    Journal Entry #57 – The Lurking in the Deep

    Strange reports of possible undead operations have come to me through miss Nalum this day. From her words, I have gathered that a creature of sorts, vampire most likely, has taken refuge in the swamps. She has come to me in fear for her life, as herself and her companions have faced if, and were granted their lives by it in return for a given task to be completed within a month. It would appear that the month is due, yet neither of them are willing to complete the task given, to retrieve a certain gem, out of fear of what they might bring forth.

    Miss Nalum is safe within the confinements of our home for now. I will…

    [several pages have been carefully torn out of the journal at this point, and the following has been added to the bottom of the page, from the same hand, but apparently hastily scribbled.]

    My honor is my life… forfeit now at the mercy of Lord Helm.

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    Journal Entry #56

    Finally I sit at our fire again, out of this armor and close to home and heart. The journey has taken me near to two months in the whole, so to see Jiyyd safe and my husband in good health has been most heartwarming. Yet even as I have barely had the time to refresh myself, the news of the past two months has come to me. And with every word I hear of it, I curse the failed result of my own venture, and the fact that it has diverted me from home for so long.

    War has been in Jiyyd. War with the Orcs that had been at the gates at my departure. From what I’ve been told, it has erupted only hours after. Sam and miss Lucia have died, fallen in duel over the fate of Jiyyd, their fate up to now unknown. A paladin by the name of Darian Stalwart has come to these lands to investigate Sam’s demise. From what he has told me, there is more at hand than seems at first. Yet I must learn more before I can draw any valid conclusions.

    Furthermore the lands have been beset by the darker races of the deep, and it would seem that the Drow are near, posing a large threat to us all. The assaults on the Temple haven’t stopped. I hear of undead risings, of bone constructs having been called by an unknown force from the well. These lands are no more in mere turmoil, they have lost the control of common sense and have fallen into pure chaos. There is much work to be done, if we are to overcome what may still lie ahead.

    Tonight I will try to meet with sir Eram and Kanen for an update on these matters. Atleast some good news has been brought as well, as it would appear that Kanen has been able to overcome the Lich in Minthas Rhelgor. Atleast this menace has been dealt with. May the Watcher grant us insight, and guard us all against the storms ahead.

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    Journal Entry #50

    I have left our home this night, for news has come to my attention on the group calling itself the Black Hand. One of their operatives has been reported in the vicinity, so I must move swiftly. If the news proves valid and I can apprehend him, he could shed more light on them. Speed and silence are required in this, as they have eluded us too many times already.

    The Orcs had been at the gates right before I was to depart. They have been stopped for now, but one of their commanders uttered warnings of war. I pray Jiyyd will remain safe while I am gone. May Helm guard them all.

    Journal Entry #51

    For the first time I can share a hot meal and a warm bed again. A week has passed through rain and cold, as the trail has led me beyond the Nars and the barren lands beyond it, to the small hamlet where I have taken up lodgings for the night. Tomorrow the search continues. Perhaps my informant will be able to shed more light on the situation, and at least provide me with a fitting description of the person I seek. For tonight, I can but think of home, and hope that all is well.

    Journal Entry #52

    This search has become more troublesome than I had imagined. Yet all evidence points to the fact that I am indeed on the right track. My informant was found dead this morning, a knife in the back having been his fate. Apparently my presence has not come as unnoticed as I had wished it to be. Although he has not been able to speak on the matters at hand, the tracks lead further east, back into the wilds. Two men of this town have been reported missing as well. Perhaps my quarry is amongst them.

    I have hired the skills of a decent tracker to assist me in the hunt. He keeps rather to himself, but he is skilled enough in having lead us this far, and at least he can listen to the reason of coin for his efforts.
    We leave at once, when the horses are packed and ready. I dare not send word home for now, as it is quite apparent that trust is futile in these parts. The Hand must learn as little as possible of my current search, lest all efforts become in vain.

    Journal Entry #53

    After more than a week of chase, we are finally closing in on our quarry’s trail. The fire we came across a few hours ago was still hot to the touch, and it would seem to have been left in a hurry. The trail still points to two men, so I can but assume that this operative had an affiliate nearby. It would be most pleasing to catch both, as they could perhaps divulge some crucial information towards the whereabouts of the Black Hand quarters. We must be careful now not to make any mistakes. As long as the weather holds, we might be able to catch them by nightfall.

    Journal Entry #54

    Damnation as fate appears against us in this, for the trail is gone. Our quarry has fled our sights, and no trace of him remains. We discovered their camp for the night quite easily, as the fools had left their fire burning. We decided to wait until they had fallen asleep, to minimize the chances of escape. Yet the weather was once more against us in this. We were forced to move in sooner as mist began settling quickly in these woods. We caught them by surprise initially, and it seemed like the battle would be won sooner than it had begun, when one of the two men evaded my prayers of silence and darkened the area, leaving is disoriented. I heard a muffled cry and tried to lunge out, but found nothing. When the darkness lifted, one of the men lay dead on the ground, the other gone from sight. We tried to catch his trail again, but none was left. It was as if he had vanished into thin air. There is nothing left to do now but return and call off the search, for in these wilds, there is no further hope of regaining the trail within due time. Over a month has passed on this already, and I cannot allow my attention to be diverted from Jiyyd any longer. I can but hope that the man does not alert his superiors towards my presence here, yet I fear that such are idle hopes indeed.

    Journal Entry #55

    We have returned at the small village from where the search had begun, and here I part ways with my companion. I have paid him handsomely for his skills and his silence. Tonight I will remain here, and make my provisions for the return back home.

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    Journal Entry #49

    Peace has been our part for the last few days, peace wished for and granted at last. Peace enjoyed, even if it is to be but brief. My days have been filled with negotiations, as funds need to be raised for the construction of new watchtowers. Ties with the Red Army are tightening, and such can only prove to be beneficial to the town of Jiyyd.

    Yet dark news has come to my attention as well, for one of our own has become the target for murder, and the Temple, however glorious it may stand now, has become grounds for desecration and ill practices. Such can and will not be ignored. We must all be vigilant now, as I am certain more is yet to come.

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    Journal Entry #48 – A Wedding Party Disrupted

    The feast erupted with loud cheers and well-wishings as friends gathered all around to celebrate this memorable day. I was proud to now stand beside the man that I have come to love, to call him husband now, and both the look in his eyes and his loving hold told more truth than any word ever could in that he felt alike. Yet even with so many friends and all the valiant hearts gathered, none could stop the disaster that struck amidst all joy, as pitch black darkness fell over us, and I could feel his warming touch no more.

    My heart stopped in fear a moment as realization came to mind, and when the darkness lifted, the truth was shown: he was gone. My husband now, Bottesini, who had been sitting with me and holding my hand but a moment before, was gone from our midst, vanished in thin air. All rushed to arms, scattering around the town to find any trace as Sam handed me armor and sword, standing ready to my defense. Soon, word came that a strange being had been noticed just a moment before the darkness fell, and that a mysterious pillar of light was seen at the ruins of Minthas Rhelgor, and but a moment later a slight gust of wind drew me in that direction. Knowing Helm to be on our side I set out at once, bent on returning him to our midst. Most of those that had come to the feast now followed, weapon at ready, angered to such a sheer sign of defiance as to disrupt a feast of wedding in such a way. We had but reached the gates of the dreaded city when battle already erupted. Men of foul hearts and minds, swearing allegiance to none but darkness, blocked our path as the accursed undead clambered down upon us. Prayers to Lords of both darkness and light clashed as steel met upon steel in such a fierce manner that only harsh anger could bring forth. All our foes were dealt with in cold blood, Helm’s might ever present against the enemy within our sight. Many fell, yet none were allowed the life after, as His will alone allowed them to stand once again. Strike after strike we made our way to the beam of light beyond. Then, one by one, we stepped through.

    We found ourselves in unknown surroundings a moment later. Plains were all around, and the lands themselves felt eerie, unwelcoming. Yet there was no time for discovery. The road was ahead, and so we made haste upon it. Suddenly we all came to a stop when a dark figure blocked our path. Those that had witnessed him swore to the fact that the being was the one seen when my love was taken. Uthger and Nails tried to subdue him as I pleaded for an explanation and demanded to know where he was held. Yet the creature merely growled, strongfully eluding both grasps and pushing myself aside with unearthly ease. We followed it’s tracks as it fled, yet it vanished to our eyes at a nearby crossing. Fate directed us away from our true path as we decided to venture on in our set direction, and came upon a ghostly town a few moments after. We searched high and low for any sign or track, but found none but the ghastly remains of the former inhabitants. Finding nothing we set out once again, leaving the town for what it was. We stumbled upon another portal soon after, and when all were gathered we once again passed through.

    Portal after portal lead us farther away from the lands we all know so well, until finally one allowed passage to an ancient construct, a temple dedicated to such dark lords that I do not even wish to recount them here. For all that we could think of it we had come to bowels of the earth. Fire raged all around as we valiantly went forward, bent on reaching our final destination, wherever it might be. Once more we came upon portals, a set of two side by side. It was there that fate struck me once again, as the decision was called for to split up and try each of the portals before us…

    I stepped through the one in front, and found myself in Norwick but a moment later. The choice had been wrong, and towards this day I can not bear to forgive myself for allowing this mistake to be. I made my way back to Jiyyd and to the very gates of Minthas Rhelgor. Jaroo, Eram and Yurana were waiting there, having stepped through the same portal and failed as well. We tried to learn if the portal still existed as it was our only further lead, while I prayed that the others had not made the same choice.
    My prayers were heard soon after as my heart was filled with the knowledge of his safety: I knew he was alive, and home.

    He stood there, exhausted and weary, along with Bacelar and Uthger. Fate had dealt it’s hand, and they had succeeded where I had been able to but watch in the shadow. I hold my utmost gratitude towards their valiancy, for they have returned what was denied. May Helm shield them from any dangers from this day forth.

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    Journal Entry #47 – The Wedding

    Tonight the long awaited moment has finally come to pass. Through all that has been and all that is yet to be, the bond we share has been forged under Helm’s Watchful Eye, sealed by the love that we both hold deeply. From now on, I call him husband, and he calls me wife. Yet with all that has been against us, even this night was not granted in peace. It is a whimsical path that fate leads us on, yet for all I know to be right, it cannot hold us apart. Once more the bridge has been conquered, and with all that our foes would lay in our way, it but brings us closer once again. The Gods have watched over this union, and they have smiled upon it and on the hearts that it would bind. I feel him closer than ever now, a bond forged beyond the boundaries of what mortality could bear. Even when our roads do part - as they too often do - I know he is well, I feel it in my heart, and that feeling alone brings the joy and peace that both of us have so long craved for.

    The road from the Helm’s Hold had been long and tiring, yet fate and good fortune had speeded my safe return, as it remained uneventful until the gates of Jiyyd once more loomed in the distance. The summons had been welcomed when I left, but the month away from home and heart had been long and tiring. As such, it was to my joy when I pushed open the wooden gates that sealed Jiyyd from the outside, only to see my love foremost already standing there, awaiting my return in both smile and anxiety for what was to pass when darkness would come. The day itself was filled with many a thing as the final preparations neededto be made, yet even as both good and bad wishes came our way, and when near to anything that could go wrong seemed to happen, all was set in time for the ceremony at hand.

    As the time drew near and the temple, finally being in the glory that it deserves, was gradually filling with friends, loved ones and brothers both in arms and faith, I took to myself in final prayer. It was then that I knew for sure that the choice had been right, that even the Gods this day smiled upon this union, as I felt His presence near once again, casting away whatever fears or doubts I might still have had with but a slight breeze. ”He is watching, always…” It was faint, yet I heard, and knew it to be more truth than anything else, for but a moment later His grace filled my heart once more with pride and strength, as the voices softly whispered His blessings towards this day. A few moments later, the rumors in the temple halls beyond fell silent, as Kanen opened the door in sign that the ceremony was about to begin. It was with a sense of pride and dignity that I took my steps into the shining halls, and laid eyes once more upon my love, the look in his own granting me all the strength I needed to take the final steps towards the altar, sir Eram, and him. All turned to silence when Eram looked upon the crowd and then us both in warm smile, his calm voice glamoring through the hall…

    “We are now gathered to celebrate the wedding between Bottesini Lichmar and Lady Shane Andryl” . The words came gently, yet brought us all to attention as they marked the beginning of the ceremony that would bind us under Helm’s grace. In recognition, he spoke a few words of thanks to all that contributed to towards the Temple’s renovation, as surely without them we would not have been blessed with our presence within it’s walls this day. After a silent prayer was called for in gratitude, Eram continued.

    ”Through the teachings of Helm, the bond that we celebrate is one of protection, trust and watchfulness. Thus, the couple will anticipate each other's needs. Moreover, they will be dedicated and loyal. They will protect one another. Finally, they will share their joys, pains, hardships and friendships. Through these teachings, they will know, experience, receive and give love under Helm's Watchful Eye. Let it be known, if you wish to stop this union to take place, talk now or be silent forever…” With a gentle, loving look we awaited the silence, and the look in his eyes told me more than I needed to know. Not a single word would be raised, for we knew it to be right. Yet the moment of silence, however short, seemed to last a lifetime, before Eram’s voice broke it once more.

    ”Bottesini Lichmar, do you wish to be with Lady Shane Andryl, to laugh and cry with her, to cherish her and finally love her until death and beyond ?” He looked upon me with a gentle smile, his voice soft in reply as he stated his own wish to do so. “And nothing more”. It was but a moment later that the same question was posed once more, this time directed to my own. ”Lady Shane Andryl, do you wish to be with Bottesini Lichmar, to laugh and cry with him, to cherish him and finally love him until death and beyond ?” The words came sooner than I would even think them, and with pride I stated my own. ”I do so wish it.” Eram smiled as he called Zak - one of my truest friends since I came to these lands - to bring forth the rings, offering his blessings to them on the altar before handing them to us. After we both fulfilled our part in exchanging the rings to one another, it was with joy that Eram spoke his final words, allowing us to seal the union with that gentle kiss that has been lying in want for all this time. ”With the powers invested in me through Helm, the Vigilant One, I now pronounce you husband and wife. You can now kiss the bride….”

    [OOC:I wanted to write this up as it was, just because of the great efforts that Fishel has made towards all of this in playing the role of Eram. Thanks for that!]

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    Journal Entry #46

    The White Wraith, Mel’hrus, Jubei: three names that sound distant, yet I know the meaning all too well. Kanen has spoken on them before, and I know of the ill that they mean not only to himself directly, but to the Order and the lands of Narfell. Yet from this day on, they will sound closer than ever before.

    Much has passed in so few days, and there still is much to learn. Sam has shed some light on the matters concerning the orb which has been entrusted to Kanen by Roubanes. I have been told of by him of a plan that might root these assassins of the White Wraith out. But to all that I hold dear, it does not bode well. It matters not to me whether or not this plan would involve my husband to be, although I do fear for his life should it spring into action. It just does not feel right, the course of action is not one that I would ever consider taking, not in my wildest dreams, as it involves too much chance and too little certainty to success. Yet somehow, I know that it may be the only way. We must gather a meeting with Kanen soon, and discuss the options that lie ahead. Although the burden is theirs, they cannot stand alone in this no more. For this, these vile beasts have caused too much already. Their intrusion into Kanen’s house just this night proves once more what a threat they pose. And if what Sam says is true, if they truly hold the Crystallis Draco, then we cannot afford to wait any longer.

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    Journal Entry #45 – Riddles in the Dark

    Amidst all that seems important off late, what occurred this day may indeed seem but trivial. Yet even the smallest things can sometimes prove to be the largest in manner or mind.

    It was a simple “Well met” that turned the head of the joyful hin. I had seen him often in town already, always running from here to there and back again. It was calm, the Orcs were even keeping their peace near the East road for a change, so the casual conversation was a fine change indeed. Johan he said his name was, and he eagerly told me of his reputation as being the finest errand-runner in these parts. The proud look on his face told me enough truth to his words. It soon became quite apparent though that the hin was plagued with problems, as the proud look vanished as quickly as it had come as well. He told me of 2 errands he had needed to do earlier, and of the problems he had encountered. He had been asked to bring a ring to the Head of Council here in Jiyyd, as a gift from the mayor of Norwick, to ensure good relations between the two towns.

    Instead of delivering the ring directly, he had decided to finish a second errand first, which had involved cleaning the house of the deceased bard, Adam Bromley. He had lost the ring there to rats that had scurried to the upper rooms. As I wondered what a few rats would pose as threat against the young hin, he pleaded my help in retrieving the ring. There was, as he said, a security measure of sorts that was posing a bit of a problem.

    More curious than anything else, I decided to help the little one, and followed him to the house in question. I soon saw the nature of this means of defense: a mechanical monster of steel blocked the entire stairway. Instantly I knew what this creature was, as I had seen it before with the mage of Ormphur: a golem! I could understand all too well why the hin was so afraid of attempting to pass it. As I drew near, the golem turned, as if a spell of sorts set it in motion, and with a cold clattering voice it echoed a request for an answer to three riddles, were I to gain passage beyond it. As common sense dictated that my sword, however fine and sharp it might be, would not be able to even scratch the surface of this massive steel giant, and as I had no wish to feel the metal fist pounding in to me, I decided to try my luck in riddle first.

    The answer to the first question posed came faster than the voice had been able to die away. It was obvious, and I but hoped that the rest would prove as such as well. The second question though brought such wavering to my mind that I needed to reflect on it. Perhaps it was the hin’s shuffling and scurrying about that distracted me to the matter, but I nearly feared that steel would need to meet steel when the answer came through the fog that clouded it’s true meaning. After this, the third question posed was but a final obstacle to take, the answer clear as water as my mind had awakened once more to the matters that lay beyond. Without further notion, the massive steel giant moved aside, allowing us passage. The ring was swiftly recovered, the rats dealt with to the hin’s great joy.

    However trivial this might have been, I can but reflect on what would have happened had this ring not been returned. If word of it had come out, either the hin would have been marked a thief, or Jiyyd been branded a liar… and only the Gods know what could have come from that. Towards this end, it might not have been so trivial after all. The question still remains though what to do with the golem itself. Though it’s task is done, it still stands quietly in the house. Perhaps the Ormphur mage will know an answer.

    After all, he holds such a warden as well.

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    Journal Entry #44

    Helm is with me this day. I know it and feel it as never before. I am strong within His grace as His warmth even now fills my heart and soul. I know once more the path that I must take. With all the darkness that looms before, and all the dark tidings that have come, many of which I cannot even as such speak of yet, I know there is light beyond. In the end, we will overcome. And into that knowledge I continue upon the path that He has laid down before me.

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    Journal Entry #42

    Juno… we have never been friends, such can be said in the least. I had hoped beyond all hopes that during the last few months he had gained some sense, and calmed down. Yet I believe the happenings off late, with Adela having part in them as well for sure, have finally driven him over the edge. He walks around raving, his hatred clear enough. Yet now, he has gone too far.

    The paladin Alia, fellow knight of both faith and the Order, has been in his grasp, and from what I’ve learned from her, he has clearly gone insane. I feel that confrontation is soon to be. His words have become more spiteful, meant for nothing else but to lure me into battle. I can only pray that when the day comes, Helm shall grant the victory.

    Journal Entry #43

    The temple is nearing completion, the final preparations are well under way. And with it, the bond between man and wife shall soon be forged. The time has come to plan ahead for the day to come. Soon, all that was will be left behind, leaving the path clear for what the future might hold instead. I have sent word to my father’s home. Even in this time, when I have declined all that was rightfully mine, they have the right to know.

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    Journal Entry #41

    Defilement!

    My hands tremble with the anger that comes to mind even as I put this to writing. A curse upon the damned for such an act of heresy, praise to Helm for the punishment that was dealt through my hand. To find His Altar defiled, especially now when reconstructions have finally begun, has pained me more than the chill of death could ever do. The culprit has found his death, we tracked him down straight into the ruins of what once was Minthas Rhelgor. Towards that end, I have a good idea of what motivations had lead that heretic - I can not think of any word that would be more suited in description of such a despicable mind - towards his final act. The damage has been undone, the filth around cleaned, I have made certain of it myself. Yet I know the message to be clear.

    The task had but just finished, and I had but barely taken a rest at the well to calm the moods, when Ragrin came rushing towards for aid, screaming out of foul abominations that had come from the swamps. Bottesini and I rushed towards the scene, followed by Validus, Rick and Luna, to find the devil hounds that had scared poor Ragrin so much. Creatures of shadow, black as night, their eyes flaring with the fiendish taint that drove them. They were dealt with swiftly, but we knew what was to come. A portal had appeared in the swamps, or these creatures would not have found their way from the Netherworlds to here. We were with but a handful, and although we knew that whatever lurked beyond could mean death to us all, we could not allow the portal to remain. I prayed to Helm for His guard, and we ventured on…

    The battle was hard and painful. The fiends had come a plenty, and creatures that I can only refer to as stalkers as they are so oblivious that they easily elude any sight dealt harsh blows. Yet even as the tides turned darker than we could handle, all remained but Luna. I thank Helm unto this day that she had the strength of fear to guide her away from the horrors that we endured. I only wish that the others had been so fearfullas well. But I must respect them, for even when death and defeat drew near they remained standing alongside, and even well no more prayers could be called out and when sting upon sting weakened us to the point where we could no longer stand, they found the courage to fight on. We prevailed in the end, Bottesini’s mastery of the Arcane closed the portal that had allowed these abominations entry, but even as we tried to fall back with the last strengths that we could muster, defeat drew near. I heard Rick’s cries first, and even when I tried to muster all strength that Helm would still allow in saviour of his life, I saw my love fall down as well, his foe too strong for even him to overcome. Validus still stood, his armor thick in blood, and side by side we tried to fend off what remained. Yet even as my blade cut deep once again, I felt the icy sting of death as the pain seared through my back. With my last look on what around, I saw Validus fall onto his knees. In victory, we had failed.

    I saw the light of life again under Tyr’s grace in Peltarch, lost for coin and a bit worse for wear, but alive and well. The others, and the one I have come to love… they were amongst us soon enough again. Luna had been able to find help in the guise of both Zora and Equinox amongst others, and through the help of good friends death has been avoided once more. At least we succeeded in closing the portal. I can but fear what might have been had we not remained for the sake of the town. It has shown the valiancy that even the weakest heart can hold in times of need.

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    Journal Entry #40

    I have seen Validus today, and I thank Helm, for reason has come to his senses. For hours we have spoken on what was his heart’s desire, and in time he has seen the truth in what he had accomplished. Yet I have seen today how far a burdened heart can drive a man into acts of near insanity. When I left him to think on what he had done, he decided for himself to make peace with his brother’s passing in the only way that he saw fit: he took his own life.

    I found his body in the swamps of Jiyyd, face down in the water. It had been the only way he could have seen to bid his brother farewell. He had gone himself to that distant place where none but the torment of death can be found. I took his remains to Vroka, and Helm be thanked that she was still able to bring life to his body once more. His will was strong enough to see what life might still offer him.

    I know he is at peace now. His task accomplished, his farewell granted. Through the sorrow that has been his part, Glaeken can now finally rest. But the cost was high, too much for any mortal man to bear alone.

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    Journal Entry #39

    Sam’s Hill is widely known as a beacon of strength and determination all over Narfell, as it has been the place where so long ago, many a valiant soul has stood in defense against the bandits that scour the Nars. It was the place where Sam defied their presence, and where battle after battle was fought until finally the bandits had given in. Many a tale has come to my ears on how bravely all fought and finally overcame.

    But now, so many years after these events, the bandits have become all the more aggressive again. Several times now they have laid siege to the Hill once more, having claimed it their own in defiance of those that oppose them. Tonight their claims have been thwarted once more. I have stood there, amongst many a brave heart and strong arm, together with Sam to hold this point of defense. Wave after wave of these outlaws tried to root us from our post, yet we remained standing. For hours on, well into the dawning of the new day, the battle raged on, and while many fell, the prayers of faith kept us standing. Blow after blow was dealt towards outlaw and heretic alike, rain after rain of archery fire endured, while the skies soared with the crackling of the Arcane, and our hearts were bolstered by the cries of faith all around. Helm was strong amongst us, and with His aid, victory has come.

    The Hill remains as it is, a beacon for the wary traveller as he knows that safety is once more near.

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    Journal Entry #38

    Glaeken Triskanglikus.

    The name sounds far and distant to me, a mere pointer to a face briefly seen and long forgotten, the name of a man long dead. Yet now it brings more questions than any answer can provide, for it is the source to the voices that have come to me in the dark of night when all else was quiet, a distant cry of help for reasons as of yet unknown. Today those voices have come again, stronger than any time before, and they have lead me to Helm’s sanctuary. It was there that once more the knowledge of what lies beyond has revealed itself in a most strange manner.

    It was well night when I arrived there, and neither did I have time to see what might be, when the reason to my questions appeared before me, the shadow of the young man that I had but briefly seen before, yet somehow quaintly familiar. Helm’s grace did allow him to be there, the calling of His name did not bid him to leave, and towards that reason I awaited to learn what has been, and what might be still. He spoke to me, the voice faint and distant, as if it took him more strength than he could muster to even allow all this be. I learned his name then, Glaeken, and learned the story of his demise. I learned that he had been brother to Validus, a young man whom I have come to know well over the last few weeks. He told me how he had spent his life in service of Tyr, and I learned of his downfall, as he had fallen in the lair that the goblin witch Skara calls her home. His body had never been recovered, and it was for certain that his bones would now lie amongst the many other, gnawed upon by those foul creatures. Yet it was not the reason for his appearance.

    He told me of his brother Validus, and of the pain that a brother would feel towards the passing of his kin. Validus had been striving for a long time now to try and recover his brother’s life, and had sent his prayers high so that the Gods themselves might know. His pain had denied Glaeken the life beyond under Tyr’s grace, as time and again this lost soul found himself trapped in the realms between, where life or death is decided by the whims of Gods and demons alike. For months now Glaeken had been waning, and soon, he would loose all strength that he could still muster, lost in oblivion for all times. He pleaded me there to reason with Validus, to show him the error of his way, to allow his brother his final peace.

    I do not know if my words will be enough to bring reason to a heart filled with the pain of loss. Most probably, he will not even believe me, for his mind would be set on only this. Validus would surely perish should he try to recover the bones of what was once his brother. He lacks the strength and the will for it, yet determination can drive a man to foolish acts. For all I know, I must try. The dead should be granted their final peace.

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    Journal Entry #37

    Between all that looms in the darkness, a shed of light comes at times as well, spreading joy to one’s heart as quickly as it would drive away the troubles within.

    The last few months have driven us more closely than I could ever have dared to even think off. Yet today, all fear off the past is gone, all doubts as to where fate might lead us wiped away with but a few words. This day, he has overcome what ever fears he holds inside, for amongst the two of us and under Helm, he has asked my hand in marriage. By all that I know to be right and true, I cannot refuse this any longer. When reconstruction of the Temple has completed, I will allow the vows of marriage to seal the bond that already holds us so close. I shall then be Bottesini’s wife.

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    I have already said this (Atleast I believe I have)

    Most excellent work Shane 😄

    (yeah, yeah.. I know.. But I wanted to say something good too :))

    begins to chuckle evily Now I just need to "persuade" her to write my name more oft.. Oh wait.. You're still listening.. whistles innocently and wanders off