Tiberius Miller

[elysiumfields]

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.


Journal Entry:

Two days after my last.

Oh! Gods my head!

A large group of us went to an island occupied by pirates. We made a lot of money but it was not easy.

After we divvied up I ran some errands, had a chat with Miss Boots about this and that and a man she introduced as Phelzaron. He was dressed from head to toe in bright yellow. It became apparent she is coupled with a man who's name begins with a Z.

Once done I got back to our room, Wisp and I celebrated with the Pirate's ill gotten gains. We rounded off the remainder of the Revel booze and the last chocolate cake in ways best not recorded. Suffice to say there was much sinning and reveling, joviality and passion. My aching head, sensitive ears and straining eyes are well earned symptoms.

We'll be enjoying a quiet, lazy bath when I set quill on table.

[elysiumfields]

Journal Entry:

Evening, Tenthday, Mirtuil '75

I was asked to attend meeting with the Swordcaptain and Ornrion this day to discuss a letter I penned to Hannah listing several concerns about my role in the corps. I do not think that they were under the impression that they were being judged by me as much as I was by them.

After being told that Gorstag was wrong I was still told that I should not sell to those who could affect the Corps negatively. This, to my mind, still contravenes the Lesser article of business hindrance.

In regard to my issues with not being included I was told flatly that it was my perspective that was wrong and that I should make more effort to get involved. I am not sure that they try to see things from other people's perspective because if they did my input on the matter would not have been so readily flattened without chance for discourse. Privilege of rank I guess.

Hannah went over some things about training and hinted at joining me on a trip to Marsember but then made suggestion of a special bath I should take Whisper to. I shall take her advice on that in the near future.

She also said she would take me to High Horn, which was pleasing as I have tried twice to reach it without success.

When I suggested that Squires should be invited as much as they ask to join I was not received well. I was confused. Squires have to be taught and they cannot be expected to do everything by themselves, surely?

Then the main business - my career. Silver was vague at best and entirely without optimism from where I sat. Without a smithing reason to be in the Corps why would I stay? But the chance was appealing enough in regard to finally being given my Leader's Report.

To actually be tasked with making several designs for the Corps? It was a dizzying prospect that I have dreamed of and sketched regularly since I joined. It was too tantalizing and out weighed all of the negative aspects I had faced. I would have thought that my report would have been on music art and dance or something else equally abhorrent to my personal ability to push me on.

I told them I had to carefully consider my position because I did not want to waste their time training me and perhaps promoting me only for me to resign because my needs would never be met. That was only met with silent scorn and though he tried to conceal it, that faint smile of his popped up and I knew he was done.

He cut me off, ended the meeting and escorted me out before I could bring up the question of citizenship or the Elven Alliance (Though I admit to likely hearing one response to that - shut up and follow orders in regard to alliances)

Turns out he had someone waiting for him outside and lived up to all of my grievances as I was once again dismissed and dropped for something without explanation or invitation to help. "Run along and play with your toys so the grown ups can talk." It wasn't said, but that's exactly what it felt like. So With zero resolution aside from a mention to take me to High Horn I was left with no choice that I could see, as disappointing as it was and as crestfallen and dejected as it made me in the pit of my stomach.

I handed in my pin and mustered humility and offered praise to both the Ornrion and Swordcaptain and offer my hammer in any service they need if they ask. I was received with only the best hostility and ill manners they had to offer in return.

Silver was clearly not willing to listen to me, caught up on a phrase he took only one half of and was childish and sullen. Hannah was just plain ascerbic.

I said I was sure it was just stress that caused such painful attitude and words and although I offered my Hammer again any time they needed I knew there and then that no matter what happens in the future, no matter how hard I fight by their side or how honest and brilliant any advice they give, I lost two highly valued and respected friends. Nothing I say will change their view that I am anything but selfish and nothing they say can now restore the perfection they held in my esteem.

I am bereft of thought and in need of the one person in Cormyr I feel understands and actually knows me. If I can't find her I shall pay a visit to the White Dragon. Either way I shall be sated, win or lose.

[elysiumfields]

Journal Entry:

Morning Eleventhday, Mirtuil. '75

The morning finds me in slightly better mood. Had a late night and we went to the bath house. I forgot the soap so we busied ourselves otherwise. I confess forgetting where we were. We retired back to our room with more cake. I'm getting better with that, though I must remember Many's advice next time.

I'm still going to visit the Dragon, alone if I have to. I have a better hammer and better armour and if I can convince, a friend with better traps.

I must write home soon.

[nettiespaghetti]

*written beneath the entry and underlined with several emphatic quill strokes*

Not on your own, you don't!

[elysiumfields]

Journal Entry:

Eighteenthday Mirtul, '75

Let's see, I missed a few things recently...

Killed the Dragon with Alaethyl and Whisper! I have several teeth to send home.

Killed the Were beast under the tavern in Suzail alone. It was my third attempt, but a couple potions of clarity did the trick. For some reason the bloody thing kept making me think I was surrounded by puppies?

Hannah did not stab me in the face today, and made pleasantries. I know it sounds obvious, but it was nice, even if she doesn't mean them.

Kyra wasn't as forthcoming. I might find out why at a later date.

Spent some time with Jacia and she took me to the Red Knight Temple to look at some armours. I was loathe to go in light of recent events, but I was assured that Silver and Hannah had gone to Thunderstone so there was no chance of interrupting them. I saw a pair of boots I would dearly love, but they are far and beyond my capacity to afford right now. I shall be patient.

[elysiumfields]

Seventhday Flamrule, 1375

My friend,
With your upcoming nuptials looming with ever increasing velocity I wanted to offer you a gift of ceremonial armour for your glorious day.

If there is anything in the way of design you have in mind please let me know. I will spare no expense to ensure you have you have armour that reflects your devotion, kindness, dedication and love for your betrothed.

Please remember I am available any time you need me at your side, whether it is social, to aid you on a quest or in the defence of the realm, even on a patrol. Despite the opinions of others, please know that I have no need of a badge and uniform to help my friends or the state freely when called upon.

I remain always your humble servant and friend,

Tiberius Miller
Defender of Waymoot

[elysiumfields]

Journal Entry:

Morning Seventhday Flamerule, '75

Where to start...

Hectic does not cover it. I have made less than seven thousand since the economy collapsed. Even with the sale I only sold two full suits and an extra helm. Times are lean.

These past months have been trying. I have had adjust to losing people I thought were friends, acquainting myself with new ones, even wanting, maybe needing to think about more than myself.

Since I left the Corps it has been a passion for me to carry out my final report even though I may never give the armours over. It is my labour, no one else's, and there will be no fruit coming from this tree. I doubt Cald would take them anyway. It has been an expensive and back breaking task as well; making the steel adamantine parts required for the twenty or so designs I have kept in mind and then carrying them with me where I go.

I dearly wish that my competencies with tailoring clothes was more accomplished. It is not a stretch from making armour, but metals feel so much more natural for me to work into functional pieces. I may speak with Jacia regarding the use and functionality of her uniform... I never considered the notion before, but I'm sure there is a requirement for a lot of pockets.

In spite of Kyra's obvious, insulting disdain for my choice to leave I have friends there still. I'll not pay mind to thoughts, however. Better to make the the best choice for all involved and lose friends than stick on a bad path and struggle with my conscience constantly. Perhaps if this choice is so scolding we were not friends to begin with.

I'd love to see where this money I'm supposed to be raking in is though, I could really use it to upgrade everything as I still have all the same equipment I had from when I was a Squire except the boots and belt I found. In a strange manner it is comforting though to know that rumour mills and back talk exist in Cormyr as well as Vaasa.

By contrast Morris and Jacia are especially dear to me, they have offered their advice, friendship and have not judged me for my realisations or decisions since I left. I shall deplete my meagre savings to ensure they have a worthy wedding present.

Back to work.

[elysiumfields]

*A note is slipped loosely into his journal*

I know you can see this.

My jealousy is forgotten but keep an eye on him and a knife at his back. Not for my ego, but in memory of the one favour from your other world that I asked of you.

He serves Tyr and if they make a move when I am unable to react then all could be lost.

I'll keep my hammer at my side at all times.

[elysiumfields]

Dear Tiberius,

Find another Goddess to pray to on those rare times you do or spurn the lot of them. Tymora is playing her game without lubrication.

Respectfully,

Other Tiberius.

[elysiumfields]

Dear Tiberius,

For killing that mouthy scythe wielding thing who gives other half orcs a bad name, you have my thanks.

Other Tiberius.

[elysiumfields]

So time has passed and things have changed greatly for me if late. I pay my tithes, taxes and earn some coin in the forge but the anvil no longer holds the same sway over me as it once did. Those I aspired to emulate have proved to be no one worth such considerable effort. We all have our secrets, I am no different.

I like my hidden life. I find myself exhilarated by the things I never thought I would see myself doing. It lifts my spirits and makes me feel a more complete person to wield the weight of personality the way I do now. I adore how people, especially those closest to me, think me ignorant and naive, mindless and stupid... some even consider me sweet. Little do they know! I shall do nothing to inhibit those reactions in others. It gives me more confidence in my abilities knowing that whilst one side of my coin has a lustre everyone recognises, the flip side harbours my new talents so well.

I am, have been and will continue to be judicious in my use of these newly found talents. I never knew the threat of my action could hold as much or more weight than the actual force of my blows, alas I know that I must keep the things that make me feared shrouded in secrecy.

I do need to learn some new talents though. I am unable to do the things I want to without help and I must not rely on anyone to do it for me.

[deadbeatbert]

Journal Entry:

I have returned to Suzail.

Vaasa has been a strange mistress, once home and while still the hearth of my family I felt the call of Cormyr's wild abandon every day and could no longer deny it's pull. With father long recovered and mother being her grand self, I was only still working the mine because I could not admit my unswerving desire.

Much has changed, more has remained as it was. I find myself changed most, more confident in myself and a little less in my abilities. More than the treasured possessions I have lost, including the ring bestowed upon me by Necro Bob, I have lost my edge. I am not as sharp in battle or skilled in smithing and haggling. I have spent too long pushing mining carts, forging tools and loading wagons with processed Bloodstone, and not enough time pressing Orc lines, challenging Wyrms or assaulting the very borders of my limitations and staking my claims without fear of repercussion. Perhaps it is to be expected, but this must change.

I will seek a place in Waymoot. I still cherish the backwater town and wish to keep my oath.

I have met an old curmudgeon by way of the name Ben. Simple, unassuming, alcoholic, My kind of guy. He toils my jib, I toil his back. It is a good thing that I hope continues for a long time yet. He travels with an elf by name of Eva. She is interesting with a questionable taste in armour design, though this may be a pressing attempt at flirtation.

Also met have been Crow, a measured finger wiggler, self assured and confident. We shall travel often I hope.

Arlyn is Arlyn, Many is Many and I pray to the Seldarine they never change. 

My dearest Gwydion, stood side by side at The Battle of Waymoot on our first meeting, revered in friendship for his advice and humour is no more. He is missed daily. I shall atone for the days I lived without this knowledge with prayers to his gods for safe keeping, a never ending component pouch and the largest, lightest sword that suits him. Did I fail him with my absence? This is something I shall never know, perhaps his death was fated, but it is something that will linger with me for a long time to come.

Lastly I have found her and swear an oath not to lose again.

[deadbeatbert]

Updated information:


Physical Details:

Height: 6'4”
Weight: 220lbs
Hair:Ranges from fairly a short dark blond coif to shoulder length shaggy locks. Depending on when it was last cut. His facial hair will often either be in need of shaving or clean shaved. In winter he sports a beard.
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.
Battle Style: He uses all of his force in a very straight forward brutish manner, taking every opportunity to pummel his foe into the ground and then aim for weak spots in their armour. There is no grace to this at all.

In the last three and a half years, Tiberius has grown two inches and added nearly thirty pounds to his frame. His hair has darkened a little, with the golden sheen of his mother's locks giving slight way to his father's mousey brown hair. His attitude has also changed. He is more confident in himself as a person and recognises his faults more, but that has not paid any influence over his desire to test himself at every opportunity. The odour of the forge is almost ever present and the soot and grime of smithing clings to him like a trophy.

[deadbeatbert]

Journal Entry - 

I have sold my first set of armour to a goodly young knight in Greatgaunt by the name of Nicholas. I still have my eye.

Met a fellow call Urdith interested in Cold Iron as I am. I shall forge a warhammer with my first ingot, for that is the rule. Once I have that in place I shall start thinking about making some armour with it depending on the cost and demand for it.

It is going to be an interesting time working the hammer again.

P.S.

Dear Tiberius,

You also have really sore abs. I blame her, not you. 

Other Tiberius

[deadbeatbert]

Journal Entry -

Today has been delightful.

A specialised Greatsword with runic inlay. A longsword and rapier and an adamantine inlaid hood with promise of an adamantine shield.

I stink. It's beautiful.

I want more days like these.