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Post by Raven Credale on Nov 17, 2020 8:34:23 GMT -5
As of late Aella can be found around High Horn near Akadi's shrine. And if she is not there, then the young Amethyst Monk is in the Underdark around the Unfortunate Orc. Merely sitting in the darkest corner just listening to the conversations of the inn.
It is unknown 'How' she manages to get to the Inn without a scratch on her though.
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Post by Raven Credale on Nov 21, 2020 20:28:41 GMT -5
From Aellas journal:
"Today was Runa's grand opening of her museum. I went in support of her but...through the whole thing I couldn't help but still feel those emotions of self-loathing again. I had left Cormyr before the Wild Magic events even happened...in fact the night before the Zorastryl Ball. I left because of Xiao...I left because there was something I needed to see. Someone I needed to meet. And for seven months I was away. Seven months of just writing letters to a man that I feel never loved me to begin with now. Perhaps the idea of me...but not the me beyond the surface. I will admit I was a foolish woman then, blinded by false love...I see that now. I get it. But this is besides the point.
The point is, I left Cormyr when it was going to need help in an upcoming crisis. Deep down I doubt I will ever let go of these feelings of self-loathing, but this doesn't mean I will allow these feelings to control me or have any power over me again. I met wonderful people while I was away. I reconnected with Qi-Fon, a childhood friend I thought I would never see again. I met my Grandmother Mizuki and learned so many life lessons from her that I will cherish always. And my father, Quan, there will never be a day where I do not wish to hear his corny dad jokes again or rehear the tale of how he and my mother met. Yes...I know Elliya is not my true mother, she is my adoptive mother, but she raised me like her own regardless of that fact. My real mother died when I was born. Complications and to much stress were the cause. The clerics and midwives tried to save her but in the end they had to make a choice. Her or me.
So here I am. Writing today because a choice was made before I took my first breath of air. Funny how life works I guess. But despite all that I've gone through, all these memories that I have of different times and places that look so strange yet familiar at the same time...in the end I am still me. I have always been me. Always Aella Halia Malein. When I came back, I thought things would still be the same. But time is never a static thing. It never stays stuck in one instance. Like all things, time moves on. Forever changing, forever being dynamic in how it goes about the world. People can choose to be dynamic or static. Either they let go of that which they've kept a grudge for. Or allow it to corrupt them into the very thing they hate. History repeats itself when people cannot let go of their grudges.
So why do I associate or converse with those whom others might find as trash, undesirables or disappointment? Because, what purpose is there to putting others down just to feel better about yourself? What good does it do to lie to yourself about the real reason for keeping a grudge? Many think that if they project their negative feelings on others they'll feel better. What they do not realize is that deep down what they are doing is corrupting their soul. Lies upon lies lead to nothing but pain and agony.
Heh, suppose I've resumed my rantings again. I do wonder sometimes what others might think if they ever read these entries of mine. Will they see me as some sassy mad woman? Or will they come to question me instead of take things at face value? Personally I would enjoy life more if people were to question things rather than take them at face value. Gosh knows there are to many who do that already."
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Post by Raven Credale on Nov 28, 2020 19:30:48 GMT -5
From Aellas journal:
"I want no need to vent all this anger I've been keeping bottled up out on something and beat it into the ground til there's nothing but a bloody mess. But that something is none other than the Swordmajor who coldly ripped my heart out and crushed it under his steel boot...
And I know that deep down, past all the things I want to scream and shout to his smug, overly pampered soldier of fortune arse...I know I will keep my mouth shut and act like I'm not bothered. That I'm not still infuriated by his wrongfulness and unjest treatment in falsly accusing me when he refused to hear what I had to say...
I may try my best at keeping my anger from showing when that purple [Redacted words cause sailor Aella swears up a storm] is around...but beyond the surface it boils. I swear if I am ever locked in a room with that 'child' I will kill him withbhos own sword for what he did to me. Maybe -then- he'll understand the pain he put me through.
But who am I kidding. He's just a child by Fey standers and proves it on more than one occasion.
*sighs* why do I do this to myself? Why do ibharbor these feelings of being falsly accused so close to the chest? Why do I still even care about what that arse thinks of me? He made his choice in shutting me out without letting me speak. He made his choice on not even bothering to question what he was told and just going with it.
The Red Knight is a terrible faith for him to follow. He never stratigized things through...
No. No no I need to get away from this. I can feel my blood boiling again by just criticising. I need a distraction.
I wonder, if I allow my rage to manifest further will I be able to find that Dark Violine I threw in the tunnel between Shallybrook and the Stormhorns again? It was triggered by my anger in the past.
Maybe that's why Amethyst is still apart of my mind. If I find the gem, I can ask her about these amulets and onyx gems that have been making people hostile for no reason. It's a long shot but it's worth a shot...I just hope my hunch about the cult from my past being revived is wrong...otherwise, this just got a whole lot more personal for me if it turns out true.
Maybe I'll call Amethyst be a new name too when I find her again. Sure she's a fiend version of me but she's still apart of me. Wouldn't hurt to try and find some middle ground with her instead of shutting her out. Suppose Karma made full circle with that. I was tossed aside by Sylus...and I tossed Amethyst down a hole even though she's been with me almost all my life.
*sighs* Life is such a complicated yet interesting thing sometimes. I may view it from outside the metaphorical fish bowl, and I may hold unpopular opinions on some cases. But not once have I ever tried to break the law or my own personal code. I've always tried to stay true to myself. Funny...I am like Auppenser in that reguards. Yes he swore to obey another but in truth he was always his own master first. Aloof yet graceful and wise at times...
Maybe I am that so called 'Daughter of Auppenser' Dad called me while I was visiting Kara-Tur.
I still have the sun elf temper though..."
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Post by Raven Credale on Nov 29, 2020 11:42:44 GMT -5
From Aellas journal:
"After returning to my quarters in the Citadel, I attempted something a bit above my usual practices. And it is safe to say that I succeded...mostly. What I attempted and pulled off? Why, taking back almost every last piece of artwork or letter I gave to the Swordmajor. I doubt he will ever look at them again. And thanks to my memory, collecting them was not to much of a hassle.
The only thing I left was that large painting he asked me to do. The one that had both his family in Marsember and the one he wanted to create with others. Funny...isn't it? I am managing to do what my father could. Psychoportation with small minor things. If I continue to persue this path I may end up being able to place myself in the past. Or at lest in the astral plane.
But my dreams still hold visions of what is to come by years end...the fires, a clawed hand stretched out to me, and a menacing grin with nothing but lies for sharp teeth. Lately I find myself praying to the Seldarine. Asking any of the Elven gods who will hear my prayers to help me. Even if it's in some small part.
... ... ...
I even ask Auppenser and send prayers to him through my meditations. I know he is still slumbering, but I continue to pray and meditate for guidence from him. In all things, I've always tried to live by his teachings and the teachings of the old Jhaamdsth Empire. Back when it was a Psiocracy.
To be open minded, to see the world past its black and white shades. To believe in things or people many refuse to comprehend or accept sometimes...I suppose I can understand why Siph trusts me so much. I don't truly judge others until I am given a reason to mistrust them or even come to dispise them.
One might say I give others to many chances. Suppose I do. But I can't betray myself when I believe that others have some shred of good in them. When people think evil, they think plots and schemes and nefarious evil laughter with lairs and a bunchbof disposable minions all seeking to destroy Cormyr...
What I consider evil...is closing others off. Assuming you know what is best without consulting others first. Doing whatever means possible for the benefit of others. And tossing those who don't fit in your ideal world aside like trash...or just out right killing them. What's evil is manipulating a persons mental and emotional state of minds...what's evil is betraying someones trust snd spitting in their face afterwords then telling that person "You're shady and untrustworthy."
But there are many evils in the world. And there are many people with different views of what evil is. Some as personal beliefs and some as actual manifestations. But with Evil there is also Good. There's always a duality with the world and the people in it.
I think sometimes people forget that or don't think of it. Who knows really. I'll stick to my beliefs that there's two sides to everything.
Now, I best stop writting here before I make a long scroll of just my thoughts. Plus...I need to put all these images and letters I snagged back somewhere. Maybe keep them in my quarters at the Citadel."
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Post by Raven Credale on Dec 2, 2020 21:52:10 GMT -5
From Aella's Journal:
"As I sit here in the Unfortunate Orc in the Upperdark...the child Draxx seems oddly familiar. The more I think about it and the more I look at this kid...the more it feels like they're tied to the deal I made in the past...and the coming winter solstice. Nineteen days from now, if the child is the same one from my past...Then I made a deal with something...far worse than any devil or fiend."
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Post by Raven Credale on Dec 3, 2020 10:14:15 GMT -5
While she meditates in her quarters of the Citadel, Aellas head begins to hurt. Images rapidly flash through her mind before stopping at an image of herself grinning with glowing orange eyes holding a scythe.
Aellas eyes shot open before she doubled over and vomited. She took her time with some staggered breaths before she pinched the bridge of her nose. After taking some time to process the images something dawned on her.
"A life for a life." She softly said then looked at the palm of her left hand. "This isn't for me...not unless I find the intended person. I need to find myself er my evil mirrorself...how in the nine am I going to find her?!"
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Post by Raven Credale on Dec 6, 2020 17:43:35 GMT -5
For some days now, Aella has been making origami paper cranes in her spare time. So far she has folded up to 500 of them.
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Post by Raven Credale on Dec 7, 2020 4:56:49 GMT -5
From Aellas journal:
"Amethyst is back in my hands, ironically where her gem went in my back is where the tiger dragons eye is. Eventually I'll put her back in when I'm able to. Right now I still need to square away a few things. Make a tome for Daraon with all the things I know so he has some new martial material to use and take my place as Stoneseer if I fail my little plan.
Hopefully I wont. And I still need to ask Siph if she can make a doll of me. Funny, I'm doing these things in hopes that'll prove someone right. Maybe I will, only time will tell I guess."
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Post by Raven Credale on Dec 12, 2020 18:10:28 GMT -5
As the young monk makes her way through the bramble woods, she is last seen walking into the Ruins of Ar'ques Lalendril. It should be noted she she was not wearing her usual combat robes as she entered the Wild Magic Maze.
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Post by Raven Credale on Dec 27, 2020 23:46:32 GMT -5
Before she lays down to get some rest, Aella makes a small note in her journal:
"-Recall what limitations Mindscapes might have and what they might not have. Could become useful later on in helping a friend."
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Post by Raven Credale on Jan 8, 2021 16:47:17 GMT -5
Aella can be seen visiting the museum In Valkur's Roar more and more often now. Hardly does she ever go in the direction of Great Graunt now as well. It should also be noted with with some individuals, her eyes either show great indifference or mild amusement while her expression remains a continuous neutrality save for some of her signature smirks at times.
Regardless, it is clear that the monk has started to burn some bridges with those she no longer enjoys being around.
For the most part though in her solitude, she can be found writing in some blank books after praying to Ohgma. She mostly writs them while she lounges on one of the couches, the quiet museum making it very peaceful for her to concentrate.
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Post by Raven Credale on Feb 2, 2021 11:12:35 GMT -5
After awhile out by the pond south of Waymoot, Aella holds a finished necklace up to the light and the tree tops. She smiles to herself for a moment as she looks over the Purple Jade Necklace.
//The description for the necklace:
Purple Jade Necklace
A silver necklace upon which have been threaded polished teardrop shaped precious stones of amethyst, obsidian and purple jade. The necklace processes a strikingly eligent natural beauty and symmetry which catches the eye.
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Post by Raven Credale on Feb 10, 2021 0:26:08 GMT -5
While walking the road between Tyrluk and Eveningstar, a strange mist rolls in and engulfs Aella. Oddly there is no trace of her when the mist leaves.
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