Post by stranglethorn on Aug 2, 2007 1:17:07 GMT -5
I see so many different things these days, from the evil that has twisted my soul into what I am now, to the evil I am serving. I do not understand what has become of this mere shell of what I used to be, no longer the elf set out to find information on the troubles of Cormyr but to becoming a part of it. *sighs as he writes, the crimson glow of his orb of light flashing on the blank page of his journal.* I often find that what I do has lost it's significance, for what I write in this tome isn't one mage and his madness, but a collective thought as it occures. *Mutters as he turns another page, and begins to write anew.*
There are so manythings I wish I could tell Entori and Isiolith. How things could have been differently with our different views on magic and necromancy. He is wise more so than me and was right in warning me of it's use. I have become a enemy of the free people of Cormyr that is already besieged by raminate forces left by the previous war. Entori was once a friend I believe, but shall never been again I fear. My actions have reduced my chance of redemption to nothing but a flickering flake of dust. I am writing this for my own belief that one day this redemption may in of it'self become a flciker of hope. My sanity is questioned among my peers in magic and through action I do not doubt their claims. Yet I find it comforting to know that I have found a place withen the Vaunted, a community of relative safety. Ranan has granted me this in Redmist, and I thank him for it.
*Turns another page, his eyes looking about his cell in the Barracks of the Royal Corps of Monster Hunters, and frowns his eyes flickering a dull red.*
It seems that my tenure here in this gods forsaken place will be over soon, a lightless hell I have endured since being captured in The Hullack Forest. Entori fears me I think, not because of me personally, but of what may come of me. My potental for the art I now wield is great, a shining pillar of crimson flame compared to some. I am mistrusted and rightly so, they believe me to be a fool, yet I know now that the mighty Entori of the Hullack is no longer immune to my castings as he was once before. *A brief chuckle as he continues to write.* He should know fear for what it is, and unable to recgonize my talents have improved greatly since our last meeting. It is so unlike anything I have experienced before. The knowledge that Entori can actually be defeated is something I find to be worth the risks I take now.
*Turns another page, his eyes moving to the ink and dipping his quill in it once more.*
There is another paradox I have yet to uncover and solve, and that is Mencius of Thay. A potent advisary indeed, someone that shows strength of spell and a calm exterior of confidence. So much like me I believe. He is minpulative and should be taken with extreme care, at least until I discover his motives. We have fought and traveled to some of the most dangerious regions in Cormyr, destorying all in our path, many believe that I am a fool to trust him, but I do. He has been a ally and friend in these trying times. A rare gift from the gods..
I do not know what these Cormyrian fools have instore for me, but let them try! I will not give them so much as a flicker of regret in my actions, soon as I am free of this pit I will return to Redmist and tell the others of whats become of me. I believe Sister Lilith and Alino will be interested at least.. Mencius wouldn't care either way, that is just how he is.. Yet for my own safety, I can find no better place than Redmist, I am told that there is a bounty upon my head and for whomever that sen't it will be discovered, and if captured will be meeting a untimely demise that is sure.
*Finishes another page of writing and mutters, the magic of the light globe begain to wane.*
This will be my final entry into this journal for quite sometime. It is often good to ramenice. My father Velshur Delthyrr had sen't me here to rid me here because he believed my intiiation into the tower of Rolloch was if anything a good choice, and this task he set me upon, at least I believe he thought it a simple task. But no.. It has not been easy, the people I have encountered and the twisted magic that Velshal has unleashed upon me, in our "Sessions" were what caused me to become who I am today. It is not a matter of weakness, but a matter of subtle infusions of negative energy, necromancy in all respects should be considered evil for its pervuasive power to undermind and warp ones mind is a ever constant reminder of my failure as a elf and as a good mage I once was.. I managed to fight through it's effects before, but the lingering exposure has drained me of my ability to see beyond it. I fear there is no turning back for me, no resting from the evil that now corrupts me. I am no longer Morthasil Delthyrr of Evermeet, but Morthasil the necromancer of Redmist... Vestele warned me of this and tried to reason with me, but I am beyond help now, whatever the gods have in store for me, is left to Tymora. It is by her grace that I still remain.
But one thing is for certain. Those that have wronged me will pay with their lives, everyone that has cursed my name... They will know suffering in the end! When things become stretched thin and reserves of patience are emptied, they will know! Morthasil shall not suffer fools to walk in his wake... Destruction will come to Cormyr, Isinhold even Redmist! The Hullack will burn in the fires of war and decay! Entori will fall, and by the grace of Velshroon, there will be no aid! No one to save him from my wrath.. Isiolith will see her husband burned! Discarded and left to rot in a grave of thousands.. There will be suffering, and it will come by my hand, or Mencius's.. We've often discussed such things and now I feel is the time to act.. Often have the doubt of failure plauged my mind, but no more, no more failure! If Alino and Lilith do not stand beside me, then I shall do it alone... As I have done since the beginning.. There is no time for forgiveness nor redemption. I am beyond that. A mere soul trapped in a husk of elven flesh. I will not go back..
Never.
*Slams the book shut and stashes it in his robes, a look of pure disgust on his elven face.*
"I am but a soul trapped in a shell, but a mortal nontheless, Entori shall pay for his crimes against me and I will see it done.." *Whispers this over a dozen times as he allowed reverie to finally claim him.*
// If I need to edit something PM me please
There are so manythings I wish I could tell Entori and Isiolith. How things could have been differently with our different views on magic and necromancy. He is wise more so than me and was right in warning me of it's use. I have become a enemy of the free people of Cormyr that is already besieged by raminate forces left by the previous war. Entori was once a friend I believe, but shall never been again I fear. My actions have reduced my chance of redemption to nothing but a flickering flake of dust. I am writing this for my own belief that one day this redemption may in of it'self become a flciker of hope. My sanity is questioned among my peers in magic and through action I do not doubt their claims. Yet I find it comforting to know that I have found a place withen the Vaunted, a community of relative safety. Ranan has granted me this in Redmist, and I thank him for it.
*Turns another page, his eyes looking about his cell in the Barracks of the Royal Corps of Monster Hunters, and frowns his eyes flickering a dull red.*
It seems that my tenure here in this gods forsaken place will be over soon, a lightless hell I have endured since being captured in The Hullack Forest. Entori fears me I think, not because of me personally, but of what may come of me. My potental for the art I now wield is great, a shining pillar of crimson flame compared to some. I am mistrusted and rightly so, they believe me to be a fool, yet I know now that the mighty Entori of the Hullack is no longer immune to my castings as he was once before. *A brief chuckle as he continues to write.* He should know fear for what it is, and unable to recgonize my talents have improved greatly since our last meeting. It is so unlike anything I have experienced before. The knowledge that Entori can actually be defeated is something I find to be worth the risks I take now.
*Turns another page, his eyes moving to the ink and dipping his quill in it once more.*
There is another paradox I have yet to uncover and solve, and that is Mencius of Thay. A potent advisary indeed, someone that shows strength of spell and a calm exterior of confidence. So much like me I believe. He is minpulative and should be taken with extreme care, at least until I discover his motives. We have fought and traveled to some of the most dangerious regions in Cormyr, destorying all in our path, many believe that I am a fool to trust him, but I do. He has been a ally and friend in these trying times. A rare gift from the gods..
I do not know what these Cormyrian fools have instore for me, but let them try! I will not give them so much as a flicker of regret in my actions, soon as I am free of this pit I will return to Redmist and tell the others of whats become of me. I believe Sister Lilith and Alino will be interested at least.. Mencius wouldn't care either way, that is just how he is.. Yet for my own safety, I can find no better place than Redmist, I am told that there is a bounty upon my head and for whomever that sen't it will be discovered, and if captured will be meeting a untimely demise that is sure.
*Finishes another page of writing and mutters, the magic of the light globe begain to wane.*
This will be my final entry into this journal for quite sometime. It is often good to ramenice. My father Velshur Delthyrr had sen't me here to rid me here because he believed my intiiation into the tower of Rolloch was if anything a good choice, and this task he set me upon, at least I believe he thought it a simple task. But no.. It has not been easy, the people I have encountered and the twisted magic that Velshal has unleashed upon me, in our "Sessions" were what caused me to become who I am today. It is not a matter of weakness, but a matter of subtle infusions of negative energy, necromancy in all respects should be considered evil for its pervuasive power to undermind and warp ones mind is a ever constant reminder of my failure as a elf and as a good mage I once was.. I managed to fight through it's effects before, but the lingering exposure has drained me of my ability to see beyond it. I fear there is no turning back for me, no resting from the evil that now corrupts me. I am no longer Morthasil Delthyrr of Evermeet, but Morthasil the necromancer of Redmist... Vestele warned me of this and tried to reason with me, but I am beyond help now, whatever the gods have in store for me, is left to Tymora. It is by her grace that I still remain.
But one thing is for certain. Those that have wronged me will pay with their lives, everyone that has cursed my name... They will know suffering in the end! When things become stretched thin and reserves of patience are emptied, they will know! Morthasil shall not suffer fools to walk in his wake... Destruction will come to Cormyr, Isinhold even Redmist! The Hullack will burn in the fires of war and decay! Entori will fall, and by the grace of Velshroon, there will be no aid! No one to save him from my wrath.. Isiolith will see her husband burned! Discarded and left to rot in a grave of thousands.. There will be suffering, and it will come by my hand, or Mencius's.. We've often discussed such things and now I feel is the time to act.. Often have the doubt of failure plauged my mind, but no more, no more failure! If Alino and Lilith do not stand beside me, then I shall do it alone... As I have done since the beginning.. There is no time for forgiveness nor redemption. I am beyond that. A mere soul trapped in a husk of elven flesh. I will not go back..
Never.
*Slams the book shut and stashes it in his robes, a look of pure disgust on his elven face.*
"I am but a soul trapped in a shell, but a mortal nontheless, Entori shall pay for his crimes against me and I will see it done.." *Whispers this over a dozen times as he allowed reverie to finally claim him.*
// If I need to edit something PM me please