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Post subject: Letters to my Abbot
 Posted: Jul 26, 2011 - 02:33 AM
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[Preface and Background first]
I was trained at a tiny monastery call St Albans, which is located in a well hidden area outside Mirith. St Alban was one of the fighter-disciples of Elara, and is my personal patron saint. The leader of this tiny community of hidden clerics is called Abbot Jared. The good abbot is like a father to me, has been like a father ever since he found my mother and I lost in the woods. My mother was protecting me from a troll, and died of her wounds. He raised me as his own son, although he called me by my father's name, Borti II.
When I came of age, at 15, I took temporary vows and began my clerical novitiate. There are many ways to become a cleric, and ours is an old (some say the oldest) method. We train long in study of anatomy and physiology. We learn herbology and alchemy so we might create healing potions to cure poison, trauma, and injury. There is some study of strategy and military tactics, in the main it is so we might know how to conduct ourselves in battle, and where the most grievous injuries might occur, that we might be on hand and ready. We study astrology, of course, to understand how the power of Elara impacts wounds, healing and the gathering of our herbs for healing.
For four years I studied medicine and healing, along with clerical duties such as prayer and meditation, at St Alban's monastery. Abbot Jared declared me ready for the trials of the world. "Faith without fear and conflict mean nothing. You must go out into the world. Go quietly. Do not preach, for preaching is annoying to the common man. Let them know your healing touch. Through you they are healed by Elara. Remember this lest you be prideful: you do not heal, you are merely the conduit for healing."
I was sent out into the world with the basic necessities: food and clothing, a dagger to cut meat with, a few potions and herbs. St Alban requires we prove ourselves, and provide for ourselves, slowly and patiently whilst helping all that we meet.
"One last thing, Borti," The Abbot said as I held the door handle. "Go find your father. All we know is his name is Borti. He needs to know what became of you and your mother, and I am certain you have questions of your own that need some answers. He was last seen near Lerilin, a sleepy fishing village across the bay from the city of Andris."
A long journey, no doubt, but one that would make both a man and a cleric of me. And a man must know from whence he came to have some idea of where he was going. "Yes Abbot, of course." I smiled. I tried to hide them, but there were tears in my eyes and my voice was rough. I was leaving the only family I ever knew. The Abbot's hand gently patted my head in comfort.
"May Elara bless your venturing forth. Let sun and moon light your way and St Alban gird your arms with courage and strength." And I knelt for his bless and, with tears in my eyes, began my journey to the past and future both: to Lerilin! |
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Post subject: Arrived in Lerilin!
Posted: Jul 26, 2011 - 02:48 AM
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Harvest Moon, day 90, in the year of 436 of Elara.
Lerilin.
To Abbot Jaren, St Alban's Monastery, outside Mirith.
Dear Abbot,
I trust you are well and I wish to greet you this harvest moon joyfully, and wish to tell you of my adventures in reaching Lerilin.
After I left the monastery I traveled peacefully to Mirith. Several doughty adventurers escorted me to Lerilin. On the way I gathered many herbs and made potions and elixirs as a way of paying my way. The leader of this band, a mighty fighter named Cedric, was most kind. He listened to the tale of my infancy, the loss of my mother, and my search for my father with attention and kindness. He too was orphaned by brigands, so we shared that natural bond.
The cleric with the group, Brother Tomas, taught me much of the ways of swift healing action, how I must conduct myself, and what would be expected of me as a cleric. He kindly gave me spare garments that were magically imbued with spells that would protect me by absorbing the worst of blows aimed at me, and he gave me a marvelous blue hat.
As we neared Lerilin, Cedric pulled me aside. "I've been thinking, about your father, and since you share his name and all. There is a blacksmith in town named Borti. I don't know it that's him or not, but Borti isn't a common name. And if it is him, his sister also lives in Lerilin. She is an apprentice smith. So I suggest you inquire of them at the forge."
The adventurers delivered me intact and safely to Lerilin. Before they left Tomas suggested I do one final retreat in the hills. "This will develop your skills in mediation, the ability to drop into a trance can save you and everyone with you. And when you aren't praying and meditating, you can gather herbs."
So I went on a 10 day retreat. Afterwards, I met local townsmen, Jayme, Sher, Felye, and the rogue Gilante. I have written you of our near death experience at the cemetery, when zombies and a bracken suddenly emerged.
On news of my father, Borti. He is one of the town's blacksmiths. Well, I guess more of a traveling blacksmiths would be more accurate. He hasn't been in Lerilin since I arrived, but the locals say he frequent is gone for months mining ore in the hills.
May Elara shine upon you,
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Post subject: A sorry death
Posted: Jul 26, 2011 - 03:44 AM
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Harvest Moon, day 94, in the year of 436 of Elara.
Lerilin.
To Abbot Jared, St Alban's Monastery, outside Mirith.
Dear Abbot,
I failed. Horribly. Miserably. I think your faith in me has been misplaced. Or maybe I was too cocky, after the success at the cemetery? Allow me to convey what occurred, and I hope you can shed some light on what I need to do to improve.
I spent the last few days gathering herbs and improving on the techniques for creating potions. I had set up some equipment on the stairs of the bank's portale, a nice and shady area in the heat of the day. Whilst I was occupied crushing herbs to distill into healing draughts, I began talking with a powerful wizard named Kevin, and a young warrior named Jyme.
They spoke of a quest involving holy daggers that were found on the skeletal creatures in the cemetery. Apparently this involves a journey to Brigobaen to speak with a loremaster of some note, a cleric that lives in the library. Kevin gathered together a group: himself, a mighty warrior whose name began with Far... (alas, you recall how bad I am with names!), Jyme, and Ouzelum whom I believe is a druid with a pet lion!
Jyme asked if I would come and aid them, that it was a long and dangerous quest. I felt I could not refuse to aid them. I packed up my gear and put it all away. And off we walked to Brigobaen. On the way we were occasionally troubled by creatures of pure air, elementals they called them, some stray sheep and dogs (whoever heard of feral sheep? Well, the lion ate well!)
After speaking with the gate guards, we were directed to the library. The cleric, Father Blinston (do you know him?) examined the daggers. He said he would work with them to discover their properties.
In return he handed the dagger owners the very rare Bracken seeds, and asked that we deliver them to a hermit who lives on a small island on a nearby lake. The Hermit, he said, was something of a collector and was know to trade valuable items for Bracken seeds. So off we went.
The woods between the town and and the hermit were infested with Harpies, several Brackens (truly fearsome beasts!) Blink Hounds, and Pixies (nasty little creatures that look cute and have one mean bite!) Several people poled a raft to the hermit and returned with these small glowing things they called "magic runes."
"We have to deliver these to an innkeeper in Mirith." One of the warriors explained. Girding our loins we trekked through the woods toward the city. Twice we stumble on pockets of beasts that attacked us, but easily beat them back. Those carrying the seeds spoke with a woman named Opal, and received directions for the next stage of this quest.
I was in the bank, restocking potions and such when I overheard one say, "She gave us spices. We have to take them to Ralston...."
RALSTON! Was he not the man named cannibal? And he dwelt far from the law in the Wall of Trees! That place is often death to travelers foolhardy enough to venture in!
"She said Ralson likes to flavor his meat with these spices, and he was known to reward people --"
"With what? Supper? With us as the surprise guests? I don't want to end my days as a meat loaf!"
"Hush, or you'll frighten that newbie cleric! He is already high strung! I was going to say that Opal said he has some very unique and rare weapons. I guess blacksmithing fills his time between eating people."
"Really? I hardly think it is worth such risks! And the Wall of Trees? Are you mad?"
"Look. we're well armed. There is one of him and five of us. He won't pull anything. Besides, its Lent."
"What does that have to do with anything?"
"You can't eat people during Lent." I heard them walk away laughing quietly.
Well, the long and short of it is we made it there. Ralston didn't eat us, although St Alban help me, the area outside his cabin was littered with human bones.
The reason I write was I think Ralston followed us, or maybe some henchman? Something went terribly wrong. We were almost safely to Mirith, after slaying some baby dragons, mad dogs, zombies, a giant, and trolls.
Suddenly one of the fighters disappeared. Gone without a trace. I could hear desperate pleas for help, distant screams. Using some arcane device, Kevin tried to locate the fighter. As we ran toward them they went farther from us. Into the deep woods we went, fighting Bracken, trolls, a draco, zombies, and skeletal beasts. There were lions everywhere!
The distant wails ended. Our fellow adventurer was dead. Kevin was determined to bring his bones properly back to Mirith for burial, or to see if the clerics there could raise him at a temple. So we continued onward, having lost our other fighter to his duties elsewhere.
As as we grew closer, we were attacked by overwhelming evil. Kevin died first, the druid was driven away from us, and he lured a giant as far as he could. And I died, killed by a lion in two strikes from its terrible claws.
And that is how I lost everything. Every shred of treasure and gear. Gone in a moment.
But you taught me well. I knew if there was no hope of rescue I must find a temple, on my own, and hope to return to the life of flesh and blood. And I did find a small public temple, where I ran into our druid. He led me safely to Marali and gave me a magical crystal that somehow returned me to Lerilin.
And that is how I died. I hope, Abbot, you can advise me on how I might better handle such misadventures in the future.
With Regards and Obedience,
Cleric Borti II
Post Scriptum
Last night a kind man, named Stryde -- whom some call a rogue -- gave me infused blue robes. I thank him and hope you will include him in your prayers as, rogue or otherwise, the man is generous and kind. |
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Post subject: Friends!
Posted: Jul 26, 2011 - 02:15 PM
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Harvest Moon, day 100, Year 436 of Elara
To: Abbot Jared, St Alban's Monastery, Mirith.
Dear Abbot,
I trust you are well. I am sorry for the despairing tone of my last missive. The entire matter was such a shock to me! How mortal these thin vessels we imbue are! How momentary is this thing we call life!
I have met some most agreeable companions, and have been invited to join their guild. They are called Circle of Friends (CoF.) Is that not a wondrously cheerful name? They have a very large and stately guild hall, just to the south of Lerilin. I shall describe it in detail.
It is in a lightly wooded area, hemmed in by rocky outcrops to the east. The building itself appears to be made of a solid red granite with a variety of lively hues. When you enter through the gates you are at once in the main dining hall: a long mahogany affair that is beautifully burnished with candle light. (I think the candles are magical as they never burn down, drip, or blow out!) Six chairs each side and two at the ends. I assume these seat the guild officers?
To the left are guest housing, large beds with costly blue bedclothes. Solid wood dressers and many chests hold the guild member's treasures.
Behind the dining/meeting table is a large private garden replete with a variety of fruit trees. I think one is cherry and two are apple, but I won't know til next spring.
The hall of course boasts a very large kitchen with old style cupboards. The hall also has a forge. And one of the most enjoyable things is a small chess table, which I know you would approve as chess does exercise the mind!
All along the walls are chests which store both the private holdings of members, as well as many chests that are available for members only, and items that are made by members and freely given to young adventurers around Lerilin.
And this place is very well guarded. An entire cadre of guards patrol the guild's grounds. Jedd told me that not to long ago the guild hall was attacked by brigands. And Jastherin told me it had also been attacked by giant ants. I guess they live in a nearby cave, large shiny red things under the control of a giant queen ant.
Lest you think I've been corrupted by riches, let me assure that is not the case. These people make and gather things, items sorely needed by the young of Oberin, yet who lack the means to even buy armor or weapons without great toil. Members create potions, armor, weapons, hats, boots... all manner of gear, and they give these freely to the newly christened adventurers of Lerilin!
And the best news is that Borti, my father, also belongs to this guild. So I hope to meet him one day soon, as we are kinsmen and guildmates!
I hope this development pleases you as much as it does me! It is good to know so many kind hearted people live in the world around us.
With warmest Regards I remain your cleric,
Borti II
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Post subject: the moon and a strange lady
Posted: Jul 29, 2011 - 10:55 AM
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Full Harvest Moon. Day 134, year 436 of Elara.
To: Abbot Jared, St Alban's Monastery, Mirith.
My Dear Abbot,
Harvest greetings to you on the night of the glorious full Harvest Moon. Was the moon not spectacular as it rode the night sky, not a cloud in view? What could account for the color? The milkmaids here say it is made of cheese. I guess it is as likely as it being a giant stone in the air.
Thank you for your kind thoughts expressed so beautifully in your letter. I will take your advice to heart and have already ordered the books you suggested. And I have begun cultivating the earth for a garden. As you suggest I will grow ginseng, tiger's balm, hops, ginger etc to ensure a well stocked distilling room next summer.
I'd first like to share some tidings with you of my father, Borti. As you know we inexplicably continue to miss each other constantly. As soon as I enter town and ask after him, I am told he was there mere moments ago. I'm told he fills his days crafting logs into straight boards, smelting ferrite into pure ingots, and crafting weapons and plate for a variety of folk who need it.
Tonight I was told he had been in town briefly, but went back out to fish. I scoured the shore near Lerilin but could not find him. One of his companions on an earlier fishing trip told me my father was extremely fond of bacon, that he would chat endlessly about the wonders of bacon, and all the things one could wear and consume crafted with bacon. Should Borti and I ever cross paths, be assured I shall be equipped with much salted and peppered and well-smoked hickory bacon!
I think the moon affects people strangely. Tonight I saw an giant fiery ant, a pet of a druid, saying "Dherpy Derp!" I froze in place. Without moving my body my eyes swept the crowd. No one else had heard him say it. I looked at the ant closely (well as close as seemed prudent) and could discern no possession or evil.
And he also began to taunt people with insults in middle English. I was baffled. How is it that a druid can teach a pet to speak, let alone insult innocent folk as they go about their business at the town's bank?
Another odd meeting was a women clad in scarlet. She wore a wizard's peaked hat, a long flowing scarlet robe and scarlet boots. I welcomed her to Lerilin and asked if she needed any help. She announced to me, "I am sanguine rage in a size four dress!" I was nonplussed, baffled. And privately I will admit to you I was a little frightened.
I asked if she needed food, shelter or any other assistance a cleric could offer. She retorted "I am sanguine rage in a size five shoe!" I started backing away a little.
She laughed and said "My name is Kate. I have escaped Gypsies!"
"Gypsies?" My mind was a blank. Was this some new brigand threat from the south? Or many some inhuman monster? A new sort of pixie?
"Yes, my twin brother, who fancies himself the only red wizard, sold me as a child to Gypsies. But I have come hither to avenge myself."
And in a puff of smoke she disappeared. I was gobsmacked! St Alban help her brother because this woman means business! I shall make it my business to find out who he might be, and provide warning and offer a chance for confession.
The world truly is a much wider, and perhaps wilder, place than you ever told me!
On one last note. As I stood chatting idly with Abernta, a friend of the rogue Gilante, we watched the moon rise. It was a peaceful moment shattered suddenly by an injured man. He shambled toward the bank in a tattered and bloody gray robe. He seemed confused by his blood loss and graver injuries. He managed to gasp out "Privateer!"
Whilst Abernta calmed and questioned him, I stitched up three deep sword slashes and wrapped his wounds. As I began to cast healing spells. I heard the injured man gasp out, "The docks."
We rushed to the docks and saw the Privateer killing a swarm of giant rats and then attacking a guard. Pointing the man yelled "That's him!"
The injured man began to wrestle with him, for this thief had stolen his goods. I began chanting and casting heals. I heard Aberbta incanting the strange cantrips of Wizards' arcana. The Privateer ran around the corner, chased by the guard and the victim. As I was casting I smelled the sicking ozone smell of a spell fizzle. Four times I cast and four times it failed. And then the stranger was dead. The guard blocked the privateer in the alley and Albernta was able to cast and give it the justice deserved for murder of an unarmed and unarmored man. Alas, a bloody gray robe is scant defense against a determined brigand!
Eventually the injured man was restored to life and health. We searched along the docks, alleys, and the shore and were unable to find his worldly possessions.
We took him to the bank, helping him with assorted gear. I went to the room I keep near the small wayfarer's shrine looking for any bits he could use. When I returned to Lerilin I was told my father had provide the man with a full set of plate armor, a fine selection of tools and weapons, gold, food, and potions. And then he went out fishing again, having restocked his bait supply.
Some days I despair of ever meeting Borti. I have been told he knows I have made Lerilin my home. He knows I call myself Borti II, my childhood name. Maybe it will be easier to track down my aunt. All I know of her is she lives in Lerilin, is a bit of a loner, and focuses mainly on mastering her craft of blacksmithing.
You are in my thoughts tonight, as ever.
May St Alban guard you,
Borti II
Cleric of Lerilin, CoF
Attached please find a brief transcript that a clerk made of the ant!
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Post subject: Help Needed and more news
Posted: Jul 30, 2011 - 01:11 AM
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Harvest Moon, day 141, Year 436 of Elara
To: Abbot Jared, St Alban's Monastery, Mirith.
Dear Abbot,
I trust you are well and happy. This note will be somewhat brief, although you know how I ramble on.
I am sending two men to Fr Blinston, with a note asking for a map and directions to St Albans. One of the men, a shiny plate-clad man, meet me in Lerilin near the bank. I was speaking with Terliyn, a young woman I've known since I arrived in Lerilin. Our chatter is oft filled with playful banter, and I forget that others might be shocked by it. He took me to task, and rightly so by his lights. After we clarified things, he request a word in private.
I took him to my room, and he told me of a very sad tale. He is deeply worried over a friend. This friend requires the gentle and kind expertise of Brother Morton, if I judge it aright. As this letter could be read or lost, I will not mention the man in sore need of help; however, when they arrive his companion will be Octar.
I did give him a supply of potions that should ease his companion's sleep and help him be somewhat calm during the days.
I very much wanted to guide them myself, but I have duties here I cannot shirk, even though I wish very much to see you and the brothers again.
One brief note about Borti. Octar told me he saw him near out guild hall. So I am encamped here, writing this note by candle light, in hope of seeing my father soon.
Be well and know your spiritual son misses you.
Borti II
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Posted: Jul 30, 2011 - 05:07 AM
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A hastily scribbled note arrives in the Circle of Friends Guildhall
Dear Borti II,
I saw your noble father at the bank in Lerilin not more than a few minutes after you departed. I sent him off to find you at your guildhall.
Reports of brigands have reached me here and I must leave in haste.
Farewell,
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Posted: Jul 30, 2011 - 04:04 PM
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Greetings Octar!
I was coming back from the Guild Hall. I had sat there for hours hoping Borti would happen by. I finally gave up and decided to go to the inn over by the bank.
When I came to the gates I saw the guards were dead. I found a plate clad rogue destroying troupes of Brigands. There was a cleric with him healing him. I hurried to his side and we fought until we were separated and I was killed.
I was so happy to see you and your Ranger friend. And Abernta joined us, well then, I felt like we had some hope of holding Lerilin against the brigands.
Something needs to be done, maybe reinforcement for our small guard cadre? All in all it looks like four guards and three players were killed during the attack.
Well, I am to bed. I am sure you are also exhausted.
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Post subject: So many things!
Posted: Aug 02, 2011 - 03:58 PM
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Harvest Moon, day 185, in the year of 436 of Elara.
Lerilin.
To Abbot Jaren, St Alban's Monastery, outside Mirith.
Dear Abbot,
I trust you are happy and well during this waning of the harvest moon.
There are so many things to write about, I scarce know where to begin.
I guess I ought to begin with this note. The monastery might have a pair of visitors. I have been gently suggesting that Nial visit to seek assistance for some troublesome personal matters. Should they visit for a retreat, I have given Octar a letter for you, under my hand and seal. I am hoping Brothers Bach and the rest can assist this valiant young ranger.
As for Lerilin there is much to report. It has somehow become quite the nexus for problems. Several days past a brigand scout was spotted off the wharfs. The next night a privateer actually made it ashore and managed to kill a young townsman before Abernta and myself cornered him. We did not mean to kill him, but he would not ask for quarter. Eventually Abernta and some local guards killed him during the fray.
A few days after that sad death, I went fishing, trying to set my mind at ease and erase the chaos. It's one thing to battle monsters and feral or rabid animals, it's quite another when it is a human, albeit an evil one bent on death and destruction. (I had also hoped to improve my own fishing so I might go fishing with my father sometimes, as it appears to be one of his passions.)
I had a goodly number of trout in my creel and headed to Lerilin. I had planned to smoke some of them and the rest bread in cornmeal and offer the trout to all comers.
Alas this was not to be. As I arrived to the gates I saw dead bodies, no doubt the two guards. I hurried for my medical equipment, which I store at the bank. Tossing my fishing gear and creel into my cubical, I grabbed my healing bag and headed out. Brigands were everywhere. I saw a fighter in black plate and I followed him and a visiting cleric, healing as I could. At one point I became separated from him, and was killed by three brigands.
Octar cleared out those three and I was able to reclaim, my gear and equipped it. He, Abernta, Octar, the black clad warrior and I (with myself safely in the center of the group) beat back wave after wave. All told, over sixty brigands were slain.
And last night was odd as well. I woke up and left my tiny quarters and headed to the bank to check provisions. And I saw body crumpled in the dust. I didn't recognize the name. Alas the youth was dead, with him the dead remains of a pixie beside him. In fact there were pixie corpses everywhere.
A large band of travelers stood near the gates: Octar, Nial, Krem, Mazin, Abernta, Alexia, Fargoth, and a few other hardy travellers. They had been instructed by a mysterious Joffery Bowers (I think, but again you know how I am about names!) As I was one of the last to arrive, I didn't really understand what the next leg of the adventure was, and there was not time to ask.
Suffice to say something had stirred up the pixies to invade the town. And the mysterious merchant required something from one of the Ant cave caverns (very deep inside of it!) He needed some kind of special spider web. I am not certain how the pixie attacks and the spider web was connected, but it was.
I went in the vanguard with Octar, having fought with him before I am familiar with the pace he sets and believe I can anticipate some of his moves. Once we reached the innermost cavern, we met up with the others. Snakes, bats and ants attacked up without let up. While half of us handled these monsters, the rest searched high and low for the web. When Mazin declared we had enough, we fought our way to the surface.
Once in town we met the mysterious merchant (or collector of rare goods, as he fancied himself.) He purchased the rare spider web for an astonishing 40,000 gold crowns! He really wouldn't answer our questions about who his client was. Something tells me we haven't seen the last of him.
Mazin evenly divided the gold between us all. In total I earned 5,000 gold for one long day of healing. If course I passed out my share as alms to widows and new youths. It isn't seemly for a cleric of St Alban to amass wealth.
I had a chance to speak with Nial and Octar afterward, and at great length. I went into great detail in my letter, which I gave Octar. You will have the chance to read it should those two ever travel to St Albans.
As for my father, no real news. We have advanced to leaving short notes for each other at the guild hall. And my aunt hasn't been in Lerilin since my arrival.
I wish you well and will write to you soon,
Faithfully,
Borti II
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Posted: Aug 05, 2011 - 06:58 PM
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Dear Borti II,
I have myself decided to go on retreat. I shall be relaxing and contemplating life peacefully for some time. I shall return ready for action!
Yours,
Octar
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Posted: Aug 07, 2011 - 10:27 PM
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Dear Octar!
I hope your retreat goes well! I'm sorry that, during the auction in Andris, we had no chance to speak. But it was nice to see you and Nial.
I trust your retreat shall be fruitful.
Warmest Regards,
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Posted: Aug 07, 2011 - 10:41 PM
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The Dancing Moon. Day 15, year 436 of Elara.
To: Abbot Jared, St Alban's Monastery, Mirith.
My Dear Abbot,
Greetings and I trust this letter finds you well. I have several interesting things to share with you.
Firstly, Octar has told me he is headed to the monastery for an extended retreat. I do not know if Nial is joining him or not. I ask that you convey all courtesy and hospitality to a friend of St Albans.
Yesterday I traveled to Andris for the first time. It is a shockingly opulent city, fountains, a beautiful tree maze, and a city with wide roads well paved. The occasion was Clementiyn's farewell party.
We met at the bank. Each party-goer was given a red jester's hat and a fishing rod. All rather festive! Beverages, oat cases, banana pie, dried smoked trout and a number of other exotic foods were handed out on silver trays. Very swank.
After some time spent catching up on news and discussing hunting, roads and weather, Clementiyn began his auction. Spectacular treasures went on the block for bidding. Hours of it in fact.
Then we played a bag game, as they call it here. A bag is dropped on the ground, one per person. Each has different things in it. At the count down we all ran and claimed a bag. Mine had a lovely green robe in it. I enjoyed myself immensely, and enjoyed meeting such famous folks as Leggsalot, Iceane, Styracon.
Today I was near the monastery. My friend Skaggz asked me if I would take the magic portal to Mirith. Himself and Larzz wished to hunt and thin out the irksome hill giants int he vicinity. All went well until the giant in question came over to me to give me a hug. Giants hug hard. I died. Once Larzz and Skaggz killed off the pesky bugger, I was able to return to life. I learned some very important things: always be ready with one of those druid potions that make you invisible. Always stand as far away as you can from the giant, even if it means you cannot bandage folks.
Once we finished clearing out about 36 giants, we headed back to town to rest. Well, the others rested and I returned, again by magical portal, to Lerilin.
The last few days I have been at the cemetery and in the woods alone a great deal, learning to wrestle from another cleric. It has been interesting but I am pretty sore.
I hope you and the brethern are well and happy.
Your servant,
Borti II
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Post subject: Troubled times in Lerilin!
Posted: Aug 11, 2011 - 06:07 PM
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Joined: Jul 12, 2011
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Location: Right behind you
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Dancing Moon, day 61, in the year of 436 of Elara.
Lerilin.
To Abbot Jaren, St Alban's Monastery, outside Mirith.
My Dear Abbot,
I trust that this letter will find you well and happy.
I hope by now you have received my missives regarding the troubles in Oberin cemeteries, the privateers, witch doctors, and the armies of the undead. I hope that the worst of our difficulties have been laid to rest with the destruction of the Lich in Marali. But as I said earlier, I suspect it isn't over, and that the lich was a harbinger of worse to come.
There have been a lot of new folks in Lerilin. I am not sure of they are the children of outlying farms, come to the village to seek their fame and fortunes in the wide world, or if they are refugees from the on-going conflict between light and dark. It's hard to say at this point.
There was a very troublesome issue yesterday. One of the newest villagers was robbed by another new wayfarer. His hat and gold were stolen. And he was threatened with death unless he handed over his goods. Officials were, of course, informed. I believe the Mayor's guards are now on the look out for this rogue druid.
For me it wasn't the actual theft that was troublesome, but the threats to maim and injure another young adventurer. There is peril enough in Oberin without such danger from our fellows. That fellow belongs in jail or worse.
I did return to Lerilin last night. Although the Inn at Mirith is commodious and grand, it's not for me. A cleric of St Albans, with our vows of poverty, ought not be staying and living in such grandeur. I find my small shack ample quarters. I have a fireplace, a goodly supply of candles, simple bread and trout, and pure water. Enough is as good as a feast, or so they say.
I did leave a note for my father at the CoF guild hall, pinned to his guild chest. I had asked his help in securing twelve costly purple eggs. These are for a powerful artifact, a ring capable of casting lightening bolts. I wanted it for my friend Terliyne, another cleric. Of his kindness, he left me an excessive amount of ferrite ore, which allowed me to trade for the eggs.
And, although I am grateful to Borti, I have very mixed feelings about his new name for me. Apparently he simply refers to me as Junior. Rather the mixed benison!
It is my hope that Octar is proceeding well in his retreat. Remember me to him, please. And I hope to take a short retreat at the monastery in the next few days, as duty allows. I look forward to seeing you again.
Your faithfully,
Borti II (Aka Junior.) |
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Post subject: RE: Troubled times in Lerilin!
Posted: Aug 17, 2011 - 12:51 PM
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Joined: Jun 06, 2011
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Dear Borti II,
I had a very restful time at the beautiful abbey. I learned many of the monastic chants before duty called me back to Marali. My thanks to your Abbot and of course to you and your brethren for this peaceful time.
I hope to see you soon,
Octar |
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Post subject: RE: Troubled times in Lerilin!
Posted: Aug 18, 2011 - 04:44 PM
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Joined: Jul 12, 2011
Posts: 159
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Dear Friend Octar,
I am so pleased you enjoyed your retreat at the Abbey. And it was wonderful to see you last night in Mirith, and of course to hunt with you in Ice Dungeon (is that the correct name?)
I learned a lot, and rest assured the first thing I took care of, on returning to Mirith, was to address my inexperience with hiding! I also was given some extra scales, by the great cleric Varto. (He coached me, in very low whispers, one how-to and where to stand.) Thanks to his generosity I was able to trade the scales for a magic ring that will increase my hardiness of armor!
My, weren't those blue dragons huge!
Warm Regards
Borti ii |
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