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Post by Raven Credale on Jun 10, 2020 16:45:24 GMT -5
After reading both Tacky and pathetically written poetry messages in Roar, Aella sighs pinching the bridge of her nose.
"My god it is like a lovers quarrel...can't these two just find a inn room and shut up already." The young monk rolled her Amethyst eyes. "No sense in making personal headaches public like this. Both poets are just being childish at this point...and here I thought elves held at least some decency in how they went about slandering others. This....this is just a pathetic waist of showboating a grudge."
Moshi, who had been napping on the log, lifted hia headand meowed at Aella.
"I know! Haven't gotten to a point in this day and age where Elves just act like the better person and not hold grudges? I mean seriously these two are acting like they're ninety years old." Aella huffed a bit.
The cat meows again.
"Yeah, yeah...you're right. This isn't my mess so I won't get involved should picking a side come to pass. For all I care, both can rot in the nine hells." Aella coldly said before she headed out of Mystra Grove
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Post by Raven Credale on Jun 15, 2020 17:26:51 GMT -5
The young monk can be seen around Suzail not in her combat attire or reserve related attire, but in her normal everyday non-combat attire. Her expreasion is one of bordem but if one were to look close enough, her tattoos seem to be a bit more black than normal.
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Post by Raven Credale on Jun 19, 2020 9:39:54 GMT -5
Upon hearing of her adventure last eve with a dragon woman, a foreign woman, and the man named Thamian; Aella is pondering if this is just a coincidence of a shared name or if she has a doppelganger lurking about in the Lands of Cormyr. Part of her wants to right it off as coincidence...but that's not like her once she become curious.
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Post by Raven Credale on Jun 30, 2020 11:04:16 GMT -5
From Aellas journal:
I've decides to leave the reserve. With how things have developed in Roar I am tired of feeling like a middle man. This is not what I expected of the reserve and things have gone to far. If Sylus wishes to stay then I hope he is aware of the nest of snakes. Personally I believe he should leave. The work for the PDK and Reserve are driving him ragged...but his higher ups don't care. He's dependable. But how long will that last? A tired soldier is just cannon fodder.
I know I can't change his mind, I just hope he is not blind to things. The reserve was meant to defend against pending orc attacks...not become a secret police force behind the steel regents back.
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Post by Raven Credale on Jul 21, 2020 14:20:50 GMT -5
From Aella's journal:
"Again my mind wants to be my enemy. I want to know what Sylus heard about me but at the same time I am terrified of him. Of his harsh judgments and immediate write offs without allowing me to speak. Maybe it's for the best, maybe I should just give up on the idea that we could ever be friends...Maybe I really am the monster he sees me as now. No matter what I do or where I look or who I talk to...I'll never be that sassy monk in his eyes again. I'm just a disappointment. And I hate how this knot is continuing to form in the pit of my stomach. There's no closure and I doubt there ever will be any. Why should he believe anything I say after all. Why should anyone believe me?
Gods I feel more out of place than when I first came to Cormyr. I feel more like an outsider than the actual beings and my mind wants to echo all my misfortunes in my head on a constant loop. If someone is aiming to kill me just get it over with already so my soul can be cast into the wall of the damned already. I can't stand this madness I'm putting myself in and I absolutely hate no despise this feeling of being nothing to everyone I once knew! This solitude...this isolation...I've never forgotten it but I've never wanted to endure it again. And I've only myself to blame for such things.
If I could turn back time, to the good ol days, to where I wasn't so open with my emotions or feelings. To where I shut everyone out and kept quiet...but I can't go back to then. I've changed to much to return to those days...So I guess a monster I shall remain...til the monster hunters come and claim my head..."
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Post by Raven Credale on Jul 23, 2020 14:54:19 GMT -5
Aella can be seen sneaking into the Great Hall in Valkur's Roar via the construction sights. She makes sure to avoid the guards, Castellan, Vera, and High Mage before looking over some thing then leaves through a different means.
On the streets again she moves with quick steps before disappearing from sight of any guards or reservists. If one were to try and follow her, they'd lose sight of her as she moves about the city with ease. Considering she also uses the rooftops to her advantage to scope out the streets below now.
She just doesn't loudly talk when she's on the rooftops.
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Post by Raven Credale on Jul 26, 2020 18:09:57 GMT -5
During her meditations up on the stormhorns after a misadventure with the frost giant's, Aella can softly be heard singing. Unknown to her, her eyes were glowing a bright amethyst color.
(The song:)
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Post by Raven Credale on Aug 1, 2020 7:44:47 GMT -5
A letter to home:
"Mom,
I understand why you and Gran gran dis what you did, I know that when the time comes, and you know what I'm walking about, I'll repay thw kindness as best I can. But for now...please, just trust me. I've got good people in my life who won't be letting me go. I'm pretty sure they'd go to the hells and back if it meant keeping me around for a little longer.
I know you worry even though you can't show it. I know you can't feel anything. No pain, no emotions, nothing...all because you gave up that part of you to me. Just like Gran gran gave me her sight. What I have I'm borrowing til this contract is either broken or fulfilled. I think I'd need a dang good lawyer of sorts to beat the devils advocate here.
Sylus and I are over, so I doubt he'd be one of the people to come save my ghostly butt if I ended up in the hells. But ya know, it's for the best. Mean Dad knows you were a Harper and he understood that you needed to be discrete with what you said. You had and probably still have lives depending on your silence. Secrets can get people killed sure, but they can also keep people alive.
That's something I can understand. Anyway, I need to head to the acadamy in Marsember at some point and rifle through books on demons or devils that love making deals. I know darn well that slime lord isn't really going to take an interrst in me, so might as well think a demon has. Just need to find the right one who has my contract.
~ your sassy little girl, Aella."
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Post by Raven Credale on Aug 3, 2020 3:37:07 GMT -5
After waking up from her three day Meditation, Aella stretches with a yawn before scratching her cheek a bit. "Huh...did Shieldmeet pass yet? No? Huh, figured I'd meditate slash sleep through it."
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Post by Raven Credale on Aug 3, 2020 14:15:17 GMT -5
((Update on page 1))
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Post by Raven Credale on Aug 17, 2020 5:22:33 GMT -5
**Updates on page one! Cause wynaut!**
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Post by Raven Credale on Aug 22, 2020 9:26:10 GMT -5
In Mystra's Grove, Aella can be heard singing while she sits beside the campfire. Her hood is pulled up far enough to hide her eyes, but her posture looks slightly tense. Her voice is soft as she keeps singing, unaware that anyone is listening to her.
((The song she's singing))
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Post by Raven Credale on Aug 23, 2020 18:48:19 GMT -5
((Added her Title on Page 1))
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Post by Raven Credale on Sept 2, 2020 8:35:52 GMT -5
From Aella's journal:
With the amount of free time I have now, I find myself in a rather odd mental position. On one side I wish to do nothing and simply watch the world pass by, letting those who are striving to make a name for themselves crash and burn in the attempt to glorify their actions. While on the other hand I want to aid someone, be it the houses in Cloudstone or something else. Either way I am not sure how to proceed with things. I know the future is never set in stone and I understand that somethings can never change. But I am left wondering what sort of path it is that I walk. I know those who are in the light, but I also know those who lie in the dark. So where in this twilight do I reside? Perhaps I have no real place amongst either side. Perhaps my place is where I am now. Observing, recording and watching.
I do wish to advise others, but I am not wise enough to be a voice of any kind yet. I wish to turn a path of vengeance to something else, but I know deep down that I will have to be the final blockade at the end of it. Somedays it feels like I've become a monster of sorts, where my mind still wishes to make me question everything around me. Where I begin to doubt not only myself but the people I know. Sometimes the words 'Friend' and 'Love' feel hollow, as if they're just place holders to negate the real intention of the person. To doubt things is to be wise, but does it mean when you doubt everything till it is proven? The world isn't an absolute things, mortals were never meant to be static things, we were meant to change, but some just don't seem to understand that. Some want to cling to the only way they know how to act.
So I find it odd of myself that I am someone who is here in this twilight. I understand the intentions of those in the light, I understand the intentions of those in the dark. What I don't understand is why both halves feel the need to resort to mind games and dirty tricks to get their way of things. Why treat this life as a game? Why feel the need to subjugate people to a role similar to a pawn? Where in this life does one feel the need to have a multitude of underlings? Where does this need for power truly derive from in a person? This desire for recognition, why do so many seek it? Why do so many wish to harm another with verbal chains?
I don't understand the nature we mortals have. I don't understand why many act the way they do, even when it is self-destructive. Mortals are strange creatures...we never cease to adapt to things and change. Yet each time we do, we have yet another reason to commit acts of evil or to be branded evil when none know the truth of things. Such strange beings....Mortals. I wonder if the divines still scratch their heads at our antics.
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Post by Raven Credale on Sept 3, 2020 10:18:50 GMT -5
From Aella's journal:
Seems I still have bit of a temper. Even if part of my hair in now amethyst, the rest of it still shows I'm clearly a red head so I'm still hot tempered by the idiots that want to spout things like murder or reckonings. IT never ceases to anger me how people can be so close minded to things. It's as if their brains are hardwired into thinking a singular path, completely ignoring the other paths that lead to better outcomes. Honestly...If Cormyr is ever run by idiots who have this 'LAst line of defence' mentality I keep seeing, I'm liable to start a rebellion to get a logical person into power. This is getting ridiculous.
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Post by Raven Credale on Sept 11, 2020 15:50:44 GMT -5
Fun facts about Aella now:
- fighting style has moved from Shaolin kung fu to Muay Thai.
- She is still kind and nice to others who she hasn't cut ties with.
- Is indifferent to those she's cut ties with.
- Feels nothing at the mention of a Certain FirstSword.
- Is basically on "Team Self-Empowered" and "Team Self-Happiness".
- Still a philosophical enthusiasts.
- Still paints.
- Still likes to meditate in quiet and peaceful areas.
- Still doing what she thinks is right.
- Seems to be a lot more tranquil and at peace with the world around her at times.
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Post by Raven Credale on Sept 13, 2020 7:10:04 GMT -5
From Aella's Journal:
Last night was not the best sleep I'd gotten. After venturing out with a group to the orcs in Waymoot and selling our findings in Suzail, I got aroom at the inn. However my night was not over just yet. I had the...most unsettling dream. It was a dream where Sylus and I were sitting beside each other in content quiet. He was reading I was sketching, Like how it use to be with us. But when it started to rain, lightening cracked through the sky and things had drastically changed. We both looked ready for combat but were facing each other. His sword was already stained with blood...and I was holding my mid section.
When my eyes looked up to his, I didn't see the kind or welcoming eyes I use to see in past. All I saw were cold Ice Blue eyes looking down at me with pure disgust. Then I realized, my blood was on his sword, and when he raised it again to bring down, I felt like it was going to come at my neck. And before it did...I woke up in a cold sweat. My heart was banging against my rib cage, and I felt myself shaking like a leaf. So I did the only think I could think of doing at that time. I hugged my knees and curled up into a ball in my inn room. I stayed deathly quiet, my mind racing with thoughts of 'Make a sound and he'll surely appear to kill you'. It's rather pathetic...I've turned someone I once knew into some sort of boogyman. Maybe it's true though. Maybe he would kill me the first minute he got the chance. There's no law that prevents someone from being attacked outside of town after all...
I know neither one of us will take any steps in trying to communicate. He'll never believe anything that comes out of my mouth after all since I don't follow his way of thinking. And I'll never feel comfortable around him again, not when I feel like there's a clock ticking the minutes away till I'm stabbed by him. Part of me wants to use my Ki to block his memories of me. That way neither one of us will have to really talk to each other....Because both of use will see the other as a stranger.
I know that's probably one of the unhealthiest ways of going about things, since the blocks can slowly deteriorate after a while but....I don't want to have another nightmare like the one I had last night....
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Post by Raven Credale on Sept 14, 2020 3:32:43 GMT -5
From Aella's Journal:
It pains me sometimes...I want to help Cloudstone but there is one factor that is constantly reminding me it cannot happen. Sylus. He is seen around there more than anywhere else now and even if I were to join a different house the aura of disgust and resentment would only grow deeper I think.
Funny isn't it. I am now more terrified of a past love than I am of death. And fate doesn't seem to have any interest in showing me that my fears are wrong. So I guess I am right for once. Sylus wishes for my death, and if he can, he'll be the one to end it. I guess my nightmare was a vision of something to come at this point.
I've seen nothing that states otherwise, heard nothing that could debunk this. So...it must be true...he must truly hate me and everything that I am...and my death will be the last good memory he ever has of me...
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Post by Raven Credale on Sept 14, 2020 19:56:06 GMT -5
The Amethyst Monk can be seen crossing into the Dalelands Boarders alone. It is unknown for how long she will be gone this time.
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Post by Raven Credale on Sept 19, 2020 11:35:28 GMT -5
If anyone visits the House of Healing in Suzail, they'd see Aella helping out with things here and there. Or happily playing with the children and teaching them how to paint if they want to learn.
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Post by Raven Credale on Oct 3, 2020 22:33:33 GMT -5
(Updated page 1)
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Post by Raven Credale on Oct 9, 2020 2:40:14 GMT -5
From Aellas journal:
"Looking back on it, on the pain and betrayal...I cannot stop wondering why. Why did this happen to me? Why did I have to suffer for so long and nearly drive myself insane from the heartbreak? If things had been different, if I had an inkling of more caution...would it have turned out the same? Sometimes I recall those days of quiet relaxation in Greatgaunt with Squire Kelton. With the other man I held close in my life, I kept thinking 'todays the day something bad will happen'.
After having my heart metaphorically torn out and shattered by false accusations, I think I've forgotten or grown pesimistic of what Love is. In truth it could mean alot of things, but taken to far and it means only one. A love of country means your patriotic. Take it to far and you shut out others who could have been allies. Love for a person is romance, take that to far and you're controlling their every action like a puppet. Love of strategy makes you a strategist, take that to far and you're either a tyrant or a puppet for another.
Maybe it's just me...I know I haven't made the best choices, but I only made them with the best intentions. I tried to help where I could, but ironically it only ended up hurting me. If I had decided to follow Loviatar or a similar dark god...I'm sure they would be fawning over the suffering I've gone through thus far.
If not caused by my own hands, then by the hands of others. I'm sure Leah is right in that The Pain Mistress is quite fond of my existence. After all...I've lived a thousand lives thus far. And all of them have ended badly in hellfire.
Who's to say this one will be any different?"
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Post by Raven Credale on Oct 15, 2020 14:51:47 GMT -5
Aella sat in quiet meditation, beside her were two open scrolls. One was from her father. It was dated a few weeks back but there was another one from her mother. This one was just a week old.
Regardless, both hit the young monk pretty hard. Both her grandmother and Xiao were gone. And she was now just learning of their passings.
Aella sat there quietly in her meditations after having read both the letters. When she opened her eyes again, she picked up the letter from her mother and folded it into a paper Crane. She then took the letter from her father and folded that into a Lotus Flower.
"You honored me with your lessons. I will not tarnish your memories." She softly spoke then let the two folded items be carried away by the wind.
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Post by Raven Credale on Oct 16, 2020 3:23:57 GMT -5
What Aella really looks like. My art does her no justice for now. But one day! (Art not mine, just color changed some stuff)  Animayhem Can this be set up as Aella's new portrait? |
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Post by Animayhem on Oct 17, 2020 11:57:19 GMT -5
What Aella really looks like. My art does her no justice for now. But one day! (Art not mine, just color changed some stuff) Animayhem Can this be set up as Aella's new portrait? Yes. I will download and upload. |
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Post by Raven Credale on Oct 25, 2020 6:35:41 GMT -5
Oddities of the Catmonk:
From time to time, Aella can be seen sorting through her pack and being distracted by a single item. A doll actually, and not just any doll. The B2 Planernaut doll. She looks at it and plays with a few of the nicknacks for a moment, her eyes looking like she was somewhere else. Somewhere earlier in her life. But the moment don't last long as the pain and hearbreak cloud her amathyst eyes causing her to stuff the doll deep into her pack again so that she may find it another time while sorting.
While in Yuppa's Shop, if one is lucky enough they can catch the Catmonk twirling around in a long flowing dress for a little while. That is until she either alters it for less restrictive means or out right turns it into something a Succubus might wear for kicks. Regardless the ideas never come to fruition and the dress is left in her pack for an event that may never require her to wear it.
In the area south of Waymoot, Aella can be found just gazing into the tree tops. Her mind seems to be miles away from her body, and her eyes look as though they've lost all the light in them. But she is not dead, merely lost in thought while her mind had slipped into a state where time cannot reach her. Though when she comes back to the material plane, her neck is rather sore and her butt more than likely has gone numb. She has to remind herself sometimes that gazing into the distant sky is never a good idea.
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Post by Raven Credale on Nov 1, 2020 18:40:25 GMT -5
From Aella's Journal:
"Today was a good day. The Stonemask Ball was a success and nothing terrible passed. I'm still surprised by how many came out and how many had fun. A few things needed to be postponed but maybe I can host another event in the future.
Hopefully I'm still around to do so. I can see why Radoc liked doing this sort of thing. It's fun, maybe the next formal one will be elsewhere."
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Post by Raven Credale on Nov 7, 2020 18:20:11 GMT -5
From Aella's Journal
"It was nice to travel with a member of the PDK again, this time it was Eranin and her familiar A'iera (hope I spelt that right). They seemed like good people, though our hunt for the Black Dragon was cut short today on account to wards running out. Regardless of that, it was a good day. It was oddly refreshing to be in the company of one who's apart of the military, guess I'm use to being around that kind of person more than others? Who knows really. Maybe it's just part of the Lawful side of my mind telling me that it was a good thing. The other side, my neutral mind, says another able body is never a bad thing so long as it's not hindering anyone. Suppose one day I might consider joining the PDK myself. Maybe when things have changed. Maybe when there's nothing in their ranks that will feel like a blade over my neck. But who's to really say. I'm comfortable with where I am now, nothing has cropped up to make me question or doubt things yet. I'm sure with time I'll find myself adrift again. Suppose I can be considered like a Stray Cat. Going from one home to another, never really settling for just one.
Either way, suppose I'll stop my writings here for now. Maybe I'll add more later or pour all my thoughts into the more private journal I keep for such cases. Maybe make another deep thinking entry when I find myself in the mood for such."
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Post by Raven Credale on Nov 9, 2020 7:28:29 GMT -5
Aella shot awake in the middle of the night with a cold sweat and a pounding headache. Swinging her legs over the edge of the of the bed, she took a few breaths before her eyes looked to the mirror in her Inn room. Amethyst was crouched down, her chin resting in her hands as she kept her elbows on her knees.
The being then tapped under her eye with a clawed finger before allowing Aella to see herself. As the young monk moved closer to the mirror, her heart nearly jumped into her throat. The scalera of her left eye was black as night.
Amethyst laughed before she slammed a hand on the other side of the mirror and looked at Aella with a wicked smile. "You've forgotten haven't you. The feeling of letting everything go. To be boiled down to nothing but instinct. You, Aella, are nothing but a dolled up berserker. Deep down that is all you have been and all you ever will be. You can say you're at peace with yourself anx lie to others that everything is alright. But we bofh know...You will never believe that. You are nothing. You have always been nothing. And you will -never- be at-"
*CRASH!*
"Enough of your venomous words." Aella said as the mirror glass shattered to the floor from her fist. "I won't let you drag me back to that...not this time."
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Post by Raven Credale on Nov 10, 2020 12:58:13 GMT -5
After takinf some time, Aella managed to get her left scalera back to normal. A quiet sigh escaped her as she looked at the shattered glass on the floor again.
"Lord of Reason, give me the strength to keep that thing from popping up again."
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