3. A Quest for Tyr - Kara Willendt's Diary

A Quest for Tyr - Kara Willendt's Diary


  • _((OOC - Damn, I’ve written a lot in these past few weeks. So far I’ve been keeping up with my goal of posting one entry per game session. Since I play almost everyday, that means that I spend a good amount of my free time writing diary entries. I haven’t written this long and consistently for quite a while. RPing Kara has been a great experience which has inspired me to write these long diary entries. I write because I really do enjoy it, and it helps me to sort out what the character is thinking and feeling. The praise I’ve gotten is great too. I’d say also the XP, but as you can see it’s been a LONG time since Gimley or any other DM has actually awarded me any (I think it’s been almost 3 weeks now).

    I’m a bit stuck on something though. I’m not sure how I want Kara to overcome her Fear. She has been getting a lot of help from Braeth and her friends, but truly, I don’t see their help as the final solution. Right now, her Fear is causing two problems. The first is that when she is confronting the focal point of the Fear (the events at the well, especially Justinia) she is overtaken by the intense fear and runs around like a scared little girl. The second is that her confidence is still pretty shattered, as can be evidenced by the hard time she is having casting spells. The way I see it, she needs to regain that confidence and then confront her Fear head on. Now, how to exactly do that?

    BTW, as of this entry and counting all the OOC comments I’ve made throughout it, I’ve written about 25 pages if you use the default template in MS Word.))_

    Entry 23 -

    I’ve been more relaxed lately. Only because nobody has mentioned Her around me. It felt good not to suddenly go into a fit, although I did almost get overwhelmed once. Just some people talking about the events that happened while I was present, but they understandably stopped the conversation as they saw it bothered me.

    Vashere requested to talk to Braeth, Erugar, myself, and another person who’s name I don’t recall. He wanted to tell us about some things concerning the well. He told of how there used to be an ancient and powerful civilization many, many years ago on the very spot that Narfell is located. These ancients had weapons of great power. There is an evil power under the well, possibly the same power that controls Vinessa. This power is seeking one of the ancient weapons.

    Oddly, Vashere does not know about the events that took place around the well that led to my insanity. If Braeth doesn’t talk to him later about it, I think I’ll have to show him what I wrote in my journal. I know it’d be better to try to tell myself, but I’d rather not recall the memories and temp the Fear to overtake me again.

    In lighter news, Braeth and I did some footwork to get things prepared for the Elven Bonding ritual. We were able to have the local tailor craft us very wonderful outfits from an elven silk. The clothing looks absolutely stunning. The green is so vivid and shimmers different shades as light hits it from various angles. And the cloth feels as light as a feather, and smoother than anything I’ve ever known. We also made a trip south to the Elven encampment so that Braeth could talk to Rethe, the elder. Members of the Legion accompanied us. Rethe promised to get the necessary bracelet for the ceremony, but said he’d be unable to perform it because he does not know how to adapt it to include a human in the bonding. But he did tell us who could find that out, the wizard of Spellweaver Keep. So back to town we returned, and talked to him. I was a bit uncomfortable being in the Keep again, as it is connected to the terrible memories of that awful night, but I was able to remain calm. The wizard was happy to hear of our love for each other and promised to research the proper ritual for us and perform it.

    Unfortunately, only those of Elven blood, and myself of course, are going to be allowed to attend the ceremony. We will also have a human wedding ceremony that everyone will be invited to at a later date though. I know Braeth asked Wilhelm and Erelad to be in attendance, but I think I need to invite Karion, if possible. Karion was one of the first friends I made when I arrived in Norwick, and the fact that he was trying to have me raised when I first died proves that he is a great friend. It would be a shame if he wasn’t invited.

    Oh! More good news. Cera is back in town, and she’s given birth to a wonderful daughter. The little girl’s name is Sakura. Cera told me that after the awful night she went to a city called Sigel. I never heard of the place, but I’m glad that she did find some place to be safe. I told her of how the night had scarred my mind and I went insane. Cera responded that I should not worry, I’ll become as sane as Mojo within time. Now I’m not sure if a talking voice in your head is sane, but to her it is. Heck, I think I’d rather have a voice like Mojo in my head instead of seeing phantom demons on every person…


  • Entry 22 -

    I’m sorry for the abrupt end of the last entry. My demon world clawed at me again. Just thinking about… Her... conjures unbelievable fear in me. I see her in my mind, as a demon... and then the phantom demons overtake reality...as the fear grips me... I can’t shove the demon of Her from my mind like I can with everyone else. Hers is the one demon that was True. Can’t help that I died while trying to reason with Her.

    It shames me how I turn into such a pathetic, crazed fool who’s driven so blindly by fear. Braeth keeps saying it’s not my fault, but it partially is. I let the fear overcome me and now I have to fight to drive it away. It tires me so.

    I was quite surprised when I saw Ruri today. She has no demon image. Braeth has long been the only person I see fully as a normal person without a phantom demon in my mind. This is because he was my one hope that held a shred of sanity when my mind was shattered. But now Ruri doesn’t have one. I couldn’t help but voice my wonder at seeing another face without a demon. I realized I was not making any sense to people who heard me, even Coin. And considering Coin has spent lots of time with Cera, I really must have sounded like a lunatic.

    So I explained to him how I had lost my sanity for a while, and talked about the events that lead to my death, though it was painful to recall them. They conjure the Fear and demons... But I stayed strong enough to ignore the Fear. I had a purpose in trying to recall what happened. I had a feeling that something that happened that night kept my mind from forming a demon image of Ruri. When I got to the part where I died, I immediately realized what it was.

    She died that night as well. I have a vague memory of seeing her on the Fugue plane with me. I’m so glad that I solved that mystery, but now I have two more questions. How can this new revelation be used to help end my torturous Fear? And who was that other person who died? I know there was another with me on the Fugue plane, but I can’t recall the face.

    The next paragraph’s penmanship gets progressively shakier

    Many times today did the Fear overtake my mind. I must be driving Braeth crazy, but he just says some words of encouragement and helps give me strength to return to reality. Most of the times it was because J ink blot because She was mentioned in my presence. But I also ink blot and jagged line So hard to write it, but must. I m ust b e stro ng.

    To day I saw JuSTinIa.

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  • ((OOC - Cera is right. It is fun playing a person who isn’t quite right in the head. ^.^ ))

    Penmanship has improved for the most part. The writing seems only to be rough when writing about something fearful.

    Entry 21 -

    I’ve realized in these past few days how much I truly missed living as a normal person and seeing friendly faces. It’s odd though, returning to having a normal life is like putting on an old shirt. The shirt just doesn’t feel like it fits the same as remembered.

    Braeth and I left the inn today and we headed toward the well. He was suddenly attacked for no apparent reason by a person. He knocked the attacker out, but when the man awoke, he proceeded to attack Braeth again! Braeth was about to arrest the man, but he ran away. Braeth wondered why he did that. I offered that perhaps the man was crazed by fear like I was, but instead of fleeing, he chose to fight.

    I then turned to walk toward the well, as I saw Kanen and Seven there and wanted to speak with them. The lights… they still appear around the well. I just have to keep reminding myself that they aren’t real now. Kanen and Seven were glad to see me, and Kanen even had a few of my belongings that I lost when I was killed... on that... night. Just some of my outfits and my healer’s kit. It was comforting to see the two concerned about me.

    Kanen then asked Seven if she’d like to accompany him to the Nars Pass to fight off some bandits. Braeth asked if he and I could also join them. I think he was wanting me to get into battle to build up my courage again. I just wish he didn’t brag about my healing being helpful. I’m still stumbling on the simplest of prayers and chants. Not wanting to disappoint Braeth, I agreed to go. A halfling swordswoman by the name of Drudd also joined us. She has a rough personality at first, but I think she’s a good person at heart. Definitely very skilled with her sword. The only thing that worries me is that Kanen told me that she’s spoken a few times to... to Vinessa.

    We traveled the Nars Pass, driving off the bandits very easily. I doubt I was much help though. Braeth’s bow seemed to fell bandits before I even realized they were there. Kanen, Seven, and Drudd also seemed to bring bandits to their knees in only one or two blows. I flung as many rocks as I could at some bandits, which I suppose at least distracted a few. At one point I was being attacked by two bandits, and got hit pretty hard, but the others were ready to defend me as I fell back. I tried a couple of times to chant a healing spell, but again, I tripped up on a few words, much to my disappointment.

    Braeth had to leave, and the rest of us returned to town and sat by the well. I told Kanen of how I still see images of demons on top of the real people that I see. He jokingly replied that it was the first time he’s ever been called a demon. “Time will heal your wounds,” he says as he saw my sadness at the situation. But how long? After all, time was what allowed the wounds to dig deep. I appreciate his kindness though.

    People shouted of how Atol was on a ramage through the Nars Pass. He apparently traveled down and killed a person at the mine. Many people gathered at the North Gate to plan a party to drive the chief of the bandits back. I went there to see them off, but I wasn’t going to go. Atol is too powerful a foe for me to handle, especially in my condition. Karion also arrived. He kind of startled me at first though. The helmet he wore made the demon image start to come to life, but as soon as I heard his voice and he removed the helm, the fear subsided.

    I talked with him for a few minutes, telling him of my unfortunate troubles. Then something Kanen said seemed to carry through the many conversations going on and rang out in my head. Suddenly, all I could see around me were demons, and fear was squeezing my heart. The paralyzing nightmare world washed over me for a few minutes, though it felt like an eternity. After reality returned to me, I found myself collapsed on the ground with Karion hovering over me.

    He was very worried about what happened, and I told him how something Kanen said had caused the attack. Karion wasn’t sure what it could have been, and said how Kanen’s been worried about a missing paladin. Something about what he said tugged at me, not just fear but also concern. I have many paladin friends. So I asked him to elaborate. All I can remember of what he next said are the words “sUCcubUs” and “Ju jagged line running across the page


  • ((OOC - Well, I had fun RPing an insane Kara. I’m actually quite flattered that I had search parties looking for me. Of course, as you will see from this latest entry, Kara’s not clear of her problem yet. Oh, and this took too long to write, mostly because I got distracted by The Man in the Iron Mask_, but party because it's huge and full of emotion.))_

    The penmanship of this entry is rough, giving the impression that the author is trying to reacquaint herself with the act of writing.

    Entry 20 -

    It feels strange to be writing again. It’s good, but it feels like years ago when I wrote my last entry. In actuality, only 6 weeks have past since the fateful day that fueled the nightmares that haunted me. They haunt me still, but now I have the strength to fight them.

    In the days that followed the madness at the well, I hid in the woods, fearing for my life. The events of that day terrified me, and the terror seemed even greater after I was raised. The images I witnessed that day sank into my very soul, chilling it. During the day, I had little to eat, surviving on the food rations I carried and berries and fruit I was able to find. Every night, the images replayed themselves in my dreams, tearing at my mind. Progressively, the nightmares got worse, as my fears and deluded mind fueled them with more horrifying images.

    The nightmares… It hurts so much to think about them, the fear is so paralyzing. I must write about them though. It will do me no good to react to the fear by running from it. I’ve done that for far too long, at the expense of my sanity.

    It starts out with me visiting the well in town to see friends. Many friends appear to greet me. I think all show, but it seems I have too many friends to be sure. Braeth never appears though. We all talk, having a good time. As the day becomes night, I notice strange lights appearing around the well. Justinia and I investigate. Though I don’t make the observation in the dream they are the same lights as... as before. Then the earth shakes. I fall down. As I get helped back up, I turn to Justinia and a jagged line streaks across the page Sorry, the image… it’s so strong. I saw Justinia as as as... a demon. She tries to convince me to enter the light. I real back, turn to other friends for help, but another jagged line Demons everywhere. Another tremor, and I feel like I’m falling forever, with demons closing jagged line which turns into a rip

    I’m okay. I needed to stop for a while. Even though I know it to be a dream, it still grips my mind with an icy grasp. Pure fear is all I can feel when I’m conjure them in my head. It is this paralyzing fear that led me to madness. My lack of good food must also have played some part. I started to see the demons while awake. Every noise I heard in the woods would seem like a roar of a demonic beast. Every person, friend or foe, that I happened to see was a demon. The daytime images contributed to the fear, which made the nightmares worse, which made the day worse, etc.

    A viscious cycle that nearly stripped all of my sanity away. I lived on instinct alone for those many weeks. Quite like an animal, really. A timid rabbit. My concerns only were for a place to hide, food to eat, and staying away from the demons. Demons which seemed to be everywhere. I even believed my god had forsaken me. Of that, I feel most ashamed, and I pay for it now. I know my god hasn’t forsaken me, but I can’t help but choke when invoking his name.

    I surely would have been completely lost if it wasn’t for Braeth’s amulet. He was the only one in my dreams that was untouched by the demons, for he wasn’t there. I have great love for him, and he has for me. He gave me that amulet as a way for him to protect me even if he wasn’t there. That amulet, and the love and thoughts that were connected to it, was my small life raft in the chaotic sea of paranoia that I was adrift in.

    If I only had the courage earlier to have sought help, I may not have descended so far into my madness. It’s fortunate, then, that I did finally run out of food. Otherwise, I’d still be cowering in the woods. After I could find no more food, I realized that I would have to return to town to find some. Could you believe that I almost… I almost chose to die, rather return to a town in which I believed was full of demons. And even if I was able to find food and get out, I was still surrounded by demons. Better to die, than continue in my unending hell. Again, Braeth’s amulet saved me, by giving me enough hope that he would one day find me.

    So I returned to town, injured by bandits (to me they were demons), scared out of all my wits, and hungry enough to eat ten horses. I was able to sneak in without much notice, and proceeded to search around the town for some food. Every person I saw, appeared as a demon. The well still had it’s glowing lights in my mind. Some people approached me, wanting either help or greet me. I ran screaming, thinking a demon was going to get me. I hope people aren’t too offended at me calling them demons.

    Then, a voice called out, piercing through all the fear. It was my name, being called by Braeth. He must have heard my screaming. His voice, so full of worry and concern, stopped me in my tracks. Never in my life have I felt so much relief. I threw myself at him, breaking down and crying hysterically. He comforted me and gave me some food. Friends surrounded to make sure I was okay, but to me, they still appeared to be demons, and I’m afraid I acted as such. Braeth decided to take me to his refuge in the woods, where he could take care of me while I relax and get better.

    He fed me, comforted me, and reminded me of who I was. He even used an elven ritual to join our minds so that he could take some of the burden of my fear from me. He also proposed to me. My disappearance shook him deeply, and made him realize how much he loves me. And I slept in his arms, and it was the first peaceful nights sleep I had in a long time. The nightmare did come for me that night, but Braeth was there in my dream to take me away from it. My Braeth, my rescuer, my Love.

    Unfortunately, I’m not fully recovered. Braeth opened my mind back to reality, letting me see people for what they truly are. But the images of demons overlaps. The fear and paranoia is still in me, despite Braeth’s aid to banish it. As long as I try to concentrate on the true images, I can keep the fear away. It was harder to do so when I approached the well, though. In fact, all I could see when looking at the well is the lights. While I can ignore a demon image on, for example, Vashere, I can’t ignore the lights around the well. The lights were very real on that night I died, so the image is stronger.

    I’m not completely cured of this affliction of the mind, but I’ve at least regained much of my former life. I only hope that I’m strong enough to keep the fear away for good.


  • There appears to be some strange marks on this page, nothing resembling letters, but a few of them almost look like they could be. A large blotch of ink covers the bottom of the page.

    ((OOC - Please read the other thread I started, "A Descent into Madness - Kara's Crises" for better details of what is going on. Braeth should now be considered to have this diary in his possession and anything up to this entry can be used as IG knowledge by him.))


  • ((OOC - Warning: The following entry may contain great fits of emotion. Kara's started off okay, went bad, was starting to look hopeful, and then went straight to hell. No handbasket, that would have been too comfortable a ride. Read on and see… Yes, expect SEVERE repercussions resulting from this day. ))

    The following entry has various ink smudges from what apparently would be water drops, as if Kara was crying as she wrote it.

    Entry 19 -

    My mind reels from all that has happened tonight. Where to start? My smudgele world seems to have been turned upside dsmudge. Braeth, where are you? Though I still have smudge amulet, it brings little comfort… it’s you I need.

    Sorry, I just broke down crying again. I’m so lonely out here in the woods, yet I smudge’t dare move from my hiding place. The town… strange lights... Justinia! Too painsmudge to remember it all. Why, Justinia, w_smudge_?

    Must take my mind off it. Write about some_smudge_g else. Cera is having a baby. The father is Coin. The baby is not due for many months. The couple seem very happy, and Mojo too.

    I saw Charbonneau again… and for the last time. He told me he was going to take a journey and may not return, instructing me to see that his mentor’s relics find a place in the temple when finished. A while later, a friend, Toric I think his name was, came and gave me news that Charbonneau had fallen to the undead of the crypt. At the same time, I felt that his soul has gone to Tyr, forever leaving the mortal world behind. This is the first person close to me that has passed on, and it hit me hard. I wish Braeth was there, I needed him to hold me, but at least I had friends like Kanen, Fishel, and Toric to comfort me and offer sound words of advice. I will not cry for Charbonneau any more, as no tears are needed. He has gone to Tyr’s side, and I know he’s watching down on me. The temple shall be to honor his memory.

    I went to see Justinia to tell her of Charbonneau’s death. And… that’s... That’s when things went crazy... As we talked, I noticed strange lights form around the well. We investigated, and mo_smudge_ appeared. T_smudge_ the earth shook. Many times did smudge shake. And magics acted funny. A prayer of healing _smudge_t unanswered by Tyr. We all were frightened. Vego, Ruri, and I headed to Spellweaver Keep, as I recalled that Fishel smudge asked by Eledaar to join him there just after Fishel comforted me. Fishel, Kanen, Eledaar, and Verix were there. All engaged in working magics on a ring. smudgething about a soul. Vego, Ruri, and I decided to leave them at their work. But it was obvious that wsmudge they were doing was connected to the strange events. We headed back to the well.

    Back to Hell. Justinia w_smudge… By Tyr, I can’t smudgen write it… So painful smudge think of it… Justinia became psmudgesed by a… Tyr, why her? Wsmudge? She tried to bring others and myself to the lights. I tsmudge_ talking to her, reason with her… An explosion of magic... so much pain... smudgen darknes… I see smudge Fugue plane… Then suddenly starsmudge up at Amisee… I realize I was dead, and she revived me. I still have my bel_smudge_ings this time. Glad I didn’t lose smudge rings and amulet. Realize that I’m just past the North Gate, I head back, but hear shouting of _smudge_le seeing Vinessa. THAT WITCH! Is she the cause? Can’t go back smudge town… It’s madness to return... Madness!

    Hiding smudge woods now… Must hide...

    Braeth... I n_smudge_d you…

    Braeth...


  • Entry 18 -

    Again, the meeting to plan our temple was not to be. None of my fellow followers of Tyr were able to arrive. However, I was able to keep the day from being a waste. I met Seven, Fade, and a few others at the well. While we were talking, a person arrived, and asked if we could escort her and her friends to the mines. Kanen, Fade, Lolita, Seven, and I decided to help her. We had a nice little adventure fighting some bandits. I thought it went well, although Kanen and the others agreed that we came close to disaster when we were facing the Baron.

    When we came back I was pleased to see Karion. I haven't seen the elven ranger for quite a while. He explained that he had made a trip to Shadowdale. The trip went very well. While I was talking to Karion, I noticed Braeth approach the square. He was stopped by a little girl who was quite impressed with him. She was quite cute, and I must say he treated her very well.

    Afterward, Braeth came to talk to us. He mentioned how he heard a rumor that some bandits were gathering for a meeting to the north, and asked if anybody would like to join him. A large group of us decided to go, but we only went part ways up the Nars Pass before Braeth realized that some members of the group weren't disiplined enough for this mission. They were just thinking of charging right in, when we'd need to infiltrate, as we'd be passing by Atol and he is not a person to be trifled with.

    So just Braeth, myself, Kanen, and a mage named…. named... Darnit! I can't remember it. I'll probably remember it later. Anyways, we made our way north to investigate these rumors. We faced quite a few bandits on the way, finding a note about the meeting on one such bandit. We kept going north on Nars Pass, and soon came close to where Atol resides. From what I've heard, he's in charge of the bandits, and very skilled and dangerous to fight. The meeting seemed like it was further north, so instead of facing Atol, the mage made us invisable and we slipped past him without incident. We finally found the location of the meeting and faced a large number of bandits, but through the skills and organization of our group, we swiftly defeated and broke up the meeting.

    Mission accomplished, we headed back to town. Unfortunately, as I was heading to bed, I noticed that the outfit that Braeth had bought many weeks ago is missing. It must have fell out of my pack. I'll admit it was a tad more racy than what I usually wear, and perhaps not the best color for me, but it was a nice outfit. Oh well, perhaps I'll be able to get another like it at the tailor.


  • ((OOC – Yes, I do plan to post the tale of my father that I told from this last game session. At least for Braeth, who missed at least half of it.))

    Entry 17 -

    So much for my plans today. My fellow friends of Tyr and I were going to get together to start forming plans for the temple we wish to build. Unfortunately, Justinia was the only one I saw, and she got dragged into quite an unpleasant ordeal before she could even sit and chat with me.

    When I first came to the well to wait for my friends, there was a large group of people gathered. Most were there just to see what was going on, of course. At the center of the group, I noticed Erelad engaged in an loud, argumentative discussion with a small woman (halfling perhaps?) named Doli. Erelad had accused Doli of being a demon, saying that he had her journal which had the proof. Doli immediately became enraged and demanded her journal back, even going so far as to punch him in the face a few times. Erelad, much to his credit, did not retaliate and instead walked away. A couple of the militia, Justinia being one of them, still involved themselves in an argument with Doli. A few of the onlookers tried, successfully I might add, to make matters worse by taking Doli’s side. Her eyes glowed red when she became angry! How in Tyr’s name could a person not think she’s a demon?

    A fight eventually broke out, as the militia tried to arrest Doli. Unfortunately, I was knocked around in and fell, thus I didn’t clearly make out the fight. When I got up, I saw that it was over, and Jore had taken charge. He was talking of having the militia arrested for attacking Doli! My mind reeled from this turn of events. Verix, the mage that inspected the crystal for Imphras, stood by Doli giving her council and also twisting everything the militia said and did toward her favor. Luckily there were a few enlightened souls who stood up for the militia, and Jore instead decided to take everybody to the mayor for an immediate trial. Only those that were directly involved in the affair were allowed entrance, which is probably a good thing, as a crowd would likely have made the situation worse.

    In the mean time, I sat by the well, quite upset at having my evening ruined. A healer named Fishel overheard me as I aloud wondered if I should stay and hope my friends would show or head back to the inn. He asked, “Would you rather have a good story, or a good night’s sleep?” I replied that I always loved stories, because of my mother being a bard. He sat down and asked me to tell him of my mother. I told him a little bit of Mama, and then the conversation switched to Papa. I found myself telling the story of how my father, Jared Willendt, became a paladin of Tyr. I attracted a small crowd while I told the story. There was Fishel, Imphras, Cera, Braeth, an elf named Fade, and a couple of others who’s names I didn’t catch. They all enjoyed the story. I must say I had fun telling it. Now I know why my mom enjoys it so much. It turned an otherwise awful evening in around.


  • Entry 16 -

    Jubei has shown his face in the town again. I had just stopped at the well, and I see Jubei trying to get Kanen's attention. Seven came up to me and whispered for me to be careful, and I nodded back, whispering that I noticed Jubei. I listened attentively to Jubei and Kanen's conversation. Jubei, of course, still wants to kill Jade, and I think he was trying to find her through Kanen, since he had heard Kanen knows her. Kanen, however, held no trust for Jubei, since he knew Jubei had killed Steele, who was a fellow paladin and Jade's mentor.

    Then, with uncanny timing, Braeth walked into the square. I reflexively clutched the amulet he gave me and silently prayed he wouldn't get hurt. Braeth engaged Jubei in conversation, in which he told Jubei under no uncertain terms that he should harm Jade. Jubei kept falling back on his words that Jade is a murderess and justice must be served. Thankfully, Jubei did not draw any weapons and walked out of town.

    I'm a bit torn up inside over this. On one hand, Jade is my friend and I hold a fair amount of respect for her. In all the time I've known her, she's been a caring and delightful person to know. But I am a follower of Tyr. Jubei's cries for justice do tug at me. If Jade had indeed murdered a man, then she very well should be punished for her crime. Unfortunately, I have not the full details of either side of this story. Until I do, I cannot make a judgement, for a judgement without knowing the full Truth of the situation will not lead to Justice.

    After Jubei was run out of town, some people inquired Braeth why he did not kill the man. One, a paladin, felt that since Jubei threatened the live of another, he should be dealt with. Braeth responded to him that by the laws of the town, he could not kill Jubei yet. The paladin did not like the answer, but accepted it. Another, an elven woman, thought Jubei should have been dealt with because thier could be a stain of honor on Braeth for letting him go. Braeth said that things do not always need to be settled with weapons, and that he feels no loss of honor from one who does not have any. The elven lass was impressed with Braeth's thick skin and they then proceeded to have a chat as friends.

    While was chatting away, Reginald stopped by. I told him of the interesting incident that happened. He's yet to see this Jubei, and I kinda wonder what he'd think of the assassin. Braeth introduced his new friend to us, her name is Jarzs. Very well spoken elven woman. Jade also stopped by, and we let her know about Jubei.

    The conversation we all had touched on various things, though I don't really recall all of it. Too many voices going on as there was a large group gathered besides our own. All the conversations drowning out each other made it hard to follow. It didn't help that I had many thoughts running through my head from the incident with Jubei. Jarz noticed my silence and began to talk to me. She sympathized with me about the noise level. It was fun to see Jarz do a little bit of verbal sparring with Reginald, all in good jest. She actually came up with a nickname for him that I think is PERFECT. "Sir Mustache." It has such a wonderful ring to it. I hope to see her again, for I would like to hear some stories of her homeland, and I'm sure Braeth would also.


  • Entry 15 -

    Braeth, Reg, Hugh, Jade and Wilhelm asked me if I'd like to join them as they inspect a stronghold in Rawlinswood where goblins frequently gather their strength. It seems that earlier they were there and stopped some kind of ritual that was creating strange hulking beasts that could have caused many deaths if let loose on the town. They were wanting to make sure that the goblins weren't going to do it again.

    While we had started our battling of the goblin forces in the stronghold, Rashid had shown up. Rashid used to be in charge of the militia, and thus knows Braeth pretty well, and I'm sure he knows the rest just as well. Since he's quite the accomplished cleric, we were happy to accept his help as we explored the stronghold.

    This stronghold is not a place for the weak. In fact, I would not have made the venture if it weren't that the others are skilled adventurers and can keep an eye on me. There are many goblins, of course, but also spike traps and bugs. Giant bugs. Fire spitting, and stink spitting bugs. I think I also saw a spider or two, which I know I would have paniced if it actually approached me. I can't stand spiders even if they are teeny. I also saw a couple of those large 'Hulks.' Ugly beasts.

    At one point I had gotten trapped in a room with a goblin that was an elite fighter. The damned door had just swung close on my face, and the goblin stepped out of the shadows. I knew I was outmatched for melee, and shouted for help as I attempted to protect myself. Alas, I was quickly wounded before I could finish casting a healing spell on myself. Luckily, the others did hear me, and Braeth was quick on reviving myself from the brink of death. It was certainly too close for comfort.

    We never did find any signs of the goblins attempting their rituals again. As we were searching the place, I kept observing Jade shiver as if she were sick. I was not the only one that noticed this, and when we were outside the others asked if she were okay. She said she was sick, and Wilhelm was understandably frustrated that he could not heal the sickness somehow. He changed into a wolf and ran off, I assumed to vent out that frustration on a few goblins. The rest of us followed shortly, to go back to town. However, when we stopped to get Wilhelm, he seemed to be not himself. He growled at us threateningly, and even attacked us when we approached him. We finally got him calmed down, and he turned back from his animal form and we headed back to town.

    Wilhelm had somehow lost control of himself while he was as wolf. Another druid stopped and they briefly discussed there was a curse on the woods and he should refrain from assuming his animal forms, for the exact reason that he may lose control of himself.

    Meanwhile, we also asked Jade to explain her sickness. She told of how she had been getting nightmares recently, about a strange man who approaches her to kill her. She's even more disturbed that the dreams are somewhat taking form in reality, as we have this Jubei that wants to kill her for her "crimes" back when she lived in Thay. Rashid offered a charm for her to use when she sleeps to perhaps keep her mind free from intrusion, as he felt that the dreams were being sent to her to frighten her by Jubei's employers.

    Just more things to worry about with my friends…


  • Entry 14 -

    Hugh suffered a fatal wound battling bugbears today, but his friends were able to have him Raised by the Friar. Hearing about people dying saddens me, especially when it's a friend. My father would say it's because I have my mother's caring heart. My mother would say it's because I have my father's dislike for injustice. Either way, I just hate to see death and suffering.

    I also saw Coin today, but he wasn't looking very well. He told me how he was trapped in the crypt and something down there tried to steal his soul. The thought of losing one's soul frightens me like no other thought. The crypt has been sealed, but I have the feeling that we'll see more of it later. I think that what ever is going on in the crypt is related to those earthquakes and lightning from many days ago.

    All these fearful events only make myself more adamant in my mission to get a temple to Tyr built. I should be meeting with my fellow followers soon to discuss our plans. This town needs a place of worship, now more than ever. While I was hunting bandits on the Nars Pass with Grivel, I ran into Seven again, who is a paladin. She let me know that she follows Torm, who is known to be Tyr's right hand, thus she considers me a sister of faith. Glad to find another friend, and I'll certainly consider her a sister of faith. I let her know about our plans for the temple. She likes the idea and is willing to help.

    For a time I also traveled with Imphras, whom I met through Cera. He's a follower of Tempus, and a good warrior in combat from what I've seen. While walking through the wilderness, he noticed a crystal sticking out of the ground. He asked me about it and wondered if it was one of the great crystals that gnomes used to use for powering great devices. I've seen the crystal before, but never paid any attention to it, and didn't know anything about the lost civilization, but suggested he ask people in town. He did track down one mage, who inspected the crystal and didn't think it had any magic, else somebody would have taken it already.

    Just another mystery to add to this place.


  • _((OOC - Damn, I've written a lot. Which only means that I've played a lot. Just one question. What is this "sleep" that I hear people occasionally mention?

    Oh, I'm toying around with an idea for an actual story of Kara's past. The goal of it would be to introduce her parents and perhaps some childhood events that shaped her life. No promises though, because that means I have to take extra time to write it. I'm a notorious procrastinator.))_

    Entry 13 -

    The half-demon never learned his lesson. He was executed today because he returned to town when he was clearly told he was exiled from here. Good bye to bad rubbish. Too bad he couldn't follow his human side more than his demonic. After the execution, a woman was mourning his death. She claimed he was his husband. Through her weeping, she mentioned how her husband wasn't the same after he got hold of some kind of crystal.

    Afterward, I hung out and talked with some my friends. But there was a bit of a somber mood in the air. Braeth and I didn't think that we saw the last of this half-demon. It's times like that night when I'm glad to know Cera. She's a really great person that has such a carefree, innocent attitude. And we can't forget Mojo, her special friend. I want to meet him someday. I really hope that Cera never looses that spark of hers.

    Sorry I don't have much else to right today, but nothing else of interest happened.


  • _((OOC - Thank you Reginald for the wonderful compliment on my writing. This diary (and I would venture to say whenever I RP her) comes out so full of life and emotion because I DO put my heart into it. I have this nasty habit with books, movies, tv shows, rpgs, etc. I put myself into the character, think and feel like the character. Unfortunately, this causes some problems when things get highly emotional. I've been known to fry my brain from it.

    Writing this diary is a bit of a different experience than your typical story. I don't have to worry about making sure to have little details and descriptions. The concentration is on what Kara feels and thinks. The result makes for an even more believable diary.))_

    Entry 12 -

    Strange things happened today.

    I was at the well to see friends. Wilhelm and Reginald told me of how the trip to the Warrens did not go well and both had spent some time dead. Thank goodness they were able to be raised. Suddenly the earth began to shake! It was a most unpleasant feeling. This was followed by a bolt of lightning striking the well. Then the water level of the well dropped.

    Many people began to investigate the well, and a few of us kept an eye on the gates in case this was a ruse. Some could feel evil deep in the ground. Lightning kept occasionally falling from the sky, causing some panic. Between watching the north gate and watching the crowd, I kept praying to Tyr, for I truely feared evil was afoot.

    People stopped bothering the well, since that appeared to cause more strikes. Tthe clouds let loose one final series of lightning strikes, and things seemed to quiet. A man stumbled into the square, clutching terrible wounds. Martin and I rushed to him to tend to them, which the man says were caused by goblins. Since Martin seemed to have the matter covered, I was about to go back to Braeth, but the earth started to shake again. This time it was more violent. I lost my balance and fell, twisting my ankle in the process. My cry of pain instantly brought the attention of Braeth, of course, who got Martin to wrap some healing herbs around ankle to sooth the sprain.

    I sat for a little while, to let the herbs do their job. Braeth got distracted by something, probably militia business, and soon left. Seeing as I was without my friends and with a hurt ankle, I decided to head back to the inn to get some rest.

    By Tyr, that ankle still aches.


  • Entry 11 -

    As soon as I left the in today, I heard shouting about a troll running about in the town. It surprised me because I had heard that trolls really don't live in this area. I sat at the well with Jade, Wilhelm, Reg, and Hugh, and saw Karion and Sherk occasionally pass by in their search for the troll. Seems he's good at hiding. I had just mentioned that I never had seen a troll before, when out of the blue, a troll came running by, followed by some townsfolk. They never caught the troll, from what I heard, and many suspect that it was a mage in disguise.

    That was only the beginning of the strangeness that was to be set before me.

    Shortly after the wild troll chase, a man approached the group of us and started to proclaim that he was sent from a demon that the town has angered and gave a warning for Jore and the town. He then proceeded to give this rhymed warning in verse. Badly written, I might add. Always one to be the joker, Reg began to tear about the awful verses and tried to rewrite them to make it sound better, which pissed off the messenger who then left. Perhaps if the whole thing wasn't so grim, I would have enjoyed the jest. As it was, the message bothered both myself and Jade, and Reg's joking around got irritating, especially to Jade.

    Soon after the messenger, a naked woman came into town claiming that she had been raped by the demon, also telling us that there was a little girl that was caught by the demon as well. My little instincts were giving of all sorts of alarms though, because the woman had also claimed to know about demons. Her attitude seemed to shift from fear to fascination when talking about them. So, I had Bernard, a paladin of Tyr that I just met, use his ability to sense evil hearts. Sure enough, he senses evil within the woman. I told him to warn those who were talking to the woman and planning to go after the demon.

    The rest of my companions didn't need the paladin's warning, as they all decided the woman was a crackpot to begin with, because of her talk about knowing demons. Instead, they decided to investigate rumors of the goblins gathering at a stronghold in Rawlingswood. They invited me to come also, I think they didn't want me to get involved with the demon-woman. I knew it'd be a dangerous adventure, but these were people I knew well and knew they were skilled enough to make sure I'd be safe, so I went. Besides, those goblins always show that they need to have justice served on them.

    It was a successful journey; the goblins met a swift death. After we finished cleaning the stronghold out, Braeth and his fellow members of Legion had showed up. Seeing the potential for a very good group if joined together, Vashere asked if anybody wanted to travel to the Warrens. Braeth and I decided to skip the adventure. Me because I know it's too dangerous even with a highly accomplished group of friends; Braeth because he was tired. Instead, Braeth and I headed back to his favorite spot in the woods and we had another peaceful night's sleep.


  • Entry 10 -

    Usually I'm able to find any of my many friends when I'm stop at the well in the middle of town, but today it seemed that everybody was out doing something different. Even Braeth wasn't about. I sat by myself, missing having friends about yet enjoying the peacefulness.

    Patience was rewarded, as soon Gidush stopped by, and then Aspen and Erelad. While I was talking to the newlyweds, a man interrupted because he was looking for Braeth and overheard me mention him. He wanted to report a theft. I told him Braeth was out of town, but should be back later and that I would pass the message along. The man thanked me very much. Very, VERY much. Aspen, Erelad, and I almost couldn't contain ourselves as the I was being so obviously courted by the man. After I politely dealt with him and he left, we all started to break out in hysterical laughter.

    I do feel bad for him though. It's not like he knew that I have Braeth.

    Grivel also stopped by. Unfortunately, he was not in a happy mood. He was traveling with a druid that was new to the area, and she had been killed while traveling in the woods. He asked if I'd like to join him and teach some of the bandits a lesson, and I accepted. However, when we entered Nars Pass, the air felt odd. Both of us tried casting a spell and found that nothing happened. Since we didn't want to chance not having our healing magics available, we headed back and figured we would go after some goblins instead.

    When we got back into Norwick, Braeth had returned to the town as well and was talking with Jore about militia business. Since I needed to tell Braeth about the man looking for him, I waited patiently. Braeth was asking Jore what sentence to give to the half-demon that was mentioned about before. It seems he threatened some people. I went to the jail with Braeth and some others to watch him tell the half-demon of his sentence. I'll admit I was curious to see this creature. He certainly has a nasty attitude. He kept back talking and spat out a few more threats, and thus got his sentence extended greatly.

    I headed back with Braeth to the well to see our friends while Grivel headed with Sherk and Vrugar to go kill some goblins. I feel bad for Reginald, he was the odd man out in our circle, as each of us has a love in our lives. Braeth and me, Wilhelm and Jade, Justinia and Maddoxxx (although he wasn't there).

    One of the conversations was about vampires, and Pip related a story about a vampire who actually regretted her existance. It was a tale with some romance in it that I'm sure my mother will love. Imagine, a vampiress falling in love so much that she steps out into broad daylight when she finds her love dead.


  • ((OOC - "In Which Kara Bares Her Soul." Boy, did she ever get emotional last night…))

    Entry 9 -

    As I made my way to the well to see if any friends were about, I heard many murmurings of a half-demon in town. This place is certainly seeing a lot of strangeness lately…

    I did learn some good news though! The witch, Vinessa, has finally been caught, executed, and her body burned Praise Tyr! However, Reginald mentioned the remains of the body were taken. Not a pleasant thought. It could be a sign that we have not seen the last of that evil soul.

    As I was talking to Braeth, I saw Charbonneau limp by, covered in many serious wounds. As I was about to perform a healing spell, about five others blasted him with healing magics. Can't they at least let the worrisome student help her mentor? Char headed to the Inn for some food, and invited Pip, Martin, myself, and Braeth to join him. It was odd to see Martin in the Inn. He's a true Druid, preferring outdoors, so I take it as a huge sign of friendship for him to come indoors to spend time with us.

    After Pip and Martin had left, I decided to again ask Charbonneau about his recent attack. I could tell he would rather I not make a huge fuss over it, but I just can't help myself. I'm like my father. If I see somebody I care for in trouble, I fall to pieces.

    As we were discussing Charbonneau's condition, my thoughts wandered. I again thought about things that have happened to me, and how I could see that people will come to be depending on me for something very important. Tyr certainly couldn't have sent me back to do something mundane! I've got a destiny before me. But in the corner of my mind, lies a fear. Am I ready? I need to be strong, to stand up for others sake, to set great things in motion. Can I do it? Can I really be ready to bear the weight that will come down on my shoulders?

    There's another side of this fear that sits in me. I voiced it back at the end of the first entry of this new diary. So much has changed for me in a short time, and more changes are to come. I see the "little girl" I was slipping away. I fear losing her, because it feels like I'm losing myself. Yet I know I have to change into a stronger person, and fear that if I don't change, I'll be too weak to do what is needed.

    I really must have looked bothered by these thoughts that plagued me, as both Braeth and Charbonneau were asking if I was alright. I bared a deep part of my soul to them. Words came spilling out of my mouth, telling of the fears that gripped my heart.

    They gave me many words of encouragement that night, and I feel much better from it. They've shown me that I am strong, and I can face the changes that come. For I am not alone. My faith in Tyr and the love of my friends will always be with me to lift me up when things seem down.

    Aye, the fears are still there, and they always will be. But I shall not let them overcome me.

    After seeing that I was in a better mood, Charbonneau bid his farewells and headed to bed. Braeth again offered to take me to see a place within the woods, and I accepted. It was a beautiful place, even if goblins often came to bother us. Seeing Braeth in front of the campfire, telling of how invigorating it was to be back in nature, reminded me of Tyger.

    Good ol' Tyger. He's an elven ranger that Papa had travelled with many times in his adventuring days. I could never pronounce his full name correctly, much less spell it. Tyger periodically would invite me to his camp and share stories with me. Some were about my Papa, others about his home, or stories of nature. I think Tyger treated me as a god-daughter of sorts, for he had a lot of respect for Papa.

    I could feel Mielikki in the small clearing when Braeth offered his prayers to her. It was nice being there, very peaceful, except for those pesky goblins. Braeth setup a lean to, making sure that it was well camoflagued, and we both slept the night there, his arms holding me tight.

    Such comfortable sleep is hard to find in even the most expensive of inns.


  • ((OOC - Computer-wise, this night wasn't good. I kept losing my connection, or the game would crash. I think I surprised my friends when I began to swear about my stupid computer.))

    Entry 8 -

    I met up with Braeth again, who was hanging out by the well with Reginald, Jade, Wilhelm, and Maddoxxx. Aspen stopped by; she's enjoying married life very much. Reginald professed some jealousy at the rest of us, for he still has no companion to spend time with. There is Braeth and I, Erelad and Aspen, Wilhelm and Jade, and even Maddoxxx is courting Justinia. Braeth and Wilhelm picked on Reginald about some person that outwitted the bard.

    Suddenly there was a bit of a commotion. Sherk had fallen while battling a sorceror in the crypts, most likely a vampiric sorceror. Most of the friends rallied to go and retrieve his body so that he may be raised. I stayed an elven mage advised that only strong people should go. This was the same mage I met in the Fugue, the one that changed into a spider when I first met. He almost never speaks, preferring silence, so I knew he was dead serious. I know I'm not a weakling, but I could tell that Maddoxxx and Braeth both wouldn't want me to take the chance, so I instead waited for them back at the Inn.

    Not that they needed me anyways, for they were successful in getting the body and raising him. I left the inn and found Charbonneau at the well. Praise Tyr that he is alright! I started yelling at him about how Martin told me of Char's delusion about myself in danger and subsequent fit. I know I was probably being a little to vocal about something that embarrassed him, but I couldn't help it. I'm much like my father in that I worry too much about people I care about.

    Charbonneau pretended he didn't hear me correctly and kept trying to change the subject. After a couple of tries, I started to get the message, and instead offered to go to the Inn to talk in private. However, he declined and asked if I'd like to go with him, because he wanted to show me a lesson. He also asked if Braeth was around, and if he would want to watch. I accepted his offer and we went to get Braeth, whom I last saw at the Inn.

    Just as I entered, Braeth sped past me! We followed, and found a commotion at the well over a strange man with horns. People were wary, thinking he had demon blood in his veins, although the man said he was human. Braeth, of course, got involved since he's with the militia, and then Charbonneau decided to do a Test of Conscience on the man. Many people were about, trying to see what was going on. The noise bothered me, so I yelled out to Braeth and Char that I was going down to the waterfall.

    Shortly after I sat down, the other two showed up with Martin in tow. Unfortunately, my head didn't feel well, the noise of all those people still rang in my ears. When my mind started to clear up, I noticed Vashere had also joined us, and there was talk about scouting out a location on Nars Pass. The Legion is looking for a place to build a fort, and were thinking of about the same area that Char was suggesting for our temple. So Vashere was offering that we both work together and build the fort and temple together. I think the idea has a lot of merit, as does Char. Yes, the Legion is a guild of mercenaries, but they only take on jobs that would be for the greater good. Considering Braeth is a Knight in the Legion, I would think that our ideals of justice is very much compatable with their ideals. We'll have to see what the rest of our group thinks.

    So the five of us traveled halfway up Nars Pass, to where Vashere was considering. I think that the locale is and ideal spot to provide shelter and defense, as it is at the crossroads between the two nearest towns to Norwick.

    All the more reason for me to get all of us together to work things out. We also need to find others for our cause, so that we can register ourselves as an organization and gain some benefits thereof.

    Am I ready for all this responsibility I've taken on myself?


  • ((OOC - I was planning to put a little introspective blurb about Kara here, as there are a few interesting thoughts about her. But I just couldn't word it right. I'll just say that although I initially had a simple character concept, there are a few deep, subtle complexities to the character that will have to be dealt with if she is going to succeed in all her goals.))

    Entry 7 -

    When I headed toward the well today, I had gotten a message from Braeth that he was out deep in the woods hunting goblins. I sat and talked with Cera, and some others that she was with. One man, who's name eludes me, mentioned that he had amnesia, and this is something that regularly occurs to him. I suggested that he try keep a diary, but he said he was to poor to by one. Another man named Coin offered him some coin (hee hee, what a silly sentence), as did I. But the amnesiac refused, because he feels he should only accept money that he has earned. I accepted the refusal, but Coin was angered by it at first. He seems quick to anger.

    Soon enough, Braeth had returned from his adventure. He boasted how his party took on some umber hulks. I've only heard a few things about the beasts, but from what I know, they certainly aren't creatures to be taken lightly. Martin also made an appearance, wanting to tell me a story when I had the chance. Thus we all sat down and had a nice little chat about various things.

    The drow showed up again, and I finally caught his name. Nail. I know it's a shortened version, but it'll do. Braeth seemed to be accepting of having the drow in town, because many friends he knows and respects have vouched for Nail. Martin also stated he knows of Nail. Others weren't so accepting, which is to be expected. While I accept Nail walking among us, I shall be keeping an eye on him. My blessing I say to people, "May Tyr watch over you," has a double meaning and when I say it to the drow it will carry both meanings.

    Coin again got angered at some comments another passerby made about the drow. Personally, I don't blame the passerby for not willing to trust the drow at all. If it weren't for some certain people I have a lot of respect for, I wouldn't trust him at all either. I worry that Coin's anger shall get him in trouble, though.

    Martin, Braeth, and I headed over to the waterfall to have a private chat, since Martin had a story he wanted to tell me. Just before he began, an announcement was made that Reginald was going to perform a tale. Braeth decided to go hear it, but I wanted to hear what Martin had to tell me instead. I know that Reginald is a great storyteller, having heard a couple myself, but some instinct told me to stay with Martin. I just didn’t think that what he had to tell me was so important!

    He was with Charbonneau the previous night (yes, they are friends), when Charbonneau suddenly started to cry out that I was in trouble. He and Martin headed north to the mines, where Charbonneau said I was beset with bandits. They made their way through the mines and found no sign of me. Other townsfolk in the mines also said they didn’t see me. Of course they didn’t see me, for I definitely wasn’t there. As they were leaving, Charbonneau suddenly collapsed into a fit. He recovered, but Martin said he had a different look in his eyes. He brushed Martin off and told him to leave him alone, and then headed for the crypts. Martin tagged along, worried for his friend, but again Charbonneau demanded to be left alone. Instead, Martin used a trick he learned from one of his animal companions and changed himself into a badger. The two made their way through the crypts until they reached a spot where Char suddenly threw down his sword and shield and started to rant and rave about being fallen from Tyr and an imminent attack of undead.

    This story worried me greatly, as I’m sure it worried Martin when it happened. I told Martin of how we met and a few things that Charbonneau told me of himself. I figured if we all the information we both have on our friend, then we could figure out what is going on with him. My theory is that Char was having another of his attacks, and this one looks to be worse than the one I revived him from. Because he accepted me as his student and the connection he felt when we first met, the attack started with him deluding that I was in danger. Then the full force of the attack hit, causing fits. When he recovered from the seizure, he began to think he was his mentor.

    I must see Charbonneau as soon as possible. I fear he needs me more than I would ever need him.

    ((OOC - Again, for reference. This is the last post that I got XP for before the old forums crashed.))


  • Entry 6-

    I decided to wear that outfit I bought, hoping to surprise Braeth. He wasn't around immediately, but I got to see some other interesting people. First is a little girl by the name of Elsie. She reminds me of my playmate, Josephine, who I spent a lot of time with back when I was about Elsie's age. I also got to meet a priest of Tyr. And here I thought I was the only priest and the rest were paladins. Guir is a Battle Cleric of Tyr, and he overheard me talking about my group of friends and our plans to build a temple. He offered to help pay for the builders when we were ready to start building. I told him who else to contact in case he couldn't find me.

    I did find Braeth. As I was talkingto Elsie, she noticed him and shouted a greeting at him. However, he did not stop to say hello to me! He just went past me. Must not have recognized me out of the armor. Of course, he was trying to tend to a militia matter as well. When he finally did talk to me, he did notice and complimented the outfit.

    And that's about when we had a bit of a role reversal. There was a drow in town. Yes, a drow! He was a bit unnatural to look, the dark skin and white hair. And I've heard many tales of evil that drow have caused. So how can one be walking our streets? Braeth, with visible hatred, immediate began to question him. Gulir spoke up that the drow (I'm not sure if I caught his name) has been given permission to be in town by Jore and, I think, the mayor. The drow affirmed Gulir's statement. Justinia also spoke up that she sensed no evil in the drow, despite the fact that he is a drow. As a paladin, she should be able to tell. Braeth did believe our friends, but still voiced his distrust of the drow. He then demanded answers from the drow… about why his village was wiped out. Poor Braeth just slumped down to the ground, weeping about his village.

    I sat by him and held him, but I could not offer anything to say. How could I? Braeth had told me that his village was wiped out, but he didn't mention that it was drow that did it. The visiting drow (I really wish I could recall his name... Narl-somthing I think... I'll go with Narl for now) didn't answer the questions. I'm not sure if anything he said would have made things better for Braeth, and I think Narl thought the same way. Instead, he did ask to hear what had happened. So Braeth told of how his village was destroyed and how he was the only survivor. The images the story conjured are horrifying. Such a senseless act of violence I've never heard before. May Tyr see to it that the evil drow meet just as gruesome of an end. Narl listened intently, and did seem angered at the devestation his brethren caused.

    It was a bit strange for me throughout that whole incident, as it was for Braeth. He's not usually the one to break down so emotionally, and he was a little embarrassed by it. It's completely understandable that he did. I can only imagine the grief he must have felt when it happened. Thus, I had to be the strong one and support him, which is not a role I typically take.

    After he felt better, we went and found some friends of his. Jade, Wilhelm, Reginald, some others I can't remember now... Braeth kept trying to introduce me to people, but each time I had already known the person, having met them through Reginald. "Know Reg and soon you'll know half the town," I said to everybody's agreement.

    I got to talk to Justinia about the temple. I still think the best route is still build a temple as a guildhall, and show some support for the multi-faith temple that is planned. I told Justinia about my idea, but she still seems to think that just our temple would be best. I just don't want to have people think that we feel we are turning our noses up at them. We all will have to get together at once and talk it out.

    I was starting to feel very relaxed. I'm out of my armor, with Braeth and friends, having a good time... Of course it would have to get ruined. A short while after Jade and Reginald left us, this man approached us looking for Jade. I'm pretty sure I've done goblin-hunting with this man before, his name is Jubei. It shocked me to hear that he was looking for Jade to kill her. It was a greater shock to hear Justinia say she sensed much evil in Jubei. Braeth and the others had a huge debate with this man, Braeth indicating that he should not make open threats in town. Soon Braeth ordered all but a few of us away from the matter.

    As far as I heard, Jubei is hired by the Red Wizards to kill Jade for a murder she commited. I can't say for sure if she did or didn't, but the way a few people reacted it seems she did, but not for evil reasons. Anyways this ended up causing a huge fiasco which ended with Jubei dueling Jade's defender... the defender lost his life. While I sat away from the ordeal, Jade came up to me asking where everybody was, and I told her to be careful because a man wanted her dead. She freaked out and ran to see what was happening.

    After THAT mess, another popped up which I'm not entirely sure of. I think somebody got attacked, but I didn't bother to get details. I was just so disgusted with the rest of the evening that I headed back to the Inn.

    ((OOC - Actually, there were so many people in town to see the commotion that my computer lagged out, and then crashed. Oh well.))


  • Entry 5 -

    I received a letter from Charbonneau today. I'm so glad to hear he is okay. Considering that siezure I had revived him from, I was concerned with not hearing from for quite a few days. I wrote back to him, saying that I'd like to speak with him.

    I then headed off to see the wedding of Aspen and Erelad! Braeth was supposed to meet me there, but he did warn he may be late, and I warned that I had to leave early. Unfortunately, I had to leave sooner than I expected and thus we never got together. Which is too bad, because I'm sure Braeth would have liked to have seen me outside of my armor and in actual clothes.

    Later on I was able to get together with Charbonneau. I really had a lot on my mind, and am glad that he took the time to listen to me and my ideas. It was a lot of help and I think through it I may have a solution to the debate of Our Temple vs. Town Temple. I told him of how I thought a town temple for various gods of good faith wasn't a bad idea, but Maddoxxx strongly disagreed. It was a relief that Charbonneau felt the same way I did. Maddoxxx did have some valid concerns I thought, but to me I thought it'd be a mistake to not support this temple planned by the town.

    That's when a brilliant idea struck me. Why choose between one or the other? I think we should have public worship at the town's proposed temple, and then also form a guild dedicated to Tyr. In our guildhall, we could have a room set aside for private worship for guildmembers. Of course, that gives us more responsibility, but I do think it's the best way to go in the end. Charbonneau thought it was good.

    Maddoxxx stopped by and I told him my idea. He thought my idea was certainly worth considering. Charbonneau also had an idea of having our temple in Nars Pass, to provide shelter for travelers against the bandits. A noble plan to be sure, but it means we need to really make sure the temple has good defenses.

    I also warned Charbonneau about things I've heard about Alex. He agreed that we should be cautious. I think the big concern for our group is that Alex really isn't dedicated to Tyr. I'm not saying he follows a bad faith, for he is a druid of Mielikki, but I think we want our group to have people dedicated to the Even Handed god. There's also the matter of the looting accusation, but all I want is to hear it from himself to me that he did not wrong my dear friend.

    Char and I spent the rest of the evening chatting about ourselves. I'm a bit embarassed to have mistook Char for a priest. He's actually a knight of Tyr. Still, I thought he does have a lot of wisdom gathered over the many years of his life, and I asked if he would mind being my mentor. While being on my own has done me a great deal of good in building my character, I do miss having somebody there to give me guidance. He was honored, but feared if he really should, considering the occasional attacks of the mind he suffers and his old age. I figured that I could end up helping him as well, by providing an anchor when his mind suffers. We did seem to have a connection when we first met.

    Hmmm… I guess that's all that happened that is really noteworthy. Of course, I had run into a few friends through out the day, but we had only brief conversations. Karion and I went clothes shopping before the wedding. I hope Braeth doesn't get jealous.

    Gee, a day without Braeth. If it weren't for the great conversation I had with Charbonneau, the day feels like it would have been dull.

    Perhaps I still should surprise him by wearing clothes instead of armor tomorrow?