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Journals & Backgrounds / Re: Sherina Tsirak - A Memory Book

« on: September 17, 2019, 09:12:14 am »

Sing a Lullaby for the Doomed

#14
Ash, Vivi and I went to the Voust estate. There I’ve discovered a bloodstone access system, which allows you to enter most doors if you drip the blood onto the crystal artifact. We got to many places inaccessible before, and discovered a blood-covered map to the last key we need, it seems. In a crypt, nearby a burning fire pit – or a brazier, seemingly of a shape of a skull.
We seem to be closing in on the Voust mystery, fortunately.
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With more and more info gathered, we only need to locate the crypt and gather enough force.
If only more people were interested in lifting off of their derrieres, but that’s kind of an everlasting problem with adventurers in this sick city. Although surprising is, that it’s the same situation despite the high-set bounty on Count Voust.
Interesting, though not much.

Soon after a brief reast and armor re-patching, Vivili went back to Sullivans, unsure of being this close to inhabited areas of Southbank. Understandable, given current circumstances.
Ash and I walked together, close, through the slightly foggy forest near the river Gillian. I felt like taking him by the hand. I couldn’t decide, so I stalled, we walked, and I lost myself in thought – until I lost the time itself, and we were at the ship. As it goes with me, I give honesty and expect honesty. So I told him. What happened I certainly didn’t expect, though it made my stomach squirm and heart race.
He approached close, sharing just a few soft, affectionate gestures. His hands in the armored gauntlets, surprisingly gentle given the slightly worn-off metal. The other arm, until now limply at his side, looped around me in a gesture of protective fondness. Each of his movements spoke volumes, in the quiet language only two of us could understand at that moment. My hand drifted upwards, and started to gently stroke his head, to which he replied by long, slow brush of his nose against my neck, the unique, pleasant tension rising -
...We breathed it out, his hands giving a last, slow drift along my form before I opened the door up from the cabins..
Though it feels like something new opened between Ash and me.
I wonder where this goes.

Disembarking from the ship we headed straight to other, The Damned, usually docking close to the storage of the Lower Reschotti Estate. On the deck, there was already Joriin, resting against the loaded boxes with sailing supplies.
 
Others soon joined in, including Darius and Belorfin. The whole group of us went on to aid a distant village, located quite a distance upstream. As sketchy as it seemed, in the end we received information and later, a barely suited compensation. Though the most surprising about the whole mission was – that they let me take the lead. It happened on its own, spontaneously, and they were fine with it. The thing is, an order of tasks needed to be established. Cave of unknown secrets, which ended up being a creation system for lesser Yuan-Ti and similar creatures. After that, the group of us went to fight our way through the narrow, poorly-lit tunnels of the local mines, overrun with earth elementals and creatures of the dark. Lastly, a task for an Arcanist mentalist, some underwater exploration. Uncomfortable experience through-and-through!
Ash managed to put a smile on my face again, offering his hand as he always does when I’m about to board a boat.
Appreciated. As all the times he did it before.

Only him, Bel and I returned as a group to the town, allowing ourselves a well-deserved rest at the Adventurers‘ Society. It’s been calm, harmonious... we were simply enjoying the evening as the minutes rolled by. Relaxed among my friends, I conjured a little flame, shaping it into a cygnet swan. It spread its wings, searing plumage elegantly spread like two fans, and I rose the flame upwards, the swan spiraling upwards, glowing. Twirling as it worked its wings upwards. Staying there for a bit, like a nova star, only to descend and fly in a lazy elipse, wing brushing the stones of the fireplace before finally laying its head to rest an inch above Ash’s reaching palm. It was beautiful, difficult but rewarding. I almost chuckled, as even Bel liked it enough to express himself.
It was amazing.

As the first stars started to rise during the dusk, Ash and I embarked on a journey towards our picnic spot. The most calming of places, in the Crypts of Moander. He invited Belorfin as well, desiring to get him to know me better, so the things are even more at ease. That would be nice. Though in the end, Ash was glad he didn’t come.
Since, our long, deep and open conversation evolved into something else when I asked about what he wants to do in case the things with 14th Legion turn out grim. His expression was that of thinking, and then, blinked into a realisation. He slowly leant close to me, spending a second to breathe in some courage before giving me a soft, careful kiss, as if going too intense could shatter the moment itself. It did not. I played to his affections, my heart felt as if melting and opening, the warmth flooding my whole chest area. I lost my breath for a split moment, then exhaled and gave in.
I allowed myself, to live, to move on, to feel. Like Vivi, Uldur, Ash and many others told me to, that I can and I may allow it to myself. So I did and never looked back.

Adra. I believe you’re proud of him.

#15
Returning back to Hadrian from the unexpected close happening at the Enclave Monastery mountain, at the very same place Ash and I camped weeks ago. But this time, we let go of anything but that very moment, not caring about anything but each other and ourselves, for a small moment in time. A serene, pure night, with few words and many gentle, loving gestures.
I could not see myself doing such thing, yet there I was, letting all my breaches fall, being vulnerable and open.
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I wonder whether he does it to sate his heart, or to scare away the dark?

...

On my way home from the Queen of the River, I stumbled upon Darius arguing, again, with a person. Waiting for my red-clad friend to notice me, I leant against a tree with a gentle, calming smile. He’s going to need that exact smile when he turns over to see who came new.
After a brief talk, he bid me to find a safe place for us to talk. Me, eager and happy to host guests at my home at any time of the day and year, gladly invited him over to my beautiful garden and cozy house.

Our talk included his plan to free Vivili, with the help of devils... he apparently works with Nuzu, though not in a way Michael did, only as a mean to an end. Though she left a mark on him, a mark that burns and heats up his body, making it even more difficult to control his rage and bloodthirst.
He himself pointed out, after hearing my talk about my loved husband, that he clearly has some similarities with and is going to do his best to avoid making the same mistakes Michael did. I thanked him for it, not wanting to lose another person close to my heart, another one that makes me smile, despite my worn-out heart.

...

Meeting Cashand hours later, I only asked him to prepare for a big trouble, and a lots of fire. He appreciated and understood, not forcing me further. I always keep the secrets I promise to keep. Even though, by now there’s a literal mound of them, piled up inside of me.
In stasis and silence.

#16
Few days have passed, and the day of punishments - and end of a voting - came.
With most citizens voting for the 14th legion to leave, all prisoners were set free, including Vivili. But, to our surprise, the devils appeared nonetheless, destroying and rampaging all over Hadrian.
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Each of us fought relentlessly to the best of our ability. I, keeping in ming to not waste my flame, called forth the summoned creatures, who tore the flesh of devils and baatezu with their pincers and mandibles, poisoning them and weakening them for my comrades to defeat.

Vivi and Johannes ran away, and even wanted me to come with. I had to decline, there is no place for me to hide at this moment. I must defent what matters, until the end.

By working together, we prevailed, though the city was in ruin, streets covered in ash, dust and blood.
Hadrian being secured for now, I and few others have rushed into Southbank to see the state of things. The riverside town was plundered and destroyed, with a sad, disappointed Cashand in the center of all of it. He defended the town well, but as soon as one orc slipped around him, all was lost.

Ash, Belorfin and I headed forth, following the footpath of the orc horde coming back to their dens.
We were met with a surprising defence, and my fire was, again, completely useless. At those times I envy wizards even more, being able to learn anything they want. While I, without the gift of the flame, would only reign by my protective and soothing spells. Besides those I remember from taking control of the shadows.
Either way, we come to a standstill, stopping the fight.

That moment I’ve seen that my staff is no longer in my hand, and then I recalled the flash and tearing sound that sounded when an orc champion swung his ax at me. I must have blocked it, with the blade breaking the spell seals of the wood, making the impact from within and without shatter the textured redwood. The splinters stuck in the light chainmail and in my hand only confirmed it, and with that, I slowly returned home after Cashand reassuring me that he is still alright with me, even though I did not come with him to defend Southbank... I did not even notice him leaving, to be exact.
No matter, all of us staying together is what is important. Me, Bel and Ash. Cashand and I.
And the troubled Darius, who wandered away who knows where.

#17
Johannes brought me, Uldur, Joriin and Ash dolls made by Vivili - a plushie of Uldur, of me, of Michael, of Ash, and of Cashand Joriin. I found a place for mine and Michael’s ones next to the lavender-bearing kobold plush on my bed, also felted by Vivi.
Based on what Johannes told us, Vivi went away with Nuzu, who teleported her somewhere safe... no one knows where, and it’s probably for the best. The closing of one story.

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Due to my staff being shattered to splinters somewhere at the bottom of the Southbank forest chasm, I was in dire need for some tool to help keep me alive. So, my lovely Cashand took me on a shopping spree to the Underdark - right into the Drow city Michael prevented me from visiting the last time him and I were there. So this time, having Cashand instead of Michael by my side, we went on, exploring the wonderful architecture - graceful yet gloomy, a darkened underearth cityscape of black, burgundy and red.
Being his usual kind self, he helped me pet an underdark animal - a small fuzzy ox-like being, called “rothe”. Using his body to shield my small form from the gazes of druegari, I pet the pack rothe with excitement and glee.
Continuing our sightseeing trip, despite the markets being closed on this day, we went on to see the temples, taking in the enticing beauty, which grasped both Cashand and I by our hearts and didn’t let go.

Certainly, a lovely time together. As any other.

...

Not finding any staff-like items for sale anywhere, I got a thought of having a spear instead of an actual staff. Similar in form, only bearing a blade, it seems far better for me than a usual, blunt staff. He agreed.
Gathering of the materials went well, we got enough shadow iron for a high-quality spear and I brought oak wood from my basement storage area to make the pole base tough enough to not shatter easily. It will get reinforced further throughout the enchanting, allowing it to withstand the same and even tougher conditions under which my staff from Michael broke.
During the forging process, Cash and I had another of our “perfect kiss moments”, again, not harvested. We both realize we keep having these moments, ideal, almost magical opportunities for our first kiss, yet we never have one. Being as close as we are, no kisses are needed. Our hearts are close enough already as we are, to neither of us needing to care about such displays and gestures, despite both of us being curious about the feeling of each other.

Besides, Ash found peace with me. And Joriin is glad things are the way they are.
As he said himself, what matters to him is my safety and my happiness. No matter where I find it.

...

Further preparations and discussions revealed things we have for the spear creation. A frost shard, radiating biting cold, several vials of wyverns blood, gold, hook horror claw... and the shadow gem Michael gave me in return of me letting him feel how I heat up during the pre-release part of fire spells... such a long time ago. We lived in Sullivans still back then.
And I’m trailing off again... no way to command the heart, there is.


In order to create the spear, we returned to his skyfloating estate. Choosing his study desk, after him reassuring me it doesn’t matter whether it gets stained or not, we started with the process, with him determined to be only there to guide me and help me, while I do majority of the work. He seems keen on teaching his little sorceress... still, I can’t get over how unexpected this whole thing is. Master Arcanist and a small, fiery sorceress.


At first we set down all materials needed, on the desk and on the nearby windowsil, continuing with pre-writing the blade runes.
Heating up the blade, we inserted the sharpened hook horror claw slightly sideways into the scorching hot dark metal, so it tears and rends the flesh when struck, making any wounds difficult to heal the standard ways. After that, the time for sharpness runes came. Joriin helped to guide my hand in some of the symbols, runecarving being a bit foreign to me at that time.

Cooling the blade down with the first vial of wyvern blood, we let it simmer, bubble and cool itself, with the blood pooling inside the rune ridges.
Next, quite an unusual task for me - imbuing the frost essence of the shard into the shadow iron blade itself. I’ve been able to do only because of already being familiar with Cashand’s magic, and used to its feeling and thanks to trust we have to each other. I felt what he was doing, and tried to follow. The shard connected and merged into the spearhead, locking itself in the metal and immediately flooding it with cold, cold so strong it sucked out the red color out of the claw, leaving it ashen grey with only a washed-out, reddish hue.

Moving over to the other side of the spear, to the lowest point of the spear handle, Cashand started melting a chunk of gold in order to sculpt a ‘bed’ for the shadow gem to be secured in. Helping out with my innate fire, several stubborn chunks have molten down, making the part perfect for our needs. Now, I inserted the shadow gem into place - it fit perfectly.
From this point on, only a web of enchantments was woven, and imbued into the crystal, with carved runes on the handle leading the energies towards the blade and back. I popped open the last vial, letting a tilted blade of the dagger lead the blood in a gentle stream over the whole spear pole, as I turned in a slow and fluid motion from the left to the rightmost end of the pole.
Before we covered the spear handle in thin white hide to let the blood soak up better for the next two days, we could see the runes start dimly pulsing purple as the enchantments were settling into the weapon.

Now, off to rest and relax in the embrace of the only pale master my soul is at peace with.

Update: Theme songs!

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Journals & Backgrounds / Records of the Songweaver

« on: September 13, 2019, 06:50:34 am »

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Ivory Leithien
Cleric of Corellon Larethian | Songweaver | Painting Artist

Acolyte's Circlet___

Artist's Tools___

Temple Mother's Letter Opener___

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Background: Born half-breed and adopted into a middle class family, Ivory's been put into a tutelage of the monastery of the Corellon Larethian church. Being mentored in arts, defence and scriptures, she then continued her studies in the legal field just to return to the faith once more after three years of expertise and work. Renewing her skills and faith vows, she's become a novice. And on the day of being promoted an acolyte, she chose to serve her deity out in the world, choosing the role of the creator and defender, inspired by the teachings of the temple's high priestess in her youth. Coming down towards Hadrian from the north, Ivory carries nothing but her gear and skills, confident and determined to shape the world around her by the gentle arts of word, song and color.

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Netherese Library / Re: Submissions and Contribution Provided to the Library of Vastiir

« on: September 12, 2019, 08:04:12 am »

*Sherina delivers a cleaned-up copy of a manuscript. She looks a bit older than you remember her, different from the cheerful girl who've come to ask about the bronze and silver dragons in the past.
A seemingly fresh scar stands out on her face, leading from her upper lip to the tip of the left cheek bone*

*a postcard-like note is clipped to the front page, reading... :*

"Good day to you, mister Pendragon!
I'm happy to announce the publishing of my first book - a studies about the wild Patrician wyverns. I'm stopping by before the main office hours, due to the fact I headed here as the first thing, knowing that the busyness of Hadrian would drag me in like  a maelstrom again.
My sincere apologies, mister. I'd surely love to catch up with you over a large cup of tea and homebaked sweets soon in the future.
Yours sincerely,
-Sherina Tsirak-Copperfield"


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Tsirak's Observances and Studies of Patrician Wyverns
written by Sherina Tsirak-Copperfield

--()--

Patrician mountain peaks host many creatures. Some of them peaceful, some of them hostile.
In an environment where the prey items are scarce, predators have grown to be tougher, stronger, faster and more determined than they would be in any other place. Wyverns, bears and bullettes, each of them deadly, graze the ascending grassland turning into steep, rocky peaks.
Usual prey, due to the absence of forested areas, is small and mountain chain's prey population consists mostly of rabbits, small game hidden in the bushes, and, well - of other predators.
Due to the size of adult and old wyverns, the large bears are being hunted and torn apart by these magnificent, feral wild creatures.
I welcome you to the study on Patrician Wyverns.

--()--

•Body•
The scaly, muscular and dextrous body of a wyvern bears, aside from a whip-like tail with poisonous stinger on its tip, a pair of giant, strong wings, muscular hind legs, and a draconic head.

The head of a wyvern is a beautiful sight of nature.  Balance of tan-brown scales and greyish fur growth, with their cold eyes staring from under a thick brow bone, and their maw, able to tear apart a dire bear with the sheer strength of its jaw and fangs. Their ears are hidden beneath a small tuft of fur behind fin-like shapes on the sides of its head, so the sensitive organ is being protected from strong winds.




Their wings, able to fly and glide through the sharp mountain wind, are strong and often used both as wings and as front legs.
The wing thumbs allow the wyvern to climb cliffs and rocky mountainsides, thus allowing it a chance to sneak up on its prey.

Besides their blood and scales, their tail stinger and poison can be used for weapon crafting.
As soon as the poison gets into a bloodstream, the victim suffers a great pain, and can succumb quickly if their body is frail.
Their hide, scale spine plates and wing membrane can be used to craft light armor. And by using the wing membrane for joint areas, the movements of the wearer won't make any detectable sound.

•Behavior•
Territory markings of wyverns include claw scratches, rubbed trees (which matches the territory marking of bears), and faint trails of poison-tinted rock or foliage. In fact, a wyvern will rarely steal the prey of another wyvern.

•Social•
Even though mostly solitary, the young wyverns of the Peaks can be found in groups, wandering the lower grassy parts of the mountain chain.
Another exception seem to be giant bear hunts, where a handful of wyverns will swoop down onto the back and head of the monstrous creature, beating it down with their wings, rending its flesh with their claws while they use their beastly maws to crush and snap through the thick bones of their prey.

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General Discussion / Re: What would you like to see on N:AoM?

« on: September 09, 2019, 07:41:10 am »

Underdark and a functioning drow city. Vendors, dialogues, assigning stores to merchants WHICH ARE ALREADY THERE, and the building for trades with tge surface folk has no assigned area whatsoever. So much can be done, and it would take at most hour or two. Spent more time in nwn editor than actually playing. But either way, that place has monstrous POTENTIAL, and it's sad to go there with curiosity and wonder, ended up seeing only a make up skeleton.
Sone drow related utems are already in the base game so even the creation of a wide array if items will take shirt while to make.

That's the only thing I recall. Annnd the Malar's Hollow is a ghost town as well, should be brought to life.

And how about a reptile summoning book theme? Thunder monitor lizard summon etc, there is a ton of open possibilities with such theme.

And a way to make wands of the server-added spells (like Scorching Ray)

Now, that's all probably, gotta do some other stuff

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Journals & Backgrounds / Re: Sherina Tsirak - A Memory Book

« on: August 16, 2019, 03:25:32 pm »

Windchimes

#12
I spent a major part of the previous day at Sullivan’s Jungles, specifically at Vivi’s place. Uldur called me over via hazily-explained proclaimation – I had to follow my gut feeling, and fortunately, it was correct. Although the plan was to go on a little exploration, we ended up hanging out in Vivi’s cave. The topics got deeper as she shared various stories and knowledge, getting to the subject of the Vall, and to the topic of the pain.
I asked my question, as her
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contained madness gives her a unique viewpoint – and I learned to listen to the mad. And she told me similar view to the one Ash shared – I am free to live my life, and I’m allowed to be happy. Once more, differently and again.

...

The next morning, after a night with zero sleep due to comforting and supporting Uldur in his slumber, I caught a ship to Hadrian. Fortunately for my exhausted body and mind, the bedrolls at the back of the ship are sufficient for a few hour long nap, and while I rested at least a little bit, the ship arrived to the port town.
Besides feeling tired, I felt like hanging out. Thankfully enough, Joriin was available for a bit of a friendly chat, and as I went to ask him a question I was nervous about – Johannes approached us, disrupting my question right as I was to spill out the main part of it. The winged man leant against a pillar supporting the trellis of the General Store, giving me space to scurry over to Cashand and quietly ask what I wanted to. To be fair, I’ve been nervous as I haven’t been for a considerable while.
The... Cashand’s answer stunned me for a split second, as he told me he’s been thinking about the same thing. How the head scratches feel with his new, skeletal arm. Smiling warmly as he does, and just as considerate, letting me know that the timing and place is up to me. Sweet necromancer.
Later on, Johannes let me play with the almost white fluff of his wings. Soft feathers neatly folded over one another, in the perfect shape – just a bit too small to get a fighter in a full armor into the air. My hands snaked over each of his wing, feeling the thumb part, the numerous small feathers of the top and then towards stroking the long, massive main feathers. While he and I were waiting for Cashand to come back, Johannes started talking. Sharing personal matters of his father’s passing, and his feelings of loss. So be it, I lent him an ear.

After our wait was over, Joriin, Johannes and I went on a long trip, far beyond the Patrician plains, deep into the snowy cold mountains. The peaks, infested by demonic spawn and wild energies, house a deep, maze-like crypt with its corridors winding left and right, spliting only so they can join a few hundred meters later. Amazing architectural strusture for sure, but deadly if you can’t face what’s inside.
And we, fortunately, could.
Cashand’s primary intent was to show Johannes how to speak with ghosts. Apparently there is supposed to be such room in the depths of the icy maze. Yet as it often goes, we didn’t have enough luck to find what we were looking for.

Biting frost clawed onto our flesh as we ventured onto a path back to the town of Hadrian, fighting through the cold-changed animals and otherwordly beings, lashing at us with their powerful limbs. We got through, and after several hours of a hike, we got back to the town of prostitutes and cheap ale.
On our way though, stoppin by at the Northern Farms, I pulled out a package of fairy floss for Johannes, for which he thanked me. Stressed and nervous, not knowing what Joriin could like, as I’ve never seen him eat, I handed him a gold-ribbon tied pack of 'caramel roaches' – caramel and soft nougat coated in a crispy chocolate layer. I received thanks in return, though whether he tasted them is a mystery.

We went to sell our finds. Johannes went inside with the bag of loot, while I stayed outside, enjoying the evening sky up above. Cashand, heading in, suddenly stopped and turned towards me. And again, that kind smile while a veil of regret and dark flickered through, somewhere deep in his gaze. After Johannes‘ depart, Cashand and I traveled to his estate, accompanied by a friendly conversation.
Touring parts and separate buildings of his private enclave, we mainly talked interior decoration and various remakes possible to make to various parts of his floating island. It has a lot of potential, with its own inn and many other possible venues. Discussion proceeded further as we reached his bedroom – admittedly, the last thing I would see myself being at is a Master Arcanist’s bedroom. Yet here I am, folding my cloak and setting down my lovingly carved staff.

Cashand sat down on the bed, his back against the head of the bed, waiting for me to get closer. I sat down as well, turning around a bit, allowing him a comfortable access. Nice and considerate, he gently placed the palm of his left hand on the top of my head, and as he spread his fingers to the sides, I got familiar with the new feeling. He started slowly, massaging my head with the bony hand. The sensation, intense, light and yet firm, sent slight tingles over my scalp and neck, making me instinctively lean into the gentle swirling touch of his phalanges.
His hand, although unnatural, felt warm on my head. I felt my body get limp further and further, dropping into the serene bliss of care and light affection, shared among two close friends. My shoulders have drooped as I gave in to the comforting sensations. Cashand, noticing so imediately, had offered me himself to lean on as a support – which I gladly accepted.
Whole late evening and night flowed by on the same, harmonious tune, until we both fell asleep.

#13
The past days were hectic, to say the least. The mist had caught its breath, now ravaging the land with even more fervor. Pain and chaos. Focusing on the brightness, on the small compliment Ash gives me now and then. I have to keep going on, if not for myself, then for Michael and the sacrifice he made.
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Ash, Three, Bel and I fought the incoming horces of the mist-risen dead in the plains, leaving Uldur to keep the city safe from any runaways. Now are the times we need to be able to lean on each other, as any singular pieces will crumble under the weight of events and duty.

Day has started on a lighter note, with an early noon chat with my friends. I had a short moment of warmth with Morgaine as I told her of my first picnic with Ash, which made her smile. Unfortunately, I had no more good news or at least distractions for her. Her job is busy and tasks are hard, and even though I’m her guard, I feel I’m not doing anything to ease it all up.
I wish she would tell me all I could help her with.
And I still have no idea where to start about the Harvest Moon... I might need to meet with Morgaine and the head of the organization, after the Voust thing is dealt with, to see their visions for the place.

After that, Uldur and I went home... originally. He trailed off the path into the hidden cellar-den, a place he comes to brood at quite often, based on his own words. And there, in the dim light of a singular torch, unable to cast enough light to do more than to just draw out the shadows, he told me of all the trouble and turmoil going on. He had declared a conflict among large factions, in an attempts to make things at least have a chance to get right. But what can get right in this knotted-up mess anymore?
No matter what we choose, someone will die, and such grim times I certainly didn’t expect to lie in the future. All while Uldur, the lovely knightly man, keeps himself withering just to remember all he needs to. Cashand can’t seem to get his hands on a master Mentalist, which is the worse news in this situation. If anyone, Uldur deserves priority in all the help. Always kind and protective. Keeping the duty Michael given him long even after his death, Uldur has been there for me and many others, and he is the main reason why I am alive. He saved me, nurtured me back to health and thanks to him I stand up from the bed each day, grateful for his presence. In budding panic and reality overwhelm, he also managed to tell me about the growing danger for not only him and Vivili, but also for Ash. And told me the word Ash gave him for me – that after whatever happens when 14th takes him, if he lives, he will be with his mother and I may come to visit. I will, Uldur, I will. And if he doesn’t, I shall keep my word and give his remains to the quiet, living Black.

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Journals & Backgrounds / Re: Sherina Tsirak - A Memory Book

« on: August 07, 2019, 06:58:00 pm »

Building What’s Lost

#9
In the rays of a sunrise, I departed towards Sullivans Port, trying to keep my promise to Vivili – to visit her as often as humanly possible. Fortunately, I found her in the fields – yes, the very fields I was teaching Michael at about farming. The fields of „Plants fear the Iron“, where I always corrected him – that the „plants like the Iron.“ Spoiler

Nostalgia aside, Vivi and I had a pleasant time together – perhaps beside the talk about how Ash is sort of forcing her to stay with Nuzu in a relationship to prevent the attack on Valstiir enclave. That doesn‘t sound like Ash. I don’t know who to trust anymore.
 
 
Stopping by Hadrian’s Inn for the usual sweet cake for my past darling, I stumbled upon a wounded man, limply leaning on his sword in the center of the square. If wouldn’t be me if I haven’t come closer and show him the necessary directions – this time, it seemed to be quite dire, so I suggested using the services of the local Temple.
Temporarily preventing the man from receiving his treatment, there went mister Raul (with whom I talked about my order, though it seems it might take longer than any of us estimated) and a halfling trader, offering us various valuables. Surprisingly, I chose a Phoenix belt, an accessory suited to my needs. The only thing left is to wait until the end of the Skettus silent auction for the Elven Crafted Amulet, and I should be good to go to any battle or situation.
 
I went on with my day afterward, visiting the grave of my dearest one, with a book and a cake. I like to read at that place, it’s very enjoyable and serene... after you get rid of the constant nuisance of ever-returning bandits.
As I was slowly closing the chapter, a proclamation echoed through my head – it’s Joriin! He seemed to have successfully finished his ritual, which is something I want to see the results of! I’ve been waiting for the news, almost desperately, as he has become quite a close friend of mine.
I can’t say I’m not surprised, as the disdain of Arcanists towards sorcerers is widely known. Even though all of this, Cashand and I have come to a mutual understanding, and we seem to accept and support each other in a way.
I have to see him.
 
I lunged into a hug with Joriin, joyful of my friend’s return – though he was changed. His previously black-brown hair has faded in color, leaving it steel grey with streaks of midnight blackness. Heh, both of us have come to a conclusion that now he’s even more pale than I – which seems to be a personal achievement of his own. I wonder HOW pale would I be after undergoing such a transition. Perhaps I’d be white as the snow on the cursed mountain...
 
As Joriin and I were catching up, deeply indulging in a friendly conversation, the man from before, now bandaged, has come to the square again, meeting our Mayor Morgaine and her partner, Fjord. Those three have talked some introductory stuff, as it often goes in such situations. Our Mayor loves to welcome new arrivals and travelers in person.
Joriin, curious nonetheless, walked up to them after a while, casually asking several questions. I joined them soon, now even I have become curious about this red-haired fighter.
His name turned out to be Darius Arren, a temperament fighter with a sword and a spell. Seems to be of a sort not unlike Uldur, though something about him is vastly different from the knightly teddybear Uldur proves himself to be.
 
 
Later the group separated, leaving Jorrin and me on our own again, next to hi favorite cart with kegs. I wonder what made him pick that spot... Perhaps his love for wine?
Not minding the business of the port town, we talked and agreed to continue at his estate.. or a mansion, I should say? His enclave.
Fun thing is, that I barely keep in mind his immense power and the position he has. When he’s with me, he simply becomes... my friend. And that’s all he is at that given moment. Perhaps that’s why he spends so much time with me. Perhaps it’s refreshing.. perhaps it’s something else. Either way, I’m the one sorcerer he doesn’t hate – so I’m content with the situation!
 
At his place, while we were talking about both magical and non-magical stuff, he had shown me a creature he can summon, an undead two-weapon fighter. Towering mummy, never tiring out, not knowing pain nor fear. A rather impressive ‚pet‘, as he calls it.
After that display of power and skill, he’s shown me another change of his body – his, now completely skeletal left arm, entwined in magic.
„May I touch?“ was my question, a careful one, as I didn’t want it to sound too pushy.
He allowed me, with a smile, offering me to take an even better look at the bath.
My soul filled with expectation, Cashand took off his glove and lifted the sleeve of his suit, exposing the skeletal limb. I stared at it with marvel and curiosity, watching its smooth movement and soft texture, as the light of the mythallar shard occasionally reflected on the dull bone surface.
 
I reached forth to gently touch it, running my fingers across the smooth textured surface. I felt a few tiny dents here and there, y fingertips following the curves of the bones. Entranced by the wonderful display of willpower and magic, I became absorbed by the studying of the arm. I ran my hand lower, carefully exploring and touching the bones of the wrist, palm and fingers. Cashand chuckled, watching me play and explore, seemingly quite amused and happy with the situation. I remember him being afraid to take that step, worried about losing friends. Why would he worry, though? I expressed how beautiful I find it to be, which surprised him a great deal. I held his hand, feeling the gentle warmth emanating from the hard, smooth surface, albeit a bit rough at some places. Not giving it much of a thought, I intertwined my fingers with his phalanges, taking in the feelings with an open heart. I looked up at him, thankful and glad. Continuing the talk, I forgot I held his hand – which I later apologized for. Thanks stars, Cashand didn’t seem uncomfortable in the slightest. He didn’t accept the apology, telling me there is nothing to be sorry about, that he is happy someone expresses a genuine interest in the things he’s done. And gave my hand a little squeeze.
 
I must admit, such warmth, kindness and openness are rarely found in people, and I certainly didn’t expect to find such traits in a Master Arcanist – and a necromancer in one.
 
As our talk continued, both of us gave the bath a thought. As his estate seems to lack a proper bathtub, as unexpected as it is, we went to my place to let him have a bath in my steel-rimmed tub. It’s not like that bathtub hasn’t seen more men than I did... as if it matters, after all. Caring about friends is important and necessary. And to be frank, Joriin and I have seen each other already, so there was nothing to be nervous about. For both sides.
 
I prepared the bath, as usual, warming it up with my inherent flame, with Cashand watching from the distance. He then sat down into the hot water, relaxing, and I was invited to touch his skin. It seems the half-undeath made his skin more resistant and hardened. So I did.
I gently slid my hand across his upper back, not feeling any difference at first. Though as I slightly pressed on the skin, I felt the unusual toughness. I went a bit further and pinched at his right shoulder. He obviously didn’t feel a thing. As I continued my touches, Joriin tried to reassure me, saying that I can do as I wish, and to try what I wish. After that I sat next to the bathtub, leaning my head backward, resting against his humerus. We were both relaxed and content, with Joriin flexing his phalanges now and then, and I watched. As the wholesome evening continued, I mentioned my last will, that I’m giving my body to him for the research purposes. He.. was thankful, but not excited about the idea of me passing.
Definitely, a nice and lovely evening. I slept well... no more nightmares, it seems, at least not for tonight.

 
#10
Morgaine’s proclamation disturbed the writing of the Michael’s chronicle Uldur asked me to write. She’s preparing to go to the Asylum again... and as her spellmaiden, a guard, I had to be there. I quickly dressed into the battle robes, grabbed my staff and rushed out of the door.
Thinking about many recent events I arrived to see Mayor and Fjord already at the square. Even though they’re together, there aren’t many familiarities and affections shared. Usually. A few more people have gathered along the way, including Casper.
Spoiler

Upon entry, our party met a mysterious, masked woman – calling herself ‚Lue‘. She turned out to be disguised Vivili, my troubled, crimson flower. She came to help us, being the only one who truly knows what lies in the Asylum. The deeper we got the heavier my head became – not because of any spell, but because of the knowledge of how vast and difficult the renovations are going to be. Even though Joriin already offered his golems, it will take some time and considerable effort to transform that wretched place into a true health-promoting facility I dream of.
 
Deep in the maze of Asylum, we found Zilta, seemingly wandering about. Not much later we left to explore the surroundings, finding a small crypt, though we were able to see the massive rest of the underground, beyond a pitch-black pit. Giving up on the crypts, we headed back up – meanwhile, the hordes have emerged, though have been immediately punished by the spell of Zilta and I. I gave Morgaine several battle wands to use in the times of need – I trust she is going to use them in the best-suited situation. She is my Mayor, after all. How sad I can’t craft more wands, as I’m not getting re-paid the sealing fee of the Arcanist Guild craft rooms.
 
As soon as Vivi exposed herself, throwing away the disguise, Joriin distanced himself, declining to work alongside her. Laws and position don’t allow him, as he later explained to me, and I further told it to Vivi. She, fortunately, understood.
 
Continuing our mission, the group decided to walk back to the main gates after paying a brief visit to the Groundskeeper. And, at the gates... A massive ancient vampire, far more enormous than any of the giants living in the Landslide part of the hills, squeezed out of the entrance door. My summon and Pattie frightened out and blindly attacked – by a split second I managed to send Pattie back, evading a deadly blow. Giant and we then talked. Only briefly, as Count Voust didn’t seem to obey the laws and requests presented. Instead, the fight has begun.
All of us had fought beyond our limits and with all of our powers – Fjord held the ancient vampire back, so the spellcasters were free to rain magic and fire down on him. The magical resistances of the monstrosity have worn out, his flesh tattered and charred – with the beast now fleeing to the depths of the wretched building. We followed.
 
The main door locked behind us upon entry, leaving us trapped in the massive labyrinth of pain and death. We pushed on and through the endless, soulless monstrosities until we reached one of the larger halls – now hosting two magma balors and Narrius himself.
The battle was quick and ferocious, draining our powers even more. I was already out of magic, being able to weave only little cantrips and keep my eye on the Mayor.
She was struck down, yet I’ve been able to stabilize her in time – which seemed to make Narrus the Tyrant even angrier. His focus turned towards me, as his booming voice resonated through the polished stone hall – “Die, DIE!!”
He got me.
His fangs dove deep inside of me, I felt my own armor piercing me as he tore my flesh…
 
Then I woke up, fighting for breath, suffocating. My vision was blurry with tears of struggle, I saw a hint of red and then blue, vibrant colors against the grey… was it ceiling? Colors got lost by the seconds, and when I no longer even felt my body struggling for breath... A wave of healing, soothing energy washed over me, a familiar and welcomed feeling of the healing wand magic. I could breathe again.
This was close.
 
The situation was as follows – Vivili, seemingly not knowing about my allergy, emptied a whole potion inside of my mouth. I’ve been fortunate that at least someone remembered my situation and used the wand – I wouldn’t be able to write this entry otherwise. Thank gods.
Vivi… Vivili felt horrible.
 
Just a few minutes after a helmed Arcanist, apparently looking for Zilta, has appeared and opened a portal to the Arcanist building in Hadrian, and we safely passed through.
I had to have come crepes with cream and a short rest.
Coin, here I come.
 

Meanwhile, the energies got out of balance and the sun got surrounded by the black aura. Undead flooded the streets, and as a guard, I fought. On my patrol, I rescued a bearded young man – apparently of celestial origin, as he sported a pair of rich-plumed, pearly white wings on his back. The soft fluff of feathers stained with the decomposing, dark fluids spilling out of the wounds of the zombies.
I at least healed him, as I couldn’t help him up due to his size and heavy armor. His name is Johannes, and he is indeed, an Aasimar. Something seems a bit off about him, his history not having much of the expected parts of a partially angelic being. Well, be it what it is, I needed to keep the man safe. A citizen is a citizen, and the safest place at that moment was by my side. So, I had him tag along for the duration of the patrol until we parted ways.

 

#11
Uldur told me of his favorite memory of Michael. The joy he has seen on the face of my beloved when he presented him the black unicorn horn – at the time the last ingredient for the Selune temple cure. Even though, I doubt it would have worked.
Spoiler

Later in the morning, I went to the Sailor’s Coin... It’s a nice place for when I feel like being alone but not entirely, in case I’d start doing something to myself again. That time Ash saved me haunts me still, as I’m unsure whether I will one time turn against myself again, and that time, there wouldn’t be anyone to save me. Or, willing to.
People are not the nicest, with some exceptions of course.
 
I met Cashand as he was resting at the inn by the fireplace – surely getting some heat into his body, as he has mentioned before that ever since his pale master transition, there are times when he feels incredibly cold. Perhaps I could ask him about trapping my flame in a magical blanket or something, so he can find comfort and warmth anytime?
Either way, we slowly started talking. As close friends, able to enjoy eachothers‘ company without the words. Just as it was now. First one who spoke was I, and from there, the laid-back conversation of a fire sorceress and a pale master had bloomed onwards. We talked about various topics – his wonderment and curiosity about what would have become of me if the shadow taint was allowed to consume me whole, his admiration for Roz’dha’s spellcraft, his plans, the fallen enclave, friendly hikes, red mists... and how we two can do some work to stop the mists entirely. As usual, Cashand presented many good ideas, and especially one surprised me, as he mentioned that NO ONE tried this yet – to simply TALK with the druegar! Morgaine bragged about killing them once in a while, but especially from someone like her... to not even try the utmost base of diplomacy!? That let me down if it’s true. Now I doubt that any of the deep dwarves would be willing to listen to us, due to what humans put them through already.
 
My dear Joriin mentioned he’d like to drink less, and since his favorite beverage is wine, I tried to work something out. In the end, I brought him a bottle of a currant-blackberry juice. His warm and surprised smile when I handed it to him, and the taste seemed to be similar to the taste of wine. I’m glad.
 
 
The moments by the fire were interrupted by Johannes stopping by, and not-so-subtly asking about Michael’s death. Cashand has tried to steer the conversation away, keeping an eye on me for any signs of discomfort. After the worst had passed I casted a Message cantrip and mentally told Joriin of my gratitude – he simply smiled in response.
 
 
...
 
 
A clearly audible announcement came up – Any adventurers and such were to see Planewalker Steven Darvis at the Hadrian’s Magic Store. The task was simple – to explore what lies beyond the new portal gate. A hefty bunch of people has gathered, and within a while, we all stepped through the planar gate, into the unknown.
 
 
The other side was... a city, it seemed. Much different than our cities usually look, with tall, slightly wrenched buildings and wide walkways. Housing freely-wandering hordes of undead, which quickly fell under my flame and the joint effort of all those who have passed through. A moderate while later we’ve found a door, being opened by unusual mechanism Johannes seemed to know.
So we entered.
It was a building, with long, winding polished stone corridors and halls with cushiony couches and feather-soft beds. Yet none of us dropped their guard.
The building was empty.
 
On a hidden town square, we’ve found a huge, glowing obelisk adorned with various runes – meaning of which I didn’t know. Fortunately, we had Joriin with us, but before he could do any further research on the faintly glowing, pulsing pillar – a man of a name ‚Honest‘ pressed one of the runes. In his imagination, it seemed like two.. pleasuring women, and that was the reason for his action. Strange man, certainly not the sort I’d like to ever meet in person.. especially not in private. His action at first seemed to caus nothing – however, after a few seconds passed, a pack of water elementals has emerged, drowning several members of the group under their forceful waves. We defended ourselves and helped those who have breathed in the copious amounts of water, making sure everyone stays alive.
To my disappointment, most of the present folk couldn’t find a better thing to do than to criticize Joriin for something that would've never happened without Honest’s dull action. I walked up to the necromancer’s side, being silent support. He is a nice person, and can’t be left alone in this – even though he can easily manage, and certainly does not mind. I was surprised by his question – „Are you okay?“
The words of care rarely heard from anyone else, let alone another mage. I tilted my helm to the side, whispering to him a few short, warm sentences.
 
The pillar seemed to be a key to the planes, something beyond my current understanding but Cashand seemed familiar with it. Johannes just stood there, looking at the two divided groups, trying to bring them to work together. Joriin and I were open to that, but the other mix of people were of much less willing sort. As it is was by a chance, the two people who kept themselves blind to who Michael truly was were there too – the halflings Casper and Marlee, glaring at everyone else without a reason. Hmh, and Marlee kept telling me before that she prays for Michael’s quick recovery – and when he recovered, she was the one to first throw accusations and untrue words at him! People who keep two faces should at least be subtle about it, this is just annoying. Anyways, the second group declined to fully join forces, despite Joriin’s battle capabilities – thanks to which we all finished the mission alive.
 
We’ve found several books describing the base four elemental planes, available for anyone to study for the knowledge of their creatures. Darius, Johannes, and Joriin set up a book study meeting – and after my playful question whether a lady is being left out, Darius simply remarked that my role was already solidified due to ‚my relationship.‘ Now I don’t know what it was supposed to be about, as the conversation has been quickly steered away to other topics. Downstairs, Johannes asked Cashand and me to later be in privacy with him, which seemed alright to both of us... so we agreed.
Before we left though, Helle pulled me aside. I told her coldly of Michael’s death, expecting her to be joyful at his demise, as many others surely were. Many, many others. While at times being even worse human beings than he could get to be. But Helle... seemed sad about hearing it. Perhaps for me, as I always accepted her, even though her Sharran religion.
 
 
Joriin and I certainly didn’t expect a time at the large inn room – which I have still pre-paid by Vivili – with the manly Aasimar telling us both about each other, and some traits of each of us. It was interesting, to say the least. And he got to scratch my head in the metal gloves... which gave me a thought. With Cashand’s skeletal arm... could it feel good? I got to try it.
After our time at the inn, Johannes and I parted ways with Cashand, who went home.
 
Me and the Aasimar went on to study the fire tome... at least I did, he studied whatever he could.
But before that we went to visit Michael’s grave for a moment, leaving the usual cake and a bunch of wildflowers. Then, Johannes decided to talk. We have done so for a little while and headed to my basement afterward, exploring the various creatures and their forms.

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Journals & Backgrounds / Re: Sherina Tsirak - A Memory Book

« on: August 05, 2019, 08:43:20 am »

Dawn of the day

#7
Since I forgot my arcane staff down at the Abyss, the first quest of the morning was to retrieve it. How fortunate that I managed to meet Cashand and Uldur, who have taken a walk with me so we could get to the business – the Devils Weed.

Spoiler

Devils Weed seems to only grow on certain nights on the Southbank graveyard – not the worst place to be at, albeit unfriendly an full of undead. Which kind of goes hand in hand, if you think about it. Anyways. Joriin needs the ingredient to complete his poison to become a Pale Master – a brave, big and admirable step. I support him in his aspirations since he is undergoing the transformation for his safety. He wants to research negative energies better, and if he would not change his body this way, he would be in a grave danger further into the research. So I’m glad he is being responsible – to the applicable extent.

The search was thorough, long and unsuccessful. We’ve cleared the undead from the graveyard and mausoleums, however no sign of the plant we were looking for.
Next stop ought to be Sullivans, I had an idea to take a walk there the way Michael took me to the Old Battlefields, back when he used to raise undead with the help fo the artifacts.
As we entered the old, withering palisade lines, I remembered the Chasm. Ice-cold sweat washed over me, making me dizzy, as I realized I might not ever be able to go down there again. But, I had my friends with me. Those who would support me and those who have been with me on the hardest day.
So I invited them with me to the Chasm, to take a look at the fairest place, my most favorite of all.

As we descended, I was overwhelmed. Memories, feelings, the things that were and were to be, all weighed down on me. I took off my helmet, tears mixing with the falling rain. I clung to Uldur for support, and he had provided. Cashand stayed a bit back, not sure what to do, so he just admired the scenery, nature, waterfalls. He loves that place. Just like I.
My mind wandered and I spoke it. I told them many things, about how I first discovered the chasm, how Michael took me there and I knew I have to return once more, later, with someone special. How everything was nice on that day. How it rained on my honeymoon, and how gentle everything was.
Joriin checked the caves, while I and Uldur rested near the place the thing took place. I figured that having memories with my friends on such places might do me well – they won’t be connected only to Michael, but as well to many others. Though with the number of my friends, I doubt there will ever be ‚many‘. Why bother by numbers though, when every single one of them has a place in my heart. Ash, Cashand, Uldur, Shi’Vail, Vivi, others. I love that they allow me to hug them – especially those two, as in those cases it seems like an achievement of the highest grade that they are happy to do these sort of things with me.
I’m glad.

Cashand returned from the caves and the three of us talked. I’ve been telling the master arcanist about the fun things about being a sorceress with a gift of fire when an idea struck my head – why won’t we go for a little swim in the stream of the chasm? Uldur, half asleep at the time, decided to go for a nap while Cashand and I dived in and bathed – after a short talk making sure both of us are comfortable with it - bare.
It’s not like I care, he has seen me half-nude before and kept it casual and nice. Just like this time. We talked and relaxed while Uldur, softly snoring, was having a nap. I’ve discovered that Joriin wants to meet a dragon – so I told him about Zoanantuss, and I wish him the best with meeting the bronze-scaled, majestic creature.


Later I went to Sullivans, to just roam around and forget about the world. I discovered a village of Malar’s Hollow – a human settlement amidst the dangerous jungles of the monster territory. It was eerily quiet. I left shortly after.


Surprisingly, I met Ash on that day as well. He has joined me on a late lunch on the Society patio. We had a bit of casual talk, though he seemed distracted throughout a portion of it. Talk went on about many things, from our goals to Ash being good at the recruitment talks. From which we got to more... interesting part of the conversation I’d say? There were some things not said in words. And it was nice that way.

#8
Returning from a morning visit, I went on to have an apple juice at the Society hall. Ash had some ordered, as the last time I was there I’ve had nothing to drink – he and Grano seemed to forget that people who do not drink alcohol exist. That’s how it goes with innkeepers I suppose – you do not expect the other kind of customers.
Spoiler

I’ve stumbled upon Morgaine and others, having friendly spars and chats. It’s been a relaxed part of the day, everyone had fun and Belorfin had, of course, his bagels which keep appearing seemingly out of nowhere. Perhaps it’s another mystical spell, in either way it’s nothing I should care about.

Uldur hasn’t been feeling well, so I walked him home and together we had a nap.


The hours passed, and I found myself in the town again, this time meeting Joriin. If was the last day before his ritual – the one he might not return from. Ans as we agreed before – we had some things to experience together. Including dinner at the fancy Skyborne Hall, or whatever the name of that restaurant is.
A word gave a word, and suddenly, we were in Hadrian brothel. Discussing and appreciating the furnishing and interior designs, we peeked into a room after room. Staff had to think some things, seeing a Master Arcanist and a Mayor’s Spellmaiden rating and judging the rooms of the establishment. In the last room, Joriin and I found things familiar to me – chains and other equipment. Talking about it on our way back to the main floor, we came to know that both of us fancy this sort of ‚play‘. Interesting thing to share with friends, for sure.

Arriving at Nualla’n, we went to roam the deep woods of the elvish region. I’ve never been there before, that’s why he offered me to do so. Together.
The forest was lush and green, with many exotic plants and small forest critters. We’ve seen a memorial to Celeb – a woman I still feel a slight unease around. We walked further, our robes getting stuck in the foliage until we reached a high watchtower.
The view was... breathtaking. In the night, the full moon and stars tinted the leaves silver, the waterfall, and streams akin to liquid glass, as the breeze softly rustled in the bushes. It’s been a magical night, we sat in the high tower, looking upon the world almost as if it was a map. At that moment, we didn’t talk much. The beauty of nature and elvish architecture was overwhelming. Perhaps we could visit one more time.

As the last stop, our journey of experiences then took us to Valstiir, finally for the promised dinner. It was fine, Joriin as a Master Arcanist got his order hurried... The perks of a high position, I’m sure. We have talked about some deep things, as we often do, including his dream to have a loved one. I did my best to reassure him and put off his fears – because he is a lovely man, and half-undead or not, a suitable partner will surely appear in his life.
He sometimes needs a little consolation, and I’m here for everyone who needs me. As I always were. We shared one last hug, tight and intimate, as it could be our last.

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Journals & Backgrounds / Re: Sherina Tsirak - A Memory Book

« on: August 02, 2019, 07:32:46 pm »

Truths in the Abyss

#4
I told Ash about the Wish spell. His reply was, that even if we got him back, got back my dearest husband... He will be executed for murder, as he had just recently been through a similar court process regarding Fae. It’s horrible. This way, there’s truly nothing I can do.
Spoiler

I... I don’t want to keep running away all the time. I can’t. can’t go on. I can’t keep up, can’t keep running, rushing and stressing all the time... I will keep the memories of me and my love. Some days have passed, and without me knowing it, all became calmer. Not sure how, not sure why. The grief and sadness are still crushing... but I feel it crumbling, bit by bit, like a thick stone layer. Bit by bit the pieces are falling off, revealing my heart purified by the tears. I feel... almost freedom, and ever-present peace. And at the same time, I feel so, so horrible for ever feeling such a thing.
I told Ash about my difficult state as well... he seems to understand properly and well. His consolation was what I needed at the moment, and the suggestion to allow myself to feel... good. Simply good.
 
Later, Ash and I went to see Michael’s grave. Ash said his last words to his friend and comrade. Based on his last words, he was the first to propose the soul trade contract to the devil Nuzu – which was later used on Michael, now keeping his soul forever bound in the nine hells. In the grasp of his master, fighting the endless blood war.
 
After we returned to Hadrian, with Ash protecting me along the way, he had to leave for some work regarding the Society. No wonder, it’s an inn and an organization in one – of course, it demands a lot of time investment from its headmaster.
Unexpectedly, after I sat down on the bench close to the Coin, I could hear the conversation of some people. I didn’t care much, people talk all the time. And especially in this state, I couldn’t bother to look and care, even if they might’ve been my friends.
But then a name was spoken.
Michael.
My attention perked up as I listened further, and took a look at whoever was saying it. Morgaine. Morgaine just expressed that based on her opinion, opinion of a person who’ve met him TWICE in the whole months after him and I returned from Sullivans – based on an opinion of that person HE APPARENTLY was selfish!
He was troubled, yes. He had a hard time controlling his rage and anger, yes. But don’t we all have a character flaw?! His ones were those which people took as a whole part of his personality, and didn’t care for anything else! If anyone was selfish, it was all his ‚old friends‘, not caring a bit about the massive changes in his mind and heart.
 
I moved swiftly and stood two inches behind her. Breathing. Thinking about Michael. How unfair this all is. How I wish nothing of that day happened.
But now I’m here.
Listening to all the people ridiculing the man who gave the most to me, in all areas. ... I stepped back.
 
Afterward, with Joriin I talked about strengthening my staff – the one Michael, my love, carved for me when he was still alive in this realm. The mage proposed using dragon’s blood, fire giant blood and something to do with the Fire Plane. The days get blurry currently, I have a hard time remembering stuff when I spend more than half of the day swimming in the pale waters of the past.
I then corrected Morgaine and explained her more about Michael. Not like it changes anything. We then talked about other, mostly work-related stuff, since now I’m her spellmaiden.
 
 
 
Feeling the need to see the grave again, I walked to the place beyond the brook of the East River Crossing. I got a few bolts from the bandits, nothing I cared about at this point. They might as well have me, my life lacks feelings currently.
I saw some nasturtium flowers, few of them I picked to set down on the grave, and as usual, left a sweet cake on the memorial to my love.
 
 
Upon arrival back to the Society hall, I was greeted by Ash, and we went on and sat on the cushions by the fireplace. Such thing reminds me of home... home I’m not sure I can return to anymore.
We talked and shared things, I had to let my tears flow freely again. I wanted to keep my helmet on, as I try to do all the time lately. But I couldn’t function, so after apologizing, I took it off. And Ashes eyes went wide with worry and horror – since now I can’t look into any mirror without seeing Michael hugging my pale body from behind, I’ve been evading them completely. He seemed direly concerned, and then he spoke. It seems I’ve forgotten to eat again. Nhh... The truth of the matter is, that the last meal I remember is the breakfast with Uldur... and that was... I don’t know.
Though during our conversation, Ash swore he saw a glimpse of myself. I believe him, I simply barely feel anything besides the obvious. Sorrow and guilt.
 
After a bit of a chat later, we decided to take a walk to Hilltop. Nature is charming as usual, its serenity and beauty flicker through the thick veil that enwraps me. It is nice.
At the Hilltop, Ash treated me to food – halflings are amazing cooks, and the hearty meals were as tasty as they were filling. It was fun, and relaxing, as we talked about... normal things, day-to-day stuff. In the end, I told him my thanks, and that I feel more ‚here‘.
In his words, regrettably, he knows exactly what I meant.

#5
Looking for a company to keep me in check, I stumbled upon Belorfin, having a sole time at the Coin square. I don’t know what I’ve been talking about, it’s all swirly and a blur. I remember grabbing a sweet cake slice, then heading there...
Spoiler

And then Ash holding me by my wrists, and a strong, intense pain all over my thighs and hips. It was worse with every movement and every breath, tearing at my skin and sending a searing pain throughout my tired body. Ash then spoke harshly and coldly, which got me moving mindlessly forward. He and Bel used healing wands on me, otherwise, I wouldn’t be able to move out of that place. Out of his place.
I left the slice of cake there. Good. As it should be.
 
At the Society hall, they both seemed to be nervous about what happened. Thankfully, Belorfin explained the sorcerous part of me to Ash – that is didn’t have to be intentional to happen. Which is true, that emotions override the sorcerous abilities. I never wanted to take my life, I never wanted to throw away all Michael fought for and sacrificed for.
 
I’ve been taken to Sullivans by Ash, who then left me there in Vivi’s company. She treated the scars I got from the devil, and we snuggled for a moment. Then I’ve shown her the cave Michael and I used to reside in back, back long ago. The peaceful times of living at the edge of the jungle.
 
 
Meeting with Uldur far later, he’s shown me a well-hidden grate trapdoor close to the rowboat in the Hadrian outskirts. Inside was a rust monster, and a massive boulder blocking the crater-like hole in the floor. I shattered the boulder and we took a look down... seeing nothing at all. While we waited to see whether it’s a monster den or not, I sang. I sand to him the same song I hummed to Ash several weeks ago, the one the melody of which both Ash and Michael liked.
And now, for the second time, I sang. Softly and carefully.
 
“Salve your war-sickened, shattered-glass soul”
“Let down your arms and defenses”
“Leave your weapons behind at long last”
“And forgive others their offenses”
 
“Soon, our troubles will be overcome”
“And our ever-long struggles shall cease”
“Ere long, our upside-down world will turn right”
“and in time, we’ll bring about… peace.”
 
 
Tears streamed down my face... The same song made Michael talk about how he wants to have me healed, then travel and then retire from the life of violence and struggle, the world of the fight.
Uldur and I talked for a time and left shortly after. He told me about the troubles he’s facing with his frail, aged body, and that he might lose memory when attaching himself to a new host. And asked me to write a chronicle about Michael’s life. That he always wants to remember his friend. Oh, Uldur Uldur. So lovely, kind and pure. I’m happy they were friends. Close friends.
Both of them have a place in my heart.
 
Uldur took me home. The real home. I kept telling him various things, from experiences to facts to memories. Of how Michael dived into the cushions the first day we cam from Sullivans and yelled out with joy, of how my carving of this very house started the movement towards his recovery to full health. Of how Michael and I were hanging up the wreath above the stairway, me sitting on Michael’s shoulder while he kept me up, holding me by my side and thighs while I put the wreath on the wall. Of how gentle, caring and breathtaking my honeymoon was.
Uldur is going to live with me if I will decide to return to this house. And he promised he is going to be with me for as long as he has to, for as long as I need him to.
Thank you. Dear Uldur.

#6
I went to see Vivi the day before, we had a short, but nice time. I dozed off on the forest floor, waking up with Pattie guarding me the whole night. Bestest girl.
 
A few hours later, Uldur and I went to clean the house. It was dusty, and in a dire need of a thorough cleanse. Fortunately, Uldur seems to have a natural knack for sweeping the floors, and the rest was up to me. We managed wonderfully, and then as we were ready to take a minute to rest – A GOBLIN FELL IN THROUGH THE CHIMNEY!
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Running around in mayhem and panic, I quickly casted Protection from Elements on the burning creature. Uldur then gave it some sweets, and it told us that there’s a ‚shiny‘ up on the roof. Then it escaped through the chimney again. Uldur is determined to grate the surprisingly used and uncovered the entrance as soon as possible.
We went out to seek for the goblin and heard a telltale rustle as it plunged from the roof, leaving a small ruby among the blades of grass.
 
Leaving my new housemate to do whatever he deemed right, I went on and started tenting to the garden. Lots of work, lots of weeds and for some reason, lots of peas.
Before leaving for the town, I put on my light blue flowy dress. I deserve to wear light clothes again.
 
How unexpected. Leave three men alone with enough ale and they will start plotting things like a flock of elderly women. I walked in on Ash, Uldur and Cashand having a conversation with a mentioned name – Michael. As Michael’s lawful wife I approached, only to be politely announced by Uldur that it’s something secretive. Little brats.
Some minutes later Uldur told me a summary – that there might be a demonic attack on Valstiir, therefore there is a chance of me encountering Michael. Not much to believe in, as his contract clearly stated ‚blood wars‘, which is an ongoing eternal battle between demons and devils.
I went away to discharge my magic reserves for a little bit, only to return to an empty hall. Shrugging, giving up on the world of men, I was greeted outside by wheezing and panting Ash with Uldur, who’ve been trying to find me in panic. Caring boys. I gave each of them a hug to thank them for their care and to help calm them down. Suddenly, Ash noticed my dress, immediately spilling out words of appreciation. Uldur has been as clueless as ever, so it took a little explanation from Ash to get things click in his metal mind.
Right after that, we went on an adventure mixed with a patrol. Nothing like a service to the public and a time with your friends.
 
Right as we arrived, amidst of a friendly chat – Uldur collapsed to the ground and dozed off for a minute. I had to persuade him to go to sleep and rest at home, and to my relief, he considered the idea worthy of trying. Now to hope I will actually find him at home.
 
 
I stayed and talked with Ash for a moment longer, and then suddenly remembered how we talked about having a picnic at the peaceful place... the Abyss. I carefully brought it up as I planned, unsure whether he’s going to have time now or when, though I made an apple pie for the occasion. It does not matter to me.
His approach, jovial as it sometimes is, suggested that the decision of timing is up to me as a lady. As much of a gentleman as ever. I admit it warms my heart whenever he helps me in and out of a rowboat. I’ve never been used to such approach and treatment... and it’s nice to say the least to know a man who does such.
The question of the picnic blanket came up, and unexpectedly of Ash – we went out to the wilds to hunt down bears. As I feared, the plan was to skin them and use their furs as camping blankets. Marvelous. We searched on and on, and thanks to my „woman’s intuition“, as Ash likes to call it, we’ve slain two bears whose pelt was useable for our purposes. He is very nice, I have to admit that. It’s still surprising how fast we’ve become close friends, and it makes me happy knowing that he can accept me the way I am now and still cares, even though I’ve been at my worst.
 
During our trip to the Crypts of Moander, we talked about many things – including Uldur’s body. He desperately needs one, a new host. The ideal solution seems to be hiding in the Asylum, with many mindless victims just... waddling about, drooling over themselves in the abandoned building of death.
So we agreed to go there together when the time comes.
Hopefully, it’s soon.
 
 
Ash seemed to be in high spirits – a bit of free time among an avalanche of duties probably does this to anyone. We walked in a fast but relaxed pace, both eager to lounge at the place of utmost serenity.
 
After we successfully created an oasis of comfort amidst the cold stone and on the edge of the endless pit, I cut each of us a slice of pie and the picnic had begun. One of the few ones in my life, and definitely one of the most interesting of places. I’m still conflicted about feeling good, but I try to keep Ashes advice in mind – to take the will to live as a blessing from Michael. It’s now my duty to stay alive and to do as much as I can – preferably of the good.
Now let’s have an enjoyable night.
 
I can see what is so calming about this place. The vastness, eternal void... the size of your problems barely matters in comparison to something that monstrous, and in a way, majestic. In the eternal darkness perhaps might be creatures, spectral serpents with glowing spines, gliding through the void in eerie silence and sliding of scales.
The play of my imagination was halted by the start of a conversation, a talk that has been as pleasant as it was long. I like how much we tell each other, with no boundaries to what we uncover or not. It is beautiful to never be afraid to say what you feel like saying, without the need for the stress of being judged. Just you and that person, and vast nothing, a place for only two of us. I’m honored he brought me here. Our friendship must mean a lot.
One of the things we talked about is war. That one may come at any time, and neither he nor I will be able to refuse our help. Definitely not me. Not with what I can do at this point, to turn a battle around purely with my will and intuitive spellcasting. Such a frail little affectionate being I am, and yet so deadly at times.
 
Overall, it has been a fine, wonderful and lovely conversation. Time with Ash is always enjoyable, after all, and the fact he stayed at my side during the worst time of my life yet means probably much more than he realizes... or maybe he knows. He knows many things, all while hiding his warm heart. I am glad I get to hug him at times, his caring nature is present in the little acts and words. He’s a fascinating person to explore and get to know.
And I’m glad he finds my company pleasant too.
 
 
We packed up the picnic ‘equipment‘ and prepared to head back to the familiar Hadrian, when I remembered something. I remember I wanted to let Ash touch my shadowy form back at the Society, but he kind of got lost... the power of the Shadow Taint was making my shadow magic too potent and powerful. It’s considerably toned down now, though the effectivity is still the same with certain spells.
I called him over and announced, that if he wants to try to feel and touch... now’s the time.
 
I focused, calling upon the energies beyond, enveloping me in their calling, caressing familiarity. A slight coolness and then serenity, as the shadows engulfed my body, the maelstrom of darkness subsiding as it revealed my dark, shadowy form. Standing there, unbreathing.
I opened my eyes, and took a breath.
Ash gazed at me unblinking, as if enthralled, just as before. I stood still and patient, then extending my hand, smiling, to help guide him to me, to the experience of the touch.
He raised his hand, meeting mine, so I used the opportunity to gently guide his touch, planting his palm onto my side, just below my waistline. Ashes eyes widened, his hand gently exploring the new, strange surface.
A gasp. Was it of amazement, fascination or excitement? Only he knows at the moment.
Continuing my patient, gentle approach, I let him pull me into a firm embrace of his armored arms, so surprising and calming at the same time.
I often hug my friends, but in this hug has been something really close, expressing a hint of full trust and vulnerability. And that’s something I don’t mind sharing with my friends.
With his hand tightly gripping at my side, his other hand finished the embrace, sliding around me, all over my back, only to caringly pull my head closer to his chest, tying us in the serene moment. A moment of us truly. The tenderness amidst void and death, such a fragile moment yet overflowing. The shadows circulating over and through me made me receptive to the touch, I felt his breath on my hair as he leaned over, pulling me even closer, as if snuggling. I lost track of time, only the sensation of the embrace and everlasting silence of the Abyss.

Slowly, he pulled himself back, raising his hand to caress my cheek, I felt the shadowy surface welcoming his touch. My heart paced rapidly, fluttering in surprise, my eyes glued to his, absorbed in the intensity of the moment – and then my spell focus broke and the shadows flew away from where they came from. Only usual me remained in his arms, as he jolted awake, suddenly nervous.
A bit strange, really, as we hug quite often. I did my best to comfort dear Ash, helping him once again find the peace he comes here to experience, to the edge of the everpresent nothingness.
And then I heard him. To say a lovely thing.

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Journals & Backgrounds / Re: Sherina Tsirak - A Memory Book

« on: August 01, 2019, 04:51:30 am »

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________ ARC 2 - New Spark __________

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Torn apart

#1
First day... first day he’s not, he...
I’m not alone. Uldur stayed with me, fed me, and a masked woman paid for three months at the Sailor’s Con inn, in the best room available. I’m lucky I have so many... I love them so much.
I’ve never knew that people who needed attention and help can feel like THIS bad of a burden. I wonder how often Michael felt like this... or Vivi, for that matter.
I wonder where she left.

#2
It seems I actually slept for almost two whole days...
Nah...
I met with Joriin today. It is clear he feels guilty, since he left us only a minute before the tragedy happened. He knows he could stop all of it, he and Michael have started to slowly become friends, after all.
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For some reason he seems to enjoy my company and help me a lot, even though we know each other for barely a week. It keeps tugging on my curiosity. Before his answer was the presence of the taint, now it is that it was not only for the taint, that he likes talking with me. It’s nice to know such things, and it’s nice to meet up with friends. They get my mind off of things. I feel bad for simply enjoying the days back then, not writing things down. But Ash is right, he has the same thing as I do. Two broken souls, kindred spirits. The memories of Michael, of my Iron Shield, will stay with me forever.

Joriin told me that Vivi is the masked woman. Him and I went to visit Michael’s grave, where she was hiding as well, in the foliage nearby. She gave me an offer, to destroy her, to take my revenge.
But I felt none of it. Instead, I tried to comfort her and hug her. Her death is not going to bring Michael back.
She told me she already tried, tried so much to make things right. Nuzu doesn’t budge, as expected from a devil lord. And there she was, thinking that Nuzu is just a skillful tiefling collector.
Things are once again more complicated than they seem.

Her random idea was a spell. She calls it a ‚Wish‘, and apparently it’s strong enough to do something about the situation. I got to ask people about it.
I see him hugging me from behind for a split second every time I see my body in the mirror... The pale, soft body he adored so much. Loved so much... And to which he sacrificed too, too much to save.
My health was never worth the cost of another life. I had a gravestone made for him, with a message to all, that he was never, never the monster they thought of him to be. He's been the kindest and the most loving man I could ever meet.

#3
As soon as I could muster any strength, I went to the Crafting Hall and completely redesigned my armor and the helmet. I kept the helmet in the same design Michael’s helmet had, and the armor is now more plated and modest – almost knightly. I chose the colors he had chosen to regard me with – sky blue and shining silver.
Spoiler

I will be his silver star, even though we might not see each other ever again. I will be there.

From the Crafting Hall I strolled down, feeling empty, into the Adventurer’s Societo, looking for Ash. I had to return the resurrection scrolls he gave me for Michael and I. They’re useless now.
Coming into the Society hall, all new-looking, I barely bothered with anything. I just tried to hand Ash the scrolls... he refused. Morgaine jumped into the situation, asking who I am... so I apologized. And she recognised my voice. Unfortunately. Seeing the unsuccessful situation, I immediately left. They do not care either way, so why bother.

Until Morgaine came out, seemingly wanting to say something. I told her one thing. Wisteria park.
The place I was headed, so she and I can talk without disturbances and other people. Not like she has much to tell me, and I no longer know what are lies and what are not. She told me about how she always wanted me in her guard, at her side, but was too afraid of Michael. It was either both of us or none of us, that is true. She explained that the Michael I knew is real, but so is the cruel man they knew.
But he changed and they insisted and still insist on being blind for so long that he had no way of showing them otherwise! And they won’t leave him even after his soul went towards the endless torment to the Blood Wars of Hells! They shoul be pretty content now, considering all the things. The man they all „oh-so-feared“ is gone, FOREVER, and so they may prey upon me freely like starved, ravaging wolves!
Thankfully, Uldur found us and joined. The man brings me comfort and calm... even though je is just a sentient helmet possessing a body. He is a great friend of me and Michael, and he seems to feel like he had failed him. So he is trying his best to protect me at all times, just as he promised to Iron. The lovely, dear Uldur.

I calmed down and finally joined Mayor’s Guard – the position I was looking forward to take for a long time. Morgaine and I used to be quite close, and we’ve gone through some things together. I still believe she is my friend and means well to me – considering she didn’t have to allow Michael to return from Sullivans in the first place.
Fjord came along... and started talking about the names on the monument in the Wisteria park. He talked, for a long time. Unexpected and definitely unusual of him. And the things he told have made me calmer. I didn’t feel alone anymore. He had lost three of his friends the day he bought his house and had their nicknames carved on the chairs. We all lost someone.
And that gave me strength.

I tried to talk to Uldur about the Wish spell Vivili mentioned. Nothing of it, he seems to not know of its existence nor believe in its power. He had suggested asking a deity... but which deity cares about people these days? None.
We met disguised Vivili shortly after, she gave me a lovely kobold plushie. Then the three of us went on a walk to Wonbrie, having a time off for our heads. In Uldur’s opinion, it’s a wamr, dark, and a very gentle place. Perhaps ideal for troubles souls like ours are at the moment.
The Wonbrie woods, even though barely visited, brought back memories of the mission I’ve been at with Michael and Urias. Long, long time ago. It was the day I suggested the amulet for him, to hopefully protect him from the vile whispers and hallucinations he had to go through. Vivi, Uldur and I spent the night in the druid cave. My tired self fell asleep quickly, cuddled up to Uldur’s leg, listening to another of his stories of onionkind.

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Journals & Backgrounds / Re: Sherina Tsirak - A Memory Book

« on: July 20, 2019, 06:22:06 pm »

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Journals & Backgrounds / Re: Sherina Tsirak - A Memory Book

« on: July 13, 2019, 08:40:27 pm »

#49

During the time I was without a journal, lot of things happened.
I GOT MARRIED! Of course to Michael, to the love of my life. To the man I seem to be holding afloat... though I have to admit, it gets exhausting. So exhausting at times...

Spoiler

Especially recently, as he played with the idea of becoming a Blackguard or meddling with necrotic energies. The man is best, he is so wonderful! Why does he have to think about bad ideas so frequently?
I hope it gets better. He makes me happy, but I'm tired of counseling over and over. And not only my dearest. I am thankful to have friends who actually care about me. Muthari, Shi'Vail, Uldur, Michael. And Fae I suppose, though she's lovely to everyone. I see a bit of myself in her, at the times when things were brighter and easier. I wonder what worn my heart off so much.

Anytime someone talks about love, I only think about how much I love my Iron. Incredibly much. And the story of how we got where we are... Uldur said it perfectly.
„Your tale was painted in woe, mine was painted in sweetcakes.“
Now, what forges the deeper bond...

I’m happy Uldur and Shi’vail are a couple AND our friends. Weird people understand each other, it seems. A sorceress-shadow, ex-preacher of Mist, a sentient helmet and a frisky black half-dragoness. What a combination, heh.

...

I want a baby wyvern. Though by the rate of latest events, a child has become a possibility... Unless my condition prevents it.

..

Several days ago, a strange message was slipped UNDER the door of OUR HOUSE. A note about shadows, and that I have to go and meet someone at the docks. My lovely Michael accompanied me, his rage showing only on his heavy breathing. He is really doing his best for me.
It turned out that it’s some sort of a black market deal, about a mirror similar to the one that had appeared within the haunted inn. Things somehow worked out, and I agreed to assist them. If it means an opportunity to stop this taint that consumes me... I guess that leaves no other choice.
I guess I get to visit the Shadow Plane once more, and this time for more than a minute.

...

My days could be so happy. But I keep helping others and joining missions that are not even worth it. I mean, I love doing them. But-
I never get a thank you.
I never get any form of gratefulness.
And dull people keep running into my spells and then insulting ME for even doing something. I'm not responsible for their actions!
I feel really down.

I had a talk about this with Michael. But I’m not sure whether it was a good idea or not. Probably not.
He seems to be fond of the idea of abandoning others and slightly obsessed with a twisted idea of serving me. I tried my best to explain to him that I never need a servant – but I need a loving husband.
I hope he can keep that in mind for the days to come. I love him the way he is. Not for his power, strength or looks. In fact those are opposite of what I'd normally look for in a partner. But I love him for who he is. With my whole soul.
And I shall keep my vow.

Ashes' words are with me and help me move forward, and to believe.
Words about his wife Lyra. His memories. How he seems to genuinely care about me and my dearest. I'd guess he can see a bit of himself in Michael, and that's what made him act this way.
One way or another, I somehow connected with Ash on a deeper level week or so ago. He is an amazing gentleman, and valiant fighter. I value him as a friend, and even more because I have a feeling he shares with me things that he wouldn't share with anyone else.
His words are always safe with me.

Just like the words of anyone else.



But I have to admit. I feel meaningless.
No one besides Michael couldn’t care less about my existence or participation in anything. Why continue to hope and keep helping, when no effort and kindness never comes the other way around?
Ever?

I know we are the heroes no one expected, the one who will never receive thanks.
And that makes my heart feel heavy, not in a good way.

...I used to be so cheerful. Is it the people or the events that worn me out so much?

...

Morgaine told me a thing.
Besides trying to act as if she really intends to hire me as her personal guard, which I barely believe at this point.
Anyways.
She mentioned that I might be stuck caring for Michael for my whole life. I brushed it off, but as he started with the whole bad-idea thing again... And she keeps asking if I am happy with Michael and whether he treats me well. It feels strange. Does it seem bad to her that he does?

I just realised that this diary entry makes my lovely marriage look like a dark place. But it makes me happy all the time, knowing I have a support, a helping hand, a shield, and someone to take care of me and always love me.
The way I am, and any way I will be.

Michael is a blessing, a little ember that needs to be tended to in order to turn into a flame, so he can light his own way.
I gave a word to Ash.
And I shall do it, for all of us.

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Journals & Backgrounds / Re: Sherina Tsirak - A Memory Book

« on: July 04, 2019, 08:48:47 am »

Communicate

#31

Yesterday, Michael hit the hay sooner than I was done showing the house to Pip.
He had to have a long day. Harvest season is almost here, so I guess all the preparations can exhaust even such a warrior as he is.


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...


My morning was slow and relaxed, and I found Michael meditating amidst the waving lanes of grass, his back relaxed against the leaning rock behind him. Employing few strands of shadow magic, I muted my step and form, leniently sneaking up from behind. I carefully crouched on the rock – and planted a small kiss on a bald head of the meditating armsman.

He jumped and almost readied his axe – but noticed it was just me.
Sweetheart.

We’ve been talking about farming and community progress a bit, it seems most of the cattle is doing well after the relocation from the coast closer to the forest line.
By the time we cuddled up, and I’ve been a bit silly as I plopped down into his lap from the top of the rock behind him.


I invited Michael into my garden before we do anything else, as the mephit should arrive soon enough. He seemed slightly puzzled, and then we had a fun time talking about the house ownership and legal ways of having a shared ownership. It was a lot of fun... and pleasantness.
I like the warmth I feel whenever I’m with him.
... One of his outbursts suggested he has some... plan for the future. I’d like to see that.


...


Air Mephit delivered the note from mr. Lloyds, that the shield is all done and finished.
Wonderful.
I asked Michael to accompany me, and told him NOTHING about the reason we’re going to Valstiir. But he wanted to dress nicely, so we did.
It’s been months, but I still can’t believe how different of a man he is.
My heart flutters every time I realise how fortunate we both are. And how splendid it is, to have a relationship like that.


After a short flight in the airship and stroll through the majestic city floating above the clouds. The city of light. The city of magic.


...


We arrived into the Emporium.
My heart was brimming with joy, as I slowly guided clueless Michael towards...
the Silver Star.
It was there, on a massive wooden table, glistening in the dancing light of candle flames inside the shop.
I looked at Michael with a twinkle in my eyes –

And he realised.

Was left speechless.

And oh-so lovely and grateful.

„My Silver... I love it.“


Seeing childish glee and joy in his eyes, in the eyes that used to only house sadness, pain and cold... Made me think of how close we are. How far we’ve come.
How blessed we are to be rejoicing in these times.
He hugged me, as if he never wanted to let go.
And thanked, and expressed how speechlessly grateful he is.
This was what I hoped for.
To see him smile.


...



I let Michael set down his new tower shield, and grabbed one of the books that came with the house. „Of Flowers and Faeries.“ Lighthearted and interesting read.
Absorbed in the book, I felt a kiss on my cheek. It was Michael, telling me he is heading to bed.
I wanted to go too.
I finished reading the chapter about spirits of the lilies, removed my hairclips and let my braided hair flow free as I was leisurely heading towards the bedroom.


Up in the bedroom, Michael asked me about the book on my bedroom writing desk. I realised he is talking about my journal – yes, this one. He asked why I do this.
So I explained it to him.
How reflecting on one’s day will make you enjoy the day twice, and evade future mistakes at the same time.
He seemed interested in the idea, but far too sleepy to do anything about it.


I sat down next to him, and he pulled me into his powerful embrace. He is always so gentle with me, respects how tiny and frail I am in comparison to him.
And it’s lovely.
He slowly kissed me, and I felt something stir inside of me, making me get a grip on his shoulders in a bit of a surprise from the new sensation.

I took a bold step. And challengingly told him
   "Make me swoon."

| ♥ | Spoiler

He froze in a thought for a second, then sat up, holding me firmly close.
I felt my cheeks get tinted by a pinkish-red hue as he gave me a deep kiss, the one you feel in your core. I must say part of me didn’t expect him to take action - -


I shuddered as his roughened touch grazed the thin fabric of my back, his fingers digging deep into the lower portion of the spine tissue. His movements strong and precise, I felt the tension from the muscles dissipate and melt away. My body mellowed down in his embrace, our lips still connected as my breath was getting ragged.
And that smirk.
He tilted his head to the side, brushing my cheek with his nose. He slowly nibbed on my neck, a bold move for such a time. The nib became a kiss, a tender caressing of a pale skin.
Our eyes met again, so much love and adoration could be seen in his gaze.

Like waves on the beach, delight washed over me, making me feel lightheaded. I felt my breath get heavier, as we bathed in the embrace of each other, with each of his stroke on my lower back, each brush of our lips, I felt my skin heat up...

Goodnight, my Iron.

#32

During the night I woke up, and heard a glimpse of Pip’s proclamation. He’s going into the haunted inn. I had to be there as we agreed.
I slipped out of my partner’s embrace, leaving the bed the quietest way possible. Grabbing my battle robes from the open closet, heading below and out.


Spoiler

I found Pip at the coin, fortunately. He seemed excited about exploring the place together.
On our way out we bumped into Marlee Thornshire, a halfling cleric I met during the raid on Voust manor.
She was glad to hear the news about Michael and his successful recovery, and told me she was praying for him. She also mentioned he might have some stories to share about his help to Hilltop. I’d be interested in hearing about that.


We departed for the inn, faint crescent on the sky lighting up the town. I have seen well, much better than I remember to be able to see in the dark of the night.


...


At the haunted inn, Pip had shown us two secret rooms – one with a strange text, and other with a simple clawed altar, likely used to burn smaller offerings.

We cleaned out the haunted inn, and then felt the tremors in the floors up above. We rushed up above, arriving into the top floor.
There stood a mirror, but its reflection twisted and darkened, with faint silhouettes of the trees overlapping the wavy reflection of the room we were in.
I felt drawn to it.

I asked Pip to remove my right sleeve, I took the step forward –
And touched the surface.


...


It was a place like none other, at the same time alike to any other. A desolate forest area, with all the color sucked out of it, nothing felt compeltely real. Things bounced a bit under the touch, and I felt the numbness from my arm flow away. It felt familiar, and to my mind, that feeling felt wrong.

Ashen-grey leaves were falling from the tall, shadowy oaks, covering the ground filled with ink-black blades of grass.

The grass rustled under our steps, but the sound seemes to come from a bigger distance than the source of the sound was supposed to be.

We had to return one more time. Later.


...


Leaving the stale air inside of the inn, me, Pip and Marlee took a deep breath in unison.
All of us had to leave and rest. While they could walk I had to run, in order to get home before Michael wakes up and realises I might’ve gotten myself in danger.

I arrived.


...


Apparently, my return has woken up Michael, who was now standing near the top of the stairway heading to our bedroom. With his arms crossed, and his gaze locked onto me.

I didn’t make it back soon enough.

I took a step back-
and then forward.

I must not be afraid of Michael. He is my partner. My protector. I’m sure he has been worried.
...but things turned out more grim than I expected.

After my proper polite apologies for waking him up, he said nothing. Just pointed to the window, where sun had begun to caress the faraway plains with its light. Too soon and too late.
I attempted to explain my night... escape the best I could, stressing the fact I was there with Pip AND Marlee. As if haven’t been there for at least three times.
No response. Raised brow.
Continue.
So I continued, talking about why it’s important for Pip and I to go there, at least one more time. I talked about everything that happened, all the things I could remember I told him.
I was so tired.
So tired and exhausted, and he was making me feel like the last piece of trash.
Getting dizzy from the lack of sleep and magic exertion, I had to sit on the bench and lean back on the window frame for support.
Some more questions about the inn and Pip.
..
„Give me a reason to not cave his skull in.“
..
...
That was a bad move. No one is helping me actually solve this more than Pip does, no one else is thinking about it more and studying more details!
Pip, who was friend to Michal for who knows how long! To... to THREATEN
And of ALL people-
.
I was torn between crying and releasing my remaining fire inside my own house. I felt torn, let down and scared.
Eyes shed the first tears, dripping down, painting dark specks on my dress. And I watched.
Talked when response was needed. Resist sleep. No despair.
Survived worse.
Upon hearing another one of Michael’s extremes, I felt a stung of resistance, clenching my fists tight.
The bench I sat on started smoldering as I felt the last cracking of magic tense up in the air around me.

Then it changed. Could’ve sooner.
„I don’t want to lose you. You are all I have left,“ Michael said, his voice is now changed by sorrow and worry.

The magic tension stopped, the smoke faded out of the open window as the wood of the bench cooled down again.

He continued.
Finally in a sensible manner, resembling once again the man I can trust.
I let my mental walls fade down, as the last of the tears dripped down from my face, adding illusion of appearing jewels onto the pendant of my necklace.
The tearstops glistened in the morning rays as we spoke further, and he apologised.
That calmed me down. Most people are not brave enough to do so. To say an apology.

He gently scooped me up from the bench, and tucked me into the ready bed.
In the end, as caring as usua-


...



Touch. Shaking. A voice.
„Sherina.. Honey.“

The dark cloud of sleep fizzled out of my consciousness, and I woke up to the sight of Michael, waking me up. I could see a colorful sky of dusk... I slept through the whole day. Damn it.

He prompted me to sit up, which I slowly did, my mind still hazy from the sleep. The whole room was filled with a bright orange glow, and I noticed some colors on the ground.

I sat up a bit more high, peeking towards the centre of the bedroom.
And I was speechless when my brain identified what’s going on.
The whole floor was covered in various flowers and petals, from blue tulip to red lily, into more exotic species I couldn’t recall a name for.
Sleepy smile appeared on my lips – this is something I could get woken up to once in a while.
Michael, who stood still next to the bed, hinted me to look carefully at the flowers.

I used his arm as a support to pull myself up, still a bit weak.
And I spotted it.

The whole flowers were arranged into an outline of a heart, the one children draw as a symbol of love. The rest were bright and colorful petals, creating a fire-tinted rainbow in the light of the setting sun.

And Michael started to talk.
How both Pip and him want to apologize.
How he got this idea and followed through, even though Pip thought a simple hug is okay.
He wanted to apologize,
for going off on today’s morning.

I think I can accept it.
It was bit of a misstep on all sides.
And he is genuinely regretful.

He carefully scooped me up, and gave me a light kiss. I got put down on the bed again, this time not alone. After all, it was almost night.
We cuddled up for the night.
And he held me as the most prized possession in the world.

#33

I started this wonderful day of surprises in our garden, with a simple book about wand crafting. I wanted to start making wands in order to gain experience before looking for a master artificier to become an apprentice of.

Spoiler

My studies of the magic-storing properties of various crystals were interrupted by my partner, lovingly wishing me good morning.
It’s true that I woke up pretty soon – after all, I slept through the whole day and night.

I marked my progress in the book with a carved wooden bookmark, as I focused my attention on Michael. He sat down next to me, let out a deep exhale and started telling me about yesterday. He told me that he and Pip had a long talk about the haunted inn, and about everything that happened there. We also talked about the shadow connection, Michael being so kind to tell me, that he’d stay with me even if I became a shadow. How reassuring to know.

Fortunately, he no longer seems afraid of me getting into a similar state he was in under the influence of the Skull.
As we further talked about out plans for today, he came with an idea – checking out a crypt not far from here, a place of darkness and stale air. Apparently full of undead too, but I have full trust in my Shield.
We got our gear ready, summoned Pattie and left for a little adventure.

„Alright... Let’s disturb the peace.“


...


We found out that the Shipyard is basically around the corner. Therefore, Michael decided to lead us closer to the crypt, not minding the rumour about a fallen Enclave he mentioned just a few moments ago.
He guided me towards the Fort Screech Tusk, then around it to the side, almost to the edge of the forest. There lied a half-buried entrance, with a musty ‚Keep Out!‘ sign nailed to the pole sticked next to the withered stone arch.
We ventured in.
Enveloped by thick, suede-like darkness and a putrid air, we descended down using the secured rope. Inch by inch we climbed down, hearing distant echoes and wails getting closer.
The air was filled with unnatural whispers, playing with your thoughts.
I cast Protection from Evil on all three of us, and after one hasty fight, I had to stop my loving warmachine in order to weave enchantments of protection and power around him, to give him prowess and strength to fight.

Pattie almost didn’t make it, and quickly blinked into her plane in order to avoid a mortal wound from a huntsman spirit tribal spear. We continued forward without her, letting her mend her wounds.

We explored the vast system of crypts bit by bit, uncovering more mysteries than we thought. Sarcophages housing undead, and displayed, dried corpses of various origin. We’ve identified two of them as Nualla’n stalkers, other ones varied from probably traders to jewelers and scholars.


We experienced one tough, close fight in the tribal tombs. Michael was being surrounded by enraged spirits, while I was doing my best to sear the undead and avoid their blows. Both of us were getting tired, even Michael. I could see by his movements. So, in one free window of time when no one was actively trying to persuade me to join the ranks of the undead, I called upon the powers.
I grasped the threads of the Weave, slightly different in the crypt, and devotedly chanted a summoning incantation, allowing a being to bond with my spirit for a short time in return for its aid in battle. I felt an unfamiliar tug, and wave of calmness overflowed through me.
And a shadow came forth.
Horned, tall being with thick strands of thorns swirling around its body, and partially beastly maw, lunged at the opponents and started tearing them apart. Both shadow and spirits being of the other realms, the fight got more balanced out, giving us an opportunity to drive them back and eradicate them until none was left.
Except
the shadowy figure.

 Michael and I were both stunned. Michael probably less than me, as he has endured much worse sights during his hallucination periods in the past.
But I...
Was in shock.

As always, I was fortunate enough to have Michael by my side. His protective instincts kicked in, embracing me and reassuring me, that whatever happens, he will always be with me. My only hope and only support. And his kindly voice, nudging me forward: „Come, let’s purge this crypt with Iron and Silver.“


Could the connection between me and the Shadow Real grow stronger that much? I know this was spontaneous, but when any of my spells were intentional at the start. Pip might be right, shadow magic doesn’t have to be evil. The being was tame, well, definitely non-hostile, and followed us in order to protect me. Like a twisted guardian angel, standing beside me and teating down any threats from the outside world.
I need to tell Pip about this.


...


We left the crypt labyrinth without going fully to the bottom. We couldn’t push through it. Enemies were too strong, too many, and seeing Michael puking out blood, his fullplate armor being mauled, pierced, and coated by layers of dried blood and crypt dust was a clear sign to leave. Even for him.
We’ll come back another time, with at least one cleric in the party.


...


We had to rest by the campfire for a few hours, mainly patching our wounds and talking about where we are going to bathe after this.
Michael had suggested either Hadrian Bathhouse, or... the Chasm. Because I have special plans for the deep ravine full of foliage and waterfalls, we kind of ended the conversation in agreement of us bathing at home, Michael cleaning the bloodied hardwood floor and me cooking for four days to balance it out.


...


This man is killing me.
Figuratively, of course.

Michael had some business to do in the town, so I continued home on my own, arrived, and prepared a streaming hot bath full of soapy water.
I sat down next to the screen, so I can stay close without disturbing him in that private moment. Still, I had hopes for something nice.
That’s why I wasn’t reading at the dinner table, after all.

The man arrived, hanging up his cloak. He smiled at me, and started undoing his armor piece by piece, then taking off his padded surcoat and thickened pants, leaving him only with the barest piece of clothing possible.
He quickly ventured behind the screen, into the hot water.


I was still sitting on the ground, growing more impatient nad nervous with every passing minute. You dull bastard, don’t be clueless in this situation! I love everything about Michael, but this obliviousness to some things can be unbearable sometimes – especially when I DON‘T want to be the one explicitly saying something.

He felt the impatience in my voice, and quickly cleaned himself. That’s not what I meant.
„Stay,“ I told him a bit coldly.
And even after telling him that I wanted to do something, he seemed to be completely oblivious to any option besides him gettin out of the tub.
I got grumpy and annoyed, stood up and bursted out, that it was BECAUSE I wanted to be invited! After that sentence I gave up, walked towards the bookshelf and began picking something to read after this meaningless attempt to spend a time together.


But Michael didn’t let me. He ran out of the tub, scooping me up from behind, softly telling me: „Come on... Bath time.“
He slowly made his way back, with me in his arms.
Finally.
And he put me into the bath.
Clothed.


...


He started to undress me. Bit by bit. I held still in the place, and felt my cheeks turning the color of rose buds. His touch was careful and fleeting, sending shivers over my skin.

| ♥ | Spoiler

After he was done with my garments, he prompted me to sit and relax – as I was curled up in a ball in order to give him space to enter the tub. He had a different thought on his mind.
He got into the warm water, picked me up and put me in between his legs, so I could relax my back and lean against him. I did so, it was comfortable.
He hugged me from behind, as we enjoyed the warmth and closeness in the comfort of our home.

Michael grabbed the bar of soap, and gently started to clean the blood and grime from the crypts off of me, softly humming a calming tune. It was enjoyable.
Making steady progress on the state of my body, he suddenly stopped. His mouth drew closer to my ear, his breath brushing the sensitive skin, saying a question. A question of allowing to clean.. other parts of me.
I nodded, evasively telling that if he wouldn’t mind doing so, I could hold still for a moment.
And so he continued.

He kissed me on the neck, as his hand slowly made its way up my thigh. And he delicately, as if unintentional about his acts, cleansed me. My breath quickened. Michael, noticing my reaction, seemed to enjoy his position of power. He chuckled and teasingly asked me whether I’m enjoying it. Someone likes his accomplishments, huh.
Being a considerate man, he stopped on his own after that.


I leaned back and rested my head, relaxing in his warm embrace. We talked about the beauty of this moment, and how he often wishes our moments would last forever. I mentioned, some moments may be made longer. That made him act.

...

I shuddered at the touch, a small noise escaped my mouth.
Michael seemed surprised. Then lustful.

And motivated to go further.

...

His touches were precise and gentle, tending to places I‘ve never had anyone pay attention to. Swirling movements all over, the feeling of warmth growing in my core, soft waves of the water. Overwhelmed by sensations, I took a grip on the bathtub. My magic and feelings were growing intense, as I allowed myself to give in and indulge in the act.
Even though my efforts of not moving went in vain, maintaining the grip on the wooden rim of the tub has helped me withstand what was happening. What Michael was doing.
And as he went on, my body quaked...

...


Weakened and drained, I was picked up from the tub, and cuddled next to the chest of my lover. He let me dry near the fireplace, holding me and stroking my hair.
I felt so calm.
In his strong hold, protected and safe. In this moment, as if nothing existed – my shadow corruption, the mist, Leira, troubles, problems, worries... All melted away in the bliss of the afterglow, in the arms of my dearest fighter.

After we dried up, Iron once again stood up, carrying me carefully to our bedroom. Slid the sheets away, and put me down on the soft mattress of our bed.

=============== ♡ ===============

OOC: I likely won't be continuing in the journal, and if so, only sporadically. It takes some time to write these entries, and with not having an opportunity to read the entries of other characters, the joy of contributing to the forums fades when I have nothing to read, no way to enjoy the stories from another perspective. To anyone who enjoyed my entries so far, thanks for understanding.

58

Journals & Backgrounds / Re: Sherina Tsirak - A Memory Book

« on: July 01, 2019, 08:34:34 pm »

Shadows and Stars

#28
I’ve been testing different magic manipulations earlier in the morning, as Pip suggested. In the safery and darkness of the basement, of course. Then I went out to visit Michael on the farm fields... while being invisible.
He’s been a bit puzzled, as one would have been if he felt the empty air suddenly gain a faint form. I could only grin, the things you can do with magic...

Spoiler

I told him about the Pip’s hypothesis about what’s happening to me, and he nodded. He seems to feel powerless, as he’s unable to protect me from this one thing. I admire him so much for being so caring and always being there to be my iron shield.
Again I had to reassure him, he cannot feel like that just because he doesn’t know what it is. None of us knows, and my only way to learn more is to continue being in contact with Pip, and undergoing any experiments and testings he might propose.

It’s not like it would be for the first time in my life. At least this is voluntary.


...


I joined Michael in his farming efforts, doing what I always enjoyed to do. Planting and tending to crops.
Though the more I worked, I noticed that the right arm has gotten seemingly weaker. Only a bit, but it was noticeable enough when I was carrying bucket after bucket filled with water.

We lounged on the grassy ground after planting two fields worth of various plants. We were calmly resting in each others company, Michael completely drenched from the farming ordeal.

After a failed attempt to catch an escapee sheep, we went home.

Michael prepared his bath, when I noticed he didn’t warm up the water first.
I wanted him to relax after the amount of work he does on a daily basis. He deserves that.
So I heated up the water in the tub the best I could, deserving a loving kiss on the cheek.
How joyful I am of these moments.


While he was bathing, I put a pan with some oil on the stove, and heated it up. Threw in a bunch of shredded meat, letting it simmer and sizzle in the heated oil. As the meat was getting paler and a bit brown, I added in a mix of smaller vegetable bits to go as a side dish. The contents of the cast iron pan softly simmered. While I was adding in herbs and making sure all bits are being cooked even, Michael got out of the bath tub and dressed.


Only a while later I found out that he had dressed into his suit, still new and high-class piece of suede-soft attire.
After we had a filling lunch (Michael had to finish my portion, I made too much), we tidied up the kitchen and sat down to rest for a while.


...


„Want to spar?“
His question threw me off my train of thought, and as usual I was ready to decline. I would like to keep all my bones intact, thank you very much.
However, Michael knew this. He suggested being my trainer, and wanted to show me how to combat a shield user.

The training went well, I’ve learnt a few things and attempted one. I know he is going easy on me. So am I, as one of the best self defence tactics against shield wielders I know is to trap them in a flame pillar. Solves your problems.


When we were almost done with the training, we’ve heard a proclamation by Three. Michael was supposed to attend a meeting at the Hadrian headquarters of the House Skettus.
And wished to have me by his side.


...


We arrived to the main hall.
Sir Morriman sat on the large armchair, with Three obediently standing next to the chair. I was glad to see her.
The meeting went, to my big surprise, very well – until the messenger came with news about otherwordly wails and moans getting close to Southbank.
We needed to depart now.
All our differences and past were wiped away as we united in the common cause.
I’ve heard more about Michael’s history with the cursed artifacts. It was so foolish of him to keep them secret, but again, he was a different person back then. Even though, I still felt a strong friendship bond to him. While he likely might’ve felt indifferent the whole time.


...


We rushed to the Southbank and beyond, only to find vast hordes of undead covering the plains like ants on a rotting fruit. Squirming and marching without order or organisation, sheer terror emanated from the masses of animated corpses.

We fought and slaughered, might be tens might be a hundred. I depleted all of my spellflame, which was surprisingly effective against the flood of rotting flesh and sharp bones.

Michael rushed to my side as I attempted a foolish but effective move, decimating the zombies with a fire rain. His shield was the only thing between a piercing enemy spell and me. I need to thank him later.

Later as we explored for any remaining survivord or living people, I kept guarding Michael’s back with my twin shortswords firmly in my hands. The least I can do to make up for that.



...


As the rain poured down on the remains lying on the charred battlefield, Three was decoding some orc letters and notes they’ve found on one of the bodies of orcs who had assaulted us after the undead avalanche, hoping for an easy pray.
One of their last mistakes, I might add.

I was cold and exhausted, holding onto last bits of my internal magic reserves. I was almost trembling, my legs weak and lids getting sleepy. I had my duties. We all had.

What was later unexpected, suddenly the rain stopped soaking into my already wet robes and I spotted a shadow – I was under Michael’s shield. I smiled under my helmet, and softly touched his armored chest as a gesture of thanks.
I didn’t want our relationship to be too obvious, but for the Skettus skilled in spying, I think we were as easy to read as a book.

Morriman sent the captured guard (the one who caused trouble and got under the artifacts‘ influence) back to Hadrian by a ship. We had a talk afterwards.

And it turned out that Michael might need to go on a sole mission. He chose me to accompany him, as I tore him away from the terrible influence of the skull and Leira. I will accompany him. Anywhere. At any time.


...


We came to Hadrian. Exhausted.
Sweat of the battle soaked my hair, sticking it to my face as I took of my helmet. Fortunately, the windy evening made it dry up a bit.

And that evening something moved forward. My heartbeat got faster as I was helping Michael to get out of his full plate. I’ve never done that before, it was such a trustful and intimate moment betweeen us.
Sometimes I find fascinating how he trusts me.
... I trusted him always, even though he was insane for a portion of time. So I guess it’s not that curious at all!

After he got into the bed, I went on and apologised for not beign able to sleep in my grime-soaked robe, still bearing patches of the bodily juices from the dead.
Michael didn’t mind... he offered to help.
I stood still as he undone the back laces of my robe, then slipping out, bare and blushed.
I’m glad nothing went on. I love these moments of trust, it makes each minute more wonderful than the other. We cuddled up, exhausted, and fell asleep almost instantly.

#29

When I woke up, it was almost noon. Stars, I slept a lot...

I was heading to the Hadrian Bathhouse for some enjoyment and relaxation, when I stumbled upon my man, Morgaine and Fjord talking on the square near the Coin.

Spoiler

They’ve been talking about the mist and other things, sharing their ideas and observations for most of the time. I spotted some growing closeness between my friend and Fjord, and I got lost in a thought.

Meanwhile Michael and Fjord talked about something, that Michael would like a better shield or something. Then Michael went and handed him something, as I was gazing at the waves and distant treetops.
I got an idea, so I whispered it to Michael.


...and Fjord heard all of it.
I admit I felt quite embarassed.

My only remaining option was - to roll with the outcome. I patted Mike on his shoulder and left to browse the wares of the Adventurer’s Society store to give them privacy, believing he can handle it from that point on. After all, it was just a spontaneous idea.
A short while later, Michael came in through the door, looking for me. I’ve been in a quiet corner, practising the invisibility weaving, so we almost missed each other. I managed to dispel at least part of the invisibility, so I was just.. translucent. He didn't seem surprised.

The result of the men’s talk partially remained as a mystery, it’s not like I mind, after all. It was an idea of that moment, since Michael never seemed to be affectionate, nor the relationship-type of guy – and yet, here we are. So I thought maybe they can say something to each other about those things.

Anyways.


...


Me and Michael went to the store – He mentioned he has some things for sale. I was still nervous, I thought he might be mad at me for asking him to do that. But again, he wouldn’t do something he doesn’t feel comfortable with.
I was nervous the whole time. I hope Fjord is not too mad at me either.
...I just have to hope.


At least my worries about Michael were quickly halted. He lovingly took me to the Wisteria Park of Hadrian, to have a peaceful time for ourselves.
Wisteria Park is a beautiful waterside place, the oasis of serenity in a busy port town. As we entered the park, the soft welcoming scent of flowers hit our nostrils, along with the fresh breeze from the wide, everflowing river. The falling petals were drifting in the breeze, making the place seem even more magical than it already is.

We sat down on one of the logs, Michael wrapping his arm around me. Perfection and calmness of that moment made my heart flutter – a feeling so pure in the current state of things.
He was right – a change of pace feels nice.
Especially considering all the things we might have to do pretty soon.
We held each other, and talked. About the future, about our past.
Michael is still regretful about his old self, but I’m glad he no longer seems troubled by it. There’s no way to change what had happened, after all.
By the time the sunset came, painting the sky in various warm colors. Slow waves reflected the light of the setting sun, as the fireflies sprung into the air, trailing their invisible paths by their light. Orange-tinted pink petals kept falling into the lush grass, and the ground flowers were slowly closing their blooms for the night.

Amidst of all this marvel, my concerned man had asked me if I didn’t mind him calling me „dear“ in front of Fjord and Morgaine.
- I admitted I was surprised, but in a good way. It was unexpected, just as the time when he first started to cook on his own for both of us. Just as unexpected as any other thing related to his progress and health restoration.
I couldn’t mind something like that.
...We sat in the moonlit bit of nature for a bit longer, the river breeze played with my hair as we shared our affections.


And so we spent an evening.

#30

I got up early, prepared a hefty breakfast for Michael for when he wakes up, and headed to the town. After bantering with some of the locals, it turned out that the old inn had its.. problems appear again. Poor miss Abigail, it was the worst property to invest in.
Me and Pattie took care of the grappling shadows and... Something that seemed like a ghastly form of skeletons.
Spoiler

Strange things do happen there.
Pip might be right, we should went down deeper sometime in the future, in hope to at least reduce the shadows leaking into the inn. If he thinks I can help him, then I'll try. I can always carry his stuff, after all.

Anyways, in the rubble I’ve found, probably a remain of an unfortunate but brave adventurer who left it behind and fled – a majestic, exquisitely-carved tower shield from dual metals.

Overhearing some of the Michael's talk about a tower shield yesterday, I internally rejoiced – he would be surely glad to have this! But, I can’t leave it blank, can I...


...


I took an airship to Valstiir, remembering the magical stores in the Council district Casper has shown me, I was full of hope that I might find someone willing to make the shield even better.

To my hearts content, I had found that master Lloyd’s store is opened! I quietly opened the metal-reinforced door and entered the building.
Mister Lloyd seemed busy, and parts of the store shelves were suspiciously empty.


We talked about the enchantment possibilities for the shield. Unfortunately, his shop had been broken in few days ago, and he lost some of his more precious material components.
Forcing more powerful enchantments on the shield would pose a great risk of opposite element vulnerability, therefore I accepted what was currently available.
A little can go a long way, after all.

And mister Lloyd said himself, that adding more enchantments wouldn’t propose a problem in the future, and that most of his restock orders should arrive within one month.
Great news!

I decided for the fire protection, as my spells are often close to directly affecting my partner. It’s not easy to aim in the tide of battle, especially considering Michael’s surprising agility on the battlefield. I want him to feel safe with me, just as I feel safe with him.
Master enchanter also suggested an enchantment for better movement fluidity, which, considering the pure mass of metal the tower shields are, is sure to be a wise choice.

So I placed my order (5,500 coins) and was told to wait for an Air Mephit messenger to arrive to my doorstep sometime in the afternoon. I was so excited!

I thanked to the kind old gentleman, and went on my way back. His mephit stopped me at the exit of the district – asking whether I wish to name the shield.
His question surprised me greatly, as I didn’t even thing about such thing.
My thoughts were racing, and one idea struck into my mind –

The Silver Star.


...


Shortly after I came home, Pip stopped by for a visit. We had a short chat in the garden, then came look for Michael – fortunately, he was on the farming duty, so we’ve found him easily.

I was smiling at their reunion, I’m happy Michael has such a good and understanding old friends as Pip is. They’ve been catching up with the stuff from each others life the whole way home.

Pip found comfort in the cushions quickly, and we continued our chat in the heat of the hearth.


...


Progress of the taint of my arm seems steady but slow, so at least there’s that.

59

Journals & Backgrounds / Re: Sherina Tsirak - A Memory Book of Freedom and Choice

« on: June 27, 2019, 05:17:52 pm »

Ink of the Mad

#25
In the morning I went out to Hadrian, to simply catch up with the things and with people in town. After a stroll through the streets smelling of water and people, I sat down to rest at the patio of Adventurer’s Society, watching the people, seagulls and ships go by.

Spoiler

Who I certainly didn’t espect was dear Ruby, marching carefully down the streets. Our eyes met, and she sat down to the table with me.
We’ve been talking more-less general stuff, including a little rant on the local sorcerer laws. She has been trying to explain to me her opinion on why are we so looked down at.
Based on her thoughts, the Arcanists and other wizards are simply jealous of what we have naturally, while they had to study to earn their skills.

What are they forgetting, I said to Ruby, is, that we cannot choose the spells we develop nearly at all. We can experiment and try, but unless we know, we have no clue.
Having every day a different selection of spells available – that’s only for wizards.

And I don’t know what‘s „so terribly bad“ about that.

Pip’s skills are cool, after all, and he can learn anything he wants from the scrolls at the store.
There’s nothing like that for us sorcerers.
Only our raw, unbound nature.


...


Miss Mayor Morgaine walked by, and as girls we all are, from two people in a conversation immediately became three. She was on her way from some Voust-related crypt – it seems she was reckless enough to go alone.

Regardless of that, she has shared some of her discoveries and assumptions. Her and Ruby had a clever and intense talk, and I was amazed to listen to them talk.
Ruby seems to have a perfect analytical mind for the right situations, and this was one of them. We both offered lady Morgaine our help in getting through the walls of the Voust manor, and our red-clad Mayor accepted.

Ruby unfortunately had some tasks planned further in the day, so me and Morgaine stood alone on the patio. Since I asked her about a private hearing right after she joined us in a talk, we laidback-style went into her offices. It was too much of a beautiful morning to rush...

I told her about the unavailability of Pip for the dragon mission, and about the fact that Michael will likely insist on coming after the old bronze with us. We continued the talk in a relaxed manner, agreeing upon starting our journey as soon as Morgaine receives a yes-or-no reply from some people she’s like to have with her.

That makes sense. But she hasn’t seen me fight for a while.

Later during our conversation, the topic turned to Michael. I haven’t told her anything of what happened yesterday or the days before

...


Around the noon I came home and as i wanted to go check the farms I’ve bumped into Michael on my way out of the door. That makes things easier.

Several gentle affections later, I agreed to visit lady Morgaine with him. He seems to have something to report from Valstiir, and would appreciate my company.
...Don’t tell me there’s more trouble on our plate.

After their meeting, we all went to Valstiir to check upon the said mist patches.

And it was far worse than Morgaine and I expected.
Most of the Old Quarter of Valstiir was covered in clouds of red mist, turning the lush grasses into a dead wasteland. Except for one tree, which stood amidst the clouds of corruption, proud and alive. With vibrant purple leaves, radiating a slight magical energy.

As we waded through the thick mist, the ‚bruised up‘ arm... responded.

First, I felt a strange numbness. Then tingling, and a second later

I felt as if thorns were piercing out from within the areas with bruises, ripping my flesh and every nerve apart. The clawing of something cold -
Until it all faded except the pain.
The pain so strong I wanted to give up, lay down and let myself cry until dawn.
Pain as intense as the devices back.. where I came from. Only longer.
Every second felt like forever.
It was burning, writhing in my veins. Every fibre of me wanted to scream and hope, that someone comes and takes the pain away.
But I’ve learnt as a child.
No such person exists.

Michael and Morgaine took their time. It’s alright, hang on girl. Show nothing. You can do it, you can manage. I had to grit my teeth and walk further. Morgaine needed to be guarded from the back as well. I needed to be cautious.
They needed me.
My will couldn’t falter in that moment.
Oh heavens, if only they weren’t so slow... The longer we walked through the mist the more it hurt. As if my body responded to every life lost to the mist.
I don’t want this anymore...
Someone make it stop.
Please.


...


I managed to survive the flight from Valstiir down into Hadrian as well. I hope my rushed farewell didn’t disturb Mayor too much, but it was no longer bearable.
I could no longer hold back the presence of this.
So I went alone.

But Michael, oh Michael.

Being the awesome man he is, he rushed to me in an attempt to comfort me, help me, calm me down.
My arm was throbbing, and through the rushes of pain and adrenaline in my blood, I could barely notice his call. „Sweetheart,“ he said.

And I told him. Away from the city, beyond the walls, letting the pain be seen in my eyes. I told him what I felt, how it felt and how I would do anything to stop it, how I wanted to release my flames...
...but I wanted to release them on me.
To burn that thing off.
But I couldn’t.
For him, I couldn’t.


My sweet Michael. Brazier, protecting my flame from the wind.

He suggested that I should probably go and burn some excess plants and foliage.
So we went, and I set off a blazing tempest with the pain still pulsing through me.

And I felt something,
lightheaded,
A new strange something rushed over me, tugging the Weave in new patterns I couldn’t
comprehend.
And the world went dark.


...


Pain in my right arm had completely disappeared by the time we arrived to our doorstep. It seems the mist had triggered something. I don’t know.

I felt.. unusual. Releasing my magic didn’t help. The feeling of a blazing bonfire in the core of my chest was guiding me towards Michael, I felt.. this burning within, I wanted to embrace him, hold him, envelop us both in the safety of fire, staying forever in that moment.
That’s how I felt, and maybe this desire kept the panic from the sudden dark cloud away.
The need for closeness,
for closer closeness,
my body felt so heated up. None of the flames I released onto the poor foliage that evening had seemed to sate this need and calm down this feeling. Michael, on the other hand... the sadness and worry seeping everywhere around him, creating a point of clarity and reason in my heated up mirage of the world.


Is it too strange I wasn’t scared at all?


Maybe it’s my immense trust in him.
We’ve been through the hell and back.
This can’t be harder than that.

He expressed his deep worry and concern, about this feeling, about these events... That he never wants to lose this beautiful, caring woman of his.
And only thing I felt that moment was calmness and trust. And the determination to overcome whatever this is. And whatever it brings.


Michael is worried about losing me, losing me to this something that‘s creeping up my body and changing its magical responsivity.
I felt Michael’s tears as they dripped on my shoulders.
I felt his care,
his love,
his desperate affection.


This is the man I’ve grown to love, love so much I never thought I would feel a bond this deep. And now the source of his troubles am I, the one person who has never supposed to bring any wounding feeling upon him.


I was terrified of asking Skettus for examination, as Morgaine suggested.
But he’s my man.
The only person who is going to be here with me with certainty.
If this would be my only duty to him, I will put myself under the risk and be examined by their mage and artificier – the man named Zilta.
And for now,
live for what we have. For what we are. For what we can become.


Michael gently took my hand, and begun guiding me to the bed with gentleness and affection in his touch. I followed, accepting whatever comes next, knowing I’m safe. He layed me down with him, and I cuddled close to feel his heart beating next to mine.
He began gently stroking my hair, telling me with love, to just forget about the world.. for a single moment.

I felt myself relaxing, my inner fires extinguishing...

That moment I knew

I will always be his silver dagger. And even if this ‚whatever‘ consumes me – heck if I care, I’ll become a blade of obsidian.
But I’ll stay his. Until the end.
My lovely Iron.

#26

I took the time in the morning to study my arm. Some of the bruises look more like an ink spills, with twig-like formations branching out each of them.
I can feel a soft tingling. But no longer any pain. Fortunately. I can’t afford to step into the red mist more than necessary.
While I was absorbed by studying the changes of my body, Michael woke up and asked whether I feel alright. He is my support and I love him.

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He noticed that it had gotten worse. Clearly. It’s quite noticeable by now. It’s making him so worried, I’m afraid he is more worried than I am. There’s no escaping for me after all, so I’m looking for solutions.
He’s just so caring.
I tried to remind him, that we should never let this condition of mine overshadow what we already have. How awesome it is to be ourselves, to be together. We have a nice house, good friends, and are caring for each other. With all these things, I will hold on.
And Michael promised me he will help me fight this. By all means possible.
The things we do for each other...
...I’m glad he’s become a much kinder man than before. Otherwise I would be afraid.

I quickly ran to the Coin and back, letting the air fill my lungs as I sprinted forward.
I had to take that surprise home as soon as possible.

I told Michael to wait upstairs while I ran, raced the morning breeze and the few falling leaves. Quickly stop by at the seamstress‘ before I get the thing from the inn.
Had it.
Got to bring it home.


Back at our cozy two-storey, I quickly unpacked and displayed the present on a large plate. It was fresh, as fresh as it can get in the morning of a busy port town day.
A full sweet cake, with colorful sugary sprinkles and juicy, cherry filling.
How am I going to tell him this?
Oh, I know...
„Come downstairs!“ I shouted, clutching the heavy tray in my hands. The right one seems a bit weakened, now I think about it.

Michael descended down the stairs, and the little scillintating sparks of pleased surprise in his eyes were just priceless. Sweet cake, oh yes.

I thought I should give him something to pay back, the worries I caused him with what happened yesterday... I never wanted this. I know I’m loved, I know I’m supported, but to let my dear partner know about my appreciation is just as important as the appreciation itself.
Sweetest man I know.
He is my support, the reason my will doesn’t waver against the taint that’s consuming me. The reason why I will go and push myself, try to learn how to work with this taint of mine.
I feel good in the dark. Maybe I should train in the basement later.


...


After little bits of conversation, I remembered the thing I got reworked at the tailor’s workshop. The adventuring robe Michael gave me during our first adventure together.
I wonder whether he remembers.
I had it reworked, though some parts turned out clearly different than I imagined. Some were rising... higher, definitely higher than I expected. But no worries, everything will be fine. I’m sure of it.

One moment of changing later, I walked down the stairs, however I stood with my back turned towards him. I was so nervous of showing myself in this new attire... It was new, yes, it was nice, yes, it was all that it could be. But it lacked the long skirt i usually wear, and instead got something.. different. That’s more than I remember it asking to be.

As nervous as I was, i was quite reluctant to show this attire of mine.
Inhale, exhale.
There we go.


Blushing and surprised, Michael seemed both stunned and appreciative at the same time. I quickly defended the concept of this clothing, saying it was supposed to be more modest.
His single reply was a cocky „Sure...“ as he pulled me close by my sides.
Assuming the best but still needing reassurance, I asked whether he likes it.
...And I’ve gotten the best answer I could get.

As I’m writing this, I realised that the things are starting to get suggestive once in a while. It’s not like I mind. I’m certainly glad he is feeling better and showing more of his personality.
I’m still primarily his carer, after all. There are bounds I don’t want to cross until his full recovery. I want him to be himself when that happens.


...


Michael suggested visiting one area in Sullivan’s, where he said he could use my help. It’s not like I do anything else besides enchanting him to be even deadlier for his enemies, so I agreed to it and tagged along.

It was a nice trip. But unfortunately (or fortunately), the elevator that was supposed to ride us to the lower levels had gotten jammed in the construction itself, so we stopped moving after several feet.
It was time to go – but I didn’t want to go home yet.
So Michael took me to the Upperdark.



....



Upperdark is a strange and calming place. Dangers lurking around every corner, while the cave system itself is so nice, majestic, with pretty glowing details like mushrooms and crystals, burbling water streams and still, silent lakes.
My excitement and curiosity only grew, and after showing me the drow city from the coastline, we turned around and headed towards the exit of the caves.

Being as excited and curious as I was, I acted more like a tourist than an adventurer at that moment. I was splashing in the streams, touching all the tall, gargantuan mushrooms, petting the smooth facets of glowing crystals, and generally, enjoying the trip.
And burning several monsters alive but they wanted to eat us first. And Michael is quicker than any of my spells, it’s so incredible. His agility merges with his strength into one deadly and effective combo.
And there wasn’t a second I was truly afraid of him.
Not even while he was completely under the influence of the cursed tools.

Continuing our trip in Upperdark, behind a patch of tall mushrooms I’ve found a still pool of cool water. I submerged in, as it seemed pretty shallow and empty for any monstrosity to hide in. So I went in. And Michael did too.
...
So I splashed him.
His revenge was just as vicious as it could be, since he took his shield into both hands, filled it with water and then CHUCKED all the water onto my head.
I was drenched.
Cold.
But laughing.


And he seemed oh-so-happy seeing me like this. Without worries and racing thoughts.


...


He took us back a different path, through an abandoned waterside fortress, now inhabited by sahuagin-kin.
Pattie once again proven to be a true devilish shredder from the nine hells, deserving a lot of praise and head scratches. She’s grown so much over the time I spent here in these lands... I can’t believe she’s almost as tall as I am.


Through the crumbling fortress full of waterfalls and overwater paths, we emerged in the familiar forests nearby Southbank.
Times of our first memories living together, travelling here to see the world. Time when I first showed him the heat of my spells, the time he gave me his first hug.
There is a lot to see, and a lot to learn.
But mostly enjoy, as the nature is wild and full of surprises.
And every corner can harbor a beautiful location of its own.


We took a long stroll, simply savoring the fresh forest air as the wind danced with the leaves above us. We stopped on the top of a small cliff, right above the water waves.
And we just stood there,
Gazing into the distance.
He put his arm around me, and we stood.
Watched.
As the waves go by, as they will for all eternity, eating away the toughness of the rock.
I felt so loved.
Safe.
And appreciated.
In that very moment, it was only two of us.
And the vastness of the sea.


...


Our romantic moment was disturbed by a Moander’s fanatic, who seemed to rejoice in the discovery of proclaimer services. Michael seemed pretty pissed off by it, therefore I needed to calm the situation down.

Iron must’ve felt very romantic that day, as we didn’t head home that night. We’ve gone to the Southbank, to the inn and had a cozy little dinner. Michael’s a proper gentleman, I must say – he even pulled out a chair for me, and brought everything to the table.
Michael never ceases to amaze me.
Who would’ve thought that I, of all people, am going to end up with this man.

Dinner... Which reminds me, I haven’t yet searched for a sweet cake recipe to make at home.
Have to add it to the to-do list.

...


After our filling dinner, Michael went and rent a room at the Southbank’s inn. It was a small and cozy one, almost indifferent to my old room at the Sailor’s Coin.
Sadly, only beds were single and only one per room.
So, as Michael laid down on his back, I got comfortable lying on him and next to him, as his strong arms held me close.

I fell asleep to the rhythm of his heartbeat.

#27

We took a ride by boat in the morning, and spent our way to Hadrian watching the lazy morning waves and a rising fog above the river. It was amusing seeing morning bird folk flutter by, occasionally stopping by the coast to have a short drink, before they'd take off again.
Funny thing is, that I don't miss home. And I don't think I'll ever do.
Spoiler

As long as I'm with Michael, our home can be anywhere.
Right now he is standing right beside me, his big, warm hand on top of mine, as we are leaning against the railing of the ship.
He just smiles, and then we continue our silent, calm voyage.


Upon arrival at home, Michael immediately sets off towards the farmers settlements. It seems there's a lot of work today, as we've been reported that an ox got frightened and broke free, demolishing part of the barn and one door in the process.
Michael insisted he'll be alright on his own, so I trusted him and went to Hadrian alone. I wanted to just relax and people-watch before I go home for the rest of the day.


What fate had brought up for me was lady Morgaine, elegantly sitting down next to me and starting this unexpected talk. It turned out, that she's heading to the Abbey of the Moon for spiritual reasons, and as I mentioned the dragon living nearby, she reckoned we might as well do two things at once.
What a great and inspiring leader.

Even though I'm not serving anyone and thought I'll never be, Morgaine shows me the side of rulership I would never expect to happen and encounter. She is kind, merciful, decisive and powerful. And values loyalty above everything.
She's actually the only person I can directly ask for commands and feel great about doing it. Because I know she likes me to retain my free will, and serve her out of my own decision. I'm proud of Michael wanting to join her guard, she'll need him just as I do if the mist comes closer.


...


Down at the Abbey, Morgaine paid her respects and did her prayers. In the meantime, I was enticed by the beauty and serenity of the local monastery gardens, finding peace in their geometry and silence.
A quiet retreat. No wonder she visits here once a week to cleanse her head from the duties as a Mayor. This place would turn anyone into a calmer person.

Later on we went to talk to the Father of the Abbey about the local lands and the dragon rumours. Apparently he didn't know of anything, but suddenly a woman I've seen before appeared, as if out of nowhere.
I've seen her over a month ago in Hadrian, trying to get Pip's attention for something.
It's not like it matters now.

We talked, and meanwhile visited two towers of the abbey, one as tall as the other. Both were full of artifacts and holy symbolics, one even housing a piece of a moon, giving a dim glow into the room it was stored in.

Then we sat in the serene gardens, with flowers slowly swaying in the light wind. It was refreshing, and in the background you've heard the cascading waterfalls nearby. Perfect place for a friendly chat.
While I was a bit more suspicious of miss Zoanantuss, Morgaine ensured me she is a good person and I let some of the barriers fall.
And after all,
it turned out that Zoana was the polymorphed Bronze Dragon(ess) we've been looking for.

It took my breath away as she rose from her human body, as majestic as one can get, turning skin into a metal-like scales, with head of a strangely pleasant dragon, with wise and patient green eyes. She was smaller than I suspected, but was still looming over us in a display of massive power and elegance.
It seems she can 'sniff' people's intentions in the form of a dragon, and her and Morgaine had a long talk about the necessary things and the things we know. We haven't yet been offered a direct help, but were pointed towards a certain things that might help us defeat the Mist in the long term.
And that's the important goal we have.

Me and Morgaine went home through Southbank, taking the ship to Hadrian. As soon as I escorted Mayor to her estate, we shared a warm hug and wished each other a great day. I like having friends like this. It makes me feel great, sharing the good things and forgetting the bad for a moment.


...


On my way towards the house 9, a proclamation echoed in my head - from Pip, he has returned and manages to find some time for me.
I updated him on all the events and information, including today's visit of a mighty dragon lady. He seemed amazed and just as curious and eager as I was, to meet the dragon again. I told him of her preferred human form, so if she ever comes to Hadrian or a Hilltop, he can get closer and talk to her.
He was also kind and concerned about the health problem of mine I mentioned in the letter. I'm glad he kept things private,
but that's just the way it goes I assume. One way or another, I'm glad he can be secretive when he wants to.
As if he wasn't usually.

Down at his lab at Hilltop, I have shown him the partially corrupted right arm. The blotches of dark color didn't shift much from yesterday, which is great. It's not growing faster after the latest mist incident, so that' at least a good news.
On another side, after the expensive spell testing and various examinations he suspected that my access to shadow magic is somehow higher, and that the right approach might be to figure out how to harness it.
Since the first dark cloud happened for seemingly no reason, I realised I might try to cast more spells, to see if any shadow energy 'leak' comes out again and alters the spell, allowing me to catch a glimpse of the spell pattern itself.
And I will harness it.

He gave me a bit more self belief and confidence, but we both know he's not on a hundred percent sure about those things.
We agreed that he might visit me and Michael while we're both home, and note down the progress of the arm markings during his visit.


...


I was drained from the spell testing, so I fell asleep sooner than Michael managed to get home.
What a long day full of answers and new goals to reach.
Thank you for that.

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Journals & Backgrounds / Re: Sherina Tsirak - A Memory Book of Freedom and Choice

« on: June 25, 2019, 07:17:58 am »

Close Hearts, Bonded Souls

#22

I think I should note down for my future self, that the latest entries are not per-day. Most days are calm and uneventful, and even with the mist threatening the region (which no one cares about, by the way) and other dangers looming, I feel... Content.

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I feel really, really good. Michael is my support, and he is working on improving himself day by day.

The reason why I decided to write this journal entry... A lot has happened. In a good way.

I’ve always felt kind of deep companionship love towards Michael, maybe because he seemed like he needed it. I don’t know why, or how this happened. This is a bond I can’t see being broken anytime soon. And it’s only growing deeper with each day, with each night. With each help.
At this point we can stop counting debts towards each other.
We're both feeling the safety of such bond.

Which kind of reminds me... No one besides mayor Morgaine went to visit us over the past weeks.
No one.
Even though I sent a proclamation saying where we live in case anyone wants to.
I’m glad I have Michael as an emotional support. The fact that Cutter, of all of people, decided to stay away... It’s a sad feeling, but I know I made a good choice running away to Sullivan’s. And if anyone doesn’t like the fact I saved a life – it’s only a matter of time when I heal.
If I lose anyone for helping someone... I would go and help again.
I am no hero, not strong in any way. But I'll push through anything to help those who have helped me.

The strange bruises continue to grow, albeit very slowly. If I didn’t have Iron to share my burden with, I wouldn’t be able to smile at all. Pip seems busy, so I wrote him a letter hoping for reply. I asked about the dragon mission as well, I didn’t pay for that shield on a whim.

I would be so worried... if it weren’t for my supportive friend. And Pattie. Those two are the pillars that keep me from sadness.

#23

I slept in a bit, then stormed down the stairs to find Michael. I saw him sitting by the fire, focusing and meditating. He’s told me he is trying to speak properly. He’s doing very well in this matter, even though for now he speaks really slowly. He is fighting and pushing through.

I sat on the cushions next to him, and after a while, we talked for a little bit. I decided to express that I am going to miss him when he recovers and leaves.
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That's when he said: „Who said I was leaving? That is... if you’ll have me.“   
He left me speechless.

The truth is that, indeed, we have gotten very close over the time. I never thought of him differently, but the way he changes... I don't know.


That morning, I asked a question that’s been bugging me for few days – what did it mean when he stood before me in the garden, back then when Morgaine was visiting.
And he swept me from my feet. In a literal sense, picked me up and held.
It seems he’s very observant and always listening. I felt good in his arms, he is quite tall so I also got the idea of his ‚view of the world.‘ But that’s not what was on my mind in that moment. It was one of the most perfect moments of my life, the realisation that we both might have feelings for each other.
The real ones. We’ve been through hard times and never left each others side. The bond it forged...
And then I got the loveliest kiss one the nose as a 'payback' for everything I've done.


„You are the dagger to my armor, hitting all the soft spots.“


After this, I asked the most tense and hard question to erase even the last doubts; Whether he would like me to be his iron dagger after he recovers.
And it got answered.


...


I’ve heard many other surprising things that day morning. It was long and calm, and we both opened and shared. Based on Michael’s own words, he had liked me the moment he saw me, and I’m helping him realise and feel, how it is to have someone close.

How strange the world turns sometimes.
If I made only one different decision, everything would be... No, no don’t think of it.
Tender moments in the morning haze, as the rays of sun shone through the windows, painting the floor in reflections as we sat there, embracing each other and resting, while the fire was slowly crackling. That was the morning of a wonderful day.


...


Later, almost in the afternoon, I went to see him on the farms. Before that I did some household work, as usual. Mundane tasks help me feel better, as I sometimes feel like this bliss is just an eye of the storm, and at any moment, the tempest can close in on us. I know it will.
Hopefully my fire will provide enough light to fight off the darkness.


We tended the fields together, and then went to the bath house to rest after a long period of labour. I’ve left a hint of suggestion about the chasm waterfalls as well, but he was so oblivious I almost chuckled! It has plenty of time to come into reality, so it doesn’t matter at all.
Things can change until then.

At the bath house I received first straightforward compliments from him. That I look lovely in the dress I brought for our Valstiir journey, and that my eyes are deep and beautiful.
There are some things happening that are beyond any expectations. And it feels so right.

I also got the answer to why he sometimes uses the word ‚silk‘ in relation to me. The regular side assumed the dress, but one of his outbursts provided me with answer. Honest and straightforward, with a hint of appreciation. Silk of the pale flesh. The mind lingers and claws. Pale flesh of the night. Beauty in the moons eyes.
Lost in the void. Wandering iron of the tan opals.
Shows that each day can be more surprising than the other.


...


Today was also the first time we held hands in public for a longer period of time. A lot has changed today, it seems. Even though we’re just companions for now.
Maybe this is also the reason Michael is working so relentlessly towards his recovery, determined to get better at any cost. I don’t know what exactly motivates him to have such inner drive. But again, he’s a fighter, and had always had a strong willpower.

I took him to Valstiir in order to pick an additional pendant for my memory necklace. The one with Cutter’s black tulip in it.
Mister Lorianald had quite a selection of pendants, among which were three daggers. Two dark and one silver, and we had a hard time deciding. In the end, Iron chose the silver one and said...

...


After the jeweler, we went to spend a late evening in Valstiir gardens. Dawn tinting every survace red, and every shadow purple. Magical time of the day, filled with the songs of sparrows and desperate melodies of crickets. Magical lanterns swiveled in the air, attracting curious moths and sleepy hummingbirds. And we sat there, on a stone bench, leaning against each other. Resting and living the moment.


After the sunset, when the sky turned into dark blue hues with the first stars peeking through the sparse clouds, we headed onto our way home.



Back at home, the ‚silk‘ was still stalling in my mind, like a tree in the desert. With a racing heart I took the risk, hoping that based on everything I’ve heard and experienced today, this won’t be a misstep.
I approached Michael and shyly asked, whether he... whether he wants to touch the silk.
A sweetheart he is, in his rational side of mind he started examining my dress, and I couldn’t stop laughing. So I have it one little push, taking his hand and guiding it to feel the skin of my neck, shoulder, and towards the open back of the dress. His expression was surprised and curious, but quickly turned into a smile and we ended up hugging each other, while he gently rubbed my back in a careful and loving manner. His touch was a bit rough, but pleasant. It always makes me relaxed, and I felt my breath slow down.


Leaving the close touch, his suggestion pierced every doubt I had;

Come, let us fall asleep in eachother's embrace.

#24
Woah... a truly wonderful day.
I am at loss for words, as it's just almost unbelievable, and at the same time, so right and nice-feeling.

I feel like nothing I write will do this day justice, and I will fail to capture the essence, the perfection of each moment that had happened throughout the day.
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That this page will be just an empty husk of words, without any emotion behind it.

...


The bruises are spreading a bit each day. It’s seen the best when I don’t check up on them for few days, and then look in the mirror. So far they do nothing, only swirl under the daylight.


...


It seems Michael started his field duties early. When I woke up, the house was empty.
I like how dedicated he is. His willpower is unmatched, and the effort he makes every day to make things work, is simply, amazing.

After doing some morning stretches and having a breakfast, I went out to find him. I felt bubbly and joyful, sleeping this way gives me so much energy towards the day!


Michael was deep in meditation, as he sat in the rays of dawn, with tended fields behind him.

I sneaked up closer...
And summoned a jet of fire from behind a tree.
I managed to hide for about a minute, until I couldn’t control my laughter anymore and just gave up on stealth completely.
And hearing his sweet „Hi Sherina“ instantly made my morning better.
He was fine with my fire play as well, dearie.

I asked him whether he’d like to sleep cuddled up more often. And the answer of his was, note: WITH A SMIRK– „If you would like.“
Man, you have to have some excitement from hearing me say these things!
Sigh.
I like to hear nice things being confirmed as well.
So it’s alright.
I can enjoy it.
And the eskimo kisses too.


...


One surprise follows another. He barely resembles the gloomy Michael I met on my third day in Hadrian.
But what i certainly didn’t expect to hear from his mouth, is that apparently I look ‚sexy‘ in that red dress of mine!

And hearing that while travelling to Sullivan’s, well, it just makes your day.


...


Our steps echoing in a dreadful, twisted temple, we marched forward with caution. The zikkurat was home to a mass of fire elementals, and some worshippers of flame or whatever.

We crept in silence, our ears looking for any hint of an enemy sound.

I hate the tide of battle. I like the quick thinking, I like what I can do... But the possibility to lose your friends, the people you care about... it’s too much. Far too much for someone like me to bear.

I promised Michael I’ll check up on him back home, and mended the dents in his black metal armor with a spell. Yes, he does regenerate. But I have to make sure.


...


Our journey took us to Valstiir by the airship from Sullivan’s.

After the usual selling of whatever we’ve found, Michael wanted to dye the new cloak he had found. So I tagged along, of course.

At the store,
The biggest surprise. Yes, another one.
MICHAEL. BOUGHT. A. SUIT!

Rich and elaborate, from black velvet and with golden embroidery. I couldn’t believe my eyes, as he slowly approached me, his massive stature clad in the most elegant suit available. And he bought it just for me. So he has something to wear when we go out and I wear a dress.
As I stood on the descending steps, out heads were mostly on the same level.
I was so filled with joy and excitement.
I wanted to kiss him. The man I like so much.
It was the perfect moment!

...But I didn’t.


...


We arrived to the airship, holding our hands, and departed towards Hadrian.

The missed opportunity and a slight worry that I might be wrong about his feelings was still bugging me,
so I went full honesty.

I confessed, that I wanted to kiss him back at the store. That I thought the opportunity was perfect. But I didn’t, and that made me confused whether I should have done it or not...
Michael just leaned in and asked... „What’s stopping you now?“
I went speechless.
And then he pulled me into the softest kiss imaginable.
I didn’t expect my first kiss to be on an airship with a person I‘m still mainly a carer to, but it is.
And it is perfect.


...


Back at home, after I waited for Michael to finish bathing, he told me something as well.
He talked about how he started his meditation.
How and why he pushes himself so rapidly towards his recovery.
It’s because of me.
...
Michael... That precious man.

Later on, he showed me in detail how his regeneration ability works. It’s just as incredible as I imagined. He has not a single scar on his body.
Wonderful.
Then we talked. He talked about some things that happened to him long ago, the wounds he survived only thanks to his ability.
I couldn’t bear it any longer. I told him something, that I can’t imagine what he’s been through. That it’s hard for me to hear such things. But I thanked him for trusting me.
I thanked him for everything.
And I thanked him
for loving me.

... „Of course I love you.“
My heart fluttered in joy.

We went to sleep a while later. Last words I heard that day were: „Goodnight, my shining dagger.“

Goodnight, my hero.