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Writings of an Exiled
Posted: 13 Jan 2005 10:15 PM |
13th day of the first month, 1001th year after the Salvation.
I dream more and more about the day I will finally enter the walls of my beloved city as who I am, and not as a criminal or worse, a heretic. Yet, each day looks longer than the last one, without any news of the Knights of the Order. Was it such a bad thing to go at the Academy to seek answers? No...I did not searched for answers, I wanted to act as if nothing happened, be it for only an hour. I guess it didn’t work at all.
I miss my Knight. Even if I try hard to not think about him, he appears in my dreams. I do not know if it is what people call “Love”, but there is one thing sure: I have to meet him, and soon, both for my sake and for the sake of Midor.
To get answers, you have to search for it. My friends and I went to see a Herald of Aristi... I cannot even think how he stayed alive for so long, probably a blessing from Midoran, I guess... So we went to see Sir Tonan, Gatekeeper of Nethar’u. I brought him some food, in case he would be hungry (even if Luther and Byron told me that he may not need it, I have never met a man who doesn’t want to eat!). The man...looked stranged at first. But when I showed him some grapes, he started to be more and more sane...Do not ask me why, because even now I do not understand...Luther and Byron told me that he never been like this before...I guess I was just lucky. Later, I showed him the Heart...and...he finally confirmed what I already knew...It is genuine, a real relic of the Aristi, in my own hands...And if it is genuine ... what about ... his prophecy? I do not dare to think about it right now. Byron helped me a lot by transalting what Sir Tonan was saying, though I doubt that he told me everything. I will have to speak to him about it.
Byron...
The one I feared so much finally came up to me. Finally it wasn’t that bad, I must admit! I thought I would act much worse in front of him, but I think everything went pretty well... He looks so much like “him” on some point that it is frightening. Especially when he tries to avoid a question...I could scream at him when he does that face, just like the other one!!! He is caring and gentle, two things I have barely seen in many months. I hope we will be closer in the weeks to go, not for who he was, but for who he is. I must not look at him like the last chance to speak to my brother, for I would be too selfish. In time, I guess. I can understand what is happening to him, and even more the feel of not being wanted for who you are, yes...more than ever...
I must admit that I miss her a lot. I lack her will of battle, sometimes I think that is something people would like to see in me...
Note: I have to find a better weapon than a frying pan, Luther told me. I don’t know why, it is pretty handy and it can hurt.
Another note: Angelius wants to teach me the art of embroidery...I have to find something to do or I will become mad! |
Frodo : What are we holding on to, Sam?
Sam : That there’s some good in this world, Mr. Frodo. And it’s worth fighting for.
-The Two Towers |
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Re: Writings of an Exiled
Posted: 13 Jan 2005 10:22 PM |
| ((*lol* If there is not a frying pan as a simple weapon in the toolset, there is going to be!)) |
Purpose in life: finding better ways of allowing players to kill themselves. Repeatedly.
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"...Cause he mixes it with love
And makes the world taste good."
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<@James42> Lawful good isn't in your vocabulary, it's on your menu.
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Re: Writings of an Exiled
Posted: 14 Jan 2005 03:08 PM |
| ((Very nicely done, Nessa. Now, how long do we have to wait until we get to read more?)) |
My name is Byron Lorian....I am the Last Son |
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Writings of an Exiled
Posted: 15 Jan 2005 08:30 PM |
14th day of the first month, 1001th year after the Salvation.
It happened.
I finally met a paladin of the Order. Her name is Vivica Asthon, and we almost miss each other, be it only five more minutes and . . . I cannot think about it. I don’t have to, anyway!
In those darkest time, I finally found happiness in a place I didn’t think first: Port Royale. Vivica sent word to Phillippe so we could see each other at the Broken Mask inn. I was so surprised to see that he was already there when we finally opened the door! Margaret is such a gentle woman, I have to thank her again for all that support. I took some time to dress up in a better way to meet Phillippe...I didn’t know why at first, after all it was not a ball, but . . . I wanted to look at my best so Phillippe would forget about...my face. Nessa helped me a lot with this: she made me this wonderful balm with sapphire dust in it so it shimmers in the light... I dressed myself and put my veil over my head. I am still ashamed of what I look. Those veins shows not only the horrible things Vidus Khain did to me, but they are a memory I do not want to recall each time I look myself in a mirror. Anyway, Phillippe asked me to show him those vile veins . . . And thanks Midoran, he said nothing about it... Well, nothing except the fact that he wants Vidus to pay, and he looked pretty angry too! But why his words are so important to me? Why my world would shatter if he had pushed me aside? Maybe I should speak to someone about it, just to be sure that it is really what I am thinking about...
-Underlined with some stars around- On the other hand, he kissed me!
Oh that wonderful feeling of innocent joy and happiness! The world could have fallen apart, and I do not think we would have realized it! I still feel this overwhelming urge to laugh and to scream how I am well even now!
And it was a brilliant night for Vivica, she finally became a paladin! It was really cute and I wish her luck, for she will need it!
But, like I wrote earlier, it is still the darkest time. We spoke about the Order, and what we should do... I don’t know what Phillippe is thinking about all this, but I think I will know soon.
Wish us luck, for we all need it in these times.
Note: - Write to Byron.
Another note: -Have to ask Luther about all this, especially the fact that he always looks like he is around me. . . |
Frodo : What are we holding on to, Sam?
Sam : That there’s some good in this world, Mr. Frodo. And it’s worth fighting for.
-The Two Towers |
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Re: Writings of an Exiled
Posted: 21 Jan 2005 01:53 PM |
16th day of the first month, 1001th year after the Salvation.
I didn’t sleep.
I know I should because I cannot do a single thing about the executions, but I cannot sleep, even if the sun shines in the room. I stayed up all night, and even if the suns is high in the sky, I cannot find the will to sleep.
I am sorry. I am sorry to their families. I am sorry for what my people is doing.
It is not my people, it is only a man…that corrupted them. I am sorry. I will put a end to this. |
Frodo : What are we holding on to, Sam?
Sam : That there’s some good in this world, Mr. Frodo. And it’s worth fighting for.
-The Two Towers |
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Re: Writings of an Exiled
Posted: 24 Jan 2005 02:13 PM |
19th day of the first month, 1001th year after the Salvation.
So many things happened.
Well first, this crazy mad man “I know what is better for Midor” Scholar Romulus decided that he would solve all the problems of Midor in a single move: cursing the church. While it might looks like a solution to get rid of the Lord Bishop, how many people will be punished to get only one man? And the way to curse the church is so…crazy that I cannot even think about what will happen when the donations will be given to the people: gold coins. Let’s face it: it is stupid! But again, no one listened to me and I am almost sure that the cursed coins are already doing more damage than expected. Let’s pray Midoran that someone will put an end to this…
I am now officially a wanted criminal. Youhou. The Night Masks almost got me…Without Luther, I would have been on the stake in a blink of the eye… I do not like to say this, but I had to … defend myself. Well I had to…put an end to someone’s life. I beg Midoran for mercy and I am sorry for him. I don’t know who were their “boss” as they said, but I have a good idea…
Also, I helped Shalee with a curse. Don’t ask me what worked, but it worked! (I just hope it was not the armor, because frankly, it was not really cute!) I just hope everything will be over for this woman. She doesn’t deserve it.
No news from the paladin…I’m afraid something went wrong. |
Frodo : What are we holding on to, Sam?
Sam : That there’s some good in this world, Mr. Frodo. And it’s worth fighting for.
-The Two Towers |
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Writings of an Exiled
Posted: 30 Jan 2005 11:13 PM |
30th day of the first month, 1001th year after the Salvation.
They found me again.
It was horrible. Fortunately lots of people were around… But so many, many were there just…just to get me, it’s crazy! They almost killed some people around, and I fear that Mr. And Mrs. McGuillity now won’t be very happy when I’ll go at their inn…I will have to thank those who helped me, because without them, I wouldn’t be here.
Recently, I thought about some people that left us. Xaranthir, Mykal… I miss them, a lot. I just hope they are happy wherever they are.
But, even if all that happen, something wonderful came to me. I should say someone. Finally, I was able to tell Phillippe that I love him. And surprise, surprise, He told me he love me too!!! I am so happy! I finally found something I never thought possible for me: a soul mate. I know our duty to Midoran, to the Order and the People of Midor has to come first, but now I do not feel alone anymore. I mean … I have friends, but Phillippe … Phillippe is special. Just the way he says my name it’s … purely magic! Now if I could just stop giggling when I think about Phillippe! |
Frodo : What are we holding on to, Sam?
Sam : That there’s some good in this world, Mr. Frodo. And it’s worth fighting for.
-The Two Towers |
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Writings of an Exiled
Posted: 16 Mar 2005 12:55 AM |
**Many pages have been teared up, and leads to this one**
16th day of the third month, 1001th year after the Fall of Aristi.
Two days.
I never thought that my life would be the way it is right now. I never thought that I would hold a truth so important. I never thought that I would have to wait for my husband's death. I never thought that I would have to stand for what I believed in, in front of so many people.
And yet, I do.
My love is dying and yet I cannot go to him. And...what will I tell him when I'll see him again? How will I tell him? I hope ... I hope he will be alive. I do not want him to die...He cannot die.
Tagius is with me. He... he doesn't know everything, but at least, he is not afraid of the truth. Bless him.
I will make things right. I will. I don't have any choice. |
Frodo : What are we holding on to, Sam?
Sam : That there’s some good in this world, Mr. Frodo. And it’s worth fighting for.
-The Two Towers |
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Writings of an Exiled
Posted: 20 Apr 2005 12:22 AM |
20th day of the fourth month, 1001th year after the Fall of Aristi.
Maybe forever. I may have lost my husband forever. You are killing me, Phillippe...dear, sweet Phillippe, why can't I let you go?
Because I don't want it to be true.
I don't know how I stay sane but things around me don't matter as much as before. I try to keep focus on my duty, and I can...but I don't have the heart to it.
Why would I bow again in front of Him? Why I should let Him win again? Why fate isn't on our side for once?
Anyway, I don't matter anymore. My life doesn't matter anymore. Please...let all this nightmare stop. |
Frodo : What are we holding on to, Sam?
Sam : That there’s some good in this world, Mr. Frodo. And it’s worth fighting for.
-The Two Towers |
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