[The Quest For The Phoenix]
"Log I -18 Marpenoth, 100-"
I'm settling down in one of the caves nearest to the Duergar Hold. We've quickly made our respective territories known, and they seem to avoid coming into the cave (For now). I struggle to write this now, my hands are shivering from the icy winds outside, but the Dwarven fires left here are surely what I have to thank for not freezing to death.
Initial scout of the Spires since my last visits has found two new finds for me. One, the Barbarian's have managed to seal up their old cave and change locations to the lower mountains. They have since spread out across the lower Spires and work with these Dark warriors.
As well as this, atop the mountain I have found for the first time for my eyes to behold - the dreaded Manor of Mourn. I wandered inside unknowingly after battling Yeti's of massive sizes.. Within I found powerful magi, greater Werebeasts, Demon golems and other monstrosities. I came back to camp immediately after a swift scout..
Kaliyah's Logs
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Kaliyah's Logs
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Re: Kaliyah's Logs
"Log II -18 Marpenoth 100-"
I've spent some time mining into the back of the tunnel, following the example set by the Dwarves. For a while I was just working away, untill I noticed a buzzing. The buzzing is there constant, surprisingly, and is not coming from anything that I can see. There are no flies, no foul stench to indicate corpses, no insects.. Most strange.
[Camping]
http://screenshot.xfire.com/s/130031903-4.jpg
[The Entrance To Hell]
http://screenshot.xfire.com/s/130031901-4.jpg
[The Buzzing..]
http://screenshot.xfire.com/s/130031905-4.jpg
I've spent some time mining into the back of the tunnel, following the example set by the Dwarves. For a while I was just working away, untill I noticed a buzzing. The buzzing is there constant, surprisingly, and is not coming from anything that I can see. There are no flies, no foul stench to indicate corpses, no insects.. Most strange.
[Camping]
http://screenshot.xfire.com/s/130031903-4.jpg
[The Entrance To Hell]
http://screenshot.xfire.com/s/130031901-4.jpg
[The Buzzing..]
http://screenshot.xfire.com/s/130031905-4.jpg
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Kashisjonny
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Re: Kaliyah's Logs
"Log III -18 Marpenoth, 100-"
Stood atop another mountain of the Spires as I write this, my hands warmed by the altar of the Firelord. Have never been one for Gods, though I am appreciative of the warmth offered here. Seems the two altars here, of Lathander and Kossuth are a gift left to the Gods, in hopes they will aid in bringing a better day over Arelith.
.. Admittedly, I am skeptical. This pit is going to need more than a few rocks to change its course of self-destruction.
[Dedication To The Gods]
http://screenshot.xfire.com/s/130031957-4.jpg
Stood atop another mountain of the Spires as I write this, my hands warmed by the altar of the Firelord. Have never been one for Gods, though I am appreciative of the warmth offered here. Seems the two altars here, of Lathander and Kossuth are a gift left to the Gods, in hopes they will aid in bringing a better day over Arelith.
.. Admittedly, I am skeptical. This pit is going to need more than a few rocks to change its course of self-destruction.
[Dedication To The Gods]
http://screenshot.xfire.com/s/130031957-4.jpg
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Kashisjonny
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Re: Kaliyah's Logs
"Log IV - 19 Marpenoth, 100"
Sam found me. Thought it was my imagination for a while. Would make sense.. She did some mining. Told her about my plans with the Silver Dragon. She of course, argued. It wasn't until we made our way to the top of Mourn, and an Implosion spell caught me off guard, did I realise she wasn't actually in my head..
After a quick recovery, we made our next assault on the top floor. The Demon, bigger than I have ever seen, came at us both alongside four magi. Albeit, between Sam and myself we made quick work of the entire group. My experience with Demons to this day, is the smaller ones are much more dangerous than the taller ones.
Happy that Sam is real though. My friends are few and far between these days.. Hm.. She has thirty five thousand of my gold...
[Misty Mountain View]
http://screenshot.xfire.com/s/130031935-4.jpg
[Eternal Snow Storm]
http://screenshot.xfire.com/s/130031937-4.jpg
[Sam Finds Me]
http://screenshot.xfire.com/s/130032261-4.jpg
[Mining Aid..]
http://screenshot.xfire.com/s/130032264-4.jpg
[Cooking Dinner With My Imaginary Friend]
http://screenshot.xfire.com/s/130032266-4.jpg
[Braving The Darkness]
http://screenshot.xfire.com/s/130032270-4.jpg
http://screenshot.xfire.com/s/130032271-4.jpg
Sam found me. Thought it was my imagination for a while. Would make sense.. She did some mining. Told her about my plans with the Silver Dragon. She of course, argued. It wasn't until we made our way to the top of Mourn, and an Implosion spell caught me off guard, did I realise she wasn't actually in my head..
After a quick recovery, we made our next assault on the top floor. The Demon, bigger than I have ever seen, came at us both alongside four magi. Albeit, between Sam and myself we made quick work of the entire group. My experience with Demons to this day, is the smaller ones are much more dangerous than the taller ones.
Happy that Sam is real though. My friends are few and far between these days.. Hm.. She has thirty five thousand of my gold...
[Misty Mountain View]
http://screenshot.xfire.com/s/130031935-4.jpg
[Eternal Snow Storm]
http://screenshot.xfire.com/s/130031937-4.jpg
[Sam Finds Me]
http://screenshot.xfire.com/s/130032261-4.jpg
[Mining Aid..]
http://screenshot.xfire.com/s/130032264-4.jpg
[Cooking Dinner With My Imaginary Friend]
http://screenshot.xfire.com/s/130032266-4.jpg
[Braving The Darkness]
http://screenshot.xfire.com/s/130032270-4.jpg
http://screenshot.xfire.com/s/130032271-4.jpg
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Kashisjonny
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Re: Kaliyah's Logs
"Log V -26 Marpenoth, 100-"
Awoke with a headache after the gathering. Amadeo came by to show me some of his new magic tricks, and his magician hat. As usual he was straight to business, and started with a few flower from the hat tricks. It cheered me up a bit, it's nice when Amadeo shows me new things.
Before he left, his final trick was to pull a large black rabbit from the hat. The rabbit I recognised instantly as Robert. It was good to see him, I missed Robert terribly. With large goofy teeth and fluffy hair, we sat near the fire and drank bottles of wine whilst he told me of his trip across the sea with Khayal and Thomas.
A little ways into our discussion, Euclio must have sneaked in. Must have lost his clothes on the way up. He didn't say anything, just stood by the pot making porridge.
Hm.. Looking about now, they must have left by lens and cleaned up a bit. Only a few bottles around me. I'll clean these up for the Dwarves. Why is my face wet?
Awoke with a headache after the gathering. Amadeo came by to show me some of his new magic tricks, and his magician hat. As usual he was straight to business, and started with a few flower from the hat tricks. It cheered me up a bit, it's nice when Amadeo shows me new things.
Before he left, his final trick was to pull a large black rabbit from the hat. The rabbit I recognised instantly as Robert. It was good to see him, I missed Robert terribly. With large goofy teeth and fluffy hair, we sat near the fire and drank bottles of wine whilst he told me of his trip across the sea with Khayal and Thomas.
A little ways into our discussion, Euclio must have sneaked in. Must have lost his clothes on the way up. He didn't say anything, just stood by the pot making porridge.
Hm.. Looking about now, they must have left by lens and cleaned up a bit. Only a few bottles around me. I'll clean these up for the Dwarves. Why is my face wet?
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Kashisjonny
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Re: Kaliyah's Logs
"Log VI -26 Marpenoth, 100-"
The mysterious Barrow Falls, guarded over by the even more mysterious Undead Guardians. I've an idea that Amadeo knows quite a bit about this place, though admittedly, I've always been a bit cautious about delving too far into places plagued by Undead.
Antlers, Hooves and Eyes.. I wonder what the significance is.. And why the focus to an Elk of all things? Must remember to ask about this place.
[Elk Stones]
http://screenshot.xfire.com/s/130033410-4.jpg
The mysterious Barrow Falls, guarded over by the even more mysterious Undead Guardians. I've an idea that Amadeo knows quite a bit about this place, though admittedly, I've always been a bit cautious about delving too far into places plagued by Undead.
Antlers, Hooves and Eyes.. I wonder what the significance is.. And why the focus to an Elk of all things? Must remember to ask about this place.
[Elk Stones]
http://screenshot.xfire.com/s/130033410-4.jpg
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Kashisjonny
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Re: Kaliyah's Logs
"Log VII -28 Marpenoth, 100-"
I have to give credit where credit is due to the Frost Giants, in particular their King. The strategy of swing as much as possible and hope to hit seems to work /Incredibly/ effective for them. At this point I've learned to take their Kings much more seriously than one did in the beginning.
That aside, more digging has been done, but progress is slow and the fires keep dying out. Most of my time is spent relighting them and scavenging for food. Hm.. Must be a better way to dig than the conventional pickaxe...
I have to give credit where credit is due to the Frost Giants, in particular their King. The strategy of swing as much as possible and hope to hit seems to work /Incredibly/ effective for them. At this point I've learned to take their Kings much more seriously than one did in the beginning.
That aside, more digging has been done, but progress is slow and the fires keep dying out. Most of my time is spent relighting them and scavenging for food. Hm.. Must be a better way to dig than the conventional pickaxe...
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Re: Kaliyah's Logs
"Log VIII -1 Uktar, 100-"
Not three hours from recording the last events, Sam and Afonso caught up with me back at Camp. Leave it to Sam to bring the mad-Wizard.. Granted, a stroke of genius. I've told him about the search for the Chamber of the Phoenix, so that we may collect the Tears of the Phoenix.
.. I lost count how many ideas he threw into the air, however I think something to do with golem-powderkeg-spiders and freezing the wall came into it. He spent some time trying a multidude of spells against the wall, though once again, little progress has been made.
Other time was spent driving the Barbarians and Duergar back into their homes a bit as they have been moving a bit too close to home. A close confrontation with two Drow and a Gnoll on the way out of the Duergar fortress though - we departed without issue.
[Confrontation With The Ones Below]
https://www.dropbox.com/s/6g9fmy76btpy3 ... 0.bmp?dl=0
[Elk Stones, Night]
https://www.dropbox.com/s/cdfud0qw6eqld ... 4.bmp?dl=0
[Meeting The Locals]
https://www.dropbox.com/s/usltgxtjhf5ym ... 0.bmp?dl=0
[Afonso's Good Ideas]
https://www.dropbox.com/s/7ytnc9e6736g8 ... 0.bmp?dl=0
https://www.dropbox.com/s/xfn8ubtqybfdc ... 3.bmp?dl=0
https://www.dropbox.com/s/fl0fltztlvmyv ... 2.bmp?dl=0
https://www.dropbox.com/s/rquifmd4rl2lw ... 7.bmp?dl=0
[Afonso's Not So Good Idea]
https://www.dropbox.com/s/267lfnhjcl082 ... 3.bmp?dl=0
Not three hours from recording the last events, Sam and Afonso caught up with me back at Camp. Leave it to Sam to bring the mad-Wizard.. Granted, a stroke of genius. I've told him about the search for the Chamber of the Phoenix, so that we may collect the Tears of the Phoenix.
.. I lost count how many ideas he threw into the air, however I think something to do with golem-powderkeg-spiders and freezing the wall came into it. He spent some time trying a multidude of spells against the wall, though once again, little progress has been made.
Other time was spent driving the Barbarians and Duergar back into their homes a bit as they have been moving a bit too close to home. A close confrontation with two Drow and a Gnoll on the way out of the Duergar fortress though - we departed without issue.
[Confrontation With The Ones Below]
https://www.dropbox.com/s/6g9fmy76btpy3 ... 0.bmp?dl=0
[Elk Stones, Night]
https://www.dropbox.com/s/cdfud0qw6eqld ... 4.bmp?dl=0
[Meeting The Locals]
https://www.dropbox.com/s/usltgxtjhf5ym ... 0.bmp?dl=0
[Afonso's Good Ideas]
https://www.dropbox.com/s/7ytnc9e6736g8 ... 0.bmp?dl=0
https://www.dropbox.com/s/xfn8ubtqybfdc ... 3.bmp?dl=0
https://www.dropbox.com/s/fl0fltztlvmyv ... 2.bmp?dl=0
https://www.dropbox.com/s/rquifmd4rl2lw ... 7.bmp?dl=0
[Afonso's Not So Good Idea]
https://www.dropbox.com/s/267lfnhjcl082 ... 3.bmp?dl=0
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Kashisjonny
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Re: Kaliyah's Logs
"Log IX -9 Uktar, 100-"
The past few days have been spent fighting off fever, the cold seems to have eventually gotten a hold of me. I phased in and out of consciousness a few times, keeping the fires in here lit as much as I could until the fever passed, though the past day or so has been spent without food.
My final night was spent, strangely enough, lying by the side of a familiar face.. Amana? To be precise however, that was the only part of her that she left, her head that is. I would have sent her back down to Wharftown, but my body felt paralyzed, frozen even.
Either way, it was a wasted attempt of conversation on her part. With every word she tried to raise, nothing but vomit and spit spat from her mouth. That's what happens when you try to speak without a body I guess. Gods damned Amana.
The past few days have been spent fighting off fever, the cold seems to have eventually gotten a hold of me. I phased in and out of consciousness a few times, keeping the fires in here lit as much as I could until the fever passed, though the past day or so has been spent without food.
My final night was spent, strangely enough, lying by the side of a familiar face.. Amana? To be precise however, that was the only part of her that she left, her head that is. I would have sent her back down to Wharftown, but my body felt paralyzed, frozen even.
Either way, it was a wasted attempt of conversation on her part. With every word she tried to raise, nothing but vomit and spit spat from her mouth. That's what happens when you try to speak without a body I guess. Gods damned Amana.
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Kashisjonny
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Re: Kaliyah's Logs
"Log X, 11 Uk- Who Cares"
Hey I'm not as insane as I thought, isn't that amazing. Thank you Amadeo - for reintroducing me to the very thing that makes me want to murder everyone breathing. You're fantastic. Turns out Huemacoatl is still alive too? I hope you enjoyed the flames burning at your legs, you bastard.
I can't stop crying.
[The Slave Burns]
https://www.dropbox.com/s/xph9owf1861yb ... 9.bmp?dl=0
[Should Have Cut His Throat]
https://www.dropbox.com/s/piipy3abs3ld9 ... 9.bmp?dl=0
Hey I'm not as insane as I thought, isn't that amazing. Thank you Amadeo - for reintroducing me to the very thing that makes me want to murder everyone breathing. You're fantastic. Turns out Huemacoatl is still alive too? I hope you enjoyed the flames burning at your legs, you bastard.
I can't stop crying.
[The Slave Burns]
https://www.dropbox.com/s/xph9owf1861yb ... 9.bmp?dl=0
[Should Have Cut His Throat]
https://www.dropbox.com/s/piipy3abs3ld9 ... 9.bmp?dl=0
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Kashisjonny
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Re: Kaliyah's Logs
"Log XI, Unknown Date"
My visions have led me, thankfully, to the Abyss. This is the one place where I need not worry about how I act, or what I must do to get another few steps ahead.
Though before I set off on my journey I encountered of all people, Ossian, at the Social Tavern. I may have been a little rough with asking for his help, and it is possible he felt a bit threatened into aiding me. Either way, we made our way down to the Abyss, and crossed over to the Underdark to speak to the Sentient Jelly.
Things got.. A little strange. I feel guilty for it. I'm not really sure what I was thinking.
I really wanted to dance.
Filtel followed us on the way out, we could not risk him returning to his Matron to speak about our plans, thus we beat him down and binded him in rope to drag him to camp. Ossian left after a while, he did his job - he says we'll meet again but I'm not sure we will. Filtel afterwards agreed to aid me in my quest, surely a Black Scroll of Ahm can help with opening the Chamber. He doesn't seem convinced - but he has coin now, and that is enough to buy his services.
[Ossian Recruited]
http://screenshot.xfire.com/s/130037128-4.jpg
[Making Camp]
http://screenshot.xfire.com/s/130037130-4.jpg
[Krisalix Remembrance]
http://screenshot.xfire.com/s/130037131-4.jpg
[Disputes With Neighbours]
http://screenshot.xfire.com/s/130037132-4.jpg
[How I feel Inside]
http://screenshot.xfire.com/s/130037133-4.jpg
[Traversing Alien Lands]
http://screenshot.xfire.com/s/130037137-4.jpg
[Sentient Jelly Invasion..]
http://screenshot.xfire.com/s/130037141-4.jpg
[Enslaving The Enslaved]
http://screenshot.xfire.com/s/130037143-4.jpg
[Camping]
http://screenshot.xfire.com/s/130037145-4.jpg
[More Disputes]
http://screenshot.xfire.com/s/130037147-4.jpg
[Once Again Alone]
http://screenshot.xfire.com/s/130037148-4.jpg
My visions have led me, thankfully, to the Abyss. This is the one place where I need not worry about how I act, or what I must do to get another few steps ahead.
Though before I set off on my journey I encountered of all people, Ossian, at the Social Tavern. I may have been a little rough with asking for his help, and it is possible he felt a bit threatened into aiding me. Either way, we made our way down to the Abyss, and crossed over to the Underdark to speak to the Sentient Jelly.
Things got.. A little strange. I feel guilty for it. I'm not really sure what I was thinking.
I really wanted to dance.
Filtel followed us on the way out, we could not risk him returning to his Matron to speak about our plans, thus we beat him down and binded him in rope to drag him to camp. Ossian left after a while, he did his job - he says we'll meet again but I'm not sure we will. Filtel afterwards agreed to aid me in my quest, surely a Black Scroll of Ahm can help with opening the Chamber. He doesn't seem convinced - but he has coin now, and that is enough to buy his services.
[Ossian Recruited]
http://screenshot.xfire.com/s/130037128-4.jpg
[Making Camp]
http://screenshot.xfire.com/s/130037130-4.jpg
[Krisalix Remembrance]
http://screenshot.xfire.com/s/130037131-4.jpg
[Disputes With Neighbours]
http://screenshot.xfire.com/s/130037132-4.jpg
[How I feel Inside]
http://screenshot.xfire.com/s/130037133-4.jpg
[Traversing Alien Lands]
http://screenshot.xfire.com/s/130037137-4.jpg
[Sentient Jelly Invasion..]
http://screenshot.xfire.com/s/130037141-4.jpg
[Enslaving The Enslaved]
http://screenshot.xfire.com/s/130037143-4.jpg
[Camping]
http://screenshot.xfire.com/s/130037145-4.jpg
[More Disputes]
http://screenshot.xfire.com/s/130037147-4.jpg
[Once Again Alone]
http://screenshot.xfire.com/s/130037148-4.jpg
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Kashisjonny
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Re: Kaliyah's Logs
"Log XII -21 Uktar, 100-"
Amadeo has been involving himself again. He has taken a keen interest in my Gem. It's my gem, I told him this. I think he wants it - but he wont get it. I will protect it. Gabriel has been lurking too near to me as well. She is badgering about things - a spy, perhaps. I gather my things at home here, and will return back to the Abyss.
[Abyss Infestation]
https://www.dropbox.com/s/40ykjai901k5b ... 8.png?dl=0
[Dirty Spy]
https://www.dropbox.com/s/q79wkfe2ga6or ... 8.bmp?dl=0
[The Thief Watches]
https://www.dropbox.com/s/7zwbceix5xfvu ... 1.bmp?dl=0
[She Didn't Shut Up]
https://www.dropbox.com/s/1ocd2fvcc7ipq ... 4.bmp?dl=0
Amadeo has been involving himself again. He has taken a keen interest in my Gem. It's my gem, I told him this. I think he wants it - but he wont get it. I will protect it. Gabriel has been lurking too near to me as well. She is badgering about things - a spy, perhaps. I gather my things at home here, and will return back to the Abyss.
[Abyss Infestation]
https://www.dropbox.com/s/40ykjai901k5b ... 8.png?dl=0
[Dirty Spy]
https://www.dropbox.com/s/q79wkfe2ga6or ... 8.bmp?dl=0
[The Thief Watches]
https://www.dropbox.com/s/7zwbceix5xfvu ... 1.bmp?dl=0
[She Didn't Shut Up]
https://www.dropbox.com/s/1ocd2fvcc7ipq ... 4.bmp?dl=0
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Kashisjonny
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Re: Kaliyah's Logs
"Log XIII -26 Uktar, 100-"
I searched and searched about Zanshibon, I battled with the best of Paush's forces, crashed heads with the generals of the Abyss but found nothing. Frustrated and annoyed, I took refuge in one of the nearby canyons where the flames do not rain hell from the sky. There I slept, and there I was given another vision.
This time the vision was not of the Abyss, but it was of Soulhaven. I felt fury as I was shown this place, as if some great insult had been paid to something. Why would the scroll be here I ask myself.. Did someone retrieve it before I could? Is that even possible?
[The Lost City Of Zanshibon]
http://screenshot.xfire.com/s/130037820-4.jpg
[The Scroll?]
http://screenshot.xfire.com/s/130038530-4.jpg
I searched and searched about Zanshibon, I battled with the best of Paush's forces, crashed heads with the generals of the Abyss but found nothing. Frustrated and annoyed, I took refuge in one of the nearby canyons where the flames do not rain hell from the sky. There I slept, and there I was given another vision.
This time the vision was not of the Abyss, but it was of Soulhaven. I felt fury as I was shown this place, as if some great insult had been paid to something. Why would the scroll be here I ask myself.. Did someone retrieve it before I could? Is that even possible?
[The Lost City Of Zanshibon]
http://screenshot.xfire.com/s/130037820-4.jpg
[The Scroll?]
http://screenshot.xfire.com/s/130038530-4.jpg
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Kashisjonny
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Re: Kaliyah's Logs
"Log XIV -2 Nighlal, 100-"
With Gideion now.
I will trust him. He will try. The Dream gem has been passed into his hands. Part of me feels the need to steal it back but, the gem needs to understand who comes first.
It turns out however, without a doubt in my mind that Amadeo took the scroll. Gideion wants to trust him - or he wants me to trust him, at least.
I've come too far with this quest to throw it aside over paranoia though. I -know- there is something to good to gain on the other side of this, no matter what they both think. We will bring a little light to the darkness that is Arelith once again, together.
[Tearing Soulhaven Apart]
http://screenshot.xfire.com/s/130038543-4.jpg
http://screenshot.xfire.com/s/130038814-4.jpg
[Victory]
http://screenshot.xfire.com/s/130039882-4.jpg
With Gideion now.
I will trust him. He will try. The Dream gem has been passed into his hands. Part of me feels the need to steal it back but, the gem needs to understand who comes first.
It turns out however, without a doubt in my mind that Amadeo took the scroll. Gideion wants to trust him - or he wants me to trust him, at least.
I've come too far with this quest to throw it aside over paranoia though. I -know- there is something to good to gain on the other side of this, no matter what they both think. We will bring a little light to the darkness that is Arelith once again, together.
[Tearing Soulhaven Apart]
http://screenshot.xfire.com/s/130038543-4.jpg
http://screenshot.xfire.com/s/130038814-4.jpg
[Victory]
http://screenshot.xfire.com/s/130039882-4.jpg
Wishes : Wall-E is Cyborg Jesus.
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Kashisjonny
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Re: Kaliyah's Logs
"Log XV -Unknown Date-"
For the purposes of safety of a certain creatu-- Person, I must refrain from writing too deeply about them now, though with deep regret I do so. I have so far looked upon these logs as nothing but reminders, and a place to, admittedly pathetically, write my sorrows. Though for the first time I write now with a light heart, a smile on my face and a relatively clear mind. Thus, I feel sorrow for not being able to write in extensive detail about this specific person - for it is he, a monster of all things, that has reminded me about what we fight for.
"Although I have no hope in my life, this does not mean that I cannot give hope to others."
- A Golden Monk
It is then in his dedication that I will look back now, to the reasons I follow this path, and to the people that have been by me in my journey, the people better than I could only ever hope to be like one day - the Heroes.
For as long as I've been able to understand what a Fairytale is, being a Hero was what I aspired to be. To stand before the vast legions of Darkness, a single entity, powerful beyond measure defending the innocent from the coming onslaught, to be admired and praised after the struggle, to inspire those that saw to do such acts after I leave.. But see, that is where people slip up when they attempt to understand the concept of a Hero.
Around us, and for good reason, we put ourselves forwards to appear to be fearless paragons of justice, constantly charging into the unknown to overcome impossible odds time and time again. We save the day, drag the innocent from flames, put the wicked to justice. But that is only what you see and hear about. The good things. The things we need you to hear about so you don't slip. The things that put a smile on your face as your friend is returned to your side, safely.
Behind the curtain is a different story, most often. We ask for nothing in return for our services, seeking only a better day. Yet as the days pass by, the months drift on and the years disappear to dust, when you have been doing this duty for nigh on a decade to be met with the hundredth army of destruction stomping to the door of those you love, or the ninety ninth assassin cutting the throat of your friend just to gain the prestige of enraging you, when you are questioning yourself "Why do I do this? Why am I even considering the idea of mercy at this point?", for you know that whence you have crushed this plan of your current nemesis that you will offer him mercy. He will spit in your face with lies and deceit, he will crawl around your legs and beg, lie, cheat and steal until he manipulates that little spark of hope in you to let them go.. A day later he has your City under plague, slaughtering thousands at the expense of your 'hope'.. It is here that the Hero defines themselves from everyone else.
You see a normal man would react, and well within his right, with rage and guilt. He would snap and turn this villain taunting him to dust, and throw his corpse into the nearest fire. This path of rage often does not stop, it becomes an obsession of sorts, seeking revenge against everything that's even remotely a threat to them. They will clear the world up around them, but in doing so they will create a new form of evil, and this cannot be prevented - destruction of this kind is simply not the way. This is what I often fail to understand in my 'moments'.
The Hero on the other hand remains calm and steady. If there is guilt, they overcome it. If there is fear, then it is a gate they walk through. If there is doubt, then they continue moving forwards. We cannot afford, as horrifying as it sounds, to let our failures stop us trying to bring people peace. We cannot let ourselves be dragged down into the spiral of misery and thus become the enemy we fight. We must always strive to show kindness, hope, compassion, loyalty, friendship..
The path of the Hero is one for the insane and the crazy, there is no doubt in my mind. To think that we can change the world with good ideals and not greed or fear is truly madness. Yet I assure you, and by you I mean myself for when we no doubt screw up again, the people we surround ourselves with, the heroes, they are the most honest and greatest people alive - even despite their failures, it is their sacrifices they have made and will continue to make that we must think upon, respect, and forgive.
Now then.
Let's stop brooding and go continue this quest of insanity before Amadeo hurts himself with the scroll.
[Path To Hell]
http://screenshot.xfire.com/s/130041796-4.jpg
[Two Monsters]
http://screenshot.xfire.com/s/130041803-4.jpg
[The Dismal Lands]
http://screenshot.xfire.com/s/130041799-4.jpg
[Golden Monk]
http://screenshot.xfire.com/s/130041807-4.jpg
[A Hero Emerges]
http://screenshot.xfire.com/s/130041808-4.jpg
[Standing Amongst Friends]
http://screenshot.xfire.com/s/130041809-4.jpg
For the purposes of safety of a certain creatu-- Person, I must refrain from writing too deeply about them now, though with deep regret I do so. I have so far looked upon these logs as nothing but reminders, and a place to, admittedly pathetically, write my sorrows. Though for the first time I write now with a light heart, a smile on my face and a relatively clear mind. Thus, I feel sorrow for not being able to write in extensive detail about this specific person - for it is he, a monster of all things, that has reminded me about what we fight for.
"Although I have no hope in my life, this does not mean that I cannot give hope to others."
- A Golden Monk
It is then in his dedication that I will look back now, to the reasons I follow this path, and to the people that have been by me in my journey, the people better than I could only ever hope to be like one day - the Heroes.
For as long as I've been able to understand what a Fairytale is, being a Hero was what I aspired to be. To stand before the vast legions of Darkness, a single entity, powerful beyond measure defending the innocent from the coming onslaught, to be admired and praised after the struggle, to inspire those that saw to do such acts after I leave.. But see, that is where people slip up when they attempt to understand the concept of a Hero.
Around us, and for good reason, we put ourselves forwards to appear to be fearless paragons of justice, constantly charging into the unknown to overcome impossible odds time and time again. We save the day, drag the innocent from flames, put the wicked to justice. But that is only what you see and hear about. The good things. The things we need you to hear about so you don't slip. The things that put a smile on your face as your friend is returned to your side, safely.
Behind the curtain is a different story, most often. We ask for nothing in return for our services, seeking only a better day. Yet as the days pass by, the months drift on and the years disappear to dust, when you have been doing this duty for nigh on a decade to be met with the hundredth army of destruction stomping to the door of those you love, or the ninety ninth assassin cutting the throat of your friend just to gain the prestige of enraging you, when you are questioning yourself "Why do I do this? Why am I even considering the idea of mercy at this point?", for you know that whence you have crushed this plan of your current nemesis that you will offer him mercy. He will spit in your face with lies and deceit, he will crawl around your legs and beg, lie, cheat and steal until he manipulates that little spark of hope in you to let them go.. A day later he has your City under plague, slaughtering thousands at the expense of your 'hope'.. It is here that the Hero defines themselves from everyone else.
You see a normal man would react, and well within his right, with rage and guilt. He would snap and turn this villain taunting him to dust, and throw his corpse into the nearest fire. This path of rage often does not stop, it becomes an obsession of sorts, seeking revenge against everything that's even remotely a threat to them. They will clear the world up around them, but in doing so they will create a new form of evil, and this cannot be prevented - destruction of this kind is simply not the way. This is what I often fail to understand in my 'moments'.
The Hero on the other hand remains calm and steady. If there is guilt, they overcome it. If there is fear, then it is a gate they walk through. If there is doubt, then they continue moving forwards. We cannot afford, as horrifying as it sounds, to let our failures stop us trying to bring people peace. We cannot let ourselves be dragged down into the spiral of misery and thus become the enemy we fight. We must always strive to show kindness, hope, compassion, loyalty, friendship..
The path of the Hero is one for the insane and the crazy, there is no doubt in my mind. To think that we can change the world with good ideals and not greed or fear is truly madness. Yet I assure you, and by you I mean myself for when we no doubt screw up again, the people we surround ourselves with, the heroes, they are the most honest and greatest people alive - even despite their failures, it is their sacrifices they have made and will continue to make that we must think upon, respect, and forgive.
Now then.
Let's stop brooding and go continue this quest of insanity before Amadeo hurts himself with the scroll.
[Path To Hell]
http://screenshot.xfire.com/s/130041796-4.jpg
[Two Monsters]
http://screenshot.xfire.com/s/130041803-4.jpg
[The Dismal Lands]
http://screenshot.xfire.com/s/130041799-4.jpg
[Golden Monk]
http://screenshot.xfire.com/s/130041807-4.jpg
[A Hero Emerges]
http://screenshot.xfire.com/s/130041808-4.jpg
[Standing Amongst Friends]
http://screenshot.xfire.com/s/130041809-4.jpg
Wishes : Wall-E is Cyborg Jesus.
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Kashisjonny
- Posts: 230
- Joined: Mon Sep 08, 2014 5:02 pm
Re: Kaliyah's Logs
"Log XVI -2 Hammer, 101-"
"Aye. I know. There's is work still to be done. I don't ascend, fer my life is nay fer myself. 'Tis fer my kin." - Gilly Mountainlen Of Mount Lion, Cold of Brog-Lands, Servant of Clangeddin.
Humans have an avid tendency to take what they have for granted, I am not completely innocent of this myself of course, yet I am constantly reminded of just how lonely one of the largest races on Faerun is whenever I see one of the other races.
Walking down the streets of Cordor the many times I have in the past, I may on occasion get a nod from a stranger before they swiftly depart the area, or perhaps I may get a smile from a shopkeeper to entice me to view their wares, or as is the most common example be spoken to in an attempt to lure another vote to an ambitious politician. Multiple examples of fake friendship, yet as we as a race are so alone, we allow ourselves to be manipulated in such a fashion despite knowing these things so that we may find a group to 'belong' in. It is a rare thing for a Human to put his life down for strangers of his race, never mind for them all.
Some days ago Gideion and I met a Dwarf whom has been dubbed 'Gilly' within the plane of Earth. Yet again I was reminded just how, quite frankly, beautiful this race is. Most would consider this surprising, that such a blunt, seemingly ignorant, unattractive war-machine can be titled as 'beautiful' but when I gaze upon them I see nothing but a wall of loyalty, unity, commitment and sacrifice.. This Dwarf was no different.
I was scolded immediately by him for asking about the state of the Plane, he was furious that I would consider his fallen comrades as 'normal', but I swiftly apologised and assured him that catching slaves was always a side priority. This surprised him a bit, that two Humans would actually take some time out of their lives to look out for others, but again this just proves my prior point about our sheer selfishness as a race.
As we made our respective introductions, we set together to travel the planes and do our duties of checking all was peaceful. It was here that Gilly knelt by fallen Kinsmen, showing the deepest respect for the dead and surely deep sorrow for their deaths, displaying the Dwarven love for their Kin even in the next life.
He showed his emotions to be true once again as we stepped to Celestia, and gazed upon the Mountains of his afterlife, his paradise. He spoke the words as quoted, and whilst such fine words have no doubt crossed from mouth to mouth of the Dwarves, it has been nothing short of an honor and an inspiration to hear them spoken with such fierce courage and love, beside me.
[Lantern Might]
http://screenshot.xfire.com/s/130043053-4.jpg
[Meeting A Hero]
http://screenshot.xfire.com/s/130043397-4.jpg
[A Thousand Arrows Could Not Stop Him..]
http://screenshot.xfire.com/s/130043398-4.jpg
[The Tunnels Of The Hag]
http://screenshot.xfire.com/s/130043399-4.jpg
[Upon The Docks Of Heaven]
http://screenshot.xfire.com/s/130043403-4.jpg
[Inspired]
http://screenshot.xfire.com/s/130043404-4.jpg
[A Familiar Scene]
http://screenshot.xfire.com/s/130043408-4.jpg
"Aye. I know. There's is work still to be done. I don't ascend, fer my life is nay fer myself. 'Tis fer my kin." - Gilly Mountainlen Of Mount Lion, Cold of Brog-Lands, Servant of Clangeddin.
Humans have an avid tendency to take what they have for granted, I am not completely innocent of this myself of course, yet I am constantly reminded of just how lonely one of the largest races on Faerun is whenever I see one of the other races.
Walking down the streets of Cordor the many times I have in the past, I may on occasion get a nod from a stranger before they swiftly depart the area, or perhaps I may get a smile from a shopkeeper to entice me to view their wares, or as is the most common example be spoken to in an attempt to lure another vote to an ambitious politician. Multiple examples of fake friendship, yet as we as a race are so alone, we allow ourselves to be manipulated in such a fashion despite knowing these things so that we may find a group to 'belong' in. It is a rare thing for a Human to put his life down for strangers of his race, never mind for them all.
Some days ago Gideion and I met a Dwarf whom has been dubbed 'Gilly' within the plane of Earth. Yet again I was reminded just how, quite frankly, beautiful this race is. Most would consider this surprising, that such a blunt, seemingly ignorant, unattractive war-machine can be titled as 'beautiful' but when I gaze upon them I see nothing but a wall of loyalty, unity, commitment and sacrifice.. This Dwarf was no different.
I was scolded immediately by him for asking about the state of the Plane, he was furious that I would consider his fallen comrades as 'normal', but I swiftly apologised and assured him that catching slaves was always a side priority. This surprised him a bit, that two Humans would actually take some time out of their lives to look out for others, but again this just proves my prior point about our sheer selfishness as a race.
As we made our respective introductions, we set together to travel the planes and do our duties of checking all was peaceful. It was here that Gilly knelt by fallen Kinsmen, showing the deepest respect for the dead and surely deep sorrow for their deaths, displaying the Dwarven love for their Kin even in the next life.
He showed his emotions to be true once again as we stepped to Celestia, and gazed upon the Mountains of his afterlife, his paradise. He spoke the words as quoted, and whilst such fine words have no doubt crossed from mouth to mouth of the Dwarves, it has been nothing short of an honor and an inspiration to hear them spoken with such fierce courage and love, beside me.
[Lantern Might]
http://screenshot.xfire.com/s/130043053-4.jpg
[Meeting A Hero]
http://screenshot.xfire.com/s/130043397-4.jpg
[A Thousand Arrows Could Not Stop Him..]
http://screenshot.xfire.com/s/130043398-4.jpg
[The Tunnels Of The Hag]
http://screenshot.xfire.com/s/130043399-4.jpg
[Upon The Docks Of Heaven]
http://screenshot.xfire.com/s/130043403-4.jpg
[Inspired]
http://screenshot.xfire.com/s/130043404-4.jpg
[A Familiar Scene]
http://screenshot.xfire.com/s/130043408-4.jpg
Wishes : Wall-E is Cyborg Jesus.
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Kashisjonny
- Posts: 230
- Joined: Mon Sep 08, 2014 5:02 pm
Re: Kaliyah's Logs
"Log XVII -15 Hammer, 101-"
You owe me nothing, sister Serafine. - Amadeo Pneuma
But you are wrong my friend, I owe you everything.
Everyone needs an Idol to look up to, somebody to learn from and aspire to be like. It is this person they crave the approval of and fear the day they show disappointment. I know I am not the only one to view you in this light, though I am confident in the thought that I have let you down more than any of them. Yet despite the sheer mountain of disappointments from I, you have kept this ship sailing, never once complaining about the workload, never slowing down and never displaying weakness. I cannot tell if you truly have achieved the pinnacle of inner peace or just refuse to keel to the burden of loneliness.
One day perhaps I will understand. But for now, all I can promise to offer is the strength and willingness to learn - and contribute this to the symbol that is Amadeo Pneuma.
[Destruction Of The Nightmare Gem]
http://screenshot.xfire.com/s/130045096-4.jpg
[The Scroll Is Real : The Quest Is False]
http://screenshot.xfire.com/s/130045093-4.jpg
You owe me nothing, sister Serafine. - Amadeo Pneuma
But you are wrong my friend, I owe you everything.
Everyone needs an Idol to look up to, somebody to learn from and aspire to be like. It is this person they crave the approval of and fear the day they show disappointment. I know I am not the only one to view you in this light, though I am confident in the thought that I have let you down more than any of them. Yet despite the sheer mountain of disappointments from I, you have kept this ship sailing, never once complaining about the workload, never slowing down and never displaying weakness. I cannot tell if you truly have achieved the pinnacle of inner peace or just refuse to keel to the burden of loneliness.
One day perhaps I will understand. But for now, all I can promise to offer is the strength and willingness to learn - and contribute this to the symbol that is Amadeo Pneuma.
[Destruction Of The Nightmare Gem]
http://screenshot.xfire.com/s/130045096-4.jpg
[The Scroll Is Real : The Quest Is False]
http://screenshot.xfire.com/s/130045093-4.jpg
Wishes : Wall-E is Cyborg Jesus.
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Kashisjonny
- Posts: 230
- Joined: Mon Sep 08, 2014 5:02 pm
Re: Kaliyah's Logs
"Log XVIII -Unknown Date-"
I do not care for myself anymore, I died with Pearl. I simply keep on living to see her dream unfurl. - Judith Feathermayne
It is an odd thing to have things in common with people known for being little else than unstable psychopaths, yet the past few days have seen me draw closer and closer to the oddity that is Judith Feathermayne.
To summarise the past few days..
We have concluded the Phoenix quest was naught but an attempt of a sleeping Evil to break from its prison. The Black Scroll is the key to releasing the binds that hold it, and would once more raise it from its tomb beneath the Barrow Lands to strike out against the land. Amadeo has concluded the creature may have weakened over the hundreds of years captivity away from its home plane, thus we press forwards with the only logical plan for something like this - To release it, and defeat it, thus banishing it back to its unholy prison in Hell.
Baator has once more been released, the Devils swarm the Keep and the war rages on. It would be nice to comment about a break between then and now, for Amelia's efforts, but alas that was short lived due to the involvement of Thaddaeus and Huemacoatl.
I realise for most the war against Baator has stopped and started over the course of the years, and they allow themselves happinesss when the fighting stopped. Albeit, for me, the war against Hell has been a none-stop engagement of wins and losses. We took a loss when they took the Keep, we gained a victory when we drove them out, and then another when we drove them off from their first attempt at re-taking, though once again we're on the losing side as we return back to this spot. We need the people to rally behind a long-term war now, not just a swift fix to close a portal, this wont end by one single genius idea - I understand that now.
Alongside these two issues, we are still dealing with Kal'axis, the Army Of Light, the Underdark Rising, The God Eater, Sencliff's Re-awakening and...Being a Warlock.
[Here We Go Again]
https://www.dropbox.com/s/amr4stsezssp1 ... 6.png?dl=0
[Sweet Insanity]
https://www.dropbox.com/s/r3l08urhtao9f ... 0.png?dl=0
[Catching Madness]
https://www.dropbox.com/s/bip70cj0ubtc5 ... 9.bmp?dl=0
[Positions..]
https://www.dropbox.com/s/tt3esn06z3l2z ... 5.bmp?dl=0
[Cackles]
https://www.dropbox.com/s/50evi3jly2tsj ... 7.bmp?dl=0
[The Hag]
https://www.dropbox.com/s/4660cnf5pgkg5 ... 3.bmp?dl=0
I do not care for myself anymore, I died with Pearl. I simply keep on living to see her dream unfurl. - Judith Feathermayne
It is an odd thing to have things in common with people known for being little else than unstable psychopaths, yet the past few days have seen me draw closer and closer to the oddity that is Judith Feathermayne.
To summarise the past few days..
We have concluded the Phoenix quest was naught but an attempt of a sleeping Evil to break from its prison. The Black Scroll is the key to releasing the binds that hold it, and would once more raise it from its tomb beneath the Barrow Lands to strike out against the land. Amadeo has concluded the creature may have weakened over the hundreds of years captivity away from its home plane, thus we press forwards with the only logical plan for something like this - To release it, and defeat it, thus banishing it back to its unholy prison in Hell.
Baator has once more been released, the Devils swarm the Keep and the war rages on. It would be nice to comment about a break between then and now, for Amelia's efforts, but alas that was short lived due to the involvement of Thaddaeus and Huemacoatl.
I realise for most the war against Baator has stopped and started over the course of the years, and they allow themselves happinesss when the fighting stopped. Albeit, for me, the war against Hell has been a none-stop engagement of wins and losses. We took a loss when they took the Keep, we gained a victory when we drove them out, and then another when we drove them off from their first attempt at re-taking, though once again we're on the losing side as we return back to this spot. We need the people to rally behind a long-term war now, not just a swift fix to close a portal, this wont end by one single genius idea - I understand that now.
Alongside these two issues, we are still dealing with Kal'axis, the Army Of Light, the Underdark Rising, The God Eater, Sencliff's Re-awakening and...Being a Warlock.
[Here We Go Again]
https://www.dropbox.com/s/amr4stsezssp1 ... 6.png?dl=0
[Sweet Insanity]
https://www.dropbox.com/s/r3l08urhtao9f ... 0.png?dl=0
[Catching Madness]
https://www.dropbox.com/s/bip70cj0ubtc5 ... 9.bmp?dl=0
[Positions..]
https://www.dropbox.com/s/tt3esn06z3l2z ... 5.bmp?dl=0
[Cackles]
https://www.dropbox.com/s/50evi3jly2tsj ... 7.bmp?dl=0
[The Hag]
https://www.dropbox.com/s/4660cnf5pgkg5 ... 3.bmp?dl=0
Wishes : Wall-E is Cyborg Jesus.
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Kashisjonny
- Posts: 230
- Joined: Mon Sep 08, 2014 5:02 pm
Re: Kaliyah's Logs
"Log XIX -24 Alturiak, 101-"
This miserable feeling is a guidance. It lets us weigh the sacrifice. Think it over in our mind. Without our hearts, the sacrifice seems meaningless. And making another does not look like such a bad thing. - Amana
We spoke back and forth, more hours passed than I originally intended to let pass, her words stung like ice gripping my heart. I did not wish to relate to this person, 'nor have anything to do with her, or even acknowledge her existence. She, a person whom had done me a great betrayal, one whom had somehow managed to become a creature I despised more than Dragons, now stood before me to make amends.
With every few words spoke I felt a bitter lump in my throat, tears forming but held down by anger, though I could hear my own words ringing back to me, to listen, to try and forgive.
When I first met Amana, I was positively enthralled by her much akin to the many others that view her so. For once there was a politician standing up for the right things, wielding her allies and friends with a keen and caring mind, striking out against the many Demons that plague our lands, and for once not just for a statue or such to be made of them. I would have put down my life for this womans Ideals, to see a better world crafted by the hands of love, rather than those of pride and greed.
I remember observing her, studying, seeking to view her in the same light as I do Amadeo, I remember seeing how she approached situations, how she dealt with her people, and how she delicately led Wharftown to be a respectable shimmer of Light amongst Arelith.
But I am a jealous, bitter, envious and selfish creature when I am not careful. It did not take my thoughts long to drift towards the attention she was getting from.. Others. It was not something I could ignore or walk away from, I was commited to love at this point, and whence I detached myself from a loveless lifestyle It became a drug.
Pain.
More pain than I have felt in my life. I would prefer a thousand Balor blades to rage through my heart than feel it again. It stings. It rips. It tears. I feel misery rising up as I write this, I can feel the strings of my heart pulling as I force myself to be reminded.
Yet I was new to this feeling, and it was overbearing, still is overbearing when it rises. Part of me wanted to act against her, if she can use her skill to take what I love, then surely I can use my strength to take what she loves? That is the lesson she sought to teach?..Nay.
In truth I did not deserve love. Nor did I deserve any treasure of happiness. I had more blood on my hands than half these would be villains. I was a menace and could see then, this was simply the Gods way of punishing me. Those selfish sky-creatures that take insult to the fact I do not kneel to them, thus their way of forcing me to wield my blade for them is to take away everything I love, and drive me to the wars.
This was not something I would live for. I was not, and am not a puppet of the Divines. I would end my life in the way I had sought to all my life, engaged in combat with my prime enemy, a blade in my hand and its heart clenched around my hand, we would die together this enemy and I.
I gave my final farewells to Gideion, short and sweet, fast as a bolt and devoid of care. I wanted him to be happy. It was a fools thought to think that I of all people could be allowed such a cherished thing as love.
I made my way through the harsh lands of the Darkspires, warming my blade in the blood of the barbarians and minor wyrms that got in my path. I could feel the fire rising in me, the same fire that rages in the darkest of my moments, I felt it in my battles against the Banites, this fire that Ramirez so often awoken within me - it is a weapon, yet it also signals danger and death.
It did not take long to come face to face with my enemy, human against Dragon, warrior against beast, monster against monster. I took the foul shape of a Red Wyrm as I tackled this beast, and turned the hate, rage and fear against it that had been boiling over the weeks.
We tore each other apart. Never before had I fought such a beast. I felt my bones breaking. Heart slowing. Blood dripping. Yet the Gods were too selfish to let me die then. I shouldn't have walked out of that alive. This was not how I wished it to end. The pain was still there. I felt no happiness from slaying this creature. The snowball of loneliness became larger then, and down into the deep dark bowels of depression I sank.
Over the course of the next few years Gideion and I bounced back and forth, ideals and desires clashing. I've never gone from loving to hating and then back to loving a person so fast and so often in my live. He is addicting. And I cannot, despite how many times tried, keep him away. Yet he has made promises. Promises I will hold him to. Promises I will cherish and chain myself onto. Though truly I am a pathetic thing. He knows he could break these promises, engage the life he wished, and still I would relent when he decided to release me from my agony for yet another chance.
Yet despite the above, despite how much I have learned to hate this woman and what she has drove me through, It was she whom put her fears aside to fix the cracks that had formed.
She is older now. Wiser. I cling to her words like a student to their teacher. I relate to her. I can understand this emptiness she is going through. I am envious still, jealous of what she is, and I admit it so, but only in the sense I wish to learn from this new found wisdom, and help mend her own broken heart.
I forgive you Amana.
I thank thee for lifting this great burden from me. The fire is tamed.
[Treasured Moments]
https://www.dropbox.com/s/kzbvx3ql9j5ez ... 2.png?dl=0
[Mending Friendships]
https://www.dropbox.com/s/p3v6x6w8ldby9 ... 2.bmp?dl=0
[A Burden Lifted]
https://www.dropbox.com/s/mcnnumj5tfz9w ... 8.png?dl=0
[Facing Our Demons]
https://www.dropbox.com/s/idavapudeutwg ... 3.bmp?dl=0
This miserable feeling is a guidance. It lets us weigh the sacrifice. Think it over in our mind. Without our hearts, the sacrifice seems meaningless. And making another does not look like such a bad thing. - Amana
We spoke back and forth, more hours passed than I originally intended to let pass, her words stung like ice gripping my heart. I did not wish to relate to this person, 'nor have anything to do with her, or even acknowledge her existence. She, a person whom had done me a great betrayal, one whom had somehow managed to become a creature I despised more than Dragons, now stood before me to make amends.
With every few words spoke I felt a bitter lump in my throat, tears forming but held down by anger, though I could hear my own words ringing back to me, to listen, to try and forgive.
When I first met Amana, I was positively enthralled by her much akin to the many others that view her so. For once there was a politician standing up for the right things, wielding her allies and friends with a keen and caring mind, striking out against the many Demons that plague our lands, and for once not just for a statue or such to be made of them. I would have put down my life for this womans Ideals, to see a better world crafted by the hands of love, rather than those of pride and greed.
I remember observing her, studying, seeking to view her in the same light as I do Amadeo, I remember seeing how she approached situations, how she dealt with her people, and how she delicately led Wharftown to be a respectable shimmer of Light amongst Arelith.
But I am a jealous, bitter, envious and selfish creature when I am not careful. It did not take my thoughts long to drift towards the attention she was getting from.. Others. It was not something I could ignore or walk away from, I was commited to love at this point, and whence I detached myself from a loveless lifestyle It became a drug.
Pain.
More pain than I have felt in my life. I would prefer a thousand Balor blades to rage through my heart than feel it again. It stings. It rips. It tears. I feel misery rising up as I write this, I can feel the strings of my heart pulling as I force myself to be reminded.
Yet I was new to this feeling, and it was overbearing, still is overbearing when it rises. Part of me wanted to act against her, if she can use her skill to take what I love, then surely I can use my strength to take what she loves? That is the lesson she sought to teach?..Nay.
In truth I did not deserve love. Nor did I deserve any treasure of happiness. I had more blood on my hands than half these would be villains. I was a menace and could see then, this was simply the Gods way of punishing me. Those selfish sky-creatures that take insult to the fact I do not kneel to them, thus their way of forcing me to wield my blade for them is to take away everything I love, and drive me to the wars.
This was not something I would live for. I was not, and am not a puppet of the Divines. I would end my life in the way I had sought to all my life, engaged in combat with my prime enemy, a blade in my hand and its heart clenched around my hand, we would die together this enemy and I.
I gave my final farewells to Gideion, short and sweet, fast as a bolt and devoid of care. I wanted him to be happy. It was a fools thought to think that I of all people could be allowed such a cherished thing as love.
I made my way through the harsh lands of the Darkspires, warming my blade in the blood of the barbarians and minor wyrms that got in my path. I could feel the fire rising in me, the same fire that rages in the darkest of my moments, I felt it in my battles against the Banites, this fire that Ramirez so often awoken within me - it is a weapon, yet it also signals danger and death.
It did not take long to come face to face with my enemy, human against Dragon, warrior against beast, monster against monster. I took the foul shape of a Red Wyrm as I tackled this beast, and turned the hate, rage and fear against it that had been boiling over the weeks.
We tore each other apart. Never before had I fought such a beast. I felt my bones breaking. Heart slowing. Blood dripping. Yet the Gods were too selfish to let me die then. I shouldn't have walked out of that alive. This was not how I wished it to end. The pain was still there. I felt no happiness from slaying this creature. The snowball of loneliness became larger then, and down into the deep dark bowels of depression I sank.
Over the course of the next few years Gideion and I bounced back and forth, ideals and desires clashing. I've never gone from loving to hating and then back to loving a person so fast and so often in my live. He is addicting. And I cannot, despite how many times tried, keep him away. Yet he has made promises. Promises I will hold him to. Promises I will cherish and chain myself onto. Though truly I am a pathetic thing. He knows he could break these promises, engage the life he wished, and still I would relent when he decided to release me from my agony for yet another chance.
Yet despite the above, despite how much I have learned to hate this woman and what she has drove me through, It was she whom put her fears aside to fix the cracks that had formed.
She is older now. Wiser. I cling to her words like a student to their teacher. I relate to her. I can understand this emptiness she is going through. I am envious still, jealous of what she is, and I admit it so, but only in the sense I wish to learn from this new found wisdom, and help mend her own broken heart.
I forgive you Amana.
I thank thee for lifting this great burden from me. The fire is tamed.
[Treasured Moments]
https://www.dropbox.com/s/kzbvx3ql9j5ez ... 2.png?dl=0
[Mending Friendships]
https://www.dropbox.com/s/p3v6x6w8ldby9 ... 2.bmp?dl=0
[A Burden Lifted]
https://www.dropbox.com/s/mcnnumj5tfz9w ... 8.png?dl=0
[Facing Our Demons]
https://www.dropbox.com/s/idavapudeutwg ... 3.bmp?dl=0
Wishes : Wall-E is Cyborg Jesus.
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Kashisjonny
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- Joined: Mon Sep 08, 2014 5:02 pm
Re: Kaliyah's Logs
"Log XX -8 Tarsakh 101-"
I think I am finding that.. Expressing ones emotion through battle is just hiding what one truly wants to say, or feel. It is a language in itself. Yet so few people are shown a true smile, or a warm embrace, that the only way they can communicate is through a sword or a fist. - Kaliyah Serafine
There is saying I try to live by :
"I would rather the world stabs me in the back ; than stab It in the back myself"
Despite every bit of my worried mind telling me not to trust Gabriel Lace, to turn her away and drive her back into the dark, I have opted not to. This is a woman whom wishes to turn the world to rubble, eliminate Gods and turn our very existence into nothing. Essentially she is just another reflection of the Abyss. At least if you go by simplifying everything a person says to judge them easily, but one cannot and should not do that with people.
Nay, young Gabriel I have found is in fact very soft hearted, open to cherishing the things around her and for all intents and purposes could be considered a normal, beautiful person. Her end plan is naturally not something I agree with, nor would I stand to see it come to pass, but this does not mean I cannot take the time between then and now to try and re-direct her path. Sadly though, words are not something I would consider my strong point. I do not have wise teachings to lay upon her, no Gods to try and lure her to, no riches or treasures to offer.. Thus the only thing I can attempt is to understand her, create a bond, and hope that somewhere down the line I say, or show something that may help change her mind about her path.
This is not the first time I've tried this approach though, and without a doubt the 'other' side can offer far more than I can in terms of monetary gain and possessions. What I can offer forth to people is a possible understanding of why they act in anger, how it comes about, what they can do to curb the rage, and how one will gain much more from keeping the blade sheathed and turning the other cheek in forgiveness.
Pride.
Pride is what stops us from forgiving others, and what stops us from saving many. The amount of people whom are ignored, cast aside, shunned or even outright killed for 'possibly working with the enemy' over the sakes of our pride is substantial. One would think that the servants of Good are immune to this, but alas, I see this dark sin in the hearts of 'Good' men and women more so than any others. If we could put the fear of failing aside for a few moments, stop seeking to win our wars in swift blade swings or court cases, stop screaming at the Heavens every time a Criminal breaks exile and instead -approach- our foes with an open palm and desire to care and understand, then we may begin to make some progress on this Island. It is not a one conversation fix though. This is what I have tried and failed to make people understand. It takes time, effort, and a lot of energy to show a person that there is more to the world than ignorant politicians and greedy men.
I suppose in the end I cannot blame people for feeling murdering a simple thief or exile breaker is justified. Within most settlements, Law is a God, and God is an angry and vengeful creature.
[Enjoying Life]
https://www.dropbox.com/s/umsx77eqdcrcd ... 4.png?dl=0
[Rescue Mission]
https://www.dropbox.com/s/0o3qgnmp403qr ... 4.bmp?dl=0
[Trio Of Insanity]
https://www.dropbox.com/s/5thx9f0eclk27 ... 3.png?dl=0
[The War Continues]
https://www.dropbox.com/s/2kddipdhm2izp ... 6.png?dl=0
[A Hero Amongst Elves]
https://www.dropbox.com/s/u293we694n1mc ... 6.bmp?dl=0
I think I am finding that.. Expressing ones emotion through battle is just hiding what one truly wants to say, or feel. It is a language in itself. Yet so few people are shown a true smile, or a warm embrace, that the only way they can communicate is through a sword or a fist. - Kaliyah Serafine
There is saying I try to live by :
"I would rather the world stabs me in the back ; than stab It in the back myself"
Despite every bit of my worried mind telling me not to trust Gabriel Lace, to turn her away and drive her back into the dark, I have opted not to. This is a woman whom wishes to turn the world to rubble, eliminate Gods and turn our very existence into nothing. Essentially she is just another reflection of the Abyss. At least if you go by simplifying everything a person says to judge them easily, but one cannot and should not do that with people.
Nay, young Gabriel I have found is in fact very soft hearted, open to cherishing the things around her and for all intents and purposes could be considered a normal, beautiful person. Her end plan is naturally not something I agree with, nor would I stand to see it come to pass, but this does not mean I cannot take the time between then and now to try and re-direct her path. Sadly though, words are not something I would consider my strong point. I do not have wise teachings to lay upon her, no Gods to try and lure her to, no riches or treasures to offer.. Thus the only thing I can attempt is to understand her, create a bond, and hope that somewhere down the line I say, or show something that may help change her mind about her path.
This is not the first time I've tried this approach though, and without a doubt the 'other' side can offer far more than I can in terms of monetary gain and possessions. What I can offer forth to people is a possible understanding of why they act in anger, how it comes about, what they can do to curb the rage, and how one will gain much more from keeping the blade sheathed and turning the other cheek in forgiveness.
Pride.
Pride is what stops us from forgiving others, and what stops us from saving many. The amount of people whom are ignored, cast aside, shunned or even outright killed for 'possibly working with the enemy' over the sakes of our pride is substantial. One would think that the servants of Good are immune to this, but alas, I see this dark sin in the hearts of 'Good' men and women more so than any others. If we could put the fear of failing aside for a few moments, stop seeking to win our wars in swift blade swings or court cases, stop screaming at the Heavens every time a Criminal breaks exile and instead -approach- our foes with an open palm and desire to care and understand, then we may begin to make some progress on this Island. It is not a one conversation fix though. This is what I have tried and failed to make people understand. It takes time, effort, and a lot of energy to show a person that there is more to the world than ignorant politicians and greedy men.
I suppose in the end I cannot blame people for feeling murdering a simple thief or exile breaker is justified. Within most settlements, Law is a God, and God is an angry and vengeful creature.
[Enjoying Life]
https://www.dropbox.com/s/umsx77eqdcrcd ... 4.png?dl=0
[Rescue Mission]
https://www.dropbox.com/s/0o3qgnmp403qr ... 4.bmp?dl=0
[Trio Of Insanity]
https://www.dropbox.com/s/5thx9f0eclk27 ... 3.png?dl=0
[The War Continues]
https://www.dropbox.com/s/2kddipdhm2izp ... 6.png?dl=0
[A Hero Amongst Elves]
https://www.dropbox.com/s/u293we694n1mc ... 6.bmp?dl=0
Wishes : Wall-E is Cyborg Jesus.
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Kashisjonny
- Posts: 230
- Joined: Mon Sep 08, 2014 5:02 pm
Re: Kaliyah's Logs
"Log XXI -2 Mirtul 101-"
Kaliyah you -- you are loved ... - Gabriel Lace
In the past few days we have battled legions of Devils, overcome a Godlike elemental, desecrated a resting tomb of a Knight of Benwick, fought off the most wicked of wraiths, and then traveled deep into the heart of Glorag to finally put an end to the Army of Light - by butchering Celestial beings no less.
The Gods have rewarded me for the sacrifices I have made for their great world, by, yes, no more Gideion.
Promises have been broken.
But there was no anger this time. Just a new void of emptiness to drag along. I think by the time he gave his speech I'd already seen it coming and prepared for it. I gave him a simple tap on the shoulder to say it was fine, and departed with broken heart for Gabriel's company.
If I have learned anything in the past few months, tis that in times of great sorrow to put yourself near somebody you know cares for you. Perhaps though, I should have picked somebody.. Else.
I have not been blind to her words, 'nor the reasoning behind the gifts and the attention she has offered. Simply that my loyalty at the time was for another. Yet now, no less than two hours from walking away from Gideion, I've delved into a new obsession.
I am a fool. A hundred times over. A fool, fool, a fool.
At this point I should be disciplined enough to not waltz into these games of love. These games are dangerous. They will bring only misery. I have put her at great risk from sheer selfishness and myself as well.
But I do not think I care of what will happen.
I want to give and take as much happiness as can be drained from this fruit.
Either way, love or no love, happy or unhappy, at the end of the day there is always going to be something ready to ruin our lives for the next year. I can at least cling onto that silly little thing of hope, and mayhaps we might gain a somewhat happy ending for Gabriel and myself..
Well.
We can hope.
[Welcome To My Life]
https://www.dropbox.com/s/oxii90hpp50hs ... 2.png?dl=0
[Victory Over Books]
https://www.dropbox.com/s/uzydmeo9lfl2f ... 4.bmp?dl=0
[Desecrating Tombs]
https://www.dropbox.com/s/k2judq896no2x ... 5.bmp?dl=0
[Retreat]
https://www.dropbox.com/s/0afkc3q3exnj4 ... 0.bmp?dl=0
[Improvised Crossbow Training]
https://www.dropbox.com/s/4980ovvrprq49 ... 4.bmp?dl=0
[Wharftown Unites]
https://www.dropbox.com/s/p4u7h9dfvp8qw ... 4.png?dl=0
[Down Into Glorag..]
https://www.dropbox.com/s/lxxh6w6l3utqw ... 9.png?dl=0
[Battling The Clockwork Dragon]
https://www.dropbox.com/s/5x7865g9ecm4u ... 1.png?dl=0
[Deactivated Watcher]
https://www.dropbox.com/s/ep0jn44ljtbwf ... 2.png?dl=0
[Battle Against The Army Of Light]
https://www.dropbox.com/s/38nd81dkb58a7 ... 2.png?dl=0
[Celestial Slaughter]
https://www.dropbox.com/s/3mv9krmssf55b ... 9.png?dl=0
[Our Guilt]
https://www.dropbox.com/s/qgibf9k8cojba ... 5.png?dl=0
[Heroic? Exit]
https://www.dropbox.com/s/4zt6tuacpeyj0 ... 9.png?dl=0
[Hello Gabriel.]
https://www.dropbox.com/s/ikoi6cvmd8fgb ... 0.png?dl=0
Kaliyah you -- you are loved ... - Gabriel Lace
In the past few days we have battled legions of Devils, overcome a Godlike elemental, desecrated a resting tomb of a Knight of Benwick, fought off the most wicked of wraiths, and then traveled deep into the heart of Glorag to finally put an end to the Army of Light - by butchering Celestial beings no less.
The Gods have rewarded me for the sacrifices I have made for their great world, by, yes, no more Gideion.
Promises have been broken.
But there was no anger this time. Just a new void of emptiness to drag along. I think by the time he gave his speech I'd already seen it coming and prepared for it. I gave him a simple tap on the shoulder to say it was fine, and departed with broken heart for Gabriel's company.
If I have learned anything in the past few months, tis that in times of great sorrow to put yourself near somebody you know cares for you. Perhaps though, I should have picked somebody.. Else.
I have not been blind to her words, 'nor the reasoning behind the gifts and the attention she has offered. Simply that my loyalty at the time was for another. Yet now, no less than two hours from walking away from Gideion, I've delved into a new obsession.
I am a fool. A hundred times over. A fool, fool, a fool.
At this point I should be disciplined enough to not waltz into these games of love. These games are dangerous. They will bring only misery. I have put her at great risk from sheer selfishness and myself as well.
But I do not think I care of what will happen.
I want to give and take as much happiness as can be drained from this fruit.
Either way, love or no love, happy or unhappy, at the end of the day there is always going to be something ready to ruin our lives for the next year. I can at least cling onto that silly little thing of hope, and mayhaps we might gain a somewhat happy ending for Gabriel and myself..
Well.
We can hope.
[Welcome To My Life]
https://www.dropbox.com/s/oxii90hpp50hs ... 2.png?dl=0
[Victory Over Books]
https://www.dropbox.com/s/uzydmeo9lfl2f ... 4.bmp?dl=0
[Desecrating Tombs]
https://www.dropbox.com/s/k2judq896no2x ... 5.bmp?dl=0
[Retreat]
https://www.dropbox.com/s/0afkc3q3exnj4 ... 0.bmp?dl=0
[Improvised Crossbow Training]
https://www.dropbox.com/s/4980ovvrprq49 ... 4.bmp?dl=0
[Wharftown Unites]
https://www.dropbox.com/s/p4u7h9dfvp8qw ... 4.png?dl=0
[Down Into Glorag..]
https://www.dropbox.com/s/lxxh6w6l3utqw ... 9.png?dl=0
[Battling The Clockwork Dragon]
https://www.dropbox.com/s/5x7865g9ecm4u ... 1.png?dl=0
[Deactivated Watcher]
https://www.dropbox.com/s/ep0jn44ljtbwf ... 2.png?dl=0
[Battle Against The Army Of Light]
https://www.dropbox.com/s/38nd81dkb58a7 ... 2.png?dl=0
[Celestial Slaughter]
https://www.dropbox.com/s/3mv9krmssf55b ... 9.png?dl=0
[Our Guilt]
https://www.dropbox.com/s/qgibf9k8cojba ... 5.png?dl=0
[Heroic? Exit]
https://www.dropbox.com/s/4zt6tuacpeyj0 ... 9.png?dl=0
[Hello Gabriel.]
https://www.dropbox.com/s/ikoi6cvmd8fgb ... 0.png?dl=0
Wishes : Wall-E is Cyborg Jesus.
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Kashisjonny
- Posts: 230
- Joined: Mon Sep 08, 2014 5:02 pm
Re: Kaliyah's Logs
"Log XXII -15 eleint 101-"
"A wise man is not one who doesn't make mistakes. It is one who doesn't make mistakes twice." - Amadeo Pneuma
Life is a constant push and pull of things trying to destroy you and things trying to keep you moving. Currently however, without a doubt the things that seek to drive me forwards are winning the aforementioned war.
My last few weeks of journal silence have been spent going from one battle to another, though by my side with each obstacle overcome has been Gabriel. I struggle now to hold this quill still, and to force myself to not think, let alone not write about how amazing this woman is. This woman wh--[Scratched out]
I will begin then instead by detailing our venture through Mourn Manour, the Dread Fortress atop the Spires. We ventured there some weeks ago, Gabriel, Caistina, Emerald and myself with the intention of mapping the place, uncovering any secrets and driving back the dark-men and beasts that infest the place.
Four towers. Freezing cold harsh winds. Nightmarishly powerful Undead. Foul human mercenaries. Demons. Devils.
Mourn is impossible to pick out on exactly who runs the place, is it the Demons, the Undead or the Mercenaries? Even more so, why are there Devils in this place working alongside the Demons? Is this some new kind of alliance in the making we've managed to overlook? Who is paying these mercenaries? The Abyss? Does the Abyss need mercenaries of this kind for this kind of operation? What role do the Vampires have in this place? They were here before the Demons, I am to understand which would suggest they have either made alliance with the new inhabitants of unturned Humans Demons, or have simply been forced into servitude themselves.. There are many questions, questions that will be a tireless effort to find answers too. Until proper time is found, for now the Knights and allies will simply have to focus on keeping them contained.
Benwick.
The Knights collectively, in our own time and together have assaulted the Devils every chance that rises. They show no signs of weakness still, and are as eager as ever to engage us in battle. Gabriel and I pressed down into the Blasted Lands of Avernus in attempts to cut down their numbers, from time to time we manage to save one of the Chosen, though the frustration of desperately sprinting across a War-Torn land to save a man that has stupidly thrown himself into a battle he cannot win has boiled over a few times.. Luckily, there are plenty of Devils in the area to unleash that frustration out on, and my own personal Angel to ramble endlessly to about such.
We have cut down a Hellfire Wyrm - The Styx Dragon during our Wars below, a creature that used to be infinitely less difficult to tackle. Though with this strange wave of Draconic Power embracing the Island, even the Dragons in Hell have become a force to be reckoned with. I will not let this shake my crusade though, these animals deserve nothing less than complete genocide.
In lighter news of Benwick, we have made proper contact with the new Triad House of which one cannot help but be impressed by their commitment to their work. It warms my heart so to see wielding the title Paladin and champions of Good with such tenacity. If lingering around Cordor was easier for me, I verily imagine I would spend more time in their home, trying to understand their folk a bit better.. Hm, but then again mayhaps my influence around them is not necessarily a good idea.. Never the less, we have told them just about everything possible to be remembered and known about Benwick, The War and Celestia's 'actions'. I do not see it happening any time soon, but perhaps together we may find the broken key shards holding the Hell gate open and put an end to this.
Finally there has been war with the Dark. The line I drew to not get martially involved in this conflict has been severely crossed over. Duergars alongside Kobolds and other allies assaulted a party in the Spires whom were attempting to escape, amongst these people Gideion and Ossian. Whilst I have banished prior feelings of Gideion, he is still a Knight, and more so he is still trying hard to aid the good-folk of this land, even more than that he is an inhabitant of this Island.
When the monsters from below decided they have the right to use the Surfacers as animals to hunt for sport, we made the decision to treat these fiends as so, brutish animals that need reminding of where their territory ends.
Naturally this was not the only reason for the war, this was just the final straw. Vh'larra simply put, got greedy and too comfortable with their position. Raids every week, plots, schemes, slave after slave taken.. War was the only outcome.
We struck out from Wharftown, first engaging Torvas whom was plotting a raid of his own from the Dark. A perfect choice for the Lion in I to get warmed up. We split him from his allies, when Torvas attempted a dash into the forest of Malar. In that split second I remembered everything I loved about battle, more so I love the hunt. Blood pumped through I, my senses keened, I saw the patterns of movement ahead of time and by the time my mind came back to me, he was at the edge of my blade panting desperately from the wounds sustained by myself and the others.
Here now we had the infamous Malarite, Torvas. Such a wicked beast had been in my sights for some time, but I had opted to leave him for others to deal with, but everyone likes to see how far they can go over the line before the Lion shows its teeth.
He got to his feet. Refused to kneel. Refused to give up. Put faith in his God and thus I challenged him. Two beasts locked in a cage with their chosen claws to tear into each other. Hah! Even writing about this I remember the sheer feeling of euphoria to be drawn into this kind of battle!
I wanted to make him hurt, though. I wanted to embarrass him. Make him scream, claw, scratch and beg for mercy. I was filled with hate, filled with anger, the Lion was out and the meal before it was the perfect opportunity to sharpen claws and sharpen teeth.. The Malarite did fight hard, and both the Lion and I respect a last stand in battle. I took strikes to test his famed strength and rage, he was more accurate and powerful than one originally gave credit for, I felt claws and teeth dig down through my armor, I felt the blood rush, he was blind and swinging wildly, there was no desperation in his eyes that wasn't overcome with his blind rage.. Yes, he fought hard. A shame our paths had to cross like this, I imagine I would have enjoyed to study his style a bit more.
Torvas was eventually dealt with however, Gabriel and I left him in the hands of the others as alongside Caistina we pressed down into the Underdark. Names were collected, the Golden Monk passed on to us his requests for us to be merciful.. Mercy. Here. In the Underdark? After what they have done? Tsh. Despite anger felt, he was right and mercy had to be shown. We are after all, Knights.
We took our first patrols about the Flood Plains, and within hours we crossed the largest Orog I have seen. With foul red wings, an axe of Inferno and a Demonic looking presence I recognised this scum instantly. Tor Unthal.
I could hear the whispers of my Codex influencing my thoughts, this creature was a Half-Dragon, and Half-Dragons are foul disgusting creatures. Even Caistina is kept at arms length, always being watched, always studying her, always being ready for her to fall into the darkest embraces of the Red Dragon.
We stood and spoke, threats were made, our intentions made clear, options given and surprisingly so the Orog stood his ground. He was willing to avoid battle, smart enough to understand he was outmatched but prideful enough to not flee. Respectable Gabriel says. My thoughts are biased.
Eventually we landed on that the Orog would carry our intent to slaughter, he was granted Merciful exit and untouched. After all, the initial plan was to terrorize and chase, not to cause a bloodbath unless absolutely necessary.
A tenday later we made our second raid, this time we were going for Jharrik. This creature would get no mercy. We scried, moved, hunted, encountered Goblins of the Undergrove, let them go, scried again.
The Goblins reported our movements back to Jharrik and the Drow.
From the little we scried, it seemed they were panicked. Organised, but panicked. I give them respect here that they simply did not get together a war party and come hunting us, as that was what I had them planned to be doing. Instead they opted to summon Gabriel, but we were faster. We crossed them in the Sharps and made for the Docks, and from there we held the bridge where they would need to get past to summon Gabriel.
Herein it gets complicated. Azuilah and Cel'yse came to negotiate, unknowingly to us. Strythio on the other hand had other plans. We gave the simple command to not move, but this monster whom I later came to understand took glee in the chaos of things like this taunted us so, stepping around and asking 'Like this'. Chaos is funny until you have a rapier in your neck.
We collected the other two during the battle, and to the Gnoll caves we had our negotiations.
Now with luck, some observing, and a bit of hope we have come to agreeable terms. This then for the time being means a truce. Will the Drow honor it? Hm.
It is now I fear I must turn my attention to the apprentice I failed to keep from his path. A warrior who can perhaps equal me in martial strength. Something he wants to prove himself stronger at. I feel more inclined to simply lay my blade down and let him claim victory. In my eyes, I failed in being strong when he decided to keep on this path.
Things may change though. My thoughts are still heavily clouded concerning he. I dream of a good outcome, but I must force myself into reality and prepare for the worst..
[Dark Magic Of Malar]
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[Visiting Other Knights]
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[The Path To Mourn]
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[Demons Of The Mountain]
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[Catacombs]
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[My Failed Apprentice]
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[Watching The Leaves]
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[Gate To Hell]
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[Tackling The Styx]
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[Wise Old Duergars]
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[Ice Roads]
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[Engagement With Tor]
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[Treacherous Goblins]
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[Spying]
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[Battle For The Bridge]
https://www.dropbox.com/s/js1wzaoxxc8q3 ... 1.bmp?dl=0
[Diplomacy]
https://www.dropbox.com/s/ogq8cw1vbbexa ... 9.bmp?dl=0
"A wise man is not one who doesn't make mistakes. It is one who doesn't make mistakes twice." - Amadeo Pneuma
Life is a constant push and pull of things trying to destroy you and things trying to keep you moving. Currently however, without a doubt the things that seek to drive me forwards are winning the aforementioned war.
My last few weeks of journal silence have been spent going from one battle to another, though by my side with each obstacle overcome has been Gabriel. I struggle now to hold this quill still, and to force myself to not think, let alone not write about how amazing this woman is. This woman wh--[Scratched out]
I will begin then instead by detailing our venture through Mourn Manour, the Dread Fortress atop the Spires. We ventured there some weeks ago, Gabriel, Caistina, Emerald and myself with the intention of mapping the place, uncovering any secrets and driving back the dark-men and beasts that infest the place.
Four towers. Freezing cold harsh winds. Nightmarishly powerful Undead. Foul human mercenaries. Demons. Devils.
Mourn is impossible to pick out on exactly who runs the place, is it the Demons, the Undead or the Mercenaries? Even more so, why are there Devils in this place working alongside the Demons? Is this some new kind of alliance in the making we've managed to overlook? Who is paying these mercenaries? The Abyss? Does the Abyss need mercenaries of this kind for this kind of operation? What role do the Vampires have in this place? They were here before the Demons, I am to understand which would suggest they have either made alliance with the new inhabitants of unturned Humans Demons, or have simply been forced into servitude themselves.. There are many questions, questions that will be a tireless effort to find answers too. Until proper time is found, for now the Knights and allies will simply have to focus on keeping them contained.
Benwick.
The Knights collectively, in our own time and together have assaulted the Devils every chance that rises. They show no signs of weakness still, and are as eager as ever to engage us in battle. Gabriel and I pressed down into the Blasted Lands of Avernus in attempts to cut down their numbers, from time to time we manage to save one of the Chosen, though the frustration of desperately sprinting across a War-Torn land to save a man that has stupidly thrown himself into a battle he cannot win has boiled over a few times.. Luckily, there are plenty of Devils in the area to unleash that frustration out on, and my own personal Angel to ramble endlessly to about such.
We have cut down a Hellfire Wyrm - The Styx Dragon during our Wars below, a creature that used to be infinitely less difficult to tackle. Though with this strange wave of Draconic Power embracing the Island, even the Dragons in Hell have become a force to be reckoned with. I will not let this shake my crusade though, these animals deserve nothing less than complete genocide.
In lighter news of Benwick, we have made proper contact with the new Triad House of which one cannot help but be impressed by their commitment to their work. It warms my heart so to see wielding the title Paladin and champions of Good with such tenacity. If lingering around Cordor was easier for me, I verily imagine I would spend more time in their home, trying to understand their folk a bit better.. Hm, but then again mayhaps my influence around them is not necessarily a good idea.. Never the less, we have told them just about everything possible to be remembered and known about Benwick, The War and Celestia's 'actions'. I do not see it happening any time soon, but perhaps together we may find the broken key shards holding the Hell gate open and put an end to this.
Finally there has been war with the Dark. The line I drew to not get martially involved in this conflict has been severely crossed over. Duergars alongside Kobolds and other allies assaulted a party in the Spires whom were attempting to escape, amongst these people Gideion and Ossian. Whilst I have banished prior feelings of Gideion, he is still a Knight, and more so he is still trying hard to aid the good-folk of this land, even more than that he is an inhabitant of this Island.
When the monsters from below decided they have the right to use the Surfacers as animals to hunt for sport, we made the decision to treat these fiends as so, brutish animals that need reminding of where their territory ends.
Naturally this was not the only reason for the war, this was just the final straw. Vh'larra simply put, got greedy and too comfortable with their position. Raids every week, plots, schemes, slave after slave taken.. War was the only outcome.
We struck out from Wharftown, first engaging Torvas whom was plotting a raid of his own from the Dark. A perfect choice for the Lion in I to get warmed up. We split him from his allies, when Torvas attempted a dash into the forest of Malar. In that split second I remembered everything I loved about battle, more so I love the hunt. Blood pumped through I, my senses keened, I saw the patterns of movement ahead of time and by the time my mind came back to me, he was at the edge of my blade panting desperately from the wounds sustained by myself and the others.
Here now we had the infamous Malarite, Torvas. Such a wicked beast had been in my sights for some time, but I had opted to leave him for others to deal with, but everyone likes to see how far they can go over the line before the Lion shows its teeth.
He got to his feet. Refused to kneel. Refused to give up. Put faith in his God and thus I challenged him. Two beasts locked in a cage with their chosen claws to tear into each other. Hah! Even writing about this I remember the sheer feeling of euphoria to be drawn into this kind of battle!
I wanted to make him hurt, though. I wanted to embarrass him. Make him scream, claw, scratch and beg for mercy. I was filled with hate, filled with anger, the Lion was out and the meal before it was the perfect opportunity to sharpen claws and sharpen teeth.. The Malarite did fight hard, and both the Lion and I respect a last stand in battle. I took strikes to test his famed strength and rage, he was more accurate and powerful than one originally gave credit for, I felt claws and teeth dig down through my armor, I felt the blood rush, he was blind and swinging wildly, there was no desperation in his eyes that wasn't overcome with his blind rage.. Yes, he fought hard. A shame our paths had to cross like this, I imagine I would have enjoyed to study his style a bit more.
Torvas was eventually dealt with however, Gabriel and I left him in the hands of the others as alongside Caistina we pressed down into the Underdark. Names were collected, the Golden Monk passed on to us his requests for us to be merciful.. Mercy. Here. In the Underdark? After what they have done? Tsh. Despite anger felt, he was right and mercy had to be shown. We are after all, Knights.
We took our first patrols about the Flood Plains, and within hours we crossed the largest Orog I have seen. With foul red wings, an axe of Inferno and a Demonic looking presence I recognised this scum instantly. Tor Unthal.
I could hear the whispers of my Codex influencing my thoughts, this creature was a Half-Dragon, and Half-Dragons are foul disgusting creatures. Even Caistina is kept at arms length, always being watched, always studying her, always being ready for her to fall into the darkest embraces of the Red Dragon.
We stood and spoke, threats were made, our intentions made clear, options given and surprisingly so the Orog stood his ground. He was willing to avoid battle, smart enough to understand he was outmatched but prideful enough to not flee. Respectable Gabriel says. My thoughts are biased.
Eventually we landed on that the Orog would carry our intent to slaughter, he was granted Merciful exit and untouched. After all, the initial plan was to terrorize and chase, not to cause a bloodbath unless absolutely necessary.
A tenday later we made our second raid, this time we were going for Jharrik. This creature would get no mercy. We scried, moved, hunted, encountered Goblins of the Undergrove, let them go, scried again.
The Goblins reported our movements back to Jharrik and the Drow.
From the little we scried, it seemed they were panicked. Organised, but panicked. I give them respect here that they simply did not get together a war party and come hunting us, as that was what I had them planned to be doing. Instead they opted to summon Gabriel, but we were faster. We crossed them in the Sharps and made for the Docks, and from there we held the bridge where they would need to get past to summon Gabriel.
Herein it gets complicated. Azuilah and Cel'yse came to negotiate, unknowingly to us. Strythio on the other hand had other plans. We gave the simple command to not move, but this monster whom I later came to understand took glee in the chaos of things like this taunted us so, stepping around and asking 'Like this'. Chaos is funny until you have a rapier in your neck.
We collected the other two during the battle, and to the Gnoll caves we had our negotiations.
Now with luck, some observing, and a bit of hope we have come to agreeable terms. This then for the time being means a truce. Will the Drow honor it? Hm.
It is now I fear I must turn my attention to the apprentice I failed to keep from his path. A warrior who can perhaps equal me in martial strength. Something he wants to prove himself stronger at. I feel more inclined to simply lay my blade down and let him claim victory. In my eyes, I failed in being strong when he decided to keep on this path.
Things may change though. My thoughts are still heavily clouded concerning he. I dream of a good outcome, but I must force myself into reality and prepare for the worst..
[Dark Magic Of Malar]
https://www.dropbox.com/s/vgej7rzsb3urr ... 9.bmp?dl=0
[Visiting Other Knights]
https://www.dropbox.com/s/4dfefmewr612q ... 8.png?dl=0
[The Path To Mourn]
https://www.dropbox.com/s/6c6d99q2rz53a ... 7.bmp?dl=0
[Demons Of The Mountain]
https://www.dropbox.com/s/bzzkrd5oyonso ... 3.bmp?dl=0
[Catacombs]
https://www.dropbox.com/s/dl010l0iscwau ... 1.bmp?dl=0
[My Failed Apprentice]
https://www.dropbox.com/s/frlkwk7j71uzu ... 0.png?dl=0
[Watching The Leaves]
https://www.dropbox.com/s/3xguwhawb4192 ... 1.bmp?dl=0
[Gate To Hell]
https://www.dropbox.com/s/s3h3em2j941ax ... 8.bmp?dl=0
[Tackling The Styx]
https://www.dropbox.com/s/pvtfu7qizswv4 ... 0.bmp?dl=0
[Wise Old Duergars]
https://www.dropbox.com/s/7gs6um34eu8xo ... 4.png?dl=0
[Ice Roads]
https://www.dropbox.com/s/wkqk187xy79e0 ... 3.bmp?dl=0
[Engagement With Tor]
https://www.dropbox.com/s/9g3bur6c4hq3i ... 2.bmp?dl=0
[Treacherous Goblins]
https://www.dropbox.com/s/zbqgaan1wa8ca ... 9.png?dl=0
[Spying]
https://www.dropbox.com/s/ngksccvemi2pu ... 9.bmp?dl=0
[Battle For The Bridge]
https://www.dropbox.com/s/js1wzaoxxc8q3 ... 1.bmp?dl=0
[Diplomacy]
https://www.dropbox.com/s/ogq8cw1vbbexa ... 9.bmp?dl=0
Wishes : Wall-E is Cyborg Jesus.
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Re: Kaliyah's Logs
"You generally succeed and wield fear like a lance to not only suppress further misdeed but also make your enemies scared, make them misstep or overstep and reveal further action against your morals and codes." - Ahriman Temeluchus
Somewhere down the line I once again lost belief in the path of peace. The idea that one can sit and speak with your enemy for hours at a time, showing them there is a better path, guiding them to a new light.. It is appealing, it sounds romantic, it is what is expected of those whom walk the path of good. Though it is flawed. Flawed in so many ways. At least from the perspective that this is the one and only path those of Good should follow. It has its places of course, I would be ignorant to say otherwise for afterall this is how Gabriel stands by me this age, however these victories are few and far between.
When dealing with the amount of enemies that one can have on the Isle of Arelith, and being one of the few expected to stop these Evils, you swiftly begin to appreciate the brutal hand when and where it is needed. We must gaze our enemies actions, and judge how we approach based off of them.
Is our enemy hurting others?
Are they supplying an enemy that is hurting others, and backing that ideal?
Do they seek to impose their strength down upon others?
Quite simply, if our enemy has turned violent and those they seek to oppress have nobody to defend them, that is where mercy is put aside and violence replaces it. I appreciate there are others paths as I am constantly told, I would very much like to see these paths, though do not expect me to put belief in these paths from people simply theorising. When the perfect Paladin comes by with all the answers and leads via example, then I shall follow and listen to them. Though, do not expect me to pay an alarming amount of attention to shining Knights in armor that have had one victory, and lurk for the rest of their lives in whichever Settlement houses them.
General talk aside.. To fill in the gaps between last entry and now.
Torvas seems to have fallen quiet, aside from the odd word of his movements here and there. Our last clash was brutal. He dueled Gabriel in the Abyssal Fortress whilst Caistina and I watched from the sides. I know Gabriel's skills well, I know her moves, her attack patterns, thus for me the encounter whilst tense was like watching a well written play, play out. In Caistina's eyes though, in her words was panic and uncertainty. Torvas took the majority of the battle, cutting deep through Gabriel's armor, diving wildly in his barbaric animal like style, and near the end of his flurry It certainly looked like another blow may have finished it. My breath held only briefly before Gabriel bounced back, her wounds cured and her shield up, she tore through her opponent in a flash of steel and divine..
The weakened Abyssal was thrown to the Altar, and from there we witnessed the horror that lay beneath his mask. Not something I overly seek to repeat in words.. Gabriel originally intended to wield him as a vessel of sorts to draw energy from Malar, yet her softer side was shown once again as pity was offered. We've done enough, she said.
I was angry. This man alongside Thrule had detonated several explosives in Soulhaven. This man did not deserve to live. A danger. A menace. We left him, a blade thrust through his chest. He would bleed out on the floor there, or he would face his death outside the Fortress if he recovered.
Tsk. Chaos.
The rage continued from there. We gathered the aid of Karla Fateheart in our quest of revenge, and hunted down Ann Thrule, the Banite. I need not go into extensive detail of the sick abilities that Karla has mastered over the years, but suffice to say, this is a woman whom lives and dies by the art of torture.
It was satisfying to watch. I realised at this point I had grown to enjoying the sight of my enemies suffering under the hand of pain. Part of me felt a bit sick over this, the other part simply did not care. I was slipping, blind to it, and even engaged this horrific event.
We gained nothing from the ordeal. Nothing but a reminder that such dark deeds are nothing but a way to unleash frustrations. This really, really was not the way we should have been doing things.
Anger changes you.
Our focus now lies upon the Banites. Our battles will never end, I am now seeing. They are much more violent these days, much more prideful, and willing to leave Arelith in a towering mass of skulless corpses to gain victory. The future is to be a bloody repeat of the past, though this time I fear we will take many casualties on our side too.
Where are our perfect Paladin's to save us?
[Infiltration To The Fortress]
https://www.dropbox.com/s/p2fq14c7cipnt ... 6.png?dl=0
[The Duel]
https://www.dropbox.com/s/7hhj01xezv8dv ... 8.png?dl=0
[Standing Stones]
https://www.dropbox.com/s/oamm26y1jasmq ... 9.png?dl=0
[Neville's Confrontation]
https://www.dropbox.com/s/9hueurobpa3p8 ... 3.png?dl=0
[Appreciating Umberlee]
https://www.dropbox.com/s/nx6d3oy951yvs ... 3.png?dl=0
[Remembering Palas]
https://www.dropbox.com/s/p91uf4d2l4wnf ... 4.png?dl=0
[Torture]
https://www.dropbox.com/s/h92krq3uf6q8l ... 3.bmp?dl=0
[Gathering Of Friends]
https://www.dropbox.com/s/inpq3844yimjz ... 1.png?dl=0
[Working With Enemies]
https://www.dropbox.com/s/zh1aie8ga60pr ... 1.png?dl=0
[Banite Roundup]
https://www.dropbox.com/s/fxkt8m7uj5set ... 2.bmp?dl=0
[Negotiations With Ryan]
https://www.dropbox.com/s/yiviw1wgm7x58 ... 1.bmp?dl=0
[Seeking Penance]
https://www.dropbox.com/s/go4hqtip8jp7r ... 1.png?dl=0
[Studying The Bramble Watch]
https://www.dropbox.com/s/g2q1j4f6rz3ds ... 3.png?dl=0
[Practise In The Water]
https://www.dropbox.com/s/3w8ex4qc3i95j ... 2.png?dl=0
[Penance Of Talona]
https://www.dropbox.com/s/3u5g3lmxqyrm5 ... 9.png?dl=0
[Unity]
https://www.dropbox.com/s/womzcplh4csw5 ... 6.png?dl=0
[On The Trail Of Sharrans]
https://www.dropbox.com/s/pogkltrkzyuw1 ... 7.bmp?dl=0
[Terringale's Stand]
https://www.dropbox.com/s/n40h4vwkqdsbv ... 9.png?dl=0
[Lantern Knights!]
https://www.dropbox.com/s/d68v5sgmwsxcz ... 4.bmp?dl=0
[Return To Mourn]
https://www.dropbox.com/s/o8jha5o8umi51 ... 0.bmp?dl=0
https://www.dropbox.com/s/ljupxb80h0fpy ... 3.bmp?dl=0
https://www.dropbox.com/s/55i2v95qsxfll ... 7.bmp?dl=0
[Banite Negotiations]
https://www.dropbox.com/s/u4b240gqo5k5h ... 3.bmp?dl=0
[Knight V Dreadmaster]
https://www.dropbox.com/s/e8t8ww7gj9dza ... 4.bmp?dl=0
[Showdown In Wharftown]
https://www.dropbox.com/s/ft7tt05e10uig ... 5.bmp?dl=0
[New Enemies. New Friends?]
https://www.dropbox.com/s/vddab1547amdm ... 3.bmp?dl=0
Somewhere down the line I once again lost belief in the path of peace. The idea that one can sit and speak with your enemy for hours at a time, showing them there is a better path, guiding them to a new light.. It is appealing, it sounds romantic, it is what is expected of those whom walk the path of good. Though it is flawed. Flawed in so many ways. At least from the perspective that this is the one and only path those of Good should follow. It has its places of course, I would be ignorant to say otherwise for afterall this is how Gabriel stands by me this age, however these victories are few and far between.
When dealing with the amount of enemies that one can have on the Isle of Arelith, and being one of the few expected to stop these Evils, you swiftly begin to appreciate the brutal hand when and where it is needed. We must gaze our enemies actions, and judge how we approach based off of them.
Is our enemy hurting others?
Are they supplying an enemy that is hurting others, and backing that ideal?
Do they seek to impose their strength down upon others?
Quite simply, if our enemy has turned violent and those they seek to oppress have nobody to defend them, that is where mercy is put aside and violence replaces it. I appreciate there are others paths as I am constantly told, I would very much like to see these paths, though do not expect me to put belief in these paths from people simply theorising. When the perfect Paladin comes by with all the answers and leads via example, then I shall follow and listen to them. Though, do not expect me to pay an alarming amount of attention to shining Knights in armor that have had one victory, and lurk for the rest of their lives in whichever Settlement houses them.
General talk aside.. To fill in the gaps between last entry and now.
Torvas seems to have fallen quiet, aside from the odd word of his movements here and there. Our last clash was brutal. He dueled Gabriel in the Abyssal Fortress whilst Caistina and I watched from the sides. I know Gabriel's skills well, I know her moves, her attack patterns, thus for me the encounter whilst tense was like watching a well written play, play out. In Caistina's eyes though, in her words was panic and uncertainty. Torvas took the majority of the battle, cutting deep through Gabriel's armor, diving wildly in his barbaric animal like style, and near the end of his flurry It certainly looked like another blow may have finished it. My breath held only briefly before Gabriel bounced back, her wounds cured and her shield up, she tore through her opponent in a flash of steel and divine..
The weakened Abyssal was thrown to the Altar, and from there we witnessed the horror that lay beneath his mask. Not something I overly seek to repeat in words.. Gabriel originally intended to wield him as a vessel of sorts to draw energy from Malar, yet her softer side was shown once again as pity was offered. We've done enough, she said.
I was angry. This man alongside Thrule had detonated several explosives in Soulhaven. This man did not deserve to live. A danger. A menace. We left him, a blade thrust through his chest. He would bleed out on the floor there, or he would face his death outside the Fortress if he recovered.
Tsk. Chaos.
The rage continued from there. We gathered the aid of Karla Fateheart in our quest of revenge, and hunted down Ann Thrule, the Banite. I need not go into extensive detail of the sick abilities that Karla has mastered over the years, but suffice to say, this is a woman whom lives and dies by the art of torture.
It was satisfying to watch. I realised at this point I had grown to enjoying the sight of my enemies suffering under the hand of pain. Part of me felt a bit sick over this, the other part simply did not care. I was slipping, blind to it, and even engaged this horrific event.
We gained nothing from the ordeal. Nothing but a reminder that such dark deeds are nothing but a way to unleash frustrations. This really, really was not the way we should have been doing things.
Anger changes you.
Our focus now lies upon the Banites. Our battles will never end, I am now seeing. They are much more violent these days, much more prideful, and willing to leave Arelith in a towering mass of skulless corpses to gain victory. The future is to be a bloody repeat of the past, though this time I fear we will take many casualties on our side too.
Where are our perfect Paladin's to save us?
[Infiltration To The Fortress]
https://www.dropbox.com/s/p2fq14c7cipnt ... 6.png?dl=0
[The Duel]
https://www.dropbox.com/s/7hhj01xezv8dv ... 8.png?dl=0
[Standing Stones]
https://www.dropbox.com/s/oamm26y1jasmq ... 9.png?dl=0
[Neville's Confrontation]
https://www.dropbox.com/s/9hueurobpa3p8 ... 3.png?dl=0
[Appreciating Umberlee]
https://www.dropbox.com/s/nx6d3oy951yvs ... 3.png?dl=0
[Remembering Palas]
https://www.dropbox.com/s/p91uf4d2l4wnf ... 4.png?dl=0
[Torture]
https://www.dropbox.com/s/h92krq3uf6q8l ... 3.bmp?dl=0
[Gathering Of Friends]
https://www.dropbox.com/s/inpq3844yimjz ... 1.png?dl=0
[Working With Enemies]
https://www.dropbox.com/s/zh1aie8ga60pr ... 1.png?dl=0
[Banite Roundup]
https://www.dropbox.com/s/fxkt8m7uj5set ... 2.bmp?dl=0
[Negotiations With Ryan]
https://www.dropbox.com/s/yiviw1wgm7x58 ... 1.bmp?dl=0
[Seeking Penance]
https://www.dropbox.com/s/go4hqtip8jp7r ... 1.png?dl=0
[Studying The Bramble Watch]
https://www.dropbox.com/s/g2q1j4f6rz3ds ... 3.png?dl=0
[Practise In The Water]
https://www.dropbox.com/s/3w8ex4qc3i95j ... 2.png?dl=0
[Penance Of Talona]
https://www.dropbox.com/s/3u5g3lmxqyrm5 ... 9.png?dl=0
[Unity]
https://www.dropbox.com/s/womzcplh4csw5 ... 6.png?dl=0
[On The Trail Of Sharrans]
https://www.dropbox.com/s/pogkltrkzyuw1 ... 7.bmp?dl=0
[Terringale's Stand]
https://www.dropbox.com/s/n40h4vwkqdsbv ... 9.png?dl=0
[Lantern Knights!]
https://www.dropbox.com/s/d68v5sgmwsxcz ... 4.bmp?dl=0
[Return To Mourn]
https://www.dropbox.com/s/o8jha5o8umi51 ... 0.bmp?dl=0
https://www.dropbox.com/s/ljupxb80h0fpy ... 3.bmp?dl=0
https://www.dropbox.com/s/55i2v95qsxfll ... 7.bmp?dl=0
[Banite Negotiations]
https://www.dropbox.com/s/u4b240gqo5k5h ... 3.bmp?dl=0
[Knight V Dreadmaster]
https://www.dropbox.com/s/e8t8ww7gj9dza ... 4.bmp?dl=0
[Showdown In Wharftown]
https://www.dropbox.com/s/ft7tt05e10uig ... 5.bmp?dl=0
[New Enemies. New Friends?]
https://www.dropbox.com/s/vddab1547amdm ... 3.bmp?dl=0
Wishes : Wall-E is Cyborg Jesus.