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Journals & Backgrounds / Re: Neasa Lawley: Champion of Hibernos
« on: October 31, 2019, 06:51:26 am »
I 'ave found my place in the Swords, the true reason I was drawn here. I am to be the finisher o' unfinished business. I spend much time each day siftin' through old records in the Keep, piecing together old events, actions and words. From there, I try to find the next step that needs to be taken. It's not easy... I'm reading the reports of former Swords, some fallen heroes, some disgraced discharges. I feel a twinge o' familiarity every time I see Koi's handwriting. And there was a lass named Lilana Feynolds who reminds me a bit o' Teuivae in her tone.
Teuivae… I could never 'ave guessed that I'd become so close to that half-elf lass who quietly came in to Harvest Moon one day. I've never met anyone so incredibly patient, tolerant and just plain loving as that girl. Even when she's angry it's not petty, it's because she can't right some wrong. We share that quakin' rage at unfairness... it comes from the blood. She's still learnin' to control the feelings it causes. I've known my blood from the start, and even I'm prone to throwin' shapes due to it. Must be so hard for her. We're so blessed to 'ave each other on this journey, we seem t'calm one another.
Wulvarax has been busy smitin' undead around Southbank, I hear. I think he's ready to step it up. I have somethin' in mind for him, and he'll love it. Never seen nobody else enjoy banjaxing a walkin' corpse to bits as much as that boyo does. I wonder what it is that drives him so fervently? Is it a blood thing with 'im too? Or did some undead hurt or kill someone important to him?
I visited the Church o' Amaunator today. I'm lost f'words...I caused this. I didn't mean to, but somethin' I did started this chain o' unwanted events, as I seem to be deadly good at doin'. He said that as long as I'd learned something from it, it was all right... and I have. But it doesn't seem enough for the cost.
Teuivae… I could never 'ave guessed that I'd become so close to that half-elf lass who quietly came in to Harvest Moon one day. I've never met anyone so incredibly patient, tolerant and just plain loving as that girl. Even when she's angry it's not petty, it's because she can't right some wrong. We share that quakin' rage at unfairness... it comes from the blood. She's still learnin' to control the feelings it causes. I've known my blood from the start, and even I'm prone to throwin' shapes due to it. Must be so hard for her. We're so blessed to 'ave each other on this journey, we seem t'calm one another.
Wulvarax has been busy smitin' undead around Southbank, I hear. I think he's ready to step it up. I have somethin' in mind for him, and he'll love it. Never seen nobody else enjoy banjaxing a walkin' corpse to bits as much as that boyo does. I wonder what it is that drives him so fervently? Is it a blood thing with 'im too? Or did some undead hurt or kill someone important to him?
I visited the Church o' Amaunator today. I'm lost f'words...I caused this. I didn't mean to, but somethin' I did started this chain o' unwanted events, as I seem to be deadly good at doin'. He said that as long as I'd learned something from it, it was all right... and I have. But it doesn't seem enough for the cost.