3. A Quest for Tyr - Kara Willendt's Diary

A Quest for Tyr - Kara Willendt's Diary


  • Entry 102 –

    Back in Norwick. Yay.

    I was hoping to run into Braeth so I could talk more about this ambassador job he’s roped me into doing. I don’t know if I agree with it all. Would Tyr approve of me living with creatures that are quite possibly evil? And they perform blood sacrifices? I get queasy thinking of it.

    Fishel had gotten a bunch of people together and began to tell them of the Alliance. I sat in, wanting to see him as he tries to recruit more people. He did a good job, I think he got a few interested and potential members. Bram and Scutum especially interest me, as I know them as friends.

    Vilmar then came in to speak with me, saying he just saw Cera and that Mojo was so loud, that he could hear the voices of Mojo! A moment later, Cera walked in and as I approached her, I also heard the whispers. Now, I’m a bit used to having some voices in my head from the spirits, demons, and evil wizard minions that I’ve dealt with. But “Mojo” was a strain even on my senses. Poor Vilmar was so distressed from the ordeal. I have no clue how to help her though. My guess would be that perhaps her magic is turning Wild? I noticed a few other odd things were happening near her, like water rising up from underneath the floor, and later a cool breeze blowing around her. Damn, she’s probably been around that well too much when she was trying to “kill” it.

    Later, I ran into Xixia, Lillianna and Vilmar in the Inn and had a good chat. After a little bit it was just me and Vilmar talking. I really needed to talk to somebody about this ambassador job, so I briefly told Vilmar of some concerns I had. Of course, I didn’t tell him anything I know Braeth would not like me to tell, but it was still good to get a few of my feelings off my chest. On hearing of how I’d be putting myself into danger, Vilmar gave me a gift. A necklace, saying it was a good luck charm.

    Immediately, I was hit with memories of another elf giving me a certain amulet so long ago. Vilmar of course noticed my reaction to the necklace, and asked me what I was thinking. I told him about Braeth giving me the amulet that I had treasured. He replied that he was sorry for bringing up sad memories. But they really aren’t sad memories. I’d say many of the best times in my life was spent with Braeth.

    I’m sad because I let him go.

    As I talked with Vilmar, I noticed a flash of light in the hallway leading up to the bedrooms. Out of the light stepped a familiar form. In fact, I was completely surprised to see who I saw. A woman who looked very much like Cera, except a fair skin tone and clown makeup on. This was none other than Carnival.

    But last I saw her, she was dead! That was when I found Cera, Coin, and Carnival dead in the Gypsy Tree… That was what triggered my recovery from being possessed by my Anger. Cera and Coin were raised from it, but Carnival didn’t come back. Yet, now she stood before me. She said Corellon brought her back here to become one with Cera again. I guess this’ll help Cera return to normal.

    Somebody suddenly ran into the in, calling for help. It seems that werewolves were attacking the town. I ran out to help, but the attack was apparently over. I ran around the town once to make sure things were indeed settled. I then bid Vilmar farewell since I wanted to do some things before I leave for Braeth’s quest he set before me.

    I wonder, as I look at this sparkling necklace again, did Vilmar give it to me because he has feelings for me too? Is this just coincidence? He really is a nice person from the little I’ve known him, but could I see myself with him? What about Braeth? Or Reg?

    Bah. I should really be asking, “What about me?”

    My heart aches again. I’m so alone...


  • Entry 101 –

    Today I went to Peltarch with some friends, Lillianna, Khaya, Vincent. Of course, bandits attacked. And then they demanded that we pay a 100 gold coin per person toll to pass through or leave. Cheeky bastards. In the end, we overcame them.

    Strange think happened when I slept at the inn. Some dust must have gotten into my eyes over night, because I couldn’t see very well when I woke up. Luckily, Vincent and Khaya escorted me to the Temple of Tyr where I did some prayers and after a while I found my sight restored.

    I found out Vincent comes from Waterdeep! It’s so nice to meet another person from the city. I asked him if he ever heard of my mother, since she’s a bard of local fame there. He thought he remembered seeing her once. Khaya was another person that was interesting to get to know. She’s a priestess of Oghma, which would make her the first I’ve met.

    I tried to find Reginald while I was in Peltarch, but was unsuccessful. Oh well…


  • Entry 101 –

    Days always seem to start simple, but then things get crazy as soon as you start to relax.

    I started out talking to Berret, Lilly, Scutum, Drago, and some other of their friends. Berret seems like she is okay at first glance, but that bandage looks bulkier, as if she had a compress underneath. I hope she hasn't made the wound worse. Lilly also mentioned that she wasn't doing to well before but was feeling better. I didn't know she wasn't well. Met a new Alliance Temple guildmember, Era, who's a priestess of Mystra if I recall correctly. Also met a man by the name of Vincent, who's a priest of Tymora. Vincent asked if he could join me while I patrolled the town. I decided to let him and while talking he told me he wanted to join the militia. I'll try to remember to tell Gulir about him.

    While I was patrolling, I ran into Cera, who was again in pixie form. It looked like she was trying to figure out a way to "kill that nasty well." I asked her to join me as I patrolled, thinking it'd be best to keep her from that well. I did notice Vincent seemed a bit surprised to hear a pixie call me Mommy, but he hid it well. Stranger things have happened probably. We patrolled some more, and ran into Scyth by the south gate. He was really wanting to know what happened to me with my illness and it's cure, so we all headed to Vino's fire so I could tell the tale. I got up to the part about Ly'Ahnna rescuing my spirit when Berret came rushing over and told me that a woman was at the well and there could be trouble. Now I know how Braeth felt everytime he'd get pulled away by militia business.

    So I ran over to the well, with Scyth and Cera following. There indeed was a woman that seemed entranced by the well, but she was pulled away by a friend. As soon as she was out of the square, she came out of her trance. I asked if she recalled anything and she replied she didn't. I wasn't surprised really.

    But then Cera started to really yell at the well and threaten to "kill" it. Poor girl, that wild magic drives her crazy. This time it did more than that! A shaft of light erupted next to the well, right under where Cera was floating. Suddenly, she grew, and grew, and grew until she was gigantic! Even worse, the change in her shape also affected her mind, and she began to think like a giant. I tried to calm her down, and lead her away with the help of some friends, but many of the spectators seemed to keep distracting her, making her angry, and just down right being an interferrence. Cera pounded a few townsfolk, including Coin. Finally, one dwarf insulted her and had her chase him outside of the town. There us friends and family were able to lull her into calmness with some humming and singing, and she returned to normal.

    I've suggested to Gulir that we block off the well like we did before. Covah also thinks that we should order people off the streets like we did under martial law, but I really don't want to return to that state again. It was crushing the spirits of people just as much as the wild magic can.

    At least I put BearHunter to rest the other day. It was a bit of an emotional experience for me. I mean, I'm putting to rest a spirit that I loved in a previous life? I could still feel the love we shared from the few memories of my former life that I can recall. Here I am discovering a love in my life, even if former, and I'm having to have him go away. The experience left me feeling very lonely. I feel like I've pushed away all the people that could have been a soulmate.

    I still have feelings for Braeth, but I can tell that he thinks nothing of me past friendship. And that's at best. I know he'll never understand why I left him. My heart needed a break. And I'm the one that wounded him so badly that he broke the bond. Do I really deserve his love?

    Then there is Reginald. Yes, I'll admit it now, I have strong feelings for him. No matter what was happening with me he would treat me with kindness and caring. Even when I was a hateful person, he cared. I think he could still have feelings for me, but I just never see him anymore since I moved to Norwick. I kinda miss him, even if it was to be just his friendship.

    I feel very cold, sleeping by myself…

    ((OOC - I'll have a side story being posted soon, in it I'll have an account of Kara putting BearHunter to rest. The story will also help explain the path I hope to bring Kara down. I'll get the first part up soon, though it doesn't have the BearHunter part in it.))


  • ((OOC - OH MY GOD! Everybody see what diary entry number this is? I've reached 100!!! That would mean that I've played Kara for 100 game sessions on Narfell since I began this writing back in December. Wow, eh?))

    Entry 100 –

    The day started out normal enough, but of course things quickly got crazy.

    First, I was about to head out to out with Bram and his friends on a trip to Jiyyd. But then somebody approached me about a person trying to pick some locks on crates. So I had to deal with that situation. And when I was done with that, I was pleasantly surprised to see both Wilhelm and Jade. It’s been a very long time since I saw Jade so I decided to forget about the trip to Jiyyd and stay and chat with Jade. I started to tell her about my recent ordeal with having my spirit caught between worlds. Unfortunately, I didn’t get to far in the tale when Jore came running over to the well where we sat and quickly killed a goblin that somehow had gotten into the town unnoticed. The Jore noted that the creature had a black that looked black with poison. After he left, I tried to pick up where I left off in my story, this time keeping a wary eye out for more goblins.

    Another did come, Wilhelm heard it first, and we all jumped into action to kill the beast. Unfortunately, had cut Jade with it’s sword, infecting her with the poison. She started to feel the effects of the toxin immediately. Her strength faded and she felt ill. I tried to treat the wound with a medicine bag. It did ease the pain, but did little to stop the poison. I carefully picked up the blades that the goblin assassins used, thinking the evidence would be needed. We immediately headed to the Friar’s house, so that I could use my prayer chant of restoration to help her. It too, brought some relief, yet she still felt the sickness of the poison. Friar Fred even tried many of his prayers to cleanse the poison from her body, but to no avail. I let the good Friar examine one of the poisoned swords, in the hopes that he could identify the substance. Alas, it was beyond his knowledge. We decided to try Vino, the woodsman who lived near the south gate.

    He was just as perplexed about the poison as Friar Fred. Wilhelm then took a good look at the wound and the poison and suddenly had an insight. I think he mentioned iocane. I took a look at Jade’s condition and it looked very grave. My estimate was that she’d need the antidote within half a day, else she would die. Wilhelm figured that Skara had to be the one to send the goblins, and thus the goblin witch would have the antidote. He said that she normally wouldn’t make an antidote, but it was inevitable with this poison since the antidote was a byproduct in creating the toxin.

    We tried to gather some people to help us get the antidote, but only came up with Hugh in the end. He’s a good monk and friend though, and the four of us headed out. We fought some goblins on the way, the ones in front of Skara’s cave gave a good fight, actually. Inside the cave was a different story. No goblins attacked us at all. When we got to Skara’s chamber, we found the reason for the lack of goblins. Both Covah and Chaelvin were in there, and had just dispatched Skara! Tyr must have been looking out for us and decided to give the little witch some justice and us a break at the antidote. Wilhelm found the antidote and applied it to Jade’s wound. Chaelvin then offered to transport us back to Norwick by a powerful spell.

    Jade was looking better when I left her. I still will offer a prayer for her health just in case.

    Berret still concerns me. And now her friend Archer. Call has determined that the strange runes on Archer are evil in origin. Archer himself does not seem to be an evil person though. This means that the runes were likely given to him against his will, though for what purpose it is yet unclear. Later, while talking to Braeth in the Boarshead Inn, I saw her sitting by herself, looking a bit out of it. She was tracing patterns on her hands and arms with her fingers. Could she perhaps have been trying to trace the runes on her?

    Speaking of Braeth, he was asking a huge favor of me. He asked me to volunteer to be an ambassador to this ancient race that live beyond the Lost City. This would require me to spend much time away from Norwick. It seems these people are part snake. Some look almost human, while others look mostly snake. Braeth wanted me to go because I am an understanding person and relate to others fairly easily, as well as not letting my anger control me (I admit, I learned that lesson well).

    I was willing to volunteer for this, but after talking to Call, I really wonder if I should. Call says that these snake-people are evil. They worship a god named Merrshaulk (which I don’t recognize), and perform blood sacrifices. This really makes me fearful of this job. Not necessarily fearful for my life, but fearful that I may somehow insult Tyr by living amongst these people.

    What should I do? Tyr, please help me…

    Doli showed up in town again. And after a brief exchange of words with Kashan, she got the crap beat out of her by Kashan and friends.

    There was also a fire out in the Rawlinswood. A campfire got left unattended and it sparked a huge blaze. Many townsfolk gathered and fought it off though.

    Well, I better get some sleep, I have a big day tomorrow. I plan to go into the Nars Pass and put that spirit of BearHunter to rest. I already asked Kanen to travel with me and guard me while I talk to the spirit. I think I’ll also ask Fishel to guard me. I feel I should be able to put the spirit to rest myself, but if I somehow can’t, I’m sure that Fishel can lend me aid.

    It feels so odd to think of BearHunter and have memories from so far in the past flash into my head. Not just memories, but the feelings that go with them. I can feel the love that I had shared with that man when we both were alive. I can remember the pain of loss when he was killed in battle. It really makes a person think…


  • _((OOC - TIme for me to play catch-up again. One more diary entry after this. I've given up writing a story about my adventure through Devon's keep though. I just look at Kanen's and then compare it to what I have written so far and I honestly have to say that Kanen's version kicks the ass off of mine.

    However, I shall starting a different side story for Kara, hopefully posting it this weekend. prays to her Muse for success at the task It'll deal with the two recent spirits that had entered her life, and show the path I hope to bring Kara into. Of course, I wonder how true to that path I'll be able to keep her, considering the recent commitment she's making… mutters something about (CENSORED BY THE NO IMPORTANT IC INFO AS OOC INFO COUNCIL) Woah, what was that? Oh well. We'll see how things go soon enough.))_

    Entry 99 –

    That well is getting to Cera again. The wild magics that emit from the well were driving her crazy again. I think she was trying to destroy it, but only got seriously harmed by the wild magic. Scutum and Vilmar helped me calm her down and we dragged her into the Friar's so she could rest.

    Berret seems to be doing a little better. She told me that her dreams aren't bothering her so much now. Berret had originally come to Norwick to find her father's murderer and avenge his death. She had lost his trial and soon found herself caught up in other things. Perhaps these dreams were her subconcious telling her to get back to the task of revenge? I can understand the idea of revenge, but I hope she doesn't take her hatred of the man into her heart. I started to tell her how my anger for Devon had consumed me, but I unfortunately only got halfway through the tale because I had to go help Cera from blowing up herself.

    At least I think my strength has returned. I shall have to go put BearHunter's spirit to rest soon. I wonder what to do about that other spirit though. I sometimes see him watching me in my sleep. Why is he so interested in me? Is he another spirit that once loved me in another life? How many times have I lived in the past? Could I eventually remember other past lives? Why do I have a previous life, shouldn't I have gone to either the god I worshipped in that life or worse if I didn't worship a god?

    Argh. This latest experience with death has opened up so many questions. Perhaps I should talk to Ly'Ahnna more. Perhaps she can give me some advice on dealing with spirits, as I seem to attract them.


  • Entry 98 –

    My health is returning. I can't wait to see Ly'Ahnna again and thank her for her help. I've gotta return the binding stone to her anyways. I plan to give BearHunter his peace when I'm fully recovered. No sense in me dying to bandits again because I'm too sick to fight back.

    As things always seem to go, when I'm starting to get better, my friends suddenly start to get worse. I know it's most likely coincidence, but it's unnerving none the less. I talked to Berret today, and she still has something bothering her. In fact, it's more serious now. She's having delusional dreams about a blossom and having pilgrims stuck in it trying to get out. When she has these visions, she starts picking at a wound that a drow dart had inflicted. The wound is quite nasty, and I don't think it's just from possible poison from the drow. She keeps reopening the wound.

    I pray for her, something is not right. I'm going to try to talk to Fishel to see what he thinks.


  • ((::pouts:: Aww.. I missed it. ah well.. ^.^ Cera will happy that her Mommy is better! Or at elast getting better! She will have to find a way to thank Ly?Ahnna for returning her Mommy to health.))


  • Entry 97 –

    I had a strange dream just now. I heard a voice call my name, a woman’s voice. But the name she called was not Kara Willendt, nor was it Amara Cal’Nuik. Yet it felt like it was MY name. “TrueHeart.” That’s what the woman’s voice called me. It rang through every inch of my body, I could feel it resonate in me. I am TrueHeart.

    She called out my name a few times, asking me to come to her. I wanted to so badly, but I was trapped. Somebody was keeping me from being able to leave. I couldn’t tell who or what, but something seemed familiar, deep down in my soul. My captor suddenly lunged at the woman, demanding she leave. The woman flinched at the sudden threat; she obviously didn’t expect it. She tried to reason with her assailant, but he loudly refused, exclaiming that I was his.

    His voice sounded full of anger, but underneath I could feel love, belonging, wanting to be together. Again, I could not shake the thought that I knew him. At first, I though it may be Braeth, that I somehow driven him to desperate means to keep onto me. I dismissed it almost as immediately as I thought it. I knew Braeth would do no such thing.

    The woman, who was becoming more familiar to me as I watched, then took a step back and asked my possessor to tell her about me. I could feel and see some visions that he projected to her, I must’ve been watching so closely that they came to me as well. The visions were memories, old memories from a distant time. A name seemed to stick out, “BearHunter.”

    As soon as the name hit me, I was suddenly flooded with memories of my own. These two were from the same ancient time. Memories of another life, yet they were very clearly my own. I saw myself marrying a man who had become a great leader. We had a family with many children. My husband loving me dearly, and his pride at his many conquests. And then he was killed in a desperate battle…

    I shook my head, trying to regain my senses. I looked up at my captor, and saw that this was BearHunter, and I was his TrueHeart. My heart ached in sadness as I realized how tortured he was, being stuck in a state of limbo. His love for me made him refuse to return to the gods, and now he found me in a new incarnation and longed for me so much as to try to force me to stay with him.

    The woman told him he needed to let me go. She told him that I will cease to be if he does not. That I’d die and he’ll only lose me again as I return to my god. As I listened to her, I began to realize who she was. This was Ly’Ahnna, the spirit guide that promised to help me.

    Unfortunately, BearHunter refused to believe what she was saying. He was so desperate to feel my love again that he couldn’t bring himself to accept the truth. He lashed out at her and she almost faded from sight. But she regained her composure, and then asked to bargain. I tried to call out to him, tell him to listen to her, I’m not sure if he heard me. But he did stop, though his anger permeated the air.

    “Let go of TrueHeart and I will see she brings you peace.”

    I begged him to agree, that I would bring him the peace he so much deserves. He took his time to decide, but finally let me go and handed me over to Ly’Ahnna. She touched me with her binding stone, and suddenly I found myself awake in my bed.

    I sat up quickly, surprised to find myself back in my room at the inn. The dream seemed so real, so vivid. I grabbed the binding stone I wore around my neck, and it felt warm. That was no dream. It was real. I was whole again. I already was feeling a bit better.

    I can also remember what happened when I died now. It makes so much sense. I’ll continue in the morning. I just wanted to write down this dream right now so I won’t forget it.

    
Alright, now to write about what I can now remember of that night I died.

Safinez, Moonblade, and I just left Norwick for a trip to Jiyyd. We ran into Scyth on our travels, and he wanted to join us, but wanted to get some food first. So we waited just north of the partial wall, fending off bandits who lurked in the area. Just as Scyth returned, I suddenly felt odd, like something grabbed me. My body felt a jerk, and suddenly the world fogged over and my friends disappeared. Some spirit was holding me captive. He had a familiar look about him, and I could sense he was a barbian when he was a living person, and he seemed big and burly. I tried to fight back, as I was scared for my life, but the spirit was too strong.

My body felt uncomfortable in this new realm I found myself in. It started as an odd twist in my gut, but it soon grew and grew until my body felt in pain. It was like my body wasn’t meant to be in this other world, and was suffering from it. I couldn’t understand why I was just kidnapped by a spirit, and cried from a combination of fear and pain.

Another spirit approached. This is the one I remembered originally. The one with a misty form of a man with blue lights for eyes. He argued with the spirit that kidnapped me, demanded that I be returned. He was quickly refused, but he braved the odds and lunged at me. Both spirits grabbed onto me, and my pain increased as I was now being pulled into two directions. The blue-eyed spirit suddenly reversed his pull and the suddenly change lossened the barbarian spirit’s grip on me some. The blue-eyed spirit then spun quickly, which wraped my arms around him and yanked me back into the land of Narfell.

But something didn’t go right. My body didn’t feel good, like it was all twisted up in various ways inside. The blue-eyed spirit then tried to talk to me. I could hear him tell me that he was a spirit of Hope, and that I was like him. Told me that I would become important to this world, and wanted to help me. I looked into his eyes, and saw that he indeed was like me. The eyes, they shined with Hope.

The spirit then looked about and tried told me to run, yelling at me that bandits were surrounding me. I was alone, except for the spirit, and had a half-dozen bandits learing at me. I tried to move, but my body was so traumatized by the shift into the other world and back that I couldn’t run, couldn’t cast properly, couldn’t swing my weapon well. The bandits quickly cut me down using wolf pack tactics.

I then found my soul heading for the Fugue plane, but that barbarian spirit made another grab for me at the same time, and succeeded in getting a handhold. And thus my spirit became stuck between worlds when Amissa had Raised me, and that was the cause of my illness.

_((OOC - A big thank you to Wolfhere for not only figuring out Kara's problem (along with Yhesail) and coming up with a solution, but also providing some interesting comments and ideas that changed and added to this little plot I have instore for Kara. I truly think the plot is much better with the adjustments made.))_

  • Entry 96 –

    I think things are finally looking up.

    I'm still sick of course, and the dizziness is stronger. Especially when I move to quickly. The sensation of moving yet not moving is unbearable, in fact, I think I start seeing in two directions at once when it happens as I'm turning. Yet I hold on and have hope I'll get better. I've been in situations that are just as dire and have come through and have learned and grown stronger from them. I'm sure the same will happen here.

    That damned wild magic almost killed me though. A flash of magic engulfed Amissa, Bram, and myself as we stood by the well. It harmed and dazed me, which REALLY felt terrible seeing as I'm already prone to dizziness. The harmful flash was followed by a huge fireball, the pain of which was immeasurable. The last time I've felt such pain was when I was killed the night Justinia was turned into a succubus. I thought I had died again, but instead I found myself healed of my wounds. Bram and I quickly stepped away from the well, but Amissa seemed unable to move at all, and then she vanished! Yhesail and some of her friends came over to see me, and then Bram vanished, and the wild magic suddenly turned my skin into stone! And then a circle of flames engulfed the square, thankfully we all were out of it. Oh, and some flashy lights over the No Casting Sign.

    We quickly decided to leave the area, and headed to the Friar's house. There a lady by the name of Ly’Ahnna had stopped me. I’ve been used to people stopping me and asking if I was alright, usually when I have a coughing fit, but she said something that startled me. “Her aura is black and troubled,” she said. It made me wonder about the nature of my illness. Considering it came upon me after being Raised from death, could something be wrong with my spirit? She took me to the south gate, where the wild magic doesn’t reach. The lady then hung a stone on a thong around my neck, and pressed another into the ground under me. She then pulled out a knife and traced a circle around me. Ly’Ahnna announced that there was now a minor circle of protection, and asked me how I felt. If my malady was being caused by outside forces, then I should have been feeling better. Alas, I still felt sick.

    Ly’Ahnna then sat retrieved her stones and sat down and asked me to tell her what happened. I told her everything. My vanishing according to Scyth, the spirit I saw, the pain I felt, how my body was found… She listened very patiently, asking a question here and there. I described exactly how I’ve been feeling, the coughing, dizziness, how it sometimes feels like I’m moving but my body isn’t. Yhesail then voiced what I think Ly’Ahnna was thinking as well. My soul is not correctly bound to my body. Ly’Ahnna said she could help me. She pulled out two stones, saying they were binding stones. She put one around my neck and said that when she had the strength, she would spirit walk and collect the remnants of my damaged soul with the other stone she kept. She said it will take time though. I appreciate her help, and if it will take some time then I’ll glady wait if it means I will get better. In the meantime, I need to be careful to keep my soul from getting weaker.

    I have faith in Ly’Ahnna. Jenna says that she helped her friend Robyn when she was in a similar situation. Ly’Ahnna’s a spirit guide.

    Oh, did I mention that Garen and another person wanted by the militia have been captured? I pray to Tyr that Justice is swift and hard on these two horrible people.

    I also met an interesting woman named Ariel. She is very precise with her movements as if each slight gesture had a purpose and a meaning to it. Her way with words reflects this too, and she is quite poetic in her speaking. She seems to have come up with her own names for people. I’m “Flame Haired Dove,” Kanen is “Heart of Iron,” and Yhesail is “Child of the Moon.” Ariel invited me to see a great sight, and let me into the woods and stopped in a field. The clear night sky lit the field with the light of the stars and the moon. Yhesail followed us, worried for me. Ariel asked us to dowse any lights and ask us what we saw. We both responded about the light of the stars and moon shining down.

    Suddenly, a beam of moonlight light up Ariel. Her regular clothes seemed to have vanished, replaced by a translucent robe. She looked quite beautiful. She pulled out a sword, and began to dance and sing. The song seemed to surround us, and the sword sang through the air. Her dancing was spectacular and her singing wonderous. I could not help but just stand and stare in awe at the performance. She told us after that she was a follower of Eilistraee, her Lady Silverhair. I can’t say I know the goddess, but Yhesail seems to. Perhaps I can ask about this Lady Silverhair sometime.

    The next day, which would be today actually, I saw a little pixie flying by the well. I called out to her, since she looked so pretty and was the only being hanging about that didn’t look like a total bore. It turned out that the pixie was Cera! She had used a spell to take the form of a pixie. Her talent with magic amazes me. She mentioned she wanted to take me with her to the Winds to see Tyr. Ah, my dear Cera. She loves me so much, always wanting to help me out. I think she tried to do something, for a bright flash surrounded her, and she didn’t look good and fell to the ground. Whatever happened, it nearly killed her! I picked her up and brought her into the inn so that I could heal her. I got her in there just in time too, for as I started healing her, she changed back into her usual form.

    I told her about my previous day, and how somebody will be helping me feel better. She still wants to help though, I think. She’d rather I not suffer another day being sick. My dear, loving, Cera… Arianeria also talked with us. Again, I make another person worry about my sickness. A dwarf I never met had even stopped to ask if I was alright. Maybe I should stay in my room until Ly’Ahnna is done and has me fixed. I feel so bad at making everybody worry about me.

    I will get better, I know it.


  • Entry 95 –

    Scyth was trying to help me remember what happened when I died. There’s gotta be a clue somewhere in that lost memory for why I have this illness now. I tried to meditate and bring myself into the memories of that night. It worked, fortunately and unfortunately. I could remember being alone with the spirit, he seemed to be trying to tell me something. But my body was wracked with pain, it was like something was trying to pull me apart. Just remembering it in such a deep meditation caused me to writhe in agony again.

    Cera also stopped to see me. She’s worried at how sick I am. Her and I threw Scyth for a loop though. He looked so dumbfounded when she called me Mommy that I couldn’t help but giggle. Not that I blame him for his confusion. After all, Cera appears to be about the same age as me. In fact, she is older than me. And she doesn’t look like me at all. I can imagine his thoughts, “How can she be her mother?” I shall have to explain the full story sometime.

    But I really do feel like her Mommy sometimes, with the way we care for each other.


  • Entry 94 –

    I’m still feeling awful. The coughing, the dizziness, the nausea, the feeling that I’m moving but my body isn’t… I keep praying to feel better.

    I felt Safi’s spirit yesterday, felt that she died. It saddens me, as she was a nice person to know. Scyth also told me that Nour died. I barely knew them, but the little bit I have spent with them was time spent with two people who obviously loved life.

    Speaking of new friends, I’ve also gotten to enjoy being with Lillianna and Scyth. Especially Lilly. We share something in commen, we both grew up in Waterdeep! Well, I grew up in a nearby village, but still. I’m afraid I made them worry for me with my illness. Ah, but it’s nice to have friends who care.

    It was funny though. As Scyth and Lilly saw me to bed after I had fainted in the Inn, Scyth had mentioned I just disappeared when the night I had died. I was with Safi, Moonblade, and he joined us and then I simply vanished? It got me thinking again, trying to remember what happened. A spirit, for some reason I remember seeing a spirit with glowing blue eyes. The odd thing about those eyes though, it was as if I was looking into my own.

    I think I felt the same spirit watching over me as I slept.


  • Entry 93 –

    Ugh, I died again. I feel so sick right now. My insides feel all twisted up, and I’ve got a bad cough.

    I wish I could remember what happened. I know I was heading out to Jiyyd with Safi and Moonblade, and I think I even remember joining up with Scyth, but then my memory blanks out. All I can think of is seeing some kind of spirit with shining, blue eyes. The next thing I remember is waking up in the Friar’s house with Amissa and Braeth standing over me.

    Damn bandits. But why do I feel so sick from dying?

    I did get to talk to Berret today. I had received another letter from her before that had me worried about her, so I did my best to try to make her feel better. Silly me, I’m coughing away and making her worry about me, and all I’m thinking of is trying to make her feel better about herself.

    Oh, I’m feeling dizzy again… I better stop and get some sleep.


  • Entry 92 –

    I received a letter from Berret. She had some concerns about that barbarian. She had traveled with him and they were attacked by a beast and he was killed. She was shocked to see him alive, and she didn’t like the way he spoke to her on that day I arrested him. She feared he may blame her for his death. She also supsects a dark power brought him back to life. So, she was asking for me to keep an eye on him. I wrote back that I would help out, and also told the rest of the militia to keep an eye on the man after he was let out of jail.

    Later in the day, I met a champion of Lathander named Ormath, and a friend of his who is a priest of Torm named Bram. Together, we decided to take care of some of the undead that haunt the Norwick family crypt. Bram unfortunately got called away, but Ormath and I decided to continue. Before we got too far in the crypt, we ran into a strange man in the dark. I must say, I got a bad vibe from him. It was the way he chuckled at me. I wish I had my light spell cast on me so I could get a better look at him. He seemed to be a tall person, but that’s about all I could say.

    Ormath and I took good care of all the undead on the first level of the crypt, and we decided to go down to the second. But my warnings about the next floor being tougher were true. We didn’t get to far, as we were attacked by a half dozen undead, each retaining some skill from their former lives. Fortunately, my faith in Tyr was strong enough to hold them at bay and we were able to retreat in relative safety.

    ((OOC - All caught up! Yay!))


  • Entry 91 –

    I began the day meeting up with Berret and her friends at the Inn. What a happy lot of people. Well, one was a bit sad at the lose of some friends, but even she got into our little impromtu party. Let's see, there was Berret, Scutum, Nour, Saf, and myself. Oh, a woman named Lillianna, Lilly for short, also joined us, and another too, Khaya was it? Anyhow, we has a few drinks, joked around, laughed a bit. Twas all in good fun. Except we had one half-orc that barged in rudely, and there was a few guys that approached that seemed interested in all the ladies at first, but then not, but then again. I have to agree with Saf, men are too quick to make a decision.

    While I was enjoying myself, Braeth approached. I could instantly feel the tension in the air rise. Nothing bad really, just an uneasiness. We talked about some stuff relating to the Alliance. He voiced concerns that the Alliance has been stagnant. I can’t deny it, we have been. Of course, we’ve had a rough time since Vahsere left. The Soldier position seems to always be losing it’s council member, and then there was me going bonkers… I reassured him that the guild is starting to gain momentum. One thing that bothered me is that he said nobody has been talking to him about guild business. He feels kept out of the loop. I hope he doesn’t think that I’m the cause of it. I certainly want him in the loop.

    But the rough part of our conversation came when he started talking to my new friends. They really got into a big debate about politics, the bandits, the threat of the well, where priorities should go… It was a very heated discussion, and I hope that my friends didn’t get the wrong impression of the Alliance. Much of Braeth’s opinions came from things he’s learned in the Phoenix guild. I will say that is seemed like he later made up with Lilly afterward.

    Somebody then called for our help. A person was trapped in Wald’s storehouse and needed help. Those rats can be viscous. After some people rescued an elf, I was again talking to Berret and her friends by the well. Suddenly I hear Braeth and the elf that was rescued talking to a barbarian, accusing the man of looting the unconscious body of the elf. I had to step into the situation, and Jorg also joined in. We had the man arrested, since he admited that he looted the elf and then spent all the money he took. The nerve of the guy. He also made a few comments to Berret, but I didn’t catch them. I didn’t like his tone though.

    After that, some other people needed help at the storehouse. Something really needs to be done about those rats!

    Braeth and the others got into a discussion with Fine about him keeping a hawk all caged up. After talking to Fine, Braeth and my friends then continued to debate about animal rights, and then back to the original arguments. Braeth got so mad at one point he started to threaten. Of course, Saf was calling Sker a slave of Braeth’s. She doesn’t understand that the panther is his friend. She only follows him for the same reasons any of us would follow our friends. And of course the big issue in both debates was Braeth hinting that there was a serious situation connected to the problems of the well, but wouldn’t say anymore of it because the knowledge could be dangerous in the wrong hands. Finally, what ended up happening was that Braeth invited Saf and Nour to his house to talk to Saf about it in private. I came too, more to reassure Saf that Braeth wouldn’t do anything. While the two talked in elven, I hung out with Nour and kept her busy. Nour and Saf are fun people. Okay, so they like to wear skimpy clothing.

    Actually, Nour convinced me to put on this very skimpy outfit. That showed off not only my bosom, but my legs as well! Her plan was to try to distract Braeth and Saf from their serious conversation. I think it worked in the end eventually. I’m a bit nervous as to what Braeth thought of it though. Oh well, it was just that once.


  • ((OOC - So much for soon, eh? Well, I got this up, I wonder if I can manage to continue to get the last diary entry up there? Ug, and it'll be a long one. Perhaps I won't play Kara tonight, it'll keep me from continuing this backlog of diary entries.))

    Entry 90 –

    Today I met a woman named Yhesail, who Fishel has just recruited to the Alliance. She’s a priestess of Selune. We had a wonderful chat with each other. I must say I like her. She’s got a good head on her shoulders and a kind heart.

    Later in the day while I was patrolling by the south gate of town. I suddenly heard a cry of help come from the forest. I left the town and tried to find whoever was calling out. He sounded like he was in pain. I immediately started to stumble my way through the dark, following the voice as it called out. Soon I found the source, and a couple of other people, one being a halfling by the name of Drago, who beat me to the fallen and helped him back up. There were some goblin corpses lying about too. I was glad to see the person rescued.

    Afterward I ran into Janu while I patrolled the town. It’s been some time since I talked to him. We talked about my victory over Devon, Braeth and I splitting up, what I plan to do now, his search for signs of his father’s murderer… He also mentioned that Telyle is missing. I shall keep them in my prayers tonight. While Janu and I talked, I heard somebody casting magic, which of course triggered the Wild Magic to twist the spell. Instead of what I think was a healing spell, a blast of cold shot out from me (even though I did not cast the magic) and hurt some people around me, including Janu. A bench was also damaged so much that one couldn’t sit in it. I tried to find the culprit, but he must have run away. Good thing too, he would’ve been facing a fine for sure.

    After my lovely chat with Janu, I continued my patrols and came upon Jenna with some friends of hers. Berret was there, as well as a few people I had recently met the other day, and some new people too. They were all going up to Peltarch. I decided to join them, since part of the reason they were going was to see the theatre. I don’t know what made me want to see the theatre. Perhaps because it reminds me of my mother. I do miss my family very much. I think I also hoped to see Reginald. We had a good group going. There was Jenna, Drago, a halfling named Scutum, an elf named Stealth, Berret, a half-elf named Nour (I cannot spell nor pronounce her full name, it must be elven), and another named Safinaz. We got to the first valley, and ran into Cera and Coin! Unfortunately, something came up that required me to head back to Norwick, so I was not able to continue on the trip.

    Which is too bad. I really would have liked to spend more time with Jenna. While we have many differences in how we carry ourselves about, she is a very fun person to be around. It’s hard not to be smiling when you are near her. Lliira chose well in calling Jenna to her service.


  • ((OOC - Wow. I've gone without posting in here for quite a few days, eh? I just have been a bit burnt out on writing for Kara I guess. And I likely will again. After this entry, I still need to do one more diary entry, and then also work on the "big" story of Devon's Keep. I think taking the break from writing for Kara helped a bit though. At least I put up a pretty good profile of Tindra for all of you to enjoy! (located in the Character Profile thread.) Well, enjoy, and hopefully I'll get the next entry up soon.))

    Entry 89 -

    I was greated with a big surprise when I left the Inn today. Kanen was smiling! I mean REALLY smiling! I haven't seen him give that big of a smile in… well... I don't think ever. It was so nice to see him to be not all grim and serious. And the reason for his happiness? Seven's returned! He says she's doing pretty good. I'm so happy. I wonder when Jade will show up.

    I also traveled up to the Gypsy Camp today. I thought it'd be good of me to visit Cera and Coin. She's doing very well. She's got a neat little trick she does now. She went and drew little glowing pictures on back of my hand. They shimmered through a pretty rainbow of colors. She did the same to Coin and Jenna.

    Kanen's happy again. Cera's happy again. Friends I thought dead are coming back. The guild is starting to get active again. Boy, things really are starting to look good around here. Well, mostly good. I still feel a bit bad about breaking up with Braeth. He seems to be handling it well though.

    One odd thing though. I've been having a few odd dreams at night lately. Not unpleasant, but they sometimes seem repetitive. Whenever I wake up from them, I get the feeling that somebody's watching me, but for some reason it doesn't feel threatening. I wonder what it could be? Another spirit contacting me?

    ((Yes, a bit of forshadowing about something I want to do with my character. You'll get a better picture of what is happening when I finish my big story. If this somehow catches a DM's interest, I ask that the DM in question please contact me before throwing anything at me related to this, as I have some very specific ideas as to what is going on.))


  • Entry 88 –

    I left the inn this morning, still feeling very glum. I just couldn’t get over the fact that we had to kill our friends. I know that their souls are free now, but we really wanted to rescue them. I wonder how the others are taking it.

    I passed Braeth by the well. I had wanted to say something to him about the wanted posters of him I saw in Peltarch but seeing as he was engaged in a conversation with two dwarves, I decided to not nag him about it for now. I really didn’t want to make a huge scene. So I continued to walk toward the Friar’s.

    Outside I saw Jenna. She was being her usual happy self as she greeted me. She thought that I should talk to Kanen since he seemed especially sad. I’m surprised she didn’t notice my own sadness. Still, I figured it might be good to talk to Kanen, as we both were participants in the ordeal. I entered the Friar’s house where Jenna said Kanen was.

    After greeting Kanen, he gave me a shock. Steele’s alive. He was found near the well. I couldn’t believe it. Steele alive? Suddenly, I felt my mood lighten and hope start pumping through my veins. “Could that mean Jade and Seven are also alive?” I asked myself. Kanen must have seen my eyes brighten, because he made a comment about there being hope the others are alive. He also told me that Steele fully remembers what happened. The paladin of Torm fears that his god will reject him. I feel that I should talk to him. While Steele commited more heinous acts than I did when I let my Anger possess me, Steele was not at all in control. Devon was. While I wasn’t fully in control either, there was at least some part of me that was. That Anger was, and probably still is part of me. So I was held accountable for my actions. But Steele, Jade, and Seven weren't in control at all, so I feel they shouldn’t be held accountable. I shall have to pray to Tyr and Torm to forgive and accept Seven and Steele back. They deserve the same chance I got.

    Perhaps there is a happy ending after all?


  • Entry 87 –

    It is over. Devon is defeated. But the price of the victory weighs heavily on our hearts. It almost makes the victory seem hallow.

    Jade, Seven, Steele… they are dead now. Killed by… by… us. They had to be killed, as their souls were linked to the foul wizard. By killing them, we freed their souls and Devon’s power weakened. Besides, they would have killed us, as he controlled them.

    Damn that Devon. I may be a believer in redemption, as I needed it myself. However, Devon could never earn that right. May he burn in Hell for all of eternity.

    At least our friends’ souls are free. At least the wizard is dead, his dreams of godhood laid to rest.

    But it makes me feel so hollow and sad inside. We were a forlorn hope.

    May my friends’ spirits rest in peace.

    I'll write more about the whole battle later… I just can't do it now. It pains me too much to try.


  • ((OOC - It's too bad you are having troubles with NWN. The adventure was very good and it was a grand ending. I'll have a full story written ASAP))

    Entry 86 –

    We leave for Thay today. I'm not sure if Hugh was contacted in time, so it looks like it's just Kanen, Reginald, Wilhelm, and I. Unfortunately, it also looks like Fishel won't have his plan finished in time if I understand this correctly.

    I'm leaving this diary in my bedroom at the Alliance, along with some letters I've written in case I don't return. I know it's a bit morbid and pessemistic to write those letters, but I very well might not return. I am fully willing to sacrifice myself if it means that Devon is defeated and the captured souls are freed. It'll be worth it if our friend's souls are freed.

    May Tyr guide us and let Justice prevail.

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    {{ooc- Well, I WOULD have went of the (&()&&)(*#@(&$@@ patch didn't screw up my NWN. I still can't play it…says something about "invalid file name" when I go to open it. MAN I'm ticked!}}