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Personal Journal of Kalannar Illistynn...
Posted: 08 Apr 2006 10:35 PM |
((Made of leather and with pages of soft leather and parchment. It is kept always on his person. Unattainable to anybody who is not given specific permission by Kalannar himself.))
((Also in his journal are jottings of legend-lore he has gathered in his travels, crafting recipes and item functions, persons of note and histories that may still be significant, animal behaviours and how to tame them, and magical items and specifics of their funtion.))
DRAGONSLAYERS... ((TITLE and date))
Good show! Today I was a bit angered at the "Displacer beast" (so they calls 'em) turning on me in the cave... good thing ender sends out search parties occasionally. Then me next Kat acted really strangely when I tried to do me normal calming excercise: it turned on me weakest friend nearby an dinna even look at me standing next to it! Darn near killed her. Worse yet was that the Kat went invisible an I dinna even see it happen until Lou ((Lucius)) and the others did it in. I felt terrible. Turned white as a ghost when I realized what had happened. I guess I best be more careful when I plays with the big cats. ...
Oh, but on the cheery side of things, we did put together a raiding party an took on an Ancient Blue! Adrian nearly died, but I wrapped him up in good time before we lost him... and then Lou finally put the stick to 'em! GOOD SHOW, LOU! That's an adult Red an a Ancient Blue... I won make any mention of our expedition to the whte in the vale, though. ((unrecognizable scribble, as he has tached out some sort of comment or curse about whites)) I hope Lou has learned his lesson to not rush in after Dragons... although he seems to think Cala, me best friend, is "fodder". He don know what it's like to have such a good friend in a pet.
Kalannar Illistynn. ((simple and crude looking signiture))
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Wildlands in Chaos; Theus' Mercy: Personal Journal of Kalannar Illistynn...
Posted: 09 Jun 2006 03:01 PM |
((written in a tattered leather journal on Scroll paper that has been skillfully sewn in making a beatiful specimine of a woodsman's log. If only his handwriting and spelling were to spoken of so highly... Hardly legible, few other than Kalannar himself or the most educated of Scribes, liturgy or mages could make any sense of it...))
After all tha's been happ'nin I thought I needed me some time int he forest ta clear me mind.
Me strange dream lef me worried an me scar disterbs me mor. Rosen said she'd get back ta me. I hopes I hears from 'er soon.
So I did wha always clears me mind. I cratfted a bit, but when tha wasn' helpin' I decid'd ta go an explore a bit. When i followed Aros, tha used ta bring me lots o joy. So i explored Mirghul some more. I found tha ol abandoned mine-house in the Dividers again. The dorrs was locked, but the lights was on. Nobody answered when I knocked... so I wandered on. Then I found two huge Ogres like I ain Ne'er seen bafor! They was HUGE wid big heads and gnarly teethe tha stuck out their mouths... they killed me pet brown pretty quick so i took ta runnin, but not after I seen him cast a spell wid a fire shield all around him! He was smart too tha one!!! I ran all the way to the cliffside thinkin I was safe, but he took to chasin me. Cala stood 'im off an I wa able ta escape. Bless tha wolf. I went back an found her wounded bu' breathin later, so I nursed he back ta helth in the lodge below the cliff. I thinks I needs ta bring me some help if I goes back in ther' again.
*an attempt at a Sketch drawing of an ogre. The image is a clear portrayal and although not good enough to sell as a painting, it suits as a decent portrayal of what these ogres look like*
So then I decided ta go explore tha mountains, I hunted me a malar and tha almost cheered me up a bit. When I was able ta make me first Malar bag wid me other pelts, tha did cheer me up sum. So I decided ta go observe tha Ettins in Bloodwood. their popolashun seem'd ta be goin up an I dinna know why. *wrote something here and scribbled it out.*
I was doin okay, 'til I found a group o 3 o the crazy uns all together. I had the OwlBear Alpha helpin me out, so we got thru the first a'right, but then the second came an the third! One got 2 solid blows in an he was doin some serious pain on me. So I ran. The owlBear seemed to have 'em under control, but they finished 'im an one o em took ta chasin me. Blasted bugger! I tried to drink me potion, bu' 'e got ta me first an laid me flat. ((Fingers not fast enough on the keyboard!!!)) Wha was 3 o em doin all together anaways? Tha was 7 crazy-ettins i tooks on in one run-o-the woods. They's breedin fast these days. normally ye'd see maybe 4 at most. Somthin ain right.
So as i passed out, I heard Magic Missiles fly an blacked out. I r'member thinkin': Now they knows Magic toos? but tha wasn't it. Tha strange Frobozz fello' i met the other day was there wid some other guy who looked real important. I thinks I met him months ago when the centaurs was outta control in the Buchshire post. If tha was the guy, it was Lucifer, but i ain sure. So this Frobozz fella, who tha importunt guy was callin "X" musta brought me back somehow. Tha's what tha importunt one said. So in honor put on the loincloth he'd gave me tha other day. But then he says he ain Frobozz!!! I wa' so embearr'sed! 'e said ta me that there's this guy who looks like 'im an says he's Frobozz. A'right, I figured, but I was real embear'sed tha now I was in me loincloth in front o them both.
So I asks them wha's goin on 'bout the Etiin popolashun, when they asks me why I'm in such dangerus woods alone. They says it must be tha blood moon. Says it makes em mor fertil an irritables... aye, Methought ta meself, I heard ladies is likes tha too, but I ain ne'er had no gilrfriend so I don know. *another note written and scribbled out here* I told em it makes sense 'cause the other day we was in the desert an the moon painted all the sands red an a bunch o Zezirs showed up an attacked. But tha since there was a big Gruin party in M'gok Tukar, i figer'd tha the equinox musta passed, so it dinna make no sense ta me. They sedd it makes sense, an mentioned some human tha lived wid the Orcs an did a study on tha blood moon, but unforchnitly they ates him, so the studies wasn' all done. But then they looks a' me loincloth and said i outta get meself dressed bafor then Ettins comes back an leaves me fer naked!
Oh, an I's supposed ta do a favor fer Theus sumtime now. "X" said I'd know when the time comes. Huh, I dinna know he'd be interested in a fella likes me, but I guess if I has a couple o his rings, I otta help im out if he needs me. 'Speshully if he let his "X" man bring me back. I bet he's nice if hes tha smart. Now wha could he wan wid m-*Scribble-scribble: crossed out.*
((scribble scribble... or: *Kalannar Illistynn*))
PS: Tha blasted Kusin, I'm gonna kil 'em. when I came back ta town an was wakin ta the Inn, I saw him look over a me loincloth an snicker. Buggerin Dwarf, mus' think he's funny. As if it weren' embear'sin 'nuf when tha two gards saw me come out o the forest wid nothin but me loincloth an me rucksacks on.
((thanks to Dias and Lucifer for showing at the perfect moment. I don't know how you knew, but I was only 100 from leveling when I died! I was sooo frustrated, I could have put my head through the bathroom wall!!!)) |
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PURPLE!!!: Personal Journal of Kalannar Illistynn...
Posted: 09 Jun 2006 03:04 PM |
((written in a tattered leather journal on Scroll paper that has been skillfully sewn in making a beatiful specimine of a woodsman's log. If only his handwriting and spelling were to spoken of so highly... Hardly legible, few other than Kalannar himself or the most educated of Scribes, liturgy or mages could make any sense of it...))
I SEEN IT!!! I wen to tha bathroom ta wash me face in tha inn in Brandibuck... THEN I SEEN IT!!! Me tongue!!! It's purple!!! Bright Purple like the Turnip I found fer BaldRick!!! |
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The Army of Guinea Pigs
Posted: 09 Jun 2006 03:46 PM |
He fell right in front of him. Two ettins connected at the very same time, his head getting crushed while his chest collapsed under the brute strength of the ettins' swings.
Perfect, he thought at this rate I'll soon have enough. It had only been several days before when he had brought back to life a man named Noah West. His purple tongue would would bear evidence to that. Yet little did Noah and now this man know that the purple tongue would become much more if they failed to answer his summons. And it would be given. But first, he needed others. |
Luther McIath: I see, so [X is] the right person in the wrong place with the wrong people at the wrong time.
[Fictrix] ... And can speak French, like both! Wait, I mean Elven. |
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A Letter Given to Eowarar Gelin in the Palace of Ferien.
Posted: 16 Aug 2006 04:25 PM |
((Not an actual Journal entry, but to be treated with as little IC knowlege as though it were in a personal Journal on Eowarar's person. See the following note.))
((Written in Elven, with surprising skill... considering who wrote it. Seen only by Lord Eowarar Gelin and the Counsel of Ferien, or whoever else Eowarar may show the letter to.))
Ferien High Counsel:
I do seek refuge witihin your city, but wish to do so with permission. Should there be any complications I would want Ferien to be aware of any risks and be prepared for defense, if necessary.
I was inadventantly put under a curse when I fell in the desert while travelling with a companion whom I had thought was more trustworthy. In my unconscience a voice came and offered me healing, but that I may be required to perform a service. I, in my dream, stated that Undeath was an abomination and I'd rather be dead, than be undead, but was assured that that would not be the case. When I thought I awoke, a strange ghoul-like crature performed some sort of pact, it seemed, but I was still left in a sort of trance and had thought it a bad dream. I finally came to complete consciousness in Ender's tent with a group of adventurers surrounding me who said I had been in a strange trance in the desert and they were happy I was better.
Not long after, I showed symptoms of a curse or sickness. The symptoms included constant hacking and coughing, pallid sickly looking skin, breath that stunk of death, a scar on my abdomen which seemed to blacken with time, occasional gagging, constant weariness, bloodshot eyes, an inability to sleep or enter Reverie, moodiness to the point of aggression at times, hunger for flesh & stranger things (spiders, slugs, scorpions & other small unclean living things), and occasionally I would enter into a trance and do things I do not remember.
Gabriel (some sort of Necromancer, it seemed) appeared to me and gave me a Ring of what appeared to be a black pearl, which was rather a polished sphere of obsidian made to appear like a pearl. I later found it was a Necron Ring and that it somehow bound me further to Gabriel and his master Dethsades and formed some sort of link, also causing the physical symptoms I suffered.
Deths'des appeared to myself and another who suffered from a similar case and insisted that we must seek him the Glyph of Aman'Dur which had been taken by Vestlat from the Aman Titan race many milennia ago, and since had found its way into an abandoned Aristi temple in Maldovia. The Glyph was sought by a party of Paladins and it was found that the Glyph was already missing from it's besaid resting place.
I was encouraged to destroy the ring for my health and to stop the curse from consuming my flesh, turning me into an undead slave. ((I thank Elbereth that she made the Elves so hardy, for the curse only had limited effects on me, and I was able to resist for quite some time.)) So I tossed the ring into the fires of Naruth and the symptoms have desisted since. I owe grattitude to the desert woman "Djinn" for her great deal of assistance and investigation of desert Lore.
The other who destroyed her ring was sought after by Gabriel and a legion of undead, including a thing called a Dracolich, attacking the Seven Sisters where she had taken rest and refuge. The sisters were little prepared for such an attack and had it not been to their good fortune tha' ther wa' ((change in handwriting, a drop of what appears to be elven wine, then it improves again)) a band of strong adventurers present to fight off the hoard. The Aristi had also assisted in the defense of the sisters. Casualties were limited, but I fear that where I may choose to take refuge may be subject to a similar attack.
What's more, it is my understanding that Dethsades had wanted this Glyph to try to usurp Gokathul and become the new god of undeath. It is my understanding that he already holds foot in the desert and he seems aggressive in his activity, raising concern that he may be a more bothersome diety than even Gokathul himself, should he come to power. Ferien had won the war against Gokathul, and Elbereth has recently freed the tormented souls from the inner sanctum, (to my joy, I may add), so I had thought perhaps the Elves' strength in such matters may serve as a safehaven.
I would be happy to lend my blades and bow and any knowlege I may have or gain related to this matter to the defense of Ferien should my continued stay here be permitted. I also ask that the court take into consideration that I had once faithfully served Aros as a Ranger, before my bardic studies had brought me closer to the god of crafting and enlightenment. I still hold the elven people in the highest regard whatever the decision may be. I would also be happy to provide any crafting services tot he residents of Ferien, free of charge, as I am making my stay here. I am a skilled Jeweller, Tailor, Bowyer/Fletcher, Cook, Brewer/Vintner, Weaponcrafter, Enchanter, Alchemist/Herbalist, Tinkerer, and a Master of Lore. Not to mention that I can also perform music, if needs be. On a further note, I am particularly of demand as an Alchemist, Jeweler, Tailor, Fletcher, and Cook.
I would also inquire if anyone knows of how I may be completely free of this bond. I hear rumor that the other who had suffered this curse was released completely, but that it required some sort of tie with Jessup the Younger of Port Royale. I nothing against that fellow, but wish not to endenture myself to one who's obligations may be more bent toward "lesser-good" causes.
Thank you kindly for your consideration in this matter.
Kalannar Illistynn
Ranger of Latonei
Present Resident of Mirghul
Crafter & Bard
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WANTED FOR MURDER: Me Friends.
Posted: 22 Aug 2006 05:26 PM |
Mayhaps I'll shorten me stay here in Midor wid all the talks of murder. I fears they may try ta blame me innocnetly fer what happened. Maybe I ain so innocent. The Seargent o the vale was tryin ta protect me he was. An he dinna likely know bout me curse. I hopes it weren't fer me curse tha thing appeared. It was undead, but methought I heard the Sarge say "Winterspawn!" bafore he attacked it... or it attacked him. I dinna see, I was too busy runnin away.
I jus thought I'd go explore the northern parts past the vale but I dinna even get outta the town bafore this THING attacked me. It had on full armour but was made o bone... yet completely frozen and the cold seemed ta regen'rate tha bones. I ain seen a deader like it ne'er bafor. Definitely as mean as one o them Deep Ghoul thingies from tha abyss, but diff'rent.
Sarge fell an it chased me ta the next guard. only whenthey both was fallen tha it dinna see me at a distance, so I snuck inta tha inn an made me preparations. tha thing couldn be left runnin 'round tha vale! It'd slaughter every innocent who passed inta tha town! I thought I'd take it meself, but it's sword was so powerful, everytime 'e found a ching in me new armour, the wounds were grave. I ran to tha other guard I remembered by the gate headed tawards Midor. he stepped inta tha fray. Tagether we fought an hurt it bad, but it lay him low too an I fought fer a goodly while until I fin'ly slew it, gravely wounded meself. As it fell, a strange pale light left it's body. It were a right mean bugger it were. Ain ne'er seen nothing likes it.
I patched meself up and made me way back to tha only place I knew could help if there's gonna be an attack by Dethsdes lackies: I went ta Midor. They'd protect if needs be. An prolly heal the fallen too. So I carried tha 3 soldiers down to the city an bought a visa. Firs the Supremecist threatens me, then the city folks won talks ta me, and calls me "Elf" as if tha were a bad thing. At least the three got the healin they needed in tha infirm'ry.
But I needs ta know where tha THING came from... maybe I shouldna left Ferien ta hunt, but I was gettin so bored in tha city. Now I's put so many at risk. Maybe if I'da been in Latonei the attack wouldna happened... *ink smudges on the paper and the letters are smeared*
Well, the guards can surely fix tha prollems in the Vale, tha's what they does. But now I's concerned fer me friends in Ferien. Even if I shouldn stay methinks I'll go and try ta comfort the families' losses. When an elf dies, it's a great loss. I knows they goes to tha cycle an all, but tha don change tha they has relationships fer milennia, an families are small... *trails off with a streak of quilled-ink as if attention weren't being paid to where it was and it wandered along the page for a second*
I best make me way quickly.
((further down the page, hastily written and the penmanship is scrawled and sloppy))
NAY! It canna be so! Dana an Ophie?!?! I mus get to tha bottom o this. They's me friends, an I canna believe they'd attack the elves. It canna be so!
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