Kalari
02-02-2008, 01:32 AM
Kalari sits down wearily in her corner of the Phoenix Tavern. She pulls out a quill pen with a scarlet feather and some parchement and pens her journal...
Kalari's Journal week one day 6,
Ive decided to keep a journal of my quest to become a master mage. I arrived a week ago at StormReach harbor, it had been a rough week. I have slowly tried to learn the terrain of these lands. But it has been rather challenging, ive knocked on the door of death a few times. I am sure the Town Elders have felt my spirit pulled from my body a couple of times. Death seems to meet me at most footfalls, luckily I am fortunate enough to have been born into a time where powerful magics can revive ones soul. If not for such I would be cast into oblivion before to long. Ive learned that trying to go about learning solo was not a very good plan. I found myself running about in circles along musty warehouses to dank sewers only too look up into the eyes of large fiercesome creatures. I took on odd jobs to find myself fleeing large ironmade hounds that breathed smoke from their nostrils and spewed a oily substance that laid me flat more times then not. For certain I thought Id have to run back to Seravia with my pride as a payment to all who called me fool for persuing this. Running back to my home is not an option anymore though, I saw to that in my last act of vengence.. I only hope my family's honor was not permanently stained, though Ive learned to care not. In the shame of what Ive done they shall remake our name and they still have the family buisness. I am sure having a daughter who now sells her learned skills for hire will matter not as long as they have coins to line their pockets. I have made peace with all the decisions I made till this point, and if I have not...Then I have learned to hide it well. My only fear is one day someone from that house shall come for me to seek retribution. But I hope by then I will be strong enough to take down anyone who looks to harm me.
The last few days had my fears plaguing me, without guidance even the spells I have learned often fizzle before doing me any benefit. And ive found myself lost in the midsts of the town many times. Ive fled from alleyways from strange sounds only to find it a small rodent or cat. Though considering ive had taken on pesky creatures known as Kobolds I think my jumpy nerves are valid. And just the other day a larger creature known as a Bugbear I believe threatened to make me a meal? Or perhaps he was proposing marriage? I never could understand the gibberish of some creatures. All I do know is that once I heard his shrieking I fled as quick as my feet would allow, though he did manage to get a swipe ripping my only dress. With my tattered cloth and wounded pride I stumbled for the last few days about the city wondering if I should just find a barmaid job and forget my quest. I was very close to applying at the local tavern till fortune smiled on me, while wandering the market area I found myself finding a group of allies. So far they are all a friendly bunch, with none asking me too many questions about myself. For me that is a good thing, I only wish to reveal so much. My past is better left unspoken, my path of loneliness for now is squashed and I have willingly accepted their offer amongst their fold. Though most are benevolent few have a hint of chaos to them which eases me. I do not think I would get along too well with those who are righteous, in fact if they were and knew of the things ive done I would not last too long. My struggle to remained as unbalanced as possible should not be interupted though, for the people ive allied myself with do not question my antics nor do they worry if I go off to explore and make my own dealings. I truly think their help and guidance shall aid me on my quest to find my place in this world. The leader of our ragtag association is a very patient and charismatic male, while taking me to tour and clear out a troubled area he told me somethings about himself and his allies. We stormed a sewer place and while I was wary at first, I found myself casting arcane spells with an ease I never had back home. Now Ive found myself filled with hope that I wont fall to the wayside in my personal quest to become stronger. Though I still feel a a Novice and I am sure my Patrons back in my former homeland would shake their heads at my bumbling both spells and combat, I feel that im learning. I may not be as strong as the Mystic Maidens or the Elite Archmages back home, but ive come on my own to prove to myself that I can become as powerful or even stronger then what was expected of me. I will show even my uncle Tarakin that I am not some weak frail. Ive acquired some nice possessions that will help me focus and cast better which I am greatful for, once again I must thank allies for this. And so far keeping the chaos at bay that rule the hearts of my people has not been hard. I just unleash it on any monster that foolishly crosses my path. Soon the incident that caused me to flee to Stormreach will be a distant memory, a reminder of why my magic should not be triffled with.. But I go on its time to strengthen my skills again and learn my way around newer parts of these lands.
End Journal...
Standing up and stretching Kalari studies the sea of faces seeing some familiar others new. She checks her pack making sure she had what was needed. Giving a satisfied nod at her supplies she speaks to herself "now its time to take on the hills towards the southeast.." With a determined look she heads out towards the harbor..
TBC
Kalari's Journal week one day 6,
Ive decided to keep a journal of my quest to become a master mage. I arrived a week ago at StormReach harbor, it had been a rough week. I have slowly tried to learn the terrain of these lands. But it has been rather challenging, ive knocked on the door of death a few times. I am sure the Town Elders have felt my spirit pulled from my body a couple of times. Death seems to meet me at most footfalls, luckily I am fortunate enough to have been born into a time where powerful magics can revive ones soul. If not for such I would be cast into oblivion before to long. Ive learned that trying to go about learning solo was not a very good plan. I found myself running about in circles along musty warehouses to dank sewers only too look up into the eyes of large fiercesome creatures. I took on odd jobs to find myself fleeing large ironmade hounds that breathed smoke from their nostrils and spewed a oily substance that laid me flat more times then not. For certain I thought Id have to run back to Seravia with my pride as a payment to all who called me fool for persuing this. Running back to my home is not an option anymore though, I saw to that in my last act of vengence.. I only hope my family's honor was not permanently stained, though Ive learned to care not. In the shame of what Ive done they shall remake our name and they still have the family buisness. I am sure having a daughter who now sells her learned skills for hire will matter not as long as they have coins to line their pockets. I have made peace with all the decisions I made till this point, and if I have not...Then I have learned to hide it well. My only fear is one day someone from that house shall come for me to seek retribution. But I hope by then I will be strong enough to take down anyone who looks to harm me.
The last few days had my fears plaguing me, without guidance even the spells I have learned often fizzle before doing me any benefit. And ive found myself lost in the midsts of the town many times. Ive fled from alleyways from strange sounds only to find it a small rodent or cat. Though considering ive had taken on pesky creatures known as Kobolds I think my jumpy nerves are valid. And just the other day a larger creature known as a Bugbear I believe threatened to make me a meal? Or perhaps he was proposing marriage? I never could understand the gibberish of some creatures. All I do know is that once I heard his shrieking I fled as quick as my feet would allow, though he did manage to get a swipe ripping my only dress. With my tattered cloth and wounded pride I stumbled for the last few days about the city wondering if I should just find a barmaid job and forget my quest. I was very close to applying at the local tavern till fortune smiled on me, while wandering the market area I found myself finding a group of allies. So far they are all a friendly bunch, with none asking me too many questions about myself. For me that is a good thing, I only wish to reveal so much. My past is better left unspoken, my path of loneliness for now is squashed and I have willingly accepted their offer amongst their fold. Though most are benevolent few have a hint of chaos to them which eases me. I do not think I would get along too well with those who are righteous, in fact if they were and knew of the things ive done I would not last too long. My struggle to remained as unbalanced as possible should not be interupted though, for the people ive allied myself with do not question my antics nor do they worry if I go off to explore and make my own dealings. I truly think their help and guidance shall aid me on my quest to find my place in this world. The leader of our ragtag association is a very patient and charismatic male, while taking me to tour and clear out a troubled area he told me somethings about himself and his allies. We stormed a sewer place and while I was wary at first, I found myself casting arcane spells with an ease I never had back home. Now Ive found myself filled with hope that I wont fall to the wayside in my personal quest to become stronger. Though I still feel a a Novice and I am sure my Patrons back in my former homeland would shake their heads at my bumbling both spells and combat, I feel that im learning. I may not be as strong as the Mystic Maidens or the Elite Archmages back home, but ive come on my own to prove to myself that I can become as powerful or even stronger then what was expected of me. I will show even my uncle Tarakin that I am not some weak frail. Ive acquired some nice possessions that will help me focus and cast better which I am greatful for, once again I must thank allies for this. And so far keeping the chaos at bay that rule the hearts of my people has not been hard. I just unleash it on any monster that foolishly crosses my path. Soon the incident that caused me to flee to Stormreach will be a distant memory, a reminder of why my magic should not be triffled with.. But I go on its time to strengthen my skills again and learn my way around newer parts of these lands.
End Journal...
Standing up and stretching Kalari studies the sea of faces seeing some familiar others new. She checks her pack making sure she had what was needed. Giving a satisfied nod at her supplies she speaks to herself "now its time to take on the hills towards the southeast.." With a determined look she heads out towards the harbor..
TBC