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Post by Dia on Sept 8, 2006 16:20:42 GMT -5
Preface
Perfection, dear reader. This is what I strove for in life. My journey for such is the tale you are yet to read. Indeed, the fact you are reading this means but one thing. I have long since abandoned my mortal shell and passed into the afterlife. If you've need of further proof, allow me to explain. I wrote this book as a record of my life begining at the age of twenty four, and to end whenever my life might come to it's end, obviously. I had a number of protective enchantments placed upon the tome, as it's contents are, or at the least I suspect were, precious to me. One such enchantment forbids myself or anyone else from ever being able to read it, until such a time comes that I have passed on into the afterlife I spoke of.
Why then have I bothered to write this you may wonder.
It's quite simple, really. Regardless of what may have become of me, I intended to ensure that short of an untimely demise, my life would hold some meaning that would be worth knowing. So I have elected to allow you, and anyone else who wishes to take part in this opportunity for knowledge, to read this record of my dealings and ideas which led me to whatever end I met.
I ask that you continue with an open mind, and absorb what knowledge I shed here, for whether you agree or dissagree with my actions, I promise you, you will benefit in some form from this reading should you choose to.
Sincerely, Derek Blake
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Post by Dia on Sept 14, 2006 14:27:56 GMT -5
Introduction
As you should already know by now, my name is Derek Blake. Allow me for a moment to go over my daily routine for you. I awake each morning just as the birds outside my inn room begin their chirping, this tends to be just before six in the morning. I begin first by going into a box of mixxed herbs I acquired a few years back and arranging a drink from the herbs. I don't know exactly what herbs are in the drink, but it's better than cofee at waking me up and energizes me for the rest of the day. I'd advise seeking out an herbalist for ingredients to create a similar drink. Every other day, once awakened by the drink, I exercise in my room for one hour. This is not to build muscle mass or anything of that sort, but simply to keep a healthy, well toned body, which I find a necessity for one who travels. On the days I don't do this, I simply read for this hour. At the end of the hour I dress in casual clothes and move on to take a bath, after which I get dressed in my finer clothing. By this point, it is about eight in the morning and I am generally ready to continue with whatever I have planned for my day.
What I in fact have planned for the day can be quite a range of things. Generally, however, I will tend to my job early in the day, whatever job I may be employed by at the time that is. After which I relax and read some, or find the more populated portions of town and join in a conversation, as I do enjoy speaking greatly. I find far more knowledge can be gained in a single conversation than you can acquire from an entire book. Not to belittle reading of course, as the type of knowledge can vary in conversing, whereas you can get exactly what you're looking for from a book. Should anything arrise during the day, any sort of trouble, I will often offer to lend a hand. Though I am often perfectly willing to accept no payment, I will seldom turn down the offer for such. The sort of payment I seek is rarely in gold however, I prefer more real things. Knowledge, magical trinkets, artifacts, and above all else, the most powerful thing we mortals can offer and accept from one another, the promise of a favor.
At the time of this writing, my place of residence is Kiran, and as suggested from my description of my daily routine, I reside in the inn for now. Living in Kiran is nothing new to me, however, as I was in fact born there. I spent the first few years of my youth in Kiran, until my father felt it prudent to begin traveling a few years later. You see, Kiran is only a short walk from the last remaining portal left over from the God Emporer Ensis' crusade, linking Fenmyr and Faerun together via another portal in the Moonsea region of Faerun. That said, I spent much of the later years of my youth traveling between both continents. In Faerun, I traveled as far west as the Sword Coast in Amn, as far North as Silverymoon, and as far East as Thay, which I might add was not an enjoyable trip, it's no nicer being there than it is the Deadlands from what I understand of it. In Fenmyr, I traveled around most of the major cities of Pherin. This traveling with my family ended at sixteen when finally moved out on my own to live in Kiran once more.
I continued to travel on my own at this point. I chose to spend the following years acquiring lore from both continents, and felt the best profession to take up while doing so would be as a merchant. I traded goods between both Faerun and Fenmyr. The goods I traded were mostly literature and art works, though there was a short time when I traded Fenmyrian arms to soldiers in the Dalelands for some bargain prices. By all rights, I could be very wealthy by this point, but the books and trinkets I purchased to study were quite costly, though well worth the price. My time trading between the two continents has come to an end however, as I will explain shortly.
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Post by Dia on Sept 14, 2006 14:56:01 GMT -5
Kiran - Spring thru Summer of 1490 D.R.
Kiran has always been a relatively quiet little town. Any trouble that arrises can often be settled by the Kiran Watch, a poorly trained guard force, but this is to be expected in this sort of village. However, problems began to arrise as of the fourth month of the year, Tarsakh. I myself was away at this point, but I have collected the following information to the best of my ability.
Seven Kiran citizens, an unknown though supposedly small number of Rangers from the Kiran Wood, and twelve travelers whom the only evidence of is their abandoned belongings went missing over the course of the following four months. As well, around this time the portal to Faerun ceased to operate, while those from Faerun continued to enter, ending up stuck. Thus the reason I stated in the previous entry that my time as a trader is over, at least for the time being, as I can no longer return to Faerun.
Stranger yet is the fact that shortly before my arrival back in Kiran from Faerun, the legion came to quarentine the area with the claim of bandits being the cause of the dissapearances. This soon turned out to be untrue, as the missing people were found, yet as zombies. The interesting thing is they were not normal zombies. It seems that a single bite from one of them and one would turn into a zombie themself. Some Zombies, though I've yet to see them, have also been reported being stronger, faster, and even seemingly more intelligent than zombies rightfully should be.
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Post by Dia on Sept 14, 2006 17:44:07 GMT -5
23rd Day of Elesias, 1490 D.R.
An interesting day. Wesker Tangul, who if you don't know is an old sage of sorts living in Kiran at this time, told me of a Chalice today. Apparently the Chalice belonged to the old Witch King in this area, Wilder. Wesker came to believe the Chalice was in this area, and so along with help from Sharia, a priestess of Helica with a broken essence, I investigated the old site of Wilder's tower. It turned out the priestess' help was essential in acquiring the Chalice, but regardless of this, in the end it was mine.
Upon taking it, a guardian appeared to us, and told us of the Chalice. Perhaps once I am gone the Chalice will pass on to another, whom the guardian will tell of it, so I shall spare the details here of it. But basically, the Chalice is a spellpool, allowing it's owner and any the owner allows to use it to draw on it's power in casting spells. Though I have come across one dilema. To create the master ring, I require the blood of a faithful. Sharia offered it to me, as only a drop is needed, but I declined her offer, as the trade is their blood for a gift from me, and she would accept nothing. I offered to cure her lost essence at a small price, but she declined. How strange.
Regardless. I shall study this for a few days before handing it over to Wesker, he only wishes to study it a short time and then it is mine again.
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Post by Dia on Sept 14, 2006 17:44:46 GMT -5
28th Day of Elesias, 1490 D.R.
A rogue group of Sorcerers has recently arrose in Kiran and begun to antagonize the Legion, calling themselves The Crimson. Their goal seems fair enough, though they were misplaced in their methods. They wish freedom of sorcery in Fenmyr. A difficult task to achieve at best, but certainly impossible by threatening the Legion.
I have offered my services to mediate between the Legion and The Crimson. Commander Kard Rift of the Pherin Legion has agreed to allow me this task, as well as informing me I am now on the Pherin government's payroll. Not quite what I expected, and to be sure a risky first step in my entry into government affairs to be one who is helping sorcerers, but if I play this right it could be quite beneficial to my plans.
The Crimson leader has met with me. She seemed a bit stubborn, but agreed in the end to write a form of apology to the Legion, as well as to Kiran for the threats, which were a mere miscommunication. I intend to use this writing to bargain with Commander Rift for any hunt of The Crimson to be called off entirely, allowing me to, once able, travel to New Pherin and argue The Crimson's case before the High Council. The case I shall present will be the idea of a school for sorcerers. A dangerous idea at best, it will be no easy task to encourage the Council's agreement on the matter. But that will be delt with as it comes.
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Post by Dia on Sept 14, 2006 18:11:01 GMT -5
2nd Day of Eleint, 1490 D.R.
Many happenings today, one in particular of interest, but I'll go in order, leaving the best for last. I was given a job from Wesker today, I am to be one of his librarians. Easy enough, as I've spent much time around books. It's not a bad deal to get payed for the sort of thing I tend to do in my free time anyway, which is look over books and ensure they're in good order. The extra gold will be most useful as well.
Commander Kard Rift. I've yet to recieve an answer from him on the letter from The Crimson leader I handed to him. Rude, don't you think? But I suppofr for a good reason that he's here in that case. It's believed the Commander managed to anger someone high up, for one of his rank has no reason to be sent to a small village such as Kiran for a bandit problem, it's more likely that a sergeant with the legion would have been sent instead under normal conditions. Laughable, really. Some later suggested he was sent because of the threats that soon presented themselves. I do not believe this is so. I believe that the Commander was punished and accidentally came across something, and he only remains now so that he can spite the legion and leave some sort of hero. Typical. I believe this Commander to be little more than a joke, to be honest. Regardless, the annoying little man is hardly the spotlight of today.
Rather, the main event of today was what happened as myself and a mage from Faerun named Loriana, who also works for Wesker, were on our way over to see if he needed anything done. We heard a sound from the newly constructed well, however, and upon investigating soon found it out to be a massive Zombie, one of the more powerful ones as mentioned in an earlier entry. It's upper body was massive, and it had the ability to spit it's blood in a spray-like form, which burnt like acid. After quite a long battle, involving the beast, myself, Loriana, a warrior named Roffo and one last man who I do not know, I was nearly slain. The creatue crushed my rib cage and chest. All turned to darkness. I felt my life slipping from me, and then I felt the rage I had held in all my life. I knew it could save me, and so I released it. I awoke to the creature seemingly defeated, laying lifeless on the ground nearby.
But it was too late to stop myself.
I lept at it, and stabbed it in the chest, Roffo helped me cleave it's chest open, at which point I stuck my hand in, resisting all attempts from Loriana and Roffo to pry me off the creature, and cast an incantation within it, causing it to explode, and myself to be blown back.
Needless to say, I survived. But not without some damage to my chest and ribs. They will take time to heal. But a valueable lesson has been learned this day, and I urge any who confront these new undead to put it to use. Their blood is not only flamable, but can cause them to explode if ignited within them. I am sure this will prove most valueable in time to come.
This woman though, Loriana, I find myself intrigued. From previous conversations I have had with her, it seems she is the grandaughter of Conita Luelin. This may mean nothing to you, but my grandfather, Daric Blake, was in fact in league at one point long ago with Conita. An odd coincidence that a hundred years later their grandchildren should meet on an entirely different continent. An odd coincidence indeed, one I shall have to look into.
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Post by Dia on Sept 16, 2006 9:48:56 GMT -5
5th Day of Eleint, 1490 D.R.
I awoke quite strangely early this morning, still night by all rights at that hour. The ground began shaking heavily in Kiran. Upon going outside to investigate exactly what happened, I saw a large cloud of smoke over the coast. I asked about, thinking it unwise to go to the site of what I assume was an explosion, and ended up hearing quite the tale. You see, a local man who'se son vanished months back, was slain in his sleep, apparently the doings of a ghost. This happened a few nights ago. Yet yesterday, his son, Tall, appeared in the well in Kiran, impossible as that may sound. But later that eve, another appeared from the well. A large demonic looking zombie which called out for Tall to be brought to him. Some have suggested that it was his father, Jacob, but his corpse was supposedly burnt. But that is merely speculation. Those who were around at the time did battle with the creature, eventually chasing it to the coast. I've heard no story of what occured from there, but that is when the massive explosion took place, which when I finally did take a look at the coast for myself, it was in fact devoid of all life. The explosion completely wiped it out.
The original zombie accounts made no mention of the acidic blood. Later accounts which I myself was present for, are clear proof that they eventually gained this blood, which in fact was flamable and could cause an explosion. Is it possible that now their blood has grown more potent, able even to cause an explosion such as that? Interesting to say the least, but also a flaw in my plan of being able to cause them to explode if I would risk such an explosion in the process.
It seems however that I am not to be allowed my sleep, and considering I'm still healing from a wound I could use it. Tonight I awoke not long after I retired to the feeling of my skin being torn off. Odd since my skin was completely in tact, but I did find myself, along with Roffo and a mercenary called Lancer in a cave, deep underground, with a demonic blooded creature over us. Upon speaking with it, it said it would only release us if we won a game of dice, or rather, five out of nine games. If we lost however, we would have to offer up our souls. This is why I dislike games of chance. I had intended however to blast the creature to oblivion if the oddds turned in his favor, and was very cautious of any attempts to cheat on his part. But in the end, we won five times and he won only once. I'm baffled by the fact he wouldn't try to cheat, to be honest. But he released us, but not without handing a deck of cards to Roffo as our prize. I felt such strong magic from these cards, yet Roffo and Lancer were both prepared to draw from them regardless. We went to the dead coast, and at the last moment my curiosity got the best of me, and I went to draw as well. Both of them seemingly had visions of the future. They were a bit incoherent when speaking of them, but it hardly sounded a pleasant future. I suppose I'll be taking even more caution. My card however placed me inside of a yellow robe. I failed to understand this at the time, but once arriving back in Kiran I took the robe off, and found a new pair of clothing was on me, and fit so perfectly I didn't even feel it. Though upon concentrating, it was most certainly strongly enchanted, though as to what enchantments I am not yet sure.
I shall have to look into what that deck was, and what the properties of this clothing are. I do find myself quite curious about how that creature even came across such a deck, and why he would give it away so willingly as a "bonus." There must be a catch involved.
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Post by Dia on Sept 16, 2006 21:24:54 GMT -5
6th Day of Eleint, 1490 D.R.
Tonight's events leave me with even more questions of the recent events about Kiran. For a town that was once so quiet to suddenly become so filled with seemingly many different kinds of trouble can only mean one thing. Conspiracy.
Madness? I think not. Madness is when a group of bandits take the Mayor and his family hostage, knowing full well the legion will surround the house and kill them regardless of the outcome. We broke into the house, much against my wishes. But when you're surrounded by these adventurers with their axes, such is to be expected. Upon trying to speak with those who wern't slaughtered, we were of course refused. But the bandit did say one thing that struck me. "They mayor isn't what you think he is!" He would not explain. He would not negotiate by any means. But he did say this. It was as if he knew they would fail and wished us to look into the matter. Or perhaps they were trying to instill fear in us. But it seems irrational to do so, they could have killed the mayor and at least accomplished something. Instead, every last one was slain, and the mayor and his family left alive. Though we all took quite a beating ourselves. Myself especially, I am sorry to say. The wound which was nearly healed from the giant zombie from the well had an excess of blood in it, and was burst. I am quite healed now and should have no further troubles however, thankfully.
This is a matter I do intend to look into however. Even if only be keeping my ears open. But for the time being, I will look forward to the fact the Mayor does owe a favor for the rescue.
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Post by Dia on Sept 19, 2006 18:10:32 GMT -5
8th Day of Eleint, 1490 D.R.
Nothing. I have finished the book I had been reading about undead, and not a single listed type comes anywhere near listing these creatures we encountered. But nor have there been further encounters since the death of the necromancer. It would be foolish to suggest the threat has ended completely, but could it really have been so simple a solution? These things are clearly a new type, it would be a far more formidable force behind them than some necromancer who couldn't battle a few locals.
I've yet to recieve any word from the Commander on the situation with The Crimson. I presume he'll not give up the hunt, regardless of what he does tell me eventually. But I still fully intend to hold true to my end of the bargain and speak before the Council on their behalf.
Rather uneventful day, otherwise. However, as of tomorrow morning I will begin training with the Kiran Watch in combat exercises. I intend to better myself in melee combat. I believe one must embrace all forms of combative arts to be truly knowledgeable in matters of conflict, and so I shall follow this belief in my own training.
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Post by Dia on Sept 21, 2006 21:29:18 GMT -5
11th Day of Eleint, 1490 D.R.
This eve turned out to be interesting. I encounted a strange man by the name of Jacob, though he prefers to be called 'Crow.' In all honesty, his behavior early in the conversation and during introduction made me believe him a madman. Quite odd the looks he made and things he said to one he had just met. Regardless, he may yet be sane, or as sane as travelers tend to be that is. Later in the conversation, or rather by this point, arguement, we discussed my dealings between the Crimson and Legion, and the idea of a school for sorcerers to attain lisences. Some interesting points were brought up, none of which I can agree with however. In the end though, I did realize that it is about time that I begin writing at least an early draft of my speech for the High Council. Careful thought and preparation for any questions or arguements they may have will be essential if I am to have any hope of success on such a radical idea being passed. I will begin writing when I am finished working at Wesker's tomorrow.
I will however be keeping a close eye on this Crow fellow. His presence bothers me, though I am unsure of why exactly. Yet another issue I'll have to look into and possibly deal with then.
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Post by Dia on Sept 25, 2006 23:07:07 GMT -5
16th Day of Eleint, 1490 D.R.
I have now come to realize the full potential of the Chalice which once belonged to the Witch King, Wilder. I joined a group of hunters today to find and defeat a troll a short distance from Kiran. The troll in itself was an interesting creature, but I will get to that. I have now realized that through my force of will I can recharge the Chalice's power, rather than have to repay power by form of spell. I can also do so without being noticed, and send the energies directly into the ring to charge the Chalice. Essentially, I have an unlimited supply of energy which can be changed into any spell up to the fourth circle. The power I was able to tap into today was incredible by these means, able to reduce the creature I am about to describe to tiny pieces in a few quick blasts while the hunters kept it occupied.
The Troll was unnaturally tall for any of its kin. While I have never seen any troll, I am sure they do not generally grow to such heights, I'd say it was about as tall as most mountain giants, and it certainly appeared to have all the strength that such size would entail. Interestingly enough, it posessed a unique trait as well. It was able to suck the insides of a creature out entirely, reducing them to a pile of flesh. Innards, bones, muscle mass, all were drained it seemed. Incredible really. In addition it of course posessed the trait that all of its kin do, regrowth. The loss of its leg at one point hardly seemed to even bother it, no doubt it didn't even care as it thought it would have time to regrow it. My blast ensured that it would not, however. Yet I did not destroy it as I had intended. The many pieces of the gigantic troll came to life, turning into very tiny trolls and running madly about the woods as I regained my energy. Many were destroyed, but I am sure quite a few still remain. Hopefully they do not grow to their "parent's" size.
Once the battle was over, I took from the massive skeleton of the beast its skull and torso, dragging them back to town in a bag. For a fee of six hundred gold coins, Wesker took these bones to be crafted by one of his New Pherin contacts into plating for suit of armor with the torso, and a morningstar head with the skull. I look forward to continueing my combat training with the Watchmen while using this new equipment. Wesker also handed me a book concerning undead, the Vampire King in particular. It should prove an interesting read.
On my way out of Wesker's home I met Loriana, and after her business with Wesker we went to the inn for dinner. The purpose of the dinner was to sate my curiosity of her, but rather I am more curious now than before. Her goals seem very closely aligned to my own, at least the ones she had told me, I've no doubt she, like myself, has goals which she does not speak of to just anyone. I found our meeting considering ancestral ties to be strange to say the least before, now I begin to wonder if perhaps our meeting was in fact fate. Or, rather, I wondered this all along, it just now seems a distinct possibility that it is true. But if so, to what end does such fate lead?
We later went upstairs to look over magic tomes which Loriana had received earlier. During which time a spell came over the room we were in. We found ourselves trapped in a spell prison, the culprit behind which was apparently an Akumi'da, who later revealed itself to be the brother of the Akumi'da I encountered just over a tenday ago. It took time for us to figure out an escape from the prison, yet all that had to be done was cover the seeming power source of the prison with a blanket, the power source having been a mirror which the Akumi'da used to taunt us with. As with its brother, this Akumi'da also offered a "bonus" for passing its test. I personally wished nothing, I've still yet to figure out the history behind those cards and what catch might be involved in having drawn from them, I hardly wished to draw another catch upon myself. But in the end I chose for it to grant me coin. I count about eight hundred gold pieces as having been given to me, but one coin in particular strikes me. The coin is made of steel, and appears to be from before the Ark, during the times of the Sol Empire. Its condition is perfect, and I estimate its value between twenty and thirty thousand gold pieces.
Indeed, this day has given me much to look forward to, and much to think about.
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Post by Dia on Sept 25, 2006 23:27:09 GMT -5
17th Day of Eleint, 1490 D.R.
Well, I now am in posession of a nice portion of land which will be used to construct a home for myself and Loriana along the coast. As the gold was her idea as a reward from the Akumi'da last eve, I offered it to her to keep, her suggestion was this home instead. Fair enough, it jumps ahead in my plans of attending Veluan first and then purchasing a home along the coast, but it really makes little difference in the end. Loriana and I today discussed some details of the house itself today and I have drawn up a blueprint of how it is to be constructed. The final price came out to sixteen hundred gold pieces. Not a bad price considering the home will lie right next to the Mou River, and just off the Coast. Very fine land, really.
It does seem however I will not be owed that favor from the mayor I had counted on. Unfortunate, but the reward I attained is useful in its own right. It was given to me when I went to discuss the purchase of the land, it being a belt made similarly to those of the Jaian Supply Belts used roughly a hundred years ago. This belt however was enchanted by Loris, and therefore actually by Cahn, to refill two curative potions each day. I do try and avoid being directly in the fray, but should I find myself in battle I've no doubt such a belt will come in handy.
I have also studied the Steel Coin from the Sol Empire more closely. It seems to carry an enchantment upon it, which no doubt makes it even more valueable. The enchantment grants lore when activated, though the question must be asked very carefully, otherwise one will end up with useless information or the wrong information entirely. It seems limited to information on Fenmyr and the Akumi'da, but those are very broad fields of study regardless.
Finally, it seems Wesker's contact in New Pherin works terribly fast, as I have already within less than a day received the plated leather armor and the new morningstar I ordered crafted from the Troll skeleton. I put both to use this eve in a training session with one of the Watchmen, and must say, I am very impressed by just how effective they have proven. I did not even feel the Watchman's blade when it hit me, and he stopped the battle after taking only two hits, while with the morningstar I would borrow from their armory it could take as many as six hits before the battle would be over. Despite my wish to not get caught in the middle of combat often, I am curious now to see how these will perform against a real enemy, as opposed of course to a friendly duel such as this.
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Post by Dia on Sept 29, 2006 15:47:15 GMT -5
18th Day of Eleint, 1490 D.R.
Well, another opportunity to draw of designs today, though certainly not for a house this time. I spoke to Lancer, who is Captain of a ship, as well as Crow and Garrik, who are now crew for his ship, on what they intend to defend their ships with. They were in need of a design for an Arbalest and I offered my services. The design is not terribly complex, and I will place a copy on the second half of this page. I will have to look forward to seeing it work.
**The following is the design of a Turreted Arbalest, which does not appear to operate like the standard Arbalest at all.
The stand for the Arbalest is a basic block of wood, dimensions for which are made for a heavy crossbow to be mounted ontop of it, and noted to be halved with the exception of height when used for a light crossbow. Atop the wooden stand is a small groove for a ball to go in, at the bottom of the groove is another hole. The deisgn for the ball shows that it must have a hole twice the size as the one in the groove, and that a round shaft of wood must fit precisely in the groove, and extendinto the hole of the ball, being nailed only into the top of it. This allows the ball to roll in a complete circle horizontally, and to be tilted slightly up and down. There is another design for a clip noted to be made of iron due to hinges, which is to be nailed into the top of the ball and another into the bottom of the crossbow, they are noted to lock into eachother to keep the crossbow on the stand. Finally, a small deisgn of a curved wooden shaft, which is noted to be nailed into the front of the crossbow and to be used as a handle.**
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Post by Dia on Sept 29, 2006 15:50:21 GMT -5
20th Day of Eleint, 1490 D.R.
The following is a copy of the first draft I have prepared for my speech to the Council. I shall write further copies should I feel changes are necessary.
Dear Council of Pherin, I come before you on behalf of a cause that I've no doubt some of you have already decided upon, and rightfully so considering Fenmyr's history with the blood mages. But I ask you to hear out what I must say here, and I believe you will understand why my ideas are not the work of madness, but a long term solution to a growing problem in our lands.
It has been common practice for generations now for a sorcerer to attain a fake lisence and spellbook within Pherin for the purpose of casting spells without being convicted. I'd like to emphasise, they attain these within Pherin. A clear breaking of Pheric law, but can you truly blame them? What if you were to wake up one day and find that the slightest bit of anger could create disasterous effects through the weave? Would you wait around until it came to public eye and you were executed, or would you as dictated by every living creature's most basic instinct, attempt to live? In essence, by deeming that these people are to be executed when found, we are breeding criminals, and worse yet, we don't know how many, or have any means of identifying them amongst the crowds. So what will eventually be caused by this? Perhaps things will continue on as they have for the past fifteen hundred years, but more likely, there will come a time when these people revolt, as any one of you would when being forced to live in such a cruel way as generations of your ancestors have in the pastl. If groups such as the Azan Mob are already willing to align themselves with these sorcerers, even if just for the right price, do you not think more could be bought into aiding them when the time of a revolt came? Think of what would become of Pherin if we continue as we do now, continue in already unjust ways and the end will only lead to mutual destruction and ultimately Pherin's end.
I propose now a method by which we can stop this land from coming to conflict with itself one day. A school, not like Veluan at all, which will train Sorcerers. I say not like Veluan as Veluan teaches one to use the weave, and how to use it effectively. A sorcerer cannot be taught such a thing in a school. What they can be taught is control. Control of their emotions and the powers that come with them. Enlist some of Pherins finer wizards and have them teach these blood mages how to control themselves so to make them essentially, no different than a wizard in terms of how they use their powers. Any wizard can decide to go down a darker path, just as any sorcerer can choose to go down the path of light, the same as anyone else. Rather than try to kill them, risking the lives of legionaires and mercenaries alike, why not give them a chance at being treated like the rest of us? After this is done, and all sorcerers are given the right to attend this school and earn a lisence to use their powers, then it would be just to execute those who do not bear one and use their powers to do harm. Those who do not attend are the true criminals in Pherin, as those who do attend would be foolish to work against Pherin once they can be traced due to posessing such a lisence.
I will leave you to decide whether or not such a school should be constructed with one final note. Many of you carry the blood of settlers from NAM who came here nearly a century ago. Even if you do not, the people you are here to represent do. NAM, a government originally founded in Faerun under the principal of tolerance towards those of all religions and races so long as they show no malice towards others within NAM's lands. By allowing this age of intolerance towards people who have done nothing wrong, for an incident that took place fifteen hundred years ago, for reasons we can only speculate upon, are we not dishonoring the noble path of our ancestors? Our people's ancestors?
I thank for hearing me out, and pray you will decide on behalf of the continued peace in our land.[/b]
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Post by Dia on Sept 29, 2006 17:53:28 GMT -5
23rd Day of Eleint, 1490 D.R.
As of today, Wesker will no longer be needing my services as a library hand. A small hit to my funding, but I can more than survive off of my pay from the legion for my work with the Crimson.
I also learned the result of my Arbalest design. Successful it seems, according to Crow. He has yet to use it in true battle, but has built many prototypes apparently. He has also suggested going into business with the blueprint, I imagine that is a good sign of its use. As to whether or not I do just that, well, I have yet to decide. It does not seem prudent, however, to have weapon designing on my resume when attempting to gain a political foothold.
My house was also completed today, and meets my specifications perfectly. The one room on the second floor is nearly inpenetrable in the event of trouble, and only myself and Loriana will be able to enter. She seems pleased with the outcome of the house's construction as well. Very good then, I can continue my studies in a quieter place now, and with pleasant company to say the least.
But the highlight of this day was in the discovery made along the banks of a nearby river. After dealing with what seemed to be a camp of bandits, a necklace adorned with vampire's teeth was found around the leader's neck. A mere cult, or a group lead by vampires? A conspiracy of sorts is certainly in the works, as the woman who sent us to deal with these bandits and retrieve the corpse of her slain husband, as well as he guard, seemed terribly suspicous, as if lying. The husband was also found alive and sleeping in a tent. It doesn't make much sense. Yet.
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