3. A Beautiful Woman's journal

A Beautiful Woman's journal


  • I have returned to the town of Jiyyd and am happy and surprised to find it much the same as before I had left. My friends are all around, though it seems my sister has told me that Ryndar has died when I was most certain I saw him the other day. Perhaps it is that necromancer playing with my head again, though I do hope it is not. I swore I spoke to him and he had the axe I gave him and he cherished so much, though my sister says it cannot be because she has the axe. The axe I bought him, what a waist. He lived on the edge and died on the edge, in the end too much alike me for me to hope to ever truly find love for I know where my heart is set. The sweet carresses and sense of safety no other man could ever give me. I saw the whimsical Locarian as well. Funny to think he was the first person I met in this land and at that time was with Nicahh who almost killed me my first night in the tavern and now she is basically my lifeblood. I have no where else to stay but the sisters tavern, devoting myself to books I am not sure there is a way to make a living in this land without killing things, though I do dreadfully hate having to do so. The spray of blood, the loss of my unborn child and the idea that somewhere in that cave some vampire still lurks waiting for me is not appealing. I know I am probably exaggerating and making myself believe more than what is actually there but even still the hobgoblins on the road, even them I wish no harm to, though I know that it is impossible.


  • _What a busy week. First I was told of driders in the camp, we went out to scout the forest but found no driders and very few spiders. Maybe the driders are scaring away the spiders. I had a talk with Wog, and he has been helping me progress along with my woodworking. Thanks big brother. I also have found that at least in battle Ludo and I compliment each other in fighting styles very nicely being able to fight back to back with very similar designs that we seem to know where each other is going to move before they get there.

    I went out to Norwick and went to scout the graveyard with Ridian when one of the most horrifying things happened, we encountered a very large mummy, I count us lucky to be alive. The thing carried a very large cleaver, wore norwick militia armor, had a broken sun amulet and a vial of blood. Elen has asked that we collect garlic to aide with the final push through the graveyard. I'm not sure how much help we can be but we will try. The room went deathly dark after we killed the mummy and a spirit or wraith of some sort appeared thanking us for freeing 'them.' Whoever them is I am unsure. The door was locked behind us and we thought we were done for sure, when the door clicked and we escaped back into the town.

    Then in the eastern Rawlins the forest became deathly quiet something scared away the goblins. We went with Fadia and some of the others to check it out and found a couple of odd looking skulls with red markings on them along with a trio of succubus demons. I ran, I was no match for such creatures, but the others fought and downed the creatures. Some day I will be as strong as they are, I have learned the third circle of spells, soon I will be on my way. We went deeper into the forest to retrieve a goblin shaman and take it back for questioning. I have yet to find out from Fadia what if anything she discovered.

    The next morning I spent with Ronan, we went up to the city to do a raid on the kobolds and try to aquire some gold. The kobold adepts and elites give very much trouble for very little worth, I will know to go elsewhere next time._


  • _We had soo much fun the other day. While Ronan was mad at me at first for tagging him out in the first round of the festival mission to kill Bhaal, he thanked me in the end because we won as the bad guys. I know, it was a surprise. I didn't even get hit, and almost had the final hit on Horbag, I'm sorry Horgie, but it was super fun.

    They had to cross the sea where we as lizards took out three of the heros, they then had to find a treasure where we only took out Ad, and then had to climb the mountain where we only got one more. Then there was the final battle and Ez as the great Bhaal led us to victory. Though it was more because first we had most of the mages on our side, then secondly they came through the gate with a couple archers on the hill one at a time. We were able to stay together under the leadership of Ez and attack as a single unit while the heros seemed divided, each waiting for the others to fall trying to claim the prize for themselves.

    Jerr won the story writing contest, and I'm not even sure if they held the dancing or howling contest because we went to Keira's auction. Many items were sold, some for more than I would ever think they were worth in the spirit of helping Norwick, and others had minimums too high that no one wanted them. After the auction was over, I had enough to put down on Mingal Kross's armor to at least have Keira allow me to have it for the time, though I still owe her gold to finish paying for it, I doubt it will take me long to get.

    Then the day after I met Ronan in Peltarch. Sometimes as I told him to his face I think he can be a little immature for his age, perhaps it comes with his past evilness. Or perhaps it is because I am used to so many in the past giving gifts freely and protecting me first where Ronan seems to allow me to forge my own path and takes care of himself before anyone else.

    I wish Loc was around, I do want to talk to him again. Rhyn told him that I liked him, though wether that is true or not I am uncertain if I will be able to do anything about it. Ronan is at least here for me, while Loc continues his self loathing and hides in shame I supose._


  • _We mourn as a family, Zoma's death has brought new grief and determination to those who knew he was leaving for war in his homeland. I only hope I can offer something to Raghild whom I wish I could be more of a pillar of strength to help carry the heavy weight that weighs upon us all. But I find myself unable to because of my own heavy heart.

    I found out today that Rhyn and Shae are having a child. It makes perfect sense now why Rhyn told me she needed him. I can only say that I hope you are happy Rhyn, but as even he said himself, he tends to marry women only to run away. I wonder if it will not be the same this time.

    Ronan seems to be making progress, he has given me little reason to dislike or not trust him, other than the words Rhyn whispers in my ear. Though wether they are true or not, rumors are just rumors. I told him it will take time for me to fully trust him, but that I am willing to take that time for we both need to be patient with each other.

    Locarian showed back up, same self absorbed, fighting everything that walks man. I found out that he may still be hurt from the long past relationship with Nicahh, I wish he could open up a little. I want to be able to help him, to care for him, but it is impossible when he does not allow me. Perhaps it is my methods that are poor, or perhaps it is that he has truly cut himself off from caring for women in any way. I know either way that I enjoy his company.

    My guardian brother Elyl came to visit me in the camp, I regret having to be the one to tell him that Zoma is no more. He is a strong man, both in body and in soul. I am lucky to have so many brothers who are good people. Song has expressed worry and discontent that she has been shunned by some, and shows gratitude that I was so kind to her when she first arrived. I wonder who it was that turned away her friendship, for she is a kind soul._


  • _While I have come to befriend Ronan and he has yet to give me reason to doubt his intentions other than the things that may haunt his past I am unsure I can openly trust him yet. He says Elenwyle is helping him convert, helping him rid his old ways, but what can truly be done to cure someone of worshipping a god they say they did out of necesity. While stealing may be done in necesity, to worship a god of theft is never necessary.

    I had a pleasant conversation with Drelan, I am glad that we can be friends. His company and friendship means a lot to me, and he offered to teach me the ropes on the deck of a ship. Something Ocean always meant to do though we never got around to.

    I aided those who were organizing the festival find a couple prizes. I went to Norwick and gathered some food and medical supplies. And I was welcomed with open arms to the Guardians. An organization I love and cherish for making me part of their family, a part and family that I never had before. Two wonderful older brothers in Att and Wog, one who can teach me new magics, and the other who looks out and protects me. And two wonderful big sisters in Raghild and Horbag. Hor helped me get a job working with the Rat and Bats, just gossiping, telling people it exists and to visit it because it is off the well beaten path. I should find out how to arrange a meeting with the counsel of Jiyyd to try to get a sign posted at the entrance of the town and have been meaning to tack up an add for a painter to put a banner above the entrance to the cave. She is suposed to make me a costume with bat wings and a rat tail, I hope it is cute, then I may even be able to go around during the festival trying to sell some of the food she cooks so elegantly. I never thought Rats and Bats would be something I would be interested in eating, but Horbag does a good job cooking them with the right spices to make them taste good. And the Rats and Bats are abundant and a pain. Better to eat them than the free animals of the forest says I. Jerrick got the job of hunter, to gather the meat for the meals.

    I worry for my friend Song now. Her innocence may distract and hurt her in the future. I worry someone will take advantage of her kindness, especially after she ran off crying when we killed the goblins to get the dwarves ale back. And then soon there after I saw her doing nothing but wallowing, sitting with dwarves and the likes, drinking to her hearts content, the vile taste of ale, and the smell of drunkenness wafted from her. I am lost, not sure what I can do for a friend, for some lessons must be learned the hard way._


  • _There is one known to me as the song giver, a friend that sees through my false pretenses and into my soul. She is wonderful in a way, though I worry for her for not being strong enough to hunt and also not wanting to harm the creatures of the land. She possesses such innocence that I once remember when I first came to the land. Perhaps that is why I have grown used to her, to try to help her as others had helped me. Though for the time being I find that it seems she is helping me more than I am her.

    I saw Rhyn again today, though he did not speak when I showed that I wore the ring he had given me so long ago, a ring that symbolized an engagement that was to be. Though at the time he last talked to me, truly talked to me he mentioned that he had something to tell me, though I told him to wait and he was thinking to himself a way to tell me in a way that would not hurt me and others. For what he was speaking of I am not sure, I do know he stated he still loved me. Whether as a sister or whether as a protector I am not sure. Whether as a lover or as one he wishes as his wife I am not sure.

    Another I have befriended, though I am told he was or still is a maskite. It worries me that he does not talk of his past, and still others tell me that he stated that 'he will stand over my bloody body one day.' What that is suposed to mean I am uncertain, though I know not a reason for the one who told me to lie. The one who told me believes it means he plans to kill me, to become close and take my life for his lord Mask. I am not sure._


  • _Today I find myself at a loss. Looking over my shoulder and while I have made many new friends and forged new alliances I miss those I have spent many years with. The laughter of Drelan, the boy he once was as a bodyguard no longer exists. I found that he is married, I don't blame him, I was not there.

    I was locked away in my own world, reading and taking care of the children when I had a free moment. Though it seems I passed through the halls on silent days for many did not even know I was still residing there. Sisters there are in abundance, and I have found the possibility of a family in the form of the Gaurdians. They have a warm harth and open arms, I hope I can make a new home and forge a new path, but for some reason the past always lingers.

    Rhyn appeared again, seems he wasn't dead after all, just disappeared. My sister has moved on to other things, while he says he still loves me. Curious I am wether such things are true, but he states it as if there is a catch to him loving me, as if he would ask me to be a second wife yet again. I cannot and will not do such, a girl deserves more than being second to someone else.

    Zoma became a dear friend in the short while he was here while I returned, almost a father figure that I never had. Though it seems he had to leave to fight war back in his homeland. Strange that he left without word, without leaving notice, he did enjoy trying to play the matchmaker and seemed to think I may like a man named Lucidious. Though I have never met this man, I am unsure, there are so many friends right now, I believe it is just time to be free.

    That notion of free, a wonderful thing. Reminds me of that short time when my soul flutters back from purgatory to my lifeless body. The split seconds of nothingness and flying through the air. Similar to how I felt when flying as a fey, we searched out and helped the pixies find a new home. I was glad I could help, after dying in the orc attack and then again when the gnolls and orges were fighting and I slipped into the frozen cave where there were many more than I could handle. I was only lucky that others were there to jump down behind me and save my body._