Tales By The Fire

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  To master the Sword.
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  Another day, another lesson. This one was in stepping in to attack, Guarding and knocking the enemies attack out wide, then to combine them both. They trained long and hard as Rasuil, Andrew and Gnarl stood watch over them curiously before they had to stop for a rest. As soon as she could relift her blade though the went back with her training sword to basic hold, movements and balancing routine. As the night closed in she seemed to fall into a dance dropping the longsword and drawing her elven blade. The blade sparkled and glimmered in the light as she danced faster and faster finally ending with the full moon on high and the tip of her blade aimed right to it. By the time she looked around only Rasuil was there, she really couldn't understand why she had danced or for how long. All she did know was that she was very sore, and exhausted.
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  The Book of Dawn
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  Politics and Getting Things Done Aren't politics boring? Beating a topic around for days, months and years without doing anything about it, endless speculation, and too much fear of doing anything to ever really get anything done? If there is a problem, you solve it, it's really that simple! Yeah, I -hate- politics. And what did I do? Get enrolled in politics. Yes, Tojan, I know you read my diary, so you can stop gasping now, and bring me more pixie ink! Why did I? Well, because I was asked by a person in which I believe. Truth is, politics don't interest me, and I'll keep solving issues as they come my way, but it is also true that for how unpredictable and whimsical can María be, she's the sort of thing that Peltarch needs. That is, less letter and more spirit. Oh, and Intelligence. Lots of it. And she has a good heart. I pray to Lathander that I am able to advice her wisely so that she makes the difference that Peltarch needs at political level. That meaning, any difference. Anything that shows that Peltarch's senators are actually alive. For now, a referendum has been brought to Peltarch's people to bring some progress and positive change to the city, and even if a small step, it's very good news. On other news, Sis has been needing more of my time to get over Jerrick's "loss". The twins have grown to be two self-sufficient big kittens, and they seem to be exploring the world on their own now, so Lorie finds herself alone sometimes. She knows I gladly lend her all my time and my heart, and that she's the first in my priorities. I'm thinking of moving with her to her house, or perhaps ask her to return to the Fuzzy Den with me, and share the hot springs chamber. I am not sure which would make her more comfortable, I'll have to talk with her about it. No way I'm going to let her spend long nights alone in these tough moments. But all in all, things are going good. And what's better? There's room to improve. And speaking of improving things and getting things done, I feel like kicking some evil ass. Think of it, it's been a while since I've danced with demons, so off to Jiyyd I go. Seems like Tawny just went out to find us some dinner, so hopefully I'll be back in time for that!
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  The Stafff of Ilmater By Jason R Selious
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  Chapter 8: Daggerford So much had happened, my son getting a vision of all of us dying if we weren't careful on this trip. We needed to go though and I intended to bring this to a close. We set sail at the break of dawn for Daggerford, once again Captain Dash who had been so generous with her vessel the entire length of my quest since I started it here is Narfell, was taking us via her own ship. Off the bow of the ship it was reported that a ship was tailing us which we quickly realized to be Zhentil troops trying to catch us. One of our members shifted to the form of a dragon and set their sails ablaze allowing us to escape. We kept full speed till we lost them and made all haste for Daggerford. When we landed the village was quiet and rather deserted so we headed where any good adventurer does when they seek information. To the tavern. Inside the tavern we found the mayor and some of the people of the town. While some of the party sat down to eat or drink I moved towards the mayor and introduced myself and began asking about any troubles around the area lately. He told me that the wyverns of the area were becoming extremely hostile recently and that he was growing more and more concerned. I agreed to go and look into the wyvern issue and called to the group that we were heading out. When we were outside I admitted it wasn't much of a lead but at the moment but we couldn't ignore people in need either. As we pressed into the forested area we found wolves, harpies and small wyverns that clearly weren't our targets. We slayed them generally quickly and continued deeper in which is where we found the Zhents we had been looking for. They made little attempt to talk and instead moved to kill us quickly. They were met with the same force as they offered and were quickly dispatched. A quick search of the captain of the group revealed a letter telling them where to go from there and made my darkest fears a reality. " Make all haste to the Keep of the Fallen, there we will complete the ritual " We started to turn back for town when the entire ground shook like an earthquake. We turned back honestly expecting it to be from the Zhents somehow in time to see a wyvern the size of the Mermaid Inn land before us furiously. We held little to no reservations of talking to the creature and instead moved quickly to slay the beast. The battle was intense and fierce. Though my companions again proved to be the stronger. Within short time they had taken the beast down, and I had taken its head. With the beast dead the entire forest came alive and began attacking us. Varia fell twice in trying to escape but we soon managed to escape back to town. When we arrived at the tavern I offered the mayor the head of the wyvern and he told me that the First Sister Nicahh had spoken to him on my behalf and that if I was successful at the keep, she would meet me there and together we would reforge the staff. I thanked him and moved to the ship to once again head home. We had much planning to do, and I had much to fear at this point. Chapter 9: The final battle for the Staff of Ilmater How I wish I could say I was confident at this point of my journey, that I had gotten much sleep in faith that we would win, but that would be a lie. I was constantly terrified of the results of failure and truthfully I was lucky if I slept two to three hours a night. I would constantly have nightmares of the failure and the consequences. Being in Zhentil Keep, seeing my friends dead or being tortured or more on a personal basis, me being tortured again like I had been in the past. It was a very real fear. Varia knew a bit about the Keep of the Fallen but since it was in Oscura I went to talk to Cray about it. I knew Cray was a peacekeeper and as such he had alot of pull in Oscura and I feared if this place was as tightly secured as he said it was, we were gonna need Cray's help in getting to it. I found him some days later in the Peltarch commons and told him I needed to speak to him in regards to the safety and well being of Oscura to which he took me aside to a private warehouse and asked me what was going on. I told him about the Keep of the Fallen and that the Zhents were planning to corrupt and destroy a holy artifact and that such actions if done wrong could level all of Oscura and half of the island with it. He asked me if the temple of Bane in Oscura was involved to which I told him no. Very rare is it that Zhentil and Banites get along. In my honest opinion, Banites actually are much more honorable for the most part. I told him I needed to get into the Keep and that I would accept his escort if needed. He told me he would arrange for us to get in and would see what he could do to get some help from Oscura. After that I never heard from Cray. As time drew on I called in those that were coming with us. Plans were carefully laid out and decided including an emergency escape plan for Varia with the staff of Ilmater. She would have all the pieces I had and if things started looking bad she would flee. The final team consisted of Varia, Romulus, Eragor, Leena, Elva. Albryanna and Andrew. When the time came we headed down to Oscura to find Varia waiting for us as she lived in Oscura and we moved for the gates. The guards were just heading on break telling us not to enter as they left. I believe Cray had something to do with that and we waited till they were gone from sight and I led them in calling out formation as we went. Romulus scouting, Eragor, Andrew and Albryanna in the front, any rangers or casters behind them and anyone else in the back with me. The first thing we noticed was a zombie of Alucard who warned us we should not enter but made no move to hinder us and so we moved on past. It was inside the Keep that things became an issue. The first thing we came across was a huge golem in the form of a black dragon. We knew it would not let us pass without the password and made a few attempts to guess the password which all failed. Andrew eventually grew annoyed with it and lunged the attack. It was a hard battle but no harder then the wyvern previous though I did warn Andrew from then on to await my decision before lunging into battle. Romulus went up ahead upstairs to check what was next and found what appeared to be golem balors. The moment we moved upstairs they attacked assuring us that fighting the dragon had sent out an alert all through the Keep. Again these were beaten back and destroyed though the battle was starting to ware down on the warriors. Again Romulus moved ahead to scout up the next floor and came back speaking of what appeared to huge golem spiders and what would appear to have been small spirits. We moved hard and fast though having to retreat several times to redon our armor and clothes. The spiders seemed to enjoy stripping it from us much to the embarrassment of many of the group. Though eventually we did win out. Romulus came back to report more demons on the next floor and we moved quickly to crush them before taking a time to rest and regather our spells. Romulus scouted up the stairs to saw it was a large entry hall that was apparently empty but led out to a bigger room. We buffed and prepared and headed up the stairs to the final battle. Inside were the demons, spirits and balors and the two Zhents that had been waiting for us. The battle started out well enough. Us holding out strongly as we fought against the swarms. The main balors being taken out as one of the Zhents I believed to be a monk got involved in the battle and lunged in at us. Somewhere in all the commotion I fell unconscious and woke to learn that Varia had fled when I fell and all the others except Albryanna had fallen as well. Albryanna had taken on the last Zhent and won. When we were up and moving we began to search the room and clean up the remaining enemies left. When that was finished we looked to the center and found the Staff of Ilmaters remaining two pieces up on the alter, Varia went to put up the others but I quickly snatched them and the other two preferring not to risk something bad happening to the staff. That's when Sister Nicahh stepped into sight. I was overjoyed to finally be standing before the First Sister herself. She asked me for the pieces of the staff which I handed to her without hesitation. I could feel Ilmater's warmth in her. She laid out all the pieces so everyone could see what we had fought to gather then reforged it into the true Staff of Ilmater. Before I could touch it though she warned me there would be a price to pay to wield the Staff. Were I to wield the Staff, I could wield no other weapon. I would in all essence enter a vow of peace to hold the Staff. There was no hesitation, no second thought or even a doubt. I dropped my sword and shield on the floor and handed Andrew the Cherrywood Shortbow he had bought me so many years ago and picked up the Staff. Holding the Staff finally after so many years just felt right. Sister Nicahh merely smiled at me acceptingly then explained what the Zhents had intended to do in full. They needed my blood to taint the staff once it had been laid on the unholy alter. From there it would have been offered to Bane. We could only imagine the horror that would have brought as Sister Nicahh suggested we should leave that foul place which we did. Authors Notes: I started this quest at the young age of twenty. There were many times I should have and did give up, lost hope, even doubted myself. This quest though took me fifty five years to complete. You did read me right, I am seventy five years old writing this book. This quest is finally complete. All this started by a boy enjoying the music and tales of a Bard. I know I mentioned the Order of the Divine Shield earlier and how them refusing me helped me make a decision later on that I still believe in. That decision is this and this alone. The Staff of Ilmater shall never be in their possession. Never shall it be locked away in the darkness again as they would have it sealed. When I die this Staff shall be given to a Keeper of my choosing to be guarded until the next Priest of Ilmater that is not of the Order of the Divine Shield proves themselves in Ilmaters eyes worthy to take up the Staff. Perhaps it will be with the Legion, or perhaps it will be with the Forsworn should I have it up and ready by then. Which ever I choose, I do not hate the Order of the Divine Shield. They choose their path as I have chosen mine and it is not always a guarantee that even though we follow the same ideals that we will all get along. To those that stood by my in this quest, I thank you. To those that gave me strength when I was weak and afraid, I thank you. To the bards who's stories fill us with dreams of glory and treasures beyond our dreams simply with their stories and songs, I thank you. Most importantly, to the friends I have who mean the world to me, who stand by me even if I seem to be just an old man on some strange venture, I thank you as well. (( A final thanks goes out to DM Skippy who made this whole event possible, what started out in my mind as one or two events turned into something huge that many people got involved in and reshaped my image of Jason. Thank you! ))
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  Celia StClair
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  Birds chirped in the branches overhead giving the simple outdoor shrine a rustic feel that was further enhanced by the patches of brown and green moss growing on the small boulder they decided to make use as an alter. A pair of stout candles and a sparkling silver plate sat on the finely woven cloth of blue and gold that adorned it, as Reynauld and Celia kneeled before it, their heads tipped down in meditation and quiet prayer. Celia’s left hand brushed Rey’s lightly and the both stood as one. Sideways glances were exchanged along with a soft smile and the slightest of nods. Time to begin. It had been a long time since Celia had done the Rites of Sanctification, but she knew them well enough to do them in her sleep if the need should arise. “Dearest Torm, we beseech you to bless and consecrate these rings that the may protect and hold steadfast your servants as they make their lives together in your grace.” They turned towards each other and Celia held her left hand out to Rey. He took it in his right while his left hand paused on the warm gold band with the stones of yellow and blue that adorned Celia’s ring finger. “My Lord Torm, I present to you the ring of my wife Celia Du Luc, that you might bless it and keep her safe in your holy service.” He gently removed the ring and took a step towards the alter before setting the ring on the silver plate. He bowed and stepped back, holding his left hand out to Celia. “My Lord Torm, I present to you the ring of my husband Reynauld Du Luc, that you might bless it and keep him safe in your holy service.” She mirrored what Rey had done moments earlier, setting the ring next to her own. This time however she remained by the alter and Rey came to join her. “As water brings life, it also cleans and makes pure that which is not.” She nodded to Rey, and he unstoppered the vial of holy water, pouring it on the rings, being careful not to overflow the plate. “Cleanse these ring that they may be pure in your sight oh Lord” Formal prayers followed. The Prayer of Resistance, the Prayer of Virtue, the Prayer of Blessing, and the Prayer of Shielding for the Faithful, each brought their own specific energies to the chamber. A swirling wind made the candle flames dance and burn brighter, filling the shrine with the scents of melted wax and old incense. Rey could feel a presence at his shoulder, warm and reassuring, but also stern and demanding of faith and service. Celia cast diamond powder into the air as she started the Great Prayer. It seemed to hang in the air, twinkling like so many stars on a dark clear night, before finally settling upon Celia, the alter, and himself. He closed eyes and the world turned dark save for a point of light that appeared in the distance. He move towards it and it turned to a misty glen full of lush green vegetation. Celia stood there waiting, a soft white glow coming from her pure white robes. He held out his hand to her, seeing his own arm clad in the same. She took it and they turned towards a being so radiant it was hard to look at, The brightness was overwhelming… Rey opened his eyes to see all the candles had been blown out, leaving the glen darkened, save for the dull glow left by the setting sun. He held Celia’s hands in his, warm and firm. They were kneeling again, and he noticed the rings were on their fingers again although he had no recollection of putting them on. Celia’s eyes were still closed, and she had a peaceful look on her face the likes of which he had never seen before. The rings sparkled briefly as Celia opened her eyes. Was that a reflection of the setting orb off the Sunstones? Or something else…
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  The long road home...
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  Another sleepless night, one of so many recently. That made three since they landed and it was beginning to show. He could feel Andrews concerned eyes watching him as he walked on, for now leaving Ramus with Andrew so that he could see to the closure. This was something he had to do alone. He took the path back to the old farm as he gazed upon it once more in the mornings light. The birds singing softly on the mornings breeze whisped through blowing back his hair that he had left down and untied for the first time in years, how long it had gotten since then. He slowly came behind the farm to his fathers grave as tears bit at the corner of his eyes, beside it was his mothers, and in a satchel, his little brothers which he now added beside the two as he spoke softly. Your home now little brother, placed to rest with father and mother where you belong. Forgive me for failing you as I failed them. May you find peace and joy beside Ilmater. He kneeled slowly into the dirt slowly and lowered his head in soft prayer though speaking it aloud in Celestial. (Celestial) Father Ilmater, Painbarer, my lord…..Guide my family to their final rest and see them into your loving arms. Grant them the mercy and peace they never found in Neverwinter and protect them from the Shadowvar. I know when I pass I will not be laid here with them but instead likely in Peltarch where you have me serve you best at this time. I need to know they are safe my lord...From the Shadowvar and from any that would attempt to do them any wrong and harm, in this I ask you, please, bless these lands and these graves that I might find peace in leaving them to their final resting. A light shone upon the graves, the sound of whimpering surrounding Jason as tears streamed down feeling Ilmaters presence and love near him as he nodded in acceptance. As quickly as it came though, it was gone once more. This chapter of his life was at its end. Jason belonged here no more. He bowed his head once more to the graves speaking not a word then headed back to town never once looking back. He smiled softly as he spotted Andrew and told them they would be leaving after the dawn tomorrow to head back home. With that he headed back to the temple for some rest and reprive and a bit of prayer. Whispers were exchanged as they prepared the next morning to head out. The sun was rising and Andrew was in his last prayers. He looked once more to Father Thomas with a smile, one of relief and understanding as he spoke. (Jason) Thank you again Father Thomas, for the hospitality and for forgiving me for abandoning my home so many years ago. ( Father Thomas ) Jason my boy, your path is clear. Ilmater had plans for you long before you even knew it. You go now and finish his plans for you. Know you will always be welcomed back though should you ever wish to return. Jason nodded his thanks, though in his heart he knew he would never again return to these lands. His time here was long done and he was needed, both by Andrew and Ramus, his boys, his family. With Andrews prayers finished they gathered the mounts and headed back to Neverwinter easily making the city and stopping once more at the statue looking to his fathers plaque, this time a small smile reaching the corners of his mouth as he brushed it once more in a silent farewell and boarded his ship home. The trip back was a long one indeed, though to Jason, it felt good to finally be going home, the weight from his heart once and for all lifted into ease. Now he could focus on his final task. That would be the greatest challenge ever. He stepped off in Peltarch thanking the Captain once more and Andrew as well who told him he was headed to Lathanders temple to get some rest and pray. Jason again nodded his thanks to Andrew letting him go as he and Ramus headed for the orphanage.
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  Harm (Morwen's tale)
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  In the south beyond Norwick (after a long dull boat ride with more reclusive sailors), she met a new woman. Eilo was elven, like herself, and different then most people she met. She did not seem to put herself first and placed great importance on an organized adventure. Most importantly she spoke elven! and when Andrew showed up (he was a friend of her's it seemed) harm thought it was a chance to clear up the situation between them. Eilo translated, but true to form Harmony's words missed far of mark (or at least she thought, Eilo spoke such fast common Harm couldn't be sure of everything she told him). Andrew looked more uncomfortable around her then ever. Harm was besides herself but let it go for the moment out of fear of only making it worse. Into the crypts they went. Eilo apparently had lived there or rather near them in the old town. The whole thing was very upsetting to Harmony, dead things all over the place!, and her bow was useless most of the time (She quietly swore to find a solution to that, she was an archer and wasn't going to be useless if she had any say in it; she wasn't sure though if she did have any say in it yet); and, also, two of the other party members were of a shady disposition. While Eilo, Andrew, and Harm discussed it those two disappeared ending any speculation on the subject. South past the ruins (which obviously upset Eilo) and to the lake they went. Eilo wanted to take a look at the tower there and they were all surprised to find the door open. Apparently the tower belonged to a mage, by the name of Maria, and so Eilo wanted to make sure everything was okay inside (seeing as it would be odd to build a huge stone tower and then just leave the door wide open, though Harm couldn't help but think what a great way that would be to lure adventurer's in to their doom!). They didn't find anything inside, but they were found by Corwin (Harmony was torn, she was hunting with her friends, but she did desperately want to tell him the truth about everything; at least the truth as she was seeing it that is). Maria, apparently, was gone somewhere (where ever or when ever to Harm took it) for an unknown amount of time. In the mean time Corwin watched the tower and tutored students from the mage club (or league, or group or whatever they called themselves); so he showed them out, since they weren't mages after all. Harm made sure to let him know they needed to talk later and after some more hunting, and some yelling (at Nalio, one of the companions that disappeared during the crypt excursion), she did get to speak with him. He took it well she thought, and she hoped he really was still her friend; but she had decided after talking to Zahra that her reasoning was all wrong (turns out pity was not as good a reason to have sex with a man as she thought;It was confusing as she honestly didn't know what quite was?, luckily it hadn't gotten to that). She left him With Zahra and turned her mind to what she would do now…
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  Zahra's Lexicani
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  An Endless Quest
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  At last! I've arrived! I made it back to Peltarch. But it's strange. The town was almost deserted. The streets were empty, the commons were silent, and even the pub only had a few people in it, most of them keeping to themselves. I remember this place being busy, but perhaps there is something going on. A festival in a nearby city, perhaps, made this place I remembered so fondly into a ghost town. I don't want to think that something bad has, perhaps, happened. Thinking the worst never gets anyone anywhere. I've decided to rest at the inn for a while. When I'm recovered from my journey, I'll take a look around and try to find out where everybody is.
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  Dear Annna, There is one thing you need to know. Shortly after my troubled exit from our village, I wandered the world trying to find, trying to forget and,sometimes, just trying. Hunger, cold, loneliness, despair, pride, fear, my ingratitude were inseparable companions. It is interesting to realize that these things are as bad as they were able to create what I am today. Some years ago, in a forest unknown, the kind that is not and never will be the scene of any tale, completely consumed by hunger, I killed for the first time. She was a beautiful creature. I noticed her the first time at a glance, seemed shy and when I made a sudden movement, her beautiful long legs carried her away. Weak, I could not follow her nor explain myself. A few days later, there she was again. Suspicious and curious, seemed to want to find out what that strange and weak boy was in his forest. His big round eyes would not stop. Now staring at me, sometimes unnecessarily inspected the surroundings. I kept my eyes on the ground, determined not to frighten her again. I could hear her footsteps, one after another her feet advancing towards me. A few yards she stopped. I could not resist and looked directly into her big brown eyes and smiled …. She smiled back and walked away again, gallantly toward the heart of the forest. More like a dance between the trees than a race. She would come back, I knew at that moment ... and she did. It was next day. I gathered what was left of my strength and crawled to a nearby stream. I did my best to wash myself, used the small knife to cut the hair that grew rebelliously and put another set of clothes I was carrying with me. I wanted to impress her. Show those beautiful eyes a better view of what I had offered so far. She liked it. She came towards me without any restriction. I, seized by a sudden boldness, stretched my hand up and touched her face. She allowed. It was a long time I did not feel the warmth of another so close to me. I'd like to lie and say that a tear formed in my eye, but it did not happen. I offered a place at my side and she accepted. She smiled and gracefully sat beside me. We said nothing to each other until it was time to go, and she went. I almost could not hold the excitement I felt at our next meeting. Again, I prepared well. With the small knife I decided to shave and washed, the best I could, my clothes in the creek. The next day she came and unceremoniously stood beside me. She offered her face to me and I touched it. My hands wrapped her face as I brought closer. I held firmly, but gently. My right hand gently caressing her cheeks. She looked at me and once again, offered her best smile. I approached my face to hers, as the lovers do when they want to confide a secret to the loved one. I have no doubt that I loved her. Breifly and intensely, but it was love, at least a kind of love. She showed me that life was worth. My lips came close to his ear and found enough strength to whisper: - Forgive me. I brought her close with, and with my free hand wielded the knife that ran through her beautiful and long neck. She did not suffer, I'm sure of it. She gave me a sad look and her last, sad smile. She was dead. I do not remember ever hating me for that. As bad as the situation may seem, she had meat and I hunger. I cut her leg off, that beautiful and well made leg. I tore the skin and cut the muscle. I lit the fire and baked. I never ate a better deer in my whole life. Once again, the letter is tossed in the fire and the man finds his way into dreamland.
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  The Lad from Archenbridge
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  @602c78684e: Mother, Its been years since I've written. For that I am very very sorry. I buried Ehto today. He had been sick. His old legs couldnt move the way he wished, and he had lost several teeth. I kept him with me in the Glenn for fear that he'd be hunted by goblins or one of their hounds. I knew this was coming, eventually. Words cannot describe the sadness I feel. I see men die. I see them die horrible deaths. I am ashamed to admit that I have grown used to it. Callous. Yet the death of a wolf has drained me to the core. Those his muzzle grew gray, his eyes always held the same fire that they did on his naming-day. He has been the most faithful friend I've had. Once I learned the shifting, his lessons to me –tooth and paw-- were invaluable. He now lies, forever, under my favorite willow tree. By a lake. I wish you could see it. This Glenn has been very lonely and dark as of late. It is now painfully so with Ehto's departure. I'm going to travel again. I can't stay here. I hope to return some day. I also hope to visit you. I miss you. Hess
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  Journal of Arthur Forge
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  Its been many years since I have even looked at this journal, and it makes me wonder a lot about who I could have been. After arriving here I made some good friends, many I became close to which I have honestly never done before. In that I have learned a strong lesson, but I will continue that in a moment. I moved here as previously stated and joined up with the Divine Shield trying to get myself strongly connected with a goodly group. It went so well for a long time. I met Cray a short time later and he reminded me so much of myself early on, a friend and a brother. I quickly found myself open and talking with him especially about becoming a blooded of Oscura. In time he accepted and even stood for me as a blooded and helped me make my pact. In time, I fell from Helms graces as I chose to stand by Cray as a friend, that's where it all started to go wrong. When I fell, Ashena booted me from the Order, I lost my mentorship with my mentor and people from the order started being more distant with me. Sir Reynauld though, he offered to be my Mentor, to help me stay on the path. He has always been a great friend to me and I could never tell him how much of a brother he was to me. He taught me how to joust and made me laugh many times, other times we sat and had some very serious talks about many things that don't belong in this book. Then as time moved on, I was jumped by Calimports assassins and I knew my past had finally caught up with me, I was in love with a woman named Ah'ria and really I didn't want her in any danger, so I decided to go back to Calimport and face my past. I remember the trip there, so much damn fish….ugh. When I arrived it was hell, I went to see the pasha who at least heard me out and deemed I was fit to keep my head, but not innocent of the charges. I spent what in my mind was months locked in a cage staying directly in the center, around the cell were other cages filled with blood thirsty and ravenous undead. Each barely unable to reach me. I would be taken out daily for torture and punishment then thrown back in leaving me bloody and weak and driving their hunger. Apparently at some point during all this I actually came back to Peltarch, started back on my Banite ways and fell back to bad habits, really all I can say for that is Temporary insanity and perhaps a survival instinct from what I had learned in my early years in Calimport. During this time I also apparently made a deal with a demon for him to protect Varia in exchange for my slavery and soul. I could never tell anyone about it though. I actually don't remember doing anything of this and only mentally coming too in the Grapevine with Sir Reynauld sleeping by the door and Varia sitting nearby asleep as well. I remained bedridden for a month after that and from there barely moved around. As I got stronger I began to venture out by the fire enjoying the fresh air and trying to get my head clear. It was like I was coming out of a fog. Varia soon told me that I had been exiled from Peltarch as a Banite which I didn't want to believe, yet there was a letter of exile right in my bag. It was some time later when speaking to Ah'ria and seeing the letter I had written to her that it truly sunk in. From there I spent my time trying to find a god and spoke much with Andrew and Varia on the matter. Ragosh. He was the key to my diety choice, Varia led me to him and told me to ask him about Gond. Soon after I found what I enjoyed and a new reason to continue my craft. I loved it honestly. So I began working to please Gond, to get in his favor and in doing so I felt the darkness lifting from around me. I had a dream some weeks later, A man standing infront of a forge talking to me, he told me to gain Gonds favor I need to craft him a Copper Hammer, then offer it to him. Then he may accept me. Instantly I went into a ferver of trying to accomplish this. I had only ever worked on Tin and was just barely starting Malachite. But with Eragor, Romulus, Kyans and Varia's help I managed to get it done, I dreamed of him after offering the hammer, he told me it would do and from then when I worked at the forge, I could feel him when I worked as if he was standing over me guiding my hammer. What brought me down more recently was the betrayal of Gnarl. Something I could never forgive or forget. Romulus was heading into the gnolls, he had me, Constantine, Gnarl and Charles. Charles suddenly piped up recognizing me that he couldn't come with because I was tainted. I understood his plight being that he was a paladin and all. What I didn't understand and that hurt me gravely was that Gnarl said he would not accompany me either because of the taint. He was supposed to be my friend, he was not a paladin. For me, that is unforgivable. You can never give me an excuse that makes it okay to betray a friend. As I sit here writing this I can see Varia giving me a strong look of worry. I told her that I have been having chest pains, she doesn't know I have been having them off and on since that day with Gnarl. I know my end draws close and that I am supposed to be with that demon, but I have faith in Varia. My true friends: Varia, Sir Reynauld, Cray, Romulus. I will miss them even in death, but death is only the beginning. Their friendships will carry on even in death. Even in death, I do not forgive Gnarl, I cared deeply for him and he knew I had risked everything to save his sorry arse only to be betrayed by him. That goes to the grave with me. May his god have mercy on him for his traitorous act. Signed with finality: Arthur Forge, Smith of Gond
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  Tales and Rumors Around Narfell - Kezia's Writing Log
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  _Danika Jerrick convinced her to wait for him to perform surgery on her throat instead of doing it herself Made a knife just for it He had a dragon!? Kept it in the den, but didn’t kill it because it was a baby (Unrelated) Wolf named Brendel lost a hand because insulted Dwin (?), Jerrick healed him_
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  Varia's lessons
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  That is a good question, Vawria. Eventhough that wasn't the puwrpose of the test, as all I wanted was to show how does countewrspelll wowrk. Pauses thinking, then nods But you bwring up a good question, and I shall answewr it anyways. When you face someone that whose spellpowewr you don't know, you need to guess what they awre going to do, honestly. If you catch them off guawrd, you cast fiwrst, you may win. If you notice them actively obsewrving you to countewrspell youwr spells, then you should indeed use the less powewrful ones fiwrst, so that he wruns out of countewrs. Howevewr, the "fist" spell is a good choice too in that case. While they awre twrying to figuwre out what spell will you cast in owrdewr to countewrspell it, you can get close to them and punch them in the face. 'tis not always guawranteed success… but.. shrugs may wowrk. In showrt, it's vital to know youwr opponents skills. If you don't, then play safe. Pwrotective spells owr heavy mass destwructive spells, no middle gwround. You eithewr defend youwrself, owr put him down befowre he can wreact. Taps her chin, as if thinking on saying something else hmm… and that's it. Yeah. That's it... she turns around to head back home I'll think ouwr next lesson's topic. You may suggest something too, now go get some wrest.
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  Tangles: A Ranger's Life
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  When the darkness beyond the gate wobbled in front of them, it left behind a tall but insubstantial figure holding a scythe. Dressed in all black, shadows seemed to gather and circle around it. Danika narrowed her eyes. Charles and the mage reported seeing echoes in the woods north of the ruins. The two had just returned from the graveyard, Danika from a long scouting mission. Even with Nailo and the mage's familiar searching the area, Danika wasn't certain they could handle an attack. Her hand twitced, but she held it away from her bow. She hoped the second wasted wouldn't cost them their lives. "Greetings, those of flesh," said the shadowy figure. "Hhhhhi," Danika said flatly. The dark features of the shadow seemed to form a small smile. Its eyes watched her closely. A talker, she thought. Here to show how clever he is. "This…" the shadow paused, unusual for a talker. "...is an active land for shadows, it seems." "We've seen many here, yes," the mage said. "Though not so close to the city." Danika spoke simultaneously. "It was. The shades all died though." She took a calm bite from her apple. Experience said they were safe for now. "Oh, not all," the shadow said. "Where there is light, there is always shade and shadow. And as long as there are men... well, who knows what shadows lurk in the hearts of men?" Danika watched Nailo approach the shadow from behind. Too close, Nailo. Stay hidden. The elven scout's own shadow bent and poked him before wagging the finger at him. Nailo froze before shrugging off the event and joining the others at the gate. "Not like i was going to shoot you in the back of the head," he said. "Lots of people," Danika said to draw attention back to the shadow's question. She doubted he expected an answer. Talkers were always asking questions that weren't questions. "I have appeared here to pose a question, those of flesh." With the word question, the shadows around the figure began to dance in a circle. They took the shape of people, their arms linked as if in some tribal exhultation together. They danced in unison around and around. Danika turned her head so she could focus on the voice of the central figure. The mage smiled. "Oh good. I like questions." Charles frowned, but whether at the prospect of a question or the dancing shadows, Danika couldn't say. She feared a riddle herself. I hate riddles, she thought as her eyes narrowed again. "Where do shadows exist, and why?" Nailo bit into his own apple in a moment of consideration. "Everywhere light does." The shadow nodded his head at Nailo in acceptance and then turned to the other three. "Hmm, Thats a reasonable assertion," the mage said. "And the reason is balance for ever light there is a darkness," Nailo continued. "Devils and angels, hate and love, and so on." The shadow may as well have not heard the rest of Nailo's answer. "Do the rest of you not have answers?" ""Not every light," Danika said to Nailo. She ignored the shadow, whom she believed wanted an answer less than an opportunity to lecture. She had nodded with Nailo's first comment, but the rest compelled her to speak. Her nose wrinkled in displeasure, she continued. "Light is light. People. Things. Choices. They make shadows." "Shadows exist in between the light and dark," the mage said to the shadow. "In people hearts and soul, because it's in our human -" Charles caught himself and glanced at the mage " - and elf nature." The shadow tipped its head at each answer. "Balance is silly," Danika continued to Nailo alone. There was more she meant to say. There was an anger and a light that hadn't even touched the surface, but the words she'd rehearsed didn't come easily. Not in front of an audience. "Maybe," Nailo said. "Don't really pay attention much to things like law and balance. Just try to survive." Silence fell. Danika picked the seeds from her apple's core. "So what grounds you, sir, to being neither light or darkness?" the mage asked. The shadow took his time before answering. "The question does not apply, friend." "Can I ask a question now?" Nailo asked. "No," the shadow said. "I am thinking." The shadow peered at Danika in particular and asked a new question. "And what use, pray tell, are shadows?" "Ummm," came Eragor's voice from behind them. "Who's that guy?" "Hi Eragor. And I don't know," said Nailo. Danika turned to wave at the half-orc, smiling to let him know there was no immenent danger. A grin was spreading across her face as she considered her answer. She could lecture too in her own way. "Most people only look where the light takes them. They don't know hhhhow to really look at something. Hhhhow to see the little tricks." As she spoke Danika tossed the apple core from one hand to the next and back again. She established a rhythm, a pattern, until suddenly the hand that should have caught the apple opened with nothing inside. She revealed both empty palms. "So you can hhhhhide things in shadows." "So shadows are not always a bad thing, aye?" the shadow asked. "I always figured my shadow is a part of my soul." A smile appeared on the shadow's dark features again. "You are well-informed, little one." "Depends on what type of shadows," Charles said. "There's undead shadows. Those are always bad. Well, not bad, evil." "Real shadows? They're not good or bad." Danika didn't like this line of questioning. The shadow was trying to hide something with its choice of words, to make one word carry too much meaning. It was a trick to make them agree with something they might not otherwise. Like the apple core she'd palmed that had found its way into one of the many pockets sewn into her cloak. Charles nodded. "I agree with the lady on real, normal shadows." "Not all shadows are exactly what they seem. This knowledge will serve you in the time to come." "Mm." Danika made the sound unconsciously. Talkers. They're all the same. The shadow's gaze intensified as if it could read the dispassion in Danika's mind. "Am I understood?" "Why should we trust you?" Charles began. Danika wasn't through with the last questions. Understood? There's nothing to understand. She shook her head. "You're only speaking with shadows of words." "Fitting, no?" "Misdirecting." There was something she'd missed. What was the shadow hiding? "Shadows are inevitable," the shadow continued. "In every corner, of every room. As inevitable as your conscience. Do not surrender to them, as you would anything else, but do not ignore it either, nor pretend that you lack one. Your friends to the North, would do well to remember this well." Danika shook her head slowly. No, this can't be just a warning. Warnings are direct. Eragor looked down at his own shadow flickering and bending the fire-light. "Well, my shadow doesn't speak." "Now. One of you, may ask me one question. Deliberate amongst yourselves, and may the asker walk out into the darkness." The five turned to each other. Charles wore a visible frown of concern. Danika arched a brow as she looked over each of them in turn, waiting. "He spoke of a time to come," the elf mage began quietly. "I wonder what that means?" Danika slipped a hand into her pack in preparation. The shadow had been singling her out. "No other questions?" Eragor rubbed his head. "Not sure what's going on or who he is." "I don't have any that are important," Nailo confessed. "You have one, miss?" Charles asked. "Maybe. What will hhhhappen if they do not listen. Remember." "I forsee the 'bad things' answer," Charles said. "Mm. Words," Danika agreed. Mere words. Charles thought a moment. "How should we recognize which shadows are to be useful?" "Which will fight us or help us," Nailo added. "Maybe." Danika grinned at Charles. "Do you want to ask it?" "No," Charles answered calmly. The pace of the dancing shadows increased. Danika was certain they had little time remaning. She removed a blanket from her pack to touch its corner to her face. The natural shadows grew transparent. Even the magical darkness receded in a circle all around her. Danika stepped out into the night. These woods she knew by heart. Every tree and hill. She wouldn't be afraid so long as she was in her woods. She paused north of the ruins and opened her mouth, but there was no air to carry her voice. Only darkness. "You have come." Danika heard the voice of the shadow but she didn't dare open her eyes. She could breathe again, but the world spun. This was not her woods. This was nowhere at all. No setting sun, no stars. Formless, strange and alien to the earthbound ranger. She grasped at empty air until she found what felt like a tree. I hate this, she thought. Thorn makes it look so easy. "Worry not. You're in no danger. Take all the time you need in this place." Danika opened her eyes to a squint. The land was sparse and dim. Everything was wavery in a peaceful way. Shadows of people walked all around her, looking at things Danika could not see, following purposes she could not comprehend. Everything new moment passed felt like a fading dream. Danika felt a question rise within, but she caught herself. The shadow had a purpose in bringing her here, in allowing one question. Why not answer it in the woods? Did he have an advantage here? Was he keeping her from something back in her woods? "I only get one question," she stated with care. "I only promise one question. My interest may prove to have me answer more. And there is no price. You have nothing to fear from me, quiet one." "Hhhhow will our friends recognize which shadows will be usefull, hhhelpul to us?" Danika finally focused on the shadow who had brought her here. His body language was remarkably human but seemed ill-practiced. It was difficult for her to read him well. "A shadow will always show its intent immediately. If it holds fast, and does not seek to sate it's hunger on the living, it may bear pausing oneself, and seeing what more there is to it." "Mm." "You doubt me." It was merely an observation. Her eyes must have betrayed some skepticism. "What do these other shadows eat if not the living?" "Have you ever had to feed your own shadow?" He smiled, but it wasn't a twisted smile. Danika bent her neck to look at him sideways. "Do they want anything more than eating the living?" "I can speak not for shadows with a will of their own, for their wills bring their own desires. Some shadows, were once things of flesh, after all." Danika finally let go of the tree. "What do you want? From this." "Want." The shadow paused in thought. "I wish to see why mortals attach signifigance to things, and attribute light and dark to them, with no in-between considered. I have seen a great deal of … how to put it, black and white mentality. Some things are neither black, nor white. They simply are. What will a mortal do, when something is neither black nor white? Will they lack purpose, when something does not fit inside the box that is their mind?" Danika narrowed her eyes and insisted, "Evil is real." The practiced response was simple, but it said everything she meant. "Of course. That is beyond question. But answer me, now, if you will. Are there things that are neither evil, nor good?" "Things. Yes." "Do you trust them? Or rather, since that lacks specifics ... could you?" "Maybe. But not if their words and actions don't agree." "A wise decision." Danika shrugged lightly. Was it wisdom to admit that you see what you see? "I have something for you then, she who knows the difference between shadows and "Shadows." If you wish it." "Oh?" "There is one in the North, who would be King. There are many who would not object, as well. Should this come to pass, know that he is neutral. As such, he caught my interest, but I do not interfere. I know not if the goings on in the North interest you, but it is what it is, and I am ... intrigued enough to see the actions of those who see it coming." Danika twisted her mouth to the side. The revelation was disappointing. Kings weren't real. They were just disguises to appease their followers, for people who didn't want to reflect on their own choices. "This is not interfering?" She asked at last. "Hardly. There are those who know already, of course. You have told me much, in your response, as well." Danika's eyes widened suddenly. The way he said "the North." The shadow chuckled. "You do mean Peltarch, right?" she asked. "Not the north north?" "I see I picked the right one, after all." Danika's heart sank. "The Glacier?" "You were right the first time. Your North. I do try to be... relevant. I can hardly see happenings outside of your Narfell being of much interest to you." "That's not my north." Danika exhaled in relief. Peltarch was full of capable good-hearted people, even if they were misguided over the nature of laws and kings. But her mother's people, the people of the Glacier, they would not know how to deal with shadows or hidden evils. "It is in these days," the figure said. "It affects you as surely as light casts shadows. My sense of time is not as ... questionable as that of some Gods, after all. Have I given you something to think about?" Danika nodded. "I will return you now. I thank you for your time." Danika flashed a bright smile. "I'm Danika." The shadow seemed surprised by that. "I alas, am simply The Shadow. I apologize if that seems contrived." "That's better than my nickname." The Shadow quirked his lips in amusement. "What is your nickname?" "Boots." "I shall ask you about that sometime." As the world grew dim again, Danika dropped a few apple seeds from her palm.
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  The Training of a Master
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  _Their training goes on for what must be six months, during which there is much pain and struggle, as well as much success and joy. At the end of it, Robyn is able to swing and sway, shift and move in the art of Capoeira such that when she and Anelundil duel, she is able to defeat him. Smiling at her final triumph, Anelundil hands her a cloak._ This is for you, Robyn. You've mastered the art before you, and you are truly ready for what is to come. May this cloak serve you faithfully in the months to come.
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  Letters Home (The House Of Teroldys)
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  _A rickety tree-house, cradled in the boughs of an enormous oak tree, is the chosen spot for the young woman's next writing session. Two horses graze below, one large and majestic silver stallion, the other a more delicately built chestnut mare, looking up with soft brown eyes at the rustling from above. Ashena's long braid dangles down as she checks on the horses, then gets comfortable, belly down on the worn planks of the tree-house floor. The late afternoon sun is warm amber treacle, a soft caress to the young woman's face, and with a yawn she rests her head on her arms to doze. Upon waking, Ashena looks at the crumpled papers around herself, stretches slightly and begins anew._ "Dear Allestor" She pauses, staring up at the gently swaying foliage through the gaps in the tree-house ceiling, thoughtful. "This time, I have no shameful revelation of a change in plans to announce, I truly am at the family estate, if currently in a very secluded part of it, hiding away from the world like a nestling dove in Gralam's and my old treehouse. Too many thoughts were swirling in my head, and I needed the space, the time and perhaps this lofty height to calm them. Homecoming has been bitter-sweet thus far, though I remain ever the optimist in hoping sweet shall be the lingering aftertaste, upon departure. I think about all of you often, and though I have faith in your abilities to tackle the problems that face our Order, it irks me that I cannot be there to help. Instead, I'm crammed into gown upon gown, wearing smile upon smile and trading niceties instead of doing aught ~useful~. Yet duty comes in many forms, and so my smile must be as unwaivering as shield, sword and lance upon the field of battle. Verily, the court can be much like a battle field at times, though tis a cloak and dagger type of fight that suits me ill. I like things clear and honest, without pretense or subterfuge - I'm not good at hints or guesswork, though I can understand why some things are not spoken out loud, in certain circumstances. Which brings me to my point, and my admission of guilt.” With a crease on her brow, the writer stops, then doggedly continues: “Before I left, you had something to tell me, a weight upon your shoulders which seemed to hang so heavily there… and when you finally plucked up your courage to speak, I lost mine; I fled and would not hear it. I’m so sorry! (underlined twice) It was cowardly of me! I was afraid, I think, that your words would force me to re-examine matters too close to heart for comfort; that they would make me view you and I in a different light, and that things between us would never be the same. But in running, I realize now, I left you alone to shoulder the burden of words unspoken, of things left unsaid. Perhaps simply speaking them would have set you free? I cannot be certain of what you wished to say, and I am even less certain of what my response would have been, had you said it. What I do know is that there are few persons in my life as important to me as you, ~very~ few, and fewer still that I am able to share the parts of me which aren’t all happy and steadfastly shining with. In my moments of weakness, sorrow and doubt, you always fill me with renewed resolve, with warmth and with hope. You make me laugh, you make me think (often twice) and you make me feel strong, like anything is possible. You make me feel cherished and cared for, and all these things, I wish I could return. But now, there is a knot between us, a distance in your eyes and that awful, stoic silence that I cannot bring myself to break. I haven’t the right to break it, not after running like a startled doe when the moment of truth came, but it still hurts. I hope time shall ease that knot out; that our friendship shall grow as warm and close as before, somehow. I know I failed to ease your burden, and instead left you with more, the horrid Puppeteer tangle all heaped into your lap in my absence. I pray you and Talindra find strength in each other to face that threat and whatever else may come ‘til I return! I love you both, more than I can say. To end on a brighter note, I am glad to say I will bring something back to ease your burdens. But what that something is shall remain a ~mystery~ for now! Ashena” Immediately upon finishing, the determination on Ashena’s face melts away, her eyes scanning the page anxiously. She looks to the heap of crumpled letters, rereads the new one again, then sighs and folds it up, indecision plain on her face. This letter is not discarded, though whether or not it will ever reach its intended reader is unclear.
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  -Ashe's New Journal- (Adult content and strong language)
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  _Fecksakes. Reading through this thing again makes th'blood run all different temperatures, all over again. Makes me want to sharpen my knives, buy some new scrolls, set holy traps around me, and drink holy water with my booze. Seeing tha' scarred up Banite fella Arthur brought my own scars to itching though. Wonder what he did to get em. Kinda. Some things are best left in the dark especially Baney stuff. I shudder to think of it. Norwick is … nearly the same. Elyl sure is, except for not being bleeding when I saw him. How strange! We chatted, and Elyl was kind enough to bring me a bottle o'wine, and e'en share his spare pipe with me. Poor fella got worn out though, and went t'bed without gettin' it back. I debated followin' 'im, and stashing it in his pack or whatever, but eh, I'll see him again. I wonder who is still about that I would know these days. Best go and find out. Besides, these scars are getting stiff. Best find someone with a good balm._
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  Elessars Scratchpad
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  Elessar takes a handful of loose paper and starts arraigning * Upon first look this city seems like so many others. People coming and going hustling about. Everyone living day to day as best they can. Civic organizations led by those few willing to lead, leading those willing to be led and struggling to enlist the cooperation of the more willful. There is a common area most travelers seem to congregate at with convenient access to lodging shopping and the various other accompaniments found in most cities. Listening to those willing to share stories of their adventures one soon learns of the devastating wars which occurred in the not too distant past and of conflicts ongoing. Observing their interactions reveals a glimpse of a community that bonds in times of need, rises to meet the challenges they face and lends assistance to any in need seemingly without pretense. looking over the notation carefully he goes back to sorting the scraps into piles *
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  Diary and notes of Jason Selious's trip!
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  looking over the letter he smiles warmed by the words as he sits in his meager shelter and begins to pen out a response * Dear Andrew, It warms my heart and soul to no end to hear from you. I am happy Ramus has attached to you so strongly. I pray everything is safe and secure up there and for note I will likely be turning back soon after I check this mountain….There are signs they are up this way but a direct confrontation is not something I desire at this time alone. Blissfully the trip back will be faster then the trip up, one of the villages has a young mage that can teleport me most of the way back. Blessed be Ilmater for that one. Give Ramus my love for me and take care of the other two. I hope to see you really soon. Signed: Brother Jason Selious
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  Journey back to Calimport....
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  Arthur is seen getting off a ship looking very pale and thin, he was seen met by Sir Elyl and was brought to the Regal inn, where they were met by another priestess and led inside, only the two priests were seen leaving.