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The Jagged Tooth
The Jagged Tooth
Jagged-edged parchment lays compressed between two pieces of shark hide, bound together by a cord of the same grey hide.
.: About Me :.
Age: 29
Location: The Fireside Kitchen
Profession: Rogue
.: Likes :.
Cooking, Carving, Cleanliness.
.: Dislikes :.
.: Sponsored :.
Cenny Konxovar - Rogue
Threnody Nyx - Rogue
Achelle Olytro - Cleric
Emilia Rose - Rogue

.: Quote :.
"yer not BAD Nih. ya just have ah different perspective on thengs, en not all folks respect er understand thet." - The Accomplished One.
.: Latest Posts :.
last days
May 2015
April 2015
March 2015
February 2015
January 2015
December 2014
November 2014
October 2014
September 2014
August 2014
July 2014

.: Current :.

Training Location:
Random places as my body allows it.

.: Victims :.


Sunday, 31 August 2014
Digging deeper.

I stole more than one deep breath of the tunnel air as I made my way through its glorious depths, healing the Archmage and protecting him as necessary. The mission to destroy the portal was a success.

Beyond that, there is little to say.

I have continued to dig deeper with this one. She assures me she is not insane, but I think she very well might be. I like it. We play, fortunately, though, not in sand. Not this time. If she invites me to the beach, I'll join her. I hope to take her to my beach, to where I grew up. I want to show her the platforms, the places I worked with my hands, where I increased my skill at sculpting both wood and stone, metal and glass.

She asked me how do I dream, if I do not sleep. I told her the truth, easily and without second thoughts of what might occur. I told her that perhaps this is a dream, and if it weren't, what dream could be better? She seemed happy with that answer.

I shall continue to dig deeper, who knows what treasures lie within this one. Certainly better than the glow within me.
Nih Betodaru posted @ 16:30 - Link - comments

Thursday, 28 August 2014
Sand. Sand. Sand.

How interesting it is to find that one person that can completely bring out the most hidden, oft forgotten, part of you.

As I knelt there, burying her in sand, I was amazed at how easy it was to be having fun. Not only that, but how enjoyable it was. Every piece of guilt that I have held onto was washed away with the tide when we walked into the water. It was almost as if I gained a new life, one free from the discord and animosity sown into place.

I've fallen into a trap, I'm sure. At any moment it will be revealed that this is all a dream, and having an enjoyable life is just outside my reach.

If that is the case, I never want to wake up.
Nih Betodaru posted @ 09:01 - Link - comments

Wednesday, 27 August 2014

Achelle seems to think the dead muscle in my leg will heal if I simply take longer on my daily regiment and eat better. She even went so far as to wager me on it. Seven turns I have to spend double the time on my regiment, a mere three marcs longer, and eat wholesome food.

I made a wager with her, too. In keeping with the regiment, I challenged her to complete my regiment while consuming the same amount of food I normally wood.

We changed her task, as she cannot swim.

I ran five miles, two circuits around the lake, hops on the decking - twice, lifted obsidian chunks in various ways for muscle toning and development. From there, I trekked into the Western Mountains, though this time I did not retrieve any stalks of grass for my meal. I have to eat a hen, daily.

She will have to run ten miles, hops, obsidian lifting, and trek to the Western mountains. For food, she gets a handful of grass stalks three times. Once on her first day, again mid-week, then finally at the conclusion of the week.

I told her to go ahead and pay me the earnings, but she actually believes she'll succeed.
Nih Betodaru posted @ 10:05 - Link - comments

Tuesday, 26 August 2014

Isolde and I spoke for several marcs yesterturn. Obviously, I cannot speak for her, but it wasn't as challenging to be kind this time. It was wonderful to hear she is doing better. Hopefully in time she'll forget all about me and find someone that never makes her cry. I told her about a statue I'm considering crafting. With all this talk of dragons, I think I'll take white marble and black obsidian and create a moving dragon, capable of spitting fire. Of course, that would mean speaking to the foremost authority on fire, Kairiel. I expressed concern to Sol that Kai may attempt to set me ablaze before I have a moment to bring up my request. Decided a courier might be a better approach.

Among other things, I've been informed that two guild leaders are speaking to their members about me. I didn't think any guild would seek my membership, if not for the things of my past, but for the debacle that was my leadership of Honor.

Besides those two things, I haven't done much since my return. I attempted to procure armor to use in training, though it ended with dismal results. I may petition to become noble once again, and soon.
Nih Betodaru posted @ 13:28 - Link - comments

Monday, 25 August 2014
Medallion of the Benefactor.

I was recently asked by Kaballoi where I got my medallion. I was surprised by the question. I didn't expect the Tunnel Expansion to be forgotten so quickly.

I politely informed her that is was bestowed upon me by the High Queen for my work with the Rogue Tunnels being extended into Branishor. It was my idea originally, it was my dedication and perseverance that raised the coin for the project, but it was ultimately a joint project with all those that donated, including Lunitani (She outright purchased the Royal Writ of Materials, costing her neary 220,000 plat.)

I can still remember the Queen's words, she told me the medal was "symbol of thanks for all who will eventually benefit from the new tunnel."

Though I am not a Rogue, I will return to being one of the Master Profession one night, and will once more benefit from the new tunnel.

I shouldn't be too surprised by the general populace not remembering an act of kindness such as that. It appears many still desire to see me as a hateful con-man, instead of the reformed man I am tonight.

Such is the way of the stiff-necked.
Nih Betodaru posted @ 09:31 - Link - comments

Tuesday, 19 August 2014

Enchanters have the power to rejuvenate the power of the other professions, though Rogues and Warriors do not typically access this power. They cannot rejuvenate other Enchanters, which is peculiar to me.


If you have a cut, eventually it heals and is replaced with new skin. Scar tissue will fade over time, but it isn't quite the same.


Life monuments are an oddity. I know by the power of the gods we reform, but what keeps the memory of how we appear? What determines if it can be changed?


Who said we cannot change our appearance?


New skin, though the scars are still faintly there. New skin, with follicles of hair sprouting from within. New skin, giving way to new life.

Nih Betodaru posted @ 15:01 - Link - comments

Wednesday, 13 August 2014

There is something I have thought about often, the day that I threw Cenny into the lake.

I wasn't aware he couldn't swim, and at the moment it was simply a joke on him. When he started floundering... his head falling under the water... The water was splashing onto the deck, but he wasn't making any progress towards us. Isolde, I believe, was there with us. She helped him out. I just stood there, staring down at Cenny.


We've spoken about it a few times since it happened, and I believe I've apologized for it... Even then, I still feel this measure of guilt within me. What if he had died? Even if he reformed at the monument, how would he ever speak to me again?

I live with my guilt, but many live with their hatred. They will not move on past their hatred, and I cannot let go of my guilt...

Seems we are all drowning.
Nih Betodaru posted @ 09:59 - Link - comments

Saturday, 09 August 2014

I forgot how peaceful my mountain was. I also forgot of the centaurs encroaching further up the slopes.

I lost the dagger that Nyx put her initials in, I hope she doesn't take offense. It was a sign of friendship, at least our forging the foundation of which.

Lox talks to much, we are just over two weeks into this journey and I am already considering having an accident occur.

My only reprieve is when I leave to hunt. Then nature swallows me, the shadows comfort me. I can almost see the glow and feel the cool warmth from it once again.

Nih Betodaru posted @ 09:58 - Link - comments

Thursday, 07 August 2014
First Nights.

Rumors prevail of a man... Hm. No, I cannot say, lest Lox stumbles across this journal and sees our path. Surely, though a valiant man, he will turn and return to that which he has known all his life.

It has been nearly a week since we set out. I have yet to become accustomed to the smell of the Bos. Fortunately, he seems to understand that and stays back several paces.

Our journey started off simple enough, though he vanished the first night. As if I wouldn't notice. Nothing escapes my attention, but for now I will not punish him. He obviously didn't sleep at all as he had to rush to wherever he went, and back before morning light. Surely that is punishment enough. I did not allow him to shirk from his duties, and he did not complain.

Our first leg of the journey has taken us to the mountains south of Caern where I have stored several important items. Hopefully they will be valued enough by the man for him to give me the secret I seek.

Darkness is upon us, and it is time to hunt.
Nih Betodaru posted @ 21:23 - Link - comments

Tuesday, 05 August 2014

It is here, the marc of my departure.

I only told two goodbye, seems fitting.

Kaballoi the Accomplished, someone I do not know well at all. Actually, I would say I do not know her versus barely knowing her. She is the leader of the Vanguard, and hosted a contest, of which I was able to attend. She slipped by me and dropped a small pouch in my pack. As she departed, I caught eye of her, and noticed the pack was slightly ajar. Finding the pouch, quickly, I opened it and within was the most wondrous gift, fitting indeed.

A Fine Fossilized shark tooth - color a deep umber and ridges worn down over time, though still displaying how sharp the tooth was long ago - was strung on a fine black cord.

Of course I wear it now, and will continue to do so. Such a gift is rare, and a person kind enough to give a gift this lovely - even more so. I am not sure why she gave it to me, but I will not complain.
Nih Betodaru posted @ 07:34 - Link - comments

Monday, 04 August 2014
Rings and Words.

I finally got rid of the diamond ring.

I was given a Brass Ring by someone for a reason I do not recall. It was well taken care of. Foolishly I gave it to another to watch while I'm away. This turn, I took it back and gave a promise instead.

Achelle has adored me since we met, and though I've told her the feelings are not mutual, she persists. I have given her the promise of thinking of her feelings while I'm away and weighing them. Should I find them valuable, I will allow myself to reciprocate. Otherwise, I shall remain as I am now - Alone. Hardened. Above the petty notion of love.

Beyond such trivial matters, my dice were delivered. Exquisite specimens, they are.

My journey is to begin soon, and playing dice with Lox will make the marcs pass by quicker.
Nih Betodaru posted @ 16:33 - Link - comments