Tiberius Miller

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OOC: Copies of all letters and journal entries posted are in his bag. Should access be obtained and letters read these can be considered ic info.

The son of Ezekiel and Shiva, Tiberius carries traits of both his parents.

Physically he has his mother's naturally tanned complexion and dirty blonde hair but his facial features have a heavy lilt toward his father. Almost chiseled features are accompanied by brilliantly green eyes. He is tall like his mother but lean like his father.

When he takes care of himself the young lad has potential to turn heads.

Typical of most lineages, Tiberius shied away from his father's intense arcane career early in life and took a turn to using his nimble hands on crafting jewellery and smithing arms and armour, forging his own path in life as soon as he was able to earn an apprenticeship by his own merits.

To those he knows well he can and will be a vivacious of interest and loquacious with the gab, but in the main, especially in larger groups he is relatively quiet; falling back on his wit to interject when appropriate or give a matter of fact opinion. In battle his action is direct but he carries with it a restrained fury given to him by his mother bordering on the feral.

Typical of his lack of personal attention, Tiberius will often let his mop become unkempt and leave his face in need of shave

Physical Details:

Height: 6'2”
Weight: 192lbs
Hair:Ranges from fairly a short dirty blond coif to shoulder length shaggy locks. Depending on when it was last cut.
Eyes:Vibrant green
Gait: Upright, almost stately.
Upkeep: His armour is always clean and polished before going to fight, his clothes repaired and in good stead. His smithing gear though is entirely workman like.

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Early Ches '75

Mother,

I hope this letter finds everyone in formidable health and that the mine is secure and still profitable.

I have been in Cormyr a ten day perhaps now. Time has traveled so quickly I am unsure of my accuracy. I am not even sure which day it is and have not the courage to ask for fear of ridicule.

But I digress... on to the purpose of my journey. My smithing skills have come on strides recently. Already to my credit lie five suits of full plate, an Ironwood Quarterstaff and Ironwood Shield. You would be proud of my personal plate, even if it would pain you to adorn it upon yourself. I fear I am just not as fearless as yourself not to give myself the best opportunity to absorb a blow. I contribute my progression to two factors:

Firstly aid from a mage very much like Father, a gentleman called Lustig, who took me to a glorious forge outside of Suzail. I will try to return there soon... it s a wonderous place, but hard on the purse. I bought a smith's belt which has helped in no small measure.

Secondly and more predominantly, I have been learning from success, but also and most likely more greatly from failure. I have been doubling my efforts at the anvil. Today I made my best piece. I hope it sells soon.

Where to start on life here in Cormyr. It is nothing like Vaasa. So many elves. They are a mixed bag too. I seem to have most trouble relating to them, excepting two, Arlyn who views me as some kind of mule for use in the wilderness, though she has her moments and accepts me for who I am. Unfortunately she is very flighty and can disappear on a whim. Often times I have been with her and fully engaged only to see her attention placed elsewhere and watch her wander off with purpose more important than my company. I find it rude and discourteous to invite me places then leave me alone in new climes to fend for myself, but I know she is an elf and did not have the same upbringing as I. Perhaps it is her idea of getting me to fend for myself. Regardless, I do not think I can trust her, but she is good company when she wants to pay attention. Should I adopt likewise attitude in her stead or remain true to my own convictions?

The other is a dark haired wood elf (I think). I won't even try to spell a name I cannot pronounce beyond second syllable but it sounds like "Many". So far I like her most among her kind. She has made time for me and despite being more obsessed by traps than I am of Steel, seems to have a genuine heart.

Despite not being a warrior of our stripe, she fell in battle against Grizzly Bears paying no heed for own safety trying to aid a compatriot of ours. We carried her back to Valkur's Roar to revive her... I found myself curiously stricken with worry and more so, guilt, that I could do nothing to help. My stripe was focussed on those big brutes so much I didn't even know what had happened until after the bears were fallen. (on a personal note, killing Ettins and Grizzly Bears has done much for my confidence). After we had secured her health we were left alone to travel back to Greatgaunt and talk a while. I made confessions that made me blush and she, by accident I am certain, placed image of herself that turned every inch of my body scarlet. Not that worried by it however... she is so many leagues above my own station and confidence that even the notion of entertaining fantasy is folly.

Also of note is the aforementioned Lustig. He reminds me so much of Father it is uncanny... All I need say is rain and prestidigitation.

Ander Brightwood, who I call Red due to his devotion to Sune, is a character. Helpful and kind his actions and inactions have indubitably been. A good man to have at my side in troubled times.

There is more, so much more and I shall relate it to you soon.

Assure my sister of my safety and good stead, place some green powder into Father's component pouch so he knows I think of him. Do give Uncle Malcolm my best. I hope he is recovering more each day and soon may utter his bawdy song to hurt your ears. Tell him of my friendship with lady elves.. no clerics as yet though.

For youself, know I am fast becoming the warrior I yearn to be. I may never have your temerity in batlle, Mother, but you would be proud. I may join the Royal Corps of Monster Hunters and send you Heirloom just because.

I would enclose a tooth of Grizzly Jaw, but it was not my own to claim. Instead find with the accompanying box the ear of a rather mean Ogre who tried to turn my innards into outards.

And no... no girlfriend yet. Stop nagging.

I love you all and remain

your humble son,

Tiberius

[verycoldbeer]

Tiberius,

First off your Uncle would like to send his regards and to inform you that baking is the way to ladies hearts in all lands. Something about sending you a recipe for strawberry tarts.

Now onto other business, I suggest you make friends with the dwarves of the land, they will be able to help you in your smithing and they can drink more then most, besides maybe you can send back some foreign ale.

Your Father keeps muttering something about the Mage Tower, but I promptly ignore all finger wiggling business. The mine is fine, but my feet long to travel once more to see the world, though your more full of sense parent has informed me that we are too old for adventuring.

As for elven lasses, you should be careful, they are an odd bunch, I've always thought your father though reminded me of elves in a way, but their chaotic nature can be something to be inspired by. I will pray to Tempus to keep you safe in battle, though I would have liked to have seen you pick up the Axe, a hammer can be just as offensive. Though your want to use a shield and to contain your anger for a cool head is not something I would Suggest.

If Lustig is anything like your father then he will be a good man to know, and has a lady somewhere near at hand, perhaps making friends with her might be helpful as well.

As for your sister, I think she is dabbling in the arcane.

Tiberius, remember to have fun along your travels.. there is no need to be sooo serious all the time and for the love of ever finding a nice lady to give me grandchildren with could you please remember to leave the forge and bathe often.

~With All My Love~
Mum

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Two days since your letter's arrival, Ches. '75

Mother Dear,

Be brave mother, this missive will not be brief!

I bought a set of clothes to wear when not fighting or smithing and have made effort to bathe regularly using soap of spice and sandalwood. Arlyn approved as did Ander. I also received compliment on my eyes today from a woman I hold in highest esteem. Had I the confidence I would ask for time alone to talk and maybe develop personal rapport only I find myself lacking in all manner of undertaking. It is with regret that I must inform you your aspirations of grandchildren will have to wait for another few days yet.

On the other side of the coin I had argument with Arlyn about her nature. I asked, admittedly with coloured stripe, for her to have courtesy and take time to say goodbye at least before skipping away and she broke into rage about me being jealous. I was confused as I do not find her attractive in any way nor have I done anything other than be a friend. She has no discipline, lacks manners as I know them and has now taken sport to spout insult my way on whim. Why on Vaasan soil would I be jealous of such behaviour?

I made inquiry to join the Royal Corps of Monster Hunters. I did not mention my mandatory militia experience but I should have. Today whilst hunting in caves the patrol lead was clueless to tactic of fighting in confined spaces and would not heed advice on the matter either. I was struck down protecting a friend, Fynn, and only by the grace of a priest of Oghma was I brought back to the plane. To say I was frustrated by this is understatement. Once my head cleared enough to continue he lead us on again without proper preparation and Fynn fell. I was too far away, cut off by bank of Orc, to help. By this time I was feeling a rush of blood to the head but managed to keep my rage in check. it would not do to brook argument in perilous conditions. By great fortune the woman mentioned in opening statement, had a scroll to bring breath back to Fynn's body. I say great fortune but I mean diligence and preparation.

On leaving the cave, soon after, we were ambushed by a host of Orcs. I was cut off from everyone with five brutes swiping dire axe at my heel that came within crag cat's whisker of serving me for dinner. Though presence of mind and fleet of foot I lost them but then found myself lost in parts unknown. following worn pathway and bereft of sense of direction I heard sound of industry and headed for it only to cross path with an ogre. Normally an ogre would not present problem only I had been hit so hard by two orcs I was bleeding through chest plate. I had no option but to run again.

I came to a town I know not the name of, and the guards took care of the ogre for me. At this point I felt deeply ashamed that I did not stay with my compatriots. but knew that without health I was nothing more than lifeless body bleeding on long fallen leaves. I found tavern and tended my wounds as quickly as I could than ran at full gait back to the cave.

Tymora smiled on me twice and I found it not only in good time, but also free of Orc. Then my luck ran out. Ander and my lady friend were alive but Lin, Fynn and Arlyn were all three broken on ground. A third person was there whom I nearly ran into and struck with hammer. To my fortune I did not for it was an all powerful Lich! I did not know at the time, but Ander had boasted of dealing with said Lich in Suzail square where upon the Lich appeared and challenged him to duel. needless to describe the Lich won with out breaking sweat... bad phrasing, I digress ...he raised our friends and asked only for apology from Ander for his boasting. Being prideful and vain Ander refused so the Lich struck Arlyn down in retribution. I could not stand idle and with yell the likes of which would make your heart swell with pride I charged and struck it on the chest at full bore.

Little did I know this would only raise the ire of the foul, loathsome necromancer who with flick of finger cast a spell I have seen Father cast but once. A giant ball of fire swirled ever decreasing circle in the air and exploded with such force I was blown off of my feet and the brightest of lights I have ever witnessed crushed my vision void to darkness in an instant. I fear ill to inform you I fell again in my foolhardy act to destroy the beast. But I could do nothing else nor would I choose differently again. Despite disagreement with Arlyn I count her as friend and would not see her slain without attempt of instant retribution.

I came to for the second time this day at end of the Lich's staff. Had I have known I would most likely asked Tymora to keep me with her should she have me. I believe my action bold enough to curry her fortune were that my case to prove. I was beat, in mind and body, unable to act further knowing this thinking could sip on my soul at whimsical desire. What I did not know was that after the Lich sent us all to the grave he rose Ander and beguiled him into giving his own life for that of the rest of us.

After much ire and second attempt to wrest Lich of undeath he laughed in our faces and said he had no intention of taking Ander for Death Knight in our stead, called into question our decision making abilities and deemed our actions foolish then disappeared like father clicking his fingers. He may have been correct in part on this, but whilst Ander suffers bruised ego I am content and my resolve is naught but bolstered. I stood for my friends and fell in battle in manner to make not only you, but father and Uncle Malcolm proud.

Following this, haggard and bruised we resolved to Waymoot away from Orc cave and then caravaned to Suzail. I sat in the tavern after much needed rest staring at a necklace I am making with a friend in mind of gifting to not knowing where to start. The woman I mentioned at start of letter joined me a while after and we spoke at some length. I was not without charm I hope, but also recognise I was wrapped with indecision and my stripe was not calm enough to prevent jumbled thought, flushed face and over processed conversation.

Still, it was an improvement on many attempts previous and I feel somewhat comfortable in her presence, despite her not being in armour and being carried in clothing which swayed my opinion from her appearance from radiant to breath stealing. It was hard work not acting like Uncle Malcolm in the presence of that woman at the gem sorting room, but I managed to not stare as much as I felt compelled.

As much as I enjoyed the personal conversation I was glad to see Lin and then everyone else join us. I shall continue my tale in the morning to give you opportunity to expect second missive soon! It is late and it has been a pressing day.

Be mindful to let my sister free to explore the arcane. You and I both know there are few people better suited to tutor her in the art better than Father. That said, tell father I'll steal his best strolling cane if he pushes her as hard as he did me.

Ask Uncle Malcolm to send some cookies and cakes, specifically a behemoth or three... I'll cover cost in transport, even if Father has to send them magically to ensure freshness.

Lastly, mother, look after yourself and worry not for my health. I may charge where I should creep but my newly found friends are worthy of your trust and have looked after me beyond need and request. I only hope they think of me in similar light. Do you have advice on defending and countering double axe? They are giving me issue.

I am enjoying myself.

With love and fond thinking,

Tiberius.

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One afternoon since my last, Chess '75

Mother Dear,

I left off at friends joining in bar, drinking and either berating or celebrating our fortune. A couple I had not met joined us also, Lucien and Abigail. They wished to go adventuring in the mountains, an opportunity I simply could not pass up. They are man and wife and wanted to go exploring. Little did I realize how dangerously adept with blade they were until they showed skill in front of Troll. I confess being childlike with hammer by comparison and I consider myself capable beyond any militia of rank in Vaasan registry.

We faced all manner of beast from aforementioned troll to a dog like being with haunched shoulder called a hyena. There were, much to my chagrin many snakes and I shamed myself by not standing them down. I know my fear is irrational, but it is, at times, irresistible. I made up for it by vowing to quell fear and destroy the next beastly coil of ropey poisonous death and did so with vim and stripe emboldened. We came across Umber Hulk, a half dozen or so... one made me believe it was friend and Lin one of their own... I don't think I did great damage, he has the protection of Oghma after all, an apologised for my familial weakness to suggestion to which I succumbed.

Deep within the mountain core we came across the blood of the earth. So hot was the furnace as it flowed by in brilliant reds and oranges that it seared nostril hairs when approached! it was truly wondrous to behold and I know Father would have appreciated it in full.

We fought many a great spider and elemental being born of the earth's blood and curious giant beetles that spat flame!

I was marching ground beyond my scope with no doubt and in all honesty had no right to be there. Were it not for comrades in arms I would be sipping tea with Tymora.. well, I construct falsehood in part as there is no way I would have traveled so far alone in first instance.

We reached a trading settlement attached to a frontier outpost and there I parted company with friends. I had taken many blows to armour, my mind was still foggy from Umber Hulk interference and and I had sever claw wounds between armour plate from over enthusiastic hungry trolls.

I took return trip through safer passage with a trading wagon, managing to make a small fee as a guard and a few extra coin on side repairing armour. And I am sat here, back in the Weeping Wheel constructing this letter of adventure to your good self.

Do not nurture concern for me. I compose none for myself.

I shall write soon, though I fear my next missive will be naught but idle meanderings on the merits of working steel, for that is what I intend to concentrate on for the time being. I will bathe, I shall continue to do my best in foraging friendship with the good women I have met... there are two I harbour feeling for, though I am unsure what manner of feeling that actually is in either case and one who make me feel like a lost student when eyes meet.

The life of a true romantic must be a befuddling and wearying experience. Though with appearance of said thought comes notion to mind that such effort must be worth time spent for reward for both parties.

Enclosed is a pendant for my sister. It is nothing so fancy, but is constructed from brotherly love. It can hold a small potion or something similar, perhaps Father can help her brew a potion to store inside for emergency. For Uncle Malcolm is a wooden spoon, he'll understand. For Father is a text on the War Wizards guild and for yourself is the fang of a huge cave viper I killed.

With love and affection

Your humble son,

Tiberius.

[verycoldbeer]

Son,

Your want to go charging head first into battle I must confess makes me proud to call you son, your father on the other hand made me promise to remind you that you are not as skilled with the hammer as I am with the axe.

As for defense against a double bladed weapon weather axe or sword the best thing I can say is hit them and hit them hard, get them down before they can inflict too much damage of their own, I've never used a shield and your uncle might have more insight into their uses, they always got in the way of my swing.

Your Sister wanted to thank you for your gift and has yet to take it off even while bathing.

I must cut this short, there seems some trouble with wolves.

With all my Love,
Mum

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Journal Entry:

Mid Ches, 1375

Plodding along in Suzail. It's a huge place, bustling with activity. I got some work smithing shoes, hinges and the little things for a local forge. it's not great and I'm not learning anything new, but until I find out about the Corps I need to keep myself busy.

The bar of adamantine I have keeps staring me down, goading me. I'll sort you out soon enough my friend. Just as soon as I get enough funds.

Haven't seen anyone in a while. It's ok. I'll be there for them upon their return. I imagine that the Corps has something going on at Crag Castle and Arlyn.. well, she'll be off doing whatever it is she'll be doing.

Lustig's journal fell into my path in auspicious circumstance. I accidentally marked it with my smithing signature. I hope he doesn't mind. Mages...

Back to work.

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End of Ches 1375

Mother Dear,

Sincerest apologies for absence of letter. As you will soon discover on these pages there has been a flurry of activity both professional and personal which has taken much of my time.

Firstly, I have joined the Royal Corps of Monster Hunters as a Squire. My mentor is Hannah Ashall, wife of the Lionar. She is a nice woman, very straight laced. She must be a terribly ferocious soldier as all respect her completely despite her being a diminutive five feet... maybe five two with armour on. I do not wish to see her blade pointed my way.

My only duties so far consist of writing reports. Four complete treatise already, three in my public folder, one a direct confidential report to the Lionar.

I have been on several patrols but have had no duty on them other than to being a flanking soldier the last ten day. I learned more in my time in the Vaasan militia and had more instruction and tuition there, too. At this time it feels as though I am being allowed to join patrols and not take active part in them. I am filled with hope that I receive real training not as a soldier, which I know already, but in the courtly arts of dance, music and art; all three of which comprise one of the Codes of Knightly Conduct. Squire Ander has taken time to help me with my personal appearance and conversation with women, but this has been going since before I joined the Corps and is not part of my education as Squire. Though I have been directed to do so in some instances, everything learned so far has come by my own doing by way of a book and much of that has been born of my own interest and not through tutelage. I know Father would be disappointed.

To compensate my discouraged outlook I have spent much of my time patrolling and exploring the realm with Arlyn and Many, where surprisingly there is more room for discussion of how to get things done, exploring tactics and the outlying areas of the country. Skull Crag for example is truly beautiful and reminds me of home. The air is very crisp up on the snow covered lands.

In regards to becoming accomplished in the art of smithing I have made three Adamantine items now. One suit of full plate and helm I made for myself and another helmet made and customised for a nice lady called Kessa. I hope word spreads of my work soon, it is most enjoyable. So my success rate with Adamantine has risen to three quarters. it would appear that my initial failure has taught me more than I could have dreamed.

I plan to buy a tome of Armour Smithing from the library at Dhelduk after I cash in my money note.

With regard to grandchildren I am one step closer. I experienced my first kiss recently. Nothing so fancy, just a kiss on the lips from an erratic woman by the name of Kira and thankfully not with Ander, who seems intent on taking my virginity either through a friend or by himself if need be. He can be an odd duck sometimes.

All of my friends and associates seem beguiled by use of tongue. I was inclined to notion this was jest to make me feel silly, but discreet conversation with Lustig, the mage, counselled my thoughts otherwise to the contrary. What is this about? Why did neither you, father or Uncle Malcolm ever tell me of these confusing matters?

The next day I was able to bathe in company of many and Arlyn, all be they Elven, without fit of embarrassment and stutter of tongue. I also scrubbed down Many's back. I am sure it was supposed to be a confidence booster for me, but as it felt like so much a gesture on her behalf there was little weight behind it.

This experience makes me unsure as to whether I pursue interest in regards to the woman mentioned in previous letters. I do not think she is inclined to be naturally agreeable in regards to courting anyone, let alone a novice in matters ardour such as myself and it is an avenue I believe I should be exploring more. Despite the brevity, the kiss was much more... inviting to my senses that thought possible. I now know why you and Father have been together so long... or at least am starting to see it is more than his ability with the arcane that has you besotted still all these years.

I must tarry to another report, Mother. I curently work on a pendant made from the tooth of an egregious Ettin called Grush I vanquished in solitary club to hammer combat. He had been terrorising the locals. This personal victory has given much belief to my own mind in my ability of convey myself as a soldier as well as Blacksmith. Ensure Father, Sister and Uncle are all conveyed my love, affection and appreciation. I shall endeavour to include personals for them next letter.

My love, dedication and fondest of thoughts aid me to remain,

your humble son,

Tiberius.

[verycoldbeer]

Dear Tiberius,

How in all of Vassa was I going to relay the birds and the bees to you when you would shy away when your father merely touched me in a provocative manner let alone kiss.

Should I have tied you to a chair and gone over everything in explicit detail? Perhaps but I thought once you got out into the world some nice woman in a bar, or on a farm honestly Tiberius, anywhere would of been fine, for you to discover these things on your own. As for your Uncle Malcolm his efforts with women.. have lead to some dismal failures.

I don't honestly care if you ever breed, I would of never bothered if not for your father. And if you must know though I thought you would already know this story, I met your father upon a road as he was beset by goblins.. I naturally saved his scrawny finger wiggling arse. From then on we traveled together and became best friends, he had many ladies as I did men, we were not an item per say till far later into our lives.

And if you must know we are still not wed in a traditional sense. I have no want for a ceremony or for rings, and promises. I'm happy with the way things are and believe me living in Sin has it's advantages.

Elves are a strange lot, I've wondered from time to time if your father did not have a tinge of elven blood in him myself, they have no care for what most human societies consider to be proper clothing behavior and this I obviously applaud. Streaking through city streets can be very liberating.. ohh the things me and your father would do when we were to many in our cups.

As for you joining a military order, I would of wished this not for you, I've been party to many armies, many cities and I've seen some burn but don't make their wants and needs supersede your own, don't let a uniform, a tabored and weapon define who you are. Remain yourself, remember a man in uniform is nothing more then a man first with all the failings that a human man comes with.

Sincerely Your Very Worried
Mother

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Journal Entry:

End of Chess, '75

Got the book on Smithing Armour. The techniques within are world away from what I thought possible. Just yesterday I made an Adamantine chain coif and layered it in leathers and cottons so that it could be applied as hood to a cloak for a lady called Roxanne. She was most pleased with my effort.

Now I have improved all of my armour to that of my own making my priority has to be acquiring a trader's license. FORGET NOT AND NEITHER TARRY!

I was magically confused into thinking Arlyn was a monster by a winged creature in the Hullack Forest. My skills in hand to hand combat combined with my superior armour proved it to be little contest and I killed her dead. To my gravest fortune a highly skilled priestess I met just that day was in the forest and revived her for me. I am in her debt beyond gratitude. I shall create a pendant for her.

Still frustrated, despite my obvious development. I am considered no more than a walking hammer and my opinions and suggestions continue to go ignored. I am considering my options. As mother said, I know I can be a better person without needing a purple tabard to show it. It is not her choice to make, however. There is time and the reports and structure help me for now.

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Secondday Tarsahk, '75

Darling Mother,

I am doing my utmost to remedy my situation regarding those birds and bees. That said I accidentally walked in on a woman resting in the room I usually second to. I am unsure whether it was to my fortune that she was in state of good dress, but I will assume so for now. She appeared in good humour to the situation and even thought my bumbling apology had its wiles.

With memory to Uncle Malcolm I remember him telling me of a Cleric he had fascination with. Apparently argument and fighting plays a major part of courting though I do not understand this quite so much. He mentioned it lifted the spirit and enflamed passion. Well, Uncle Malcolm didn't put it that way exactly, but I am not about to quote his obtusiocity.

You are correct in that I didn't want to hear or see your amourous measure with Father. I was more inclined to be reading and learning about the Dwarven smiths and the manufacturing process or their technique with hammer in battle. Though I think I was correct to study so intently I should have set aside time to appreciate the other facets of life - something the Lionar is helping me with in cognizance to music art and dance. I believe this will aid with the lady thing.

I have completed my last report for my Mentor. I have a feeling my final report which is of the Lionar's choosing will involve music, art or dance. perhaps all three.

I believe you misunderstand my intention of joining this organisation. I aim to be Quartermaster. In regard to the armies of all the lands I know, the only station requiring more skill and need for a master smith would be with the Dwarves. There is no possibility of that for me. Providing Cormyrian Knights with my wares sounds like a more than adequate second best. I have no interest in Knighthood or any romantic fancies of wearing the armour of the Purple Dragons. I don't even like it, being frank. The design is mundane, the colouring monotonous and the over all appearance does not uplift the soul. Should I make it to the position of Quartermaster I shall petition the King himself to make his knights look more like the shining beacons of hope and strength they should be.

Whether I was at home at the mine or here in Cormyr I would be defending the area and culling the wildlife. I see no difference in acquiring a small measure of station whilst doing what I would normally. Worry not. Every sword arm at my side - Most people here have no knowledge of the value of a good axe or hammer in the hand can provide - is at least my equal in ability and my Elven friends carry the bow as if it were an extension of their being.

Speaking of which; Arlyn, Many and Frank have been travelling much lately. I am becoming more acquainted with their lack of inhibition and their more cavalier approach to society. It has loosened my back a little you will be pleased to note. I even cracked a joke... It wasn't very good and I owe Many a fruit basket for the attempt, but it was an attempt. It is relaxing and soothing to be finding humour where it was once remiss.

Enclosed is the pendant. It took me some time, but I believe my skill as a jeweler is slowly increasing. For Father is a small book on the history of Cormyrian Dragons and two maps of Cormyr, one a copy of one fo the first maps made of the area, the second up to date. No doubt he already has a copy, but I am sure he will appreciate the gesture. For my sister is a dress made by a Suzail seamstress. The quality is good and it should be perfect for wearing during her tutelage. I also enclose a set of strings for Uncle Malcolm's guitar. I hope they are adequate for the task and I apologise in advance to your ears. Should that accidentally go missing in the journey from your hand to his I will understand!

Can you ask the local Dwarf Smith about Adamantine weaponry for me? I have plenty to use and have much ability with it now. If a hammer head of adamantine would be a better smithing and fighting utensil I would like to give it a try.

Lastly I have been finding bloodstone. Is there any identifying mark or specific cut you or father prefer? It would be amusing to find our product this far south.

With affinity and fond affection I remain

your doting son,

Tiberius.

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Journal Entry:

Secondday Tarsahk, '75

Travelled to Skull Crag with intent to see the Demon and find out what he has to offer me in regard to items and ability. Many and Frank were opposed to summoning him, Arlyn was too, though I think she is just as interested as I am.

I saved the vial for later use.

I made prayer to Red Knight for Morris. His gift of scroll proved invaluable. I shall let him know of what happened.

Finally bucked up the courage of asking Many to aid me with this tongue thing. Although it is the safe option to ask her specifically, I find it hard to ask anyone else. It shall be discussed later. I doubt she will acquiesce, but nothing ventured nothing gained. Mother's idea of a bar maid or what have you could be the best route to get this out of the way. Above all I must remember manners and discretion when among my friends, especially those in the Corps.

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Journal Entry:

Fifthday Tarsakh '75

I saw that woman I accidentally barged in on at the Inn helping to defend Waymoot yesterday. I should probably say hello, she seems nice and definitely gave her all.

Spent my license savings on raise dead scrolls for Many, Arlyn and I. I think it's worth it. Money comes and goes, but when friends go they don't come back. Good investment.

I have my first stock item made. When I have more cash I must make more helms.

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//Refilling this and posting it as info as I have had more time to settle into the character and find out how he's changing.

Character name: Tiberius Malcolm Miller

Age and Birthday: 20, 27th day of Leaf fall.

Birth home / home of origin: Vaasa

Religion, if applicable: None - slight leaning towards Tymora, thinks most of the gods are self-serving power mongers.

1. What does your character fear? Snakes, those who use magic for the sake of having the ability to do so and snakes. rats creep him out a bit.

2. What does your character love? The heat of the forge and creating art through armour. It is one of the few times he is content with and demands solitude.

3. What does your character hate? Liars. Snakes.

4. What currently, motivates your character? Becoming the best black smith, especially in regards to armour, that he can be.

5. Do you consider your character to be pious? Not even remotely.

6. What does your character consider the meaning of life? If there is such a thing as fate nothing you do will change it, hide in a hole if you wish, you won't breathe one breath more. If there isn't then it doesn't make any difference. Carpe Diem.

7. Does your character have any quirks that set them apart from the crowd? He is incredibly shy among women, especially those he takes a liking to. - working on this one.

8. What are your character's flaws? Tiberius takes too much pride in his work and not enough pride in himself. - He's working on this, too.

9. What are your character's strengths? Loyalty to friends, the ability to look at every situation on its own merit.

10. Why does your character stay in Cormyr? He's forging his own path (slight pun intended) far from the reaches of his family. Cormyr is known for it's knights and he hopes to establish a contract to supply one of the many guilds their arms and armour one day.

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Sixthday Tarsakh '75

Mother Dear,

This letter is sent with optimism and reliance that all of you are in good health and that the mine prospers.

Things have been straining to the mind of late in regard to the Corps. Personal notion of what should be done under circumstance under guideline of Code and Virtue is not occurring and it is frustrating. It feels as though much of what I hear when being schooled and then what I see from those doing the schooling are not always in accord. I have made comment where appropriate but feel as though it is neither my place nor duty to pass judgement on those of higher rank, especially when I'm not even a Dragon, yet.

Knowing how a military organization works it makes it hard to swallow knowing I'd have to wait on dead man's boots before being given opportunity or risk treading on people's mental constitution at being given status based on merit and ability, not time served.

The Swordcaptain has returned to service following curious absence to which I am not privy of technicalities. He seemed nice enough until he dismissed me without candour after aiding me with a problem. Either he is not fit of mind from his absence or the stories I have heard are skewed by friendship. Either way I was put out, but did not show such and left with salute despite wanting to talk to the Lionar about education in music art and dance. As often happens it is probably a case of Rank before File but a public shunning is still just that.

That said much of what I have learned and done has been of my own doing and whilst personal initiative and work is a large part of being a Firstsword, a Squire should be attending duty to another where I am attending duty almost solely to myself.

For example the forest town of Waymoot, home of my friend Fynn and her family, was beset recently by a host lead in principal by Orcs. I was the only Squire there that I could see in my part of defence and there was only one firstsword. Aside from telling me to attend the wounded - I am a blacksmith and front line soldier, not a priest - during a lull in battle, I was left entirely to my own device though in hindsight it probably to my benefit not have been given orders by him. I formed up with my friends outside of the corps and helped form a protective rear guard with the archers arcanists to protect the town's gate, which would have otherwise been left free and clear for flanking attackers to run into and terrorize the citizens of the town. It was shameful to see such a deplorable lack of tactical nous by so many great minds and able sword arms.

During battle the Firstsword bragged to all defenders present that we may as well leave as he and his friend could handle the entire evil horde by themselves.

I disliked the brash, foolhardy tones, self embellishment and show of bravado that appeared to be for the benefit of his bedmate - whom I think is a very nice lady. My level of respect in regards to this man has fallen considerably. Not because he was confident, not by any means, he backed up his words with action and indeed is as formidable an opponent any man could face. But because his attitude in the colours of the Corps reflected badly in his dismissal of the level of danger facing common people struggling to fend off an assault on their homes. I can only hope the townsfolk did not hear him.

It makes me wonder if holding rank in the Corps. is a status symbol first and term of service second to those with it.

I find myself drawn towards travelling and fighting with friends of similar bent than with compariots under the standard and at this time I am seriously considering stepping down and becoming a Smith of my own standing in preference to aspiring to being Quartermaster to the Corps -The Corps does not have a Quartermaster of their own, they defer to a smith under the Dragon Knights in Castle Cragg.

Although my current ruminations are negative pertaining to my Squireship I do like my mentor a great deal and she is a shining example to everyone in purple and blue by word and action. I could not have hoped for a more open and considerate mind to turn to when I need help. There are also several Squires and a couple of Firstswords for whom I have appreciation for and owe debt of gratitude.

I can handle the hazing and dressing down a new recruit does and should face through initiation, I adeptly handled as much when in Officer training with the Militia, but I think the crux of the matter is this:

The more time passes the less I like this armour! In all consideration the boring dullness of the colours I wear holds no reverence in the eye of the beholder and it depresses me. Also the more I consider the need the less I think there will be open mindedness to accept change from those who make the decisions.

I'm selling more adamantine and doing a good job of it. It has occurred to me that I can broker a deal with the RCMH to smith wares without being a member of it.

I apologise, Mother. Reading back, much of this epistle shows nothing but discontent for my time in Cormyr. Trust me when I say it just the shade from one tree. I am standing up to to Trolls and Ettins by myself and feeling a lease of freedom and life for it. During the assault on Waymoot and felled a winged demon in one on one combat! It was three times my height that bore up from the ground. I have never been so full of fear in my life, nor so proud of my resolve to face it. I may try and face down a hill giant soon.

How goes my darling sister's apprenticeship? I am sure Father is doing his best to make her regret sitting at that desk in front of -that- black board in spite of how much he enjoys it so. Did she like the dress I sent and does it fit? It has been a full season since I last saw her and I hope I appraised it correctly not just in size but also in design and colour also.

I hope Uncle Malcolm's recovery is progressing steadily. With any measure of fortune he no longer needs aid of stick to walk and is holding shield and sword again, if only in the face of a practice dummy.

Lastly I hope you have had opportunity to run free your axe into the verminous wolves without injury or danger to the mine or Palischuk and that Castle Perilous is blissfully quiet and free of Dragon. It makes me wonder sometimes if the mine's proximity to both is the reason you and Father chose to take it on. Plenty of wealth to be made for a family to build on, there are more beasts and monsters that you could ever dream of smacking with your axe and then there is the Tiamat thing for Father to dwell on.

The night draws on and I must sleep for I have Ogres and Ettins to chase down on the morrow.

With love and resolve I remain

Your son,

Tiberius.

EDIT: Post lunch re-read found several errors.

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OOC: Copies of all letters and journal entries posted are in his bag. Should access be obtained and letters read these can be considered ic info.

Eighthday Tarsakh, 1375

Father,

I hope this letter finds everyone in fine form and considerable health and that the mine prospers still.

I have a small request in relation to Dragons:

I have a friend from Hulruaa who is particularly interested in Castle Perilous and the Tiamat question. If you have any texts or perhaps a book or two on the subject I could adopt temporarily that she might broaden her knowledge I would be most grateful.

Although I am not following in your footsteps I want to impress upon you that I carry your temperament and ambition in every step before me.

With pride I remain

Your son,

Tiberius.

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Eleventhday Tarsahk, 1375

Mother,

Recent events have merited praise on several occasions during the last few days and yet I write with consternation heavy on my mind.

Firstly the good news.

Following the assault on Waymoot I took it upon myself to help with the clean up effort and dedicated time and resources to repairing gate, wall and roadway for the citizens, and arms and armour for the town Guard.

Over the two near full days I spent there I have grown to like the forest. It is calm and peaceful when the dangers within recede enough to allow one time for relaxation and perspective. This may be due to the fact that I was given full use of a nice, open forge.

On the evening of the second night I was requested to show presence at the Manor of the town's Lord, Fifar Woodband. I was in disheveled state, but acquiesced with curiosity. Upon entrance I was greeted with applause and calls of uplifting nature that brought both smile and flush to face. I had never experienced such before and it bolstered faith in personal sacrifice to see so many people satisfied by my humble work.

Firstly the Lord presented me with a sack of gold to put in purpose acquisition of Merchant's Licence - which I did - and then followed this un-necessary gesture of physical reward with one of title. In said measure I am now Tiberius Malcolm Miller Defender of Waymoot. following the presentation I was ordered with light humour to take bath!

It was a most gratifying moment that will linger in foremost thought for a good while. I shall ensure I travel back regularly and offer my services at small discount to any citizen of the town.

I also lead my first patrol with the Corps, an expedition from Arabel to Castle Crag, a major garrison for the Purple Dragons. I wanted to lead the line, seeing as that is something I have aspired to, but I had so long been employed only as a flanking hammer it has now become something I do well and so I directed myself to that tasking and used the best skills of everyone involved without thought to personal need or ambition.

I only had one real issue where I had to admonish a Firstsword for not following explicit orders but it was taken well and the trip went without much hitch.

Inside we were approached by a Noble, Lady Lavern of Arabel who requested escort back to the city. I seconded leadership of the patrol to my Mentor, Hannah Ashall, believing official escort duty should not be lead by an aspiring novice, but by a sword with proper authority.

This also went well and I was tasked with providing personal protection to the Lady Lavern. She was bold and had temerity in her soul and I enjoyed her company. We were rewarded with potions of healing and restorative powers. After fallout and dismissal I was debriefed by Hannah who said she was pleased with my work. Obviously some room for improvement - it has been two years past since my commissioned term with Palishuk Militia - but a good first patrol.

Lastly I intimate something joyful yet the ultimate cause of my consternation.

I have spent the last few days in the very pleasant company of a young lady. She has a free soul, good sense of wit and jocular ability. I have done my best over the course of the last two days to recover from embarrassment and with temerity be forthright and personable. We have on three occasions slept in the same room - on all three occasions I was fully clothed and did not impart to take advantage in regards to the birds and bees and all occasion adventuring wounds were the requesting need to recuperate - and on the third instance we shared a brief moment of intimacy by way of kiss before she had requirement to assail away and tend to her personal affects.

For the duration of the day afterward I was in highest spirit and upheld by the utmost confidence in self. This was until I foolishly disclosed personal information regarding this event to Ander, Arlyn and Many in the Wailing Wheel in front of patrons and inkeep. Many went into instant rant in elvish tongue. I did not wish to know detail of it as I consider it rude to use foreign tongue by friends to me when they are in full command of the knowledge I do not understand them - I do not reel off volumes of Vaasan to them after all - but Arlyn translated with self amusement regardless of my request.

I quote what stuck in my head - "Are you out of your mind! The woman is married!" There was more in between the two, but to first insult to my intelligence when I was unaware of the facts and then reveal that they knew the woman I had been with in Arlyn and Ander's presence was married and they did not consult me on such? Frankly I was appalled at the time. Firstly because they are my friends and secondly, Ander is a Paladin. To my mind discourse should have been made by them upon knowledge of my interest - which was made earlier that morning - or not at all.

I was later made aware during apology by Many that she has divorced association with her husband, though the marriage has yet to be annulled and that her only concern was that the husband will likely react poorly and attend visit to my person with harmful manner. Whether any point of statement is true I cannot say, though I have not know Many to speak untruth

In regards to the Lady this circumstance does not worry me. I stand by my action and can understand a recourse to retain such information from my being in consideration to complications. I think I should broach subject politely in private with the lady, though I also feel I would be better served by not doing so and allowing her to tell me when she is ready.

Does the kiss alone make me an adulterer? If so would it affect my standing in the Corps or is that a question to ask my Mentor in regard to the Knightly Code and Virtues even though I am not a Knight?

And now you are aware in full the wellspring of my discontent. Any advice you or father can impart would be greatly received.

I will repair to include gifts and messages light of heart in nature within content of my next letter.

With love and respect I remain

Your son,

Tiberius.

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Journal Entry:

Dear Tiberius,

All of that apprehension and fear for something that enjoyable?

You're an idiot.

Sincerely,

Other Tiberius.

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Journal Entry:

Sixteenthday Tarsakh, '75

Decided to go to muster despite it not being an order. Bad idea.

The trust I had in Elves, built upon friendship with Many and Arlyn especially, is faded steeply by experience and estimation. The self importance and dismissive nature of their leaders in regard to respect for humans and our affairs is legendarily arrogant. They whispered their disagreement, disdain and plans for meeting with Dwarves at our table in my earshot.

I recognised the Blue Priestess, another named to me as Isiovel and the third was Teneas, whom I have met a couple fo times now. Isiovel was the most disturbing of the three, Teneas the most sensible and respectful.

Always have I doubted understanding of the race. This souring meeting has bolstered this opinion. Trust cannot be imparted their way. They are clearly far too self absorbed a people in general.

The Dwarves were just like the ones I know back home and it brought much needed resolve to my heart in light of the Elven question. Enough said there. I hope to see their forge work soon.

Ander resigned. He needed to for his own peace of mind. when I get the time I must remind him of his hypocrisy. I am angered by his presence, but he is my still my friend. My loose morals aside I shall try and remind of this. Part of me feels he did so on purpose to form excuse to leave, thinking I would be the least offended.

Mentor was promoted to Swordcaptain. I am geniunely pleased for her success.

Roxanne is a source of concern. Should Devin fail in his task to control her opprobrium, matters will find their way to my own hands. I shall not brook such childish prattle designed only to hurt and offend. I thought she was a Sunite.

Took second bath on Many's advice following personal time in Wisp's company by the fire. Very well received on my part! I steadily grow more confident and comfortable with each passing moment. Arlyn would be proud.

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Eighteenthday Tarsakh, '75

Necro Bob showed up twice today. This has never happened before. Firstly, he showed up in the Crypt of Margoth and saved Arlyn at cost to ensuring Ander knew it was only done for his benefit. Considering my recent state of mind in regard to my friend I was only too happy to help.

The second time he showed up he had lost his keys. Needless to say it resulted in us all being killed and then him bringing us back for his amusement.

One thing I learned today was that Bob is so powerful and random that he doesn't scare me any more. Pointless trying to gain any measure of control in a situation where I clearly have none. When he shows up what will be will be. Perhaps this could be used to my advantage, but I am not sure how that would be as yet.

Had an extensive talk with Wisp about several things and came to a couple of conclusions.

Her job isn't necessarily noble but I am not in mind to question or judge. My feelings for her are primary, but within reason. I am not so naive to think I am love with the first girl I take fancy to.

My goals in regard to Skull Crag should be kept secret from Ander, Many and the Corps. I am resplendent with determination to find out what Amorax has to offer me, but the same point in the crypt is foiling my every attempt. I had an idea to get aid from someone no one likes and after discussing it with Whisper, I may discuss this with Arlyn as I believe her curiosity may be piqued just enough to come along.

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// Some more pics of Ty - they fit the character much more naturally than Burt even though I love him so.

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Twentythirdday Tarsakh, '75

I asked Roxanne why she hasn't said more than hello to me in a week and made inquiry to see if it was if what I said to Devin about him controlling her properly and if she would prefer I not journey with her, Kira, Kira and Kiki. Instead of finding out what was up and if amends could be made I was treated to a journey long temper tantrum.

I am convinced she was dropped on her head repeatedly as a child. It's either that or Arlyn is right and her head is knocking against headboard with incessant frequency. One thing I know fer certain is that if I am received with lack of respect and civility someone will be put over bended knee and treated to the spanking she so thoroughly deserves.

Elsewise:

Still waiting on replies from Vaasa. I hope everything is alright.

Whisper and I are definitely somewhere betwixt 'floaty' and 'you and I.' I am officially become man through rite beyond that of age alone.

Tired of my Uniform. Made myself some new armour to cheer me up. Need cash to buy one of those magic bags to put the other in.

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Twentysixthday Tarsakh, '75

Because she has had a bit of a hard time of late I decided to give Boots a gift in form of necklace I made thinking it might cheer her up to know that some one is thinking of her in these dark times of accusation and gossip. problem is I think she saw it as being something more than a trinket to put a smile on her face. So she just ran off without so much as a thanks to another man. You'd have thought I am without fidelity to Whisper and haven't given handmade necklaces out to my friends before.

You try to be nice...

The women of Cormyr are fast become a source of consternation to my idiom. Do they all think everything revolves around them and their feelings of ardour? Exceptions to this rule exist only to prove this belief and act as a foundation on which the level of narcissism prospers.

Silver finally made some time for me today and gave me a couple of minor tasks. I had felt especially snubbed a couple nights back as I set out food for all and asked to sit and talk only to be shunned in favour of people strolling up. It has been a disheartening time - the Banites are more important than my training.

Up until yesterday my training had been at a complete stand still for over a tenday as I have completed all of my reports, walked myself without taking to all the outposts I have heard of and need only my final tasking, but I must remain patient. There has been a lot going on of late and Hannah is under more pressure than most. I find it especially difficult to talk to her right now and get much needed advice what with all the smothering she is receiving.

Everyone is looking out for her, but I think I'm one of the few people who is blind to her position as wife or family member and see only the champion really she is. She is a swordcaptain in the Corps., not a house keeper. So while everyone coddles her I hope that if needed she looks out for me!

Unfortunately I doubt we'll be going walking or talking any time soon and that in itself is frustrating because I feel I am ready for a lot more than I am feeding myself and until we do I am stuck in this rut.

Still no word from Vaasa. If this continues I may have to travel back.

Enough bitching.

I have been having a very good time with Whisper, Gwyn, Arlyn and when she is with us, Many. I feel these people understand me more than anyone else and I am proud to have them as friends.

Although I have not told anyone I have been learning about myself and womankind a lot. Not just physically, which has been enjoyable and enlightening, but also emotionally too. I need to speak with Many, though, and get some much needed opinion and advice but she has been fraught with her own problems of late so I might have to be bold and ask another friend. I'm just comfortable asking her.

I also have three bank notes saved up so I will be making Mithril within a tenday if this level of profitability continues! I will need a buyer, however.

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My Son,

The last few weeks have been decidedly interesting. Three Dragons, all Red, from Castle Perilous beset Palishuk and it has been a halcyon return to old form rousing up the locals to form a proper defence from their evil ways.

I have spent my days casting offensive spells, rebuilding Golems for the Mines I distributed throughout the town to help defend the more important buildings and put out fires.

You know how it is, you just can't mediate Reds.

Your mother was able to dust off her Greataxe and stand toe to claw with the middle dragon. The battle lasted a good hour and a half but we now have a good sized dragon's head sat out front the ore silo. She'll never admit it, but she's rusty. I warded her from fire and gave her a skin of stone from the safety of the ethereal plane but you know your mother, she would accept no more.

The smaller one was finally slain by the Captain Tharikk and its teeth taken as trophy for the Barracks room.

It is with regret, however that I inform you your smith friend Grauk was taken by the largest. I assure he died well, charging the ancient with hammer held high cursing and with good humour at the beast. I saw him get one good shot in before the dragon ate him in one clean go. It was quick. I think it is safe to say that although the Ancient escaped my clutches when I had it at the brink of death your Dwarven friend gave that creature no pleasure in the eating and less comfort through digestion. Pretty sure Grauk would like to be remembered with humour in that respect. I have his hammer and may send it to you if his Dwarfkin agree.

Suffice to say the threat has been dealt with for now but it has taken its toll on the operation of the mining facility and exportation of refined Bloodstone is at a near stand still as the locals are loathe to traverse open field and wooded dell for fear of a visit from our scaly friends.

Your sister is safe. I prevented Malcolm from joining the battle by petrification. He is in no state still to raise dire mace. Your mother is cut, bruised and scraped and in very high spirits. I have much study to do now and see if Tiamat is making high presence felt at Perilous.

I shall send your friend the books you want soon. It is low on my list of priorities at this time and I am sure she'll have plenty to occupy the mind in its stead.

Get some girlfriends. See the world, but above all enjoy yourself.

I remain your proud and still limping,

Father.

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*In the darkened inn room, the young red-head carefully disentangles herself from the sleeping smith. She watches him sleep for a moment, seeming satisfied as she watches the deep rise and fall of his chest and the flicker of eyelids absorbed in dreams.

Easing herself from the bed, she silently pads across the room in her bare feet towards where the man's clothing and equipment are neatly stowed. Without a sound, she opens his bag and removes the leather bound journal with its bundle of letters stuffed inside. Satisfied that the man's breathing is still deep and steady, she takes the journal and sits before the dying embers of the fireplace.

There, she quietly reads through all that is written. When she is done, she looks once more to the deeply sleeping man, then returns the journal and letters to where she found them. She carefully replaces everything as it was.

For a moment, she simply stands beside the bed, watching the man's chest rise and fall. She brushes a stray lock of hair from across his eyes before slowly and quietly crawling back into the bed beside him. She rests her head on his chest before slowly drifting back off to into a light sleep*

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Journal Entry:

Twentyeighthday Tarsakh, '75

Had my arse handed to me twice last night. Once in Espar, biting off more than I can chew - no issues. Then in the Orc cave North of Suzail. I blame Arlyn for her distracting flightiness but it is no excuse really. I got over confident and complacent. Lesson learned.

I took my frustrations out on Orcs and Gnolls. It was rather profitable actually. I have another bank note, replaced two raising scrolls and I still have a nine page wizard scroll and a voluptuous ruby to sell on.

Things with Wisp seem smooth and I am content. Sometimes we go to sleep in a tangled mess and one of us wakes up on our own. Sometimes I tiptoe in on her slumber after checking the door for the trap. We often wake together the following morning. No idea why, not complaining. Also we both have our own lives and don't ask questions.

If only everything was this easy.

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Firstday Mirtul '75

Things are reaching a head.

I believe myself physically and mentally capable beyond reasonable doubt to be successful in the Corps, however, I do not see myself comporting the required political or moral disposition for the job.

Having to wait because of other priorities is not an issue. But, being told that I should suffer my business income and deny legal customers because of appearances is, in my mind's eye, nothing short of elitism.

As far as I am concerned if you're not in jail you're innocent until proven otherwise with the proviso of a State pronounced outlaw who is on the run. And if you have served time for punishment then you have paid your debt to society. I care not for divine beliefs, cliques or guilds. I care for my skill as a smith and making coin as one through reputation of being neutral.

In addition to this if I pass the trials I become a Cormyrian citizen by proxy. I'm Vaasan and damned well proud of it.

They're already frowning upon some allegiances and hard forged friendships and next I can easily see being told who I can and cannot associate with.

By enforcement of standing order, increased security and the extroverted mollycoddling of my Mentor, the Banites have already won. Thats compounded by the fact we're the Corps. of Monster Hunters, not Regulators.

I nearly slapped Ander in public. He's a good man, but damn he can be a thoughtless arrogant blinkered fool sometimes. How can anyone honestly stand before me and insult my colleagues and not expect to be called out for it? He broke up with Arlyn shortly after and I have not seen him since. When I see him next he is owed a broken nose by way of punishment for his vanity.

I missed out on the chance to get lesson from Silverstring as Hannah had to leave early. I think that bottling her up is nothing short of folly and the frustration is a detriment to her ability and insult to her as a person. How can you enjoy yourself when you are so restrained by your peers? I am still looking forward to this lesson, especially seeing I am become confident and with much less impeded nerve regarding womankind.

The rest of the Revel was so much fun, though. Arlyn and Gwyn cannot handle their imbibations and both had to go to the bridge and purge their poor stomachs.

That alone was worth donning near formal attire.

Whisper looked lovely. I have never seen her in dress before and it did her no malpractice to see deep blue fabric flowing so nicely about her tantalizing frame.

I am leaning closer to a you and I and further from floaty with each passing day. That said I am not resolving delusions of grandeur just yet.

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*Quietly, they lie together in the inn room after a long day of travelling and many hard-fought battles. The young red-head watches him write by candlelight. Stretched out on her side, she props herself up on one elbow, casually looking on as he fills the page with his neat script.

She reads the words as they are formed upside down, showing little reaction to what is written for the most part (perhaps a slight curl of one side of her mouth as he writes about the encounter with Ander).

He appears to pay little mind to her as she watches and she does not hide the fact that she is doing so. After a short while, he finishes recording his thoughts. She points to the last few sentences, only arching a brow briefly and smiling. She pauses for a moment, then speaks.*

"You forgot about the business in the Hullack, Ty. Aren't you going to write about that?"

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*Looking up he frowns a little, making eye contact with those cerulean blues and speaks with pensive and agreeable tone and dips quill in ink once more.*

"Good point, Wisp."


Journal Entry Addendum:

We traveled to Waymoot with Fynn and on our way found an ancient portal of Elvish design. Unable to refuse opportunity for adventure we proceeded through and wound up in the Hullack. I have put this location to memory.

With mindful notation I report the grave danger projected by the fearsome and grotesquely large wolves. Out of instinct Gwyn took one down with his formidable death magic and upon this act an Elf of haughty posture and disdainful attitude reprimanded us in common and Elven. I have no time to be dealing with and Elf so self obsessed to think I studied their tongue I made slightly off comment and moved to back, awaiting composed discussion.

The Elf became less impressionable and more self important quoting service to the crown, unaware I serve also. When confronted on this instead of calmed tone I was greeted with demand for salute which was not returned until asked for. I was asked my name. I gave it happily and ensured correct spelling so that when the fool reports me at least it'll look correct on file. I was then ordered to leave the forest which I obeyed gladly.

This encounter only further sullies my opinion and beliefs of the creed's indignant, self serving nature. I hope that Arlyn and Many do not allow themselves to become as innately unlikable as so many of their cousins are. I pray it is not something that develops naturally in their character as they progress in age, though if it is the case at least I can take solace knowing I will not be there to see them fall from such an amiable and enjoyable grace.

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Thirdday Mirtul '75

Went out exploring the land with Kore last night. A real case of two heal kits and determination at one point that Tymora swung our way. Fortune does indeed favour the brave.

Made a good few bob and bought a new hammer. I need to modify it a little to my specifications but it's an improvement on the one I had before.

Kore's an odd duck. Like me she's more comfortable hitting things than discussing topics that manifest nerves and embarrassment, but we muddled through some things to satisfactory outcome. I think she likes Gwyn more than she lets on and that it is due to her past, which I did not press. Not my business.

Looking forward to venturing toward Treasure Island this eve.

Enough pause for thought, back to patrolling for Orcs.