Friday, 25 March 2011 at 10:03

Yet again, it has been a while since I picked up this journal. Mostly I have reserved my quill for other things over the past time. I have read a lot of old scriptures of Elvadosh and Xanthias. Old reports of a bloody battle. Fragments barely remembered. Pushed away to be replaced by happier thoughts. Even after all these years it is difficult for those few Kimaldians who have survived to relive what happened to our once beautiful kingdom. My own memories are vague - I was but a child and must admit I don't remember anything about the battle at all. On the other hand I wasn't near the city, a fact that probably saved my life, since most of the fighting took place there.

Even the smallest things seem to be able to have a large influence on our life. Life or death, divided by mere seconds, it seems. Cory knows why?

Iron Knight Purazon

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Monday, 24 August 2009 at 11:11

My young apprentice seems to be growing. Not just in strength of arms. But more and more she'll gain the attitude of a warrior. The wish to protect, the firm resolve in the face of danger one calls courage, the balance between acting and reacting, offense and defense, the patience one must have to stand on guard or to wait for the right time to strike and the attitude to be ready for anything, come what may. I believe the last lesson will prove no problem for her. After that, she must complete her task for master Randahl. And after that, a visit to the temple cannot be far of.

Iron Knight Purazon

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Tuesday, 28 July 2009 at 04:01

The High Cleric stooped as he entered the square and a crowd quickly gathered under the watchful eye of T'yandra Stallheart. There were two matters his Holiness wished to discuss.

First he addressed the increasing concern of certain adventurers regarding the sea dweller attacks and their new outpost near Kilican. Apparently T'yandra has studied some recent reports and has come to the conclusion that the sea dwellers indeed pose a real threat to Valorn and that they may have been underestimated in the past. On needs to be careful on the shores. T'yandra seems to expect an increasing frequency of Sea Dweller attacks.

Secondly His Holiness spoke of one of his visions. An unimaginable terror coming from the Dead Zone. Dark and Vile. The High Cleric trembled as he spoke of it, and for a moment it seemed as if he would fall. But he drew strength from T'yandra's support. The vision seemed to call forth strong emotions for His Holiness. Nevertheles, he could not name the danger. We should prepare and be watchful for any ill omens.
Whatever it is, I've allready started grinding my axe.

I hope the High cleric is well, his health seems to be catching up with him. My prayer tonight will go out to him.



Iron Knight Purazon

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Monday, 06 July 2009 at 11:15

More than six years since the first of the Remnants set foot on Valorn. And so they started to look for others who shared the same fate, those who have seen their land perish by the hands of the Evil One. It started out as a way to organise a resistance against evil, as a way to put up a fight. How much has happened over the years, many brothers and sisters have come and gone. Some have just set a foot out the door, never to return, others have chosen to seek their own path, building their own home, with people flocking to their cause. Yet others have stayed and smile as I see their faces as I take a walk through the guild hall.

Through the years the guild has proven to be a solid and secure home for many. A place we all long for, we who have lost our ancient homes so long ago. Home. For me it is the third home I have known, ... and JKD was the 3rd man I could call father, in a way.

So much has happened over the years, good and bad, but I'll never forget it was here that I found training, help when I needed it, brotherhood and support. For an orphan, I can really consider myself blessed by the Gods.

Iron Knight Purazon

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Monday, 22 June 2009 at 10:59

Today I stayed in the upper room of Dundee inn. It was peaceful and quiet there, near the fire. It allowed me to spend some time to think. Various things needed attention. And while checked the straps on my armour-plate and retrieved the armour polish from my pack, my thoughts travelled through many places:


- JKD, wise old friend, careful leader. I miss your guidance. How I admire your ability to explain things with a few simple words and a gesture, while I allways seem to need a flood of words to make myself clear. I hope your travels are going well.

- Dear One. It seems an eternity since we saw each other. However, I still feel as near as ever. There is no worry there.

- From the tower at Strifegorge I look out over the east during te nights. Despite the warmth Sunrifter grants during the dayn the nights still seem chilly there. However, for now all seems more or less quiet. No large armies approach under the demon banner.

- The guild is nearing its 6th birthday. We are about to start our 7th year. So many memories. I seem to see the shimmering reflection of familiar faces in the polished armour plates. Friends old an new. How is it that it allways makes me reflect on my own actions. If they were to return, would they be surprised to find me here or would they not.

Well. It is time for me to don my pauldrons again. It was good to write in this journal again, even if the thoughts seem random and disorganised, it may help me to find some order between them.

Iron Knight Purazon

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Tuesday, 31 March 2009 at 14:05

Where to begin? The rumours seemed to have some truth in them after all. Bandits! Who would have thought. Anyway, despite the fact there had been seen bandits running away in the night, we had no proof. Also we didn't knew what they were up to. To find out more information about the bandit identities and plans, we asked others to be extra vigilant in the areas surrounding the forest. Asking them to report anything suspicious. Soon reports came in. Several people had been seen 'acting suspicious'. However, there was no real proof of banditism. A lot of suspicions, but no real proof. Frustrating as it was, there was not much else to do than to wait untill something solid would arise. And then finally, the word came. I wasn't around at the moment, but this is how the word came to me.

A girl named Pauline had been found. She had earlier been reported being looking carefully around town and even a bit overly defensive if one would approach. But now she was found wounded by Brisingr and Willow Landry. Apparently willow healed her injuries, and by doing so, gained her trust. As she did her story, it appeared that she was threathened and wounded by the cutlass of a person she referred to as Merry and who was dressed in bearskin. Apparently Pauline stumbled in upon a conversation stumbled in on a conversation between this Merry and an man who has been described as rather smelly and wearing tattered and torn clothing, wearing a ratskin hat. They had maps and seemed to be discussing some building, but apparently that was the moment they noticed Pauline. After being wounded and threathened the poor lass was terrified of everyone. I guess we can only be thankfull for Willow Landry being able to calm her down, so that she did her tale.

Anyway, now we have a lead. All that is left now is the capture of this Merry-person Some people are making plans for the capture as I am writing this down. I wish I could help, but it seems better for Iron Knights to stay out of sight, as we're rather noticable. Our presence might keep the bandits away.

Iron Knight Purazon

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Friday, 13 March 2009 at 11:11

I must admit I'm tired. The nightly patrols seem to take their toll. All seems clear. Maybe the rumour is just a rumour. "More than demons stalk the nights". It gives me an uneasy feeling during the nights as we were told to be extra vigilant. However, thus far no news and nothing suspicious. This doesn't mean we must cease to be vigilant though. Patience, as I have teached several apprentices is one of the highest virtues. The true warrior will learn when to strike, and when to guard. This is a time where we must guard and keep our eyes open. Even if their seems to be no real proof of any dark actions, we must have patience, for as time travels on it's endless path it will reveal all things on the way. We must continue investigations and above all, keep our eyes open. Let all the poison that lurks in the mud hatch out!

Iron Knight Purazon

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Thursday, 05 March 2009 at 11:51

My last entry seems to have brought me back in time. I have been thinking of my past for quite a bit these last few days.
From my first steps out of the monastery, sent on a pilgrimage, till this day, I have met so many people on my path who have in some way forged me to the man I am now, influencing my own steps on the way.

Lord Dagobert, my dear mentor, guide, friend, cleric. The guidance, generosity and friendship you have given me shall never be forgotten. I have always had the feeling you are still watching over me in one way or another. Sometimes I even have the feeling you are standing by my side when the battle is tough or when evil seems to stretch its dark hand towards me. Your staunch defiance against evil, your kind hand and iron will have been an example to me ever since you first addressed me, a stranger on the streets of Dundee.

Boisterous One, Harmonia, sponsor, teacher, warrior. Your lessons for me have been like water to a flower. No more pleasure can a warrior enjoy than to receive the blade of his teacher. I have come a long way since then. An unsure student, still doubting the path he had chosen, you’ve taught me how to speak up. Your confidence in your own abilities have always been a guiding light.

Mordkar, dauntless shovel-carrying rogue. Fun-loving, maybe a bit mad, but never dull. You dragged me along on so many adventures. Oh, how care-free I was in those days. It definitely was the period in my life with the most laughs. And though I’ve taken a path of duty now, I Iook back upon those days with much fondness. You’d be amazed if you saw me now, glinting armour and all, and without a doubt come up with a witty joke about it. I still have visions of that angry rogue chasing the young warrior across the Endless Desert, shovel raised high and ready to strike.

My lord Deek, my King, caring for all, example to all, never never forgotten. You are an inspiration for all. With a heavy burden - the fate of the Valorn – upon your shoulders, you always acted with care and for the benefit for all your people. It is your sense of duty that I attempt to live up to. I never forgot the vow I made to you, my King.

There, I believe these where the persons who influenced me most when I was a very young warrior. A lot has happened since those days. It is odd though, how many memories the presence of a simple well can trigger.


Iron Knight Purazon

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Monday, 02 March 2009 at 05:40

The well I saw in Shieldwall's garden reminded me of my past. As a young orphan, I had the luck to be brought to the monastery and they were kind enough to provide me all things necessary to survive and even educate me. It wasn't allways easy though. Being in the monastery meant following strict rules and to take absolute care in every task, every action, every move. And so I remember being called to the Abbot for punishment after spilling water from one of the heavy buckets I had to carry from the well to the kitchen. I remember the rod strokes all too well, but I must admit I never spilt a drop of water again.
To strive for perfection in one's actions, to take care in everything one does, it is a lesson hard to learn. Nevertheless it causes me to reflect not only but also after my actions. Should I have done things another way. Should I do things in another way in the future.

As I think back of the well it makes me wonder wether I should be more strict to the young initiate under my care, so that they can learn the lesson to strive for care and perfection in their actions as well?

Iron Knight Purazon

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Monday, 23 February 2009 at 08:44

Last week the Blue Knight introduced me to a farmer boy who wanted to become a warrior. He seems quite intriguing. Sunweathered face, farmer hat, a rather funny smell and shoddy ill-repaired armor made me wonder if he knew what he was getting himself into. Becoming a warrior is more than just wielding a large weapon and clobber your opponents to death. It requires preparation, patience, courage and balance among other things. Nevertheless this young farmboy shows some sort of firm resolve and dedication despite the shoddy looks.

Now it appears someone has taken him to the temple, as I saw him walking proudly through merchant lane carrying a rather large warrior broadsword by his side. Now, I remember my first swings with a broadsword, as it was quite an adjustment from the smaller swords I had wielded before. Arms tend to tire more quickly when they have to swing larger weights, so I quickly learned to carry a backup weapon. I went to the smithy and bought a dagger for him to use in dire circumstances. It is an extra weapon, it is light and one can always carry one at his side. Granted, a dagger will not be of much use fighting against a mountain troll, but it is still better than nothing and can be used outside of combat as well, as a useful tool. He accepted the gift with gratitude. I hope it will serve him well.

Iron Knight Purazon

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