Post by Raven Credale on Feb 21, 2019 20:03:24 GMT -5
Entry 1:
As of late, Father has been acting strange, spending long nights in his study and lab. The smell coming from his lab is enough to make my gag and wish for fresh air. But...I hear screams in the middle of the night, animals mostly however lately, I've been hearing the screams of someone. Begging him to stop his madness. Yet, it never seems to happen for the poor soul I'm hearing. Part of me is beginning to think that my dear beloved father, a man who had been so kind to me and raised me with so much love an compassion, has fallen into madness. I'm worried for myself, but more importantly I'm worried for Rhu. I've seen how father has looked at him, a lust of sorts...as if he's seeking something from my familiar that he cannot ascertain else where. For now I cannot make a more nor can I investigate without him looking at me with those suspicious eyes he has...Though perhaps while he sleeps I can sneak in and discover what he's up to.
Entry 2:
For the past few nights, Father has been staying up all night. It's as if he knows I'm trying to find out what he's doing. But I've heard it. I've finally discovered what it is my father has been upto and why I've been hearing the screams late at night. He's trying to 'make' a Half-breed dragon. So far he's been buying dragon's blood wherever he can find it and injecting it into test subjects. Most...can't handle it as end up dying. Which explains the smell...others....others just...I don't even want to think of it. But he's spent all of the money we've hand for this madness and now he seeks Rhu's blood as a replacement for the kind he cannot get. I will not nee my dragon, my best friend used for such things. If my father wishes to bleed Rhu of all his blood, then he will have to kill me first. I will never let that man near my dragon. After I've finished writing this, I'm packing all my things up and leaving as soon as I can...I will never come back to Evermeet so long as the man I once called 'Father' lives.
Entry 3:
It's been four months since I last wrote in this. And for those past four months I've been traveling through the lands with Rhu by my side. We've seen many places and meet different people. Some weren't to kind at seeing my familiar in town, so we've agreed that while in any town, Rhu will hide in my pack and stay quiet as much as possible. I cant risk word getting back to that mad man, about where Rhu and I are. And I'm glad he's not sent anyone out to hunt me down. Though...on my travels through some parts of the land, I've picked up on a rather shunned language. Undercommon. The drow I've hidden from with Rhu speak it so easily with each other that I've nearly mastered the language despite my better judgment.
Entry 4:
After long weeks of listening and following the drow close to the underdark, I've managed to learn their language. I find it a bit ironic that as a follower of Shevarash, I know the language of the hated race. Perhaps it will become useful to me later on in case I need to decipher anything that's in Undercommon. Yet I should keep what I know to myself for now. Not many elves will look kindly at me if I say I can speak Undercommon. Though it will be palpable to see the looks of disgust in the drows eyes when my magic renders them to Ash later.
Entry 5:
With the encounter of the drow gone and after putting much distance between them and myself, Rhu and I have found a rather quaint little village to live in for the past ten years. Ten years...it barely feels like it's been ten days. This calm town, so peaceful and trusting...I feel like everything I've been taught by my father is...I don't know. It feels like a lie. When Rhu and I arrived, we had no where. I would do simple trick to earn gold but eventually I ran out of good ideas. I didn't want to subject Rhu to them in case one might be a spy for my father, but...well, they found out regardless. And for a month or two, they all called me a dragon tamer. I simply told them that Rhu was my familiar and best friend.
Yet, they came to trust me and rely on me for things that concerned magic. Even three days ago a Lord stopped by my home and asked if I could identify an artifact for him. I agreed and after I was done he paid me. Though I did tell him my service was for free. He just told me that I'd be needing it soon. An ominous and almost threatening statement...perhaps I'll have to keep an eye on who comes and goes more. For both my safety and Rhu's.
Entry 6:
They say that when you're haunted by your past, shadows begin to dance along the walls to taunt you. I feel as though for the past thirty years I've been watching the shadows dance around me. Taunting me that I'll lose Rhu or that the man named Ililam, my Father, will find where I am. But perhaps it's just paranoia getting to me once more. I've developed a bit of a coping habit to remind myself that I'm as far away from him as I can get. I just press my right thumb nail into the palm of my left hand as hard as I can push it while keeping my eyes close and repeat to myself "He's not here...He's not here..." It works most of the time, and the paranoia hits me when ever I am around to many elves I don't know or trust...or if I'm around Undercommon for to long. I...Didn't write it down before because I did not remember to do so...But years ago I heard the drow say a name...it was my fathers name. And what was tied to it made me fear him more.
I heard them say that I was...That I'm just another experiment of my fathers. All those years I had lived with him, he had shown me those tricks all of it...It was just a lie. Just another experiment to see if I was a viable candidate for his twisted experiment...But this only gives me more of a reason to stay as far as I can from him and why I cannot trust others so easily. Either I'll lose my mind from the paranoia first or I'll drive my very life to the bottom of the seas...at least there I know I'll be free from his haunting memory...should I find myself alone in a world so vast and cruel. But I hope that is not the case...I hope that will never be the case. I have Rhu after all, so long as I have him I am fine. But...perhaps it is time that I move on from this place. It has been kind to me and has sheltered me when I needed it. But I feel a change in the winds and should get going. Maybe I'll head to Cormyr and hide out there for awhile.
(Work in progress...)
As of late, Father has been acting strange, spending long nights in his study and lab. The smell coming from his lab is enough to make my gag and wish for fresh air. But...I hear screams in the middle of the night, animals mostly however lately, I've been hearing the screams of someone. Begging him to stop his madness. Yet, it never seems to happen for the poor soul I'm hearing. Part of me is beginning to think that my dear beloved father, a man who had been so kind to me and raised me with so much love an compassion, has fallen into madness. I'm worried for myself, but more importantly I'm worried for Rhu. I've seen how father has looked at him, a lust of sorts...as if he's seeking something from my familiar that he cannot ascertain else where. For now I cannot make a more nor can I investigate without him looking at me with those suspicious eyes he has...Though perhaps while he sleeps I can sneak in and discover what he's up to.
Entry 2:
For the past few nights, Father has been staying up all night. It's as if he knows I'm trying to find out what he's doing. But I've heard it. I've finally discovered what it is my father has been upto and why I've been hearing the screams late at night. He's trying to 'make' a Half-breed dragon. So far he's been buying dragon's blood wherever he can find it and injecting it into test subjects. Most...can't handle it as end up dying. Which explains the smell...others....others just...I don't even want to think of it. But he's spent all of the money we've hand for this madness and now he seeks Rhu's blood as a replacement for the kind he cannot get. I will not nee my dragon, my best friend used for such things. If my father wishes to bleed Rhu of all his blood, then he will have to kill me first. I will never let that man near my dragon. After I've finished writing this, I'm packing all my things up and leaving as soon as I can...I will never come back to Evermeet so long as the man I once called 'Father' lives.
Entry 3:
It's been four months since I last wrote in this. And for those past four months I've been traveling through the lands with Rhu by my side. We've seen many places and meet different people. Some weren't to kind at seeing my familiar in town, so we've agreed that while in any town, Rhu will hide in my pack and stay quiet as much as possible. I cant risk word getting back to that mad man, about where Rhu and I are. And I'm glad he's not sent anyone out to hunt me down. Though...on my travels through some parts of the land, I've picked up on a rather shunned language. Undercommon. The drow I've hidden from with Rhu speak it so easily with each other that I've nearly mastered the language despite my better judgment.
Entry 4:
After long weeks of listening and following the drow close to the underdark, I've managed to learn their language. I find it a bit ironic that as a follower of Shevarash, I know the language of the hated race. Perhaps it will become useful to me later on in case I need to decipher anything that's in Undercommon. Yet I should keep what I know to myself for now. Not many elves will look kindly at me if I say I can speak Undercommon. Though it will be palpable to see the looks of disgust in the drows eyes when my magic renders them to Ash later.
Entry 5:
With the encounter of the drow gone and after putting much distance between them and myself, Rhu and I have found a rather quaint little village to live in for the past ten years. Ten years...it barely feels like it's been ten days. This calm town, so peaceful and trusting...I feel like everything I've been taught by my father is...I don't know. It feels like a lie. When Rhu and I arrived, we had no where. I would do simple trick to earn gold but eventually I ran out of good ideas. I didn't want to subject Rhu to them in case one might be a spy for my father, but...well, they found out regardless. And for a month or two, they all called me a dragon tamer. I simply told them that Rhu was my familiar and best friend.
Yet, they came to trust me and rely on me for things that concerned magic. Even three days ago a Lord stopped by my home and asked if I could identify an artifact for him. I agreed and after I was done he paid me. Though I did tell him my service was for free. He just told me that I'd be needing it soon. An ominous and almost threatening statement...perhaps I'll have to keep an eye on who comes and goes more. For both my safety and Rhu's.
Entry 6:
They say that when you're haunted by your past, shadows begin to dance along the walls to taunt you. I feel as though for the past thirty years I've been watching the shadows dance around me. Taunting me that I'll lose Rhu or that the man named Ililam, my Father, will find where I am. But perhaps it's just paranoia getting to me once more. I've developed a bit of a coping habit to remind myself that I'm as far away from him as I can get. I just press my right thumb nail into the palm of my left hand as hard as I can push it while keeping my eyes close and repeat to myself "He's not here...He's not here..." It works most of the time, and the paranoia hits me when ever I am around to many elves I don't know or trust...or if I'm around Undercommon for to long. I...Didn't write it down before because I did not remember to do so...But years ago I heard the drow say a name...it was my fathers name. And what was tied to it made me fear him more.
I heard them say that I was...That I'm just another experiment of my fathers. All those years I had lived with him, he had shown me those tricks all of it...It was just a lie. Just another experiment to see if I was a viable candidate for his twisted experiment...But this only gives me more of a reason to stay as far as I can from him and why I cannot trust others so easily. Either I'll lose my mind from the paranoia first or I'll drive my very life to the bottom of the seas...at least there I know I'll be free from his haunting memory...should I find myself alone in a world so vast and cruel. But I hope that is not the case...I hope that will never be the case. I have Rhu after all, so long as I have him I am fine. But...perhaps it is time that I move on from this place. It has been kind to me and has sheltered me when I needed it. But I feel a change in the winds and should get going. Maybe I'll head to Cormyr and hide out there for awhile.
(Work in progress...)