Allison's Chronicles
Sept 27, 2012 17:33:07 GMT -8
Post by ElfChild on Sept 27, 2012 17:33:07 GMT -8
Falnorean chronicles, wheeeee! I should do Crestfall chronicles too. Man, that would be such a good idea.
Also, for you Roekron history people. Yes, the name was intentional. Do you get it yet?
Only accessible by the main party and the one bard guy for now.
Shimmer Mistsong
It was that day that in all my eternal foolishness I decided I wanted to see a dragon. And somehow, whenever I run off with the simple intent to learn, it becomes so much more dangerous and important then that.
There were two of us, and a party of just two could do whatever it wanted, so long as both members agreed. We were both curious, and so being the information seekers we are, we decided to catch a boat down to Oldmin to find some dragons. Because almost nobody’s ever seen a dragon, right? And certainly nobody I know of has talked to one. So what better way to learn? And of course the dragons might kill me if I found them, but I’ve got a funny sort of luck, and I didn’t think I was going to die.
I didn’t really think I’d spend a week or two being chased by a little girl with Morganti either, but that part comes later.
I’ve collected a good number of earrings from dealing with gangs, and what I had plus a promise to defend the boat was enough to buy us passage. The trip wasn’t overly eventful, but the wind was good and the ship was nice and it was all putting me in a rather good mood. When we docked up in a little town by the mountains, I was pretty sure nothing was going to go wrong, if only because of the boundless optimism with which I face almost anything I don’t know about.
The pair of us wandered into town and quickly found the local historians guild where we talked to a rather irritable woman about our goal. She proceeded to inform us that what we were looking for was going to get us killed and she wanted no part in it. We told her we were doing it anyway, she told us that was our problem, not hers, and we left town to go wander up some mountains.
The walk was long but not hard, and we used treeform frequently to evade those that might have been a danger to us, and so night fell with a decent amount of ground covered and no damage done to our persons. We slept in shifts, and whoever was awake would be treeformed for safety.
I had a dream either that night or the next. I don’t remember it exactly—months have passed since the events that I am writing of, since at the time I was not fully aware of their significance—but it was her voice that told me I was prey, that she was hunting me. I was a deer running from wolves, only the ground would fall from in front of me and I would change direction and keep running because there was nothing else I could do. When it ended the feeling remained and I knew she was out there, coming for me.
We continued walking, and it was not long after that when we met her in the physical world. We were walking as we had been for a while, and everything was normal… And then it wasn’t. She came out of nowhere, a twelve year old hobbit in silver armor, but carrying morganti. The two of us ran. We split up in the hopes that she could only chase one of us. I ran as fast as my feet would carry me, but when I finally stopped, (Karen) was nowhere to be seen, and even after waiting several minutes she did not appear.
At this point you would be fully justified if you wish to tell me I should have gone back to look for her, but the fact of the matter is that I didn’t. I don’t know what would have happened if I had, but I was scared and so I trudged onward in hopes of finding something, anything, that could protect me from whatever the hobbit child was. Escape had become my priority, not information.
After that I was scared, constantly. I was constantly on the lookout in case of Morganti. I didn’t sleep. I walked and I treeformed myself when night fell and then I walked more. I put myself in places where nothing could hide or sneak up on me. And that was how I was.
I think it was two nights later, though you may have noticed that time blends in memories and maybe it was the night after that or the one even after that, when I received another mind or dream visit. This time it was just a voice, and we spoke of learning and the reason I had come to this place, and I thought that maybe I had succeeded in making contact with a dragon and maybe despite the fact that creepy hobbit girl had turned me into a nervous wreck and my companion was dead and I didn’t know the way back, maybe I had achieved something. Maybe it would help me. Maybe this whole damn trip hadn’t been for nothing.
And then I was back with the normal world and it was still the same hell it had been before.
I think I encountered the hobbit girl once or twice more, though if I did those incidents of sprinting as fast as I could up a mountain were nowhere near the first two encounters. I certainly believe more encounters happened, but it may just be the power of my memories stretching what felt like the most significant and certainly the scariest things that happenned during that time into more then they were. Regardless, the fear of her was constant and unrelenting, and I am surprised that I did not go insane from it, especially with my lack of sleep.
At any rate, some amount of time later, my final major encounter to report occurred. There was another hobbit child, but different, and a deer. I don’t know who this second child was, but she felt like safety and the deer told me she was okay. She told me things were going to be fine, and then she made me sleep.
I awoke at the base of the mountains, near town. I deliberated a little on going back to retrieve (Karen)’s body, but it did not seem worth putting my own soul on the line to rescue a corpse whose soul was already gone, however guilty I felt about her death.
I got on a boat back to Seyenon. The trip was not long, but was lacking the sense of optimism that had belonged to it at the beginning. There were no further dreams, no further evidence at all really, of the hobbit girl. When somehow (Karen) returned alive, it seemed like maybe everything would just settle down and return to normal.
But it won’t. Because we know what’s going on now, and I’ve seen the four of them. Things won’t return to normal. Not until we deal with them and the threat they pose to all of us.
More records on that note shortly.
Also, for you Roekron history people. Yes, the name was intentional. Do you get it yet?
Only accessible by the main party and the one bard guy for now.
Shimmer Mistsong
It was that day that in all my eternal foolishness I decided I wanted to see a dragon. And somehow, whenever I run off with the simple intent to learn, it becomes so much more dangerous and important then that.
There were two of us, and a party of just two could do whatever it wanted, so long as both members agreed. We were both curious, and so being the information seekers we are, we decided to catch a boat down to Oldmin to find some dragons. Because almost nobody’s ever seen a dragon, right? And certainly nobody I know of has talked to one. So what better way to learn? And of course the dragons might kill me if I found them, but I’ve got a funny sort of luck, and I didn’t think I was going to die.
I didn’t really think I’d spend a week or two being chased by a little girl with Morganti either, but that part comes later.
I’ve collected a good number of earrings from dealing with gangs, and what I had plus a promise to defend the boat was enough to buy us passage. The trip wasn’t overly eventful, but the wind was good and the ship was nice and it was all putting me in a rather good mood. When we docked up in a little town by the mountains, I was pretty sure nothing was going to go wrong, if only because of the boundless optimism with which I face almost anything I don’t know about.
The pair of us wandered into town and quickly found the local historians guild where we talked to a rather irritable woman about our goal. She proceeded to inform us that what we were looking for was going to get us killed and she wanted no part in it. We told her we were doing it anyway, she told us that was our problem, not hers, and we left town to go wander up some mountains.
The walk was long but not hard, and we used treeform frequently to evade those that might have been a danger to us, and so night fell with a decent amount of ground covered and no damage done to our persons. We slept in shifts, and whoever was awake would be treeformed for safety.
I had a dream either that night or the next. I don’t remember it exactly—months have passed since the events that I am writing of, since at the time I was not fully aware of their significance—but it was her voice that told me I was prey, that she was hunting me. I was a deer running from wolves, only the ground would fall from in front of me and I would change direction and keep running because there was nothing else I could do. When it ended the feeling remained and I knew she was out there, coming for me.
We continued walking, and it was not long after that when we met her in the physical world. We were walking as we had been for a while, and everything was normal… And then it wasn’t. She came out of nowhere, a twelve year old hobbit in silver armor, but carrying morganti. The two of us ran. We split up in the hopes that she could only chase one of us. I ran as fast as my feet would carry me, but when I finally stopped, (Karen) was nowhere to be seen, and even after waiting several minutes she did not appear.
At this point you would be fully justified if you wish to tell me I should have gone back to look for her, but the fact of the matter is that I didn’t. I don’t know what would have happened if I had, but I was scared and so I trudged onward in hopes of finding something, anything, that could protect me from whatever the hobbit child was. Escape had become my priority, not information.
After that I was scared, constantly. I was constantly on the lookout in case of Morganti. I didn’t sleep. I walked and I treeformed myself when night fell and then I walked more. I put myself in places where nothing could hide or sneak up on me. And that was how I was.
I think it was two nights later, though you may have noticed that time blends in memories and maybe it was the night after that or the one even after that, when I received another mind or dream visit. This time it was just a voice, and we spoke of learning and the reason I had come to this place, and I thought that maybe I had succeeded in making contact with a dragon and maybe despite the fact that creepy hobbit girl had turned me into a nervous wreck and my companion was dead and I didn’t know the way back, maybe I had achieved something. Maybe it would help me. Maybe this whole damn trip hadn’t been for nothing.
And then I was back with the normal world and it was still the same hell it had been before.
I think I encountered the hobbit girl once or twice more, though if I did those incidents of sprinting as fast as I could up a mountain were nowhere near the first two encounters. I certainly believe more encounters happened, but it may just be the power of my memories stretching what felt like the most significant and certainly the scariest things that happenned during that time into more then they were. Regardless, the fear of her was constant and unrelenting, and I am surprised that I did not go insane from it, especially with my lack of sleep.
At any rate, some amount of time later, my final major encounter to report occurred. There was another hobbit child, but different, and a deer. I don’t know who this second child was, but she felt like safety and the deer told me she was okay. She told me things were going to be fine, and then she made me sleep.
I awoke at the base of the mountains, near town. I deliberated a little on going back to retrieve (Karen)’s body, but it did not seem worth putting my own soul on the line to rescue a corpse whose soul was already gone, however guilty I felt about her death.
I got on a boat back to Seyenon. The trip was not long, but was lacking the sense of optimism that had belonged to it at the beginning. There were no further dreams, no further evidence at all really, of the hobbit girl. When somehow (Karen) returned alive, it seemed like maybe everything would just settle down and return to normal.
But it won’t. Because we know what’s going on now, and I’ve seen the four of them. Things won’t return to normal. Not until we deal with them and the threat they pose to all of us.
More records on that note shortly.