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Game Master Chris Posted: Tue Feb 21, 2006 8:33 pm Post subject: Historical Chronicalers Journal This thread is only for those characters who are posting historical information from their characters past. A Historical Chronicaler may post thier characters story, from their characters point of view in this thread for all to read. It can only be used as in game information if your character knows their character and you ask that author for permission to use it as in game knowledge. I will transplant these post to the FanWar website periodically. You are the history of Roekron. The world lives through you! Christopher Melville dusk Posted: Tue Feb 21, 2006 9:16 pm Post subject: Nym's Journal (only to be used as in game knowledge by those who previously knew about the event) The Flower I had not been to the Grey Isles but once or twice before, not because I have avoided them, but rather, because I have not often been presented with the chance to adventure there. The isles are often spoken of in a foreboding tone, shrouded in fear and uncertainty. Conversely, I find them DDd Ũ DDd ŨDDd ŨDDd Ũ on. Since the first time I set foot on a boat I have disliked them; the murky cloak of the sea and dangerous confinement of the vessel makes me uneasy (ironic that my brother married an Amazon). While I have become more skilled than I was then, I still prefer teleportation. Never-the-less, I was part of this mission and I was not about to let water stop me. As I walked on board I felt comforted because I was surrounded by those that I had come to know as family: My brother, Chunky, his wife, George, my beloved husband, Snikelfritz, and The Golden Twilight, who, even being a boat, thought of me as her mother. As we slowly drifted out of the harbor I stood by the railing, twirling between my fingers a delicate white flower which I had picked during the calmer hours of the day. After tiring of watching it dance high above the waves I set it down on the sleek wood railing where I expected it to be quickly blown away. But, before the wind could have its toy, Snikelfritz had picked it up, and set it behind his ear. The flower looked silly peeking out from under his hair, but also beautiful. We arrived at the isles with ease, not much later than we had set out. Our mission was to unravel the mysteries left by Grisodemdal. We had come to this island in particular with the intent of using a key left to us by a deceased friend. We had been there before and knew that the deadly apparition guardian meant us no harm. Once past, we continued to the center of the dilapidated mage school where the stone tablet sat. This grand key raised the tablet until a door in it was exposed. Once inside, the chamber lowered to reveal three hallways. At the end of each was a room with a lever and a golem. One by one the golems were fought, and the levers pulled. Snikelfritz, being the best equipped to deal with them, was the only one to fight the golems. The first, as it tends to happen, was an easy battle. A ring was found on its finger and taken. The second was a great deal harder. This golem threw weapons with enough force to kill even the strongest of warriors. My experienced barbarian dodged each blow while I stood in the hallway cringing at each narrow miss. Eventually, it was taken down, and the crown on its head was gained. There was one golem, one item, and one lever left. Sni kelfritz entered the room in confidence, and I proceeded to watch in horror as time seemed to inch past. I cannot remember much about the golem except that it used a double bladed battle staff that reeked of magic and that once the battle started to drag on, it flexed its second set of arms and began using them. Eventually, my husband fell and I could feel my heart beat even harder. For minutes I stood there helplessly, knowing that I could not even damage this beast. Once Snikelfritz regained consciousness and allowed his body the short time it needed to recover, he pulled the lever and ran from the room. Looking at me and I could tell he wanted to try again to get the weapon. I looked back at him, and with my eyes, pleaded for him to stay. “The flower,” he said, reaching behind his ear. I noticed it was gone, but wondered why it mattered. “I have to go back for it.” I looked into the room and saw the flower lying daintily by the golem’s feet. “But it’s just a flower,” I answered. “I have to.” “Please,” I begged, “Don’t. I don’t care about the flower, I don’t care about the weapon, I don’t care about any of this. But I care about you. Please. Don’t.” “I have to.” I suddenly realized that it was that simple; he had to. I threw my arms around him, battling back thoughts that this might be the last time I did, and kissed him holding back tears of fear and of love. He entered the room cautiously and explained that he only wanted the flower. The golem leaned down, picked up the flower and held it out to him. Snikelfritz took the flower and carefully placed it behind his ear once more. Then the creature gripped its weapon and did what it was put there to do. The rest is a blur. A battle ensued, and at the end, the golem still stood. The details my mind never did grasp, but the feeling of being in my husband’s arms I never lost. He escaped the room once more, and this time with the flower. 318 Creann_Lottorn Posted: Tue Feb 21, 2006 11:21 pm Post subject: Readings from the Book of Creann We all traveled out in a small band. There were five of us this brisk morning. Terin, D’murr, Goblin, the nameless elf, and I. the destination was unknown to all of us but the elf. He said it was a shrine and may be guarded. Immediately Goblin and I were intrigued. having our hearts set on becoming merchants, we say inevitable profit. Not to mention the elf, like many others was not the brightest and way too trusting.( Article 2, Passage 1 “Trust only those that have earned it properly” so says the Book of Creann) After a ways travel up the river we came upon a small structure with an even smaller entrance. So being the one good with words, I convinced the near weaponless elf to enter first.(Article 2, Passage 2 “Why do something yourself when someone else is willing to die disarming the traps for you.” so says the Book of Creann) He exited just as quickly as he entered. Claiming there were giant snakes and they were not happy. So I convinced Terin to go in. Terin being a wolf rider with an extremely good nose new the snakes were there and didn’t want to go in with out a little back up. We traveled back to town where goblin and I purchased two scrolls of Inferno. One of my personal favorites. traversing back we encountered some orcs that didn’t put up much of a fight. I told the party to wait outside as I went in to defeat the snakes single handedly.( Article 2, Passage 3, “Convince others of your power without exerting much at all.” so says the Book of Creann) Followed by a few explosions, I exited and told them it was safe to enter. We all went in and notice a small pedestal. it had some golden coins placed upon it. Maybe four or five, I cant remember but they all fit in one hand without making it noticeable. So Terin took no interest and nor did goblin. The rest of us though the rest were intrigued. So I read magic on the alter and it was definitely powerful. I told the elf to make a donation. A petty four gold he placed down, but luckily in a nice pile so I placed the five I took of to begin with plus another six and as I lifted my hand his gold was gone. I told him the god or goddess must have accepted his donation. He put the rest he had down and a potion. Nothing happened. So I took my gold back and so did he. Goblin was next to try. nothing happened for him either. I was rather mad I didn’t get the rest of the pathetic donation by the even more pathetic elf. I said to them, “ We should get this pedestal to a jewel smith he’d pay well for it.” And without more thought than that the Elf and goblin lifted the pedestal and walked out with it. .(Article 2, Passage 2 “Why do something yourself when someone else is willing to die disarming the traps for you.” so says the Book of Creann) So on the banks of the river something stirred. Terin smelled and ran like a dog he once was. Me being the only one that noticed took a second look around the temple. Lots of aquatic symbols and such meant nothing at the time but soon it became clear, clear as water..