Seline's Journal pg 4
Artur dismissed the acolyte, then turned to
me..."You sure you wish to do this...you know ..you may never be able to
return? he asks Yes, Lord Artur.I answered.."Well, then....Of you.. I know
your loyalty to Her and the City are Unquestioned...your skill..altho not
the best in either Spell or Sword is more so than most when combined..
so your chances of success are good...are your affairs in order? I was
floored..."Now, you want me to go now.? but what of..well.. "You seem to
hesitate...are you not sure this is what you wish to do" Artur said.I answered
"I am ready..but just surprised that you would decide so quick" . Artur
answered "The decision was made much earlier..the waiting was formalities...and
proving it to the Others." If you are ready? I nodded and then he took
a box from his desk, marked with the seal of the church but slightly different,
altho I could not really see how because of the way he held it. "Come then"
and he led me to a small alcove with a simple alter. He placed the box
on the floor and muttered a few strange words...Suddenly it opened and
a bright light flared from it shimmering before us. With Mystra's grace...If
you are truely ready..step into the light..and good luck" were his parting
words...and so I did... I awoke naked, on the floor of a chapel, with a
cleric standing before me. Looking around, I spied some meager clothes
and a trainer sword..quickly I put them on I found a young dwarf who told
me 'Welcome to Mudschool" Directory is just north..."MudSchool"...what
was this all about?" I wondered. Off I went to find answers.. Very quickly
I found that the portal must have done something else to me besides transport
..Critters I had dispatched without thinking were beating the living daylights
out of me.. and all but the most minor of spells..had slipped my mind....I
knew them...just the how of casting them..I just couldn't do...like that
poor fellow in the arena.. I determined to relearn all I could as fast
as I could... muttering a prayer to Mystra, I devoted my time to spell
and sword...
Seline's journal pg 3
Following Day...interviews.. After reviewing
the daily reports from the day before..making sure the commander of the
west and his fellows were in good hands..kept to busy to get any more silly
ideas..I went to the interview.. and was told I would be sent for...really
now...that clerk of his has some nerve...ahh well but he is only doing
his job...least im close by.. Morning passed...had lunch...reviewed spell
books..no notice from Artur.. Afternoon...left message with office squire
I would be back in 2 hours and made rounds...returned..still no message
from Artur...ahh well must have chosen someone else told squire I would
be with Weaponsmaster, went down and vented a bit..broke 3 wooden swords,
1 shield and sent 4 to the infirmary...but felt better.. Returned to office...still
no note..sigh.. Life goes on...guess it's back to normal for me..and hope
the one that was chosen has Her blessing....hmm...haven't been there for
a bit other than normal perhaps... went to the Soldiers Chapel, bit more
private..less acolytes wandering about all the time...said a prayer asking
for Her Blessings on the one chosen and decided to relax a bit. Dragondale,
the Cornerstones,,my fellow officers...the dwarven miners..the rare visits
by the elven ones...all these memories passed thru my mind. All this I
would be giving up..and for what? To defend against some unnamed danger
from a place even the Cornerstones don't know exist..? Yet, that is what
I do..best...this office junk bores me..the last week of fighting made
me feel alive again...ahh If only in Your Grace you might see it fit..
*a noise, behind and left* Standing and raising my sword as if for Her
blessing I looked in the reflection from the blade..*just an acolyte* Muttering
a quick "Thankyou" to Her, I turned and sheathed my sword. "Commander Seline,
Artur will see you now"..He turned and led me to a Artur's main office
and inside.
Seline's journal pg 3
After this day was over there were only 2 others
that still wanted to go to the arena and try for Artur's mission...my plan
had worked..My troops would renew their training, and no matter what happened
the House of Mystra would be safe. Day of the Arena Contest..what a mess...children
barely out of the crib to old senile soldiers trying for one last chance
of personal redemption.. It must have been a good thing I had spoken to
Artur...as I was escorted to an area with those near my skill..5 of them
to be exact..First skill with sword was tested beat 3 lost to 1 one draw...both
too tired to continue.. After a 3 hour break...back at it...combat spell
only..lost to 2 of the ones that I had defeated before soundly thrashed
one..and the the last was a tie..neither had any magic spells left.. one
had dropped out..the third that I had thrashed in sword we were told to
return the following day for the final test...spell and sword. After resting
and preparing myself showed up bright and early to get the lay of how things
looked...started against 5 ..down to 4 day before..hmmm Not too surprisingly
only 3 showed...Later I was told our area looked like a Mystrian Holiday!...at
the end..was one other fellow and myself..who were told to report to Artur
for further interviewing I returned to the House and cleaned up..after
a small celebration my officers threw for me..seems some of them had made
a bundle betting and wanted to share thier fortunes..I left that party
early as I knew I still had preparing to do
Seline's Journal pg 2
Returning to my quarters, I called for a meeting
with my lead officers We discussed this situation and selected our most
capable junior officers to have duty that day while those of us that desired
went to the tryout I also convened a Senior Officer Training session -
to give us that were going to attempt this mission a fighting chance, on
the following day. Then dismissing my Officers to continue with their duties,
and prepare I set about readying myself..My weapons I knew were ready but
spell components..and spare items needed.. I spent most of the day - that
I could gathering scrolls, and potions and reviewing my spellbooks. Day
of our training session - Guess my weaponsmaster has a bit of training
to do. As Leader I accepted the first challenge..and as my bragging commander
of the West tripped over his tounge with his spells..I disarmed him and
put my dagger to his throat. He gave up readily...but then as I let him
go..he screamed NOW and 4 of his fellows on the west charged in. *guess
the west guards are a bit bored, it is the safest side. will have to modify
the rotation a bit* I slapped him hard with the side of my sword knocking
him senseless and spun, flinging one dagger into the leg of the closest
attacker. *nice hit disableing yet not killing* and then triggered a stored
spell in one of my rings which mired them in webs of weave altho this did
not stop them, it did give me the chance to select my strikes a bit easier.
and soon after they were also disarmed and sent back to thier studies...
+ Seline's Journal pg1
This is the personal journal of Seline deMystra,
Commander of the Temple Guard, House of Mystra, Dragondale. If any find
it ..please return to the Church of Mystra, who is beseached to return
it to Her House. Finally found a merchant who sold journals! Now to bring
things up to date. 4527 DR 2nd of Tarksakh (Local) Artur Oakheart, High
Lord of Mysteries, House of Mystra and Cornerstone of Dragondale posted
notes throughout the town requesting assistance.in reguard to a concern
of the Cornerstones and the House Mastery of Spell and Sword a must. Payment
to be determined by capablity - Minimum 1000p per month stipend to family
left behind. Tryouts to be preformed at Pythor's Arena The previous note
came across my desk and since most of my senior officers were clamoring
to go, I thought it wisest to see what this was all about. I sent for and
recieved an appointment with High Lord Artur who infomed me that in response
to a vision he had it was necessary to send someone thru a portal created
by a device the Cornerstones had found. The problem...or reason they weren't
going is there was no assurance of returning. and since the vision had
indicated that there might be danger to Dragondale, something had to be
done. Artur also indicated to me that Mastery of Spell and Sword by whomever
was sent were a part of the vision since the dangers were so high. I offered
my services, Since I have proven my skills time and time again, and since
I was still single, I had none to mourn my passing, except for a few of
my fellow officers and men. Artur considered my offer..and said even so,
I also had to prove myself in the arena.
Creation of a Gift [Part 3]
He was sweating heavily, a stray thought of
activating one of the controls crossed his mind. Suddenly, his hand gripped
the side of the table, going white-knuckled. He went limp, knees buckling.
Icehawk collapsed to the floor, drained. The intricate manipulation he
had performed was something even a greater mage could not have stood for
too long. The thump from the body was rewarded with the appearance of Tundra.
/Ah slag, he did it again.../
Tundra quickly padded to a container on one of the tables, his tentacles
softly opening it and withdrawing a glowing yellow crystal. Stalking back
to Icehawk, Tundra places it in Icehawks open hand, laying limp on the
floor. /Hey Ice, squeeze, will ya?/
Tundra waited. No response. He visibly sighed. Bending his head down, he
wrapped his teeth around Icehawks arm. /Im
going to regret this.../ he thought as he
bit down. Icehawks hand closed and squeezed, followed by a yellowish flash.
The light of the flash flowed up Icehawks arm and over the rest of his
body, then slowly sunk into him, dissapating from view. His eyes fluttered
open. Tundra released his arm and stepped back. /You
did it again. I thought you said youd try not to do it so long this time./
"Ah, crap... Yeah, I tried, but it did take
a lot of manipulation." /Yeah,
and youre rewarded with that bump on your head./
"True, but its going to work..."
Creation of a Gift [Part 2]
"Nice..."
Icehawk set the spell crystal back into the holder. Its fusing had been
a success, and he smiled as he begun the next part. Turning to the marked
parts of his spell book and journal, he began to weave his hands again.
As one hand wove the spell of empowering, the other completed the motions
of the telepathy. Icehawk pulled the Weave about the crystal, giving it
the power. A soft blue glow sunk into the crystal, the telepathy empowering
complete. Icehawk wiped sweat from his forehead and reached to turn to
another part of his spell book, the page marked The
detecting of thoughts. Icehawk concentrated
on it, eyes passing over the words for memorization. The quickness of his
reading made it apparent he used the spell once or twice before. He gestured
his hands again, reciting the first parts of the spell, building the magic
energy needed and pulling the Weave with it. As he neared the end of the
spell, he repeated the half-casting, using the empowering to bring the
spell to the crystal. The soft glow again sank into the crystal. Both spells
completed, no hitches so far. Next came the fine tuning, the tiring work.
Icehawk wiped the sweat from his forehead again. True, he was a wizard,
but spell casting drained him, he liked physical labor. The crystallization
system he had devised had solved this problem, he could blow all his energy
at one point, create a bunch of spell-empowered crystals, then rest and
recuperate. He envied the powers of those wizards above his stature, but
none of them could match the amount of spells he could sling using crystals.
Icehawk reached his hands toward the crystal in the holder, weaving with
his fingers and losing himself in the strings of the spells. He pondered
the threads, puzzled at the twines, all analyzing what would serve his
purpose. Finding his enlightenment he began tweaking the Weave about the
spells. Plucking here, pushing there, severing and retying at yet another.
Slowly, he refashioned the intricacies of the spell, bringing them to his
desired result. Satisfied with his modification he withdrew, back away
from the crystal.
Creation of a Gift [Part 1]
"Well, now we
get to work." /Sure,
AFTER you dally
around for hours and sleep til noon.../ Icehawk
glanced over his shoulder at Tundra,
his displacer beast. Tundra
was nonchalantly following him as he headed for his lab, intent to start
work on his newest creation. The blue-white
crystal on Tundra's
collar blinked as he thought-spoke again. /Its
a wonder you get anything done.../ "All
this criticism of laziness coming from a cat?"
/Ill have you know cats are very active./
"When theyre hungry?"
Tundra paused. /Shut up!/
Icehawk chuckled as he waved a hand over the sensor-crystal near the entrance
to the lab, activating the magical light
globes placed
about the rooms ceiling. He sighed, smiling, as he looked about. Lab tables
were scattered about, all kinds of equipment
upon them. A lot of the work on his lab being done himself. The satisfied
smirk he wore spoke of his pleasure with it. "You
gonna assist me then?" Tundra
held up a paw, the crystal blinking. /Does
it look like I'm cut out to assist?/ "Excuses,
excuses..." /Bah!/
Tundra
turned gracefully and stalked back into the rest of the ship. Icehawk donned
his gloves and
goggles, placing
his spell book
upon the table next to his scientific
journal. His exposed fingers danced in the
air as he started his first incantation, calling the first half of the
telepathy spell.
He drew from a draw a small, round sapphire.
Placing it on a holder, he donned a larger glove
and walked to a large storage container on the wall. He carefully opened
the door and reached in, withdrawing a small, glowing
green crystal.
He pulled his goggles
down to protect his eyes from the harsh waves emanating from the crystal.
Cautiously placing the crystal
upon the same holder as the sapphire,
he turned the page on his journal and placed the holder inside a small,
transparent case, hardened for just this purpose. Reading again from the
journal, he spoke the spidery words of magic
and weaved the air about the container. A
harsh light flashed
from the two objects, blinding to the naked
eye,
and sweat was visible upon Icehawks
brow as he forcefully wove them together. The brilliant
forms merged into a round ball, then quite suddenly spiked outward, making
sharp points of a crystal.
When the light
faded, Icehawk removed his goggles and
was rewarded with the sight of a blue-white
crystal much like the one apparent on his collar. He grinned and took it
from the container, taking a magnifying device to it. He smiled even broader,
obviously successful. The first leg of the creation was complete, now for
the next...
The matter between Trenin and Mirage
Mirage has been bought and paid for at the
sum of 40,000 platinum coins by myself, Irvine Tiberious Locke. Mirage
has been subsequently released to her own free will, free of contract at
my judgement. Let this be noted.
A girl wishes to clearify
A young woman unclothed walks to the Market
Square and posts a note by the bount of another it reads as follows: ________________________________________________________
The girl sheena willingly and lovingly gave
herself to Master Trenin. Any attempts to "save her" will only cause her
mental anguish. The girl has come to this land to seek one such as Master.
This nonsense must cease.
Slaver Hunt
Trenin is being charged with being a slaver. Be he a trader of men and
women or simply a man who keeps people enslaved, it makes no difference
and he has been found guilty. He is to be arrested and tried as soon as
he is spotted. Resistance will be dealth with hammer and anvil.
Elrond, Keeper of the Scales
Elrond, Keeper of the Scales
A wistful Dragon's Wish
Dathias and Xeranis were flying high above
the Market Square... Hey Dathias Have you
seen Wynd lately? asked Xeranis suddenly.
No, Why? replied
Dathias as he tried to pull Xeranis's tail in thier game of tag. Stop
That. snapped Xeranis. I
am really worried about her. I
am sure shes fine. replied Dathias and with
a lightning fast movement he pulled Xeranis's tail and flew off. YOUR
IT shouted Dathias. Not
FAIR screamed Xeranis and he flew after Dathias.
Walking the Dungeons
Standing in the middle of nowhere nothing to
be seen that looks fimilar, nothing at all. Dead skeletons all over the
dungeon, coffins all busted open, swords slamed into the ground, bows in
the walls. A evil troll learking at Rockie as he looks around. Rockie decided
to go wander the dungeons, explore them as Rockie did so, he found a chest
that was pad locked shut. Rockie drew his axe and smashed the lock, busted
it. He then opened the chest and suddenly was attacked by 20 Vampire type
creatures. Rockie jolted, ran around killing each and every vampire he
could before his strengh ran out. Rockie then got so weak he couldn't walk
anymore and he just laid on the floor dead tired, feel asleep. After about
two hours of sleeping on the ground Rockie suddenly woke, jolted real fast,
said "Where am i?", He then remembered he was walking in a dungeon lost.
He was fed up with all the Evilness
that was around in that dungeon, so he ran as fast as he could to try to
get out of the dungeon. as he was running he stumbled into a Stronger beast,
had to slay it to get further into the dungeon, find a way out.
Bill of Sale *Mirage in trade for Sheena*
This Bill hereby states that on this day I
do trade myself for sheena to be released from Trenin. I am a slave unto
him and him only until I am no longer wanted or I am bought. He must not
shackle or abuse me in anyway or this sale is null and void.
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