The Journal Of "edward Hermitine"

[Anawkin 247]

[[ This is all OOC recordings and not IC knowledge unless you find or read the journal icly]

 

 

 

-17th of the Sun's Smile, 1455

 

   Recently packed his ample belongings and departed from the cold and plain streets of Abresi, He feels relieved, almost in a state of surreal bliss. He rests at the foot of the Cloud Temple, the older one to add. The old Bennett Geminine is no more, He no longer has any meaning in the name. His makeshift tent has brought many beautiful, dusk skies and he plans to stay for quite some time. His only problem is a brooding rain a few miles behind his camp, he hopes with all his might to the creator it merely passes by. But he has readied his pack in spite of this, and keeps a crossbow nearby. He manages on a simple bag of potatoes, those that he brought with him, from his old shackling home. His hopes and spirits are high, and in a month he plans to travel to the scape of the Fringe. Allured by it's beautify and sheer wildness, he hopes to hike across all of it by the end of the year. He is chained to society no longer.

[Anawkin 247]

-19th of the Sun's Smile, 1455

 

  The rain stopped his journaling the previous day, but he can't be happier. He's back on the road and on towards the fringe with a large smile. His tent was ruined in the harsh rain, so he looks for somewhere to nestle this night. An abundance of vermin dot across the lands he's traveling, and he's snared and shot several of them, only for food. He had a brief meeting with a peculiar dark elf man, he insisted on not giving his name. But the dark elf was a good man, and he enjoyed his company. He feels jubilant and not a trace of melancholy in his life, Into the Fringe he comes.

[Anawkin 247]

-20th of the Sun's Smile, 1455

 

   His eyes scamper around in fascination. Beauty. Extensive lands. Not a human in sight. His first stop upon the Fringe is magnificent. Climbed upon a hill in a little more than an hour, he's begun to set up a spare tent that nestles in the mountain side. The views are unreal. Food is bountiful. He doesn't have much else to say this day, and continues to hunt for edible plant life.

[Anawkin 247]

-1st of the Deep Cold, 1455

 

   His tent hasn't been holding up in the drastic change of seasons, and he has begun to collect furs for the winter months to come. Food has become scarcer, and his stomach has an uneasy feeling to it. He survives on only a collection of berries, and whatever game he can find. He plans to head south, or somewhere warmer like the orcish deserts. He met an elderly woman this day, and got along with her quite well over the course of a few hours. Then she told him, she had to depart, for which he was sad, losing such good company. With his tents being packed so quickly, he hasn't got much to do much exploring of the lands, but he will return. Or so he hopes. Off again once more.

[Birdwhisperer 1174]

Moved to the Great Library. It shall be sorted into appropriate category shortly.