Tales By The Fire

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  A cut branch...
  • Rhisto

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  Last night, I got called "sir" in front of my old friend Celebring. He couldn't help but smile a little, saying he thought it funny, seeing it from his angle. Surprised I asked him, "you been called a misses before?" He shrugged, "Dwarves do it all the time, and half-orcs." "Aw, my luck, for being half elf, half human, it's often tid-for-tad." "Nothing wrong with that", he told me. Then he changed the subject abruptly and asked me "Who's your patron?" I blinked and told him "Fenmarel". "Interesting" he mused. "Have you ever considered joining us?" "Why? The Seldarine? I wouldn't know if I were welcome." "Yes, the Shesae. I've always known you to be one that holds Elven values close to her heart. If you were welcomed, would you consider it?" My heart skipped a beat, before I answered. "Sure I would. Ever since you taught me to speak Elven and gotten me connected to my roots. I was unsure though." Surprised, he asked me "Why?", so I explained him that I was given a holy symbol of Mystra when I was young. I also told him about my latest feelings about how this cut branch could be more than some arrows, a staff or even a bow, and that Fenmarel made me see that it's what -I- make of my life. He just said he'd speak with the others about becoming a member of the Shesae. I asked him if I'd be looked at differently because of my fathers heritage. He assured me that all Elven and half-Elven followers of the Seldarine could join as equals, a Shesae… Needless to say, I felt as if some pieces of me fell in the right place that evening, though it started off a bit queer.
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  (Glunk) Diary of a war-priest
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  Day 10: Wells, Thuggrim been training me lots. It hard works, an' no mistake! First fing we does each morning, is says prayers to Garagos, askin for strength an' guidance. When we done sayin prayers, we goes out to get offerings for Garagos…. Thuggrim, wot does Garagos want for offerings? Me offer meats an' coin an' stuff… but he not seem to wants it. Thuggrim laughed, da sound echoing around in him helmet Dat cos Garagos not care 'bout silly fings like food an' coin. He want us to keep dat for ourselves. Wot he want, is blood. Blood? Whose blood? Anyones blood. If it spilt in battle by his followers, den it make him stronger. Your blood, my blood, dere blood… It all works. So he like it when we bleeds? Yus! It make yoo closer to him. Wot if yoo fight sumthin too strong, an' yoo not able to make it bleed? He scratched his head for a moment. Wells, den yoo has to bleed. It same way wiv penance. If yoo fail Garagos, den he ask for penance in blood. Yoo ever fail Garagos Thuggrim? He nods. Yus. When I was young, I fought ever'one who looked at me funny. Won most of da fights, too. But dere was dis one farker, a tempus dog. He trip me over when I run at him, and den him an' his friends all beat on me. I nodded quietly. Wot did yoo have to do? I wented out an' found da biggest, meanest farker I could, an' I killeded him. His blood was my penance. Garagos not care who bleed, long as it spilled in battle in his name. But.. wot if yoo had lost? Den he would have killeded me. But my penance would be paid, in my own blood. I nodded again, as Thuggrim hefted his hammer, an' charged wiv a scream into da hobbers. Da conversation ended, I joined him in da blood fury.
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  Falco Forerunner's Journal
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  Entry 5 - Early morning and foulty sword work It was an early morning today, like the Caption said, right as the sun is rising. When we got up he ordered us dressed and ready, he made us run around the barracks ten times, I thought this an easy task, but for some. . I thought some of them where going to die really. When we got into the barracks the caption was waiting for us, with wooden sword covered in a semi think coating of cloth. He told us that we would be training today, and that tomorrow, we would have many bruises and some cuts maybe. Then I figured it out, we would be fighting with these practice weapons. I was not very good at this, I found the wooden weapon heavy and unbalanced, it did not fit in my hand like the metal one. I lost my first fight against a man whose name I do not know yet. He is a very large man, his biceps alone as big as my lower leg. I can feel the bruise on my ribs forming still from his brutal hit that knocked my breath right from me. I lost my second and third fight as well. I simply could not get a grasp on this, and I have many bruises and cuts to show for it. At the end of the day when we where all done with our training I asked for a word with the Weapons Mistress. Thankfully she agreed to talk and lead me to the courtyard where our training took place and turned to me and asked why I asked this audience. I replied that I wished to know her name, if it was not a trouble. I thought she might hit me there but she did not . . . she slapped me and with a good deal of force. She scolded me and told me it was impolite to ask and that I should wait to be addressed. I will not soon forget this lesion she gave me in manners. When I turned to walk she ordered me still and told me to turn and face her, I did so. When I was facing her she quickly said that, even thought I was impolite she would give me her name, but she made me swear on my life to tell no other trainees. I nodded and said yes ma’am, she then said her name, Amy she said, Amy and nothing else, she said quickly after, then she departed. I made my way back to my bunk, and think is where I pen this entry. For now, it is good night again, keep well.
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  Elridith Centhedwa
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  Your Gentle Grasp. Can you hear me gentle bird? Are you around me? Take me in your touch. Take me to where I belong. Take me there tonight. I know it's now time. The girl from the past is now gone. As if willed from existence. I need you more than ever now. I need you now to show what comes next. I will hold on forever. I know I will be alright. I don't want to be alone. Never again. My heart is now empty. It has none left to give. I thank all those who comforted me. All those who were a part of me. –- The blue monster. My axe and courage. I have never found a more unlikely brother. The silver beacon. My light in the dark. My eternal hope, and reminder of the people. The tome of knowledge. To share my thoughts. Book of wisdom of patience. The shy arrow. My comforting words. To remind me of the past. The green shield. Compassion and heart. To show me what life is for. The beautiful lady. A great wall for me to lean on. Without you I would have been truly lost. My dark horse. In another life things could be different. To firm my resolve. Now dark bird. Take me in your wing. I am ready finally. These strong hearts do not need me. I doubt they ever did. But I hope I taught each something. Will you be the dark raven. Or the shining phoenix. Decide now, and fly. I said I am ready. The fire in my heart dulls. It's now time. Time to fly. Im not alone.
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  A darkness without
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  A darkness within
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  Diaries of Icarus Dray - Experiments
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  The Competition & Rats The competition I have started in Norwick is proving useful, many are the fools who have provided me with the specimens I require. Countless hours I have sliced and diced these creatures, learning of their inner workings. Days I have spent seeing how the flesh reacts to the various extremities of my magic. My only concern at the moment are the rats and bats in the caves that I work. Most annoying and distracting. So my focus is now on creating a poison to eliminate these creatures. Once they are gone, I can continue with my ultimate purpose. The Half Orcs of the Iron Chain Clan have been most useful in this respect and I have gathered the raw materials I need from the spiders. Though recently they have been behaving strangely around me, although I am not so surprised given their obvious brutish nature, I cannot trust them. Perhaps I should learn their language…
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  Lights last gleaming
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  The New Journal of Drelan Ashire
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  Old And Content –--------------------------------------------- _Drelan breathed hard as he grunted pulling himself up some rigging onto the side of the ship, his captain's uniform wet and already creating a cold biting to the skin from the brief time in the icelake below. His hawk like gaze quickly scanned the ship side as his stiff now aging body rose, not seeming to care about the creak in teh board it caused as he began to stride without even pausing. Already running through his mind how many ways he could kill the six he spotted if they noticed him and decided to try to fight.. or worse talk first. Talking would just take time.. give them more time to hide him. There was no time for stealth no time for diplomacy.. just death.. and a comming tide of red blood until he finally found what he sought.. the persistant striding man stopped ever so briefly as he saw a struggling boy gagged yanked down into the hull, too far away for even his trained ears to hear. A single thought went through the old knight to be turned sailor's mind, "Corwin".. A moment's hesitation and he began moving in that direction. Finally the crew seemed to notice he wasn't just a ghost or a figment and approached. Fools.. they should have placed arrows him him where he stood. The sword quickly shot out from his side taking off the sailors as hand then as the man gawked and screamed Drelan grabbed him and drug him accross the deck. Would it slow him down, yes.. but surely the distraction of the fool would cause a hesitation.. a forgetting of an order.. or better yet.. just all out fear. Then they wouldn't harm him they'd be too worried too. They'd be too busy hoping to bargain with him if he wasn't dead yet. The sailors tried feebly to stop the force of angry destruction going across the deck. They were cut throats at best, just drunkards at worst. Between the special padded plates hidden beneath his uniform and the queen's fury flowing through his muscles and years of simply learning to kill no matter the pain they stood little chance.. more fell some ran.. finally someone with some throwing knives realized what was happening but Drelan was already going below deck dropping a gurgling man with a freshly slit throat on the steps. He heard a muffled yell and went towards the one door, the only door and room it could be if there wasn't a hidden one. Was there? Had he given them time? Already a thousand possibilities were being thought off as usual in the aging man's mind plans being made for each one just in case. A boot sending a door flying open later and there she was.. no boy in sight. A fat.. puss filled.. smelly.. boil that had the gall to smile. Had the same crabs in her hair as she did her nether regions.. Mercy. Drelan asked simply.. "where".. no answer just a cackle as a zit like thing busted on her face a worm comming out of it to laugh at him as well 'With a wanion'! Bugger in a belly bulge else! Lap boy off a green hag's tit!'. Drelan just strolled forward.. things following.. even worse than he had admitted to the crew and would have even made the worst amongst them cringe followed.. the dwarf churtling and cursing as he performed his worst until she too began to gurgle.. and slowly fade away though his damning actions continued. What the hells that meant he didn't know.. didn't care damned dwarf never made sense. He had thought her joking.. just trying to get under his skin as usual. Even she wouldn't actually try to steal and sell his son or worse would she? All he had done is mark her draw her blood when he could have killed her again.. A chance slipped by. A hiss was heard by his ear.. almost ghostly.. "see what merccy brings? Hesistation when you know what must be done?" Wise words from a teacher he'd not seen in what seemed like decades.. Why did he never listen to the old woman until after it was too late? The images began to distort and mercy's form and the surroundings kept blinking before what was.. and what was now.. She had cursed the crew to try to force her will upon them, override his orders.. his last ditch standing in teh church to protect what was built .. and damned them all to try to bring the Sea Queen's fury upon them.. Attacked a friend when there was no need.. He had reminded her that the Queen's true favor went to the strong as he had beat the dwarf to the ground proving his stronger place in the church.. and deep down somewhere feeding the desire.. Not as badly as he had now he thought as he heard a jaw snap. He knew he should have killed her.. everything in him told him to kill her.. If he had he'd not be where he was now.. his son not gone.. If only he hadn't hestiated.. let the dwarf live too weak to kill one of his own crew even in mutiny… Had dug his sword into her pudgy putrid green neck and let whatever likely green fluid spill forth... This time he didn't hold back. one of the sailors came through the door and only blinked in horror at the spectacle before him._ –------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Drelan's eyes opened with a start. A familiar elbow flopped over in his face.. the body it belonged too dead to the world like usual. A dream. The dwarf still alive and probably annoying a crew somewhere.. the jest still a jest.. his son undoubtedly in the other room alive and well sleeping with a fey on his pillow and a thick book on the dresser beside him for now mostly blank. Drelan let out a sigh. "old and content my arse" he muttered. "As if I'd ever let myself accept that." He was happy things were peaceful.. but yet they were too peaceful. Would his mind keep dreaming up enemies that were not there hoping to find a target to drag him back into the high.. the real paranoia..wondering when he was going to die? how many would he kill before he fell? Would he succeed or fail? He rolled over and eyed a candle he had forgotten to put out. It was going to be hard to leave the battlefield and go to the tent. He reached out with his fingers and smote the flame, the smoke dancing into the air.
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  Briar and The Female Drow Rebel
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  Just a little bit of Path
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  Many months has pasted since anyone one has seen the one known as Path. Inded Path has left no path left behind. For those who asked, a few gypsy guards said that one cold night they saw him leave and not return. That while he passed by it gave them the creeps. The way he moved, its not normal. Then quickly faded into the night.
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  Recollections of a Soldier
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  Burdens to Bear - Stories of an Elven Mage
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  Anger I don't believe I've ever sworn to kill a being before this day; I dont' believe I've sworn vengeance, or just if you want to call it that, upon an individual. Silus, however, now is the target of just such an oath on my part; if my mind happens to wander to him, I can't help but feel anger. Me, anger…not just the "I'm a little bothered" type of anger, but the murderous type. I don't like this, and so I'm going to aim to control my emotions, next meeting. I suppose I have a "right" to be angry, Silus has likely caused a great deal of evil upon many individuals. He knows a great deal, yet demands gold, items of power and other things to give such information. Yet, to desire to have someone or something dead, sheerly for the desire to see them dead, doesn't entirely sit right with me. My ethics are challenged by a devil, but I suppose if any would test them, it would be such.
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  True Love
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  Peatmoss The Tale
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  Training Log of the Master Swordsman
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  _"Fall, damn you! Fall!" Frexas's blade whipped back and forth, piercing the body again and again. His efforts produced nothing more than small holes that leaked a small amount of some viscous bodily fluid, to his immense frustration. Using his shield and sword, he could easily block, deflect, or avoid his enemy's clumsy swings, leaving them in an ongoing stalemate. "Or at least look like it hurts…" He amended, grimacing at the stench rolling off the rotting body in front of him. "Oh, the hell with it, this isn't working at all." Sidestepping a final blow, he slammed his shield into the zombie's face, knocking its head back but not budging its body. Using the moment's pause, he turned and sprinted back towards Norwick, easily outpacing the undead nuisance. Soon he was walking back through the gates and up the hill to sit morosely on the rocks in front of the fire. He glanced at his thin sword, now resting in its sheath._ 2 I need better tools with which to channel my skills, a blade worthy of the hands which wield it. I could not even fell a stench-ridden body today. However many times I hit, wherever I hit it, on it came. Unfortunately I am still a man of limited means, but this will hardly stop me. More gold can be acquired, if a superior sword cannot simply be won from some foe. That Rhiannon (pretty, dark-haired, brat) is simply beastly. She must have been raised somewhere far from anyone with proper etiquette; she actually suggested she knew more about swords than I, and questioned my skills! Were she any sort of warrior herself, I would have issued a challenge then and there. The Lady Lycka (pretty as well, a bit young, wite hair) is much more clever. She, at least, knows the proper amount of respect to show a Master…though she is falling into a disturbing habit of calling me Freckles. And some purple-haired warrior ("Charlie", fake coloring) she hangs about with seemed to think she was more adept at swordplay than I as well. She will be shown the error of her ways when next we meet. Everyone, it seems, could stand to receive a few pointers about my bladework. And they shall have it!
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  A Last Confession
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  The Jornal of Thradriel Fearrin
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  Shattered Dreams
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  "Well girl… it was fun, but time for you to go. I've... I got stuff to do, you know. Got to get back to the... office. Yes, the office." "You are not chancellor anymore." "Well, yeah... I have other jobs. I'm very important you know." He said swirling a scarf around his neck, his purple robes shimmering in the morning sun that somehow managed to break through the dusty trailer's windows. She could only clear her throat, and hold her wrists up motioning with her head at the silken cords that were her bondage. "Unless you untie me, kind of stuck here, you filthy pig." He stopped dead in his track, shivering slightly. They both knew if he released her, after all the crimes against her mind and will he had committed the night before, all the magical games and drug induced wine he had given her to play with her head, that if she had a chance, she would run him down and kill him. "Come on, Lucid, cut me free." She said, her voice as cold as ice. "Well, yes... of course..." He said, his voice trailing off as visions of her hands slipping around his throat filled his mind. Inaudible to normal ears he whispered "maybe tomorrow". "Pasty, you will let me loose now!" She growled, the rage barely contained in her. Her voice high pitched and demanding. His head slowly turned, him looking over his shoulder, the glazed look in his eyes returning once again. "Penny, is that you?" "Oh no.. no... no.... not again..." She said, her bound hands coming up to cover her eyes. "I missed you...." _Everything moved in a blur. Time was no more, days felt like seconds, but sometimes a minute seemed to last eternity, if he was near. Her vision would flicker, dream like, hazy, his face, his pasty greedy face, thats breath reaked of cheap wine, always seemed near hers. Anger and sorrow boiled in her at the same time, her bound hands clutched into fists until every joint in them hurt. How long had she been his captive? How long had she lay in this filthy trailer, waking up wanting something that in her normal right mind would have disgusted her? Oh, when she got free she mused to herself, she would kill him. She would kill Aelhaearn and Raver too. Oh yes, they all would suffer by her hands. Not quick and painless deaths. No, she would drug them with the same crap Lucid had used on her, and fuck with their heads then. Yes, fair is fair she thought. Suddenly, the world shook around her, and a voice seemed to break through, one that seemed new, and yet strangely familar, almost like her own voice. "Nicahh… Nicahh, wake up..." The voice said. "Wake up... you are dreaming..." Nicahh's eyes fluttered open, her instantly blinded by the bright white light that filled her and Aelhaearn's room at the Sisterhood. The curtains had been drawn, the morning light invading the room forcing all darkness from it. "Nicahh... Miss Nicahh... are you alright? It's me, Jaycen. Wake up." With all the stregnth she could muster, Nicahh opened her eyes, the figure of a girl standing over her. Slowly as they adjusted to the light, her gaze focused on the young woman before her. Standing no more than Nicahh's height herself, a young, pasty skinned half-elf with flaming red hair leaned over the bed. "Oh fuck no..." Was the last thing she remembered saying before slipping into a shock induced coma._