3. Journal of Shane Andryl

Journal of Shane Andryl

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    Murder in the Narss

    “Kill Bottesini. He is in Norwick - Mysterious shadow.”

    The knight trembled as the whole world crushed down upon her. The words were short, but all too clear. It had been him they’d been after, him that had been marked to die, not the respected Chancellor of Norwick, Belthor Troff. Cold anger came over her as she roughly dismissed the note Belthor was holding up to her, found in the mines, covered in blood. His body lay lifeless in her arms, blackened by the scorches of lightning. No more did she feel him near, no more did his voice call out in the silence of the night. He was gone, and with every breath they took she could feel him slipping farther away from the last bonds that held his soul bound to this world. ”Very well then. War is on.” The words were cold. No more could she care for them. The Black Hand had made it’s move, and now her husband was dead. Enraged, she cried out over the Nars, for all to hear. ”YOU HEAR THAT? YOU'LL HAVE YOUR WAR !!!”

    Without a further thought the knight moved on. They had to reach Peltarch soon, before all would be lost. Her body ached with the pain of his loss, his pain, the pain of his own demons facing him as they tried to lure him into the afterlife. He would not hold to life much longer, and she knew it well. Belthor was right, they had to stay close together lest they would not reach Peltarch at all. Yet she couldn’t care, not anymore. Whatever would hold them from their path to the grand city would either run away or fall in trying. Behind her, she could hear the others hurry to keep pace. Jaroo, Belthor, Gruff and even that power hungry mage Isaac… all were silent.

    The argument before seemed so futile now. She had been angry at him, tried to make him understand why he’d been wrong in traveling with Bruno into the deep Rawlins woods. He understood all too well, but his stubborn neutrality had nearly brought them to fight had Belthor not come by. The discussion had continued in the Chancellor’s office as they tried to make him see the effects his actions might have caused. Months of work in discussing politics, guild allegiances and even Norwick could have been destroyed by the mere fact that he was friend to the Chancellor, and husband to her own. The argument had stopped as swiftly as it had begun when first Gruff and then the druid Jaroo requested Belthor’s attention as well. Then, -he- had come…

    They hadn’t seen him enter, and only Helm could have known how long he’d been there with them, listening to all that had been said. Yet there he was, his clothes dark, his expression warning them at once of trained discipline and experience. ”Pardon me but do ya have tha right ta break in my office? I think not.” Belthor did surely not appreciate this sudden intrusion into his own quarters, and neither did the rest of them. Instinctively, the knight’s hand went to her sword, loosening the strings of peace attached that held it in it’s scabbard, a custom of her homeland she stubbornly kept to. The man just smirked at them, replying in a calm manner that betrayed a strong mind. _”The contract said one to kill not four. I think i got screwed.”_ For a slight moment the four stood there, watching the man’s movements. ”Well what must be done must be done if you excuse me.” With those words he calmly rose, lunging out at Belthor. They all responded in kind. He would not be allowed to fulfill his contract and end the Chancellor’s life. Not while one loyal to Helm was near. The assassin quickly saw his mistake in making the effort, making good his escape out of the office and out of the town itself. They all set out to pursue him, quickly followed by Gruff and Isaac, who had been alerted to the battle inside. The chase ended at the old mines. The Dwarves had driven the bandits out before, yet the mines itself were not completely safe yet, as some still sought refuge within the vast tunnels underneath. Surely it would still take several weeks for all to be routed. A perfect place to hide.

    How foolish it had been for all of them to believe the Chancellor had been the mark. Even Bottesini himself had not seen it, nor had she. It was logical, the assassin had showed in Belthor’s own office, and the Chancellor himself had been the first target. It was him they were bent on guarding while they set foot within the mines, not Bottesini. They met with several remnants of the old bandit opposition, and with some creatures that had taken refuge within the mines. Yet it was the encounter beyond that alerted them to the true extent of the attempt: Black Hand. They came from the shadows quickly, trying to halt them and no doubt take their lives. Their presence in the mines was proof enough. They were behind it, but why? Why would the Hand be interested in taking the life of the Chancellor? Their goals were totally different, their aim on Jiyyd and on the gem! The only reason the knight could think of was Belthor’s allegiance to the Legion. He was general to it after all. They set forth in hopes of finding either the assassin or any other of them they could capture for questioning.

    The first one they saw. The knight had almost stepped upon it as she heard the calls from behind. ”Trap.” She froze instantly, allowing her husband to look at them before they set forth. Something must have gone wrong, because suddenly the halls were filled with poisonous gas. She set a foot forth as she tried to pull him out of it. The small movement under her foot alerted her instantly, the tiny click that gave way as a small twine crushed underneath her. It was too late. The lightning struck an instant later. The shock of electricity caught her shield, her sword, the plate she wore. It bounced off, guided by the metal, and sizzled forth. Then she heard his cry as the bolt hit straight in the chest… It was too late. Instantly she dropped her sword, trying to save his life as he twitched from the force upon him. Belthor and Jaroo dashed forth with inhuman swiftness, uttering prayers faster than they’d ever done before. But it was too late. The damage done had been too great to keep him alive. While the poisonous cloud lifted, along with it came his final breath.

    The Black Hander gloated as he saw what occurred. First, he tried to lure them forth, towards their own death no doubt. Yet the knight felt no urge to continue the fight. Not anymore… She took his lifeless body into his arm, turning to leave the tunnels. Yet behind her she could soon hear arguments and words being spoken, as the Black Hand captain was speaking to them. First he denied knowledge, claiming they were there to mine for themselves, yet the lies were certain to them. Obviously he gloated, and his words were only meant to allow his own men to draw near and surround them. Belthor had enough of it as well, and with Moradin on his lips he lunged forward. The enemy was dealt with harshly, none of the Hand sent forth were allowed to look further upon this life. The knight herself calmed only when they once again saw the stars in the open skies above the Nars.

    ”They can have their war…. It has been enough.” The words rang cold in Tyr’s halls, as they waited on the Head Priestess to come forth. This time, the Hand had gone too far. Now, even her own husband was marked as sacrifice to further their own goals. It could not, would not be allowed to continue. His pain grew stronger, and her own heart grew colder as she felt him drifting farther away. The words of friends and allies were comforting, yet it all seemed so futile now. For what it was worth, the grief of the others was sincere, at least she found comfort in that. She closed her eyes, uncaring for the tears she could no longer control, holding him closely towards him. With her final thought, she prayed Helm to watch over him, to aid him in keeping hold of this life.

    ”Oh no!” They looked up as Lady Daisy’s voice sounded through the halls, compassion showing. The knight rose to her feet at her presence. She asked the Tyr’s aid to his rescue, as had been her part too many times already, yet The Priestess’s voice cut her off, her words driving the dagger that wounded the paladin’s heart. ”I cant raise him….something holds his soul to the Afterlife.” The proud knight’s world collapsed as the words came. Her face paled, all thoughts fled from memory as the icy cold of death clasped her heart, aching every vein as if she herself was dying. It couldn’t be! Here they were with but a moment’s time left, at the mercy of Tyr’s grace. And it was forfeit? He could not return, being held back? Her mind screamed out to Helm in pain. ”No…” It was all she could utter. Nothing remained. Defeated she listened to the Tyrean. His soul was held back by a vile force, a presence so dark Tyr could not reach it. Someone would need to venture beyond life itself, and break the bond. Someone would have to die…

    ”Whatever the cost, m'lady. Speak and it will be done, Helm willing.” The knight was determined. Not even death itself would be able to keep her away from this. She would not allow him to be held in death by the mere whim of some unknown presence. Daisy’s words of warning meant nothing anymore. Aye, her own soul might be lost if failure was upon her. But then so be it. Without a further thought she stepped through the portal, the small rift created by Tyr’s will, allowing passage between the realms of the living and the dead.

    The knight needed a few moments to regain her senses and focus on her new surroundings. Faint, she noted the others coming as well. It strengthened her own resolve even more, warmed her knowing that those she had come to know as friend and ally were ready to face death and damnation itself as well in order to save a friend. Even this Isaac… the knight could hardly understand him. His heart was proof enough of his own egotistical desires, and she could bare no trust to him. Yet again he proved himself willing to aid beyond normal measures. He had spoken on her behalf when she had struck down Keeper Myell unwillingly, and had stood aside when they had ventured to close the portal that had been spouting the Slaadi. Even this man was able to perform actions of unselfish good intent. Perhaps she was mistaken in him after all.

    ”What the…nature is run by dwarven kin in an inn?!” Jaroo’s wondrous outburst was almost amusing had the circumstances not been so dire. Here they were, on the threshold of the life beyond, there where all lost could finally find oblivion: an inn. It was almost unbelievable, it all seemed so unreal, a trick played upon the minds of the living to deceive and torture, yet here they were. And before them stood the beast, a boned creature towering high above them, welcoming them to death, and a drink?

    The knight scowled upon the sight, calling upon Helm’s might to purge it from their sight. The words of banishment, the power summoned by them, they were strong. In their mortal realms they would have destroyed most of the unliving without a further glimpse. Yet now she felt weak, Helm’s might far away, as if unable to penetrate the mystical barriers that surrounded the place. They were in Cyric’s realm, and here, only the Lord of death and darkness ruled. The creature laughed at the motion, and in sickening kindness invited them further. It even pleaded them to be nice, as he’d already dealt with ”a bunch of bandit and Black Hand wannabees someone just killed.”.

    The knight roared at the obvious insult. ”Where is he?” The question was harsh, stern, direct. There was no time for idle talk. Each breath spent here diminished their own chances of return, and weakened Bottesini’s chances of salvation. At first the creature claimed ignorance, then it claimed he’d given himself to the abyss itself. It couldn’t be true, she knew it. It was drawing for time no doubt, keeping them here, yet it soon saw it was to no avail. The paladin was steadfast, determined. The beast pointed up the stairs to the back. "I tell ya i saw him go by this way"

    Without further thought she rushed on, followed by the others. The dark force at bay soon became apparent. Creatures neither living nor dead were called forth to stop them, to hold them off and draw them into their own pitiful existence. It wouldn’t help. Strengthened by resolve and faith, they were dealt with. She scowled lightly at the sight of the quivering Isaac, hiding behind a plant, but it did not matter.

    The shade summoned lay destroyed before them, the last whiffs of etherealness spreading out as they uncovered a tiny shard. The knight knelt down to grasp it, holding it in the palm of her hand. A feeling of warmth came over her as she saw the visions within: he was there, her husband, the one they had defied death itself for to save him. It was his shard, the representation of his very soul as he clinged to the last fringes of life. A moment later, all blurred around them, and Tyr’s halls opened before their eyes.

    ”Have you found his soul?” Daisy’s voice called out both in hope and worry. They could not have lasted much longer. Death would have claimed them soon enough, and she had feared for their lives. Quietly, the paladin offered her the shard, allowing Tyr’s work be done. At least for him it could be done… a sudden chill came over the paladin as she dismissed the thought. Helm had forgiven her, and only time could tell the future. She smiles softly, allowing tears to run freely as life’s breath came to him once again.

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    Victory in Defeat: Continued

    ”Perhaps it's that what bothers me most…. How can I even find the strength to continue, knowing all that I do care for are in pain with each step I take? Yet I walk on in His name… “

    Her thoughts wandered off to Darian. She had walked him to his grave in Helm’s name. A few words would have been all that had been needed to save a brother’s life, to keep him from the path that would lead to death. They had remained unspoken, and in exchange she had offered him words of self-righteous wisdom, the knowledge that it was indeed Helm’s will as he had known all too well. His death had been foretold, his sacrifice needed to destroy what was in being, to save another’s life. She had watched him fall, and her own hand had finished the task. His will had been done. The elven woman, the one she had heard him express his undying love to just the night before, she could not understand what drove them. And neither could Frolly. The knight didn’t blame them. How could they understand?

    Frolly… for months she had tried to understand what was going on in the poor hin’s mind. They had met long ago, the sadness of her tales of slavery had won the young knight’s heart. She had offered to take her under her guard, to make certain that such harm would not befall her again. She had offered her freedom from her bonds, and with that, allowed her a chance at life. Frolly could not understand the meaning of it, she could not grasp the reality of what freedom brought with it. The knight had been forced to offer her work in her guard so that she would not try to seek the one she called Master then. Yet in doing so, she had also offered her the freedom to do as she pleased, to wander with whom she cared for, to see life from a new perspective. At first, the young knight had not been all too pleased in seeing her together with Mallis, yet Sam had assured her of Mallis’s good intent. And as weeks had turned into months, she noticed Frolly’s joyfulness, her caring when the hin-lad was around. She had no right to keep them apart, no right to take away the sparkle of joy that Frolly had apparently found. So she had stepped into the shadows, allowing her the freedom of making judgement of her own life, which ever way it would turn. The poor hin had been enslaved by master’s bonds long enough.

    She had noticed Frolly’s change, her look of jealousy, defiance even when she passed. The words came as well, eventually. In her eyes, she was slave to Helm as much as the hin herself had been slave to her own masters. Perhaps the hin was right. After all, she had pledged her life towards His cause. Yet she had done so willingly, free of choice, not bound by balls and chains. Frolly’s words had grown past defiance the night Darian died. Helm was worth nothing towards her, she despised His word, His will. She despised her. The knight had been done reasoning with her. Time and again words had driven daggers deep into her heart, yet this time no more. If such was the choice that Frolly had made, then so be it. At least, her path in life was clear.

    ”That is our gift and our burden… He makes us strong, but we must keep faith, be of strong will. Especially of us, those strong in His faith, leaders, we must remain strong....or strive to do so.” Ah, how well she knew the truth in Kanen’s words. They were more than just servants to Helm’s cause. They were His knights, His tool in spreading His will. It was but normal that many could not understand what it was that drove them forth, that they could not see the reason behind the actions taken. His will be done… Not even her own husband understood her completely, yet she did not blame him. She blamed none for it. ”Leaders.” That was her strength. Not the arm that held the sword towards His cause, but the mind and will that planned, the heart that forged alliances. The knight looked up again at brother and friend, the path clear once again. ”Perhaps I'll look into those some more. Norwick needs us. At least there, Helm will work His ways….” She smiled softly at him, and he returned it likewise.

    Her work was not done yet, much was still left unfinished. Helm’s aid was needed in Norwick, and through the Order she would play her part in granting it. The cultists were driven back for now, yet their threat would surely remain. And the Black Hand… she still held her guard against them, the vow up to now unbroken. She would need to look further into that matter as well. Through this, Helm’s name would live on, and she would remain His tool in working His ways. The lone rock, the bearer of burden uncalled for.

    ”May Helm continue to watch over and protect you, Shane of Helm.” Perhaps it was so. She had not failed. Her own was nothing compared to the greater cause. She had been the tool that allowed the work to be done, if not through her, then through others. It did not matter if the glory of success was not hers. Such was not what Helm required of His knights to begin with. Personal gain meant nothing, only the fact that it was done.

    Quietly, she dropped to her knee again after Kanen left, finding strength once more in the words that were to His grace.

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    Victory in Defeat

    ”You feel like what?” Kanen looked upon her with gentle eyes, nothing in his manner showing the experienced paladin underneath. Yet the concern was all too clear. She averted his eyes, looking instead at the dull necklace in her hand. It was still stained in blood, her own blood, crusted and dried upon His mark. Her armour, the armour He had gifted, the one to carry His light… it lay besides His altar. She had not touched it, she didn’t even feel like looking upon it. She was unworthy of it now.

    ”You are His Champion now,” The words from before still rang clearly in her head. Now she yearned to cry out, to tell Kanen how false his words had been. She was none but a Champion of death, and of failure. Here she was, beaten down, broken, in doubt. Kanen had given her his charge in the false pretense that she would be able to accomplish what he had left behind. After all, she had always been strong both in mind and body. Helm had made her so, and His grace was upon her… But she wasn’t, not anymore. With each step further upon the road, pain drove deeper. With each blow of her sword, strength faded. Yet His will never failed.

    ”I feel like tossing this far away…” A soft smile came over her the moment the words were said. Helm could have taken His grace from her that very instant. Quietly, for a fleeting moment, she even longed for it, craved for the peace of eternal darkness. But He didn’t, for He knew the heart within. With each step taken, each failure along the way, she grew stronger within, determined to fulfill the vow she had quietly taken so many years ago. To walk in His stead, to fulfill His duty, to stand against all that would bring harm. And to carry the burden that was His. Now, she understood what had before been but mere text, mere teachings from an old cleric to a young child. Helm was not merely the rock that would hold the water at bay, not merely the Eye to behold, the Guardian to protect. He carried the burden of all that was right, for he would not waver. He would stand and continue when all others would fail, unmoving from His path. And in doing so, He would bear the scorn of others upon Him, the blame of failure when in fact only He had succeeded. It had been so in the Time of Troubles, when His duty caused the greatest harm of all in the eyes of others. It was His burden, His blame to carry ever since, while there was none to blame at all. He had stood, and the shame of success was His. And now she saw the truth in it herself, why He had not abandoned her when with every breath she had feared He would. She was strong with Him. Now, the burden was hers.

    She did not wait for any reply. The answer was already known. Calmly, she hung the necklace back where it belonged. ”I know well enough I will never do so. I will sooner be back there again in His name.” The faint smile lingered. Here they were, no more pride to hold either one at bay for this time. None the champion nor the fallen, merely servants to the same cause. Brothers in faith, but foremost, friends. ”Beware those thoughts.” She looked upon him, and saw in his eyes how well he understood her. He had been there as well. Yet Helm’s watchful eyes still lingered upon him even now. Cormyrean pride soon rose upwards again as she took in a deep breath, knowing the truth to her own existence all too well. ”I've pledged my life to His cause, Kanen. It will be forfeit before such thoughts become true.”

    It had been a tough few weeks before. Each day had been one of careful maneuvering, plotting ahead so that the charge would not be lost. She had dealt with the duties of rebuilding the sacred Order for the further good of Narfell. Alliances had been forged to withstand even the test of time. Sacrifices had been made to the extremes, and the battles fought had been harder than ever before. Too many times the light had been granted once more to her own eyes, too many times she had seen the sacred walls of Tyr’s halls after the sweetening darkness of death had come to her. Yet it had all been for the greater good. The bandits had been driven back, the Dwarves allowed to build their hold, the cultists defeated.

    The knight took in a deep breath as Kanen continued to reason with her. ”Your death caused the gathering of a force large and strong enough to reduce the cultist menace here, at least for a time. Your friends gathered to save you,” At least in that he spoke truth. It had not been in vain. Her tunic had draped the gates of Jiyyd, covered in blood, in insult and offense. And all had rallied to the cause. With the mights of allies and faiths combined, they had succeeded where she had failed. Through her own demise, the threat was gone. If only that guard… and Adam.

    She shrugged inwards. How mysterious His ways worked indeed. To be called out at His own temple by those heretics, to overcome all but one. The cry at the gates had come swiftly, and when she had arrived there, sword still in hand and stained in blood, Adam Bromley was there as well. But the guard wasn’t. All that remained had been a small puddle of blood along the way. Even though the bard she hardly even knew did not know what had happened, he had stepped outside with her, towards the ruins of Minthas Rhelgor. With Helm’s guard and his songs of valor, they had followed the trail, until the foulness that walked the ruined earth blocked their path once more. Both the dead and the foul heretic hearts of the living were laid to rest, the dreaded shades that were summoned to stop them were sent back to their own realms, the message made clear that no matter how hard they would try, Helm’s might would not waver. They would fail, and Helm alone would remain, vigilant as ever against their cause.

    There, they had made their mistake: they had fallen back towards the gates, certain that the opposition had been halted for now. None that had crossed their path had remained standing save one, and this one had been sent away by them with the clear message to stop, or perish. The man had been Black Hand, a clear sign of their support in liege with these heretics. He was to inform his masters that none they sought would be given, that merely defeat would be their part. Adam’s voice was coarse, his fingers numb from both battle and song. And the knight had been drained to the point where only hope would keep them standing. They rested there, and prayed for the guidance so harshly needed. Then, without reflecting, they had ventured in again, bent on retrieving the guard.

    It had been their downfall. The certainty of enemies gone had lowered the proud knight’s vigilance, and they had allowed themselves to fall into the trap. Perhaps they should have run, perhaps they should have tried for the ruin doors, yet both were hardened in spirit and heart by their earlier success and the courage that drove one another on. The first wave was quickly dispensed off as both remained standing back to back, dropping each heretic that came to the ground bleeding. Yet then they came, the dreaded shadows called to life by the utterence of a mere word. They were surrounded by 6 of them, these foul creatures that lived for none but death: Shades. The knight had called upon Helm’s will to hold them back, yet it had been of no use. They had fought for their lives with the last grain of courage and strength that each could muster, until the darkness that bit their flesh came over them, draining the last drop of life away.

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    [quick note left at the home of Shane and Bottesini, left on the dining table]

    _My love,

    However hard it grieves me, I must go. It pains me that I cannot take the time to even properly say goodbye, yet the blame upon myself weighs hard, and I must face this now.

    You will hear soon enough of what transpired in Norwick. I cannot find the strength to explain the occurings to you myself, I am barely even able to comprehend them. Yet I cannot turn away from it. After all, we stand as an example to those around us. What example would I be to hide from the very laws that I myself have been upholding for all these years?

    I trust that the rulings of Norwick will be fair and righteous. Until I can be heard, I will remain at their disposal in the Temple of Lathander. I bid you not to come there, you should not need to face me as such. Until this blame is justified, I am not worthy of your kiss or smile.

    May Helm guard you, my love, and keep you safely from harm.

    Yours in heart and faith,

    Shane._

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    Journal Entry #60 – Under Pressure

    Treason, betrayal, mistrust. So much comes to me these days. News of Black Hand operations, approaches made by them to friends, allies, commoners… everyone. They seek the gem, and they make it certain that the whole of Jiyyd knows. With each account of harassment, with each reported spy, the pressure grows. I await now, alone in the bonds that I myself have entrusted upon me, expecting a dagger from any dark corner that I may pass. They try to severe the bonds that exists between those that I have come to see as allies in this. Yet they will fail. Their precious gem is in safety, and I alone bear the secret to it’s whereabouts. As such, it will remain.

    Through all this, the duty of the Order now rests upon me. I am almost happy that rebuilding it is taking my attention away from these matters, even if it is for but a short time. I have spoken with the other Temples, and through this, a new alliance is being forged, one ready and able to stand against that for which the Order was meant.

    I have taken a room in Peltarch for the coming weeks. Although it pains me to be away from home and heart, it allows me to focus on these matters for now, while I lie in wait of the Hand’s next move, pondering my own with care. I have become both the politician to forge alliances, and the general to determine the next move. Trusted spies keep me informed of what I need to know, while old relations are being called on to seek out new information. Now, in the darkest hour, I know who my allies are. The next move will soon unfold, the time is almost right. It must be plotted carefully, each step considered over and over again. It cannot fail. Now, I am grateful for Garran’s lessons of old.

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    Journal Entry #59 – The Pieces Lost

    The Black Hand grows more threatening with each passing day. They have been able to regain their strength, and they now remind us all of their threat with an eagerness that is even greater than was expected of them. Twice already have they found me, trying to take by force what they could not otherwise. I still remain, yet I pray Helm grants me the strength to complete the duty the Order has been given. It saddens me greatly to have learned that Master Lao has fallen to their hand, having set the call of duty above anything else. We can but pray they do not hold the part he was sworn to safeguard, yet all indications tell us they do.

    The staff itself is lost. The Featherlights have fought bravely, their fierceness unwavering, yet they as well have failed. Ulmar, Molar… They now but live on in our memories as the tribe tries to regain its strength. I curse this Black Hand for every foul deed that they have already done. They can and will not succeed. It cannot be allowed.

    A thief in the night has however proven to be a fortunate encounter. A thief in my own house even. It was clear what he was searching for, yet he has been caught, and the information gained from him has proven to be most interesting. For the first time in years, we may once more be able to strike against these villains. And this time, we will not be alone. The Featherlights have stated their own already, they will strike against them as well for having raided their homes. This time, the Hand has gone too far.

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    [private letter to Kanen Hightower]
    _Kanen,

    It has been 5 years now since we first met near the fires of Norwick, and that day still remains as vivid as the ones to follow. You have been ally to me, brother in both faith and arms, and friend where it was needed. To this end, I must admit that your request weighs heavy on my heart.

    I know of the troubles that weigh on yours in these dire times, as well as you know of mine. At times, our Lord asks of us to endure more than any one would bear to hold. You have stood against it time and again, and as such I do understand your pain. Yet I must urge you to steel yourself against it, and find your path in life once again.

    To this end, I have given your request deep consideration. To be honest, Kanen, it were words I would have rather not heard. Throughout these years, you have lead the Order wisely, and have been an inspiration to many of our brothers. I but pray that this action will not lower their vigilance. Yet perhaps you are right, and I have no right in disallowing you the chance to get your own affairs in order once again.

    I will indulge you in your request, and try to steer the Order along the path that first Alannia, and now yourself have set out. Yet I will do so only on one condition, Kanen, and with the same honor that you have offered me in asking this, I ask of you to indulge me in it as well. I will only accept until such time when you deem yourself able again to continue on the true path, fit to be in charge once again.

    We have much to discuss over this and other matters. Therefore I invite you to share a meal at my table, so that we can speak freely on this. Until then I remain, in faith, at your service. May Helm guide you, Kanen, and grant you strength.

    With respectful greetings,

    [signed]
    Shane Andryl_

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    Return of the Black Hand

    With a loud clang the pitcher shattered against the wall, the water spilling all over. “Gods be damned woman!” Laus was clearly upset, his face red in anger and panic. The paladin tried to remain calm before the commoner, folding her arms in reply to his outburst.

    He had come to her a few moments before, requesting a moment of her time, as he had matters to discuss concerning the Order. Of course, she had followed him to his store, curious as to why the commoner would need the Order’s attention. It had become all too clear too soon. At first, he had been most welcoming, offering her a drink while they would speak, remaining polite as ever towards her. She had politely accepted, allowing the man to open the conversation as to what matters weighed on his heart.

    “…have each come into possession of two extraordinary gems…Now, the way I see it, your two groups have no need of such fine gems...Why don't you sell me that ruby and then use the coin for a greater cause?” The paladin was shocked by his direct question. The gems… clearly he spoke of the gems that were part of the Gendebar Staff. But how in Helm’s name could he know of this? It had been kept a secret, not even her own husband knew of it’s existence. And yet here this commoner spoke freely of it, and even blatantly asked her to sell it? It could not be, unless…

    ”Good, it seems the rumor is true…” The smirk on his face alarmed her instantly, but it was too late. He had noticed her clear unamusement with the question. Instantly, the paladin steeled herself, looking calmly upon the man in front of her. He could not be allowed to know the location of the gem, or the fact that it truly existed. Clearly, he had a good sense of judgment, and she would need to hold her calm lest all would be betrayed.

    ”You see…” The man continued, obviously eager enough to get his hands on the gem. ”I had a very special customer once… An old acquaintance of yours.” The paladin remained calm, wondering who on earth the man was speaking off. ”A Miss Adela Cain….A dear and sweet girl to say the least...And one of your companions when you found those precious gems...” Adela! The knight roared inward at the mention of the name. So her suspicions had been true, clearly the man was partly guessing, Adela could not in the least have known about this, she had not been there. Unless… With slight shock, the truth fell upon the knight. Adela must be in league with the Black Hand. And this proved that the Black Hand knew. They would all need to be extremely watchful again. Calmly, the knight looked at the man again, careful to not let any movement betray her inner self.

    ”So.”, he continued, ”I figure that there is a good opportunity for both of us to prosper…Why don't you sell me that ruby at a more than fair price and use the proceeds for some greater cause?” The paladin strained to remain calm, every vein urging her to strike this man down and put him in chains. Yet he knew, and as such, he could prove valuable. ”Keep your friends close, but your enemies even closer.” The lesson had been wise before, and most true here. The paladin showed a faint smile towards him, speaking calmly. ”I have nothing to sell you, sir, at least not that of which you speak.” The man looked at her in surprise, as if he had been expecting her to just hand it over in exchange for coin. 25000 was a vast amount offered, but not even all the coin in Faerun would be enough to repay for the damage done by letting it out of the Order’s guard. Gradually, his surprise turned to sheer anger as he continued to try and persuade her. Yet she would not respond to him, she would not give a single further indication that his suspicions were indeed true. His outrage though disturbed her greatly. Either the man was under extreme pressure, or there was another cause. Either way, he already knew too much.

    ”Leave my store! Get out now woman!” With a polite nod and a final greeting, the paladin turned to leave. The man muttered, his face red as he saw there was none to be gained. He had tried his best to learn more on the whereabouts of the gem, to get his hands on the gem itself, yet he had failed. A dark gleam appeared on her face as she closed the door behind her. The time for vigilance was at hand. She would need to warn the monastery soon.

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    Nuts and Giants

    The night was still high when the paladin awoke, unable to sleep anymore. The thought of what was to be kept her awake more often than not these days. It was to pass soon, and she prayed with each passing day that the call to action would come. With a sigh she raised herself out of the bed, careful not to awaken her husband. She looked upon him a moment, a warm smile appearing on the ever stern facade. He had returned late, having been summoned by the City of Peltarch, and had been most weary. Gently, she gave him a light kiss on his cheek. ”Rest well this night, my love. May Helm watch over you while I am away.” With that, she turned out of the room, leaving him to whatever dreams he might be holding.

    She had tried her best not to show him the troubles that were within, but he knew it well. He knew her all too well… ”No more pain, no more tears” It had been the promise both had made years before, to not let anything come between them, however great it might be. It had been kept up to now, but the knight feared that it would soon be broken, when the final call to duty would come. A faint smile lingered as she pondered this. Her armor stood in front, the symbol of her Lord catching the light of the fireplace playfully. It had been the cause of what had kept them apart for so many times before. He had told her many times how he wished for the day that it would just remain there, when there would be no need to wear it anymore. Yet he knew, as much as she did, that such a day would only come with death.

    Careful not to make too much sound, the knight began to strap it on once more. Thoughtfully she allowed her gaze to linger upon the faintly crackling fire. A faint smile lingered as she pondered the years that had been between them, how they had stood against one another, how he had pleaded with her to take his life, and how they had grown to one another instead. Indeed, he knew her all too well, and although she knew his wishes, and knew how much they were her own, she was grateful for his support. She could not turn away from all that threatened these lands, just as much as he himself could, and they both knew it. They could but cherish the time that was granted, before yet another call to action would drive them away from home and hearth again. His heart was strong, his thoughts bent just as much on purging whatever might lurk in the shadows. In that she had not failed him. The promise was kept.

    The click of the clasp on her sword belt drew her out of her musings. More routine than anything else, she drew the fine blade, checking it for any irregularities. It was still as good as new, not a notch or crack to be seen. Bacelar had done a fine job. Her eyes drifted off to the sword against the wall, hung neatly above Helm’s shrine. Trivaenstel, the blade her father had granted her on her departure. It had never left it’s scabbard. Silent, the paladin gathered the small pack lying in the corner. The mighty sword that the giants had raised against her before lay above it, still stained, but in fairly good condition. She would have to bring it to the smith soon to have it repaired. After all, it never hurt to have a second weapon at ready, especially not with the Orcs that were so near the town. One could not afford to loose or break a sword and stand defenseless when battle was upon them. And it would need a scabbard as well, the original one had been too stained to be of any further use. A trip to Peltarch would be justified once more. With that thought, the knight set off to the road once again. The sun rose slowly above the horizon, basking the woods in front in a yellowish taint. The guards had reported no Orcs near the town either, so she allowed her sword to remain sheathed for a while longer, listening to the sounds of the forest as it slowly awakened to yet another day. Indeed, it would be a beautiful one.

    ”Perhaps the Doctor will find it a fine day as well” She pondered the thought for a moment, curious as to whether the surgeon in Ormphur would finally succeed or not. It seemed his task was meant to be full of failure, for the other night he had come to Jiyyd, asking their aid in once more retrieving some of his precious ingredients. Of course, they had been willing to help, and of course it had lead them to danger again.

    The quest had lead them deep into the Giant’s lands. Jaroo had not been willing to go alone, and he had been most prudent in this. Zak was always willing to join on any adventure, so he readily came along. Walkman’s tracking skills had also proven to be most reliable, and even Sussuro had joined, although the knight suspected him of having been more interested in the possibility of finding new trees than anything else. And then there had been Johan, “Master Errand Runner”. The paladin suppressed a chuckle at the thought. Obviously scared to the bone, he had swallowed his own fears and had insisted on coming along with them, to carry their bags and share a little of the adventure. She had tried to talk some sense into him, but he wouldn’t hear of it. Somehow, the knight felt nothing but respect for the brave little hin. They had all set off together on the very same road she treaded upon now, straight towards the Spire. And they had all returned, weary from battle with the Giants, but in good health none the less. All but one. Jaroo’s trusted companion, the bear Laika, had lost it’s life there trying to defend him. She felt his grief all too well. Yet the task had been accomplished, the ingredients found, and now once more, the Doctor was able to try his luck again.

    It had been good to travel with old friends once more. The day had already been mostly spent with Zak, and she had enjoyed every moment of it. He had been wanting to go near the Gypsy Camp to search for some fine wood, so she had decided to accompany him along the way. After all, spiders there were many, and the woods around the Camp were dangerous even for the brave hin. It had been the right choice as well, for a few hours later they had found themselves in battle for their lives with the Ettercaps that frequented those parts. It had been Helm’s strength that had kept the both of them alive against them, and the fiendish hounds that had found their way into the woods as well. If Zak had gone alone, he would surely have died. Atel would have never forgiven her. She smiled softly as the vision of the hin faded once more. If ever she had a good friend in these lands, it would surely be him. He had promised to send Tanya over to their house again soon, and she was already looking forward to seeing the child once again.

    The paladin looked up a moment as the first peaks of the Giantspire doomed in the distance. The sun was already high. If she made haste, she would make it to Peltarch before noon.

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    Journal Entry #58 - The Lurking in the Deep (continued)

    I have conferred with sir Eram on the matter, and there may yet be a way to banish that which lurks so near. Yet the task will not be without danger. Eram has divined a link between ourselves and this being, brought into life by the same evil that had before taken ours. Although even the mere thought of somehow being connected to this thing shivers me to the core, it might prove beneficial. If it is there, it can be used, and from what Eram has told me, it will be. It is the perfect conduit through which Helm’s might can strike back at this being. We will return there, that much is certain, it cannot be allowed to roam freely and continue to do it’s work here. I can but wonder what my role in this will be, and pray that Helm grants us the victory so strongly needed. He is strong within us, I see that clearly now. May His strength and ours be able to overcome.


  • 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!]