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Eldezar Salmir Rose |
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I had never left my home before, barely even heard of what goes on outside of the trees. I hail from deep within Chaos Woods, today known as Loreroot, and now I am trapped outside it's gates. I have little idea of how long it's been. No one in the Land seems to be of much help. I must have been held captive for quite some time before I was left to die. Why my captors left me at the Paper Cabin is a mystery, as it seems quite a popular place for people to show up out of nowhere, and it's not too long a walk to the nearest city. I knew parts of the land from my father's stories. He is an ambassador of the Chaos Woods; and travels all the realm. He would bring back stories along with trinkets and occasionally would prepare a fine dish he had discovered while away. I only wish I could have gone with him but once, but it was my duty to take care of my younger sister. My mother long dead and my brother was training with the militia, therefore I attended to the house. If my days were not spent cleaning and cooking, they were spent fighting off bandits that would frequently attack our small village. The militia was preparing for war against one of the other nations. The only ones left to defend the village were a few of the other children whose older siblings were already in the militia, and some of the retired veterans from years past. One night, the bandits finally broke through. They had never attacked more than once a fortnight, their numbers were too few. This time, however, after we had driven them away and began to dress the woundst, they were back, with hundreds more men and accompanied by monstrous creatures this town has never seen. I was in one of the tree forts, raining arrows down as fast as I could, but there were too many. Suddenly, a blood-curdling scream from behind me. I turned; the bandits had flanked us, and my home was set ablaze "Qali!" I thought, and I bolted from my post. I took the bridge nearest to me, running as fast I could. Then nothing. My very next memory was darkness, then the cabin. I say that I have little idea of long it has been, and yet I know it must have been quite some time as well. Although I know these places from my father's stories, things are different. I remember hearing once of the peaceful land of Necrovion, one of my most favorite places that my father spoke of. Yet, when I happen across the land I heard so much about, it's gates turn me away; "...only Gods may pass?" Something tragic has happened, and I must have been unconscious for months, and the war may not have gone so well for my people. So my quest has thus been to find my way back into Loreroot, my home. I can only hope I meet my father, or that he made it home and was able to protect Qali. "Qali..." I dare not think what fate may have befallen my dear sister, only that I must return home as soon as time would allow me. Time; another fate with which I am cursed. So much of it and so little at once. Many peculiar things have happened since I awoke. Strange girls and dark shadows that come to life and attack you, and creatures that have been bound to me, fighting alongside me. I must say I greatly appreciate that last one, as they have become most useful in this realm. I have found my way to Loreroot's gates, yet I am barred from entering. These, tree guards, won't let me pass, perhaps the work of this new council that gained power after I had left. I must remember to speak with them about changing the name of my home as well. I had no choice but to do battle with the guards, yet they defeated me. I have been training hard with my creatures these last few days, hoping that soon we may overcome this obstacle. Some of them have grown as well. Perhaps I must grow as well, I can't very well rely on them to fight the battles for me. If only I had a bow... There seems to always be a festival going on at some time or another. After a long day's travel, I decided to partake of the partying. I thought that some fun would help to take my mind off of my current woes. I found myself at a Gazebo outside of Marind Bell. The locals, happy and stupid with drinking, welcomed me into their group. I hadn't much to say, I have never been good at talking with those I don't know. It was then I spotted, resting in the grass, a lute someone had forgotten. I hadn't played an instrument since I arrived in the cabin, so I picked it up. It felt right to have the strings beneath my fingers once more. I played softly, easing into the sound as each chord filled my very soul. Then, as I played, one of the party-goers, Kael I believe, began to sang. It occurred to me that he was singing to the melody I played. I caught his eye, and he smiled. I set the pace of the tune, increasing the tempo. The man kept right in time, his crazy lyrics causing an uproar with the rest as they burst into laughter. The party ended abruptly for me, as the time was late, and I had much more answers to find on the morrow. I will always remember that day however; maybe this land isn't quite as bad. It reminded me again of the stories my father told. I remembered again, how I so wished to join my father to this land; exploring it's secrets and partaking of it's beauty. And now that I am here, my only desire is to return home.. As I trained my creatures, I thought to ask questions. Maybe somebody would know the fate of my village; my family. Many ignored me. I was one in a sea of newcomers to this land, and everybody seemed to just want to have fun, despite the drums of war on their doorsteps. Then, not two nights ago, I finally met with some of my own, Lorerootians. I was overjoyed, I had so many questions. The one I spoke to looked to have the attire of a scholar or noble, so perhaps he would know my father. Alas, the name I had given meant nothing to him. Clearly he would not know of my brother or sister, so I thought to inquire of the state of my small village. I thought for sure he would have news of the attack that night. His next words nearly took the life straight from my soul. When I gave the name of my village, he claimed that no place existed, nor had one ever. He assured me there was not a twig nor berry in all of Loreroot which was unfamiliar to him, and yet still, he looked at me as if I was a mad man. I fumed. I could not trust this man's words. I had to see for myself, I would deal with the charlatan later. I had to get home, for not a soul in this world cared but myself. The strange girl visited me again today. We played a game. She reminds me so much of my sister. Don't worry, Qali. We'll see each other again. Everyone that I have mentioned my village to denies it's existence. Has it truly been that long since the attack, that my home has been wiped clean off the face of the map? The only way to be sure for myself is to get past these guards, but they are so powerful. I train with them every day, and yet it seems my creatures' attacks have no effect on them. Words of encouragement from a new friend, however. A pretty lass with almost any handy item you can think of buried somewhere within her pockets. She speaks of friends that have bested the guards, and they were only a fraction more powerful than I am now when they did so. Perhaps this week's end will see satisfying results Jesterfest approaches. My new friends tell me it would be the perfect escape form my current woes. As much as I disdain, perhaps I should join in the festivities. I hear there will be a story telling contest; I am sure one of my Father's old tales will do nicely... I train long and hard each day, as my creatures and myself become stronger. When my body is weary, I train my mind within the Archive Gardens. Both the puzzle and the Lorerootian guards have overpowered me many times before, but now I believe I have the answer to defeating them. Until then, both my mind and body have grown tired, so I rest at one of the Gazebos hoping to converse with more of my fellow adventurer's. "We all have magic my friend..." Words of encouragement I had overheard today. I wonder if I do as well. What could my special powers be, if any? I was just now coming to terms with the fact that I had been held captive for a few months, a year at the most. I started to wonder these past few days, why I had not yet seen the shine of the moon nor the sparkling stars. I heard rumors that it had not risen recently, though it was normal that it had not risen for a time. I wished to inquire of why, and for how long. I figured this would could help me to determine how long it may have been since I was taken from my village. A man named Tarquinus gave to me the news I desired, and what I had dreaded most. I remember many nights sitting atop the highest trees, beneath the stars; the Moon. Qali would make up stories from the constellations; such an imagination. One summer, every night was spent outside. Then Tarquinus tells me that it has been hundreds of years since the moon was seen regularly, and now only occasionally appears in the sky. Hundreds of years. This would mean my family, they would be long dead. I sat there, unable to think straight, unable to even cry.. I don't know my path now, except to return home. I will decide then what my journey should be. These past few days, I have met many more new friends, though at the same time I have met a few nuances. It is to be expected, though hopefully in the future this person will be more reasonable. The first guard has been defeated, and now I rest with my creatures. The next guard shall soon, and I may finally return home. I know what I must do in order to defeat the last guard. It will take time, diligence. My creatures I believe will have the experience needed in a few days, but I wonder if I will as well. Until then, I have done some more exploring. During my travels, I found the labyrinth had been opened to me. My curiosity got the best of me, so I entered the maze after a short rest. The maze then served it's purpose. I found myself constantly turned around for hours, reaching the same dead end at every turn. However, I did manage to find my bearings, and made my way out of the hedges. I came upon a strange new place after escaping the labyrinth. Tiny people running about, soulless aramors walking aimlessly about the beaches. It was not until I came to the Ivory Lighthouse when I found that somehow, I had arrived on the vast island of Golemus Golemicum; and I was trapped. |
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