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The Book of Change
Monday, 13 April 2015
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Coin in hand, I went to visit the tallyman as I do every few cycles. But he would not accept the plat. My repeated pleas fell on deaf ears as he turned away, pretending to busy himself with other work.

I've had to put aside for now the armour that Denion made, and also much of my other equipment. However I found a parchment that mentioned other gear I can still use, though with nowhere near the effectiveness I have become used to. Fartown, Milltown, Ryndall, Caern - it seemed there was quite a journey in store in order to get hold of what I can use. And immediately I ran into the first obstacle. The tallyman has closed the ferries to me, changed the locks of the doors to UnderValorn so it's not possible to traverse those so-familiar tunnels that have served me well over time. It's always been my belief that one should be as self-sufficient as possible but now, for the first time in many cycles of the 'rifter, I needed help just to get to Fartown. Fortunately the cannon was kind to me once business there was done, and it dropped me just outside the portal to Ryndall. Again, once I bought what I needed I could take the portal to Milltown, then walk to Dundee. Pausing only for healing I made my way to Caern, arriving rather wet to find the last item on my shopping-list.

I've helped many make their way around the lands, opening hatches and doors for them. Perhaps not for those specific enchanters who have helped me these past few turns, and to whom I owe my thanks, but the principle is the same. The enchanters assist me, and they in turn will have been helped by others, others who perhaps I have aided in their travels. And so long as this spirit of co-operation and comradeship endures we can stand strong as we defend this place we call home.

So, for now, what to do? I fear that training may be out of the question. Creatures I've been used to despatching almost without a thought now leave me half dead before finally falling to my blades. Many places I can not visit, others I can not reach unaided. I've found a place where I can farm, after a fashion, though it involves a lot of running around between my chosen spot and a nearby healer. The exercise will do me good, no doubt! And at least I can feel that I am still useful as I get rid of a few seadwellers.

Someone asked if the current setbacks will stop me from attempts to defend the lands. The answer is no. It may not be possible for me to fight as effectively as usual, to take on the creatures I habitually fight, but that won't stop me. And no, don't misunderstand: I'm no hero, I don't put myself forward as an example of what one should do under adversity. I'm a rogue of the lands, no different from many others. And I'm blessed (or cursed) with a streak of stubbornness that doesn't let me stop trying to do what I do, and to keep on doing it.