Echoes of Heritage: The Journey of a Lost Son

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Echoes of Heritage: The Journey of a Lost Son

Post by D4wN » Mon Jun 03, 2024 9:33 pm

The nightmares... they keep coming, relentless and unending. Each night, I try to force myself awake, to escape their grasp, but I remain trapped, ensnared in their dark embrace. Flashes of demons, fire, and blood—so much blood—assault my senses. The screams pierce the air, a haunting symphony of terror, and I am powerless to silence them.

Yet amidst the chaos, I feel an insistent pull, a calling I cannot ignore. The island of Arelith beckons me with an irresistible allure. It whispers promises of truth, of answers to the questions that plague my soul. I seek to uncover my origins, to discover the roots of my being. The nightmares drive me forward, compelling me to confront the mysteries that lie hidden within the shadows of Arelith.


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Post by D4wN » Tue Jun 11, 2024 11:50 am

I ask my father for answers, but he is reluctant. He either fears the truth will change me or perhaps that it will make me hate him. I don't know for sure, but I do know that I need answers. I can feel these nightmares growing stronger, and doubt is eating away at me. Itzal has always been kind to me, and I love him and call him 'father,' but he is not my creator.

My real parents were on that island, on Arelith. All I know is that they are both dead. That's why Itzal took me away all those years ago and gave me a happy and fulfilling life. He would talk about Guldorand and his time as High Sheriff there, and I would meet Avalri when she visited. But she never spoke of my parents either.

She is there now, and perhaps I should pack my things and start with her if I am to understand these nightmares and learn about my own history.


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Post by D4wN » Sun Jun 16, 2024 11:36 am

Blood and screams fill the air, fire raging all around. A woman and two children vanish into the flames. Helpless, I can only watch, and then... silence. I drift through a void of darkness and deafening quiet. I feel like I'm falling and wake with a scream, drenched in sweat, my heart pounding. It felt so real. I glance up at the bunk bed above, hearing the waves, creaking wood, and the sounds of sailors either sleeping or working. We should be nearing Arelith soon. Just a little longer. Whatever is wrong with me, I need to fix it before it consumes me. I have to find answers. As we get closer, something inside me shifts. An unexplainable power grips me. I'm scared, but determined. I will not let my father down.


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Post by D4wN » Sun Jun 23, 2024 8:27 am

Blood kept flowing from the open wound on my arm, floating around me like tiny red orbs. I watched in wonder and confusion as the shimmering pearly red drops danced like magic. This was magic; there was no other way to describe it. I couldn't even remember how I got the wound. I had woken from another nightmare, and it was just there.

A few meters away, a man stared at me with bewilderment, perhaps even fear. I hadn't noticed him until now. His fear made him irrational and hostile, and I saw he held a knife used for rigging the sails. A sailor, then. What happened next was so quick it was over in a flash. The man lay there lifeless, covered in blood. I stared at my own hands in disbelief. Fear and panic gripped me as I trembled, and then I heard the first scream. Everything sounded distant, as if I were miles away. Blurry shapes of people rallied in front of me. This had to be another nightmare. I wanted to wake up, rocking back and forth, knees drawn up, and arms wrapped around them.

Suddenly, they grabbed and dragged me from the bed. I didn't resist; I was in shock. They bound ropes around me, tied me to a pole, and covered my mouth. I couldn't move, and all I could do was cry. They could have killed me but didn't. Instead, they left me until they tossed me from their ship onto the freezing island of Skal and abandoned me.

Alone and with no gold to my name, this wasn't how things were supposed to go. This wasn't Arelith; I had no idea where I was. Shivering from the cold, I fought back more tears. Taking a deep breath, I took my first steps into the village of Skaljard. I vowed never to hurt anyone again and to do everything I could to help others, to atone for what I had done.


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Post by D4wN » Mon Jul 01, 2024 2:21 pm

Gods, it's freezing here. This leather jacket just isn't enough anymore. No matter how much tea I drink, the only way to stay warm is by the fire. But I want to help people and I need to train to get stronger. Thrax and Lord Gregory need my assistance.

I'm determined, and I'm learning more and more that Skal is full of dangerous things. Mages roam the village with undead, even demons and devils. People seem offended, but they're too afraid to act. I dislike undead, especially the smelly ones. I'm conflicted. I don't want to hurt anyone, but I also don't want to be surrounded by these creatures every day or hear people whispering in fear of repercussions. Some of these mages look strong, but most of all, they seem united.

There's one I recently met whom I like a lot. She calls me a brave boy. I'm not a boy anymore—I'm eighteen. Still, it's nice to hear someone thinks I'm brave, even though I don't really believe it myself. I still wake from nightmares in fear, and I still fear my own powers. I have to find a way to master them so I don't accidentally hurt anyone.

Soon, I think I'll be ready to take a boat from Skal to Arelith and finally visit my aunt. I can't wait to see Guldorand and where my dad spent so many years. I'm thinking about becoming a guard there so I can help the city just like he did.


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Post by D4wN » Sat Jul 06, 2024 9:04 am

She calls it the Magocracy. I'm not entirely sure what it means, but it appears to be a collective of mages who seek or celebrate knowledge and power. They stride through the village with their foul abominations, devils, and demons, as if they own the place. I can see fear in some villagers, though others are beginning to resist. The cold, chill air in Skaljard is thick with tension.

"A sacrifice should be offered," I hear in the distance. I glance up from warming my hands at the fire, trying to see who spoke. It's a man cloaked in darkness, trailed by a severed hand. I shiver briefly. This is our new reality. He's speaking with Lady Venderlin. She mentioned performing a ritual to help the island. Perhaps she isn't as malevolent as people say. I know nothing about rituals, but her intentions seem noble.

I've made new friends as well. The Wayfarers are kind people. Mister Storm and I get along well, and he's been helping me train. He believes I have the power to change, to turn away from the so-called 'blood arcana.' I asked if he would train me to become a Druid. The powers of nature seem far less terrifying than those of blood. Mister Storm seems wise, though much of what he says is still beyond my understanding. With time and patience, perhaps I will come to grasp it.


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Re: Echoes of Heritage: The Journey of a Lost Son

Post by D4wN » Fri Jul 12, 2024 4:52 pm

The ritual is imminent. Shay is no longer an option, as Lady Venderlin has placed a bounty on Abigail. I am now the sole blood mage. She needs me. While it's gratifying to be needed, a sense of dread lingers, an unrelenting knot in my stomach. This ritual is deeply troubling.

The more I contemplate it, the less I want to proceed. My father would never approve of using me as a conduit to raise an army of the undead. I aspire to make him proud, but I am at a loss. Their forces, bolstered by undead, devils, and demons, are three times the size of an ordinary army. Direct confrontation is not an option; it would mean certain death.

Mister Storm has remarked on the strength of my power over lightning, possibly even surpassing the druids he has encountered. Sance suggests that invoking the lightning spirits might be enough to disrupt the necromantic energy the ritual requires, giving nature a fighting chance. I've always wanted to be a druid; perhaps this is my opportunity to prove myself. However, I've never participated in a ritual, let alone served as its conduit. What if my strength is insufficient?

Until the ritual begins, I must prepare and learn. The Wayfarers have offered their assistance. They are depending on me, placing their trust in me. The pressure is immense, and I fear letting them down due to my youth and inexperience. Yet, I think of my father and what he would have done. He would have saved the island. So, that is what I intend to do.

Lady Venderlin still refers to me as 'Brave Ser Ed,' unaware of my plan to thwart her. I feel a pang of guilt for my deception, as she has shown me kindness. Nonetheless, I cannot condone her actions. For the people of Skal, for the Wayfarers, and for my father, I will do this.


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