3. Journey back to Calimport....

Journey back to Calimport....


    • Arthur is seen coming from the Phoenix guildhouse seeming heavy minded and even heavier hearted as he goes about speaking softly to the stable hand and giving him some coin to ensure the protection and well keeping of his mount with instructions to give the mount to Sir Reynauld if he does not return in six months. He goes about and begins writing out two letters and leaves them with a messenger, the messenger confused at the mans seeming low but nods accepting the two letters as he goes about preparing other gear, appearing to ready himself for a very long trip, his armor left behind *

    • Letters *

    Dear Varia….

    It is with regret I could not find you to tell you this in person. I am heading back to Calimport and honestly don't know if I will be returning, the thugs that jumped me are clearly only the beginning of things to come if I don't go and face this. I admit this scares me half to death but in reality it must be done if I ever expect to live a normal life. I pray one day soon I will be able to come back and see you. If not, you were a great friend and have alot of good in your heart, never forget that and always let it shine through.

    Love: Arthur Forge

    Ps. If you see my son....tell him I love him and hope to see him one day as well.

    Dear Reynauld.

    As my mentor I send you this word out of respect and as my friend. I will be heading to Calimport and really don't know if I will be returning. I need to deal with these problems in my past as you will read in my book about killing the pasha, seems the Sultan is rather pissed about it enough to send thugs out to jump me. Thus I return to plead my case to him and hope it doesn't fall on deaf ears. I don't know if I will survive this....If I haven't returned in six months I have asked that Thunder be given to you. Please take good care of him and I really hope to see you again soon. I am sorry I couldn't find you to tell you this personally, take care my friend

    Signed:

    Squire Arthur Forge

    • with each letter handed out, Arthur heads for the nearest ship and boards setting sail for Calimport *

  • Arthur is seen getting off a ship looking very pale and thin, he was seen met by Sir Elyl and was brought to the Regal inn, where they were met by another priestess and led inside, only the two priests were seen leaving.


    • Arthur stands at the Bow of the ship staring out towards where Narfell will be, his clothes hang baggy in show of the weight he has lost on this trip, he is unshaven and tired having received little sleep and is rather pale, each movement bringing a wince of pain though for the longest time he just stares out to the distance spotting random ships as they pass though he eventually heads back to his cabin glancing to the mirror and frowns at his own reflection then moves back to his desk pulling out his journal *

    Journal

    It has already been over a week, I am more then sure that my injuries are infected though I trust no one on this ship to treat them, I am so sick of seeing fish of any kind the smell alone makes me sick, I have lost a good deal of weight and a large bit of sleep. If Sir Reynauld, Ah'ria or even Varia saw me now they would freak. Yet I have not the strength right now to do much else then try and rest. I feel like a mace is pounding on my head every moment I am awake and every movement is a nightmare of pain. Three weeks left till we get back and I cant wait to be there. I find myself standing at the bow of the ship staring towards where I know Narfell is, longing to be back among friends…well lets hope they will finally serve something other then fish tonight.....but from the gut wrenching smell.....I believe I will be skipping another meal. So sleep it is.

    • sighs as he looks to the sailor as he brings another fish platter into his room and winces as his stomach churns painfully and after the sailor leaves he dumps the plate out the window spitting up the remainder of his lunch at the smell and goes laying back on the bed sweat forming on his brow as he tries to sleep *

  • *Arthur is seen boarding a ship days later, he seems very quiet and withdrawn so the crew would say and very tired, his energy drained and his spirits seeming low as he just heads to his cabin to await the arrival back in Narfell. He pulls out his journal and begins to write yet again *

    Journal

    Well, I have survived Calimport, that's about the only good news I can write here. The Sultan as per usual was not in a good mood but at least he actually heard me out which is likely the only reason I am alive. I will likely be feeling this for weeks to come mind you. The punishment was extremely harsh in my opinion and I am forever exiled behind it. At least I can say I am leaving alive. That is far more then most can ever say in my place. I am in much pain at this moment so my writing is sloppier then usual even for me. My head is pounding and my spirit near broken. I honestly can't wait to be back home and among friends again. Perhaps that will sooth my heart and grant some reassurance. For now though, I find no will to even eat the food offered or to speak to anyone here as I await my falcons return from Ah'ria, gods do I hope to hear from her soon, I could really use something good right now in this darkness…

    • the page is lightly stained with blood and the writing that normally looks childish, is barely legible *

  • Journal

    Well, finally in Calimport, I have an appointment to see the Sultan in the morning and news really doesn't sound good, he apparently has been in quite the sour mood as of recent. Strangely though an elf passed me today as I was getting to the inn and told me the Seldahrine was with me! My mind immediately went back to Ah'ria. Were her prayers being noticed? Were they really looking over me and watching out for me though I am no elf? Has it something to do with my first wife and my son being of elven blood? So many questions so few answers. Ah'ria's letters are a blessing in this dark storm right now, I also sent a letter out to Sir Reynauld to let him know I had arrived. I don't know if he will respond but I hope one way or another he will get in touch with me or that I will see him again.

    I made some connection with old contacts, found out the banite that had originally brought me under was dead, died a few months ago by an…"accident" which anyone in Calimport knows...is never truly an accident. Probably for the best as I will be striving to avoid them while I am here as well as they would not be happy to see me having changed my colors. Hopefully in and out without notice.


  • journal

    Week two and I can't wait for this voyage to be over already, its been storms non stop and were crossing into more dangerous waters, the captain keeps muttering about pirates when he thinks im not in hearing range, little does he realize I know this area likely better then he does. Thankfully I may still have some old….friends on these waters if things get a bit hairy. I doubt many would approve friendship with pirates but then again, none of them are trying to survive this trip. I just recieved a letter from my falcon back from Ah'ria, she has no idea how much this brightens my day to see her letters. I really can't wait to get home and see her once again....well....looks like another storm is moving in, god am I sick of being at sea....

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    Upon Arthur's departure, a half elven maiden with fiery red hair accompanies him to the docks. She wishes him farewell and safe travels, then waits until the ship is out of sight before she seems to just disappear into the shadows


    • Journal *

    Well, its been a week out and the sailing has been fairly decent but I do hate sailing at the moment, my mind keeps drifting back to Ah'ria though in reality it has given me alot of time to think on what kinda relationship I could have with her. I won't even deny for a moment I am in love with her. I will need to make sure she knows about Cathal and more about me. I think I will send her my journal and an explanation in regards to Cathal. Then I will know what she thinks of me, and hope she still sees me in the same light. It looks like there is a storm moving in and I can hear the captain yelling out about battening things down….I guess now is a bad time to admit this scares the hell outta me....


    • Journal *

    Well, were three days out of Narfell and already I question the wisdom of going back, my heart pounds both in fear and for the woman I left back in Narfell….Ah'ria.....I doubt I have ever fallen for anyone that fast before that I can even remember and yet I am still drawn back to her. There is still a long way to go to Calimport and yet there is no turning back. If I truly wish to make a life for me and for her...then I must go to Calimport and finish this once and for all.

    I at least got to see Varia and Lady Celestia before leaving and even Elyl, it makes me happy....and I think a bit sad to leave the few friends I have to willingly walk back into the hornets nest and face what I know may be my own death. A part of me wanted to cower out, to stay there and trust that Oscura or the few friends I have made could protect me.....Even after Sir Andrew promised to deal with the fiends that jumped me. Even made me want to ask some of them to come with me....but how could I when I don't even know if I will make it back alive? I can't ask that of anyone but can only try and think of the friends I have left behind and pray I will see them again. Helm watch over me as I try to get through this....