3. The Next Page (Syrano Silvanus' Journal/Log)

The Next Page (Syrano Silvanus' Journal/Log)


  • I'narn en'amin coia

    Log Entry #1

    I thought I had suffered in my day, but it turns out that indeed I was truly wrong about my definition of suffering. When life used to be peaceful and tranquil, living in the forest of Narfell in an off camp… perhaps a few miles away from the Gypsy Encampment; I thought it was tough. I thought I had it hard.

    Not anymore...

    Today, I am lucky to be alive. With the happenings in the Gypsy Camp; all the talk of demonic magics and destructive Gnolls quite frankly makes me sick to my stomach. There is nothing more I hate than to watch the Gnolls piss all over the lands that I used to call home. Even if we did reclaim the lands, would it even be worth living in anymore? Would the lands not carry the stench of the Gnolls who so gallantly took it away?

    sighs

    I have heard stories of this... "Malachai", the one who can take the shape of a Giant Spider and devour a Gnoll with little concern, who is to lead us into glory. I am told he has risen from the dead to rightfully help the Roms reclaim their forest, and allow us to be at peace. I do have my doubts, but I cannot give up hope, for no Demon or Gnoll can ever take that away from me.


  • Log Entry #9

    The page, instead of being filled with the written word, a hand drawn depiction of the embodyment of the trees and plants cover it entirely. A smaller picture shows a man with a fallen tree, tossing the cut pieces into a camp fire, smoke bellowing out which looks much like a soul escaping from a body. Though the picture is not drawn extremely well, it is clearly decipherable and with an underlying meaning.


  • Log Entry #8

    It already was a fairly frisky day mucked with high tension and slightly stressful situations. I was coming travelling swiftly from Peltarch, being absolutely sure that nobody had followed in my wake, especially those bastard flea bag Gnolls, but I was so preoccupied with keeping my guard behind that I failed to pay attention to what lied ahead. As I gained my footing in the ground to pull the Jiyydian gates open, I listed and heard the clammering of footsteps behind. In the corner of my eye, I caught the shining glimpse of the tip of a bolt from a crossbow being pointed toward my head… and a headstrong Orc that aimed with a pleasureful grin on his face. I quickly dove inside the gates at the Orc fired; a bolt whizzed right past my head, and without hesistation I kicked the door shut as the Orc tried to take the opportunity at entering, slamming him directly in the face, knocking him outward.

    I couldn't believe it, I almost got bested by not paying attention to my surroundings... What's wrong with me? How could I be so careless?

    The gate opened once again as a few warriors around Jiiyd took charge at the Orc, injuring it only to watch it quickly dart off as it reloaded it's crossbow and presumably went to fetch back up. I stayed inside the gates as I spotted Nawen... and began a conversation with her as I waiting from the gate afar for the hopefully victorious warriors to return. They did, and safely... with word that they had killed it and another. I peered outside the gate and though the fog I could see Orcish scouts traversing about outside, and sharpshooters gathering along the treelines... I immediatedly warned the other on the impending danger. The fight... was on.

    ...Wave's of them came, like they had been breeding like vermin for years, and training for the sole fact to bum-rush Jiyyd in an effort to slaughter all who resided within and take the small town, claiming it for themselves. Those Orc underestimated the power of our defense, courage, and ability to stand our ground, and ultimately it resulted in their demise; with every wave of Orc we counter-struck with an equally.... no.... doubly.... deadly force. After the attacks begin to die down, it seemed as though they had left us something else behind to deal with... some kind of... undead. Quickly enough, they were taken care of by a quick thinking Cleric, obviously calling upon the magics granted by his god to send the vile abominations into a fury of explosions. Undead appendages and an array of other body parts flying everywhere....

    It was truly... a stressful and trying day........... The next few lines of text seem to be a scribbled mess, and likely a jarbled mix of common and elven letter, though still indecipherable


  • Log Entry #7

    I've spoken to Arandor about my admission into the Wolves; he says that Tala has been quite elusive of late. I asked him for some advice; he told me to be honest and open, and that was really the only thing that went wrong at the interview. I suppose I can see the point of view… but it does kind of seem like they are being nosy. Regarless, the next time I get the chance to talk to Tala, I'll tell her everything, and reiterate that I'm sorry that I didn't before. All these years I've been spending alone... and it's about time that I find a group worth sharing them with.... I'm sick of being alone.

    I know that in this world that I cannot have everything that I want... and even if I had every that I want, I still couldn't have.... 'everything' that I want.

    I've told Bryn my feelings for her, but I think that I am too late. Elrien seems to be long gone now, and he's the only reason I never said anything in the first place; I didn't want to get in between them and their affairs, but now she is with another man from the Legion.... a fella that goes by the name of... 'Elord'. I do not want to disuade her from being together with another man... but I could no longer let the omission linger. I had to tell her; it was eating me up inside and I could no longer hold it within myself. She knows now... what she does with that information is totally up to her. I just hope she does the right thing; whatever makes her happy because in the end if she isn't, then everything is done for naught.

    Why does every damned person I see have absolutely no common sense? Somebody warns of impending danger ahead... what do they do? Run headstrong into a situation, and -then- wonder why they came out of it, if they were lucky enough at all, why they are scarred, battered and bruised. Why does this world have to be filled with idiots that cannot take a hint? And why am I always stuck trying to set them straight? All they would have to do is use their heads. It's not at all much to ask...

    Syrano slams the leather bound journal shut, and dust violently goes in all directions from it, eventually being carried off by the cool winds of the North.


  • Log Entry #6

    I've now sought out Tala of the Wolves; the inherent pack leader. It was a beautiful night when I stumbled upon her just entering the Gypsy Pass. To my delight, she was willing to interview me that night. I spoke to her of many things of my past. I told her of my home, Vanima Lond, and for the sake of her interests I also spoke of the specific of the Encampment; how we dug trenches in the ground which discretely led to caverns and passages, which then eventually led to coves and groves where my clan slept.

    I told her why I left, why I could not stay there any longer. That travellers of the east lands then trapesed through our home everyday, permeating it thriving natural beauty with the stench of their quarrels. Almost every night, you could hear screaming, fighting– ruffians, theives they were... only out to seek penchants for themselves, and only themselves.

    I told her of my family... that I had 2 brother, Liniel and Uriel who had previously passed away. I did not mention that they were not my relatives by blood, I figured information such as this she needed not to know. I've always considered them family, and I will do such for all eternity. I did not tell her much about my sister Kiara; I asked her to come with me when I left... however, she always favored mother and her ways. I did not expect her to follow. My older brother Kaelic, I told her much of, how he trained me in the arts of stealth, hunting, geography... and many other things of worth. He was a great instructor, and he always looked after me when I was a child. He even showed me how to use my first bow, and how to keep it in good condition. I figured that he would have followed me when I left. In fact I begged him... Yet, he stayed behind.

    That being said, Tala would not stop asking for some reason about my father, but I did not feel comfortable talking about it with her at the moment. My father and brother were involved with the Vanima Lond Militia, and were always scouting about the outer regions of the forest. One day, my father was badly injured from a heavy assault by Drow; there was nothing that could have been done. Kaelic, assuming that he was done for decided to help him end his misery by releasing him from the world. He's never told anybody about it but me; I was the only one around that he truly trusted, though he would never go into detail about what exactly happened.

    I figured this is why he did not follow in my footsteps. He feels guilty over what he did, and feels that he owes my mother and my sister his presence. He feels like -he- is the one who took father from the world... but I know that is not true.

    In time I will tell Tala the story, but I did not feel like bringing up bad memories on such a beautiful night.

    After the interview, she told me to think about what family meant to me...

    I know now what she means. This is what family means to me:

    Family is like a marriage, and you must treat it as such; to be there for one another, and nurture the beautiful thing about the bond as a whole. To rely on each other when needed; to know that you always have a companion at your side should you ever need one; or should you be needed. To take each and everyday for what it's worth, and to share in the spoils that this troubled world allows us to have; and to deal with the burdens that plague this world together.

    Not just a family.... a Pack.

    It's been almost a month since the interview with Tala. I hope to speak with her very soon.


  • Log Entry #5

    I'm surrounded by idiots.

    There have been many demon attacks of late, one in particular happening just today past the South Gate. It was not too bad, but a few had fallen, one of which a subtle and unsavory person according to some individual.

    A man had fallen; you could tell his body had been taken, with a pool of blood surrounding, and a trail of blood from where the body had been dragged away, and his pack nearby, which was conceivably drenched in blood as well. I picked the man's pack up, and headed for Jiyyd to find the man's body there; I'd recognized the armor he was wearing which had been left.

    The man that was resurrecting them; I don't know his name but I know he used to be an Elder of the Gypsies. After raising two others, he refused to resurrect this man, out of sheer spite. The man had mouthed off to him before, and it seemed the Elder could not swallow his pride.

    What a complete ass. I lost a lot of respect for him today.

    After exchanging a few thoughtful words to him, I had the others pitch in, and we paid Fennius to resurrect him.

    I suppose that is what this world has come to; every thing that anybody does is spiteful… the polar opposite of what should be the fight for the greater good of all things. It seems nobody can appreciate anymore that a person would give their life to protect something, whatever it may be; that much is obvious when you do not give them their life back when you have the ability to.

    To hell with people like that... Elder or no.


  • Log Entry #4

    I can't believe what I'm seeing, hundreds…

    Beasts of burden they are. Just the other day I travelled to the plains, and there were abominations there I had never even imagined, but we kept them at bay. There were some couragous warriors out there, especially that Rando fella. I've seen him around before, and I know he used to be of the Norwick Militia...

    Bastard tried to rob me once though; or... at least I thought so. Maybe he was just joking; who can tell, eh?

    The source of the demons seems to be the Menhir Portal, on the North Ridge... They just kept coming and coming from there... At one point seeing a huge beast... maybe.... 15 time the size of a human brought down, and a Bebelith who almost had Rando for lunch.

    After some kind of.... explosion of light, they stopped manifesting through the portal. We had been successful, but how long does this go on? Where does it all end?

    Must we fight.... forever?


  • Log Entry #3

    Thoughts of a group called the "Wolves of Narfell" has surfaced in my mind. It seems that this groups views and goals are similar to many of my own; protection and preservation, defense and vindication. I'm quite surprised that nobody has ever told me of this group thus far, not even a peep about it. Elder Arandor is the one that brought me to this place…. and being there.... comforted me. It was truly the first time I felt like I was home in a long time.

    Arandor suggested that I speak more about possibly joining with Tala. I don't really know Tala very well, and sometimes I think that Arandor would be a better person to represent me. Yet... I know this is one thing that I must do for myself. I am an Elf of my own free will, and nobody can live this life for me. So I must be confident in myself. I am sure that the Wolves will be a group that I can confide in.


  • Log Entry #2

    Just when I thought I would get some piece in quite, sitting in front of my favorite spot, before the community well in Jiyyd, a damned Orc Magi bursts through the doors and begin speeding through the town.

    What in the hells has this world come to?

    A band of locals and myself chased the beast back out into the wilderness, and quickly followed. We soon found ourselves laying waste to hordes of Orc. Wave after wave they came, until momentarily they receeded, giving us a chance to advance. We traveled to the plains, thinking they might have died down a bit, giving us a chance to seek out the Magi and kill it. We were dead wrong about that…

    We took the eastern ridge, standing at the ready for anymore. That was a complete understatement. We must have fought an entire brigade of Orc Crushers and Destroyers, Snipers, and Guards. They just kept coming! I myself must have impaled over 20 of them.

    After giving us a chance to regroup and tend to our wounds, I told the others to watch their flank. I went up to the top of the ridge, looking for possible openings. As soon as I reached the top, I saw 4 Crushers rally up the other side of the lower ridge. I quickly screamed out to the others that they were being flanked... It was almost too late.

    One fell, and another tended to his wounds with haste. After the Crushers were annihilated, I packed up my things and left as I looked back at the others, telling them they should have listened to me, and to leave before another band of Orc flank them.

    At this point he's sitting at the Jiyyd well, thinking to himself while he unsheathes his boot knife and begins etching his trademark kill tallies into his bow.

    I really wish people would listen to me... I do know what I'm talking about when it comes to Battle Strategy.