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Tag: Darviel
A Convenient Counselor
Mela en' coiamin, These past few days since the clearing of immediate horrors from the ruins of Darviel Keep have been, I daresay, peaceful. I have neglected to pour my thoughts into this journal…..well, I am not sure why. All Dame Adelaide’s people, few in number though they are, have been hard at work, cleaning, …
Wishful Musings
Mela en' coiamin, For a couple of wearying days and nights, we explored the ruins of this keep. Most of the upper floors have essentially collapsed, although there were intact areas within the baileys, and within the central keep that remained whole in most respects. We experienced our longest delay when we began to delve …
Fate
Mela en' coiamin, The Valar have blessed me with their guidance again over the last few days. When last I wrote within this tome to eventually share with you on my return, we had collapsed victorious at the conclusion of a brutish attack by orcs and monstrous creatures upon the community to which I …
Survival
Mela en' coiamin, I have not had time to write more than the briefest notes in the last fortnight as I and my companions assisted, and in many cases, drove preparations for the planned orcish attacks that we had discovered in the remains of the scouting party’s camp. There were certainly many complications, not least …
A Hint of Evil
Mela en' coiamin, My glorious wife, our friendly tracker demonstrated her abilities yet again, this time in finding a nearly two week old trail from the battle in which we righteously slayed the goblins outside of Horndean. However, over the next couple of days as we followed, I believe she failed to note that the …
An Enemy Revisited
Mela en' coiamin, The Kalinakor proved very successful yesterday, my wife. As always, the ritual was a draining process, and performing the ceremony by firelight was a new experience. I did not tell my new found companions, but it had been some time since I had even practiced the life bonding, not since the dazzling …
A Bonded Quest
Shinelian, It has been a few days since I have taken the time to write again here in my journal. It has taken time for the emotions of the horrific discovery of Valsanna the Snake Queen, our battle and near death but ultimate victory, combined with the celebration once the people of Saker’s Keep …
Serpentine Horror
Horror, depravity, sickness, and death. All of these are just words that fail to explain what I just experienced, experiences I shared with this mixed group of companions I have somehow bound myself to. My previous entry was almost my last, and given the indescribable horror in that cave, it would not have been a …
Saker’s Shock
Again, I must be brief as we are on the trail again after a very short and strange visit to Saker’s Keep and its city. I can honestly say that I am completely at a loss for words, although I will attempt to convey the level of depravity and horror within these lands, as quickly …
Nightly Scrawls
I scrawl this update relatively quickly, as we are once again at camp on the road, and the light has begun to fade with many other preparations to make before my watch. Yet more trouble potentially awaits us tomorrow, as we are traveling towards the larger community of Sakor’s Keep, one of the more significant …
Wounded Memories
Dark rain poured through the light forest, drenching everything in sight, something that would have been noteworthy if they had not been traipsing through the area for over an hour, and already soaked to the bone. The two archers had unstrung their bows to keep them dry. The four were one of two search …
Rising Doubt
Lirimaer, Reverie has brought little solace to my heart and spirit, neither have the spring rains of the last few days washed away the burning pain of my thoughts from the other evening. Meditations and prayers to Lorien and the rest of the Valar bring no hint of my next steps. The last few days …
Long Regrets
Mela en' coiamin, Spring has broken the pall of winter once again, and yet another year has passed since I have gazed on your glorious countenance or felt the exquisite harmonies of your music vibrate through my body. In the eye of my soul, I can see your lissome body dancing gracefully across the glade …
Where Tactics Go to Die!
The spring festivities truly kicked into gear upon the return of the child. However, one of my new compatriots had spotted smoke in the distance on our return. I had accompanied the farmer, Adelaide Shard, when she went to provide a report to the local noble of this community. To my surprise, a human wizard …
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