The Visions and Divinations of Liyrawen the Truthseeker
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_I've finally arrived. It's been weeks since the vision came to me of the caravan, then this sign that read Norwick. Now I'm here, and I had been patiently awaiting assurance that I was in the right place… when it came.
Sitting about the fire in Norwick, I had been patiently meditating, basically leaving myself open as I normally do to the attentions of Savras, should he choose to grant his servant a glimpse of what is, or is to be.
What I saw chilled me to the bone.
There was a circle of stones, twelve pair of them, with stones atop each set, making doorways of a sort. In between two sets was a cage, and in this cage, a gnome. Standing by the cage was a pale man in a hood, and in the center of a circle, an altar of sorts which emanated the darkest feelings I have ever encountered.
I took the group of people who were with me in Norwick, and we went to go save this stranger.
We encountered horrible things, undead animals, then undead men, even magic using clerics risen from their rest, all put to keeping us from this place.
We went anyway, defeating them as we came, and then encountered the hooded man himself. He defeated us soundly, but a few of us escaped, and rescued each other, heading back to town to recuperate, and try to get back before nightfall of the next day.
We did, and with the help of a Norwick scout were able to put this pale fellow to fleeing, and rescue the gnome, who cowered frightfully from us.
We assured him as best we could that we had no ill intent, and were making progress until coin snuck up on him and seemed to.. hug him? Restrain him?Either way, she got stabbed for her troubles, but wasn't hurt badly.
Perhaps I'll see him again, I can only hope so. I may need to learn gnomish though, to be able to speak to him . That is, unless he for some bizarre reason speaks elven, sign, rashemi, or draconic.
I forgot to check, before.
At least now I know that I am supposed to be here now, for sure.
I will continue to serve he of the third eye without question, as I have since I left the highforest, and perhaps one day grasp this talent of mine more firmly. I will continue to find the truth in all things._
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_I was sitting mostly alone at the inn in cold, wet Norwick. A cup of tea was still steaming on the table in front of me, sending up tantalizing tendrils of aromatic vapor, when everything went dark. I didn't even have time to think "Drow!" and felt no magic anyway… before I saw it.
Grey light shone up from the floor of what resolved itself to be a cave. It struck me as odd that seemingly "grey" light could be so bright, but a reason presented itself when a woman rose up from the hole the light came from, presenting herself to me.
She had a musical voice, and spoke clearly to me. She said,
"The strongest worms have brought the richest earth to the deepest caves and highest mountaintops. The land is restless. This is what I have been told to say. I am Cilwa. Reach out to me, and show me Savras's way."
An orb of sorts then appeared around the woman and myself when I attempted to reach out for her, and then it shattered. I was still at my seat, and nobody appeared to have noticed. Some surely think me crazy anyway, with my components and 'witchery,' but I don't mind so much anymore.
I think I'll go ask around about a "Cilwa."
A few hours later
Apparently this miss Cilwa is an accquaintance of Mister Drelan, frequents Norwick, and was seen leaving the Norwick in with Drelan recently. She is also apparently a dancer.
Perhaps I'll come across her soon._
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_I met a fellow today who, just by looking at him, I could tell bore a great weight upon his heart of his own creation or experiences … but also bore the weight of others on his shoulders willingly, too.
He was willing to talk to me of dreams that plagued him, and as we parted ways, he assured me that my words did help._
They have, be sure of it.
_He is handsome and kind hearted, and smart.
I am sure he will someday make somebody very, very happy, if he lets himself be happy too.
I hope to speak to him again.
I wonder who named him after a spiky part of a plant though, and why…_
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_Time has been kind to me, while I've been away…
I've been abroad, far from the seemingly constant wars and battles of Narfell, and learned of the other Gods of Seeing, and begun practicing their arts as best I can as well.
It never hurts to learn more, after all, and it can only help, right?
My steps brought me back to Narfell, as I've heard and "seen" dire things in my dreams of the place... perhaps I can be of use._
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_The visions come still, and I have recounted several visions of what "Was" now… and have determined them the most painful by far.
Visions of what "has yet to be" I don't always mind as much, at least if there's a chance of bringing some good into the situation if there is none to begin with but (Scribbled out)
I have implements now, the like of which I haven't had since I left Rashamen, mostly thanks to Arlinn. She makes these things I happen across more bearable, or bearable at all in some cases, like... well like last night.
I was in Norwick, and set my implements about me, drawing the attention of a few folk who decided they needed to watch, despite the fact that I could have set there for hours without anything.
It came immediately to my surprise, the crystal globe before me filling with smoke, before resolving into an image. A Caravan.
The first guard... (Scribbled out, and this whole section of page is scribbled out with it, with water stains on the page)
I can't write of what I saw in detail, it's too much like reliving it again, and I don't wish to do that. Although it is the truth, and I have seen it, I wish not to dwell on truths such as this, lest I lose the desire to exist in this world.
In short, the four guards were killed in a most merciless fashion, all disemboweled, then beheaded upon an altar. It was gruesome, bestial, and cold, but I recounted it all for those who stood near, as I see the truth not so I can keep it to myself, but make the truth known to those around me.
I did this last night, and some elf called it an act, a performance, and not a true seeing.
I have experienced this before, many times in my life. In Rashemen and the surrounding areas, I had those who discounted what I said, and even mocked me for it, but never like this. Never on the heels of seeing four lives snuffed out in the most cruel ways, after watching valiant struggles turn into piteous whimpers, or the pleading to one's God for Salvation that arrives too little, too late.
I saw this, and was struck down as a pretender, despite having saved a life from this very town, from a necromancer. I hope the Gods curse this fool who desires not to see the truth. I hope they take the gift of vision from him, so that he HAS to rely on the truth of others.
Until then I won't stop I will share what I'm given, the truth from the All-Seeing, what others cannot, will not, or dare not do.
I just wish it didn't have to hurt, so._
