Post by dajuke on May 2, 2015 0:02:06 GMT -5
*The writing in her book reflects the nature of her thoughts. Never flowing quite straight, cribbed around random doodles of types of crafting, recipes on enchanting, creatures she has seen. After several pages of random notes, a series of legible entries takes place.*
I was broken. The bandits burned it all. They burned the tower. They burned Worric. He was my teacher. He was my only friend. He did not mock me. He did not call me dumb, and throw things at me. He is gone. No more Worric. Only me, only Bard. Bard saved me. Then we ran. Bard found food. Bard helped me hide. He is good Bard. I will let him be free soon if he wants. but I still need his help. I need his help to be strong.
We arrived in Cormyr. No one spoke to us. No one wanted us. A lady priest talked to me. She said I should go to suzail. Go to the healing house. Learn to be not broken again. Bard and I went. I stayed there many months. I learned to talk to people. I learned not to hide. They told me I was better. I gave them money. Bard and I left, but we were still not strong.
I found a pair of boots that made my feet quick. They were my only nice thing. My magic was not strong enough for Bard and me to travel. I could not learn more spells alone. I met a man named Eishur in Valkur's roar who knows many spells. I asked him to teach me more magic, but he would only teach for coin. I had no coin. I only had my boots. I liked my boots, but he would not accept anything else. I gave him my boots, and he taught me strong magic. He taught me tentacles, and stoneskin, and lesser missile storm? yes? I think he did. I did not learn those alone. Then he left, and Bard and I were alone again.
*At this point, the notebook goes back to scattered drawings and small notes on Cormyr. A few illustrations of gems are drawn painstakingly.*
I was broken. The bandits burned it all. They burned the tower. They burned Worric. He was my teacher. He was my only friend. He did not mock me. He did not call me dumb, and throw things at me. He is gone. No more Worric. Only me, only Bard. Bard saved me. Then we ran. Bard found food. Bard helped me hide. He is good Bard. I will let him be free soon if he wants. but I still need his help. I need his help to be strong.
We arrived in Cormyr. No one spoke to us. No one wanted us. A lady priest talked to me. She said I should go to suzail. Go to the healing house. Learn to be not broken again. Bard and I went. I stayed there many months. I learned to talk to people. I learned not to hide. They told me I was better. I gave them money. Bard and I left, but we were still not strong.
I found a pair of boots that made my feet quick. They were my only nice thing. My magic was not strong enough for Bard and me to travel. I could not learn more spells alone. I met a man named Eishur in Valkur's roar who knows many spells. I asked him to teach me more magic, but he would only teach for coin. I had no coin. I only had my boots. I liked my boots, but he would not accept anything else. I gave him my boots, and he taught me strong magic. He taught me tentacles, and stoneskin, and lesser missile storm? yes? I think he did. I did not learn those alone. Then he left, and Bard and I were alone again.
*At this point, the notebook goes back to scattered drawings and small notes on Cormyr. A few illustrations of gems are drawn painstakingly.*