| |
|
|
|
|
|
|
Display using:
|
|
Holace's story. - Journal entries of Holace Nemworth.
Posted: 08 Mar 2006 01:27 PM |
Sands of time.
The Voice of an older man is heard in the ears and in the mind of the Hermit of Ischlak, a question asked and known to only to a few. "Who the hell is Holace anyway, and where did he come from?". Asks the older man in dark leather to the Hermit. The question brings the Hermit to smile slightly, the one asking is uneasy and shifts in his seat. The Hermit ponders a moment and then says in response: "Bring me something of this Holace, something personal in nature".
A few days later the man returns to the Hermits abode. Upon entering she outstretches her left arm with the palm of her hand upward before him. The man takes from his Trench Coat a vial of a dark red fluid.
"It wasnt easy to get this, but here" he says to her.
The Hermit turns in place without twitching a muscle. In the palm of her hand he places a vial containing a dark red substance. She takes the vial and pops the top from it and holds open vial just beneath her nose once and nods. She closes her eyes and slowly pours the contents of the vial into the churning cauldron before her. The man casually sits to her left. Holding one hand over the Cauldron, her eyes still closed, she goes still for a time... The man produces a large roll of parchement and quill to take notes with and watches her for a time in quiet aloofness. The witches head lowers, and the man asks her in his usual demeaning and unrefined tone "so tell me about this guy... Witch"
*the Hermits finger is suddenly over his lips, done with a motion so fast he did not even see it*
"Shhh" she says softly. "The gate is open, I will speak and you listen." She grins as the blood on her finger runs into the mans mouth, he is so in terror that he swallows the blood and sits quivering in his seat.
*the man begins to write as she speaks, in a shaken script*
"To see the man, we must first see the boy, what happened in its middle is the key to the riddle. The boy stands in the winds of Kobai looking at his future as it walks in the distance. Behind his back the past plays a fiddle, a brother, a mother, a father. I see the boy as his future comsumes his past before his eyes, and his spirit now lay broken in the sands of time. The body of a boy drawn from the sand, the future speaks into the vessel which is the living shell of the boy now a man."
"Yeah but who is he anyway?" speaking in a deliberately demeaning tone the man asks the Hermit this, once again placing her beneath him with his casual words.
The Hermit turns to the man and grins wickedly a moment in thought..
After a time the Hermit says to the man...
"The most useful vessel is one that can be changed by.." *the text is scratched illegibly here*
"Thats it?? ...you try my patience woman." The man barks at her with his rude tone. "What is -that- supposed to mean?".
The Hermit's wolf rises on all fours and growls at the man, his eyes turn and meet the wolves, fear returns to him in a shot, and his eyes fixate in terror on the wolf. With a voice of disgust the Hermit says "go now fool, to your future". The man turns his head and sees her not anyplace. She cackles a moment quietly, unseen. The man rolls up the parchment and hurries out of the Abode, as he leaves his chair a fine quill falls to the ground unnoticed to him.
The hermit reaches down and picks up the quill and stands erect holding it she writes in the air above the cauldron...
*cold snow is blowing down inside from the door still open from the hastey departure of the now terribly frightened and confused inquisitor*
The Hermit lowers the quill, and stands deep in thought staring at the cauldron for a time.
|
|
|
  |
|
|
Holace's story. - The sword and the shield.
Posted: 09 Mar 2006 10:08 PM |
*Holace's Prayer, as spoken just before battle quietly to himself*
*looks at his shield*
Honor thou art like mine shield, my word golden, knowing mine enemy be guided only by ambition without honor. Then Honor become mine weapon that I must use to win this battle. *clutches his shield* and live to fight the next enemy that come in turn. Honor be my life, and mine enemy death.. the past. Honor guide my ambition always.
*looks at his sword*
Ambition be my sword, ambition to live, my future will I alone make with a cut and thrust.
Seek thee to the opposite of the place mine enemy has thought best to protect, and a clarified blow there will I make.
*looks forward* Honor give me the time.....Ambition give me the life, I move with thee both or not at all....
*nods to himself* |
|
|
|
|
|
Holace's story. - Journal Entries of Holace Nemworth.
Posted: 10 Mar 2006 01:55 PM |
**the Journal appears to those that might happen to see it, as a large dark leather bound book**
My travels as late have taken me into parts of the world I had never known existed. I have met many people along the way and I must say a few of them I have deemed worthy to call "friend". I call everyone friend it seems, better to have a few more friends than a few new enemies. Though some are more so than others it would seem.
Among these new friends a few do seem to draw my interest more so than others at the moment. Lucius being one of these, I should say I rather enjoy his wit and intelligence when we travel. For a time he did seem to have gold in his eyes so to speak, but this is an understandable desire I suppose, even though I do not seek such with the same vigor as he was. Recently we ventured into the gladden mine together, and there fought a battle with two of the most powerful creatures I have ever come across. I could not believe my eyes as we advanced on the creatures with a common tact, and one of the most heated battles I have ever fought took place. We managed the impossible, and stood over their slashed, bleeding and burned corpses. I could not help but sigh, and then smile at such a victory of determination and intellect. We have fought several such battles together since our first meeting.
We did have one misadventure together as well, but I dare say it was not for lack of forethought. Macha, Lucius, myself, Telli and Ulalume entered the Forgorn at the request of the local militia captain in Buckshire to investigate a matter on behalf of the citizens. We did quite well for the longest time against these hostile giantkin inhabitants of the place.. but alas there was a moment when one of these giants fled from our sight. I was immediately concerned that it was a purposeful flight for some reason. There had been talk of a Witch going about and based on the tonation of what was being said, I was given the impression that this was some hag with a few incantations to throw our way at worst. I was told we encountered this Witch yet I do not recall actually the sight of her. I do seem to recall a flash of light as we entered a large cavernous area and the next thing I remember we were in Buckshire being berated by that senseless half-witted tart by the name of "Hick". I attempted to dissolve the heated argument that ensued between he and Lucius, but a man with a badge and a small intellect feels he is right in berating anyone he does not approve of I suppose. I listened for a time to what Hick said to Lucius, something about a "peace being made with the Witch" and continued to attack Lucius and the rest of us verbally, yet his insults were so petty they seem to entertain me more than anything else. I could not hold my tongue at a point and simply stated to Hick that "your captain sent us into this place on behalf of the citizenry and yet you now contradict his action". He had nothing worthy to say in response to this. He managed only to say "well then he should not have".
I was surprised Lucius did not just walk away from the idiot and throw him a wave as he did with the back of his hand but it was an emotion filled exchange I suppose.
|
|
|
|
|
|
Holace's story. - Journal Entries of Holace Nemworth.
Posted: 18 Mar 2006 01:46 PM |
*a few pages further into the chapter*
I happened onto a gathering taking place on the Buckshire Coast last night. Among those present were many I have travelled with a time or two. A woman I believe went by the name of "Lillian" was speaking to the crowd gathered, I listened.. Afterward a few of those in attendance departed, I had no plans so I stuck around and listened to what those gathered had to say. Sir Cedrych and Lucius went a ways from the rest of the crowd and argued for a time while Markus, Macha, and Zubeida and myself made idle chit chat. A suggestion was made that we go to an inn for a drink, to which I thought was very good idea at the time considering the arguement and all. Yet my friendly suggestions were dismissed immediately by those present. I must say I was treated rather rudely throughout the course of the evening in general, and to be quite honest twas rather amusing to say the least now thinking of it. Whenst finally Lucius and Cedrych had finished theyre heated exchange another then took place in the inn, in quite short order really... Cedrych, Markus and Macha did most of the speaking. My opinions were apparently not welcome, as was indicated in the comments of Cedrych at one point. I offered a comment to his statement that "people are imperfect", by saying "Is perfection so impossible then?".
His response was "I believe it is impossible" and would not argue that, in fact none of those seated were willing to even hear what I said in response to their arguement, for the most part anyway it would have seemed so... I must say that any group that is unwilling to even tolerate difference of opinion, well difference in general really it would seem, is coming from a position of belief in infallibility of their position and opinion. Yet if people are imperfect as sir Cedrych suggests, well.. he has contradicted his own statement with his actions towards me. *shrug* amusing really. Just as the horse which pulls the wagon has blinders that restrict their vision, so to now do I see that people do much the same with religion and other devices they so create to "guide their actions" can become exactly the same in effect.
Codes and whatnot are a guideline certainly, and that is not a bad thing I say. The real difference I see here between my own viewpoint and his is that he views things in absolutes, even though he denies perfection for himself, anything the church puts forth must be perfect and followed without deviation.. under penalty of death apparently. Yet the Church is made up of imperfect Human beings as he has said himself, how then can they make a decision as to guilt and condemn anyone else I say? They are fallible yet seem most willing to kill others for even suggesting something other than what the church dictates by calling such Heresy and criminal action simply for having a way of living that deviates from their own ideology. Such is the food of ignorance among human beings I say. Tis no wonder so many now find Midor so repulsive.
*added as of the next morning*
I had a chat with a few friends earlier. I should not be quick to judge Cedrych, as he seems a decent sort by all accounts and my own just two days ago. Hmm.. future conversation with him is definitely in order I believe. I should think I should be more considerate of circumstances in the future, after all the fellow had just been in arguement for some time. |
|
|
|
|
|
Holace's story. - Journal Entries of Holace Nemworth.
Posted: 19 Mar 2006 04:08 AM |
*writing in his journal observing Lucius passed out near the water behind the beer garden in buckshire*
Well.. Lucius hounded me for a bottle of wine whilst intoxicated earlier. I have never seen him so out of his wits as he was. I just so happened to have an empty wine bottle in my pack, seeing his condition I thought it best to pour into this bottle a potion of restoration and some very light red flavorless dye in hopes he might drink it quickly and be back on his feet again in more than just a physical sense. Alas.. he became ill and began a bout of uncontrolled vomiting and delirium for a time, I attempted to pour some of it down his throat even at one point but alas. The best I could do was drag him over by the water so that he would make less of a mess. A few hours passed and he finally awoke looking rather deshevelled. Ah.. *scratch mark* |
|
|
|
|
|
Holace's story. - Journal Entries of Holace Nemworth.
Posted: 25 Mar 2006 04:23 PM |
Warm red wine and a few friends.
I was invited along on a mining venture into Fiirkrag last night with a few friendly aquaintances. I must say that the whole endeavor was without much effort being needed on my part to do more than simply watch the backsides of those racing ahead and slaughtering the inhabitant creatures, as well as some very poorly dispositioned primitives that charged at us with weapons in hand.
I must say.. there were two types of battle being waged before me once again. One of ego, which is ever present it would seem when two specific aquaintances of mine are close to one another, and the physical sort which at the very least would come and go with the stroke of a few blades and a flight of an arrow or two and whatnot.
I do not mind contests of ego so much really, what does seem a bit rude at the very least, is to be caught right in the middle of a personal conflict and then to be left sitting at a table in Winky's as though I did not even exist, the lot of them rushing off without even a word of goodbye in their seperate directions.
A fine red wine still filled my cup to the halfway mark or close to it, it was warm when I took my last drink of it, and walked out alone once again.
**a page has apparently been ripped out here** |
|
|
|
|
|
Holace's story. - Journal Entries of Holace Nemworth.
Posted: 26 Mar 2006 12:53 PM |
On the brighter side of things, there have also been a few very pleasant surprises. One came in the form of a ring placed in my hand by the Lady Dana some time ago. It is an ever present token of friendship I say, and I think of her fondly whenever I look upon it. I know so little of her really, perhaps I should seek her out her company in the near future.
**the next page appears to be blank on the front and back, though of a different appearance than any previously seen when examined closely.**
|
|
|
|
|
|
Holace's story. - A most bizarre transformation.
Posted: 01 Apr 2006 01:03 PM |
*as written in the journals of Holace*
I was about to battle with the centaurs yesterday when a most bizarre occurrence took place. They grew extremely tall and I short. My eyes still fixed on them, an expression of dumbfounded awe graced their faces, followed by one of anger. I believe they may have thought I had deliberately caused what had happened as an insulting gesture of some sort. At any rate, one of the smaller lot began to trample me, and I was forced to flee from them bounding into the trading post past a herd of purple badgers congregated near the brewery. There was alot of chattering going on back and forth and by the gist of it, they seemed convinced it was a side effect of some new drink that a wizard had brewed there recently. This of course took me quite by surprise as I realized I could understand the chatter almost as one would understand words spoken between they and another.
Quite a surprising change I must say.
Based on accountings given by my friend Lucius Edmonds a bit later on, it would seem the result of a reversal spell of a wild nature gone awry... On a few occasions I have also found it is possile to recite a polymorph spell in reverse can change one to their original form for a time obviously, since I am able to write th *a huge scratch mark trails down the parchment, and some paw prints appear here, obviously those of a large badger* |
|
|
|
|
|
Holace's story. - Journal Entries of Holace Nemworth.
Posted: 18 Apr 2006 03:00 PM |
Of recent events, travel, exploration and gains of both a material and physical nature.
I can say that I certainly have done a good amount of travel since last I had time to write. It was a most frustrating event to change form suddenly into a purple badger whilst writing. Thankfully that mess was resolved with a certain dance, which as it turns out was all one needed do to remove the curse. I shant forget the "purple badger boogie" anytime soon I say....just in case.. it happens again. Strangely, I have not seen the Lady Macha or Dorian in quite some time. Perhaps they have taken a vacation, though of course... I -have- been accused of being an optimist a time or two.
**a single page sketch appears here, a mix of posed faces above the sand dunes**
I came across a ring recently that I believed at first may have been my fathers, but alas.. I am not so certain of this after closer examination. It is -very- similar without any doubts... but... one day.... one day I shall recover that which was stolen from the family in more than just the material sense. For now... I will settle on the family heirlooms, as I am fairly certain there will be a trail leading back to those responsible for....what was done. I still remember the shield my father hung on the main pole of the caravan tent. He told me once it had belonged to the family "since the beginning" which goes back to the time of the early days of Aristi, or so I was told one day by father.
That reminds me of the caravan, and its origins.
Supposedly twas my grandfathers grandfathers grandfather or some such that first started a trade route. It was of course to increase the families fame and fortunes, though the caravan was more than just a simple trade by the time of my grandfather. My family seemed to fancy what we did "brought civilization to the primitives" or some such. We did bring a good amount of books and a tale or two, as well as news to and from the places we went. Often did we travel into the lands of primitive tribesmen, taking the "road" toward some remote encampment or the like, where few would dare or have reason to tread. Naturally there were a good many adventuring parties that would ride along with us most times. On a few rare occasions the caravan was ambushed along the road by hostiles. Most could best be described as poorly planned assaults by ogres, trolls and the like. Though there were a few -very- memorable ambushes as well. Scouts detected the majority of these, but there were a few groups that did surprise us now and then. I recall watching my father and the other warriors meet the horde leader and his lot in combat. That was the first time I watched men fight in such a way... with actual weapons, not some wooden practice sword in a lesson as I had so often.
At any rate...few dare such ventures anymore, I still come across some that do as I travel in the wilds from time to time... though I have yet to come across any such caravans as well assembled as ours was though I say. A few I have seen again, speared in their wagons, mauled, and burning on roads in the wilds. Wisdom gained at a high price I suppose to those that did escape such an event. Hmm..
|
|
|
|
|
|
Holace's story. - The Black Dream.
Posted: 10 May 2006 04:28 PM |
Sitting behind a campfire in the divider chain mountain range, he looked out across the valley before him a moment... then took his eyes out of focus for a time...and dreamed....
He sat this way for a good many hours, the last rays of the sun dissappearing from over the mountaintops. He layed backward against his pack and looked up at the stars for a time, then it came finally.
Later he would write of this in his journal in a concealed entry. (one of the odd looking pages that appear throughout his journal, this one being the third in sequence)
The Black Dream.
The "dream" as I refer to it, could be described as going from insight into ones self, which of course is the path to self knowing, to the point of seeing ones self as they truly -are-. The "mold" that shaped who they were, and how it was made. The mold is almost always shaped by others at an early age, social conditioning of thought and behavior for example. This is literally what was, what is, and I say, what will come unless of course there is action taken at a specific moment that changes the path one travels. The path to self knowing can be terrifying for some I have found that the mirror of truth tells no lies, and only from full self knowing can anyone change who they are I say, this because once one can see the mold that made them, and thus they can also break it and start anew.
Life... from death, a cleansing of the spirit.. all that perishes.. is that which should. The only way to move forward I say, from a life not worth living, is to "die". The catch to this, and there always is one, is that most everyone you once knew also "dies" in a way because the person they knew has. When encountered, they may even seem ghostly, like a revenant seeking to pull one back into whatever existance they once knew.
I should say, there are some that can be allowed to know the new person, a trusted few perhaps. For me, it was the benefactor.
|
|
|
|
|
|
Holace's Story.- Sketchworks
Posted: 16 May 2006 01:29 PM |
A grouping of sketches are on this page in the journal.
One seems to be a rendering of the Skree Slope as it appears from the base looking upward. This sketch is near the top of the page in the top left corner.
The face of Sam appears beside it facing toward the right of the page as viewed. Crumbs of some pastry no doubt, are stuck here and there in the hairs, his expression is one of consideration.
|
|
|
|
|
|
Holace's Story.- Journal entries of Holace Nemworth.
Posted: 08 Jun 2006 12:59 AM |
**a few sketches of Macha, Lucius, Noah, Yggsdrasil, Fat sam, and a portrait of a half-orc appear here.**
|
|
|
|
|
|
Re: Holace's Story.- Journal entries of Holace Nemworth.
Posted: 15 Jun 2006 03:33 AM |
((OOC: this information would not be known to:1) any that had not read the journal entry. 2)were not one of the two that were made aware of Holace's plans))
I must say the task I was given some time ago has proven to be a truly difficult one I say. I could use a bit of some time to re-think my approach. Some might wonder where I am, so I believe I might test my skills a bit with my next move. A game of death I believe is in order.
I shall seek out someone of good nature, possibly a certain elf I've travelled with. I will feed this elf a convincing story, drink a potion that would appear to be poison, then act out the death before his eyes. I am fairly certain he will bury me someplace near to Ferein as requested, being he seems the honorable sort. I should give him something as well for doing this, even though he is being misguided, he is still doing work on my behalf. I only hope he does not bury me deeply in the ground, that would be most unfortunate, as I could not dig my way out. A camp on the Divider Chain I believe would be the best place to recluse afterward. |
|
|
|
|
|
Re: Holace's Story.- Journal entries of Holace Nemworth.
Posted: 20 Jun 2006 09:52 PM |
To be buried alive.
I listened to the elf pray to his goddess, as the cool air of the ocean flowed into the shallow space he had managed as a resting place for my body. It was actually quite comfortable there really, a bit bumpy.. and then there were those insects that crawled about on my face now and then. But other than that, it was most relaxing to lay there motionless. He covered me with my cloak, then threw in most of my belongings, then I felt the first bit of earth hit my body, and then another, and more after. He did not notice I gather, the earth that occasionally blew away from the area of my face. I could only blow it away now and then as he threw in each handfull, I had hoped it would appear it had blown away naturally, and it was just enough to confuse the elf as to the coverage of the facial area thankfully. I waited for what seemed like ages after I heard him walk off before beginning to dig upward. He had placed some small stones over the grave, nothing too heavy thankfully. My shield I found had been used as a grave marker. All of my belongings I gathered, then did I make my way to Skarfell Lodge. No one visited for some time, but eventually a woodsman did appear in the Lodge. Tarn I think it was.. or something similar. We chatted for a time, and he left. Apparently the fellow had no idea he was in the Divider Chain mountains, he was illiterate or some such I gather.
I believe I found what I was searching for those nights I spent in the lodge.
**there is a sketch here of Port Royal as viewed from the ocean from several hundred yards out** |
|
|
|
|
|
Holace's Story.- Journal entries of Holace Nemworth.
Posted: 05 Jul 2006 06:22 PM |
The Dark Dwarves attack on the Icy Vale.
I was chatting with a group of friends yesterday in McGillicutty's when Hick entered and approached us. He told us that word had reached him from Sergent Welter of the Icy Vale indicating that an attack on the Vale was eminent, and appealed to us that we might aid in the defense of the small village. We agreed to render aid, and set off immediately. Upon my arrival, which was slightly late due to bad weather, the first wave of the attack had already been repulsed by the forces gathered. Welter stated that the Dark Dwarves had "grown frustrated with adventuring parties killing their clansmen, and stealing ores from their lands". Shortly after, in the distance, the war drums sounded. We prepared ourselves for the second attack. As it came, I could hear the warcries as they rushed the gate. We were immediately driven back. The Militia rushed in behind us. I took down several of their lot before being set upon by six of their lot at one time. I saw a bright light then recall opening my eyes and staggering to my feet. The sweat and blood had created a slushy mix all over my armor in the cold air. As I looked about , I noticed the snow in the area had melted completely from the heat. A scene of carnage, the likes of which I have seldom been witness to at any time lay before me. Half of the total force of the Icy Vale Militia lay dead, as well as a good many of the Dark Dwarves. At my side was a still breathing human fellow I had never seen before. I hefted him over my shoulder and began to feel the wounds of my body begin to open once again. Staggering into the inn, I found the others and plopped the fellow into a chair before the fire. Whenst I woke, I was pleased to notice that my wounds had been bandaged. The inn looked more so like an infirmary than a lodging really for a time. It must have taken some time to get that mess clean afterward. Welter appeared and thanked us on behalf of the village. He also left us with some very interesting suits of armor. I believe I will hang this one over the mantle of my future home, or possibly just on a rack for display in the living area. A nice conversation piece I should think. |
|
|
|
|
|
Holace's Story.- Journal entries of Holace Nemworth.
Posted: 21 Aug 2006 12:56 PM |
Wanderlust.
Living off of the land for a time is good for anyone I believe. Though I do not believe I should ever prefer such to city living. I've become lost out here in the wilderness near Skarfell...again. I can only shake my head now as I watch the light of the sun disappear, and the light of my small campfire dance about the trees. Bah this squinting is hurting my eyes.
It's been a few weeks since I was last in civilization. I tell you the bath I took earlier was truly a delight. Warm water, and the fragrant oil of dark roses. Washing in hot springs and the like whenst I did come across them was the best one could expect in the wood. Some company would have been welcome this past time. I should ask Dana to come along with me on a re-visit of that area sometime.
Truly, I should seek out my friends, I imagine a few of them wondered where I was these past few weeks.
|
|
|
|
|
|
Re: Holace's Story.- Journal entries of Holace Nemworth.
Posted: 22 Aug 2006 01:10 PM |
Yesterday evening I ran into Dana and Ophelia in the Gladden Farmlands. Niether seemed to terribly conversational. I was with this fellow by the name of "Guk" I had met earlier in the day. He spoke of some "terrible words" that a female elf had said to him about Dana. There was little conversation of the matter, in fact, niether Dana nor Opehlia said a word about the matter before they set off in the direction of the Gladden Mines. Odd really...
As I sit here today, I look at a poster with "wanted for murder" as the headline. Below are some sketches of Dana on one side, and Ophelia on the other.
Interestingly enough, several elves passed by Guk and I as we chatted in the Icy Vale prior to our encounter with Dana and Ophelia the day before. The one fellow wore the uniform of a ranger of Latonei. He sneered and muttered something under his breath at us as he passed, which I found rather amusing, I even let out a snicker. I have always found Ferein enchanting really, though not all of the residents could I say the same of, but definitely some. Much the same as any other community in the land. I believe I might speak with the parties involved, as Dana and I are friends. |
|
|
|
|
|
Holace's Story.- Dana and Ophelia, my two outlaw friends.
Posted: 22 Aug 2006 01:19 PM |
OOC: ((keep in mind this is a personal journal entry of Holace's))
Yesterday evening I ran into Dana and Ophelia in the Gladden Farmlands. Niether seemed to terribly conversational. I was with this fellow by the name of "Guk" I had met earlier in the day. He spoke of some "terrible words" that a female elf had said to him about Dana. There was little conversation of the matter, in fact, niether Dana nor Opehlia said a word about the matter before they set off in the direction of the Gladden Mines. Odd really...
As I sit here today, I look at a poster with "wanted for murder" as the headline. Below are some sketches of Dana on one side, and Ophelia on the other. I wonder if Dana dined on the elves afterward? Ate them raw or cooked, spiced, gravied, orcish candied, or merely snagged a few loose parts for a snack later on. Hmm.
Interestingly enough, several elves passed by Guk and I as we chatted in the Icy Vale prior to our encounter with Dana and Ophelia the day before. The one fellow wore the uniform of a ranger of Latonei. He sneered and muttered something under his breath at us as he passed, which I found rather amusing, I even let out a snicker. I have always found Ferein enchanting really, though not all of the residents could I say the same of, but definitely some. Much the same as any other community in the land. I believe I might speak with the parties involved, as Dana and I are friends. A bit of investigation is in order I believe. |
|
|
|
|
|
Holace's story. - The end.
Posted: 31 Aug 2006 02:03 AM |
*boards the Aegea and says to Captain Valien* "You know, captain *holds up a huge sack of gold* could you by chance take me someplace today that is a secret to most?.. someplace warm with plenty of good food and drink if you would?"
The Captain accepts the gold quietly. A few days later the Aegea meets a ship off of the coast of the Eastern coast of Vives. A single passenger walks a gangway from the Aegea onto the ship in calm waters. The passenger turns and nods to the captain midway, then continues on to the other ship. The gang plank is drawn away and the two ships depart in opposite directions.
I write now from within the hold of this strange vessel. I do not recall ever meeting the captain in Port, most likely foreign but from where? I suppose I shall soon find out. I wrote a letter for Macha, Dorian, Dana,Cedrych, and the benefactor whom I have truly done little for to be quite frank.
My curse is my own, and it is an odd one for one raised as I was. I suppose I cared for those I kept close to me all this time. I must'nt allow that to happen again.. seems to only lead to a painful end. I should think I will get over it in time of course, I always do. I suppose I should call myself by another name in this land I go to, baggage is always such an annoyance.
*closes the door to his quarters*
|
|
|
|
|
|
Re: Holace's story. - Aboard the ship.
Posted: 01 Sep 2006 01:00 AM |
These past few days have been most enlightening to say the least. At the trial of my friend.. Dana I sat near to some of those she had so hated, among them was Macha. I had'nt seen much of her in the past few months, so I joined her on the same bench. I listened to the arguements as they were made, watched the antics and theatrics of Nico. As the trial progressed, I would say the way in which the defense projected itself only made the crimes for which Dana was charged appear less accidental.. contrary to what she had told me. But then I recalled the same day of the massacre in Latonei.. she was in the Gladden Farmlands with Ophelia when Guk and I approached the two. Their behavior was.. peculiar.. to say the least. I was not invited to join them, even though we appeared to be headed in the same direction. I assumed the two needed to take care of some private matter based on what was said at the time.
I now understand why she did not invite me along..
It is the same reason I became so disgusted by the behavior of the defense during Dana's trial. The words of the defense were so dishonoring to those that had fallen, to the Elves that had been slain defending their homeland. It was dishonorable in a way that gave me nausea as I have never experienced before. Listening to the commentary of those seated close by, namely Macha, Rosen, and Cedrych mostly, I was alarmed at my own silent agreement with most of their statements. I thought of the good times Dana and I had together. Learning of her people, and getting to her know her better. She is not weak minded, though I wonder sometimes if she thought I believed her to be so. I will miss the Dana that made a mark on a certain pillar in M'Gok Tukar. I still have that imprint here in my possessions someplace, along with the history of her people I copied. Perhaps someday I will look at them, and remember the Dana I knew.
Toward the end of the trial I thought of my early life, watching my parents die, the benefactor, of those I had called friends. My life as I had known it till that point played out in my mind as I sat on that bench.
I suppose perhaps it was the light in that courtroom, that helped me see the darkness for what it is, and that I was never truly a part of it.
In this time of conflict and change, I spoke to a few when I perhaps should not have, no matter now really. I only spoke the truth, which is not always what some people wish to hear. I am still young, with only nineteen years behind me, I suppose I should be thankful to have learned so much, so early.
I suppose the ending is only a beginning, the door to the life I knew has closed, ahead lay the future, and it is far from vives.
|
|
|
|
|
|
Holace's story .- Aboard the ship: A red sky in the morning.
Posted: 03 Sep 2006 09:45 PM |
I awoke in the early morning to a most peculiar silence a few days ago. The sun shown through the window, but all I could see was red light. I sat up in my bed and looked out to see the sun just beneath some clouds on the horizon. For some reason I felt a need to go on deck and have a closer look. I hastily donned a robe and slippers and did so. The sailors had gathered on deck before me, looking off into the distance at the clouds gathering. I looked up and saw a line of them coming towards the ship, just then the captain said with a panicked voice "Raise the sails!!!".
The sails were barely raised when the ship seemed to fall at a rate of speed that caused the blood to rush into my head. Out of the corner of my left eye the sea rose like a mountain, and I was in awe. I closed my eyes and grabbed onto the railing beside me, this was all that saved me from being washed over as the ship rose against the wave and went under it for a moment, then was righted. The captain I saw, had survived the massive wave by holding onto the wheel. The captain spun the wheel, aiming in a southwesterly direction. Just as he did this the same feeling of the sea dropping came once more. The next wave broke the main mast at the forte. I truly thought it was the end. "I will die of drowning once again" I thought. The wind rose and blew with such force that several sailors were carried off of the deck. They seemed to dangle for a time in the air, much like the banners of Midor, the rain distorting their images.. a man was there in my sight, then gone.
A calm silence came briefly. The wind died down slowly, and the sun shown through the clouds all about the ship. The captain ordered us to tie him to the wheelmast. This baffled me at first but I helped in securing him to his position. He turned to me as I and the others departed for the lower decks and said "ye do know whats comin dunt ya?". I looked at him for a moment, then noticed the sky darkening once more to the east. The storm was coming once again.
The captain said to me "a second comin eh, best ye be gittin below decks wit 'a men". I said to him then "the men seem to be up here sir. I believe I will tie myself to a position where I might aid you. Besides, this storm has my interest." He actually smiled at me, wild eyed at that ,and said. "Aye well.. best be hurryin then, till be upon us..." The wind diminished the rest of his words, but I was already done tieing myself down to the front rails with several ropes when the next wall of the storm hit.
The second part of the storm was the most violent. Every mast of the ship was broken, and the cargo on decks had all been washed overboard. We would need to port someplace immediately of course to make repairs, but the closest port apparently was Port Royale, which lay some two hundred nautical miles north of our current position. Our destination was some five hundred and twenty-three nautical miles to the southeast of the Port Royal according to the captain. We managed to repair one of the fore masts enough to get moving again thankfully. We made a slow but steady speed in the water heading due north. The storm seemed to head off to the northwest at several times our ship speed...Toward the south of vives. We now bear a course for the port. I only hope it remains. The cleanup below decks still goes on, I should get back to helping with it. |
|
|
|
|
|
Holace's story .- Watching the end as it came.
Posted: 13 Sep 2006 09:43 PM |
Guilty. Guilty. Guilty.
The words still echo in my mind. I could only close my eyes when I first heard them. I left the hall and made my way out of Ferein, down the stairway into the Mystic Woods. The elves below looked at me a moment, then looked away. I came across Lucius in the woods, searching. I followed him for a time, offered to aid him in whatever it was he was doing, though he did not respond. I would not have been much help just then anyway. The emotions I felt were nearly overwhelming my senses. This reminded of something my father once told me...
"Do not allow emotion to effect your action, nor your judgement my son. Hate and love share a quality that will drain the life from you, and deny your personal power if you allow them in. If one you call friend has fallen honorably, do not seek revenge, do not weep at the loss, nor should you behave any differently than you would at any other time."
Then he leaned over in front of my face and said in a whisper:
"If one you do care for.. a friend.. has been slain viciously without honor, betrayed, or shown no quarter upon surrender, and after the enemy has visited their worst upon them, then it is upon you to do your best. Remember my son, to smile at your enemy just before you end them, after all...they've earned the favor of your attention. Oh and..be sure to let them know you're going to kill them, and why as well...beforehand."
I've heard little else since the trial.. Hmm.. I see an oddly familiar Pixie approaching. |
|
|
|
|
|
Holace's story .- Watching the end as it came.
Posted: 16 Nov 2006 09:38 PM |
| *a torn page appears here* |
|
|
|
|
|
Holace's story .- Watching the end as it came.
Posted: 16 Nov 2006 09:53 PM |
| *somewhere in the divider chain Holace succumb to the cold. A tale told in the inn one day of a party that encountered his body, but none could carry him seems to give credence to the story* |
|
|
|
|
|
| |
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|