Jagged-edged parchment lays compressed between two pieces of shark hide, bound together by a cord of the same grey hide.
Friday, 31 October 2014
I think there was more wealth in that courtyard in a select few, myself included, than there is in the entire population of Valorn combined. Some have asked me how I have gathered such a large amount of coin. I usually laugh politely and answer them with a vague statement of business.
In the end, I gained what I desired:
The Weathered mountain cloak and the letter opener. Lucius joked of me having many letters to open; the truth of the matter is, I do. Much of my business is done through courier, and what finer way to open a note from a collector than with an object designed specifically for it?
There were two items on the docket I had not expected. A meal with T'yandra and a meal with the High Queen herself.
At this point, I had not the coin to spend as much of it is dedicated to certain business transactions, and so Kade won the bid for the Queen. Afterwards, though, I was able to trade a drink for the meal. Dragondance Dream, one of seven known to exist in the world. The opportunity to dine with the High Queen meant more to me than even the rarest of drinks, and after a bit of finagling, I was 7000 plat richer and a meal was to be had.
In the end, the amount of coin raised must be more than expected. Hojo seemed a bit shocked, if the man can express another emotion besides that grunt, at the plat thrown around yesterturn. Especially over things like socks and pt gear!
It was a nice experience, and I hope the Crown holds more auctions soon. We could fund every project in Valorn is they do.
Thursday, 30 October 2014
I have collected quite a bit of coin from those that owed it to me, sold several items off, and even went so far as to farm for coin. Of course, this is all overkill, I am not hard-pressed for riches, and this turn's auction will go quite nicely for me, I believe.
There are numerous items I desire to possess, but only one in particular that I will be certain to obtain, regardless of how much it costs me.
The attire is to be formal, and so I have created my own set. It cost me little in both coin and time.
Now to wait.
Sunday, 26 October 2014
Fireblade, leader and friend.
Kind, considerate, humble.
Example to all.
Cody, one of the greatest people I've met. He told me before I departed to chase a rumor that I had a place in his guild, a home, if I sought it. When I returned, it was the first place I went. Since my joining to SR, I've found solitude and a welcoming family. Cody was kind enough to build out a kitchen I designed. Then! For our contest, he decorated the kitchen! A wonderful act.
Roar, my Starfish, Roar loudly.
Mine. Always. Yours, too.
Truly, words cannot express the gratitude I have towards this woman. From the moment we met as she was ordering a dress to be tailored to her, to the roar that shook the cottage, shook me, shook her. Every moment since then has been smooth and welcomed. There is so much for us to know of each other, even with the secrets we've each revealed. She is mine, and I am hers. Our Shackles, bracelets truly, each state the same word, "Mine." It is a reminder that we are slaves to each other, and that our actions are never to harm the other.
Emmy, A selfless Rogue.
Seeking to better others.
Lost in her own thoughts.
Commands given. Commands fought. Commands followed. Who knew when, in my darker nights, I commanded this unruly rogue that we would be kin. She my sister, I her brother; clothed in the true profession. Though I have left the Cloth, the shadows keep us connected. Though distance keep us apart, our circumstances always bring us together. She is a true friend, truer than so many others.
Battle Cleric, 'Chelle.
Surpassing all my lessons,
My greatest student.
Three I have taken to the temple. Two that refuse to claim me as their sponsor, begrudgingly maybe. Achelle is the greatest of the three. Most willing to prove herself, quickest to push herself, always seeking to please a stubborn teacher.
To those, forgotten:
Shadows keep you, watch, listen
hear words of wisdom.
So many that could have been named. They will know their worth in due time.
Friday, 24 October 2014
The contest wasn't what I had hoped. Only five participants. Fortunately, as I'm giving all the gifts and prizes from my own pocket, it will save me quite a bit of treasure and coin with such a small number. Cody did give one item, but I paid him for it; quite a bit more than it was worth, too. There were quite a few people that showed up, though, and it appears many had enjoyed themselves.
In the end, that is all I can hope for.
Beyond that, there is little else going on. Banditos here and there, though I've not found one I could engage in combat. Fall Fest is still in the early stages and looks as if it will be one of the most memorable.
Thursday, 23 October 2014
I was hesitant on going to their guildhall. Hesitant on attending their Haunted House. Hesitant on attempting any sort of civility with them.
While certain events occurred as I thought they would, I found that I truly enjoyed the haunted house. The members of the Nocturnal Hand, if anything, are clever and capable of delivering the best entertainment around. From their Carnival to this Fall Fest, they are always able to be counted upon to make the times enjoyable, especially in ones as bleak and drear as the present age.
Elen accompanied the group. She was the first to meet the monument. Twice. I am not quite sure if she ever made it past that second room.
This turn is our Cooking contest. Cody, Elenoire, and I are the judges. I'm hoping for a good turn out. I've gathered quite a bit of prizes and gifts to hand out as people cook.
We shall see...
Tuesday, 21 October 2014
Salt and Water.
The scent of salt hangs in the air around us, even now nights past our return. I, of course, bathed immediately upon our return. I cannot tolerate being filthy. She may not know this, but I change our pillows and furs out regularly; leaving them to burn with the vile reminders of savages and dogs. Fortunately, there is an elderly woman in Milltown that makes the same exact pillow, at least in pattern and design, that I can purchase more from. I wonder if her vision has left her, or if she is merely disinclined to attempt a new look for her plush goods.
After visiting her family, I've found attempting to recall my own on a few quiet occasions. It seems to creep up on me, the memories. I notice soon enough and dispel the thoughts from my mind, choosing to focus, instead, upon that which matters most to me now.
Keeping a starfish alive out of the salt and the water.
Sunday, 19 October 2014
The tale of the Long Goodbye.
It was a brisk morning; dew still rested upon the blades of grass trimming the walking path. Two bags made of a heftier fabric laid on the grass just to the side of the stone pathway. Trinkets. Nothing of any actual value, at least nothing that would fetch a few coin. Together we stood there, silently glancing to each other, then her parents, then James and Stephanie, then back to each other. Finally, Henley came trotting along; tongue hanging out of his mouth, rolling around on this blackened gums.
It was almost as if there was a collective sigh of relief. I threw Elenoire a quick glance and made a face that screamed "I told you!"
With that, we said our goodbyes and finally made way to the ship to take us home again.
Unfortunately, it is a different ship for our return voyage. I really had hoped to speak to the Captain once again.
Saturday, 18 October 2014
Dead Hands and Long Nights.
If there is one thing I am equally pleased with as I am disgusted by, it is the lack of feeling in my hands. Having dealt with this...condition...for so long, I've learned some tricks to make it work to my advantage. While I still get burned, cut, harmed in some manner, I have the unique ability to accomplish something and not suffer for it.
Of course, nothing that extreme has occurred in a long time. No, not that extreme. I was helping Victoria with a window she wanted for Henry in the study. She mentioned how he always ranted about needing the extra light, but as the years carried them into the later times of life it was never accomplished. I made mention of my youthful experiences in Caern, and the use of those skills since then, and I could tell there was something on her mind. She waited until Henry had left the room before springing her task upon me.
A window to the heavens. It wasn't unheard of and really not that difficult to do; however I offered a more special device, one that wouldn't need repairing or replacing of glass. Intrigued, she asked what exactly I meant and so I took a few marcs and drew out a design for her. It was a bit more complex than she anticipated, but I assured her it would work. (I've recorded the designs in the appendix with the other crafts and armors) It took a few turns to complete, but the study now has a steady source of light throughout the day, and the option to burn a fire in a single place that will light the room nearly as effectively as the 'rifter.
Truthfully, creating the lantern that was ignited by a cord on a wall inside the house was the hardest part. It had to have enough give to cause a spark when pulled, but not so much that it wouldn't reset after each strike. The oil is set with a reverse pump, so they can fill a reservoir in the study, pump a lever a few times and it would fill the basin. Oil would then drip into a smaller chamber that had a large wick to absorb the oils and burn safely. The striker, a simple set of flint and steel won't need replacing for some time.
I'm not sure how we managed to complete this renovation without Henry finding out, but Victoria assured me that she had her ways of keeping him distracted. She mentioned something about a gardening and promises made...
Anyway, to resume the original topic, I have several busted knuckles from the fitting of the window into their roof and sealing the area from the elements; nothing that won't heal in a few turns, I'm sure.
I haven't seen Henley in awhile, hopefully he doesn't turn up dead. I'm sure Elenoire will suspect that I had a hand in his demise.
Seems it is time to go to the Study and see if Henry notices the changes...
Thursday, 16 October 2014
We arrived to her homeland and it has been quite a whirlwind of activity since then.
First, I'm saddened I did not have another opportunity to speak with the Captain. Perhaps on our return voyage.
Her family doesn't seem as... Unique... as Elenoire. Henry is indeed quite aged, but that hasn't stopped him from attempting to sell me trinkets that he's picked up from here and there. The home isn't exactly what I was expecting; however, it is much more impressive than the dilapidated shack I called home in Caern. His vision seems to be lacking in his later years, but that hasn't stopped him from catching glimpses of the bracelets we wear as shackles. I wonder how long it will be before he asks about them.
Victoria, Elen's mother, hasn't stopped raving about James and Stephanie. How nice of a bonding it was, pestering Elen on when she'll make the same commitment and if the man she will ultimately bond is similar to James at all. I sit back and watch with a smile along my lips as this all takes place. It is quite nice seeing her in her home, with people she knows. There are certain nuances you regain when around family, and hers are quite... nice.
So far, the promise of Henley surviving our trip has been a light burden to bear. The dog and I had one encounter and he hasn't been back since. I think I might have scared him! Poor thing. He wouldn't taste good anyway, not now at least.
Well, it is about time the evening meal is made and I've volunteered to do so. Mallard, split and stuffed with local herbs and greens. I wonder how they'll take to eating off of a partially feathered bird.
Wednesday, 15 October 2014
I never thought someone could sleep so much; not to mention, so soundly!
I had anticipated the voyage to her home to be full of laughs and story weaving; however, all she has done is sleep. I brought dice to entertain myself and it seems to have captured the attention of some of the crew. We've begun wagering and I'm rather pleased that I've come out on top... most of the time. The men of the ship speak with a thicker accent than my ears are used to, but coin is coin and we all speak that fluently.
We should reach her homeland soon, after that I'm not sure what we'll do. She hasn't told me much more than the names of her family members.
Late last evening I wandered up to the Captain's cabin and we had a nice discussion of the seas. I recounted to him my story about the Admiral's ghost in the Lighthouse south of Dundee and he seemed to enjoy it, even if he didn't know what some of the words meant. He told me of his family, all lost to the unforgiving seas of time. A beautiful wife; slender and noble in birth. There was a sadness in his eyes as he told me of way she would scrunch her nose up at the mere mention of the ocean.
She loved the man, that much was evident, but she did not love the tempestuous waters that laid claim to so many over the years. Having loved the Captain, she was abandoned by her wealthy family. Without the means to support her, the man returned to sea to earn his wages in the shipping lanes. Each winter he would come home to her; but just as the air grew cold and the tree limbs brittle, so did she.
Several years swept by, each one leaving a heavier ache in his heart to stay with her, until one late winter morning she woke with the uneasiness and sickness that would trouble her only when she was on the deck of a swaying ship. With child, she was, he exclaimed as the sadness in his eyes burned away with a bright fiery sense of pride. He told me of the first few years of their son's life, how the love of his youth became gaunt and sickly. They would picnic on the shoreline and he would recount tales of brave men that served with him, then as the 'rifter would set, he would pick her up in his arms and carry up to their cottage along the shore. It was the home he built with his own hands.
Her distaste for the sea was slowly ebbing away with each step her son would take towards the water. She knew, he admitted in a quiet voice, that one day the sea would claim their only child, but not for the dark deeps below. No, he would be claimed by the seas to be its master, to charge across its roaring waves as a man just as resolute, and knuckleheaded, as his father. Until then, she was thankful that the sea turned him away, into her waiting wilting arms.
She died a few weeks before the boy's fifth birthday. The boy, a year later.
Just over a decade the man had with his wife, half of that stolen by the seas, and six years of joy with his son. He spent the next five in the bottom of a glass, drinking away the pain and hatred he felt towards the gods for taking the one light that always brought him home.
By that point in his story, the 'rifter had started to rise over the horizon and the First Officer was calling out the next shift.
I'm not sure what brought him back to sea, or what made him never touch the drink again, he didn't say and I didn't ask; however, I think he is searching for her, for them, for the day the sea finally takes him and he can go home one last time, never to leave again, never to be without their warmth, their laughter, their love, again.
Tuesday, 14 October 2014
Seems that way. Elenoire and I are going to visit her family for about a quarter-cycle.
Henry, an old man it sounds like, used to be a merchant. Victoria, her mother. That will be the real test. No, the real test is Henley. He is ancient and without teeth. How a dog like that survives is beyond me.
"Henley shall survive the week, unscathed." Her words brought a sharkish grin to my lips.
I usually am not nervous for anything; however, in this case, I worry that I'll do or say something that will cause issues with her family. I told her that I'm thankful for the bonding of Stephanie and James, for how else would I have her to myself?
I'm looking forward to every moment of it.
Wednesday, 08 October 2014
I find myself often wondering where the Shadows have gone. Where are the voices in the night that reveal to me their secrets?
Monday, 06 October 2014
"Poor, Worn Nih."
I feel it. Something is there just out of view. It is like the word on the tip of the tongue, ready to be spoken but unable to be utilized.
Something is coming and it will rage longer than anything before. I feel it. It is too quiet, too calm, too peaceful, too... easy.
"Poor, Worn Nih."
She states this often and I'm starting to believe them. I have vast riches and treasures, but I am still poor. My body has been brutally destroyed numerous times and it wears on my heart, my mind, my soul. I seek value, I seek a place to prove I'm worth the breath I take, but nothing...
**The rest of the words on the page are blotted out with ink.**
Friday, 03 October 2014
I spent time in the Room of Contemplation in Caer. I was surprised by how impoverished the castle seems to be; however, I approve of it. I may attire myself in lavish clothing, spend an exorbitant amount of coin on treasures, rare foods and drinks, and useless trinkets, but ultimately it all means nothing.
When the Queen allowed adventurers to see further into her home I spent quite a bit of time cleaning up the herb garden and well north of the kitchens. This was the first occasion I spent a great deal of time in another part of the castle, besides the Great Hall and Throne Room.
I questioned the statues, I poured my thoughts out before the effigies of the gods. Nothing. They did not answer my cries for guidance. They did not offer some sort of sign they were listening. Achelle spoke with her apprentice, later informing me of the conversation, and the apprentice asked how can one be a Cleric without faith. When Achelle recounted the conversation, I snorted derisively. I do not have faith in the gods. I know they exist, I know they are powerful, but I do not trust them to come to my aid as they do for others (be it with blessings or physically manifesting before me).
Having faith in others is a difficult thing for me. Having spent the majority of my life away from other humans, it is a strange concept to accept their assistance in doing daily tasks; however, the Queen stated I need to prove I can rely on others, and that they can rely on me. Even before her words, I have undertaken that challenge. I've given away more coin in the last few cycles than I have ever in my life, besides when contributing for the tunnel extension. Cody mentioned he was farming, simply gave him 4,000 plat. Not a large sum, but clearly more than what he had; more than what many have.
Poverty. Such a vile thing.
Wednesday, 01 October 2014
Just as I explained to the Courier, to no avail, and to the authorities, also to no avail, my papers were not a forgery.
After a few turns of squabbling, threats, and coin exchanged, my papers were found to be completely legitimate. Hopefully I will not have to put out any more coin for this ridiculous issue.