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Author Topic: The Private Journal of Will Rogers.  (Read 1034 times)

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The Private Journal of Will Rogers.
« on: November 18, 2018, 01:23:57 pm »
*The leather bound Journal looks new and the first entry starts with some background.*
                                                                                               -First entry dated at 16 November IRL pre-arena time-

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I have never kept a Journal and don't really know how to do this. Should I ever fall this journal is to go to Belorfin, my most trusted friend.

I Arrived in Hadrian a little over a year ago now. I have met some incredible people who have helped lift me up in my lifelong quest. Belorfin, Lyra Dark, Arkelos, and Saeb chief among them. With things getting pretty heavy before my fight in the arena I feel I need to write some things down, just in case.

Belorfin. Belorfin is a mage of incredible power. I have seen him use spells I have never even heard of causing whole-sale slaughter in the creatures we fight. Bel and I go back to when I first arrived in Hadrian. We immediately became buddies, but we have become so much more now. I would die for Bel without hesitation, and I know he would do the same for me. I hazard to say I would not be who I am or as skilled as I am without him. He is extremely intelligent, I don't think he has ever been wrong about anything when it comes to arcane knowledge as long as I have known him. Bel is like a brother to me, and is the closest thing to family I could ever ask for ever since the decimation of my Tribe.

Lyra Dark. Lyra has stood by me as long as Bel has. She is just as powerful an Arcanist as Bel is, which is scary. She specializes in working with undead things, which is weird, but she has good intentions for their use. She has stated that she doesnt bind them with the souls and spirits but animates them with negative energy. I don't know what any of that means, but cool? Any case, her deeds speak more than her words. She is rash and quick to decide, and holds grudges like no one else, but she has a kind heart. I also consider her family,

Arkelos. Arkelos is a skilled spellsword, and a good friend. He has proven himself to be the right person to lead our guild, the Adventurer's society. He has my sword in shield whenever asked. A good man and a stout leader. Should I ever fall, it is my will that all of my belongings and gold go to him so that he can divide as necessary among those within the guild.

Saeb. Saeb is a monk of the Sun God. She is as beautiful as she is wise and has played a large roll in who I am now. She taught me how to focus myself and helped me to better know who I am and why it is that I actually fight. She taught me how to focus my Ki which has given me the ability to utterly clear my mind in battle. She really is a sweetheart as well. On many occasions in battle I have become paralyzed or concussed, and is nice enough to dab the drool from my face when I have no control over my body. I feel I could love her, though what a weird concept for me. A Targunite falling for a monk of the Sun God. I feel the timing to be wrong, and probably inappropriate for one of my standing. I would have nothing to offer her. I am probably too violent for her tastes anyway.... (continued on the next page)


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Re: The Private Journal of Will Rogers.
« Reply #1 on: November 18, 2018, 01:45:52 pm »
(the next page continues)

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I have never been this afraid to fight before, and I think it has been showing. People have come up to me in the streets and have shown support for my fight, wishing me luck, providing me with things to help. I don't think I have ever had so many potions before. I was unaware so many people liked or even supported me. Even Drake, whom I have barely even interacted with, gave me a stack of potions.

There is one thing bothering me right now. The lordling Ttomast's sponsorship of me into the Arena. I had no idea the ritual he planned for me would be like that. Bel explained to me later exactly what happened in layman's terms to help me understand. I almost regret agreeing to his sponsorship. But will hold my end of the deal and help him explore the Wonbrie Woods, lest I suffer yet another Nobleman's grudge.

Essentially the ritual caused a massive amount of Wild Magic to be transmuted into my body, enhancing my physical strength and toughness. There is a huge downside, however. I lost my arm. In it's place is just a skeletal arm that I cannot feel. It is venous and those veins pulse with magical energy. Bel was very clear when he said it was not of a necromantic cause. That makes me feel better. I find I am quickly getting used to the arm. I will reveal it the the guild, should I survive this fight.

It is almost time now, and I must go meditate and pray to Targus and the spirits to bless my fight. I hope I live...

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Re: The Private Journal of Will Rogers.
« Reply #2 on: November 18, 2018, 01:56:40 pm »
*The next entry is dated for the morning after the Arena fights (17 Nov IRL)*

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I won my fight handily. The Impalor saw he was outmatched and tried to run from me. It was a mistake and I slew him in the Arena. A clean and quick death. As soon as my victory was announced everyone rushed in and congratulated me with hugs, and high fives. Even Tor was impressed. Upon hearing that I was to be trained as a Weapon Master, Escanor became enraged and attacked me. I did nothing against his onslaught, there was nothing I could have done anyway. He will train me though. He wants me to relinquish the use of my hand and a half sword. I denied that. The bastard sword is my preferred weapon. It represents the loss of my tribe, which is why I do not use a two blades sword, like many other Targunites.

Upon leaving the Arena for an AS council meeting, I revealed my arm to the guild. The fact that no one thought negatively on it warmed me and just strengthened my feelings toward each of them.

It is my understanding that today I will assist Lyra with a guard force during her ritual tonight for the big battle against Roz'dha. I do so gladly. I must begin preparations.

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Re: The Private Journal of Will Rogers.
« Reply #3 on: November 18, 2018, 02:05:26 pm »
*This entry is dated for the day after the battle between the Enclaves*

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We won the battle. I am still sore from the nonstop fighting. It was truly a fight worthy of Targus. I managed to keep Lyra and her ilk safe with those under my command. The ritual managed to disrupt the portals I think and allowed everyone a brief respite from the onslaught. After that though, the fight went on for hours. I have no idea how long I fought back to back with Fjord, Drake, Arkelos, and Ash on the front line of the defense. Allania survived as well, and for this I am extremely happy. She is worthy, though her face seems sad. I will talk to her when I have the chance.

Wearing armor over my arm is becoming unbearable. It constantly bangs around in there, regardless of how much padding I have added. I need to either find a fix for this or reveal it to the world. I would like to get rid of that Noblings stupid signature on my arm too. Perhaps I will have Bel create new tattoos on it, covering up that stupid mark, and still have something that represents my mother. I wonder what she would say if she were here right now.

For now, I wait to be called into the Enclave to begin my training with Weapon Master Escanor...