3. Elridith Centhedwa

Elridith Centhedwa


  • _I wish there were peace…

    The soft glow of the sun pierces the outstretched arms of the trees. The gentle light illuminates the sunkissed face of a young body which lie beneath it. The soft delicate breaths from within her chest are relaxed and comfortable. These is nothing fear for her at the moment. Just the dull pause inbetween her breaths. The glenn is full of the normal residents. Which flutter and speak to one another, before again fluttering off with a sparkle of light. The glen epitomiomizes the feeling of saftey, despite whatever feelings or thought may stir in her mind. An untraditional visitor and faithful of the lying girl flaps it's way about, somewhat pestering the locals but means no harm. At the sight of it the sparkles dance their way away from it through the air. The comfortably curled form lay gently, perched carefully over a book. Her things beside her looks packed and ready to go at any moment. A small quill whisks it's way over the pages with great grace. The odd looking sheets bound within the silver tome. The tome carries no nameany the familiar triangle associated with the still and relaxed elf. A suprising regal beauty over one such as her age. As unexpected as the end of the world, a crack rings out from the entrance of the serene glenn. A piercing yell rings out from the blue outsider. The splatter of blood along the soft forest floor. The broken flaping like that of a bird with a broken wing. The mere attempt to scramble away by the blue creautre now covered in red. All the while the elf scrambles into her bag. Pouring into it. She thinks it seems to go on forever. That every second lost brings her closer to death. Her mind was too unrelaxed and unprepared for which she thought wouldn't happen again. Her hearts beats harder and harder. The sounds of the ruffle across the floor and her scramble offset the few creatures as they make their way up and up to where they can be safe. A gleaming silver sword makes the familar sound as it slides from it's now buried sheath. Cutting a small slit on the edge of her bag. Now two pairs of eyes try to pierce the falling leaves and the glare of light from the setting sun. Clearly one is more trained for the art. A younger pair of eyes now searches frantically, taking each step with great care. She moves a deadly slow. If caught it could mean the end. The end of her. She is scared. Her heart beats faster and faster still. While the one of broken wing beats slower and slower as it crawls to the bag. The now low light in the sky leaves a strady stream of a reflection off the silver blade. Perhaps she shouldn't have chosen one looking so pure. So crisp. So clean, but it wasn't given to her. It was a lucky find in a place not far from where she is now. As every step forward both make, the closer they get. What will happen now. They move slow. She thought the blue one was near the entrance. Was he? She can't remember, her head now bursting from the pressure of the blood through her veins. She tries to concentrate on the pain. She is keen on keeping focus, but not this time. The panicked heart beats faster and safter even still. With every step countless beats. With every step countless thoughts. Is he back? He cant be back. Why has he come? Why now? He wants me. He needs me. No. She shakes her head again, a small ruffle of her long blonde hair. The shining appearance of her whole body. The long hair perhaps even brighter than the reflections of the sterling clothes she wears. The broken wing makes it's way into the bag. It curls itself thinking that the only place to be safe. The only place to hide. He wants to help but like the beating heart which makes it's way about the glenn, he is afraid. He will do nothing but cower in fear, and try to wait for his wounds to heal. A toothy grin, a malicious grin makes it's way about. A deadly grace about him. One false move and he knows her will have her. One false move and everything he has ever dreamed of will be his. One false move is all he thinks about. He patiently scans the trees. The other still off at a distance, and with the falling leaves and the glare of the sun, he hasn't spotted her yet. Perhaps the gods smile on her today, perhaps they will keep her alive just one day longer, perhaps. Gods are fickel creatures and that is fact. A dark blade comes into focus of the thin one. She cowers behind the nearest tree, luckily big enough to hide her. Her frail but recovering body. A snap of a branch by her small feet crys out. Crys heard by the other. The malicisous grin grows. He makes his way slowly. Slowly, but as the gentle steps come, the now cowering one readies herself. The pressure of her heart in her chest feels as though it's going to explode. The fury and anger within her is overhwleming. The dark thought still in her mind. She can barelt contain herself. Faster ans faster now she thinks. What can she do. She waits. As if her patience was being tried to eternity and back. She waits. The slow pause as a sickening scoul roars out within the glenn. "Where are you?" then ceases to laugh and the wicked grin returns. He taps the dark blade against each passing tree. A dark red and black crust forms on each as they are touched but the hiseoud blade. The curled and demented form of the blades slides along. The rap and sting it leaves on the trees. She darts out from behind. Her long flowign hair follows behind her. She readies herself into her positision. Her legs stretch and flex as they are set wide expecting an incoming blow. She narrows her front to avoid being hit, but still the malicious grin only laughs. The owner of it a pale face with a set of beaming red eyes. The set of red eyes fileld with hate, resent, and of anger. Nothing but evil emotions course through this shell of a once righteous man. The man swaggers on. An arrogance and pride of what he has been befouled to about him. He dosen't speak now. Nor does she, only the crunch of leaves as she lurches forward, the blade raised above her. The blade slides through the air towards the broken soul. The black blade raised quicly to shrug off the swing, and returns one into the thick of her leg. The black and red ruptures the skin leaving it with an unearthly taint, a burn of unpurity. She crys out with a gasp and tries to breath. His face smiling down at her. Grabbing her throat with his free hand and he squeezes. The weak gasp for air rings out, only made harder by her efforts to strike him with her silver blade. She tires quickly, her efforts useless. He bulls the blade out and rubs it on her thigh, tearing off the pants that cover it. A sick smile eyes her up and down as he looks over the untoughet parts of her leg. The bleeding flows slower by the burn of the dark magic searing the wound. "Better no?" he mocks her. He thrusts the dark sword through the thick of her arm, missing the bone by near nothing. A squeal tries to get out of her body, but it trapped inside by his fingers clentched around her throat. The black nails scratch the elegant flesh of her neck, a small spot of blood makes its way out. Then he pulsl the blade out, it sears the wound as it comes out. And is forced into the thick of her other arm. Her smiles to her again as she tries helpelessly to hit and kick him, but her already weakened body does nothing but make him laugh at her. "Give up. You're mine" another laugh rings out, wretched and cold. The wound is seared, every inch of the blade in her arm leaves her trying to gasp for air. Just one breath, all she wants. One breath to stay alive. The grip about her throat tightens with disgust, the black nails pierce the skin even more, the drips of red are no longer drips, but now completely cover his fingers. Her pace pales with every moment that passes. Her flushed color is leaving her body. Her mind struggles to think with every breath she needs but dosen't get. She struggles and stuggles for every breath. She stared into his eyes, her pure green and gold into his red and black. The force between them unmistakeable. There is a history here. Something between them. He turns his head in regret, in anger, in fear. What has he become. He looks at her arms and legs. She stares into the horrid gateways of his soul. She looks as tears drip onto his hand, mixing with the blood from her throat. Slowly they bead downwards, the essense of the gold and green within her eyes seem to beam forward at him. Forcing something into him. His grip relaxes and he turns his head. She musters the very last bit of her breath for on word. "Why?" He stares into her, judging himself. His pale face leaves the slight sign of a frown. Perhaps not even a frown at all. Something happens. He closes his eyes turning his head, failing to look at her. The tears still streaming from her body. No sound, but the tears bead down and strike his hand now covered in blood. He shakes his head and lets her go. The blood pours from he rnext as she struggles to catch her breath and stop the bleeding at once. He kneels. Raises his hands to look at them, opening his eyes. He realises the man he is, and the man he was. The two more different that night and day. He buries his head in his hands. Afraid of what he has become. Afreaid of what he might continue to be. The frail and broken one clutching her throat trying to stop the blood sobs. The first time she has cried this way in a long time. The pale figure, a once familiar friend and more to her raises the black blade into the air just before his chest. Pointing it straight into his heart. He can't deny what he is any longer. He can't deny what he has become. No longer will he allow himself to be a pawn to the darkness which ails him. And just as he tries to purge himself from the world with the wicked blade. The other strikes it down with her own. Just as he tries to end his life, she allows him to live. She stops him from ending his own life. She stops him. Grabs her bag, and runs. She runs through the snow, through Norwick, through the Nars, and a trail of tears and blood follows behind her. She knows why she saved him. He thinks himself worth nothing having finally understood. He does not know why she has done this. Why?

    She runs, only to later realise later she left he journal behind. The jounral lay in the gnell, three drops of blood tainting the cover which used to be a pure silver._


  • Elridith can be seen purchasing a thich stack on new papers only to later bind them into a cover she had made for a journal. The cover is now a pure silver, but it still has the familiar colored triangle that appears on all her books. Within the book on the first page reads her first entry:

    I have been having some strang feelings recently. Not evil or corrupting like before and during my uncle had been harassing my mind. In fact it almost feels good. It was very brief however. It was not long after my mind was freed of my uncle's grasp. It felt like someting was emerging from within myself. But it is difficult to explain and I dont know exactly I should describe it.

    Below appear some drawings of triangles in more colors. Different in sizes, but all legs of equal length. Some of the sides come in a singles of different colors like blue, red, and white.

    I need to do some more research on a few things before I really feel like I am getting anywhere, but it will take time. I which I had more time to spend on this as it is connected to me so significantly, but with other new duties and responsibilities it has been pushed back some. I hope my time is well spent.


  • Elridith can be seen purchasing a thich stack on new papers only to later bind them into a cover she had made for a journal. The cover is now a pure silver, but it still has the familiar colored triangle that appears on all her books. Within the book on the first page reads her first entry:

    I have been having some strang feelings recently. Not evil or corrupting like before and during my uncle had been harassing my mind. In fact it almost feels good. It was very brief however. It was not long after my mind was freed of my uncle's grasp. It felt like someting was emerging from within myself. But it is difficult to explain and I dont know exactly I should describe it.

    Below appear some drawings of triangles in more colors. Different in sizes, but all legs of equal length. Some of the sides come in a singles of different colors like blue, red, and white.

    I need to do some more research on a few things before I really feel like I am getting anywhere, but it will take time. I which I had more time to spend on this as it is connected to me so significantly, but with other new duties and responsibilities it has been pushed back some. I hope my time is well spent.


  • Amongst the many entries she has… there seems to be something written on the last page of her journal. As if specifically laid out should somehting significant happen. It is specifically written in elven.

    Friends, I suppose that if one of you has this book, what I have been fearing for a long time has come upon me. Either I have passed on from this life, or my uncle has been able to grasp my mind through the bond I share with my brothers. Don't fear being taken by my incle. He is completely incable of taking control of anyone besides myself. I have realised the possibility of him doing so shortly asfter having my frequent headaches and lapses in consciousness. Unfortunately some of you have seen me in those states. I apologise for not being strong enough to have resisted my uncles will. He is far stronger than I, but that is no excuse for having let you be endagered by me. I must also streen that the longer it takes for him to be rid of my mind, the more and more i will forget. I don't want to forget any of you. All the friends I have made I am proud to stand beside. Rather it be by the campfire sharing stories and tales, or out on the planes chasing after our Legion generals as they seem to cut down orc like a hot blade would ice. For those of Spellweaver I thank all that you have taught me in the ways of the weave and hope I will never forget.

    If such a horrid event should happen to me there would only be two ways for it to be reversed. At least to the study I have spent on it thus far. As my mind would not be in control and function of my body and form. The means I would rather you take would be to speak my name. Force me to know that you are there with me. Force my uncle to further and further realise that I am not his posession. My mind would have to be cleared to an extent. Perhaps one would attempt to rid the darker parts of what is within me away. I am not a expert of divine forces, but that would likely be a good place to start. I know my uncle has a great aversion to Corellon. Purge my mind of my uncles evil taint. And then I would think my body would have to be warded. Something very significant. Im not sure how this would be done either, but Jeni seems to know some warding magic. Perhaps asking her would be wise. It would have to be a significant ward spell. If not possible to target my mind itself, then to place in on an object, perhaps the green ring I often wear. Something I could carry with me always. That would be sufficient enough to my knowledge.

    The other alternative which I would advise against. Would be to travel to Everska and track down which part of the country he now resides. Take on the masses of cruel and wretched followers and then furthermore kill my uncle. Again I would greatly advise against this as the odds of success would be estremely low, no matter the group going. I would never ask you to leave your homes and families for me and I don't expect you do to so. My uncle is a powerful man and would nothing more than to see anyone remotely conencted to me suffer. He will be somehwat limited to my abilities while controling me. His own power would be incrediously more significant if he were controling himself at the time.

    There is also the remote possibility that through distraction and my uncle losing his focus I would be able to temporarally regain control, but that is very unlikely to happen. Although I might be able to break through for very short periods.

    I am sorry I have brought this upon all of you. If I ever am able to regain ahold of myself I will explain everything. I understand if nothing can be done. I love and will miss you all.

    A few small wet spots are found on the page, one would guess they could be tears


  • Characters In Stories

    Evryann - Brother <chaotic good="">(middle brother, ranger/rogue scout type character. often goes back and forth between narfell and everska to keep tabs on el)

    Isendel - Brother <chaotic good="">(eldest brother, priest of corellon. currently being tortured by evil uncle isendur)

    Elverann - Father <neutral good="">(member if the high mages council on everska. evoker and negociation specialist. prohibited elridith from practicing magic as a child for fear of what has come to follow)

    Eowade - Mother <chaotic good="">(once was an trapper and tracker, is why evryann has gron into that trade)

    Isendur - Uncle <neutral evil="">(the main source of el's difficulties. has been trying to track down elritith, he is a palemaster mecromancer type character who is completely obsessed with undead and unliving beings. would do anything to gain more and more power)

    Avylur - Cousin <neutral evil="">{son of isendur} (long time rival of elridith ever since they went to school with one another, necromancer mage following in the footsteps of his father)

    Legebrill Lantoness - <chaotic evil="" chaotic="" good="">No blood relation to elridith, but is a long standing friend of avylur and isendur (the one who has set out to find elridith by the uncle, has met her on few ocasions). Elridith and Legebrill, despide their age, were somewhat romantically involved before he was influenced by her uncle. Eventually goes good and decides to to kill elridith when he ahd the oppoturnity.

    Alara - Childhood Friend - <neutral good="">(druid) Long standing best friend of Elridith since they were both very young. Although they didn't go to school together they often shared the things they learned, Elridith was inept with the druidic ways, as Alara was inept when it came to the arcane, but they were great friends nonetheless.</neutral></chaotic></neutral></neutral></chaotic></neutral></chaotic></chaotic>


  • -Internal-

    Elridith sits alone on another dark cold night in Jiyyd. She gazes into the fire with her searing green eyes… her mind is full, full of questions without awnsers, awnsers without questions. Her mind is flooded with thoughts she strains to understand.

    Why?

    Lies... Why? Not lies, but why not the truth? Why not the truth when I need it. I never ask for much. Can i just have one thing? One things to keep myself sane? Why can't I? Awnser some question? Maybe even just one? Talk to me? I hear you... Can you hear me? You can feel me... You must be able to feel me... I can hear you... I can feel you... Why don't you awnser? Why no reply? I lie in pain every night the two of them are gone... Everynight i can't see them. Why can't i see then? Is it fate? NO. There is no fate... at least I hope. I don't believe in fate. Everyone can make their own destiny if they try for it. Everyone can become what they wih if only they believe... Can you hear me? Will you try? Try to get out. Please get out. I beg you. I am selfish... scared... little... weak... young... nieve... a fool. Am I really a fool? Am I really weak? Im trying so hard to be stronger... To be stronger for you... To come save you... To help you. I need to help you. You are my blood, my flesh and bone, the one who told me this... The one who told me to be whatever I will... To be what ever I can to help others. But... He is too strong, too terrible to face... I can try to face him, but i don't want to fall... To be beaten by him, to be less than him. Him and his black heart. Him and his black soul. The evil essnese that he embodies. The twisted contorted wretch of a broken soul paired to a mrken and even more twisted mind. His power is disheartening. Makes me feel like nothing. He is my blood, but he is has faded. Faded into darkness long ago. Long ago into the pit of darkness he now so loves. The fleshless friends and bits of men who have long followed him. The twisted bits of animated flesh or bone, fesh or bone of hate. Writing torment waiting to do his bidding. Waiting to do anything he wills, only for the sake to be in the presence of his power... To be in the presence of his dark heart. Can I face him? Can i truly stand up to what he now has become? To stand against all that he really is? Am I prepared? Am I enough? Am I enough?

    She lets out a deep sigh and walks slowly over to the Regal and up the stairs, with he rhead hung low. The whole while she rubs the triangle on her left thumb. Particularly the gold line between the green and black.


  • Elridith glances up and arond the fire at night when she's alone, then takes a deep sigh and turns back to her page

    Broken

    Broken lies to broken tries
    Leave my thoughts in broken sighs
    A broken mind of broken thought
    Leave the world with what should not
    To leave in peace or in such strife
    A broken life to live this life

    A floating breeze I wish it were
    To bloat my mind with just a blurr
    Nothing here to stop the stir
    Nothing here to stop the stir

    My mending mind just filled with pain
    Be my thoughts in such disdain
    To lift them off my poinding skull
    I wait the time to be so dull
    I try to fight the words inside
    To hold the words I try to hide

    Leave my mind and broken brain
    A worthless ship a broken main
    The broken thought a broken stain
    The broken thought a broken stain

    there are several small triangles drawn lower on the page, which look as thought they were a single triangle before but have now been broken apart


  • Journal Entry 11

    the writting is in Sylvan and cane be found less organized and smeared when compared to her other writing

    there are several small triangles written around the page in various sizes

    I don't know whats happening to me… I keep passing out almost everywhere. Im finding it more and more difficult to stay awake. I find my behavior more ridiculous as every day goes by. I have had several more issues with the dreams or watever they happen to me. I don't know wht all of a sudden things have started changing. I could be partly due to the wild magic, possibly putting a strain on me. Maybe spending almost my time in the books. Im not sure, nor likely will I ever be, but this is almost driving me insane. The headaches are constant and i have relatively no escapes from them. Raisia mentioned the Vervain Root, which helps for the firts few seconds, but after just leaves a nasty bitter taste in my mouth. Im sure if it was a headache due to a slightly different reason, im sure it would help. Wolf tried restoring me, which didn't do much. I did however thank them both for trying and i was humbled they took their time with me. I feel i have taken a turn for the worse, and am exceedingly impatient and anxious for my situation to resolve itself. Im not sure if i will able to do it myself, or without having to go home, which unfortunately i can't do. At least at this point anyways. I guess the nly think i can do is try to find some more material on the wild magic, maybe its somehow connected top why i am so much worse as of late. Until then im stuck with myself as is.

    some more triangles and question marks appear near the bottom of the page, no name is written as it usually is


  • Journal Entry 10

    -Headaches-

    the following is written in sylvan

    I have found myself havign reacurring headaches. Not tipical to poisons or bites or anythinging other i have expirenced. It somehow feels as though it is coaxing me into reviere. I often resist but ocasionally the pull and strain is two strong, so i retire to the top floor of the Regal. There is rest for howrs on end. Myself in reviere I expirence what seem like memories, but not like the memories i have had in the past. If fact, they don't strike me as my own memories. I am in many of them, however, it all seems to be from a different point of view. My first guess is that it is the bond between my brother and I, somehow trying to make me aware of him. I often hear is name now. I have done well to conceal itfrom others, but the name beats in my head at certain hours of the day. I have found one thing which helps, wether through the distraction of my thoughts or the physical change i expirence. I will often turn into a pixie as to distract myself from them. I go by the name of Tir'Lea and say i am from the glenn just out of Norwick. It seems becoming a different person makes the grasp lessen om myself. I feel quilty trying to escape it. If it is my brother i would want to help and want to hear, but i can't do anything about it. Especially here in Narfell, so far away from him. Becoming they fey also lightens my suspicions about Legebril beign so close. I do not know what would happen exactly if he found me. Nor do i care to find out. SO until i learn further i will use this new spell to its upmost convience. Although i hope i will be able to doscover some light soon. Walkign in the darkness without a hint of truts or the actuality of whats going on frightens me.

    I should try to discover more about this bond we share.

    "El" is written in the bottom of the page within a small triangle


  • -Unsettling Sleep-

    A small elf amongst a tipical group in the Romani camp suddenly hits the forest floor. Why? What happened to her? She hit the ground and goes out. Like a pinched candle or a doused flame. The sleep begins, first calm and controled, but then grows into a frantic war inbetween breathing in and our. The left calf begins twitching frantically. A calm voice chimes in… the calf calms but then the hand starts twitching. But a gentle rub on the shoulder causes her some ease. The hand subsides but now the fingers twitch frantically. Her mouth speakign without words. The eyes searching for somehting behind forced lids. They try to pierce the darkness but nothing can be seen. She yells for help and nothing is heard. She yells again and again but nothign but labord breath on it's way out is revealed. Her lungs now tired... panting frantically she holds her breath just for a moment before yellign one last time. A dagger appears abover her. Silver and shining. It twirls chaotically abover her. With no sense of direction or purpose. Nearly dicing those sitting enxt to her. The senseless swirl becomes a more conttroled spin as it works it's way around her body. It stops... but begins twirling mobing slowly down to the young elf's heart, but a second until it hits her throbbing chect it vanishes. Nothing left but a tiny puff of white smoke... "Where am I?... Why is it so dark?... I can't see........ I CAN'T SEE". SHe scrambles to her feet. Her head spinning, and turning itself in nots trying to find meaning. Why? Why what happened to me? Whats going on? She sits.. sits in the darkness the voices of the others gone. Distracted, they had left her. She didn't know they were right beside her. But their voices gone she dosen't know. Why? Why did this happen to her? What was going on?

    A familiar creeking and chirping of insects haunt a long corridor, the constant sound of scurrying rats and their disease ridden nails clicking along the floor. The darkness all around, nothin but the coold steel on all sides. Nothing but the dark and the clicking and chirping all around him. Nothing to even comfort him for half a second where he tries to sleep. Maybe her can rest. His woulds pain him too much to rest. The gaping holes in his legs, the blood dripping in places and crusted and dried in others. Maybe if he had the strength. He dosen't… all he does is pray. He prays with every helf breath and uttered though and word in his body. He prays for the light, he prays for the rats to leave, he prays for the insects and bugs to stop thieving his fleshy bits and claiming it as their own. He prays... he prays to whoever will listen. A crack resounds down the corridor, the soung of steps growing louder and louder with each passing moment. His prayers amplify, the noise more than a wisper, maybe someone can hear. Maybe something will come. The steps are next to him now... a set of clean white teeth smiling down on him. The writing and rotting body in the cage, the golden and proud warrior rendered into nothing more than a lump of flesh, a worthless pulp with a half beating heart. He has been beaten... beaten so bad he feels like nothing. "Awake... what a suprise" the voice resounds strongly then resounds in a cruel skin itching laugh. "You know boy... I can end it... I can end the pain... the suffering..." he looks down with a set of eyes filled with hatred and rage. "BOY... do you want me to end it.... do you want me to make all the suffering end....." the voice rattles the very walls from within it speaks. A weak plea follows "no... no i don't". The shadow from above grins down at the golden mess below him. "Good... you aren't as worthless as i thought.... perhaps you will make a good pet.... perhaps not...either way i'll still kill you" the voice bellow to itself. The fear can be smelt. It reeks of pain and anguish. The golden mess below him writhes again and a purple and black bolt sears into him. The grin gets wider and wider with each second he keep sthe black searing into him. The cruel smile so satisfied and content. He stops, only to rattle the cage and allow the rendered flesh below him a moment to moan from the pain he has been given. The purple and black courses through the chest and the half beating heart. 'Fight back... fight him.... stand up brother.... stand up for yourself.... get up.....' The cries continue, but can't be heard. 'Get up... I said GET UP' something pierces the mind of the near lifeless man on the ground. He struggles to get to his knees... he struggles to get to fis feet. The booming voice begins once more "Worthless trash, what does your special blood do for you now, what does it mean? how does it work for you when you sit and rot in this cage?" The thin figure above taunts the creature below. His voice becomes a hiss as it walks away "Pathetic little fool... what does your worthless blood do...." His voice slowly drown out searching for the awnser no one has. 'A blade... het the lock with a blade..... wait...' Nothing appears "It's there i did it' nothing appears. The gold man slumps back into the corner... back into the farthest point from the writhing creaks and the clickity clacks of the rats across the floor. 'Don't give up.... stay with me....' the golden boy puts a hand over his eyes... and prays.........


  • Journal Entry 9

    -Familiar Faces Similar Hearts-

    the following is written in Sylvan

    As I was working my way from Jiuud to Norwick, which I often do. I glanced to see a familiar set of gold, green, and black armor. I recognized it instantly and started running to its wearer. I was nearly in tears, because I was so overwhelmed with happiness. I gave the owner of the suit a warm friendly hug and a familiar greeting in sylvan which we often speak. The dark haired elf responded with a great hug and a kind smile. I had said, "It's good to see you brother… It's been a while hasn't it". He looked at me and gave me a slight wink. "I've been busy, but it's great to see you, im sorry it's been so long". We continued over to a rock placed in the middle of the nars and continued to chat briefly, and
    I began to think. Where had my brother been all this time? What was he doing for so long? It has been several months since I last saw him in Jiyyd. Could he have been scouting between here and home? Foolish if he was, my uncle's men would likely be nearing us at this point. I really wish I could advance my training, but learning The Art by oneself is slow and difficult. I wish I could just end it all right now. However, I can't. I will have to increase my own training and study exponentially if I am to be able to combat any of my uncle's men anytime soon. The good news being that i have my brother to help me now. I think I have made some great friends who if i asked to help would likely do so. Combined we make a great team. the next portion almost appears to be a list

    Xilo is an amazing warrior, and has skills in areas i do not. He will stand toe-to-toe with enemies i wouldn't ever try to fight blade on blade. I will be sure to introduce him to my brothers, especally if i can get Isendur back alive.
    Ramona is starting to become a estute healer and combatant with a blade. I will surely ask her to aid me once the time comes for me to head home to look after my father. Although not a Follower Of The Seldarine, she is a good and never ill natured person. I hope we will be able to remain friends.
    Aasa although bound to me as my familiar, is a far more capable warrior than most give him credit for. He can be rude and unplesant, but he is swift and much more cunning. Everytime I have to string my bow, is one more time Aasa acts as my protector. He will be with me to the bitter end, and I should thank the world for it.
    My brother Evryan will be at my side when the time comes. He has become an excellent trapper, spotter, tracker, sneak, and a fighter as well. He will be a key to several doors on my way to stopping my uncle. It will be long and hard and my brother will be the last to give up if we are together.

    But as for Lucidious, he isn't the friend as the others above are. He is one which confuses me. My thoughts are often laiden with him and are hard to shake. I haven't been able to spend time with him in what seems like forever. I hope he hasn't forgotten me. I really do hope I haven't passed from his thoughts in lieu of another. Yes, I am far younger, but what does that matter. It's just a number isn't it? I am at the age where almost all other races get married. He will likely stick on my mind until I am able to speak to him in more than in passing. I am confused at this moment and with al thought jumbled the only think that covers them is endless books, and the only thing which clears them are the endless ramble I am preforming now.

    I have been so lucky as to have made so many great friends here, and I sincerely wish I will be able to remain in this place. I try not to think of the little time I may have left in this land i have grown to love, but it is somehting that draws on me with each day.

    further down the page something is hastily written and barely legible

    Aasa is throwing bat skins in the cookpot…..


  • Journal Entry 8

    the following is written on the dead dragon language of aragrakh

    -Aspirations-

    I have become aware of a few things that I might soon be able to do here in Narfell. The main thing being enchantments. The art of enchanting items has really struck me as something I would like to be able to do someday. I have tons of ideas scribbled down in another book of what i would like to create. Problem is that my magical skills are not quite there yet. I have been working hard to hone my magical talents and think that this trade could be extremely valuable to me in the future. I have already started items of the quality deserving to be enchanted. I now have a pair of cloaks made by Senria, a dagger which I found off some kobolds, a gem called a greenstone which i hope to be able to work with some gem magic, and some other more extraneous items. I have been collection alot of finer items since i have died and hope to be able to trade them soon. They are wearing down on my back and it's becoming an annoyance. I recently promised a very well made axe to a small hin fellow who seemed to fancy me a bit. Strange as that seems, but a customer is a customer I suppose. Along with that I recently aquired a very fine set of scale mail which I hope to be able to sell soon as well.

    Alexi and I have devised a plan to hold our own archery tournament. I was lucky to find a portable target that easily folds down. Unfortunately it is very heavy, but I think that the tournament would bring alot of fun and excitement to those who choose to participate. Alexi and i were interrupted when we last tried to hold a tournament due to orcs kidnapping a hin named Gonnar. We were able to get him back although Xilo and another elf died in the task. They were promptly brought back but i had an unfortunate encounetr with a rather horrid looking and utterly disgusting dwarven fellow. written very small underneath "fellow" are the words "im not sure, it was hard to tell" But that is a story for another time, as for now im headed off to relax. The Regal is calling me and its very late.

    signed Elridith Centhedwa


  • OOC - the following happened July 5th

    (when Elridith passed out in jiyyd…)

    -Hopefully Nightmares-

    The gentle smile of a young elven miss seems to make your pressing day just slightly better. She walks in completely content, but quiet. She stops to observe whas going on at the campfire, surveying the various people propped on the benches around it. All of a sudden the small figure falls limp to the cloor, as if all ability or will to control her body. At tha moment ther was a soft thud heard and a hooded figure came over her. Monitoring her as she falls silent a motionless...

    A long corridor reeks with the smell of death, things writhing through the broken cobblestones that make up the floor. It seems as though it would never end, but there are two small bulbs of light flighering down at the end of it. Voices can be heard easily. The angred screams as the experts of the dead painfully mock their aquired prey. The prey being a strong and attractive elven male. With long slowing air made up of strands of gold and eyes which look to be a mixture of gold and maybe even a dash of a deep green. The figure who would normally stand taller than most his elven brothers lies crumpled moaning on the floor. The floor beneath the cage he is in is covered with a pool of thick blood. Blood which pours ravaneously from the gaping holes about his beaten body. The only think that come into the cage are two things. Rats and bugs which feed hopefully off the small bits the can manage to tear from the hopeless elf, as the insests bathe in the blood soacking in the pure substance which had fruitfully been granted all around them. A ghostly white figure emerges from the shadows, which are lit enough to see the atrosity which stands before the other. A voice begins to hiss at the other in the elven language understood by both.
    "And to think… we share blood... you are pitiful... you and your Corellon, you pathetic excuse of life. Where is he to save you now... surely a new priest would be sparred some punishment from pain, would he not... you were named after me... we are more different than one would ever guess"
    The speech of the no pale figure is broken and confused... only as it has been injected with so much anger and hatred, the words that do come are broken and confused as well.
    "My god... he will watch me"
    The caged figure clasps together his hands and sits painfulls on his knees, as they are infested with beetles and worms as they try to force their way into his skin through holes where flesh is missing almost to the bone.
    "My god will watch over me... he will... my family will... YOU WILL NEVER HAVE MY SISTER..."
    The figure loses his strength after his display of coruage and pride.
    "You will not have her... never... she is gone from this place and no one can ever find her. You will die an old retched fool, a fool, without and sense of meaning or purpose, filled with nothing but a black heart and a tainted mind."
    Strength is saved as the torn and bloody man breaths heavy to stay alive. The hissing becomes a bellow and the face moves right to the edge of the iorn bars keeping the golden priest inside.
    "FOOLISH BOY... you know nothing... you will never know nothing, i will find her, i will kill her, she would be so lucky if i were to only kill her. Legebrill has found her... you are a damn fool nephew.. i never though you could be so blind, i am the power of our blood, the power of our, and will soon be the power over far much more than that. I will do whatever i please.. and you will sit and rot as you can't do anything about it.
    A hideous laugh erupts violently from the tainted uncle, and a wisper begins.
    "No.. no you won't... not while Evryann and I both live... He can't... You can't do anything.. he is with her i know it, he is watching her making sure she will always be safe".
    The wisper becomes a beckoning yell.
    "NO... YOU NEVER WILL YOU ARE THE FOOL. A Fool who gloats endelessly in his own ignorance and arrogance. you can' even begin to believe you can find her".
    A black and purle burst instantly penetrates the golden one's chest. It renders him back into the opposite corner of the cage, leaving him heaving and gasping frantically for every breath. The loud laugh begins again.
    "Well you are vigilant, and persistant, you might make a fine slave... but i would much rather watch you suffer in tha pain you and your pathetic crest will share".
    A larger blast of energy courses through the hopeful heart of the caged. A third blast explodes within the cage knocking the bloody elf violently back into the bars and the bars in the front wither and melt away. The man now just half a step from death decides to take his oppoturnity. A jolt to the broken end is made, and a scramble to the pale ones throat is made. The pale one caught slightly off gaurd in this barrage of evil energies is suprised to find the other at his throat. But a quick flick of the wrists sent the gold haired elf into a stupor, rendered completely useless and filled with less life than before. After adjusting the clothes near his neck the pale master moves to the bloody and incapicatated lump, but again with another amazing stroke of luck the lump extends broken fingers and missing nails over the cobblestones pulling himself forward frantically for the end of the corridor. The elf stands and starts running for the other side in hopes on making it to the light which his eyes are barely manage to focus on. A chuckle is let out as is another word right after. A large fireball streams its way through the small tunnel. Leaving the stoned hot to touch.

    The small elven body back under the light snow in Jiyyd begins to moan uncontrolably as the skin covering her begins to heat up. The pain is immense for her as she begins to moan, so overwhelmed, she is unable to let out a scream, which would be more fitting to pain of that immensity.

    The body reels forward hitting the ground with a thud that could have been heard in the building above. The already cut and wounded elf is now seared, allthe hair on his body is singed off as the ball of heat smacks his back as he is sent forward. The light at the end of the tunnel goes out for him as a cold ruthless laugh is heard from behind.

    An instant jolt sends the beautiful young elf up into the air almost hitting her head on the faces looking down on her.
    "Isendur…"
    She looks around with a blank expression utterly confused at her enviornment. She begins to question it all in her mind until she finally hears the vioce of a friend above her own set of thoughts.
    "Speak to me..."
    The bright green eyes looks up from their confused gaze.
    "What... happened......."
    The figure looking back at her stays as others curiously dispurse as the elf is now partially aware of her surroundings.
    "Can you walk... we can go slow".
    An attempt is made for the sisterhood, so her past can be shared with owner of the kind words who had just spoken to her.

    //Anyone who happens to read this i would appreciate if you would be able, given the time, let me know what you think of the story and whatnot. Go ahead and put it in here as a reply, i think that will work well. Also if it could be compared to any of my past.. err.... stories let me know what you liked better. 🙂
    Thanks


  • Journal Entry 7

    -Floored-

    the following is written in Sylvan

    I had an ammount of great pain when i was walking through Peltarch. I was in the docks district with Caelisar and Damien. We had all been on a trip collecting coin from the local kobolds. We worked our way to fend and shortly after we had finished our buisness it felt as though my leg was about to burst into flames. Honest it felt like it was lit of fire, although I haven't had a burn that significant before. The thing was that like before the pain i had came to me without even leaving a mark on my body. I was floored by the overwhelming pain and sat next to the wall on my bedroll to recover my breath which was frantic at the time. Irecovered quickly from the mysterious force within about an hour. I used a walkign stick in order to make it through Peltarch and back down to Jiyyd. Fortunately Damien and Caelisar walked with me and it seemed walking it off helped because i felt fine by nightfall. I am writing all of these occurance because i hope to be able to find some book materials to aid me in discovering what this is and why it keeps affecting me.
    signed Elridith Centhedwa

    happened earlier the day she met her brother Evryann in Jiyyd


  • -Followed By Family-

    As I was walking through the gates of Jiyyd on and normal night, like i often do when returning to the inn to rest. I remember seeing a few friends and stopped to chat with them by the fire. I was tired and a bit battle weary but it didn't bother me at all to see how things were by the fire. It was a quiet night but there were still a couple friends, of various races sitting around the fire. I sat down in an available spot smiling to the group asking them how they were speaking mostly in common out of courtesy to the others. I spoke to the various people for a while and stood up to return to the inn. Just as i started walkign the other direction back to the inn i heard an all too familiar voice. I instantly turned my eyes darting all over the darkness scanning the ramp to the platform where i though the noise had come from. As the figure came into view I felt tears of great happieness roll down my cheeks which seemed to bead unyieldingly from my eyes. The figure i easily recognised didn't speak after that, but just ran up to me to give me a strong engulfing hug. I stayed there for a long time enjoying the comfort of the one I loved. I looked up at the familiar face I had often missed as i was here in Narfell. The dark hair and eyes of the elf I knew too well were that of my brother. Evryann had found me in Narfell and I was more than grateful. He said he would be staying with me until we had figured out everything dealing with our uncle and father. Being with him reminded me of all the things I loves about home. Myself and my brothers were very close, although Evryann being the middle and myself the youngest of the three of us we were closer to eachother than to Isendel but were were all close knit nonetheless. He told me he would meet me tommorow because he had to pay the man for the room in the Boarshead he had in Norwich. I told him he would surely find me and I would be waiting for him. He gave me a great hug and I promised to show him everythign I knew about Narfell. With that he walked out the gate and dissappeared. I am sure he will be back. With us together it felt like Legebrill and my uncle were nothing and we would get over this easily, but reality set in and I took a moment to pray to Corellon for all the help i could get and in thanks on guiding my brother here. I stood up smiling and walked my way to the inn. I made my way spstairs to see a small blue creature that was perched on my windowsil. It nodded to me saying it was glad to see me happy. I smiled as it left the room with it's small wings flapping. I was sure it was off in search of bats.

    (wrote this in 1st person from El's perspective don't know why, just decided to switch it up)


  • I think its interesting. Ive read most of it and its pretty good. Some people here are not used to writing stories, like me, but getting to know your character and writing stuff down, you can suprise yourself. Keep it up.


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    Thanks


  • -Pain Bearer-

    A small but beautiful elf lies on the bed of one of the upstairs rooms of the inn in Jiyyd. She seems to have laid her things out around the room. Shiny and ornate robes and cloaks hung on a near coatrack. Some sturdier more weathered clothing, all of unique colors lay folded on a table. Her various bows unstrung with the strings wrapped around them as bows sit propped up in a corner of the small room. A small blue creature lies on the floor at the foot of the bed, snoring slightly in a monotnous nasal pattern. The small and young elf lies on the bed under the covers on this particularly cold night. Everything seems perfectly well since she has fallen asleep, until suddenly she jolts quickly up in her bed. Feeling a searing pain in her side she screams loudly in the middle of the night. Waking the small mephit at her feet. She is beathing heavily from the sudden pain she has and winces hard every time she tries to move. She pulls the covers from the top of her and examines the source of the pain. She seems evern more stunned as no physical injury is revealed. Being a wizardress she examined for any signs of what could be a magical affliction or even a curse. She finds nothing. After bearing slowly throught this process she begins to think, until it feels like she is hit by a brick wall across the face. Her nose feela as though it had about been ripped off. She runs her hands quickly over it and finds nothing. Then a searing pain hits her in the heart, like an arrow passing through her with unmeasurable accuracy and power. She is sprawled back into the depth of her bed as she is struck instantly by the unimaginable ammount of pain. Her breath becomes heavy and labored, even though the signs of physical injury are still absent. The blue creature still looks at her stunned as her coiled body writhes around in the bed pushing the sheets from out of under her thin delicate body. She screams loudly, but the door is thick and she's far down the hall. The romms beside hers were more empty than usual. The townsfolk either retired home or passed out on the first floor of the inn. She calls the blue mephit to bring her a bottle of the romani wine she always keeps in her bag. Although this plea is barely understandable as you can hear the stress and pain in her voice. The cold blue creature grabs two bottles and rushes towards her unkorking them as he flaps his way frantically to her. She takes the first bottle and starts drinking thw whole of it. Unfotunately the pain at this point seems to increase dringing her into a greater state of agony. Her screaming has ceased and she squirms quietly only crying as big tears pour vigorously from her eyes. She puts her hands over her face and pushes hard, as to make an effort to push the agony out of her nose which feels like it had been struck by lightning, torn off, and sewn back without anestetic. As the pain within her overwhelming her body continues to rise, she moves and twitches less and less. Until she is brought to a completely catatonic stupor. Looking rendered dead and lifeless the only two things that can be heard int he room are the faint breaths of the elf nearly failing to breath, and rapid pants of the confused mephit standing beside her looking to her in horror. The creature builds the courage to force feed her the remaining bottle, which most of it is spilled across the bed and her delicate skin, leaving both slightly stained. The mephit flys quickly out of the window breaking it after his failed attempt to help her. His horns first pierce the window but he is still covered in his own blood as his wings fail to make it through unscathed. He flaps off into the night in search of anyting that he could use to help her. He immideately heads off to Norwick in hopes of finding someone there. Meanwhile the elf still continues to appear to be on the edge of death as she scrambles for what small broken breaths she can take. Her eyes open as her hands uncover her face searching the room. She immdieately sees the blood on the broken window as Aasa's quick attempt to help, but is hit again with another of shat seems like a sowrd slash to the side. It feels as though it is bleeding and places her hand there to slow it, but her hand feels no liquid on it at all. Just the thin soft flesh of her side. Slowly over the next few hours the pain receedes to her normal state. Her uninjured body lay in the bed quivering from what had just happened. She stays there another few hours more thinking and pondering in her bed. Thinking 'What could have happened to him, what could my uncle have done to do this to him. Please…. Please.... let he be alive.' her thoughts are frantic and confused but seem to know understand the source of where the pain came from. Her beathing now normal she startes at the small mark on her thumb which still throbs with each heartbeat, but is completly bearable. She rubs the gold base of the three sided triange with her right index finger. She prays in her head not to one god in particular but just any who would be willing to listen. 'Let him live, i beg of you, please..... just let him be alright.... please.....' She lay there all throughout the night and the majority of the next morning rubbing he rthumb. Once she makes her first move up from the bed, she vommits all over the floor, parts of it hitting the nightstand so convienently placed. She turns back into bed and instantly falls asleep. She lay there all that day and the following night, waking up only the midday following that because of the small blue unkept fingers of Aasa poking her. "I couldn't find him El, Im sorry..." She looks up at him confused. "Find who Aasa?" Her voice lost and raspy from her screaming from before. "Your friend, the elf man you spend time with..." She looks to him and is able to fore a smile. "Thank you Aasa, thank you for trying". She gets up out of the bed and collects all her things. Restrings her bow and puts on her favorite green, black, and gold robe. She makes her way slowly out the door leaving her key. She makes it down the stairs to the front of the inn. She goes to sit by the campfire in Jiyyd and pulls out a small gold book and begins to write in it in a mix of several dead languages. She is often seen touching her side and slowly running her hand over her nose to check for signs of what had occured before. She writes 'I felt Isendur......'


  • the following is written in the dead elven language of Seldruin

    Journal Entry 6

    -Undead Trap-

    As I was travelling back to Jiyyd from Peltarch with dwarven monk named Glebur. We ran into a rathe large group of individuals along the road, just past the nars bridge. Juster and Isendur were the first to find us there. I haven't seen Isendure for sometime and was curious how he had been, it's been since i first came to Narfell had i seen him. We used spent alot of time in the giantspires hunting the local kobold to peltarch, back when i lived there of course. As soon as Juster came by he mentioned gnoll were just up the road. Our party was made up of valiant and curious folk so we all headed on down the road. There were several undead gnoll up the road seeming to materialize out of thin air. Everytime a gnoll appeared a portion of black smoke was left with it. The gnoll being around ten or fiftenn charged the six or so of us. We all fought long and hard, but unfortinately Glebur the one I had been traveling with fell. I was able to carry his things and asked one of the more sturdy males to carry his body. Unfortunately there were attacks on us that came from several sides, the gnoll seemed to flank us as we tried to work our way to Jiyyyd. Several Undead Lords came after us as well, i had to flee from it given my untrained combat skill. I was able to cast invisibility on myself so it could no longer see me. I ran back to check if anyone had needed healing between then and when i had began to run away. Quickly after that i ran into Jiyyd and found Hedia sitting there. I quickly called out for all available to help along the road. Hedia responded quickly and I followed her back out to the battle. The gnolls were about finished at this time and we were able to make it back into town safely. Elyl carried Glebur's body into Vrooka's and set it there. Vrooka asked us for seven-hundred-and-fifty coin. I responded quickly after giving her a curious look. I mentioned that Laus sells them for about sixhundred and she shruged it off and agreed to our more suitable price. Glebur was able to be brought back and I returned his things to him. I hope he will recover quickly from this tramautic event, and just as much that these undead attacks stop plaguing Narfell. I was thinking of looking into how they were able to materialize into the Nars so easily. Im sure I will put it here once i do find out.


  • Journal Entry 5

    -With Orc Or Shadows-

    Once again i was doing my usual rounds in the central plains near Jiyyd. I feel somewhat compelled to keep an eye on that area as the orc sometimes gather there in significant numbers. While out doing this i happened to notice somehting very pequiar. As i approached i noticed a familiar face looking back and forth as though searching for something. This man covered in some blood. He seemed to have been beaten and recovered several times within a short period of time. This had me very perplexed at the time. I chose to stay close enough so i was able to see this continue to happen. A figure seemed to appear on both sides on the man spontaneously, which was also speaking. I was unable to make out what was said but i wasn't feeling comfortable moving in closer to investigate the source of the voice. Some few minutes after i began watching the one who seemed the victm began walking slowly back towards Jiyyd. I stopped him along his path, and having know him ppreviously i offered to tend his woulds with the herbs and seutering kit i often have with me. I also gave him a few small bottles of some healing potion i have saved over time. He thankfully took these offerings from me with no refusal. I asked him what had occurred and he told me it was nothing and that i should not worry about. I simply stated that anyone who came out in the positision he was in was a noteworthy subject. He replied that it wouldn't be a harm to any others and was a personal lesson for his self benefit and walked off slowly towards Jiyyd. I chose not to follow and continue my patrol over the plains. I didn't feel continuing to ask him about what had occurred would gain me any more information. I might try to edge around the topic in the future and see if there is anymore information i may discover.