Protectors of the Silver Marches

Serenity's Contemplations
Serenity

Well I made it three years in the Lady’s College of Silverymoon. I am starting this journal at the behest of my mentor, Professer Serianos the High elf that has helped my through these past three years at school. He said that it should help with the constant day dreaming I do in class. Its not like Necromancy is that awesome anyway…. euck dead things… So here I am writing this and woundering how “fun” its going to be to say… today i went to class….today I also went to class… well I can always talk about the wounderful Revels I go to at the taverns around here.

I love to go to Helmer’s Wall to drink and laugh with my friends from school. Even those snotty Sorcerers from the Aekhen’s Invocatorium go there to boast about what new ablity they can do… but I can do more spells then any of them in my sleep! So waht if I have to study in tomes and they just think about it and it happends, I get verity! I can choose to cast sleep one day and Color spray the next they are stuck with what they already know! haha I am way better then them! And of course I am the only one with the kind of Familiar that I do. He looks like something of a cross between a Pixie and an Imp. He also is the only familiar that I know that can paint what ever he has seen. He lives in a box that Professor Serianos made for me. It has a glass window for Fritter (thats the name I call my imp/pixie) to look through and paint what he sees. I call it a Picture maker! It has a lever on one side to open the window then a slot on the other for him to give me the picture that he made. He says one day he would like to paint the ocean.

I’ve never really been outside the cities walls yet. Serianos says its safe for me inside the walls and to study. However I can’t help but wounder what is out there. Is there any of my family left alive? If so maybe I can find them? I have always lived in Silverymoon, my parents I were told died when I was really young. Serianos said that my mother may have had the same ablity as I do with the blue flame.

I rmember when I first used it too. I was in class and we were going to use wands for the first time. This was back in my first year. I held onto the wand of Lightning bolt and felt the power surge up thru my whole body. It felt great! I thought this is how it feels to weild a wand! The power kept coming out of the wand to me through my hand and down my arm. Then Serianos said to fire the wand. I let lose what I thought was the wand’s power but what came out was hot blue flame. All the other students screamed and I couldn’t stop it felt great to let all that power go! Serianos put up a force wall to protect the students and thats all I remember. I woke up in Mystra’s temple three days later. And Serianos was there taking care of me. He sat down and told me about Spellfire and what it ment to have such a gift from the great Lady of Mystories. So over the years we worked on having me controle my gift. He said not to let anyone know about my gift. He said something about how evil people will harm any who stand in their way of that power. I am not going to let anything happend to my friends or this place. Its the only place I have ever known and I love it here. Thats all for now. Lets see what tomorrow holds.
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So Many Trees

I recounted the trees in my neck of the woods today. But once I get above three-hundred, I tend to lose track see. I can only count trees for so long before I need to go do something else. That and admittedly, I’m not great at counting. Numbers are boring. We also had a bunch of new saplings that just sprouted up today so that made things even more complicated…

The sad thing is, I don’t really need to count them anymore. One can only count trees for so many moons till they memorize every damn stump, and their neck starts hurting from looking up, and then they have to move on to something else to pass the time. I switch it up, day by day. Sometimes I count trees, other times I follow ants, or maybe I fly along side the woodland animals, while they eat and crap and sleep. Maybe they’re just as tired of this place as I am.

I mean, don’t get me wrong! Turlang is great, and I appreciate the old treeant’s guidance. Really I’d be lost without him. I love the other guardians of the forest (except for Steve, that asshole needs to mind his own business- if he wants to keep his stuff, he shouldn’t leave it out for me to take!). And I love my forest home and all of its crapping critters! But at some point, baby birds need to leave the nest, because after a while the view gets boring! That and the twigs have got to itch….what was I saying?

Right! Leaving. I want to leave. And it’s nothing personal, I just want to see and learn and feel new things, instead of just hearing about them. I want adventure! Danger! Romance! All of the good things I here in those bard songs, perhaps without all the dying! I can’t do any of that stuff from behind these trees. All I can do here is be small and bored. And steal Steeve’s things…and don’t judge me, he was asking for it! Always pestering me about doing my job, and not pissing off the badgers.

The other day, I saw a passing caravan and I swear I almost hopped right in the back of their wagon, ready to embark to the unknown! But then I realized I should speak to Turlang first, maybe say some good-byes, make some extra arrows, and gear up! So I just took their gold instead. After all, you can’t go on an adventure without money. I think I’ll ask Turlang tonight if it’s okay for me to leave. I mean, it’s not like I’ll be gone forever! I only want to see the world! How long could that take?

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Serenity's Contemplations Part 2
Serenity's Journal

Chance Meeting:

I am on my way to a great adventure with my new friend Elia. We met at the tavern called Helmer’s Wall. I was boasting to my fellow classmates, and the stuck up sorcerers, on how I escaped my confines of the dorms. When I was done Elia was clapping and look very pleased with what I had said. At first I thought she was a prospect student for the college. However after I talked with her for a bit I found out she really is just a traveler and was passing through. This was great! She could tell me great stories of what it was like in the wild and untamed lands around the city! She told me that she was looking for people to help a newly established town called “Newfort”. They are being threatened by a band of Orcs. Oh how wonderful it will be to stand on the ramparts of the town and throw my powerful spells at the Orcs as they run away out of fear of the greatest mage anyone has ever seen! I could see it in my mind, and my emotions of my day dream must have been etched on my face because Elia then asked if I would join her on her noble quest! I jumped at the chance to be part of something greater then tomorrow’s necromancy test. Oh it will be grand! Fretter (Bale) then came out of his home (the small box thing) and stated I should talk to Serianos. I am not sure if it was the impixie that surprised Elia or if it was the fact that he told me to go talk to my teacher, but she had a stunned look on her face that made me crack up. I talked to Serianos about leaving the city to go on this noble quest of mine. When I told him I think he had a mini heart attack… Or at least that’s what I think that look meant. However after I promised not to use my spellfire at the town and to study the whole way there and to make up the necromancy test I got to go! So here I am at the camp site with Elia and Bale (He keeps getting upset when I say Fritter…It fits him so much better.) eating something that Elia cooked. It makes my stomach uneasy its nothing like the food at the college. Elia says it will take us about a week to get to Newfort, so here is to grand adventure!

The Road:

We have been on the road now for about three days. Elia is moving at a dragon’s pace. I mean we wake before the Lathandor comes to wake the realm, and make camp quite after the Selune has come up for the night. She says that we must make good time in order to be at Newfort in time. She also said that she told someone to meet her there and would hate to have them waiting long. However with this being my first time ever out of the city walls! I want to see and hear everything there can be. Also Bale wants to paint the mountains and catch Lathandor coming up on the horizon. Bale makes such wonderful pictures. I even got one of Elia by a stream she has no idea I got it but she is beautiful without her constant mask on, She finds them fun so who am I to tell her otherwise. Someday a man will tell her how beautiful she is and maybe she will no longer need to hide. I like Elia and count her as one true friend. She tells great stories and even has a book with a flying ship in it. She says that it really exist and that one day she will find it. I think I will help her. I have access to the college library and I might be able to find something there, or we can go to Caddelkeep and look there. Yes I think we are friends.

Making it to Sundabar:

Today we made it to Sundabar! When Elia told me we would hit a town soon I had no idea that it would be like that! It stinks and the people are rude! They really don’t like it when you ask a lot of questions, and the guards here are always fallowing you. How do they ever get any work done when they fallow every new person in town? Elia said we had to register with someplace because we entered the town. Why? We have no intention of staying more than a few hours, and we are not doing anything bad! This place is so nerve wracking. I have decided that I am not a fan of this place! The line for the registration was huge, and it took forever to get through.

I needed to find paint for Bale but every time I asked for a thimble amount of paint the store keep would look like I was some young kid pulling a prank. And then when I would show them Bale they would start screaming for the guards. Elia had to get us out of a few sticky spots due to that. So we decided to leave Bale in his box. I found paint but Bale was not happy with the quality of it. Elia said she would let me shop for a small bit since it was my first time in a different city. I wonder if Bualder’s Gate or Waterdeep is like this horrible place. I remember from my classes that this place was a dwarven citadel once. Man how it has fallen. The food made me sick and the wine tasted watered down, Elia asked me not to make a big deal about it so I did not. With being on the road for five days my body hurt in places I never thought were possible and my boots were all worn and dirty. I never really rode a horse for that long and that fast. So the inner parts of my thighs are chapped. Riding with a skirt is very difficult I am glad it was just Elia and not some man with me or I would be red for some time. We are now walking the rest of the way to Newfort. I wonder if my floating disk will carry me to the other town.

Later Note:
No a floating disk that YOU create can Not carry yourself! However it CAN carry a hysterically laughing elf!

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RUN!

It wasn’t my fault.

I had finally found some work in town. Not an easy job for a Tiefling around here, let alone one spawned from Beshaba’s vile uterus. Find the missing children and bring them back alive. Easy work for a ranger. Hell, a first level villager could have completed this, easily. I needed the coin though. Ale doesn’t buy itself.

I suppose I should have noticed something was up I found the tracks. They were fresher than Prince Smith’s phat beats. Not that I have any idea what that means. Must have been a phrase I picked up somewhere. Anyways, the tracks seemed too easy to follow and they led straight into the forest.

Now allow me to step away from the story for a moment: No one other than amateurs ever drags a kidnapping victim into a forest. There are enough PCs running around that they are almost guaranteed to get caught and turned in. Anyone who really wants to get away with a kidnapping/rape/murder will use their dwelling. After all, who’d expect the criminal to hide the evidence in plain sight? As for disposal, well, I’d never eat a pie a neighbor made for me unless I knew them for years, and even then I’d take a quick look to make sure I don’t bite down into a finger. I’ve explained this plenty of times to numerous angry mobs, but they never seem to listen. But I digress.

The broken branches and muddy footprints led me straight into the middle of the forest, upon which I discovered two of the local youngsters by a small cave… ah, how shall I put this: In flagrante delicto, if you catch my drift. Kids will be kids. Unfortunately, the male’s squeaking must have disturbed the one of the occupants of said cave, as I witnessed a bear emerge from his cave

Now I can understand the youngsters not knowing that cave bears live in caves (we can’t all be versed in nature lore), but the paw prints and deer carcasses should have sent some sort of warning bells off in their soon to be eaten heads.

“Run! You woke up a bear!” I yelled out to the kids as I drew my bow.

“Wha- AHHHHHHHH A DEMON! AND HE SUMMONED A BEA- oh shit sorry baby.” The male screamed and then whimpered sadly. I’d have had more sympathy for him at this point, but getting called a demon really hurts my feelings. Other than the pointed teeth, red eyes, and tail, I don’t look anything like a demon. Hell, I have fucking antlers instead of horns. How embarrassing do you think that is?

The kids attempted to untangle themselves and run for it while I attempted to provide cover for them. “RAAAAAWWWWWWWRRRRRR” I rawred in an attempt to intimidate the bear. I fired an arrow at it and caught it in the knee. That only managed to piss it off as it dropped to all fours and charged at me, trampling the children in its ursine rage. That’s part of the reason I’m eating a boiled shoe as I write this.

Now here’s something I bet you didn’t know. Hell, I didn’t know it until that day: Bears like to share caves. This must have been some sort of Clown Bear, because there must have been like six bears in that tiny cave and I have no idea how they all fit in there. Being of sound mind and possessing a decent sense of self preservation, I ran for it. Here’s another little known bear fact: Bears are fucking fast. These must have been Cheetah Bears or something because I was not able to shake them off.

I followed my trail backwards in panic, attempting to escape bearmageddon. I thought that there would be some sort of town watch to protect the villagers from all these nearby predators. Technically, I was right. There was a guard tower with a latern lit on the edge of town. I attempted to climb the ladder, but six tons of fury came crashing into it following me. Local wooden guard towers aren’t made to withstand that, so of course it came crashing down. And of course it had to land on the mayor’s house and catch fire, because hey, my great great granny must get off on that sort of misfortune. It must not have been enough for her because the fire started to spread.

I ran, leaving naught but fire and bears in my wake. The town proved to be a good distraction for the bears, as there was precooked food running around, so I managed to make my escape. That was yesterday, as I sit here recording this into a book I found on the side of the road. I don’t know what a Necromonikon is, but I do know that it had my name on it, so it’s my journal know. I hear that there’s a group of adventurers looking for someone well versed in Nature, so I think I’ll go see what that’s about. I’ll keep you updated in the meantime.

Until later,
Belial Lucksbane

PS: Fuck bears.

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On the Road

I proceeded towards Newfort, where my Ranger expertise had been requested. From what I know of the area, there are relatively few bears in the area, a welcome fact given recent events. For example- This morning I woke up to find a massive pile of feces covering my file and my rations had all been stolen. The large tracks led back to the town I have christened Bearberg, leading me to believe that the bears I enraged are potentially sentient and very bitter.

Of course, it may just be my druid ex-girlfriend fucking with me, but no one’s that vengeful, right?

I continued along the path, moving quickly to avoid any trouble. I ran by several different groups, each looking like they were on some quest to defeat the evil in the land. The group contained nothing but clerics, each of them looking at me as if I had personally used their religious symbols as toilet paper.

“Sorry sisters, I’m afraid I’m can’t accompany you on your sure to be epic quest. I’ve got to go meet up with my own group. But here’s my card if you ever need a good time a ranger.”

SMITE THE DEMON

Did I ever mention how I really dislike clerics? A quick casting of darkness was all I needed to escape the overzealous nutjobs.

About noon I ran into some giant crustacean while getting some water at a lake. It seemed harmless enough, but it was very persistent in following me. I handled the situation very calmly and rationally.

WHAT IN THE NINE HELLS DO YOU WANT!?”



“I need about tree fiddy.”

After eating crab for lunch, I spent some time in the area hunting some game for the final leg of the trip. After accidentally blowing up some birds with my Thundering Bow, I came across a goose fighting with what appeared to be some sort of small insectile mutation. Upon further inspection I concluded that it was a pixie and not an unfortunate mad wizard that somehow mutated himself into a fly.

“Goosegoosegoosegoosegoose!” the little pixie squeaked as it tried to fly away from the feathered menace. I walked over, grabbed the pixie by the wings, and punted the goose into a tree. If a goose hits a tree in a forest and no one other than a hungry tiefling and the pixie it just tried to eat in a forest, does it stand a chance? (Correct answer: It does not)

“Lemme go!” The pixie continued to squeak angrily at me as I lifted it up to look it in the eyes. She was kinda cute, if you’re into the whole monster-girl thing. I obliged after making sure she wasn’t armed with anything that could do any real damage to me. “Thank you! Who are you? I’m Demitria Deirdre Signy and I came from the forest are you going on an adventure can I come why do you have horns oh my god can I ride your horns WHEEEEEE

I took out the special bottle of scumble I keep in my bag and took a giant swig, unbalancing the pixie who had been using my horns as her own personal playset. This was going to be a long trip.

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Serenity's Contemplations Part 3
Serenity

Newfort:

Well we made it to Newfort! Elia was slightly upset that it took us so long to get there, but we made it in one piece! She didn’t even have to walk for most of the way to Newfort. When we entered town we met up with Stauvin Stonebrace. There was also a Tiefling (demon kin) that states he is some type of Ranger (I think he has a thing for bears), I can’t seem to remember his name. That one had a small fairy type creature with him. I am not sure why she has taken such a liking to him. She is very cute and seems like she would make a great match for the brooding Bale. Her name is Demitira. With that we come to two mercenaries that showed up as soon as we did to take this job. One is a “flamboyant” Fighter type that has a huge sword. (Must be compensating). I can’t seem to remember his name either, maybe I should write it down when next we speak. On his shoulder (this seems to be a running thing with guys out here in the wilds) was the cutest little monkey ever! Its fur was soft and it fits in the palm of your hand. This leads us to the last person being a spell bagger. She is quiet and withdrawn, which is odd for a priest of Torm. The ones I have seen in Silverymoon are loud and annoying with their boasting of all they do “In their God’s name”. That one’s name is Seraphim.

Mr.Stonebrace states that he bought a nearby mine and that the first group that he sent in has yet to emerge from the location. So we are here to help this man find his lost people. Mr.Stonebrace saw that I was a mage of The Great College of the Lady and asked me to take a look at something for him. I thought “Yes! This is my time to show everyone here how smart I am!” I was led to a room with a sarcophagus that was almost golden in material and with writing that I have never seen before. When I cast a spell that was suppose to help me read any language it must have failed because there was way to discern what the writing said. Stonebrace gave me a paper that his “Workers” had started to decipher the writing and they did do a good job. It took me not at all long to understand this new language, however what I found out made me scared and excited at the same time. It was old Netherese! Can you believe it, real Netherese relic! When I said what the words meant “_Descend upon the wicked and deliver the wrath of Nethril_.”

(This is how the writing looked when I got to it.
DSCD UPTWCKD AD DLVR T WRAT F TRL. )

Anyway when I spoke the words the lid flew open and this monstrous thing came out of it.

Now I should take a side note here and explain that the Nethril are a very old, very dead civilization that stood on the panicle of magic. They ruled their floating land moats with an iron fist most likely made from one spell or another. The high ranking “officials” of Nethril were all thought to be very high wizards of some sort. (Wouldn’t Serianos be happy that I paid attention to all this!). So even with their epic magic they still made mistakes. The biggest being that one mage that decided to try and become the “New God” of magic. This failed horribly and The Old Mystra had to sacrifice himself to save the weave. Not only that but when he died then magic failed around the realm and the land moats came crashing down to the ground and a lot of people died. Now the new Mystra restricts epic magic to save the entire realm from this stupid choice.

So with that, this thing that the Netherese had made comes out of this sarcophagus and it stands so tall I had to crane my neck to see its face. I am not sure what it is. It could be a person held in stasis until the right words were said, or it could be a construct, or a metal golem of some sort. All I now is it has its own mind and thoughts. However it had no Idea that all the Nethril was dead and gone. (Except the shade that hovers over the land, they are not a trusted people.) When I stated that his old ruler was no longer I think he was more than a bit confused. Mind you I would be too, if I all of a sudden I got woken up from a thousand years of sleep and was told Lady Alustriel was no longer alive. With that he took his leave right out the door.

With that we all excused ourselves from Mr.Stonebrace. We went to the tavern that had rooms that were paid for us. Now I know that not all towns are like Silverymoon in the fact that they are clean and neat. However I refuse to eat where I can tell vermin run. So I took my dinner up in my room from my pack. I had to share a room with Elia and the Seraphim. I think the Pixie was to bed with us as well but she never made it to our room. I did put an alarm spell on the door and it was habit to make it a mental alarm. At school we had to or our instructors would yell even louder than the alarm about the “proper” use of such magic. However I quickly learned that not everyone is understanding of great power and insists on Knocking on the door not the frame! Even after I explained this to the simple people they still knocked on the damned door! So sleep will not great to night due to the headache I have every time the alarm would go off. Tomorrow we all set out to rescue the simpletons from the mine. I thought I was here for Orcs.

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One Foul Feathered Beast!

I can remember how hard my little heart was pounding the day I finally flew beyond my horizon of treetops to start my adventure. Before me a brilliant landscape of rolling hills was splayed out, just waiting to be explored. But in all of my weeks of planning, packing, and procuring additional necessities from nearby resources (cough Steve cough), there was one thing I realized then that I hadn’t planned for- where was I going to go?

Every inch of the landscape looked all fascinating and new, but I couldn’t just run off somewhere! I am terribly easy to distract, and knew that if I didn’t pick some goal, some destination, I might never ever get back to my home, and could end up in a very sticky situation! Just as I was thinking about this giant dilemma, a caravan of travelers happened by my location of pondering. I noticed something shiny gleaming in the back of their wagon, and suddenly not having a goal or a chosen path or any sort of plan didn’t matter anymore and I decided to follow them.

The shiny thing ended up being just a regular old dagger, except made for huge people, unlike myself. So it was really of no use to me. They left plenty of other things in the carriage for me to look through, but none of it really looked that great. I made sure to check for those shiny golden discs I observed people giving away to roadside vendors during my long days in the forest. Turlang explained to me that it was a trade system- shiny gold disks for things you need. Personally I think they all got ripped off. Why would anyone trade something so nice and sparkly for such mundane, un-shiny stuff? But back to my point, these people didn’t have the golden trade disks. Just stuff. And it all looked sooooo boring. Deciding there that I could be doing something far more interesting I slipped off at the next stop.

That was a mistake.

Ahead I could see the outskirts of what looked like Turlang’s description of a ‘town’, or ‘city’. To the right of the road was a ‘farm’. Even closer to me was some sort of large, feathered thing. It looked vaguely similar to a bird, like we have in the forest, except it was huge! And it looked like something had pulled on the poor things head to hard, because it had a neck that could make some saplings jealous! I was terribly curious about this creature, so I flew directly in front of it.
“HI!” I waved enthusiastically, “I Demi-” And that was about all I could spit out before I felt the hard, iron beak of fate clamp down upon my tiny hand. In hindsight, I will say that the beady-eyed creature had surprisingly accurate aim.

So there I was, screaming and flailing while this terrible foul beasty tried to eat me! I never really contemplated the possibility of becoming dinner, and I wasn’t liking my prospects. Suddenly in that moment I really really missed the forest, all of its damn trees, Turlang, and dare I say it- Steve, because at least they didn’t try to devour people they didn’t even know! My flailing proving fruitless, I was sure the end was nigh, when abruptly, a miracle happened! And that miracle is a deer named Bel!

Now when I say he’s a deer, I don’t really mean he’s a dear, as he only shares one resemblance with the creatures I once shared my space with, and those were the giant antlers protruding from his skull. Otherwise, he looked more like a lizard! Red skin and a long tail to boat. Anyways, he gave the feathered monstrosity a good punt to the belly. As it squawked in surprise and what I hoped was agony, it released me, and I was soon grabbed by deer-lizard man.

“Thank you!” I gasped, terribly shaken up by the encounter and quite grateful that I had made it out alive! “Who are you? I’m Demitria Deirdre Signy, but you can call me Demi! I came from the forest, did you come from a forest?” It was only at that point that I actually noticed that the red man had antlers. “Oh my gosh, you have horns!? Why do you have horns? Are you a deer?” I asked excitedly, flying upwards to examine them further. “Oh man, these are great! Say are you going on an adventure? Cuz I’m going on and adventure, and I don’t want to run into anything else like that-hey! Can I go with you? Can I ride your horns! C’mon, let’s go, wheeeeee!”

The red man took a heavy swig of something smelly, and told me his name was Belial. I call him ‘Bel’. It seems to suit him! I will never forget the day I was saved by Bel. Especially since it the marked the beginning of the several other dangerous, bizarre, and exciting encounters I would face.

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Walking the Path of Love

After a number of years training under my adoptive uncle and aunt, I decided there must be more to life than fighting. There has to be something to make one want to fight, to make it interesting, something like a boom or such. It was during a…let’s go with trip, yes, a trip to the main town near where I was raised that I came across a great festival. There were so many people smiling and having fun that it made me start to question how I was living. I made a number of “trips” back to the city when I probably really shouldn’t have, and came to find my new calling. I was on a mission to help everyone find LOVE!! Really, who can say that they like to come home to a quiet house, with no one there? I certainly can not, and think of how many lives could be saved if everyone loved? There would certainly be less of those distasteful wars where so many lives are lost that need not be.

Now, this new thought of how to live life to the fullest of course wasn’t seen by the army that I was currently working for, which in truth was a number that I couldn’t really remember, nor by my family as a wise decision. Now, I had gotten the title “Vagabond” even before I was truly a man, so why does it seem like such a huge thing to them? I certainly wasn’t kidnapped as that one poster my aunt obviously but up said, nor was I abducted with by some greater power…unless they were talking about the power of love! Now instead of keeping mostly to the area that I knew, I started to drift farther from home than I had ever done. Letting the rumors of things needing help and the wind to take me places I hadn’t even heard of. With my faithful companion Yumekichi, we were off to see what we could fix of the world and to bring people closer to love.

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Meeting the Folk

While we (Yumekichi and I) were passing through a town we came across a rather well armored lady who seemed a bit quieter than she should be. Being the gentleman that I am, I offered to travel with her after striking up a small conversation with her. She doesn’t seem to talk much, though I am used to having mostly one sided conversations, I didn’t let it bother me as we traveled together. Though she isn’t trying to help people the same way that I am, our goals are close to one another, and I would feel bad about letting a woman travel alone even if she has full plate armor. It was something that Aunt Matsu drilled into me, and though I am hesitant to tell Seraphim, the woman in full plate, that I was doing it because I was concerned for her well being, it was still a major factor to my deciding to travel with her.

We had been traveling once again when we came across a bulletin board of jobs, and one caught our collective attention. There wasn’t much of a discussion between the three of us, before we headed out to the town of Newfort. Once we reached Newfort, there were many things that happened all at once and I am sorry to say that since I, embarrassingly enough, collapsed during a fight, I don’t quite remember it all. Better not too many of the ladies know about that in the future. Yumekichi met some interesting people, he seemed rather fond of the magic girl that had a box. Though, I’m sure it’s simply because she liked how soft he was…he’s a sucker for people who give him lots of attention. Don’t shake that stick at me Yumekichi, it’s rather rude…but there was an odd fellow that we started to travel with, almost every other word that seemed to leave his mouth was “bear”…such an odd man. I will reserve judgment of him until later, but he definitely cannot hold his liquor.

I had to share a bed with the tailed one, after we “accidently” got the pixie drunk, she obviously can’t hold her liquor either. Though as soon as we managed to get the tiny girl to hold still long enough to take the drink and pass out that some guards came in asking about a robbery. I can understand sometimes needing to steal from others, especially if they are bad folk, but just stealing from a store while the shopkeeper is sleeping, that is just bad form. I hope that they can find the ruffian that did that soon.

I was awoken by crashing noises, and the clang of steel. Rolling out of bed I instinctively grabbed my sword and started to put my armor on when…Belial? I believe that was his name, suddenly yelled “TULIP” and tackled me to the ground. Now, I’m a friendly fellow, but I do not enjoy being fondled by drunk men, never mind the fact that this is a antlered, demonic looking man. The only thing I could do as a self respecting man was to of course deck him in the face, which I’m a bit embarrassed to say, that I enjoyed. The rest of what happened was rather quick and successive. I faintly recall seeing the magic girl puking over the dead body of one of the orcs and going to fight a few of those that I could see. Going into battle without my armor was a foolish thing and it was proven as such when I was knocked down by two of the orcs. Just as my consciousness was leaving me, I do recall hearing that horrible voice crying out for “Tulip” once more. My last words, and thought was, “I’m not Tulip” before giving in to the blackness. I will probably curse that name for awhile yet to come, and will certainly not be drinking with Belial for about as long.

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Seraphim's Journey

The Path of Atonement:

My name is Seraphim Nostrum. However it should be evil, vile murderous Seraphim. I have done a terrible wrong and now I am on the road to atonement. I will keep this record as to show my progress on my long lonely journey I have ahead of me.

I should start at the beginning, the reason for this journey. I thought I was an expert healer, top of my class at the mission and even had honors. I am an Aasmir of the Great God Torm and such as the embodiment of his healing hand. Or at least that’s what I thought. Shortly after graduating from the mission’s healer’s course, I was sent with a pupil to help a small village. This village was a peaceful town and shown with the beauty that is the land. The poor souls had no idea that such horror was soon to come from my unworthy hand.

They all were suffering from an unknown illness that made them mad or blinded. Their symptoms were as fallows
Blindness (or complaining of constant darkness)
Weakness
Voices when none were about
Then death
With all of this I set upon the small village to help them. I thought myself more than ready for such a task and asked for no help. I came up with a potion to help alleviate and possibly cure these poor people. As I was about the head to the well and add it to the drinking water to make sure that everyone had some, my pupil ran up to me and said that the village elder was in grave condition and needed me right away. So I gave her the vial and instructed her in what to do. She was thrilled that I would allow her such honor to help me. Little did that sweet innocent girl know, I sent her on a path of murder. I reach the elder in time to save him. His case was worst of all, poor soul. I thought my job done, however I was wrong. When the town’s people started to drink the water I said would cure them all, they all started to die one right after the other. I could not work fast enough to save any of them! I killed everyone in that town. I even tainted my hands with innocent young blood. When I made the connection my bright sweet pupil looked at me with pure horror on her face. She said I was a murderous she-devil that I had tainted her hands as well. I could not disprove this nor would I, because of my over confidence I killed a whole village of people and broke a bright student. So I prayed to Torm for guidance to help me atone for what I had done. That’s when the image of a road long traveled came to my mind with the words of My Great God in my head “Go and heal your wounds by healing the lost and suffering.” So I travel this road helping all I can and asking for nothing in return. I do not deserve anything for what I did.

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