Post by Darkfall on Apr 13, 2008 19:59:27 GMT -5
Warning: These will be long.
Raven sits in front of a desk in the forge, his only light coming from that of a candle placed upon it. He sits back deeply into the chair with a sigh, looking at the ink set and large, black leather-bound book, also on the table, for a few long moments. The book is blank save it's black leather is marred with three scratches running the length of the front, as if it was slashed with claws. With a sigh Raven leans forward and picks up the quill with his left hand and begins to write.
I don’t know why I am writing this, even. It isn’t like anyone will ever see this, the book that contains my private thoughts and words. But, these thoughts in my head swirl ever chaotic and I have heard that putting them down onto paper can help lessen the burden. Therefore I will give this a shot, writing down my most inner thoughts and feelings. But this will serve another purpose, one much more practical for me. I will begin to chronicle my adventures here on Kvinne in the company of those that I have begun to call my closest friends and all that I see and learn.
With another sigh he taps the parchment in the book with a clawed finger, still holding the quill. He puts it to the paper and continues to write.
Today was a fairly normal day, I worked on the forge here, which I am ever grateful to Thaine for letting me live and work in his forge; even offer a partnership for me once my skill is honed! One day I must find a way to repay him. Upon taking a break he and I went to Cassius and Brista’s Bistro. We ate a great meal, drank and talked of many things; the bulk of the conversation though was on the topic of the staff I plan to create for Isidora. I’ve decided that I will attempt to fold the mithril and dark iron together, strengthening it in the forge under high heat. For the head of the staff I will attempt to make a clawed wolves hand, clutching say maybe a gem or other trinket. Working with this metal will be quite dangerous, but the end result will be beautiful and strong. I hope.
After the meal and a fair bit of conversation I had left the Bistro and returned to the forge. After a bit of experimenting with folding cheaper metals to create the alloys I decided, out of boredom really, I should head to the IBM stand to check on my wolves and order for the metals. I approached to find an..odd sight; Cassius yelling at Richaris, and Brista behind him, her flesh turned to stone. Pulling out my ring I cured Brista of her affliction, much to Cassius’ relief. Oddly enough he said a basilisk crawled out of a baby seal! This put me at quite a bit of unease; a full grown basilisk crawling out of a baby animal? What the hells? But after a bit of talking and a few transactions, it was my turn. My pack is doing fine and I can pick them up whenever. Though I am hesitant to do so, as I will NOT take my pack anywhere near the Pherins on the way to the den. I will not chance any of them being killed. The order for the metals just went out, but Richaris said they have some meteoric iron as well. This metal is very heavy, but it will hold enchantments extremely well. I am optimistic that if I fold it with the mithril it will be much lighter, still with the benefits of both.
After I had finished Cassius said about going to get the cotton and as I have been looking forward to this, I quickly agreed. We headed west a short ways but surprisingly the terrain turned rocky and desolate fairly quickly. I had never been to that part of the island, and I didn’t like it. The air seemed heavier there, the wind stronger. One of the more unnerving things about it, there was a voice on the wind. It called out, more then once, something to the effect of “…aga……all…y…ame”. It was strange, and shook me to the bone, but oddly enough it was slightly familiar. Even more unnerving, if there is such a thing, the place was teeming with specters and ghosts. We came across two pirate spirits fighting. After the one was fallen, the other came at me. Out of reaction I gave it a nice slash with my precious claws and Brista finished it with a very well aimed shot in its face. Quite a beautiful shot. And as if that wasn’t weird enough, the entire area erupted with sound, people yelling screaming, the sounds of large wheels turning. When I looked, after a few moments I saw people running away in fear from a man upon a wagon. It was a residual image, I think, as all ignored our presence. Save the man on the cart, who was seemingly chasing the other doomed souls. He looked directly at us but didn’t seem to care much. Then the voice came on the wind again, as they all faded from view. Since I was a child I have not felt that much fear…
We hurried along and came to the cave in which the cotton was at, only to be met at the entrance by a large draconic being; a female I think it was. After slaying it, I bent down to scent its blood, as I have never smelled such a thing. GODS! What a mistake that was! The blood was near pure sulfur and burned my nose so horribly I had to rinse it out! I’m just glad I didn’t taste it!
Raven pauses to rub his nose with a snicker before continuing.
We entered the cave then and found the cotton, but also another thing. Apparently the cave was laced with pink diamonds! Most were too close together to remove from the wall safely without damaging them, but upon closer inspection I had found a single, fist-sized diamond away from the main clusters. Using the acid from my claws, I was able to easily pop it out. I’m hoping that this will make a fine gem for the staff, or in the least fund it! But as I put it safely in my pack, I think it was the male of the draconic creatures that entered. After a small fight, it turned and ran very badly wounded. It seemed rather intelligent as we had fought it, so I chased him down with the intent to try and speak to it. But before I could get to it again, it was felled by Cassius and Brista. Oh well. It probably would have tried to eat me again anyway. Strangely though, this one’s blood still smelled of sulfur but nearly as potent.
As we stood there my shakujo, whom I have named Alurkesh, began to dance, even in the sling upon my back. This can mean only one thing; Ice-dead. Sure as the sun sets, a large number of them poured down the hills at our backs. It was a fierce fight; they are growing more and more powerful by the damned day. I wish to rid these isles of them, but the Pherics make this so much harder! One problem at a time, Raven; worry about the present, not the future. Until the only possible becomes a reality, it is just a distraction. I can hear him reprimanding me even now in my own head.
Raven pauses his writing to chuckle.
But somewhere in the fighting both Cassius and Brista had fallen. Not just unconscious… but dead. Panic had actually consumed me, I truly feared for the pair of lovers that I have secretly sworn to protect, as I have my entire group. Indeed, I wonder what they would do or think, knowing that I would give my own life in an instant to protect them? I cannot say, or even begin to predict what they would do or say. After a few moments I calmed and searched Cassius, who luckily enough had a scroll. I was able to raise him with it, and then I tend his wounds. He in turn raised Brista using a rod that I had overlooked. Relieved I had climbed upon a rock to rest my shaky legs and give everyone a chance to rest. We left that place shortly after.
On the way back to their bistro, I was just going to see them to the door ,when some interesting things happened. I was able to acquire a very interesting item in a tournament, which I will go into more detail about at a later date. But when that was done, we were in the bistro. Cassius wanted a drink he calls “The Raging Balor” which sounded interesting, as I could have used a drink as well. Brista made one for both Cassius and I, which we both promptly downed. Gods, what a drink it was; instant drunkenness. He and I carried on for a short time, as Brista helped us both over to the couches near the fireplace. She became worried, though since we were both rather incapacitated, in fact even now, hours later I still feel slightly the effects of the drink. I don’t quite remember how it came about, but she had said “Oh yes, Raven, you are in perfect form to protect someone.” I know it was a joke, and in reference to my drunken state, but her words cut me more deeply then those two will probably ever know. In all my forty-eight years everyone I have ever cared about has disappeared or died. Anna, the woman who I loved more deeply then my own life was lost to me after a mere six years. In thirty years I have not heard a word from her, though I have searched many times. My family is dead, my mother and sisters pinned to the walls of our own home, my father ran down like an animal and slaughtered. I hunger for power, yes, I will be the first to admit it. It is my fault, my burden to bear. But I do not want power for power's sake, I strive for that power so that I am able to protect those I care about. But when it comes down to it, for all my strength and power I have attained, will it ever be enough?
Raven sets the quill back in the inkwell before shutting the heavy leather-bound book. After leaning back in his chair again a few moments he grabs his book and blows the candle out, pausing a few moments to muse about having lit the candle. Why had he done that, he can see perfectly in the dark. Chuckling quietly as he goes to hide the book somewhere within the forge before he sets down to bed.
Raven sits in front of a desk in the forge, his only light coming from that of a candle placed upon it. He sits back deeply into the chair with a sigh, looking at the ink set and large, black leather-bound book, also on the table, for a few long moments. The book is blank save it's black leather is marred with three scratches running the length of the front, as if it was slashed with claws. With a sigh Raven leans forward and picks up the quill with his left hand and begins to write.
I don’t know why I am writing this, even. It isn’t like anyone will ever see this, the book that contains my private thoughts and words. But, these thoughts in my head swirl ever chaotic and I have heard that putting them down onto paper can help lessen the burden. Therefore I will give this a shot, writing down my most inner thoughts and feelings. But this will serve another purpose, one much more practical for me. I will begin to chronicle my adventures here on Kvinne in the company of those that I have begun to call my closest friends and all that I see and learn.
With another sigh he taps the parchment in the book with a clawed finger, still holding the quill. He puts it to the paper and continues to write.
Today was a fairly normal day, I worked on the forge here, which I am ever grateful to Thaine for letting me live and work in his forge; even offer a partnership for me once my skill is honed! One day I must find a way to repay him. Upon taking a break he and I went to Cassius and Brista’s Bistro. We ate a great meal, drank and talked of many things; the bulk of the conversation though was on the topic of the staff I plan to create for Isidora. I’ve decided that I will attempt to fold the mithril and dark iron together, strengthening it in the forge under high heat. For the head of the staff I will attempt to make a clawed wolves hand, clutching say maybe a gem or other trinket. Working with this metal will be quite dangerous, but the end result will be beautiful and strong. I hope.
After the meal and a fair bit of conversation I had left the Bistro and returned to the forge. After a bit of experimenting with folding cheaper metals to create the alloys I decided, out of boredom really, I should head to the IBM stand to check on my wolves and order for the metals. I approached to find an..odd sight; Cassius yelling at Richaris, and Brista behind him, her flesh turned to stone. Pulling out my ring I cured Brista of her affliction, much to Cassius’ relief. Oddly enough he said a basilisk crawled out of a baby seal! This put me at quite a bit of unease; a full grown basilisk crawling out of a baby animal? What the hells? But after a bit of talking and a few transactions, it was my turn. My pack is doing fine and I can pick them up whenever. Though I am hesitant to do so, as I will NOT take my pack anywhere near the Pherins on the way to the den. I will not chance any of them being killed. The order for the metals just went out, but Richaris said they have some meteoric iron as well. This metal is very heavy, but it will hold enchantments extremely well. I am optimistic that if I fold it with the mithril it will be much lighter, still with the benefits of both.
After I had finished Cassius said about going to get the cotton and as I have been looking forward to this, I quickly agreed. We headed west a short ways but surprisingly the terrain turned rocky and desolate fairly quickly. I had never been to that part of the island, and I didn’t like it. The air seemed heavier there, the wind stronger. One of the more unnerving things about it, there was a voice on the wind. It called out, more then once, something to the effect of “…aga……all…y…ame”. It was strange, and shook me to the bone, but oddly enough it was slightly familiar. Even more unnerving, if there is such a thing, the place was teeming with specters and ghosts. We came across two pirate spirits fighting. After the one was fallen, the other came at me. Out of reaction I gave it a nice slash with my precious claws and Brista finished it with a very well aimed shot in its face. Quite a beautiful shot. And as if that wasn’t weird enough, the entire area erupted with sound, people yelling screaming, the sounds of large wheels turning. When I looked, after a few moments I saw people running away in fear from a man upon a wagon. It was a residual image, I think, as all ignored our presence. Save the man on the cart, who was seemingly chasing the other doomed souls. He looked directly at us but didn’t seem to care much. Then the voice came on the wind again, as they all faded from view. Since I was a child I have not felt that much fear…
We hurried along and came to the cave in which the cotton was at, only to be met at the entrance by a large draconic being; a female I think it was. After slaying it, I bent down to scent its blood, as I have never smelled such a thing. GODS! What a mistake that was! The blood was near pure sulfur and burned my nose so horribly I had to rinse it out! I’m just glad I didn’t taste it!
Raven pauses to rub his nose with a snicker before continuing.
We entered the cave then and found the cotton, but also another thing. Apparently the cave was laced with pink diamonds! Most were too close together to remove from the wall safely without damaging them, but upon closer inspection I had found a single, fist-sized diamond away from the main clusters. Using the acid from my claws, I was able to easily pop it out. I’m hoping that this will make a fine gem for the staff, or in the least fund it! But as I put it safely in my pack, I think it was the male of the draconic creatures that entered. After a small fight, it turned and ran very badly wounded. It seemed rather intelligent as we had fought it, so I chased him down with the intent to try and speak to it. But before I could get to it again, it was felled by Cassius and Brista. Oh well. It probably would have tried to eat me again anyway. Strangely though, this one’s blood still smelled of sulfur but nearly as potent.
As we stood there my shakujo, whom I have named Alurkesh, began to dance, even in the sling upon my back. This can mean only one thing; Ice-dead. Sure as the sun sets, a large number of them poured down the hills at our backs. It was a fierce fight; they are growing more and more powerful by the damned day. I wish to rid these isles of them, but the Pherics make this so much harder! One problem at a time, Raven; worry about the present, not the future. Until the only possible becomes a reality, it is just a distraction. I can hear him reprimanding me even now in my own head.
Raven pauses his writing to chuckle.
But somewhere in the fighting both Cassius and Brista had fallen. Not just unconscious… but dead. Panic had actually consumed me, I truly feared for the pair of lovers that I have secretly sworn to protect, as I have my entire group. Indeed, I wonder what they would do or think, knowing that I would give my own life in an instant to protect them? I cannot say, or even begin to predict what they would do or say. After a few moments I calmed and searched Cassius, who luckily enough had a scroll. I was able to raise him with it, and then I tend his wounds. He in turn raised Brista using a rod that I had overlooked. Relieved I had climbed upon a rock to rest my shaky legs and give everyone a chance to rest. We left that place shortly after.
On the way back to their bistro, I was just going to see them to the door ,when some interesting things happened. I was able to acquire a very interesting item in a tournament, which I will go into more detail about at a later date. But when that was done, we were in the bistro. Cassius wanted a drink he calls “The Raging Balor” which sounded interesting, as I could have used a drink as well. Brista made one for both Cassius and I, which we both promptly downed. Gods, what a drink it was; instant drunkenness. He and I carried on for a short time, as Brista helped us both over to the couches near the fireplace. She became worried, though since we were both rather incapacitated, in fact even now, hours later I still feel slightly the effects of the drink. I don’t quite remember how it came about, but she had said “Oh yes, Raven, you are in perfect form to protect someone.” I know it was a joke, and in reference to my drunken state, but her words cut me more deeply then those two will probably ever know. In all my forty-eight years everyone I have ever cared about has disappeared or died. Anna, the woman who I loved more deeply then my own life was lost to me after a mere six years. In thirty years I have not heard a word from her, though I have searched many times. My family is dead, my mother and sisters pinned to the walls of our own home, my father ran down like an animal and slaughtered. I hunger for power, yes, I will be the first to admit it. It is my fault, my burden to bear. But I do not want power for power's sake, I strive for that power so that I am able to protect those I care about. But when it comes down to it, for all my strength and power I have attained, will it ever be enough?
Raven sets the quill back in the inkwell before shutting the heavy leather-bound book. After leaning back in his chair again a few moments he grabs his book and blows the candle out, pausing a few moments to muse about having lit the candle. Why had he done that, he can see perfectly in the dark. Chuckling quietly as he goes to hide the book somewhere within the forge before he sets down to bed.