Lands found and forgotten

Friday, 19 March 2010

Crystal Guardians

Since I became an enchanter I have been tracking down the ever elusive Crystal Guardians, and I am becoming very weary from my search. I have gained a whole two levels by hunting in the desert tombs and I encountered just one Crystal Guardian. I was advised that the Western Beach on Killican Island would be a good spot, but again I am well on my way to gaining another level in my training with no sign of a single Crystal Guardian.

I am beginning to wonder if these creatures have been hunted into extinction by the adventurers of the land... I guess only time will tell...

Deridan posted @ 19:12 - Link - comments

Sunday, 07 February 2010

A limerick

Written by Iron Knight Azure Greenhills the Fable-Teller;

There once was a man named Deri...who would not ride the ferry. \"I'll gather some dust, avoid it I must\" Said the 'chanter who of ferries was wary.

Thank you, Azure.

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Walking the path

Today has been a proud day for me, probably my proudest day so far since I became an adventurer; today I started on the path of being an enchanter...

I have been deliberating over the last few days as to which profession would suit. I tried to reason and use logic to work it out, which pointed toward the choice of being an enchanter, but I wasn’t convinced, until I went to explore the desert.

After what seemed an age, but suspect it was only a few marcs, I can across the abandoned camp that is New Ryndall, and I travelled through the portal there to the magnificent city that is Ryndall itself.

As I walked the streets their I felt a connection, and felt myself drawn towards the Enchanters Academy. I spend quite a few marcs inside the Academy, feeling something... something that just made it feel right, made it feel natural.

I knew, stood there in the Academy, that I was destined to be an Enchanter.

Many I have spoken to have given me most wise advice on choosing a profession, and to those I humbly thank for encouraging me to take time to think this through properly and not to rush into making a rash decision.

I have spent a couple of days training as well as researching, and today, fully equipped with the tools of an enchanter, I embarked on the first step of my journey with my chosen sponsor; the great enchanter Anu Shadowryder the Portal Walker.

He escorted me to the desert temple and witnessed my transformation from initiate into enchanter, and guided me through the basics of this noble professions.

I will be eternally grateful to Anu Shadowryder for helping me and guiding me through my very first steps as an enchanter on the long and difficult, and I suspect rewarding, path to being an enchanter.

Today, I proudly walk the land of Valorn as an enchanter.

Deridan posted @ 11:28 - Link - comments

Tuesday, 02 February 2010

An invitation

My time here in Valorn has been short so far, but in that time I have met some very interesting people whom I feel I have made an impression on.

I say this as I have been invited to join one of the oldest and most respected Guilds in Valorn, The Remnants of Kimald.

The invite was in the form of a very ornate scroll, secured with a seal in the shape of a dragon, hand delivered to myself by none other than the Guild Leader, Iron Knight Purazon the Iconic.

I feel humbled by such an invite, and would never have thought of myself as being worthy to join such a great guild, but at the same time it felt a great honour to be considered a potential member.

I hope my father would be proud of this invite.

Deridan posted @ 15:32 - Link - comments

Sunday, 31 January 2010

Notable adventurers of Valorn

Whilst I have not been in the land of Valorn for long I have already had the good fortune to meet several adventurers, whom I feel are worth writing about.

The first is Iron Knight Azure Greenhills the Fable-Teller. This lady has boundless generosity and an immeasurable energy that one can only be envious of. She has gone out of her way on many occasions to offer help or to give me items to help me train or to hunt. Her advice is always welcomed and I only wish there was some way of repaying her for her generosity.

The second person of note is Iron Knight Purazon the Iconic. The gentleman and knight has again offered valuable information to one so new to the land. Oftentimes he has taken time to just simply ask about myself and how I am progressing with my training, and offered any help where possible.

I am sure there are other adventurers of worth in the land, and I look forward to meeting them during my travels, but out of all the adventurers I have actually met these two have had a significant effect on the way I feel towards my fellow adventurers; no longer do I feel I must hide and I look forward to meeting many new faces during my time here.

Deridan posted @ 15:17 - Link - comments

Saturday, 30 January 2010

Sewers and other unwholesome places

Upon stepping forth unto the land that is Valorn I was greeted by a man named Jolan. He welcomed me to Dundee and advised me to explore this place, which I spent some time doing; from the training yard to the bazaar and to the inn. Finally, I felt it time to embark on my training, and I set forth into the sewers.

Nothing could have prepared me for what met me at the bottom of the ladder; the stench of sulphur coming from the sewer grate was nothing compared to the foul air that sits heavy within the sewer tunnels.

I completed as much training as possible, breathing as carefully as I could through a cloth wrapped around my lower face to fend off as much as the rancid smell as I could, and headed back to the surface.

Following training from the Master Trainer I headed off to another recommended training area, the swamp. Again, my nostrils were assailed with foul and wretched smells, making breathing difficult at best.

After much practice in the swamp and its hidden caves I returned to the Master Trainer to better my skills, and was pleased to find the next area that I would benefit from visiting would be the plains.

As a herder I have been used to spending all my time in the fresh, open air, so the shock to my system was great visiting these places, and I was glad to find myself back in the open.

Following more training I headed to help clear the forest between Dundee and Milltown, trying to keep the wild animals at bay and making the area safer for travellers between the two great cities.

I once again reached a level in my training where I would be needed to face stronger foes, and it was suggested I see the Mayor of Dundee, to help with the problems in the cellar. I was taken aback; the combined smell of both the sewers and the swamp was incomparable to the stench of rotting flesh found in the cellars where the zombies hunt.

I pray to the gods that there must be more to this land then places where the overpowering odours make an adventurer gag as they breathe.
I fear that the physical battles one faces as an adventurer are only half the true fight, and that the environment is as much against the person as the dark creatures are.

Deridan posted @ 15:55 - Link - comments

The past: Parent

I never knew my mother, and whenever I asked my father he just said she was taken when I was very young. He never spoke of her, never once said anything about her, so I have no feelings of loss when I talk about her. I would have liked to have known more about my mother, but I am not angry at my father for not telling me... I am sure he has his reasons.

So, it was left to my father to raise me and teach me the ways of the world, which he did. He had ample time to spend with me as, for as long as I remember, we were herders.

He was a great man and he devoted all his time ensuring I was scholared in what he felt would serve me well in the world.

I know very little about my father; He was of large, muscular build but no other features to stand him out in a crowd. He never spoke of his life before he became a herder, and always changed the subject when the matter was raised.

He was a private man, and he chose his company well. As herders we would move pastures on a regular basis, ensuring our bos would have the best grazing possible. Because of this we had very little contact with other people, and the people we did meet were either known to my father, or he spent time watching their habits. This seemed quite untrustworthy behaviour at first, but my father explained there were people in the land who would kill somebody for the silver in their pocket as easily as somebody would bid you good day. There were always stories of other herders being killed for their bos, so this made sense.

It is only now though that I am asking questions about my father, as some other strange behaviours, which I thought normal at the time, now appear odd.

The name I always knew my father as was Buralde, but he seemed to employ other names when dealing with different traders or other herders; Kimos, Honem, Rothsald and Bover are just a few of the names I can remember. Again, whenever questioned my father would always state this was to keep people from knowing his true name as a safety measure against those who would harm us.

My father was also very skilled with a blade. He taught me how to wield a blade from a very early age, and I quickly became proficient with many weapons after spending many marcs sparring with my father. He taught me that the herd needed protecting from wild animals and poachers; hence we needed to stay sharp and know our weapons well. I always struggled with a blade, always preferring to use a staff, as it always seemed more natural for me to use. This always amused my father for some reason.

It has only been recently, watching great adventurers in battle, that I begin to question my father's statement that he had always been a herder. One day, whilst moving our herd to another pasture, we were attacked by a Demon Advanced Scout. My father dispatched the evil creature with an ease and grace I have never witnessed again until I became an adventurer in Valorn.

My father was also very insistent on my education as a young man. He taught me to be kind and respectful to all people, act in a courteous manner and to show proper respect where it was due. One statement he always made was ‘you never know if you are in the company of a lord or a king, so conduct yourself accordingly’. Another favourite saying of my father’s was ‘a title does not make a person; words and deeds make a person’.

As my father lay dying he made me make a promise to him; to travel to this land of Valorn and to take the path to becoming an adventurer, to keep the land safe from darkness and the forces of evil.

It is only now, after visiting this land and meeting some of its people, that I realise my father must have been here before, to have such love for a place, such respect, that he would make me promise to help defend the lands as opposed to continuing with the life of a herder.
One day I hope to find the truth about who my father really was, before he became a herder...

Deridan posted @ 13:35 - Link - comments

I have not had call to record my thoughts before in such a journal, but since I arrived in the land of Valorn much has changed in my life.

I come from such a simple background that it is, at times, difficult to adjust to this maelstrom that is life as an adventurer.

Barely a marc passes without a raid or some conflict between myself and some creature of evil or darkness, and even simple travel between towns is fraught with danger, with the ever present threat of attack from wild animals.

I fear there is much to learn about this land, its ways and its people.

This journal will serve as a record for my thoughts, from past to present.

Even though ones life is not as finite as an adventurer, there is still a question around mortality, and these words and pages will hopefully live on long after my death.

Deridan.

Deridan posted @ 08:46 - Link - comments

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