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Journals of Beth Hunter
Posted: 23 Oct 2005 11:41 AM |
Journals of Beth Hunter.
If your read this, maybe Im dead. Cause theres no way in hell I would have let you read it. If you stole it, you wont live past the next sentence. Turn around for the last moments of your life.
Well, my name is Beth Hunter. Its not short for anything, not one of those long elven names people seem to imagine it to be. Its just Beth. Hunter, cause thats what my grandfather was. I am but half human. My mother in her infinite wisdom, beded with an elf. It was a brief fling and she never heard from him again. I got so angry at my mother always waiting for him... always looking at me, and seeing traces of him in me.
Leaving her was the best thing I ever did. I found people that respected me for my skills as a look out for a group of mercinaries. I kept my eyes and ears open, and my head down.
I hate my ears so much, its hard to think I also depend on them in my line of work. I look so stupid. Trying to look human when youve a fair amount of elf blood is hard. Its not just the ears, the eyes too.. its like they are just slightly too slanted in the corners. yeah I see it in me. every time i look in the mirror. its like a disfigurment to me. Stuck in some middle state.
Elves I suppose you must wonder what i think of em. Elves? what elves? you mean the ones that whisper of secret of forgotten lores? You think they'd let me in on any of that? Ha! most I think just pityed me. The others just mocked me. Life can be cruel. It taught me to be cruel when i had to be.
So, fame ... fortune... all these things I seek.
I will be the better of them all.... |
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Re: Journals of Beth Hunter
Posted: 24 Oct 2005 07:04 AM |
A most interesting day. I watched the experts attepty to rescue a child. Ha! experts...
I lost count the number of times they died. Even with my own skill I could see the traps. They wernt giving Tomi any room to do what a scout does best. Why did I go to this thing? I syppose curiosity, Good to know how people handle things.
After I was abandoned in that tower I got to see some justice. watching ygg's die over and over was rather satisfying. Especially after he mocked what he did to me.
Met an elf, rath was his name. Not a total loss, and not as loony as his kin. I do look forward to seeing him.
Then there was that woman, sparrow something... shes dangerous. Dunno why I feel it. Best to be rather warry of her for now. She holds a great deal of power perhaps.
As for the girl, or god child... Well, if I wasnt compensated, I'd have told everyone about her. That ingrate of a child deserves nothing less. I can think of many that would want her... However as I was compensated the sum of 1000 gold coins, her location will be sold for 10 000, and a name for 50 000. That will teach her for teleporting me like some dust in the wind. |
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Re: Journals of Beth Hunter
Posted: 25 Oct 2005 01:06 PM |
I feel nausious and ill.
The elf blood in me, I can feel it. The touch of a true elf on my shoulder on the road, shadowy figures they were, but that touch... something in me awoke. Its like its burning me inside and I dont know what it wants. I ignore it, but the feeling of the hand on my shoulder does not cease. Its as if a part of me is stuck with the elves and I can not pull out. I hear singing in the grass, and the trees stare at me. I do not look back.
I never tell anyone of my fear of heights. Glancing up at those trees now though, it seems even more fearful. Trees are but trees I tell myself. Gigantic plants. Natures houses. A good place to hide behined if you need to. Though I may break my neck if I fall, I am good on my feet and surly it cant happen... but no person is perfect.
The feelings now pass, and im feeling a little better. just a tingling in my ears, and a slight headache. gonna need to get some herbs for that I think.
I have heard however, that this god or demon child, information on her might not be quite as worth much as I hoped. People already talk of her, and her location is well known. people interested in her might already know. Its disapointing, but at least her life will be as cursed as anyones can. Even if it takes a little longer.
Mika has reached the end of her road. Far be it for me to judge her need to give her final gifts before going where all of us go when they reach that point. The poor girl honestly believed she was worthy of somone elses expectations. Its funny how these things bite you back... Nevertheless, I am sorry for her. To have perfected her skills as well she could without having truely grown... |
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Re: Journals of Beth Hunter
Posted: 25 Oct 2005 10:11 PM |
| ((ooc: Some helpful encouragement. Keep writting, i've enjoyed reading thus far ^_^)) |
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Re: Journals of Beth Hunter
Posted: 25 Oct 2005 11:17 PM |
| ((yeah, we dont normally like to spam the IC threads - please keep it up)) |
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: Journals of Beth Hunter
Posted: 26 Oct 2005 07:23 AM |
//dang you guys I resisted spamming and saying how nice it was and you did anyway. blarg!
*Furin flips through the journal while Beth is asleep*
"Thats a good job lass. Keep it up, get it out on paper. We'll solve it somehow." He whispers. |
Humbly Submitted,
Sinjin Kane |
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Re: Journals of Beth Hunter
Posted: 26 Oct 2005 09:35 AM |
Hunter, or hunted. Is that the elven way of life? Two extreme examples of all there is towards life when its at the final, absolute end. I am reminded of my Grandfather, how happy he was to have caught a fox before retiring.
Retirement... and with him, our steady stream of coin he sent us dwindled. Age catched up to him faster then it should have in my opinion. Soon as he became lame, he became the hunted. Gone were those he did a favor for, passing the occasional coin in times of need. The man learned quickly who his true friends were. For all his good deeds, what did it get him?
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I saw the face of death today. A grim spectre, with a sythe. I shrank in fear of it. My hands and body were caught between wanting to run, or wanting to fight. The more rational part telling me I wont stand a chance, for this creature was unlike anything I had ever seen. A spectre of something existing, far beyond death. Far beyond the unlife of vampires. This was a creature sustained by forces that should never exist. Its grating voice hollow as the grave it spawned from.
I feel so ashamed that I was so afraid. It caught me by surprise I tell myself. Truth is though, I dare anyone to look at it and not be afraid. It was as if my own life was drained in its presence. She mocked me, when I should have mocked it. But the words would not come out.
That piece of me that is elven was equelly revolted if not more. In my blind fear, I ran to the temple, to gather holy waters and blessings of the gods. I needed to be warded against this spectre, should we meet again. I ran into Sparrow...
sparrow... heh. I said in my last journals how dangerous she was. THe elf in me... yeah, that piece I deny, it grows under her words and gaze. I try to fight it. I Should be so angry at her, she mocked me when I talked of my weakness. The elf in me however stops me from being angry at her.
So i'll just be angry at myself.
Why cant I be angry at her? Shes clearly human blooded for an elf... and yet she is elf. Hasn't she betrayed her humanity? So what am I? Did I betray my elven nature? gods, no matter what I do im always screwed.
Anyways, I'm ready for that creature now. I pray it doesnt want to fight but should it, im ready this time. |
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Re: Journals of Beth Hunter
Posted: 26 Oct 2005 05:41 PM |
Some heroes.
As expected the undead came, in the form of a gigantic ball of eyes.
It had about 7 eyes, floating above the ground using its demonic energies. Bold as brass it was, in the market place. I hate it when people are stupid. Its a demon, you kill it. whats the difficulty? They call me mad for attacking a creature of hell. they acted as if it was their pet.
They restrained me with magic. You know I hate magic?
A pity they didn't ask it to move away. A pity it did not choose to leave. Obviously im the bad one.
Gits.
I know, I'm not a holy or even virtuous sort. its not my place to fight undead or demons but the fight came to me. I wasn't about to shrink away from it.
Anyways, I've had it. I got no place to go, but I cant stay here. People here have just no commonsense. They weild impressive powers ill admit, but no brains behiend it. |
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Re: Journals of Beth Hunter
Posted: 26 Oct 2005 08:09 PM |
I write looking into the fountains of Midor. The city is filled with splendor, far more then that of crappy Port Royalle. No demon creatures here I tell you. These guards, they mean proper buisness. I have been warned they don't like elves, meh.. exaggerations.
I've not had anyone look at me any way more then they usually do. Or maybe Ive gotten a lot better at hiding my heritage. Ah, bliss.
The guards here mean business, and seem competent of their work. Never have i seen men of such faith and devotion. Ironic that I would feel comfortable with them. I never had much use for law, but they work for my needs here.
In that I am grateful.
I feel safe here. |
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Re: Journals of Beth Hunter
Posted: 27 Oct 2005 03:54 PM |
I write not sure i want to now. Today too many memories have come, of that child I once was. Growing as the only elf blood was not fun. I wish I could be in some way say, I was a special child. I didn't have a spark of magic in me, no way to fight my bullies.
I was short for my age. You can imagine being ten, but looking seven? Its the elf blood i am told, it slows your growth, even makes you slow in the head. Let me tell you this, there is nothing worse then being slow.
Despite the rural nature of my upbringing, we did have school. I wont bore you with how i was laughed at when I first came. You can likely imagine how that went by now. It was around that time I decided to wear my hair as long as possible. I tended to keep it short, seeing as how many kids had lice. my mother insisted, we had enough problems without adding lice to it. Well, I wasn't going to take that any more now that i was ten, and so i wore it long. I hid my ears.
Some of you might say this behavior made me a target. After all, people suddenly knew I was vulnerable cause Ive shown weakness. You people don't know crap. How could I be proud of a heritage I don't even know the first thing about? There was nothing for me to be proud of. Not a single dang thing. I became depressed and obsessed at my appearance. My ears even had their own growth spurt, always staying slightly higher then the locks of hair I put over them. I felt the injustice of being even more of a freak and not even being tall. I prayed nobody to notice.
I touched the tip of my ears wondering what the big deal is anyway. its flesh, a bit alien then the norm but flesh nonetheless. It let me hear a little better maybe, but thats nothing special. It would be another week till I realised what the big deal was.
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they Jumped me.
Gods how could i be so stupid? The kids just jumped me. My struggles were in vain, and they tied me like an animal. They blindfolded me, and carried me to some small woodland. I was scared to hell. They tied me to a tree, and met up with some others. I could hear them taunt at me, elf child. freak. Rat face. One of them dared me to call the nature against em as an elf would. All I could do was look. Thats when I decided to try bluffing. I told em, yeah. The forest is a part of me, and now you are all dead. I said it with such a shrill my ears even twitched.
The didn't buy it.
In fact they laught.
One pointed to my ears, noticing their twitching with sound. Animal they called me. Dog ears. One of them decided to touch them, mocking. The feeling was alien. I didn't like it. I never had such feelings from the touch, but then nobody touched the elf part of me before.
Thats when I saw the knife. They were going to cut my ears off!
I remember struggling. Even though I hated my ears, I couldnt let them cut them. The knife was touching my flesh, and somehow I broke free. Mustering all the strength I had I pushed at one of em, and ran aimlessly. I looked back wondering why they were not following, and then I realised. It was dark to them. They couldnt see me! I was rather excited as this was the first benefit of elven blood i have ever seen.
It was short lived, as I suddenly felt the ground give way, and fell.
It took a while, but I got home, made some excuse...
Well... guess ill talk about the rest later. its just too much for me to put it all at once. This elf today though, has given me a choice to either cut my ears off, or follow her. But slowly I wonder.. if I did cut my ears, wouldn't I look human? Then I look at my eyes and wonder, would anyone notice the slight angulation? I stare at my hands, the way i hold my pen and write. Is it different to humans? Does having elf blood make me intrinsiquely different to humans? If I did have a potion that gave me an illusion of human appearence, would my elven nature in some way still be apparant?
Guess the only way to find out is to follow her. |
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Re: Journals of Beth Hunter
Posted: 27 Oct 2005 09:26 PM |
Well I feel real silly.
I ventured into the elven place- yeah, well, I decided it was better then the alternative.
I met two elves. Talk about being underwhelmed. I was expecting elves to be this strange weird group of people that nobody knows a thing about.
It turns out, there isn't that much difference between humans and elves. Its just lifespan. (and ears, but lets forget about that one.)
In the end the fundemental difference between elves and humans is their lifespan. Theres nothing else particularaly different about them.
Elves are just long-lived humans!
I rest slighlty easier with this knowledge. Though I wonder about what my own life expectancy is. I hear ill have a couple of years more then humans. Who knows? Maybe ill reach seventy? Or dare I say... a hundred?
I still live in Midor, the elves warned me of the nature here. But I don't sense any hostility against elves. sure they are a bit of an orderly sort, but nobody's said a word about me being half elf. Maybe its one thing the elvse have got wrong. I still maintain a look out to make sure. its not as if i can disguse my ears. yeah, i accept I cant, even if I wanted to. which.. im even starting to wonder that now. |
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Re: Journals of Beth Hunter
Posted: 28 Oct 2005 08:07 PM |
Instincts.
Thats what it comes down to.
Remember what I said about sparrow? Macha's her name. I knew she was dangerous, my instincts practically screamed it. The way people were about her... I swear in the name of the gods this is no over-reaction. I swear. She is the daughter of Tarik, god of the hunt.
Blooooooooooody HELL!
A demi God. I didn't even think it were possible. So much for possible friendships of another half-elf. I dont want anything to do with that creature. Her Father watches through her eyes most likely.
She might have other people wrapped about her finger, but not mine. Its true I can not fight a demi-god. But in absolute power there is weakness. For one thing, its unlikely she cares all that much about lesser mortals. We are nothing to her and her might.
Singer... a few friends. pft. What an illusion.
Im sending a copy of this fact to the Midorian temple. Its in a box with instructions to open it should they not hear from me every week. I trust their word. Since im dealing with a powerful force here, im relying on some simple tricks. For one thing, it must be me in person. Midor will see that it is me, he does see "everything" sheesh...
Second, I have given them agreed upon pass phrases. Its an old system, but it has been tried and tested. Only the godly can get past it. Just hope it doesnt apply to demi-gods... but hopefuly Midor will neatly take care of his clerics. |
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Re: Journals of Beth Hunter
Posted: 29 Oct 2005 08:20 AM |
Had a fight with Jinx.
The idiot called me a an elf witch. I dont know why, something in me snapped. Even though I know having elf blood doesnt make me bad, even though im trying to learn and accept that part of me.. the way he said it, like it was something bad, just brought all those difficult memories to me.
I punched him in the eye for good measure. He of course used his spell to paralise me, and ran... good thing he ran, id have given him more then a black eye thats for sure.
I hate them all. |
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Re: Journals of Beth Hunter
Posted: 29 Oct 2005 07:56 PM |
I have no friends.
Its something ive always accepted. I just can't make friends. I'm no good at it. Never was. Nobody when I was a child would even talk to me. I didn't have the same life all these people take for granted. Sometimes I wonder if I have to pay people in the end to talk to me. In the end though, I can never pay them enough.
I feel so lonely I cry sometimes. Maybe this is why I am obsessed with coin. In the end, its all I have. The shine of wealth cheers me up a bit. I forget about my past and unhappyness, if only for an instant. Having so much money that you can do anything with it... Even show up the others.
But the truth is, these are a wealthy people. They have been adventuring far longer, and have more coin then even I can spend in an elf lifetime. Unless their gold mysteriously disapears ill be nothing no matter how much coin I have.
Im nothing to anyone. This hurts more then anyone can ever know. Sometimes I wish The hunters did kill me, put me out of my mysery. but im not even something to them. A pathetic creature.. thats all.
I sometimes seek the thrill of a fight.. often i bite off more then I can chew. I can't help it. Besides coin, my feelings and emotions are all I have. |
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Re: Journals of Beth Hunter
Posted: 30 Oct 2005 09:04 AM |
research on Demi gods have not gone well. I suppose because nobody has every disected one.
God blood is even more unheard of then elf blood. I'm not even going to mention some of the stupid things in these books have on elves. One claims an elf is immortal until they choose to die. heh... funny stuff.
There is one weakness I have found, however. According to one legend, a demi god can be wounded by a blade that has been soaked with the blood of another god creature. Even if this is true though, it seems unlikely i can use this information. Finding another god creature and getting its blood would be exceptionally difficult. The lost forgotten treasures of those Carfax ruins would be easier then that. Second, even if I were to aquire such a blade, I would have to use it against the demi-goddess herself.
My chances of success would be practically nothing.
Another problem... shes being, friendly.
I tell myself its an act. Shes a demi-goddess of Tarik's ilk. Her Father's will, dominates around her. Arming myself for her eventual attack is tiring when there doesn't seem much I can do. I play it safe for now. The best thing to do is probably nothing. I have no wish to incur her wrath, for my desire to protect myself. But I refuse to be weak in the face of such power.
I am always prepared for eventualities.
The touch of that elf is bothering me again. Like a dull ache along my shoulder and neck, an itch spreading across my face, eyes, nose... either that or maybe im alergic to something. It seems unlikely, ive a very healthy constitution. Probably nothing. Yet why can't I forget the feeling of her touch on my ears? Just as she did with my shoulder, I feel pulled even deeper and still lost. Its so confusing. Elves are not that different from humans anyway. just some cultural differences brought about by long lifespan. thats it.
I continue to live in Midor. People here dont seem to care one way or the other about me, though the merchants have treated me favourably on occasion.
I find myself annoyed though, by the halfling race. I tell myself its just one or two. Their not all like that. I think halflings are more uncomfortable with their size then they will admit. why else do they insist on being called rightsized? Also when they achieve a skill much higher then yours, they are quick to be very, very smug. They know they can't look down on you, so they do so with their words and speach. Halflings... For a cute race, they can be terribly mean spirited. Probably cause they know they can get away with it. Like children. |
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Re: Journals of Beth Hunter
Posted: 31 Oct 2005 01:24 PM |
I'm getting very very tired of these do-gooders. Saying how they pity me as I work for my coin. Are they really so stupid? Coin is what makes the world go round. And enough of it, can indeed help you find happiness. Perhaps its not just the coin, but I view it as my own personal power. Throw enough money at people, they will respect you.
They will see how hard you have worked. Coin has the subtle power that takes away the need for us to fight and kill each other for resources. I don't know why I bother sometimes.
I'm not a bad sort. I mean, I could have done some very bad things for my coin. I work with a clear conscience. I know my words and feelings are insignificant to the complete weight of the world. Writing them down though eases me a bit. Guess cause there's nobody I can talk to about it.
They are simply, hypocrites. They have all made their fortunes, but when someone new comes and is eager to make coin they think me dirty. Perhaps I remind them of when they too were greedy. It is a greed for power in these people after all. People are nice only when its convenient. friendships are just allies to be discarded when things are difficult.
That's the bitter truth of the world. |
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Re: Journals of Beth Hunter
Posted: 31 Oct 2005 08:10 PM |
still havnt found the right job for me.
havnt found anything that lights my passions more then the lust for coin and wealth. Fame.. glory. I want it. I want what they have and toss at me all the time. They threaten to push me down but still im here. I want it all.
I hate their smug attitudes. The way that nothing I say matters. I guess thats why I insult them. It seems the only thing they recognise. a bit of hurt pride I can use, to make them acknowledge me.
Im reminded of what was said about my weakness... cant help wonder shes right. I do care too much what other people think of me. positively or negatively.
While I am resigned to being alone, I crave companionship and understanding. I should do away with that weakness as soon as possible. |
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Re: Journals of Beth Hunter
Posted: 02 Nov 2005 01:13 PM |
Not doing too well.
I managed to kill some spiders, got their silk. I heard i might be able to make bow string out of it, but that needs a tailor tool. Nobody seems to sell it. Tried seeing if I could make it, but that needs a tinkering tool. And I don't even know how to make it anyway. So all in all, I'm forgetting about it and dumped the silk.
My quest for this tool dropped me to the attention of this girl whose probably gone to some seedy things. I went stealthily to have a look around. I found some money in an empty kitchen...
Anyway long story short, I didn't find the girl. the locks are too complicated to pick with a wire, and I've no idea where to get specialised tools.
These people only respect power. So that's what Ive strived to do. I single handedly scavenged the mansion, the silver blades work very well against them. Ill be sure to repeat. Money on healing kits were also saved, thanks to shads donation. I actually turned a profit this time.
Some people make fun of the fact I wont do excessive work for meager coin. Gits. I'm poor not stupid. It costs money to live, and my own upkeep in the form of healing kits in particular as well as my usual donation to the sisters of what ever religion happens to pick me up.
I suppose I hope that eventually I'll be strong enough to be a force worth listening to someday. But since I've no magical inclinations besides wands and stuff, I don't hold any illusions. I can never be respected here. Guess that means I just watch them and follow, and hope I learn the secrets of their power.
I don't care anymore about them.
Jinx and I have made up. He seems willing to adventure with me. hopefully we can find others that respect us for what we can offer. |
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Re: Journals of Beth Hunter
Posted: 02 Nov 2005 03:16 PM |
another bad day. Got mortally wounded, another payment to the sisters for saving my life, another step back from attaining power. I felt i was making good progress to. I had a companion this time and everything. The trap was too well hidden and extremely powerful. Sisters tell me they had to replace a great deal of muscle and even bone from a great deal of my legs. There was simply nothing left of them.
Well, all in a days work for a stupid weak half-elf. |
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Re: Journals of Beth Hunter
Posted: 02 Nov 2005 10:36 PM |
Its an act! Im sure it is.
Shes not nice. She is not. Sparrow is a demi-goddess up to something. dang it why does she have to be so nice! Just play the game beth just play it. thats all I can tell myself. I know shes up to something... and yet I can not help but feel truth to her words every time she speaks. Or am I blinded by her spells?
She tells me I struggle.
I deny it. Yeah.. I do. Being of two bloods, elves and humans... Im a weak elf.. im a weak human.. because of the mix. I am slow for a human, and ungraceful to the elves. I feel sick to my stomach thinking it. I hate myself. I really hate myself.
The elves wont accept me. Its true I act human... I look myself in the mirror, at my big ears. If they were on an elf face, maybe id look better. I look at my face... ignoring the eyes. Gods why cant I ignore my eyes anymore? they seem to be shifted just enough to make me look strange. I try pushing them with my hands, to see if I can make them look more normal. I try tucking the long ears inside themselves, to see if that helps. I cant quite do it though.
I accept that I am of two bloods. Nothing I do can change it. I can cut my ears off but it wont change it. I can put an illusion but nothing will change what I am. Why should I though? urgh...
its all because of Sparrow. That there is more to them then being long lived humans. Of course they would say that... they dont want me to know their world. Im a tainted human to them. half human, but nothing of elf. I have the blood for goodness sake.
Just what am I... im not human.. im not an elf... I thought this was all behined me. I dont want to think about it. But I know I must.
Midor still seems fine to me. I killed a few muggers dispensing my own justice and nobody's complained. I manged to successfuly break in to a few places, looking for a certain somone... I didnt take their coin, but sometimes i wonder if I should have. But I know it would only hurt the woman working there. I hate those places.
Im guessing my elven heritage doesnt show that much. like they say, its just a small bit of elf blood. i dont act elven. And if its just how you act, then maybe im 99% human. whats 1%?
THat part of me just weakens me anyway. Elves have no understanding of the nature of the world. I should be glad I am only half of their blood. |
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Re: Journals of Beth Hunter
Posted: 16 Nov 2005 07:09 PM |
Alright, so I was deluded.. stupid stupid stupid me. To think I really believed Wrath could help me. Hes always after the ones with the pritty face. hope him and his whore enjoy the others company. way she looked at me, that familiar look.. and wrath didnt even do anything. Hes a missreble git if you ask me like the others.
Lonlyness can make you do some very strange things. I aint sure what to do much these days. I have been thinking if I need a stronger defence against magics and have been looking into ways of fighting it. beyond learning magics myself, I dont think I can do it.
there was a rather.. interesting knight. At least I think hes a knight. Ive seen him distantly in Midor once. I actually bumped into him today in port Royalle. He'd never notice me. Not one bit. Hes more interested in everyone else anyway. I tried sneaking a few glances, but I froze up and just couldnt really approch him. I just wanted to talk to him but I didnt want anyone else to think me a weakling. What can I possibly say anyway that wouldn't just get shot with an arrow?
Anyway I turn and he was gone. I doubt i'll see him again, but I guess thats how it goes for me.
The idea of making coin with the root rot was a bad idea. Turns out there is indeed something magical afoot. With as much graze as I could muster, I backed out. The party was a shambles anyway, no organisation whatsoever. Wasnt for lack of trying either. Anyway the magic made me sick, a very deep sickness. Retreat was the only option. Its with a heavy heart I just gave up. I wish I could have done something, but all I have is my hands and fingers. The idea of tangling with magics made the reward far less worth the trouble.
Besides, greedy mages would demand their share. |
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Re: Journals of Beth Hunter
Posted: 17 Nov 2005 07:11 PM |
People can be harsh. And I am a person. They still wont sell me a tailors kit. Tomi boldly said hey! I can get it for you. and the shopkeeper smiles and hands it over. What the hell? and theres Tomi probably wondering why im upset when I can get what I want through him. I was even more mad, that he was telling people im a nasty sort. Well, she can rot in hell with the rest of them. I dont get why people hate me just because of my desire for wealth.
I need to get rich. So rich that people who claim to be rich are paupers compared to me. I want wealth that would actually mean something. So I could actually be somone worth talking to. Im tired of always being treated like a nobody. Of them all ignoring me.
In the mean time, I met somone nice. Promis was her name. Shes friendly enough I think. I didnt want to give the wrong impression to her and have yet another hate me.
Living in Midor has been rather relaxing. If I become rich.. I might even give some of the gold to the church. It might buy me a few favors in the future. |
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Re: Journals of Beth Hunter
Posted: 01 Dec 2005 06:31 AM |
My heads really groggy, I cant believe how badly that treasure hunting went. I went to the ruins of Buckshire, though I know would be looters have already cleaned the place I felt I knew a few nooks and crannies, and at least there should be minimal monster interference.
No such luck.
I was ambushed by a snaked writhing banshee. To my horror snakes came out of her hair, falling into the floor slithering to my ankles. I took up a distance from the monster, fighting her snake pets. Their poison found their way into me and I felt myself weaken. I knew then I was going to need to retreat. The chances of me making it out were very slim.
But then something happened. I swear I saw a ghost. Something or someone just behind me... was it urging me on or was it the poison? A guardian angel? ha! well... I don't know who or what it was... but I may owe her my life. I will go back to the ruins and seek out this spectre.
The poison seems to have jostled my memories a bit. Oh don't worry I'm fine now. writing this journal ensures I have at least a few memories to work on. Still can't believe how I just forgot everything. It makes no sense. I'm grateful it was only until I rested a bit. |
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