HerbalismMy name is Fate Comments on self
I have lived many centuries, I know this now as I spend my nights atop this new found refuge known as the paper cabin, and deep in the underground beside the abandoned Chaos Gazebo. My thoughts swirl in my mind more clearly then anywhere else. In my solitude images from my many years of life come flooding back in vague images. Who or What am I? Here is a short list of the things I am certain of myself since landing in this strange new realm.
1. I look up at the skies and feel as if they are where I truly belong but also i see the flowing waters and imagine myself at home striding along there.
2. I know that I was alive at some point during the middle ages of the previous realm i inhabited but i took a much different form I remember scales and fire and darkness.
3. My name is Darigan. My name is Fate as it is in my hands that life itself has placed the burden of discovering the futures of this new realm. My choices effect everything around me in most interesting ways.
Since coming to this realm I've made many friends and discover many secrets also discovering more about myself... The journey ahead is a long and bumpy road but I walk it without fear or regret. Day 90 Year
5: My 18th day here in this realm and so much has already happened I must catch up I have found love! I met the most amazing woman, an empath named Mya Celestia and she is more amazing then any gift a man or dragon could ask for. She is beautiful graceful, and simply divine. She has taken my heart and become my desire. Though there is darkness in her eyes from past suffering, I have given her a ring and a promise that I will never abandon her. I wish to have her by my side and in my arms and a future together.
At the end of the last month a competition began which I had not heard of in any of my memories. The Heads Contest is a 2-3 day quest to gain heads defeating others and bagging their heads as your own. note that at first i was not at all interested in this competition as I saw myself as still too young to compete. With that being said during the late hours of the end of the first day of the contest I came upon an idling warrior with well over 200 heads and easily defeated him propelling myself on to the leader board and quickly gaining a top spot, and this is where my newset adventure began. As I battled through 3 grueling days to stay above the fray and keep my position I was finally granted with the prize I'd fought so hard for 4th place in the HC at my skill level, and while 4th place may not seem much to some I was only 10 days old at the time of winning.
I have completed the trials before me and after much study and days of training have defeated the mighty guardian trees of Loreroot and gained entrance into the land that is now my homeland where I will lay my own roots and a life full of promise with the woman I love.
I have Proposed to Mya and shes accepted!
We were married in a grand wedding at the top of Ravenhold. Firsanthalas presided and many of our friends attended the ceremony including an appearance from the long gone Calyx of Isis.
However the day after our beautiful wedding Mya was murdered by an assassin and her soul floated above her lifeless body at the Gazebo of Equilibrium. Time passed as I and others struggled to find the answers to the ever growing puzzle of who murdered my wife and why.
It was soon discovered that a devious Necrovion named Ivorak had been sent to kill Mya on the orders of the sour grapefruit Pamplemousse as revenge for a lack good judgment on my part. Mya's body was returned to loreroot and the strength of the living forest rejuvenated her life as the light of the torches burned around the great tree of Ravenhold.
Soon the battle lines were drawn and as the two sides gathered their forces a battlefield was chosen and the fight was had in the end the forces of justice prevailed vanquishing the murderer and his supporters in defeat.
Now I wish to move on and enjoy my life with my renewed wife...but all is not well as it seems death has had some adverse aftereffects on her being. Woe to the day that life shall return to normal.
A picture of Mya and I
