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
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.
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.
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.
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..."
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.
Post by Raven Credale on Aug 1, 2020 7:44:47 GMT -5
A letter to home:
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.