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Post by Dia on Sept 30, 2006 9:34:03 GMT -5
29th Day of Eleint, 1490 D.R
An item of incredible power has made its way here from the Faerunian portal. A sorcerer who'se power extends to the highest circles of magic is bound to a necklace, or so this is what I have come to believe from the facts at hand and the sheer power I detected emitting from the amulet. Those who bear the amulet seem to take on the sorcerers powers, to a small extent, and ultimately appear to be posessed by this sorcerer. Posessed even to the point that those who bear the amulet can overcome pain, for instance a knife in the stomache, spear in the leg, and an arrow in the arm all at once, without anymore than a slight sound of pain and a flinch. The amulet has now fallen into the hands of Lancer, and is to be brought to Wesker to learn more. Though I find myself curious. The guardian of Wilder's Chalice told me its power can become greater if given a new source of magical energies. A sorcerer has nearly unlimited magical energy, save the time to recharge. Imagine what power the Chalice could wield were I to use that amulet to charge it.
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Post by Dia on Oct 4, 2006 18:36:40 GMT -5
3rd Day of Marpenoth, 1490 D.R.
The High Council has finally acted. After the legion took a count of two hundred and forty eight known casualties in a single night, the Council acts. You see, this is why my course in life is to join the Council, to someday become High Lord. Look at what it takes for the Council to act on the situation. At the least their resolve was quick. I have spoken to Crow and been informed of a mission from the Legion. A fortification is to be built in the "cursed" woods of Kira, wherein a plant I shall go into details on shortly is to be grown. I have of course chosen to help in the defenses of this fortification however I can, yet I cannot help but think Crow and Lancer seem very shortsighted with their plans for it. We'll see how the defenses hold up.
On a strange note, the Legion apparently likes my design for the Turreted Arbalest. I can't help but find it odd that one of the most professional armies on Toril does not have something more sophisticated than something I came up with in an hour or so, it's rather bothersome, even.
As for the plant, I have never heard of it before. Ever. The following is what I have read on it from the documents given to Crow and Lancer by the legion. The information was broken up due to blood and tears in the pages.
Pescura
Pescura is found primarily in the Shadowluren, and only found on Fenmyr. Apparently it purifies the blood of outside toxins, and works extremely fast. It is able to prevent the Zombie infection from spreading, and if applied after a bite it should prevent turning. It is useless however after someone has been turned, and will have no effect. To grow, Pescura requires minimal light, ample amount of water, and mineral rich soil - preferably without any but the Pescura root drawing on the richness of the soil it is in. Pescura will only remain useful for two hours after being picked from the ground. They are also noted to deterorate increasingly fast when exposed to magic, and that spells of the third circle and higher will cause it to rot instantly. Furthermore, Pescura can only be used when ground up and mixxed with water for no less than five minutes before being drank, upon which time it takes effect instantly.
As to whether or not this "Pescura" works as noted, I suppose we shall see soon enough. I will be sure to study its growth closely and make a more detailed entry when possible from my own research.
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Post by Dia on Nov 7, 2006 22:13:08 GMT -5
2nd Day of Uktar, 1490 D.R.
It has been a month since my last entry. There has been little of interest to write of in this time. My days have grown rather dull amongst my books and records from my business back in Faerun. That is all in order now, and I will no longer need to worry of anything that took place back in Faerun, at least not until the portal reopens, if ever.
The fortification which was under construction to defend the Pescura plant is nearly complete, I believe. Its defenses seem adequate, though they lack man power, I believe. Strangely, however, it seems that the ghosts of the followers of Caltrus, the long dead deity over assassins, have risen around the temple of Caltrus within the fortification. They now force those working on the fortification to restore their temple. Quite strange indeed, though I do not believe I will take part in any such thing. I prefer to leave the spirits of former assassins to their own.
But it seems excitement has managed to catch up to me. As I write this, I am sitting aboard the anchored "Pis'ran," a ship belonging to the Pheric Legion. Commander Kard Rift has requested that myself and the Roscan Orc known as Lothar travel to the island of Luni, make out way through a tunnel that leads to the island of Sollus, and retrieve a drug known as Celestial Snuff from a Tiefling named "Alucarn." We are to trade a bag filled with fifty bars of platinum with this Tiefling for all the Celestial Snuff he has.
I dislike dealing with druglords or their lackies, but even more I dislike sailing. The trip is to be three days. Imagine my joy, reader.
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Post by Dia on Nov 7, 2006 22:21:19 GMT -5
3rd Day of Uktar, 1490 D.R.
A day and a half at sea has passed. I grow tired of this way of travel, and my hatred of the sea burns through every inch of me. A great white whale was spotted in the distance, suggesting the possibility of Krakens, who feast on the the creatures. As well, Silverfish were sighted, pointing to the possibility of sharks migrating into the Sweet Sea. A shark is hardly a worry on a ship such as this, but should a Kraken show up, I will be very vexed for the rest of this journey.
Though I certainly would not mind to return one day to search for such a beast and study it. Though it takes preparation of emense proportions before one can even consider sailing towards a Kraken, and even then it's rather insane. I take my words back, I would very much mind it. A fine specimen to research, no less.
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Post by Dia on Nov 7, 2006 22:34:46 GMT -5
4th Day of Uktar, 1490 D.R.
It is night now. This afternoon Lothar and I arrived at the island of Luni and made our way through the tunnel. It has not been officially used for fifty years, though the bandit presence was certainly noticable. I took some wounds, but nothing that will not heal soon enough. The bandits had a room filled with a rather large pile of gold, which is now back in the vault of my home.
While still within the tunnel we made a discovery that I shall soon look into. There was a blocked off portion to the tunnel, blocked off by a wall and a golem. The golem was old, missing an arm, but it seemed intelligent. It claimed to be guarding the tomb of the king of Sollus, the island we were nearly on. I suspect the golem is powerful despite its age and damage, but I fully intend to find a way past that.
As to the island of Sollus, when we exited the tunnel we immediately found ourselves in the slums of a moderately sized city. A few bribes later, we were in the back room of a seedy little inn, the Tiefling known was Alucarn Reinhart before us. We made the trade, but I was not going to allow that filth to know my face. I took control of his guards and had them slay him, then did away with the corrupt and lowlife legionaire filth that were also in the back room at the time, under the influence of the Celestial Snuff. I set fire to the inn, and blasted a hole out the back. Lothar and myself made our way out amongst twelve Formians which I summoned from the Plane of Order to carry the barrels of Celestial Snuff out for us. Ants, even planar, are excellent workers when something needs to be carried.
I teleported myself and Lothar back to Kiran after enchanting the formians with spells of flight and haste to allow them quick passage to Kiran.
After a chat with the Commander, I learned the bars of Platinum were in fact well disguised bars of Silver. A good thing I left no loose ends. That whelp Tieflings master would have come for us. Druglords do not like to be decieved.
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Post by Dia on Nov 7, 2006 22:47:37 GMT -5
5th Day of Uktar, 1490 D.R.
I rested much today. It is good to have my feet back on soil, rather than the wood of that gods damned ship or cobble of the city. I spoke with Lothar, told him my reasoning for destroying that Tiefling and the inn. I do not wish his or any other's eyes on me in the future for doing what was necessary last night.
I will not go into detail of the rest of my day, though it seems that Loriana shares the interest that I hold in her. I consider such relationships to normally be a weakness, but our goals do seem to align well, I certainly would not mind her at my side as I see through my plans for Pherin.
A weakness, perhaps, but a welcomed one, I will admit.
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Post by Dia on Nov 18, 2006 13:08:35 GMT -5
8th Day of Uktar, 1490 D.R.
They say knowledge is power. They also say that all power comes at a price. Well if knowledge is indeed power, then I have in turn payed a greater price than I had imagined for it. It has been twenty years since I have written here, yet it feels as if not a day has gone by, and the date too has failed to change. What sense does any of this make without the story behind it though? It began earlier this eve.
I traveled back to the island of Sollus, this time taking both Loriana and Lothar with me. My intent was to enter the tomb of the king of Sollus, and see for myself what I felt there the last time. The guardian was easily dispatched, a mere wave of lightning was all it took. I then took from it two magical gems, but I will get into those later. The tomb was not behind the wall as I had thought, once the guardian was out of the way we stepped into a portal which took us to the Shadowluren. An excruciating experience, that portal was.
This has been my second time visiting the Shadowluren, and just as the last time, I was sent there magically and had to leave quickly. I do hope one day I will be able to actually experience the land without having business at hand. We traveled until we came across a graveyard. Lothar decided to break into a vampire's crypt and free one of their thralls. He is fortunate I was there, for his life was saved twice by my presence. They could smell it in my blood, I wonder if they still can after what happened next.
Within a second crypt we were immediately teleported again, this time to the Desert of Ice. The process was again excruciating, but the effects were not lasting. We traveled not all that far, avoiding a great worm of ice, before finally coming to the entrance of the tomb. As we entered, we fell. We were then met by the spirit of the king of Sollus, son of the emporer of the Sol Empire. He knew nothing of its destruction fifteen hundred years ago, and lived in a timeless state in that tomb. He shared with us the location of the archives of the Sol Empire. This knowledge, should the archives still exist, may be one of the greatest discoveries in fifteen hundred years. This is the knowledge of which I spoke. But as I made mention of, such knowledge comes with a price. The spirit gave me an orb, a device used long ago to absorb anything into it at the wielder's command. It turned on me though, it began to drain me, and as my energy was once without limitation, it went straight for the source. I felt my very soul being torn from my body by that wretched orb. I was left a nearly empty shell when the spirit finally made the orb stop. We took from the orb all my energy and poured it into the chalice, and returning to me only enough to survive.
I sat there, on the spirit's throne. Resting. I saw things between being drained and being revived. My future. I once had a premonition of it when I was younger, which is why I keep this record of my life, but this premonition...It was clear. I went over the premonition time and time again, yet it did not comfort me. I was drained of my birthright, of all my power. The spirit sent Loriana and Lothar back on flying transports, and as for myself, he offered to teach me the arcane. Time did not pass in his realm, and so I could learn twenty years worth of knowledge without aging a day, or the world outside changing. I accepted the offer, for I had no other choice.
Twenty years with only that spirit as company. I learned all that I could from it, which is a considerable amount, but I can assure you. The spirit aided me in creating a staff from the head of my morningstar, placing some minor enchantments over it. But nothing that spirit could teach me will ever match the power I had at my command. I am now back in Kiran, awaiting the arrival of Loriana from her flight back, as in the prime, I have arrived in Kiran only a moment after Loriana left the tomb. Lothar has chosen to return to him homeland, and so I suspect I may never see that oaf again. I studied in this time the two relics I left that tomb with. One, a sword, a most powerful one which belonged to the spirit. I am unsure what to do with it, for the combat training I once had is now lost after all these years. I fear it shall never return to me. The second relic, the pair of gems I took from the guardian construct. When activated, they will fly around me, magically enhancing my speech skills and appearance. Quite strange, and dare I say, not of much use to me.
I will have to grow used to practicing the arcane now as a wizard. A lesser art from what I have learned so far, but it is all I have left. I can now only look forward to finding those archives, a task which nothing will draw my attention from now.
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Post by Dia on Dec 16, 2006 12:15:34 GMT -5
9th Day of Uktar, 1490 D.R.
I feel drained. No longer myself. It did not hit me like this in that spirit's tomb. But now that I am home the feeling is almost crippling. Regardless, I must keep my thoughts off of what is lost. In doing so, I found myself led on a trip which I still do not fully understand the purpose behind. A local Dwarf, Tori, requested that Crow find the armor of a seemingly ancient Dwarf known as Khremûr. Crow requested my aid in doing so, and as I stated, I needed something to draw my mind off of the sickening feeling of my loss, and so I went.
We traveled to Szragil, and then to the shrine of Krage which lay off the coast. I used what power I had to levitate myself and Crow down to the shrine, but there is little power remaining. Even with the ring, I am very limited now. Crow opened a path leading down under the shrine, and so we quickly went down to escape the waves from crashing into us. Once inside, we found ourselves within a cave, a flooded cave. Elementals of the plane of water began to rise and attack us, but each was dispatched with relative ease. It was then that I questioned Crow on why Dwarves would place the tomb of one of their apparent heroes out at sea, and guard it with such creatures. It did not seem Dwarven in the least. Apparently, this Dwarf had friends amongst the Elves, which I admit I was surprised to hear. We pressed on, deeper into the flooded cavern.
At the very bottom we found the tomb of Khremûr, but as is to be expected, it had a guardian. The elementals began to merge, and finally turned into a single, massive elemental of water. Elven magic, it is truely a sight to behold. We did battle. The elemental crushed Crow's shield and knocked him away, giving me just the opportunity I needed. I unleashed a wave of ice which froze the beast, then stabbed the pointed end of my staff into it. It was not destroyed, but the damage I wrought upon the beast left it only inches from its demise, which it soon met.
Crow gathered up the armor from that tomb, and we departed. To my understanding, it is part of a set, to which Crow may already have the sword and shield, though I am unsure. Once back on the mainland, I traveled home. I had my fill of adventure for one day.
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Post by Dia on Jan 4, 2007 21:23:59 GMT -5
10th Day of Uktar, 1490 D.R.
I am unsure if it is regret or relief that I feel today. I had a spell duel with Loriana within the confines of our vault, though the battle ended in a drew. In all actuality, I admitted defeat, as it would be only a matter of time before my invisibility would wear off, leaving me defenseless as she protected herself from the elements - the only form of energy I had left to wield. I shall have to practice this art more before I can hope to defeat her, she has wielded the arcane in this form in combat circumstances far longer than I.
When the duel was over, we spoke. In this conversation, I revealed to her my heritage. The source of the powers I lost only days ago. I believe she was more shocked by the fact I had those powers, of what I therefore was, than what my heritage was. I suppose the pale skin and glossy teeth don't leave much to the imagination.
She was accepting of it though. I am glad for this fact. But I cannot help but wonder if it was a good or bad choice to reveal this. There is nothing I can do about it now though, so it is best not to dwell. I shall have to take comfort in the fact she knows and remains by my side.
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Post by Dia on Jan 18, 2007 19:22:51 GMT -5
12th Day of Uktar, 1490 D.R.
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Post by Dia on Jan 18, 2007 19:23:35 GMT -5
26th Day of Uktar, 1490 D.R.
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Post by Dia on Jan 18, 2007 19:36:41 GMT -5
12th Day of Nightal, 1490 D.R.
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Post by Dia on Jan 18, 2007 19:37:28 GMT -5
22nd Day of Nightal, 1490 D.R.
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Post by Dia on Jan 19, 2007 13:41:17 GMT -5
31st Day of Nightal, 1490 D.R.
They marched upon us from the sea. The Black Blood emerged and destroyed everything in their wake. Only two days ago we heard the news that Szragil fell to what may have been these abominations, but now, with the destruction of Kiran, it is confirmed.
I checked on Loriana, ensured she was safe when the black blood first started pouring in. I then fought my way through the woods, and helped what stragglers I could find. Crow, Larian, and a few others in their company made it through the woods. Whether or not they made it past the legion I cannot say.
I returned to Kiran after helping them. Loris was alone and pinned down in the Catacombs. With all the time that had passed, he was surely bitten by now. But I knew there may yet be time to take advantage of this opportunity. As I tried to enter the catacombs, I was attacked by an Ilmnfeml. Rather, it tried to attack me. I drew on the ring to create a wind which blew it away while I fled past the army of undead raising from the cemetary and into the crypt. One thing struck me as I did this. The face of that creature. It was the gravekeeper, Milmamir. Was he really in disguise all this time?
It was not the time to think over that wretched Elf's intent now though. There were more undead here. Many more. Faces which even seemed somewhat familiar. I made my way to Loris, he was bleeding in the corner, as well as unconcious. I took a drop of his blood, and a drop of my own, and put them into the Chalice. The Master Ring, the Guardian, and more access to the powers of the Chalice were at last mine. As for Loris, his death was not fair. Not by the creatures he was to destroy. I granted him sentience in his undeath, so that he would not become another mindless abomination. Nothing I could have done could have stopped the turning, this was the greatest gift I could offer him.
But now it has grown dark. Silent. The undead are destroyed. I do not know what happened up there, but I was forced deeper into the Catacombs, all the way into the tunnels, when the ground began to collapse. I felt an energy of such extreme power released. It was like nothing I have ever felt. The screams of hundred of the Black Blood echoed through the halls from outside, and one ferocious roar which I believe may have been the Ilmnfeml. All light was put out, save that from my staff. I was seperated from the now turning Loris. My guardian remains at my side now, but I am alone.
The ground has begun shaking again. The legion must have arrived. Anything that remains will burn. I'll have to wait down here until it is safe to go back to the surface.
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Post by Dia on Jan 23, 2007 22:18:53 GMT -5
Kiran - Fall thru Winter of 1490 D.R.
It was in the middle of Fall when the undead rose in mass and struck at Kiran. Though none made it to the small town itself, many legionaires died in holding the quarentine. The rising was put down, and acted as a catalyst for the involvment of Veluan in devising a cure to the infection wrought by the zombies known as the "Black Blood." As their name suggests, their blood was black, and in fact, tar-like. When passed into a living creature's blood stream, the creature would turn into one of the Black Blood in a relatively short period of time, losing all sentience.
Veluan's search for a cure was quick, putting "Pescura" to use. A rare plant found only in small parts of Fenmyr. It requires soil rich in minerals and water flow, and must be the only thing feeding on the said minerals, otherwise it will wither and die before becoming useful. Magic cannot be utilized in growing it. The more magic it is exposed to, the more accelerated its decay is, which is naturally a lowly two hours. The plant, when used properly, can cure any impurity, as well as grant a temporary immunity for perhaps a few days to impurities of the blood.
The legion hired several mercenaries to build a fortification in the one spot near Kiran that could grow this plant, a place known as the "Cursed Wood," for it holds an aged temple to the former deity of murder, Caltrus.
The legion was weakened by the attack by the Black Blood. A group of Ilmnfeml took advantage of this situation to attack Kiran within only days of both the undead rising and foundations of the Pescura Fortification. A small number of legionaires fell, but the majority of the Kiran Watch was wiped out in defense of the town. The Ilmnfeml were put down, but there was no answer as to what they sought. Beliefs stirred that they may have been behind the Black Blood.
It was on the eve of 1491 D.R. that the Pescura was fully grown. It was on the eve of 1491 D.R. that the Black Blood came from the sea and struck at Kiran. Days before there were reports of the fall of the pirate island of Szragil, but none anticipated the attack so soon. Their numbers were too many, even for the now reinforced legion. The Pescura never reached Kiran. Within a few hours, it was gone. Many remain unaccounted for, the death toll is in the thousands. The Gravekeeper, Milmamir, revealed himself to be a powerful Winged Ilmnfeml, and fought the Black Blood, as well as anyone else who stood in his path. The Ilmnfeml do not appear to have been behind the attack.
Those who survive have made their way to New Pherin.
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