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Journals & Backgrounds / Re: Zahirra Sa'Laeth - Deflecting the Destiny

« on: December 09, 2019, 04:14:14 pm »

Interview with Aardyn and Belorfin went swimmingly, it was quick and to the point. Price for escort is very acceptable, nothing like I’ve heard about their prices being horribly over-the-top. That left me curious, and I asked. It turns out they were just sick of not getting paid with anything but promises of ‘respect and pride.’

So it goes, and mr. Redwillow has officially called out a summon for people who would like to join. I simply sat in the entry hall if anyone would be of need of my assistance. Minerva came out of Minister’s office, and the three of us went to the Upper Estate.
After brief interviews the task was set - to bring back the statuette of Lady Valstiir,
one of rare artpieces in even rarer collection, for Docent Ressat.
She’s a sweet woman with weak health, and both Minerva and I hope we could be of help to her someday.

After an unplanned burglary, chat with a frost spirit guardian and calming down a spirit of a hound, Minerva found the statuette and we could go back. All in all - she’s now an Initiate!

Aardyn, Abigail and I talked for a bit later. Upon Aardyn mentioning that there’s a party planned in the Society Pub, a certain worry has sprouted in my mind. The snow continues, and that would be a second party over the period this unnatural snow lasts.

In other words, I fear a riot.

I’ve seen the Wonbrie Woods and the weird, curious lower level of its crypt. I should tell Sjach about the locked door.

I need to talk with Neasa soon. I should tell her of the spirit too, as it seems to have a connection with the snow. Perhaps I can learn more this way.

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Journals & Backgrounds / Re: Zahirra Sa'Laeth - Deflecting the Destiny

« on: December 08, 2019, 12:07:26 pm »

The position of a House Mage piqued Minerva’s interest, now to see whether she gets accepted with her origin and little expertise, starting as an Initiate. In my estimate it would be welcome though, as the House can have her shape her skills exactly to its needs and wants. Opportunity to study, enchant items and… experiment seemed of interest to her too.

I met with Overseer Morriman, and got a unique scroll out of the deal - Prismatic Spray, only for a bit over two thousand. I need to keep my finances in check better. Fortunately the other scroll came as a present from Uldur upon hearing of my enchantment goal. Besides the diamonds, I’ll have Meleghost use an emerald..
the one that reminds -him- of my eyes.

Another day, another new face, and so it happens I met Dameraxia, a dark-skinned, attractive woman. Another mage apparently, pixie companion. She’s of a noble origin, confident. She fit well with Minerva and Radriel, so I took my time listening to them all, thinking of other things in for once peaceful environment of the Society Pub.

After everything was done, I spent majority of my free time together with Sjach.
We were resting, wrapped in a thick blanket, near the fireplace.

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Journals & Backgrounds / Re: Zahirra Sa'Laeth - Deflecting the Destiny

« on: December 07, 2019, 06:08:25 pm »

I took the leap and tried to ask for Raven via proclamation, meeting him at the streams that ripple across the Northern farms.
I’m safe, he understood the situation I explained.
That’s greatly appreciated.
No danger from that side.

The rest of the day continued in the way of dodging and careful ballet of words and half-told phrases. This field of work surely is exhausting, nothing I’ve been doing before could’ve gotten me ready for it.

I received a reply from Aardyn, his signature brought a faint smile which I must thank him for later, perhaps in a form of a shotglass over the topic I’m meant to discuss with him - the fate of Voust family and estate.
I’d like to ask for his assistance on coming to the estate, I could get the House’s lodgers and legal papers from there and bring them back to Hadrian for examination of the deal funds lost. There’s not much guidance or details on the task list, so I have to paint in broad streaks for now.

Lady Zahirra,

   As always, I am open to talk about potential jobs. Our door is always open, whenever you feel like dropping in. I know Grano would enjoy a change in scenery, from my ugly mug. Should I be out and about while you pop in, you can inquire with any of our council members about Society hiring, though I do have a personal score to settle with the blood sucker. Come by. Our taps are always chilled and Grano pours a mean one.

   Best regards,

      Ladyman

Unable to be actually productive despite being almost as busy as the Judge of Souls, I stashed the papers into a file, went to make some small adjustments to my leisure clothes - for when the snow finally thaws - and then I went to look for my dragon in hopes of letting the stress fall away in a good way - and not by hiding away with a bottle and tears.
I met Lenna, an elven fighter, it seemed. She asked me for a help with picking clothes - and there are very little better ways to unwind,
so of course I went with her!
Though, I was seemingly having a cursed heck of a day, as the dragon was ‘nowhere to be found’ - in other words, elusive and hiding away from everyone, likely right close by. I can’t tell I didn’t feel let down by that, as well by the call after. Fortunately, being open and actually voicing my concerns proved to help. Even before that, he apologized on his own, and said that it’s easy to find a better company than he is.
Unexpected of him to say.
However, what he said is true, and yet isn’t. As he’s far too special to be comparable to others, a fountain of calm, and the only one I don’t feel like is just an eagle, waiting for an opening to strike, nor a vulture, waiting for the above to happen and then joining on the feast. Even if it's someone burdened to this extent the one I feel this with, I won't back out. After all, I'm not much less of a fuckup too.

The day ended in a gentle cuddle, and I admit, a little cry. He needed me, just like I needed him.
And... he told me something that made me sure of this.
That I want this.

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Journals & Backgrounds / Re: Zahirra Sa'Laeth - Deflecting the Destiny

« on: December 06, 2019, 07:48:21 pm »

Being surprised by Trinra’s husband and his one-liner left me stunned with my mind racing.
Then it clicked, I needed to talk to him. But he seems to be rarely around. I met him for the first time on his own at the party, he must’ve been in mourning the whole time since Trinra… Ah, dear Trinra. I miss you.

I’m still looking for the scrolls to enchant the rapier with. I sent out some letters and I must ask Uldur next time I stumble upon the old man. I was also told to ask Belorfin, but then again I've heard the Society’s fees have skylaunched and I don’t have much left.

Shi Lei is willing to forge weapons if he gets soldiers under his command. A difficult deal to make, and I’m not sure whether to even begin.
And once again I forgot to ask him about the items of the Three. On the other hand, we discussed so much today it could’ve been a risk. I’m not yet entirely sure about people around here.

I went to rest my mind after the whole day to the cliffside cave, though by the time I got there it was early in the morning - I slept at the ship on the way there.
After that one time Sjach told me that “it’s been a while since he ate,” every other day I go out of my way to get him something to eat. Like today, a roasted herb lamb with gravy. I needed to ask him about Raven anyways, last time I remember he and Trin lived in Sullivans. They might've seen each other. I left him a note along with the breakfast, gave the sleepy dragon a gentle kiss on the nose and left again, not only to catch a bit more sleep at the rocking ship before another day in Hadrian starts.
Arkelos partially warned me, after all.
And it’s only getting colder.

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Journals & Backgrounds / Re: Zahirra Sa'Laeth - Deflecting the Destiny

« on: December 05, 2019, 08:26:16 am »

I took my time to get to know the city more.
And, without much of a thought or with too many hidden and suppressed ones, there’s a desire to have hope, to move on… to have plans revolving around myself, not around what others want of me.

Balancing on a fishing line. That’s how I feel after today’s day of talking and writing letters. Half of the words I get in return are empty but no matter, I must keep pressing on. The issues are too important, and are going to keep piling on top of each other unless I take the steps as soon as they’re able to be taken.

I’ve successfully asked around about the snows and other troubles that hold Hadrian in their grip - there’s surely much more that I’m not being told, however it’s of no matter for now. Not like I’m not at the mercy of others, being the weak 'shitface' I am.

That reminds me of someone most surprising, who not only got me out of my guarded, defensive shell but crushed it so hard it crumbled into the wind. Who would have thought that what I needed are not the life-wisdom-teaching lectures of Shi and Teuivae, but it was a poke of playfulness and a cocky bastard of a shadow half-drake that brought smile onto my face and peace into my soul. The gnoll, Garlax, is quite alright of a companion too - he seems to be interested in working out a food shipping deal with the Mayor Wren.

Balancing on a fishing line. Great Houses, Wren and Shi, Adventurers, Southbank, and my alliance with Neasa on a private matter.
All as fragile and vulnerable yet in their power, as they hold onto it with everything they have.
So must I apparently, if i am to survive.
To keep balancing on the fishing line.

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Journals & Backgrounds / Zahirra Sa'Laeth - Deflecting the Destiny

« on: December 05, 2019, 07:57:17 am »

	 Zahirra Sa'Laeth Houndmaster | House Reschotti Slaver Coming to Hadrian from up the river, Nauseef, Zahirra's only goal is to obey the will of her family - to fulfill the role that's being expected, that's been ordered by those above her. To join a great House, for the prestige of her family and its good name... However, after talking with some people she starts to see and believe that she perhaps can do something she would like. That she can choose. And among all the drama and mess going on in Hadrian, a beautiful, intricate silver lining starts to reveal itself.	
		 

(just for the record, i didn't paint this portrait - too lazy, just edited it)

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Netherese Library / Re: Research: Powering of the smaller Mythallars

« on: October 17, 2019, 01:43:27 am »

Thank you!

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Netherese Library / Re: Research: Powering of the smaller Mythallars

« on: October 16, 2019, 11:42:28 am »

Mythallar of smaller size than the one keeping the Enclave of Valstiir in the sky, yet many times larger than the shards powering the pseudo-magical weapons.
Is there a way to replenish the energy such crystal stores, and if yes, what are the ways?

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Netherese Library / Research: Powering of the smaller Mythallars

« on: October 16, 2019, 12:46:39 am »

*In her burgundy, crystal-hemmed robes, Sherina comes to the Valstiir library in the pursuit of any information regarding various ways of powering the smaller Mythallars (not mythal shards). After spending hours in conversation and reading topic-related books, filling her notes, she then leaves and has a bouquet of white tulips sent to the library as a thanks.*

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

« on: September 20, 2019, 08:25:25 am »

*two thin document envelopes arrive, bound together with a sky blue ribbon. Under one corner of the ribbon, a letter is snugly secured*

"Greetings, master Pendragon,

I haven’t seen many plays and poems available in the ‘Varied’ section of the library, and that inspired me to look for some works of budding artists in Valstiir and surrounding region."
*no signature is given*


Open Door (A Dramatic Poem)

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Open Door (A Dramatic Poem)

Author:  Ivory Leithien


I.
I sing of Tyrabeth, the Maid of the Axe,
Who could fell a full elm with two hatchet hacks.
She could rip apart Reilwood just for the fun.
She studied under Alfhedil in city of Nualla'n.
He taught her the jabs, the strokes, and the stance
To make an ax-swing into an elegant dance.

He taught her the barbed axes of the Orcs bold,
The six-foot-long axes favored in Northerhold,
The hollow-bladed axes of the Elves of the West,
Which whistle when they swing through flesh.
With a single-headed axe, she could behead two men.
With a double-headed axe, she could fell more than ten.
Yet where she lives in legend has most to do
With the man who hacked her own heart in two.

II.
Nienolas Ulwarth the Mighty, who hailed from Conch’s bows,
The only man who could best Ellabeth with ax blows,
In a minute, she chopped fifty trees; he, fifty-three.
She felt at once that he was the only man for she.
When she professed her love, Nienolas just laughed.
He said he loved more his ax handle and shaft.
And if they weren't enough to slake all his desire
There was another woman named Lorinthyrae.
Fury gripped the Queen of the Axe, the maid Tyrabeth,
And her thoughts turned to pondering musings of death.
Moander and Shar gave her a revengeful scheme
And for weeks, she worked on it in a state like a dream.
In the still of the night, she kidnapped her rival
And then told her choices between doom and survival.

III.
Lorinthyrae awoke in a house in the moors
In a room lightly furnished except for three doors.
Ellabeth explained that behind one of the doors the lass
Would find Ellabeth's and her love, the great Nienolas.
Behind the second lived a ravenous demon.
And behind the third, an exit to freedom.
She must choose a door, and to aid her decision
If she pondered too long, the axe'd make a division.
Lorinthyrae wept, and Tyrabeth felt contrite,
And opened the door to her immediate right.
It led to the moors, and as she slipped through the gloom,
She advised Lorinthyrae to likewise abandon the room.
Lorinthyrae ignored her and did not feel her will bend.
Nienolas was largely behind the first door she opened.

IV.
Tyrabeth had lied; there was no demon of lore.
The top third of Nienolas was behind the third door.

——————


Maid’s Allure (a Ballad for Four)

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Maid’s Allure (a Ballad for Four)
Author:  Karizee Aislit


Women's Verse I:

Every winter season,
Except for the reason
Of one war or another
*whispers audibly* Really quite a bother,
The Queen of Nauseef and her consort
Request their vassals come and cavort.
On each and every ball,
The first man at the Hall
Is Lord Ogin Jornibret of Glair,
The Curse of all the Maidens Fair.

Women's Refrain:

Oh, dear ladies, beware.
Dearest, dearest ladies, take care.
Though he's a very handsome man,
If you dare to take his handsome hand,
The nasty little spell will be cast
And your first dance with him will be the last.

Men's Verse I:

At this social event
Everyone who went
Knew the bows and stances
And steps to all the dances.
The Queen of Nauseef and her consort
Would order a trumpet's wild report,
And there could be no indecision
As the revelers took position.
The first dance only ladies, separate
Away from such men as Lord Jornibret.

Men's Refrain:

Oh, dear fellows, explain.
Brothers, can you help make it plain:
The man's been doing this for years,
Leaving maidens fair in tears
Before the final tune's been blast.
And her first dance with him will be the last.

Women's Verse II:

Lord Ogin Jornibret of Glair
Watched the ladies dance on air
The loveliest in the realm.
A fellow in a ursine-hide helm
Said, "The Queen of Nauseef and her consort
Have put together quite a sport.
Which lady fair do you prefer?"
Lord Jornibret pointed, "Her.
See that bosom bob and weave.
Well-suited for me to love and leave."

Women's Refrain:

Oh, dear ladies, beware.
Dearest, dearest ladies, take care.
Though he's a very handsome man,
If you dare to take his handsome hand,
The nasty little spell will be cast
And your first dance with him will be the last.

Men's Verse II:

The man in the mask of a bear
Had left the Lord of Glair
Before the ladies' dance was ending.
Then a trumpet sounded, portending
That the Queen of Nauseef and her consort
Called for the men to come to court.
Disdainful, passing over all the rest,
Ogin approached she of bobbing breast.
She was rejected, saved a life of woe,
For a new maiden as fair as snow.

Men's Refrain:

Oh, dear fellows, explain.
Brothers, can you help make it plain:
The man's been doing this for years,
Leaving maidens fair in tears
Before the final tune's been blast.
And her first dance with him will be the last.

Women's Verse III:

At the first note of the band,
The beauty took Ogin's hand.
She complimented his stately carriage
Dancing to the tune about the marriage
Of the Queen of Nauseef and her consort.
It is very difficult indeed to comport
With grace, neither falling nor flailing,
Wearing ornate hide and leather mailing,
Dancing light as the sweetest of dreams
Without a single squeak of the seams.

Women's Refrain:

Oh, dear ladies, beware.
Dearest, dearest ladies, take care.
Though he's a very handsome man,
If you dare to take his handsome hand,
The nasty little spell will be cast
And your first dance with him will be the last.

Men's Verse III:

The rhythms rose and fell
No one dancing could excel
With masculine grace and syncopation,
Lord Jornibret even drew admiration
From the Queen of Nauseef and her consort.
Like a beauteous vessel pulling into port,
He silently slid, belying the leather's weight.
She whispered girlishly, "The hour is late,
But I've never seen such grace in hide armor."
It 'twas a pity he knew he had to harm her.

Men's Refrain:

Oh, dear fellows, explain.
Brothers, can you help make it plain:
The man's been doing this for years,
Leaving maidens fair in tears
Before the final tune's been blast.
And her first dance with him will be the last.


Women's Verse IV:

The tune beat was furious
He began to be curious
Where had the maiden been sequest'ed.
"Before this dance was requested
By the consort and his Queen of Nauseef
I didn't see you dance with the women."
"My dress was torn as I came to the dance,"
She said smiling in a voice deep as a man's,
"My maids worked quickly to repair,
While I wore a suit of hide, a helm of a bear."

Women's Refrain:

Oh, dear ladies, beware.
Dearest, dearest ladies, take care.
Though he's a very handsome man,
If you dare to take his handsome hand,
The nasty little spell will be cast
And your first dance with him will be the last.

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

« on: September 20, 2019, 03:50:20 am »

Following One's Dreams

#23
Recent days, I took a break from the world, a long needed one for sure. City is more-less stable, and there are plenty of others who are free to help as well, out if their own will, just like Uldur, Ash and I helped over the past week or two.

I really haven't feel like diving back into the vortex of chaos Hadrian became. So I thought of something that I wanted to do for a long, long time, left the people behind and ventured off. Close and far away, I walked, without notifying anyone. It's not like my 'guardians' would let me go alone.
Spoiler

I walked to all the places Michael and I wanted to go to. To travel, see more of the world, visit old places and new.
Chasm, Nualla'n, Battlefields.
Abbey, Gillian River, Farms.
And many more.
New places and old, one by another. And then stay at Sullivans', as if trapped, and swimming in the things that have been, grieving in the serenity brought by the sunrays beaming through the leaves.
And I would never change it to be the other way. I will never forget, I can't ever forget. His smile, his voice, his heart. The arms that could hold me as easily as if I was a bunch of flowers, the careful touch, the contained passion, the dedication. Let out bit by bit, washing over me more and more, always considerate and yet so powerful and wild, nearing absolute overwhelm.
I look forward to sitting there again.
Now I must continue, or rather, want to.
To do another thing I wanted to do for about a long while - wyvern research.

#24
First time after a while, I'm camping in the wilds again. Being alone... Not easy, not nice, yet the only way things can be right now. I miss him.

Spoiler

It took me almost the entire next day to get to the Patrician Peaks, and rest of the evening to find a suitable spot for my several days of planned research. Avoiding some bears and stray bulettes, the ideal spot was found and a tiny camp set up. I've never actually thought that Endurance and Strength enchantments are going to be this useful to me personally, yet here I am, climbing and dragging equipment into the mountains. Not a day passes when I'm not grateful for my accidental skills, the gift and the tool.
I'm also getting better at certain controlling stuff and aspects of it, yet it will take a while to master my spell sculpting. Partly for making better enchantments with Cashand, partly for my own sense of accomplishment.
I wonder whether Michael would be proud of me. Heh, he would, certainly. Sweet iron shield.

I must say I'm truly glad, glad I've gone on this trip to travel to all the places we wanted to visit, even though it's not together. Yet I feel his company, even though I realise it's only in my memories. His soul is forever gone, after all.
And all that only due to anger and recklessness.
Morgaine was right. The time I won't be at his side might be the time he slips up again.
There was no helping it.
And won't ever be.
Again.

Now as I'm reflecting on the months past, I see several shapes in the dark. I should go to sleep shielded with an Invisibility spell.


*a dried mountain daisy marks the spot to resume writing*


Dear journal... this morning was among the most magical ones as of late. The early dawn exploded over the pale blue morning sky, spilling the streaks of color everywhere, staining the blue in a warm pink gradient. Seeing that, being there, breathing in the sharp, chilly mountain air, lightly smelling of ferns and dew.
They were there.
Gliding across the wide sky, unending in their dance of a morning habit, about six wyverns pounded the air with their wings, graceful yet bestial. Younger and older, some trying to snatch a rabbit, other, an adult, dragging a mountain lion. Feral grace, beautiful bloodshed.

I quickly pulled out the blank book I've gotten for this exact purpose, and started writing and sketching. My fingers stiff, yet I continued as my breath carried out one cloud after another, falling onto my chest and turning into a cascade of jewel-like drops.

#25
The notes and data are coming together, a symphony of sketches, paragraphs and smears. I should rewrite this at home, whether at my house or at Cashand's place. We still need to think and plan the changes for his mansion, and I believe having something to focus on might help my loved Arcanist as well.
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I know he's shielding me from any problems, grief and peril... But I fell the need to be at his side as well, whenever he might need it. Actually, this whole trip is happening only because his colds are getting manageable for him on his own.

I can't wait to- - -


Oh gods. What was the herb mixture Vivili kept making for me? Common Agrimony, petals of Calendula, Goldenrod... Damn, I wish I kept some alcohol on me for treatment of wounds. I gave all the aged brandy I found to Ash. I should carry some spirits in a small hip flask.


Two whole healing wands gone in order to patch myself up.
In short - a territorial wyvern female. I still need to clean my spear. With dire bears around, it's not wise to be clouded in a scent of blood.


I better move and return back. Thankfully, over the past days I managed to gather enough observations and information about these wonderfully wild creatures.
And my research can surely help Joriin and I raise the young wyvern we are planning on having.

I took the shortest route home, and plunged into a hot bath. And gave in to another round of memories, this time of a much warmer kind.
Then I heard a knock on the door, and seen a familiar, tired smile.

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

« on: September 20, 2019, 01:55:25 am »

Lily of the Valley

#21
After giving a few days purely to myself, my mood got far better. Which resulted in having fun with Uldur, Ara and Johannes, all while being invisible and having Uldur to play along with the act. A little lighter moment of a day, among these heavy clouds.
Spoiler

Arariel’s bow skills are getting better, shooting with grace and deadly precision. I helped them with a task, raining fire upon a huge lake serpent while they all stayed out of the deadly reach of my spells. It’s happening very few times, that people keep an eye on the spells on the battlefield. Nonetheless, it’s only more appreciated thanks to it.

Arariel also mentioned that Cashand and I would be helping her with creating a special bow out of her own wing tendons and other unique components, which I complied with. I’m sure we’ll be able to choose something else than her wingstrings, something even stronger and more durable. I need to discuss more with Cashand later, and the three of us should get together some time to create a viable plan for the enchanting and creating process.


Such meeting has indeed happened, as Cashand and Ara, each holding one of my hands, headed to my house to have a lunch at – of course, with me cooking. We had a lovingly relaxing time together, with good food, good laugh and bit of a fire sculpting magic and a gentleness among each other. And tomorrow’s... gonna be difficult.

#22
Running about Hadrian in a rushed finale of preparations, after announcing its happening and location again I met the person I’d expect the least to meet on this day – Darius!
The man happened to grow close to my heart, perhaps because I see someone in him, but more refined. He has potential, yet struggles to control himself – even more so ever since he turned his armor red. I continue to see the good in him, despite his bitterness and anger... that way, I get to catch him in his bright moments.
Spoiler

He seems to feel close to me as well, finding peace, comfort and a confidant.
I’m glad.

He offered his help with bringing meats and leathers for teaching people how to sure and treat each, which surely is appreciated and I hope he could perhaps stay and teach people a thing or two about hunting – given he’s going to feel up to it.


I told Cashand abotu it when I met him, his bruised self towering relaxedly with just another magic book next to the wine cart at the docks. Giving him a light cheek kiss to not cause pain, I softly told him of new things happening, and offered him to come with me for final preparations. He happily agreed to do so, as if it could be any other way... Him and I are certainly close in a special way.
There’s no one else I’d be gladly dissected by after I pass. I trust him fully.
Anyways, while I’m still alive I should get to what happened next.

Cashand and I, walking hand in hand, slowly approached the workshop grounds, passing several signs showing the direction towards the event itself. We both were smiling in expectation, and as the lit up, beautiful area emerged fully ahead of us, he squeezes my hand in contained pride, keeping his continuous calm. But I knew better, knowing the sides of him rarely anyone knows.
Despite his state, he insisted on helping me finish the preparations, to get it done quickly before the event starts. I sent him for shovels, shears and the like, all while planting countless plants to show off the bounty that can be gotten with a pinch of care and dedication, and stocking up the seeds barrel with all what I gathered earlier. I was faintly smiling the whole time, at times thinking of how Michael would feel, seeing me like this... organising a big thing for so mnay people, mainly on my own, for the sake of city, myself and people alike.
Even though some visual memories already faded, I can still recall his caring and proud smile, similar to the one Cashand’s lips bear every time I succeed at something. I’ve been blessed to have so many nice people in my life, so many to call my loves and friends. The difference at times being hard to tell, with me deeply loving everyone I truly care about wholeheartedly. Loving Michael, Darius, Cashand, Vivili... All love the same, yet different in each case. Depends on what they needed the most, and often times, all a troubled soul needs are open arms and an open heart.
Truly, the day I departed for Sullivans‘ changed my life for the best it could become.


With preparations being done, people have started to gather just as the instructors got to their stations, the leatherworker and I soon getting the pleasure of seeing my red-clad warrior carrying a mound of leathers and meats towards the festival gate arch. Being impatient to hug him, I helped however I could in quickly putting away the materials he brought, just for the friendship we share. I couldn’t help but smile, knowing he’s another person with a gentle and rightful heart I know that side of, even though just about anyone else seems pretty occupied with calling him names and assuming the worst. Perhaps I got fortunate, knowing the gentle and valor of him, of the man weighed down by Nuzu’s mark reacting with his own body.
And me being able to bring him calm is the best reward I could get for sticking by through all the things with him.

Johannes, Ash, Cashand, Morgaine, Bel, all of them were there, along with many attendees – some of them i recognised from the Harvest Moon ubications, and quite a fair number of them were regular citizens, bubbling with interest in the crafts of self-sufficiency.
I took upon myself the farming tutor role, organising the last bits after I caught up with instructors and pointed some of the newcomers to the craft station they were interested in.

Among many I had the pleasure to work with that day, one woman stood out. Her name being Lily, a woman who lost her home in Hadrian due to the devilish assault. Gently and caringly, I asked about some details on how to improve the situation, willing to do all what is in my power as a woman, spellmaiden and a sorceress to set things right once again.
Like I told Michael and others countless times, when they asked ‚why‘... Who else, if not I?

Lily and I remained working together for the rest of the day, learning plenty about each other and the farming alike. The spark in her eyes, the excitement of successfully planting something only to see it sprout up... Willingly or not, a huge smile appeared on my face, as I’ve seen this exact expression on a person I dearly love so many times before.
Actually, I even mentioned him on the event board, as a honorable mention for helping the city with food reserves, now being used to feed those in need, as well as for keeping me inspired and giving me the strength to make one more step after each step I take.

The workshop continued for two additional days, even with people from closer parts of the region coming to see the events and crafts, and participate in learning and discussion.
I’m the most glad.


...


During a break before starting the next day of lecturing, Darius and I spent several hours together. Talking at my home then taking a walk to Hadrian, he revealed to me the nature of his troubles and the plans he’s setting up. Later on we went to explore the basement section, of which I got the key of earlier by the leader crafter to give to whomever I see fit from the people attending the workshop. It seems even heads of some guilds are glad for such initiative, making me even happier about my decision to commit to such.
Either way, Darius and I ended up fallign through the sewer trapdoor that locked behind us. Not knowning how deep in the sewer labyrinth we are, we both shrouded ourselves in spells, I went as far as transforming into the swordbearing armor form.
Only to find out the way our was just behind the corner. We both laughed, and for the first time I can recall Darius has hugged me first, strongly, with eased and loud laughter ringing out of his helmet. One of the sweetest and most cherished moments of that day.

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General Discussion / Re: Increase magic item levels -- Please read and respond.

« on: September 19, 2019, 01:18:06 am »

+4/5 as max-max seems good.

What I'd maybe play with more is the variety and amount of enchantments you can put into an item - as a person who RP-s enchanting complete with spells, rune seals and dice rolls, perhaps a wider variety of ingredients harvestable from monsters and environment and such would be lovely. (which can always be purely RP-d, so that's not a necessity)


And adding more faction/place-specific buyable items to the public stores could suit as well, like

(Temple)
Sacred Incense
Small miscellaneous
Owl's Wisdom 5 charges

(Valstiir bardic shop)
Classy Perfume
Small miscellaneous
Eagle's Splendor 4 charges

(Warehouse-arena vendor)
Bloodbite
Small misc
Bull's Strength 3 charges


Just as Lloyds up in Valstiir could have better items than the arcanist store down at Hadrian, since he's a specialised enchanter

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

« on: September 17, 2019, 02:07:05 pm »

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Tulips, Flames and the Blade

#18
The sun was scorching hot, and the farms were bright, everything lit up with the direct, noon sunlight. I wiped my forehead as I straightened my back up from the planting, only to see him approach. My love, in his traditional farming clothing. His vest neatly tied, his wide and loving smile shone just as brightly as the sun, for me. He brought me a flask of water, let me have a drink, and then we kissed. The taste of his made my heart flutter, as many times before, as it will many times again. His large, rough hand, usually wielding the Silver Star towershield, gently stroke my cheek as our lips got separated, my cheeks blushed from work and affection.
„Come, Silver, let’s rest for a while,“ he bid me, and I followed. My hand in his he guided me under the young tree amidst the sunbasked fields. We sat down into the small shade provided by its rich leafy crown, adorned with few sparrow nests. I leant against him, and closed my eyes with a deep, content, relaxed exhale. My love, my everlasting shield.
I could feel his arms envelop me, the arms that could strike, protect and love. All of love, and all of affection, could be felt in each of his gaze towards me. I returned the gaze with the same feelings, knowing this is the man I am happily married to.

I fell into a peaceful warm nap, as I heard his heartbeat, and
the wind that shakes the barley.

Spoiler

...

I tap my hand against the flat surface.
Bed.
Soft bed.
I opened my eyes, gazing at the stone ceiling. My smile fades as I realise.

Though, I held something in my hand, I looked over... Cashand. His bone hand in mine, and his eyes glued to me, warm smile on his lips: „You were smiling, I didn’t want to disturb you.“
A smile has returned to my face, slightly sad this time, as I snuggled to him for the rest of the morning. This time he was warming me, comforting my heart, as few tears rolled down my cheeks.

#19
Fully focused on preparations for the farming festival, I've been scurrying about in the areas around Hadrian, seeking seeds. Smiling wide, I found a patch of blue tulips, harvesting few of them for my dear love's memorial.
What caught me unprepared was the group of bandits, marching in a small group towards the northern mines and farms. Being torn out of my calm afternoon, I felt the surge of warm air raise my hair, unleashing lashes of fire on the group.
Being stronger than they seemed, even despite my strain I didn't manage to take out their leader, who then ran back towards the Hilltop path.
Spoiler

I shrouded myself, bending shadows and light, becoming invisible.
And followed.
What happened afterwards... it might have been a mistake or a virtue, but I spared his life and the lives of his comrades, rushing back to Hadrian with the news and pleads for help.
Besides the guards who've fortunately come to guard the north, from heaps of people and adventurers, only the sweet Shi Lei came. The same man who've helped me collect meat for the upcoming feast on the Farming Workshop.

Doing our best, both of us tried and did our best, but Shi went head-on into the huge bandit camp ahead. In an effort to help him, I stood by his side, holding against something I will never be able to defeat.
And as could be expected, even though I expected death...

We were captured.


...


I woke up, bound to a metal pole on the wall, with a heavy collar on my neck. I heard a shuffle right of me, looking up and sideways I saw Shi Lei, bound to the pole as well, though not bearing any signs of a collar. Must have something to do with my magic. Both of us were stripped off our weapons, but for some reason, they haven't taken my helmet. That left me a slight advantage in that which followed - questioning with an overconfident mage
We were questioned, and due to a slip of a tongue which I hoped to give me the advantage of staying alive in case things turned out for the worst, I've been educated that sorcerers have 'precious blood', valued highly as an ingredient.
Just before the mage left to get his superior, a lower baatezu has been summoned to guard us alongside a mountain giant, carrying my spear!

Of course, the mage didn't leave without scarring my throat with the shock reaction of the collar to give an example. Surely to make me 'behave' better for what is to come.
Shi and I attacked after I used deception, as Ash suggested me doing long ago, to hand Shi my spell wands for the battle, and as soon as things started to look vad, I ran for the door just as he requested, turning invisible thanks to the wand I had. Glad I kept so many if them, for they have saved my life that day.
But not the lives of bandits.
Then again, their choice.



"Everyone will underestimate you. Even I did. Use it."
                                        - Ashram Aardyn



I climbed over a wall, slid into wild dog kennels, and defeated an elite guard in a close combat. Taking a look at my wounds, shaking limbs and ragged breath, I knew I don't have much time left to escape. Only visible route forward seemed to be a narrow, thorny path leading besides and through the stream. I was unable to see anything under the thick canopy of trees, getting cuts from stones in the water as I crawled, dragging the spear behind me. Dizzy, I lost the ground -

Tumbling down the rocky waterfall at the end of the stream, I gasped for the breath above the water. Who stood nearby was Fjord, watching me struggle, as I tried to stand up, bloodied and battered, with only the spear in my shaky arms to help.
Good thing us, he did not behead me right at the spot, and even, though after triggering one strong spark of the antimagic collar, managed to unlock it.
Using my spear as a crutch, I waddled and limped behind him, desperately trying to not lose a pace. Pushing through, step by step.
Almost in company, but alone, leaving a dripping trail for the carnivores to follow.
I blacked out.

#20
Sure, of course!
Days have passed, I recovered to the point I can make a difference, yet I'm still unable to find people to stand by my side in order to rescue Shi Lei! Such a good man, deserves something far better than being held by bandits! But of course, again, excuses and booze have more value than life and the only race people participate in is the race of worthlessness with as much pleb style as possible.
I'll stay silent.
Everything comes around.

Spoiler

Now let's focus on the upcoming event... people need some relief. And to be honest, I need one too.

What needed dealing with today, besides discussing further things with mr. Browne and seeking instructors, was - Morgaine.
There's been an uproar on the street, at the estate housing the refugees. I stepped in to learn more about the situation, with Morgaine by my side. Though, as soon as the citizens stopped fighting and were willing to listen and calmly discuss the core problem, she summoned a damned Cinderscale into the crowd, triggering chaos and panic.
What brought her to this I don't know, but it is surely a way to lose respect and trust as a figure of peace and order in the town. Cashand and I then had to lie in order to comfort her, she's still the mayor and people need her in a good shape.
Afterwards, the three of us went to the festival grounds where I proposed changes to house refugees there. Of course, Morgaine's only contribution was a thought to ask Devlan about the chapel key, while Cashand helped me polish some of the ideas. We had to think of the changes for the sake of refugees, and only thing she's talking about was how Cashand won an archery competition and how she got drunk on a festival day.

Strangely enough, the two of them agreed with Johaness' idea, which is me running for mayor. Both of them seemed happy about the idea, but not so much after I declined the idea and position.
I wouldn't be able to bear politics. I'm a good advisor, true, but I highly doubt my skills as a mayor. Though, there's no one else capable with good ideas than Darius... but he needs to sort himself out first. I won't run, and will stay hoping he will make it in time.
Otherwise, I don't know who may bring order to Hadrian. Perhaps a suitable candidate might appear at the last moment...


...


I came home, and discovered, that Ash was right once again.

I’ve learned to love my reflection in the mirror, always accompanied for a split second by a visage of Michael. My loving, ever-steadfast iron wall. It is true that now I feel happier, calmer, more free and more appreciated, less divided from others including my friends... But there is just something about that love that keeps me loving him further. And that will never go away, just like Ashes love for his dear, loved Lyra. He told me more than several bits about her, I’m happy he shares such. I can imagine how fair and lovely she was, and I see how she could love him.

This bond Ash and I share... It is so fascinating for a reason I am unable to put into words.
Both of us have lost the same thing, and found the same thing.

I’ve visited Michael’s grave today, as I do every day. I wasn’t able to do so for almost a week, oh how I missed the little spot. Just like in times he was alive, the place is my anchor in life, the place I come to find peace at. And a company, though my dearest is long gone.
How hard to believe so... There’s so much we haven’t done together.
All the things that could have been.

I brought him a white tulip to make up for my absence and talked to his gravestone, cleansing myself of the frustration and hopelesness of the past days.
Finding peace, as if distantly in his arms.