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Post by Raven Credale on Apr 13, 2019 20:11:40 GMT -5
From Milly's journal:
Today while in Greatgaunt, I listened to a bard sing in elven while I played with my mothers necklace. For some reason I had flashbacks of the past, before I was given life and before it looked like my father changed. I...I caught a glimpse of what looked like a symbol of Hanali Celanil around his neck while he and the woman from my dreams, who I'm assuming is my mother, looked happy as the assortment of flashbacks flooded my mind. But when the song came close to its end...The woman stood before me. A sorrowful smile on her face as she opeend it to speak but not a word was spoken as my sight came back to where I was in Greatgaunt. I spent many moments thinking to myself about the flashbacks before Anirl came and I told him of them, as well as the word "Shadow" appearing in my mind when I tried to recall the woman before the song. I also told him of the necklace having a warmth to it even after taking it off. Like...it was a live somehow.
I know the possibilities of this seem strange, and why the woman who I'm assuming could be my mother has frequently been entering my sight be it dream or flashback...but there is something about all this that doesn't seem...coincidence. Also, as of late I've been feeling Mahanae watching me. As if she's waiting for me to give her a reason to cut my head off or to silence me. I dare not approach her or even cast my gaze in her direction when she's around. Gods only know what she may say to me...or do for that matter. For all I know, she's already thrown me into the pile my father has been thrown into of 'scum and non-elves'. For all I know she could be waiting for me to be alone in town so she can be like the rest of the "Real Elves" and tell me to just disappear or die...What is a real elf anyways? Someone who is racist to others, those who throw themselves on a pedestal just because they'll outlive everyone else if they stand around and do nothing? That doesn't seem real to me...that seems...false.
To me a real elf is someone who can enjoy what life has to offer and takes the time to know things or pass on knowledge to others, even if their time in the world is shorter than ours. Physically compaired to human or dwarves, the elven race is not strong. Yet magically we are gifted. One would think that elves are to lend their experience to others, true our communities are...'difficult' to change, but are we not to grow and laugh? Are we not to greet the each day as if it holds something new for us? The elves I see that keep far to much to themselves, that don't take the time to just look at things outside of the proverbial box...they seem like they're trying far to hard to be something they'll never achieve. I don't care if this makes me sound human or less elven, it is what I believe and these so called "Real Elves" need to take a fresh look at the world around them eventually...Or else they'll never feel the hands stopping them from falling over the cliff they march to.
My, I've gotten side tracked from what I was writing. Perhaps that is a good thing? Jumping from one topic to another and writing out how I feel on the idea. Somethings I have to wonder about while others continue to puzzle me. Such as the messages the woman I saw was trying to leave me, Why she's suddenly started appearing after I put the necklace on instead of trying before when I merely held it in my hand. Why is this happening now? And to what end are these flashbacks trying to reach?
I know father is no longer sane, I know he wishes to bring about destruction...but..perhaps I will think more on this. Today has been rather interesting to say the least.
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Post by Raven Credale on Apr 17, 2019 8:04:31 GMT -5
From Milly's journal:
As I sit her in Greatgaunt, I find myself reflecting on something. Why was I given such an ordeal? To what end shall this ordeal be completed? How will my life be altered at the end of everything? And where or when will I be able to look back and tell myself "The nightmare will never happen again"? I wonder about the possibility that I could have been raised to be like other elves in Evermeet. How I could have been stuck up and acted higher than I really am. Morality seems to go over their heads until it becomes evident they need help to survive. So in a sense I suppose I'm jealous of the elves who live outside Evermeet. The ones who understand that life in precious and that acting higher than others does no one any good. But then I have to remind myself that that wasn't the life I was given. Instead I got one that feels like a fabrication.
My father...He seemed to be so kind. So thoughtful and considerate. But to have changed like that seems...hard to believe. Perhaps it's the visions from the necklace that's changing my mind on what should become of my father. Maybe the feeling that he can be saved is what's making me question if killing him is the right thing to do...I don't know. But he must pay for what he's done. Somehow...It seems that no matter how much I hate him now, how much I want to see him suffer and die a horrible death...I still care for him. And I know this because it is not his mind games making me feel such. Even after all these years of being away...I still hear him clearly. I...I want to believe it's an enchantment but in my soul I know it is just a fabrication of my fears. Feeling his presence in all in my head it seems. I know there is no spell to make his voice ring out in my head. I know there's no spell to make me feel like he's watching me from the shadows...It's paranoia, trauma...delusions that are plaguing me. I...
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...I feel as though all that I've done....all I've ever said about him was a lie...My father is a....good man...a good man....Good. Man.
W̜̘̠̱̲̣̺h͈̭͈͢á͇t̘̗͍̖̣̘̪͠ ͏h̖͍͜a̭̭̰s͏̟͉͎ ͚͡h̭̮̝̻e̮̖̯̠̥͇̫ ̡̘̪̥̫̞d̹̳̮̪͉͉͟o͚̖̳n͙͎̦ͅe̥̯̮͚̗̹͢ͅ ̻̤̱̯̟t̷̲o̥̬̙̱̳ ́m̜̥̞e̱͈ͅ!̴̖̣̖ ̯̜̜̼̻̤̰W͙̙̤̪̟̥h̟̺̘̦̱ͅy̖̳̩̙͙͜ ̜̥̩̱ͅ ̮̺̳͔͇͎̰h͈̠̪͇͟a͙͓̹͎s̴̗͉̣ ̮̠͎̞͔̹͝h̳̜̞̲͉ͅe̦̝̺̬̤͓̯͞ ҉͔͈̺̭̪̗b͓̦̭e̛̤̪͚̹̥t̩̼r̺͉̥̱̬ͅay̭ed̶͎̱ ̭̱̗̫m̲͎̞̲͙̳e̝͎̮̱̟̝͓͟!̩͎ ̡I̟̤̥r̢̞̜i̵̜̗l̶̬̬͓̭am̶̱n̞̝͉̞!̛ ̨W͙͖h̴̼y ̳͎̣͓͍̬h̷͚̺a̫̖̜v͍͈͕̩̯e̺̖ ̹y͚͔̻͈o̻̦u̦̼̥̞͚͇̭ ͠m͇̮͎ą̙̯͚d̹̜̮̱͞e ̜͎̪̥̠me ͉̦̭̮s̠̳̼̩̩̯͔͝u͓͓̘̼f̴̖̱̭̥̙f͓͍̪̩͇͞ẹ̭͉r̖̘!
̵͎̤̠̤ W̛̪h͈y̷̪̼̥̥ ͎͚̻h̝̣̬̀a̼͚̫̜͎͍͢ve̜͖̠̪̠͍̹ ̲̰͚y̱̼̣͖͚̝͞o̘̙͙̱͚̦͟u̸͔̱̭͔ ͚̰̤̬̠͓̖m̫̠̯a̘͙͈̭̱̞d̺̰͎e̶ o͍̖u̳͓̥̻r҉̲̝̺̙ ͙͢d̬̗̻̯͕͞a͍̲̫̗͔̫u̗͎͎̤g̻̺h̳͖ț̷͙̠̗͚e̮̣͢r͙̙ ̳̗͎s̳̱̲u̢̥̹̣f̶̹͈f̹̞̭̺͚̹̩e̡̳̺̜r̛̻͓͎ ̜̱s͖͔̲̼̻̜͍͟uc̲̬͝ḩ̝ ̜̰̜̰̜̰̜̰̜̰̜̰̜̰̜̰̜̰̜̰̜̰̜̰̜̰̜̰̜̰̜̰̜̰̜̰̜̰̜̰̜̰̜̰̜̰̜̰̕̕̕̕̕̕̕̕̕̕̕̕̕̕̕̕̕̕̕̕̕̕̕̕ͅͅͅͅͅͅͅͅͅͅͅͅͅͅͅͅͅͅͅͅͅͅͅͅv͈͜ile ͠t̯̥͖̣̠͇h̵͕̱͉̼̰̗̜i̦̦̺̻͞ͅn̰̼̻͙g͕s͉̠!͎͖̬̕?̳̟͖̘ ̦̫̦͎͉͇͓͜
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Post by Raven Credale on Apr 18, 2019 6:47:26 GMT -5
((OOC NOTE: If at any point a DM wishes to stop me in my shenanigans of having Milly go through heavy amounts of angst...please don't hesitate to smack me promptly upside the head.I am trying to make her story seem interesting and not one huge booglment of nonsense.))
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Post by Raven Credale on Apr 20, 2019 11:03:44 GMT -5
Out of game:
It was a long trip back to the Green isle. A trip that felt like hours rather than days to Milelal. Time seemed to lose it's meaning to her, days just faded into the next without nary a thought. But there was something different about Milelal. Her irises shimmered in complete golden hues. Her pupils barely visible as her face held no expression on it. When she spoke, her once soft voice, now echoed a bit. This made the crewman of the ship going to Evermeet uncomfortable. But they didn't question the woman who kept her face hidden for most of the trip. The illusions made the men worry, some even tried to mutiny the captain. But the elf calmed them and the voyage was left without problems.
From the port of the capital, Milelal made her way back to her home in Elion. Where she was warmly greeted by her father, Irilamn. But both knew appearances needed to be kept. He asked her how she liked seeing the world outside the island, she said it was a deplorable and decrepit place the humans tarnished with the half-orc, half bloods and lesser beings. Her father softly chuckled and walked with her into their home. An ominous air hung around the two. Milelal watched her father and he watched her. The other waiting for the first move to be made, for the first attack as they played their 'pretend' reality while having tea. Neither taking a sip.
"So, after forty years you finally decided to come home. May I ask why dear daughter?" Irilamn asked after a long moment of silence. His violet eyes focusing on Milelal's reactions and expressions. Though even now she kept her hood up.
"Why else father. To 'help' you in reaching your goal." Her voice echoed with two as she spoke. "After all...Didn't mother want to 'help' you as well?"
Irilamn let out a soft chuckle before finally noticing the necklace around Milelal's neck. "Ah, so you've gone and taken control of her. Now you seek vengeance Liadrina."
"You killed me Irilamn. You made our daughter suffer...I cannot forgive such acts." The possessed Milelal spoke as she rose and drew back her hood. Showing the burn on the left side of her face.
As expected, Irilamn showed no sympathy, no remorse, no compassion for the two. All he showed was how twisted and insane he was in one psychotic grin. "Excellent. Now I can start getting the portal ready."
Flames soon erupted from the floor along with all the other elements. Possessed by her mothers vengeful spirit, Milelal gained a brief control over all that the weave would allow her to do. Irilamn tried to counter the magic yet he could not stop the spells that countered his. Magic shot through the home, the destruction of the fight wrecked the house and set it ablaze. As the roar of the flames devoured the home slowly, in the mits of the inferno, Irilamn had managed to rip the necklace clean off Milelal's neck and crushed it in hand. The spirit of her mother was gone, and Milly was back to facing her father...her nightmare in flesh. Fear ran through her blood ad he grabbed her bare neck. His menacing grin was like how she had seen it in her dreams. And as he summoned a blade into his hand, Milly closed her eyes and her thoughts went to the people she knew that cared about her. She thought of her mother. Of how happy she'd been. Of how she felt like she could change her fate.
Then everything started fading away...
The air became colder...
The sounds of the roaring fires softly died out...
Then she heard something clatter to the floor before she was released.
Opening her eyes, Milly looked to see her father holding his neck, coughing while trying to gain air, but all he kept inhaling was smoke and fire. Her familiar was on the floor growling and swiftly moved to bite her father again but was smacked to the side into a while by Irilamns free hand. Milly stayed low beneath the smoke and looked around before she saw the blade her father had then moved to grab it. But before she could pick it up, Irilamns foot pinned the blade to the floor as he let out a growl to his daughter.
"Even if I die here...I am dragging you down with me to the nine hells you pathetic excuse of a daughter." He seethed while grabbing her neck again and started to squeeze. "You're not getting out of here alive. Not as long as I still live!" he psychotically laughed
Gasping for air and trying to escape her fathers chocking grip, Milly tightly shut her eyes before she started to mutter something. A spell. And in that moment, Irilamns laughter turned into pain filled screams as flames erupted from with in him. Milly was released but not before she gained a burn on her neck from here he had been holding her. She coughed and started to crawl for safety, but that sword soon came down on her right leg from the flame Irilamn. She let out a cry before her eyes flashed yellow and castes the Doom spell on him. Irilamn reeled back and shouted louder, screaming curses in elven at her as she escaped the burning building.
Once she was outside the home, away from the fires as she could possibly have gotten, Milly sat with her back against a tree holding her injured familiar in her arms. She could still hear her fathers shouting as the house burned down on top of him. She could still feel the flames on her skin and the fear in her mind that this wasn't really the end. She feared that Irilamn would come back. That's she'd have to hear his voice again. Hugging her familiar tighter, and hearing the guards come towards the burning wreckage and towards her, she knew there was going to be much for her to answer for. She knew she'd have to answer for the fire. But in her last act of mercy to the image of her father being a good man...she lied and said an enchanted item she was helping him create had suddenly backfired. She said they tried to qwell the flames but Irilamn was to injured to fully calm them. She said he knew he was going to die, so he told her to run. To get out alive while she still could....And so she did.
The guards looked at her with arched brows and quizzical looks but they don't question her any farther due to her sudden loss. The group that came to her soon turned and went to put out the fires. Milly sat there for a few hours more, to make sure Irilamn really was dead. His remains were found, and she let out a quiet staggered sigh. Her nightmare was over. The curse she'd been running from for so long was gone. But now...now she had no where to go. No place to call home and no family. She looked at her familiar and gently pats its head before looking back to the sea.
"Should we head back to Cormyr Milly?" Her familiar asked. "There's nothing for us here now..."
Milly didn't say a word, but softly nodded at the idea of returning to the place where she could feel happy.
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Post by Raven Credale on Apr 26, 2019 8:59:21 GMT -5
 ![]() (Update on Milly's look. Had to add shorts in because the robes in game remind me of a Chinese style...and because my characters are modest in their clothing choices. And yes, that is her family crest on the side of her shorts. Not that it matters now that she's the last of her family line.) From Milelal's journal:
So here I am...back in Cormyr...back to the place I felt comfortable in. The place I once came to to start over...Well suppose I can start that now. Now that Irilamn is gone and the ebony skinned fiends will dissipate in searching for me, I can finally live how I would like to. Though I should apologize to Keerla, I did ignore her when I came back into Greatgaunt. I didn't mean to, I was just so tired from the trip that I just wanted to sleep. Now that I have I can get back out there and start learning to control the weave better. Without the fear of having to look over my shoulder every five seconds. Maybe this chapter in my life will be better, less angsty and more...of something else. I don't know, only time will tell I guess.
And despite the burns....I'm surprised how easy it is to see with only one eye! I mean I still have my other eye but the burns have sort of forced it to be forever squinting. So I guess I'm a bit blinded on my left side? I did adjust my hair to cover the burns there but the burns on my neck are a different story. Those I don't feel to conscious of. People don't usually look at a persons neck unless they state something about it. Either way, the burns will serve to remind me of what I'm managed to over come. Sure I'm an elf...but not all of us can look fabulous 24/7, I'm fine with having scars and burns. Add character think. Seldarine above, Anirl will have a fit about this. Will possibly ask me a thousand questions about what happened, how I got more burns and such. But for him and select others, I'll tell the truth.
Suppose I should go start the next chapter in my story...who knows, maybe this one will have a bigger obstacle for me to over come. |
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Post by Raven Credale on May 6, 2019 15:48:13 GMT -5
((Milly's birthday has been added))
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Post by Raven Credale on May 10, 2019 16:57:36 GMT -5
*At the little pond out side greatgaunt the dead hobgoblin in near*
Milelal looked at her reflection in the pond after pushing her hood back. She moved her hair away from the left side of her face and checked the burns before sitting down and placing her bow beside her to clean the burns. As one would expect, she recoiled a bit after the first string of pain when she placed the damp cloth to the burns, but she fought through the pain and worked to clean as much dirt and grime out as she could. It was times like this that she wished she knew ice spells instead of flames. Cold hands could sooth the burns while she cleaned it, but sadly she wasn't any where near that level of magic yet. Nor did she believe she'd ever get there with the rate of her progress.
True she had been spending many nights away from things. Away from learning and keeping her self secluded. But she knew no one would notice her missing let alone recognize her when she came back. Well not if they only talked to her once. Twice was iffy. But she didn't seem to care at all. Not to mention she didn't seem to care that Anirl wasn't around. Somewhere in her mind she figured he'd have gone off else where or got dubbed king of some strange cave again. And if that was the case then she seemed perfectly fine being on her own like before. More time passed and eventually she put the cloth down then fixed her hair so it was covering the burns on the left side of her face again. After wringing out the water from the now dirty cloth, Milly packed it was then picked her bow back up as she got to her feet and brushed the grass off her clothing. Her hood was pulled back up and off the Sorceress went about her day.
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Post by Raven Credale on Dec 9, 2019 14:45:57 GMT -5
 "I feel no shame for these burns. They're a reminder how just how much stronger I've gotten since I first began." |
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Post by Raven Credale on Dec 18, 2019 7:53:28 GMT -5
A few months ago in Evermeet:
"My my, work on the manor is going well it seems." A playful voice said from behind Milelal. "A shame your father went insane and caused that kerfuffle isn't it?"
Milelal paused in her reconstruction of her home and looked back over her shoulder. Ebony skin was slightly visible under the hood but she could make out the feminine figure. It wasn't long before her wrist was grabbed and Milelal was dragged away from the site to a more secluded and hidden place before the guards came by. The woman soon pushed back her hood and shook out her snow white hair then turned so her ruby red eyes were looking into Milelals.
"Scream drow and I'll smack you." The woman smirked.
Milelal blinked for a moment before her eyes, mostly her right eye, widened. "Xune?! How in the mine hells did you get on the green isle?!" She loudly whispered.
Xune smirked and stretched a bit. "Well I had to come see how you were. It has been some time since you were in chains while the Drow had you."
"That's right...you helped me get out." Milelal softly smirked. "Then you told me not to tell anyone of you. To make it sound like I got out on my own."
"Which you did. I just told you where to go when no one was around." Xune smiled. "Sides if the drow ever caught me then I'd either be fed to large ugly spiders or rededicated to follow that nasty spider queen."
"But...you have a tomb spider for a pet." Milelal pointed out.
Xune blankly looked at the moon elf for a brief moment before eight legs wrapped around Xune. "I have a tomb spider that likes piggy back rides. There's a difference."
Milelal softly chuckled. "At least it's not the usual pet of Menzobarranzen."
"Like I need one of those following me. Hells I'm rather glad I'm exiled from the Underdark. Lot of crazy people down there if you ask me. But surface people alcannbe crazy too." Xune sighed as she took her pet off her back.
Milelal nodded a bit before she looked back to her fixer upper home. "I should get back to work. The manor isn't going to rebuild itself. And youbshouldngetnoff the island before someone less understanding sees you. Gods know the queen will want your head for just being what you are."
"A flamboyant Dark elf who doesn't affiliate with the Drow and sneaks through the Underdark trying to help those before they get sold into slaverly?" Xune questionednas she canted her head a bit.
"No...as a Drow." Milelal said before getting smacked on the right side of her face.
"I told you I would smack you." Xune smirked.
Milelal rubbed her right cheek as she softly chuckled. "Thanks for not hitting the burn. That would have stung more."
Xune nodded then put her hood back up. "Uh huh, but you are right. I should skedaddle out of here. I need to go find my niece and help her out...by roping her into some of the mischief I get into myself."
"Just...don't get her killed. Last I knew she had an older brother figure who won't think twice about hunting you down if she dies." Milelal adviced.
"Oh? Avenging brother type huh." Xune softly chuckled while smirking. "I like him already."
And with that the hooded elf slipped away into the night. Leaving Milelal alone so she could resume the work she had ahead of her.
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Post by Raven Credale on Jan 5, 2020 17:28:04 GMT -5
 (Last time I'll be updating Millys look) |
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Post by Raven Credale on Mar 23, 2020 15:33:45 GMT -5
From Millys journal
"Lately I find myself drifting. I'm not sure if it is doubt or jealousy that is causing this. But as I look to Aniril, who now seems whole but missing years of his memories now, and Elyanie...I get a sense of something unspoken. Secret emotions...
I know it has been aome time since I last spoke to Aniril and I know I shouldn't be feeling like this. But... I can't help it. Perhaps it would be better for him to be around her more than me. He doesn't remember the things we've been through so...perhaps it is betrer that I step aside. Besides, Elyanie is more confident and a better help in battle than I am. I'm just....a liability at this point. A liability that can only destroy things..."
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Post by Raven Credale on Mar 26, 2020 20:53:07 GMT -5
From Millys journal:
"I know I haven't mentioned it to anyone, but lately I have been having visions of fire while I meditate. Fire and brimstone, as if I'm walking in one of the nine hells. I hear something speaking to me but I cannot clearly decern what is being said.
I shout at the gibbering voice, what I say I cannot tell. But a moment or so later I see my father. He stands before me with black eyes, the pupils a ghostly white. His sinister smile falls on me. The next thing I know...a demon decends on me and I snap out of my vision.
I'm...uncertain what this all means. My father is dead. I put a stop to his madness with my own two hands. So why do I have visions of him now after months of nothing?"
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Post by Raven Credale on Mar 27, 2020 21:50:12 GMT -5
From Millys journal
"Once again I've had the unsettling vision. Today...was a very painful day. Each time I fell in combat, I saw the image of my Farther reaching towards me again with the band of devils and demons around us. I've not retold my history to Aniril, but Elyanie knows of it now. Though I did not mention these visions.
There's to much to worry about now, mentioning these visions will only server as an unneeded problem. For now I will focuse on helping them. My troubles can sit on the back burner for now."
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Post by Raven Credale on Apr 5, 2020 8:00:10 GMT -5
From Millys journal:
"Something has come up. I'm not sure what nor do I know how or why...but 'he' is back. The man who dogged me for forty years...the man who I killed months ago...is back from the land of the dead. I still have not told Aniril or anyone of this news. I myself still cannot understand how he has returned...but I cannot allow myself to be made a target again.
And I cannot drag anyone into this ordeal. Like last time...if I must face this 'moster' on my own, then I will...even if it means I will not survive our next encounter. Whenever that may be. I pray that Corellon will give me the strength I need to face this darkness when the time comes."
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Post by Raven Credale on Apr 8, 2020 0:06:27 GMT -5
From Millys journal
"I've told Ely and Aniril of my bizarre visions. It's comforting to know that even if Irilam has come back by some means, I won't have to face him alone. All that I need to do is figure out is if he has somehow stolen a persons body or if his soul has been contorted enough that he's been turnes into a demon or devil.
If he has become the latter, then Ely showed me a means of containing him. I just need to make sure that the circle isn't disturbed. Otherwise...I don't really want to think of what may happen. However if he has been in someone's body this whole time, then I need to find a way to route him out.
I thought I was done with this psychopath when I ended him months ago. I thought I didn't have to fear him any longer. But now...now it seems like he's made a return. How and why I still don't fully know. But I swear, if he tries and comes after me...it will be his worst mistake yet."
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Post by Raven Credale on Apr 9, 2020 15:31:42 GMT -5
*A short letter appears in Millys pack*
"Tyireale',
If you wish to find the answere to Irilams return. Come to the Seldarines Shrine by the Tun three rides from today."
*There is no name on the letter*
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Post by Raven Credale on Apr 17, 2020 21:44:38 GMT -5
From Millys journal:
"Once more I find myself leaving the borders of Cormyr on my way back to the Green isle for a time. My heart is heavy as I leave. But...perhaps it is best. It seems that wherever I go, darkness finds me in some shape or form. Perhaps my soul is damned to be in a world of darkness, never to mingle with the light. Perhaps I am simply treading down a path I cannot walk away from.
In the end, it doesn't seem to matter. I am cursed with causing destruction in my wake. I'm neither a force of good or evil. I am just...a flame that burns. Attracring moths to my flame before inevitably burning them in someway.
Maybe one day I can cast this veil of darkness off. Perhaps I too can find a way to mingle with the light and darkness of the world. Or perhaps I will simply not care. That I will only focus on myself and pay little attention to others from now on.
I suppose only time will tell. But I know that my heart will no longer seek a triangle of romance."
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Post by Raven Credale on Aug 31, 2020 18:43:55 GMT -5
From Milly's journal:
Ever since I came back to Cormyr, I've felt like there was something calling to me. Like it's been calling to me and I haven't been listening hard enough to hear it through all the noises that normally surround me. And sometimes, looking at my eyes in a mirror I can't help but recall the paintings I saw when I was a child in Evermeet. Father didn't have the gold flecks I do and neither did my mother. Though I never met her. So...I did the one thing I thought I'd never do. I'm going to continue what research my father had started before his decline to madness began. He was looking into the Half-dragons and how they came to be, he wanted to force someone to become that of the dragons blood. Perhaps forcing a person to awaken the blood in them wasn't the right answer. Maybe there was another way to go about it. Perhaps...perhaps before he went mad he was looking to see if I had this trait too. I do not plan to continue with his methods, instead I'll research this in my own way.
So I'm curious, why do I have these gold flecks in my eyes when neither of them did? Am I really of a dragons bloodline? How come I'm only now feeling these strange callings? Where and When will these questions be answered? And if they are true....What will awaken the blood in me?
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Post by Raven Credale on Dec 19, 2020 22:24:24 GMT -5
From Millys journal:
I find it a bit funny. Before I use to show emotions and feelings. I use to express myself to much that now it seems and feels like I am either disconnected from others or simply to mature. I suppose with this new solitude of mine now that Aniril and El are gone, I can focus on what it is I want for myself. Ahma thinks I'm depressed for not wanting a romantic relationship. Truth be told, I really have no interest in that sort of thing right now. Hells I'll make a bet with fate and say I'll change my mind when an Deva swoops down from the sky above to make an oath of service to me.
Until that happens, there is not one elven male in Cormyr worth my time away from platonic interactions. Honestly, I've some standards I like to keep ahold of now.
And it would appesr that in my writings I show more emotion here than I do in person. Interedting. Though on a different note, I've not made much progress with researching my family history. Then again seems I am just looking at the Blood line of Fcilnyn, my fathers family. Perhaps I should find my mothers blood line. Will need to find what her maiden name was though then trave back that way.
And my study of the Draconic language is a slow progress. I've studied and read the book Aniril gave me many times now bit it's still hard to comprehend. I suppise sill need a more, hands on' kind of teacher. That would be nice."
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Post by Raven Credale on Jan 3, 2021 2:46:42 GMT -5
Millys journal:
"Once more I heard something calling to me while I was in a bit of reverie. Part of me felt it was coming from somewhere to the north but also following the path of the sun? I'm not sure what to make of it, though I may have seen an image of an open field flash on my mind. There were hills, a pond or lake...and...otters? Again I don't know what it means. Perhaps my mind is overactive with all the reading I have been doing."
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Post by Raven Credale on Jan 15, 2021 13:31:14 GMT -5
Snippet from Milly's Journal:
"Turns out I am of a dragon's blood line. Not to just find out which dragon and how to wake the blood up. I was told I wasn't like a red dragon, so chromatics are out. Something similar to a Brass, so possibly a metalic dragon? The only one I can think of that is a bit similar to a Brass is Gold. Hmm...suppose it would make sense considering my temperament. Time will tell I suppos."
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