3. {Journal of the Bladesinger}

{Journal of the Bladesinger}

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    It's ben almost a year now that i have come to Narfell i still recall how i was looking up at every one and was feeling so weak and unable yet my pride kicked in every time the feeling came.

    It was Norwick the batle field frontier town with so many passing trough.i could only succeed i tought so i became one of it's resident.
    I felt small compare to the others.yet i did my best not to let it show.
    Some where good to me then some were not so good and some well just as for now simply ignored me.

    I recall trying to earn skills was so hard and none would take me along.
    none till Goodman did..how Ironic Goodman was the name of the evil priest who turned undeads as servants..ofcourse i had no idea then and even then he helped me to train and get gold to equipe my self.
    it was a few weeks after i found out he was evil and turned undeads as servants.

    Time passed i tryed hard to earn my fullplate wich i did i must have killed over thousands of Hobgoblins on Nars road and looted all of them carrying back the heavy loots to the gypsy camp.

    Wich at the time gave good gold for weapons and armors.
    i did it quite a lot until..Aelthas the camp owner forbiden me to sell my stuff there. I stoped to sell my stuff there scince but i know even if it's ben almost a year he still checks on me after i leave.

    Not an easy land for a traveling scholar.Even less for a singer and harpist.
    I was thrown in jail for punching Goodman in NOrwick after he tryed to accuse me of Necromancy just after i found out he was evil.

    I will always remember how it went…i spent a full day naked in a jail without food or water then Dwin payd me a visit.He took me out and asked me why i was there.No matter the answer he just let me out then beat me down to near death and throw me out saying i would have to start the hard way...no gold no gears with busted lips i could'nt even earn gold singing. Some good soul gave me a food ration so i could at least sleep,then i used my only spell to heal a bit i went alone trying to kill a goblin with my fist and succed i came back with my loot feeling worthy,the loot was'nt much,a broken dagger a and coal piece.i sold the dagger for a coin it was enough for an other meal wich helped me get my spell back again latter so i finished healing and eventualy was able to sing
    i sang songs with hopes of getting better conditions and it worked i got noticed and made a few friends,eventualy some companions as well and from there i was able to hunt the hobgoblins.

    It broken my heart to leave Norwick but i felt i had no choice it was that or would had went mad.

    Aramuil the chancelor's advisor had taken the words of a criminal gnome"Drogo" over mine and asked me to return him the gold he had previously stolen form my fallen corpse even if i had persuade him already to give the gold and had it in my possession.
    I insisted the gold was mine and even if the gnome had ben guilty before of similar crimes my words were not beleeved.
    I felt betrayed i took me a time but it came to me that if i was to stay i would loose all self respect. so i moved to Jiyyd wich is home to the legion.

    I will talk latter about the legion.

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    After passing lots of time training,helping others in ways i can and enjoying life as one should i have started to realise how lucky i am to be so free.

    My ideas of creating a new group are very behind me now as i have started to feel the urge to find that silver dragon in hopes that he would see me worthy of taking me as an apprentice.I am sure such good harted and free being would have great things to teach me.

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    I left Narfell Returning to my homelands in the glaciers.The Iceravers "largest" clan in the glaciers and followers of Auril had descided that the clans had to bow before them and become vasals.

    Only one clan followed the demands,all the others joined against the Ice Reavers Soon hundreds of battle fields appeared,the carnage started.

    Auril had been sleeping very long underthe ice and she was thirsty…
    And i had been Calld by Mara my sister to take my responsability as a war chief and lead my people to the batle.

    "The white bear" my clan was in perils,i came late in the war With my troup of Clansmen.We arrived in at the moment of no return the clan Greywolf at the field had lost most of their heroes and the ranks were thin.

    We came Crushing aginst the elite group of the ice reavers.

    The Icereavers high priestess and Several other priestess of same power armored heavely were leading the batle accompanied by the finests Warriors of the clan.

    Soon the batle was lost i saw no other alternative then dueling their war chief.
    Over blessed by his priestess.Ludrak Brock felt all mighty and soon acceptred the chalange.

    The batle started h had ablow upon me at my waist,hard and painfull but not yet broken..I replyed with a perfect blow under his shield arm...lost of blood splats. Ludrak Furious hit my leg with is axe,almost sectioning it.

    In despair i let go of my guard hit with my strenght aiming at his head...

    ...It falls,it rolls,scream of victory arise from my clansfolks a priestess comes forward.I shak of my fears and let her come expecting a talk but instead she Channels light trough the ice and callsforth a shard of ice.<auril's avatar="">.

    The Shard of ice a women of incridible beauty and strenght
    Made of cold and flesh Comes and offers me a kiss to seal the peace betwin our clan. "the kiss"the symbol of so many dramatic things yet of so many passions.Seconds are passing and... i see my clan so thin without any real hopes of survival. I dare and oppen my mouth asking her to spare my clan and respect the defeat... She smiles wisely... Approches...i am caught suspended at her eye,unable to move,entranced and slowly turning to ice...

    Seconds,minutes,hours,days,weeks,months,seasons,years...9 years and 7 months 12 days and 30 minutes latter the ice melts,the pain beyond any ever known to me yet occures>for days i awake and fall back into coma,Mother watches over being a priestess of Sune,she keeps me warm and finaly i see through.

    The clan has evolved back into almost as much population then it was at before the Aurilans war.Not only did the clan had recovered but it had devloped a trade route with the Gretwolf clan wich brought new metals
    therfor a few smiths from other clans arround came working the metals and builded a powerfull forge.

    Mother Looking young as ever with her 78 years,rulling over the clans daily's and overseeing the temple of Sune freshly builted.

    Mara"sunshine"my beloved young sister and scorceress,act as advisor to mother and ensure some technical securities from the weave.

    Two months pass i have all my strenght back or close enouh...the peace as been back for almost ten years.I felt useless and left to Peltarch where i was living before i left for the war. Soon new faces were met aswell as old ones,memories returned the life returned and days passed

    Now i am seeking to take residence in Peltarch,seriously pondering about starting a new group of intervention,the focus would be batle support.Not shock troups but rather intervention units that would support Peltarch,Norwick and the legion when they would need us.

    The main concern i have is to get my home first and that project keeps coming back to my head. I know it might come true or just trough.
    Time will tel. Though I still wont ever ally with slavers.</auril's>