Post by wolfbran on Jul 23, 2012 0:07:33 GMT -5
//The IC notes and journal of Leonidas:
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Decided to keep track more of what has been going on for myself, instead of just sending messages back home..Has been awhile now, I arrived here weeks ago, at least..so far, I managed to raid most of the local threats around Great gaunt, aided in retrieving a portrait for the Paladins of the Triad, made a few allies. Doesn't look like much in writing, but I've been keeping myself busy. I've sen't messages back home for reinforcement, but so far I've only seen one of my old comrades sen't here, and no more. I am unsatisfied with that, but not much more I can do.
I start writing this now to organize my thoughts, keep my head in line..this day, I've been with some companions, good men, and a woman, honorable sort. We wen't after Giants, assaulted a White Dragon, we all came out alive..Sen't a box back home with a Wyrmling head. Think they received, and understood the message. I found the Dragons. Later that day, on our way back, we came across a fallen man, he was on horseback, both slaughtered by a giant. He had a sword by him, looked magical, the woman more or less immediately made to pick it up, but I held her back. The men and I had plans to give the man a proper burial, but an ill command was sen't to one of the men to pick up the sword. So he did, and both horse and man turned to ash and crumbled. I was instantly on their case about it, made me furious! I told them not to disturb the sword. After all, what is a raggedy looking adventurer on a simple steed doing with a powerful sword, that is obviously too expensive for him? But that doesn't matter now..would've been picked up when we left to provide a burial for the man. Always bury a fallen soldier with his sword. However, as we were walking back, it found it's way into my hands! And I touched it not! It would not let me cast it away, it was stuck in my hands. Cursed! Gods know how it got into my hands, of all people there! Later that day, I had one of my companions with me cast a remove curse spell. It worked, and I could then sheath the sword. Keeping this vague, somewhat short, if this falls into ill hands, after we did some information gathering, we set out to destroy it. The journey was long, but we finally got to where we wanted. A mass of lava in front of us then, and it was time to destroy the cursed sword. It..clouded my thoughts..messed with me..I couldn't bring myself to destroy it, it had some power, after all..I turned on my companions, which is unlike myself in every way. The fight ensued, lasted minutes, at least..I put up a good fight, my close companion, wasn't going to let me leave with it. I was put down, everyone was bloodied, even with a cursed blade that had ill effects on my, I still possessed strength. The blade was destroyed, finally, and I was raised back to life. A dreadful thing to endure, to say the least..I am more myself now, after that..Not an event I will soon forget.
My writing was interrupted briefly.. I continue to write..I can't get my mind off the sword. Even when one of my companions picked it up, it wouldn't leave his hand, and then somehow it is in mine? Doesn't make any sense to me, the curses here are far more advanced than back home..and the punishment for using one was being put to the block. The whole thing reminds me..I refuse to write about it, should this journal leave my hands. I'm drinking again..Going to try and get some sleep..perhaps I'll raid the orcs around Skull Crag in the morning..perhaps I'll sleep in..
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Decided to keep track more of what has been going on for myself, instead of just sending messages back home..Has been awhile now, I arrived here weeks ago, at least..so far, I managed to raid most of the local threats around Great gaunt, aided in retrieving a portrait for the Paladins of the Triad, made a few allies. Doesn't look like much in writing, but I've been keeping myself busy. I've sen't messages back home for reinforcement, but so far I've only seen one of my old comrades sen't here, and no more. I am unsatisfied with that, but not much more I can do.
I start writing this now to organize my thoughts, keep my head in line..this day, I've been with some companions, good men, and a woman, honorable sort. We wen't after Giants, assaulted a White Dragon, we all came out alive..Sen't a box back home with a Wyrmling head. Think they received, and understood the message. I found the Dragons. Later that day, on our way back, we came across a fallen man, he was on horseback, both slaughtered by a giant. He had a sword by him, looked magical, the woman more or less immediately made to pick it up, but I held her back. The men and I had plans to give the man a proper burial, but an ill command was sen't to one of the men to pick up the sword. So he did, and both horse and man turned to ash and crumbled. I was instantly on their case about it, made me furious! I told them not to disturb the sword. After all, what is a raggedy looking adventurer on a simple steed doing with a powerful sword, that is obviously too expensive for him? But that doesn't matter now..would've been picked up when we left to provide a burial for the man. Always bury a fallen soldier with his sword. However, as we were walking back, it found it's way into my hands! And I touched it not! It would not let me cast it away, it was stuck in my hands. Cursed! Gods know how it got into my hands, of all people there! Later that day, I had one of my companions with me cast a remove curse spell. It worked, and I could then sheath the sword. Keeping this vague, somewhat short, if this falls into ill hands, after we did some information gathering, we set out to destroy it. The journey was long, but we finally got to where we wanted. A mass of lava in front of us then, and it was time to destroy the cursed sword. It..clouded my thoughts..messed with me..I couldn't bring myself to destroy it, it had some power, after all..I turned on my companions, which is unlike myself in every way. The fight ensued, lasted minutes, at least..I put up a good fight, my close companion, wasn't going to let me leave with it. I was put down, everyone was bloodied, even with a cursed blade that had ill effects on my, I still possessed strength. The blade was destroyed, finally, and I was raised back to life. A dreadful thing to endure, to say the least..I am more myself now, after that..Not an event I will soon forget.
My writing was interrupted briefly.. I continue to write..I can't get my mind off the sword. Even when one of my companions picked it up, it wouldn't leave his hand, and then somehow it is in mine? Doesn't make any sense to me, the curses here are far more advanced than back home..and the punishment for using one was being put to the block. The whole thing reminds me..I refuse to write about it, should this journal leave my hands. I'm drinking again..Going to try and get some sleep..perhaps I'll raid the orcs around Skull Crag in the morning..perhaps I'll sleep in..
