Solitaire's Confiding

[The Lion 736]

From the private pocketbook of Solitaire the Wanderer. . .

 

Gone, but Never Forgotten

Here chronicles the stories of the denizens of Athera.

 

It was a bad day for learning new information so far. Nothing like his meeting with the scholar, Zav of Nerezza. He approached the town folk of Petrus who only shunned the Gatherer in absolute fear. The questionable Solitaire observed the use of the cross by the fearful peasant and adapted accordingly to better interact with the holy men of Canon. For they both believed in the absolute Creator.

 

With a change in outfit to give off a more creationist appeal, he began to set out from the Capital of Oren. It was on the crossroads that he came across his second pupil. Elisa, daughter of Horen. He observed her talking to what seemed a landed Orenite. After he departed, Solitaire quietly greeted her to probe for knowledge. She informed him of her twisted past. The beginning all too common place among the descendants of mortals. Her mother abandon her in Karovia as a babe and she grew up missing the importance of a mother figure. Until one day her mother came back only for them both to be abruptly captured and tortured by Krug’s kin. It should be noted we cannot blame the sons and daughter of Krug for their blood-lust. Rather, we should work with them to teach more control. There after all is no word for ‘peace’ among the speakers of Blah.

 

Anyways, her mother didn't survive this event, but Elisa did with a few new scars both emotional and physical. Now she lives in greater health much to her boredom with her father in the lands of Savoi.

 

Elisa of Karovia, you will never be forgot.

 

The odd figure lit up the night in farewell after receiving a gesture of warm thanks from Elisa. Solitaire continued on his task. . .

[Mephistophelian 977]

((I was confused at first, then pleasantly surprised when I understood it. I like this! :D ))

[Alphrix 45]

Brandt sits at his his table reading over some papers. He thinks about the stranger (Solitaire) whom was with Zaviel. "Unique attire and helmet."

[The Lion 736]

Between Brothers

The Deep Cold, 1491

 

Solitaire gave up waiting at the gates of the Haelun'nor and began to make his way down the hill only to see a passing black shape. Curiosity took hold of him and he hollered out, "Hail." He went down to meet the figure and introduced himself to learn the man's name. Jonathon informed him briefly of his origins. The half-elf, half-human is the bastard son of an unnamed Petrusian noble. He was jailed at the age of ten and his mother was murdered. Solitaire wondered if matricide would be so frequent in the coming stories. . . He none the less listened to the rest of Jonathon's tale . . . A plague had hit the prison complex and guards, workers, and civilians fell off like flies leaving only a few remaining survivors. Brandon, Charolette, and Sean among them. The last of them would visit Jonathon until only Brandon remained. Through the plague's destruction, Jonathon gained his freedom and was soon adopted by the Herial family. This was 180 years ago apparently, a number which Solitaire mentally objected to by his own record of time.

 

The Questioner wanted more, so he asked for Jonathon's most joyful memories, but not after suggesting it must be of a girl. He was right. Mister Herial spoke fondly of his sweet Ciinne, a northern daughter of Horen whom he had met relatively recently. Solitaire allowed him the one question as usual in exchange for the information and answered it to the best of his ability.

 

Jonathon Herial, you will never be forgot.

 

The Wanderer produced a token of love for Jonathon to take to his sweet and pardoned himself to continue on for the next interesting soul. . .

[The Lion 736]

A Perfect Example

Snow's Maiden, 1492

 

The sun was shining brightly as our Masked Wanderer traveled the roads looking for something new to learn. Elle the baker of Akovia and Bognash of the Grove didn't offer him much of a story, but he'd be happy to give them another shot. He walked onward until he came across a pair of people. An orc and a human. The two quickly said their goodbyes and Solitaire felt the need to follow the orc. The orc was quick to discover the trailing Solitaire and was friendly enough with questioning. Malog'yar, the Elder Shaman of the War Nation he revealed himself to be.

 

Upon asking for his story as he does for all others, Malog surprised the Seeker with something unseen so far. His life story in text form! The first living document of a being's history Solitaire had come across thus far. The Oddity sat in Malog's home and read all the books he was offered in exchange for a question each. The orcs are a lot more scholarly than any race he'd come across so far and Solitaire decided he'd stay in town for a bit to absorb all they had to offer.

 

Elder Shaman Malog'Yar is perhaps the most wise man in Athera. Any student who finds themselves under his guidance can only be so lucky. He follows his values and knowledge with all his mind, body and soul. A trait not many can boast.

 

Malog'Yar, you will never be forgot.

 

Solitaire sits under a tree in the Orcish War Nation and makes it his home for a next few months.

[The Lion 736]

The Saga Continues

 

His namesake was proving true as he wandered for what seemed like days in the demented swamp between Karovia and Salvus. The ungodly sight of floating doom fortresses and wispy green tentacles only fascinated Solitaire during his walk. As if by accident, he stumbled into the road in-front of a passing elf. His name was Remlastor Rei. A child of Malin. He didn’t have much to say beyond the death of his cat, Sir Meow. Seems she went by fire. An act of suicide. Odd. Rem as he liked to be called took some arrows from a nearby necro-demon and Solitaire carried him to his home. This is where world’s collided and The Archiver met Rem's sister, Ciinne Rei. The same Ciinne that Jonathon Herial pines for! She was shy and this made her come off as rude, but she just appreciated her privacy.

 

Remlastor Rei, you will never be forgot.

 

Movin’ along. . .

 

Here's the names taken by the Archiver's lexicon so far.

 

Bariel the elf

Arinislia the elf
Eazy the goblin
Ciinne Rei the elf
Kavir the rude dwarf
Remlastor Rei the elf
Fizldank’Dom the orc

Leyun Winterleaf the elf

Thorrak Ireheart the dwarf
Vyncis the elf. Requested to be called Vyn.
Siegfried LaValette the human, a FUGGIN' great lumberjack

[The Lion 736]

Law, Order and the Pursuit of Love

Sun's Smile, 1495

 

A garden has sprung from the ashes of Leyulin. A familiar spire among its features. At the entrance a great checkpoint held by the dutiful gatekeeper, Resmira Centrella. She seems suspicious of Solitiare. Weary if I may say. After processing him, much to her dismay at his ***** and esoteric answers, she deems him a threat level medium and allows him to pass. Insane she claims him to be.

 

After a short walk around to the spire of Oz’goth (or the Pendulum as it’s been stylized) yields nothing, Solitaire returns to the checkpoint. Resmira teaches him of the ways of the High Elf and the specifics of Silver Law. Solitaire is grateful and watches the guards go about their dealings for the rest of the day until a blast from the past takes form under a tree's shade.

 

Ryder the Mother of Dragons. Old memories ignite inside Solitaire for reasons beyond him. She's seen a lot. Been through more. A lover without love returned. Solitaire and she talk of the Holy Oren Empire where she studied the less long living races. Her world came crashing down after the foiled rebellion thanks to an accidental discovery by Mirtok of DeNurem. Life has guided her back to where she belongs. Among her people to find what she seeks. Life goes on for better or worse.

 

 

Resmira Centrella, Ryder the Mother, you will never be forgot.

 

The walking lexicon moves on to his wagon to meet with the oldest soul he knows of that still walks the plane. . .

 

((Oy vey, you can't use the adjective q -u -e -e -r? Really, LotC?))

[Heero 4092]

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