Week 23
By trade I am a sheep-herd, but the older exiles have told me that all
sheep were killed off long before the War. So I must herd their hungry
cousins, the goats, until I can have some sheep imported from elsewhere.
I dream of the day when I can have a nice little hut in the highlands, and
a little flock to protect from cougars and panthers.... One day,
shepherding will be as respected a profession as skinning or barding, this
I swear!
Exiles who show me the location of a live goat will be rewarded with
25c. Please bear in mind that I have taken a vow of poverty, and thus
may not have the coinage at hand. If so, I not be able to pay you, and
you can choose not to take me to the goat. But if the gods grant you
generosity, you will take the word of a religious man (I have taken a vow
of honesty as well) and receive your payment at a later date.
I urge all residents of Puddleby to be kind to goats! They do not wish
you any harm, and only inflict it if provoked. And if you should stumble
across my herd when I am asleep, please do not slaughter them. Their
soulful bleat lends music to the forest, and their pitiful dying baaa
could make a Zo cry.
-Shepherd
While I was discussing .. things, with my clanmate Slyph - this cloaked one comes up to me and calls me Auntie! Not ever seen this one before, I have to ask him a couple of questions. It turns out he is Luce´s son. The one that is prophesied to be a destroyer of worlds. The one Luce claims is Sleipnir´s son.
From Aeaea´s studies : The MoonChild asks for one thing in return -- a child, a construct that is capable of sustaining the MoonChild's life here on earth permanently.
And he is looking for his mother. He is fully grown in body, but not in mind it seems. But I found him to be quite charming and sweet. He has a certain innocence that is a joy to witness, knowing who his mother is. I do hope he will be able to be that innocent and kind, but I fear the moment when he meets Luce. I have done what I could to ensure that he at least started with some of that intact. He has grown up with a nanny that has been kind and good to him. I can´t see the future and what it holds. I have a serious task ahead of me. I have to tell him about his brother, and who the murderer was. His mother.
Sometimes am I called in the minute I wake up in the library. This day was such a day. At the end of the day, I wasn´t much of a use, but.. sometimes, or rather usually I am. Or, rather - can be, usually. Most of the time. Sigh. What we had was nothing more than a, well, disaster. And from there it only became worse. I was told I was needed on Ash, the north west beach. Upon arrival I saw this huuge force on the shore, and this was not the ordinary wimpy darshaks I can take on with one arm behind my back and a blindfold. No. This was the elite force. Hard-hitting, accurate - and with a defense I can only dream of. And there were many. Many! We gathered our little force, and Gurgi lead an assault. Alas, in the carnage and chaos that ensued - and the yelling and mumbling from all those Darshaks - I tripped, more than once. And fell. I couldn´t even see a hand in front of me, and even less try to fight my way out. Ah well I am used to falling. If you have read my diary awhile you know that. I have fallen to everything from a rat to a Greater Death. That´s just how life is on this inhospitable island. Sometimes I am rescued, sometimes I am not. This time, the outcome was a bit different.
A darshak leader see me fallen, and decides on the spot that he wants to marry me. To take me as his bride. I will never understand Darshaks anyway, but this was just far off. After we had exchanged pleasantries for awhile, he grabs me on his chain - and moves eastward. Brave White Wolf tries to follow - but is quickly hit down by a horde of darshaks. Despite this, bleeding badly, he manages to dive east with me, but is then promptly pushed out by the darshak leader.
What followed was a long torment. The hideous one even kissed me! I was dragged around on Ash, in his chain, while he was bragging to all his men that I was going to be his bride.
He then places me in front of DT, and say that the marriage will begin soon. Even my clever idea to make him aware of Luce and Prue fails. I am sure they both would be more than happy to marry him. Instead he finds another, Sartikus, and applaud me for my idea of having two wifes.. When he comes back the next time, I spit him in the face, laughs, and concentrate on the altar in town. No way I will marry a darshak. I am happily married to the most wonderful man in all the world. Sir Sleipnir is more than enough for me, and a simple darshak can´t even dream of becoming his equal. I would be out of my mind to even consider his proposition.
After a short stop in Purgatory, I ran back to Ash as fast as I could. But the battle didn´t go well for us. There were simply too many of them to get a proper beach head. We tried though, many times. On one of these assaults, after killing some of his men, I face him again. I try to thrust the axe with all my force down on his head, but he dodges the blow and grabs me on the chain again. This time I have some power to resist with , so I am able to cling to a nearby tree - and his chain slips. Surrounded then I fall, and right after J´nder falls next to me. Together we are able to come up with a wager.
As you know, Darshaks are not the brightest of our enemies. Their view on the women of Puddleby is proof of that. Never underestimate your enemy I say. The darshaks simply have no clue in that regard. And their view on us don´t make us less inclined to fight, if you know what I mean. It sort of, rubs us all wrong - and if some of his men could talk after death, I bet they would testify to that too. Anyway.. J´nder and I said that we would fight one of his men. I picked the yellowshirted one, not because I had any idea what we were up against, but I seemed to remember that those were not the ones with highest accuracy. They have lot of stamina though.. My axe-hit is not of the light kind, even though I am a sylvan, but I needed loads of hits to wear him down. The fight didn´t last long in minutes, although it felt like it. It was close a few times. Once, J´nder had to step in and take some blows, because I was so wounded I was near falling. That bought us some time to heal. And got us the victory too! I made a visionstone of the first assault on beach, the torment in front of DT, and the arena-fight.
Not at all pleased with the result, he threw some coins our way, and simply just kicked us out of there. Not at all prepared to make a run for it, I tripped, got surrounded and fell shortly after. I was rescued though by the persistent exiles that still fought near the south shore. But it soon became quite clear that it was a losing battle. We did try to make another assault near DT, but we failed that too. I had seen enough of Ash after that, so I went with Sleipnir on a small hunt in Savanna. It´s not often I am able to see him these days, and I value every moment we are able to spend together.
Four days later, we were finally able to defeat them. I came in just as the last ones were killed in DT, and I heard they had made their entrance from DC. Trough the pentagram inside the main room. This leads to third floor in DT. Quite clever that was I think. Of course, I searched for the darshak leader among the fallens, but he was not there. I would be very happy if someone could give me his head on a platter.
One thing.. as I wrap this tale up. He did seem to know Lilit from somewhere. And when I asked her about him, she grew all pale - her hands was shaking. I have never seen her so upset, so - out of control as she was then. I wonder...
You can read more on this and other things at Yor´s scrolls.
I fear for the mind of my dear Clanlord, Michael Aridfox. I met him in tanglewood, and he had this haunted look. The look of a male that is torn between beliefs. What happened is that Lilit was interrupted one night in her Sanctuary, and her wrath came down on the poor exiles. She summoned beastie after beastie. Falinea came to help, but, the great invincible Falinea fell too. Imagine that! Falinea, the most wondrous being - so many times a rescuer in times of despair, fell! And that, knowing Michael Aridfox and his love for the winged one, is a torture that he cannot bear. Because this happened because of Lilit, one he adores and wants to follow. So, which path does he take now? Where will he turn? I wasn´t able to talk to him much, but I will. I must.
After that horrible time on Ash, mostly fallen and being dragged around, my dress was all a mess. Thuja had made a beautiful model of a new look. Very lovely and most fitting for me I thought. So I took her up on her offer. She even gave me the lila berries I needed to make the new look! I was so proud, so happy to have finally changed outfit. Many saw the beauty in it, others did not. Alas, even some of my dearest friends mistook me for Entil´Zha! How cruel! What can a poor sylvan do? I do not remember what Entil´Zha is wearing, but I am sure it´s a different shade of green. And my black-belt makes this outfit perfect. Looks gorgeous doesn´t it!
Hah! Told you all Entil´Zha and I are wearing completly different shades of green. Look at this sketch. It should be quite clear now that these are so vastly different, that if you mix us up, you need to get your eyes checked. And even from far away that black belt of mine should be enough to tell you who is who. So there! Entil´Zha was not all pleased that I was wearing a shade of green though. I have my next outfit ready in my head, but I will enjoy wearing this awhile. It´s really lovely don´t you think?
Week 25
Again Yor had a chance to speak to Qual the Wizard. Fallen of course. Why is it that our enemies prefer us fallen before they dare to open their mouth? Anyway. This time he was more talkative than most times. The most important thing was he still hasn´t gained control over the Dal´Noth castle, and that he was not the one creating the magic barrier underneath the isle. He can be lying of course. But on the other hand, why should he. Yor has as usual made an account of the meeting.
Prue gave me quite a shock one day. She has copied my outfit, not surprisingly - considering how she looks. She really needs something to make her feel pretty I guess. And who to copy but not me, The Fairest? I guess it all makes sense. What was worse was that she claimed to have kissed my beloved! Entil´Zha was a witness, and since she is now a Ranger, I can´t doubt her - much. Of course, she might not be telling all, which is as all know not to lie, but to simply - well, not telling it all. She said "They kissed". And I immediately visioned Prue forcing herself upon my beloved.
I found this in the library, addressed to Babajaga.
I confronted my love with this while we were strolling in the savanna, and his explanation was that Tere had pushed him into Prue. He is a most sweet one don´t you think? Thought of me, to protect himself from the wicked ones. When I told Vagile what happened she almost fainted on the spot. I fear I gave her nightmares.. Tere is a pain these days. She stalked me for many hours, saying that I belonged to them or such nonsense. I do not. My colors are still the same. My amulet´s color is still the same. Although I really need to clean it one of these days.
A fullmoon raid at OC4. Read Aki´s account.
The last full moon night, in early spring of the year 538, I was
at savannah for rescuing StormRaven with Axell.
Suddenly, my mind felt something unusual. It was almost like
touching burning fire. It was huge power coming from far north
east. It was very clear that it is from deep in orga camp.
I looked up the sky. The full moon was shining at the west sky.
Alchemist Folly and beyond seems to hold many secrets. Something that a group consisting of Gurgi, Oberon, Zippy, Cyprus and Edomae found out. Many other exiles had helped them on their way, but this little group was all that was left. Together they ventured beyond the AF, and found vast caverns filled with undine. At the end, they met Darshak Elite forces. The visionstone of this exploration can be viewed in the RQ Vault.
After falling near gold pants, Althea saw this cloaked one pass. Minx. She hailed him - and he came back. Talking about places outside of our island where the power of our altar do not work. Where we can´t depart. She, wisely enough, took some sketches while talking to him, and compiled them here.