Post by EDM Hairball on Jan 25, 2009 8:09:10 GMT -5
OOC: Someone in the server told me the game setting was at 1372 DR...so I am setting the period to be appropirate.
Night had finally come, it was a small blessing that the rains lifted as the sun had just set. Galinlis longed to see the night sky, but it was clear the clouds would not be parting for him this eve.
Eyes the color of deep, tranquil waters look across his bed chamber where his writing desk sat. With a deep sigh the priest moves to get what he had been avoiding for a handful of days over with……
12th day of Tarsakh Year of the Tankard 1370 Dale Reckoning
Let it be known this day that I, Galinlis pen my findings to be preserved for my children and my children’s children. That they may see and learn of both the good and ill of the attempts of justice we met out and face from day to day.
I discovered the oil cloth wrapped bundle upon the markers of the Highgrass tombs. I believe the youth Rossiothlas left it there as the only item of tribute and reconigition for his family.
In the presence of the Elders, including myself, Gisir Rossiothlas was banished from out forest home. He is not to return.
Between the demands for his death as a traitor by two of the five it was a difficult deliberation. My own words rang truth in pointing out that our tribe had never put one of our own to death for any reason, and I would not agree to that nor would Corellon when so much was out of the youth’s true control. It was determined to be so with our mages and with an augury to our Father.
I did feel a magic residing in him, and it weakened when I asked for the Grace of our Father to not curse the boy further. Part still remains and it is my hope it will fade with time. I did not tell him that, for he would return out of honor to face those that would slay him in their grief. Too many will carry the pain for their sons, and too many find it easy to lay the blame on the single head.
Within this diary I did find some entries of note and I will pen them here.
First Entry
I never thought I would ever see as bright a smile from father as I did today. Seeing his eyes regain the full measure of their life and fires they had before Mother journeyed to Arvador, filled my with pride and brightened my world more than it already was. The weight all seemed to lift from him when I announced my decision to take the oath and train as one of our defenders.
The small ceremony will be tonight, and I depart to take on many studies two days after. To Silverymoon first, where I am to learn the Common trade tongue of the humans and then to read and write it.
There are many things I will be facing in this reeducation alone before I even begin to study the ways the battle, survival and nature’s lore. It will be many long months before I am given any duties or be sent forth against the many foes of our clan or our people.
It is a strange feeling I have, to be so very excited and happy and yet be so fearful of the changes I have taken upon myself.
Second Entry
We are not permitted to indulge the fares of Silverymoon, but we have set camp within sight of her walls. Even from here it is awe inspiring as it is intimidating. I have no doubt our mentors camp us here to temp us into sneaking into the city.
From the second day out we have done nothing but train in anything and everything that might be of use. Wood lore, tracking, stealth and the main talk of the Humans.
The written language of Humans is difficult, but I am pleased to have been selected to study further for the talk of Illuskians as well. I hope it will serve well for my people, even though I do not yet fathom all the reasons why.
Third Entry
The Walk and the Trials are finally over. We will be home tonight, and my thoughts have been to what will come. I only hope I can give pride to my kin and my house both as I carry out whatever my duties will be.
I do not know how long I will be allowed to remain before I will venture out. It will not be before the tribe has a celebration of our return.
Final Entry
I found this in the wreckage of what had been my home since my birth. It was frowned on that I was allowed to come to the site. But, I had to or my heart would always wonder if I was lied to, and the elders granted this single mercy.
Galinlis, promptly healed my injuries, but still, much of my body aches, and since finding this my heart has as well with the grief of my family’s demise. So many of my friends, so many of my people.
I am still in shock of it all. I do not know when I will get a chance to feel my grief, I may be put to death as a traitor for all I know and never get to release what I feel in my heart. But for now, I will do my dead family and my house proud, and hold as strong as I can.
The Elders will make their determination tomorrow When my escorts were leading me here, I could hear raised voices in the old temple where they often meet. I hear some of the whispers and see the looks of disgust as if they feel I came here and did this with my own hands.
Never in ten lifetimes would I want this, I would have been one of the first to fall were it not me in those gods cursed mines. Such would have been my duty.
I almost suspect they did not care if I escaped, just so I would experience yet another torture lent out by the hand of Drow. If that is true, they did their cruelities well.
I feel dead within.
Galinlis lays his quill aside, reaching up to rub his eyes. The whole ordeal troubled him greatly. He has grown up with both the youth’s parents, and had consoled the whole of the family when Rossiothlas’ mother died.
He earnestly hoped that the hurts would ease and they might discuss their actions again, but he knew it would be many long years before that ever happened.
The priest takes his symbol in hand and prays briefly, both for his people’s hurts and griefs to mend swiftly, and that the young tracker would fare will wherever he ended up.
Night had finally come, it was a small blessing that the rains lifted as the sun had just set. Galinlis longed to see the night sky, but it was clear the clouds would not be parting for him this eve.
Eyes the color of deep, tranquil waters look across his bed chamber where his writing desk sat. With a deep sigh the priest moves to get what he had been avoiding for a handful of days over with……
12th day of Tarsakh Year of the Tankard 1370 Dale Reckoning
Let it be known this day that I, Galinlis pen my findings to be preserved for my children and my children’s children. That they may see and learn of both the good and ill of the attempts of justice we met out and face from day to day.
I discovered the oil cloth wrapped bundle upon the markers of the Highgrass tombs. I believe the youth Rossiothlas left it there as the only item of tribute and reconigition for his family.
In the presence of the Elders, including myself, Gisir Rossiothlas was banished from out forest home. He is not to return.
Between the demands for his death as a traitor by two of the five it was a difficult deliberation. My own words rang truth in pointing out that our tribe had never put one of our own to death for any reason, and I would not agree to that nor would Corellon when so much was out of the youth’s true control. It was determined to be so with our mages and with an augury to our Father.
I did feel a magic residing in him, and it weakened when I asked for the Grace of our Father to not curse the boy further. Part still remains and it is my hope it will fade with time. I did not tell him that, for he would return out of honor to face those that would slay him in their grief. Too many will carry the pain for their sons, and too many find it easy to lay the blame on the single head.
Within this diary I did find some entries of note and I will pen them here.
First Entry
I never thought I would ever see as bright a smile from father as I did today. Seeing his eyes regain the full measure of their life and fires they had before Mother journeyed to Arvador, filled my with pride and brightened my world more than it already was. The weight all seemed to lift from him when I announced my decision to take the oath and train as one of our defenders.
The small ceremony will be tonight, and I depart to take on many studies two days after. To Silverymoon first, where I am to learn the Common trade tongue of the humans and then to read and write it.
There are many things I will be facing in this reeducation alone before I even begin to study the ways the battle, survival and nature’s lore. It will be many long months before I am given any duties or be sent forth against the many foes of our clan or our people.
It is a strange feeling I have, to be so very excited and happy and yet be so fearful of the changes I have taken upon myself.
Second Entry
We are not permitted to indulge the fares of Silverymoon, but we have set camp within sight of her walls. Even from here it is awe inspiring as it is intimidating. I have no doubt our mentors camp us here to temp us into sneaking into the city.
From the second day out we have done nothing but train in anything and everything that might be of use. Wood lore, tracking, stealth and the main talk of the Humans.
The written language of Humans is difficult, but I am pleased to have been selected to study further for the talk of Illuskians as well. I hope it will serve well for my people, even though I do not yet fathom all the reasons why.
Third Entry
The Walk and the Trials are finally over. We will be home tonight, and my thoughts have been to what will come. I only hope I can give pride to my kin and my house both as I carry out whatever my duties will be.
I do not know how long I will be allowed to remain before I will venture out. It will not be before the tribe has a celebration of our return.
Final Entry
I found this in the wreckage of what had been my home since my birth. It was frowned on that I was allowed to come to the site. But, I had to or my heart would always wonder if I was lied to, and the elders granted this single mercy.
Galinlis, promptly healed my injuries, but still, much of my body aches, and since finding this my heart has as well with the grief of my family’s demise. So many of my friends, so many of my people.
I am still in shock of it all. I do not know when I will get a chance to feel my grief, I may be put to death as a traitor for all I know and never get to release what I feel in my heart. But for now, I will do my dead family and my house proud, and hold as strong as I can.
The Elders will make their determination tomorrow When my escorts were leading me here, I could hear raised voices in the old temple where they often meet. I hear some of the whispers and see the looks of disgust as if they feel I came here and did this with my own hands.
Never in ten lifetimes would I want this, I would have been one of the first to fall were it not me in those gods cursed mines. Such would have been my duty.
I almost suspect they did not care if I escaped, just so I would experience yet another torture lent out by the hand of Drow. If that is true, they did their cruelities well.
I feel dead within.
Galinlis lays his quill aside, reaching up to rub his eyes. The whole ordeal troubled him greatly. He has grown up with both the youth’s parents, and had consoled the whole of the family when Rossiothlas’ mother died.
He earnestly hoped that the hurts would ease and they might discuss their actions again, but he knew it would be many long years before that ever happened.
The priest takes his symbol in hand and prays briefly, both for his people’s hurts and griefs to mend swiftly, and that the young tracker would fare will wherever he ended up.