The Journal Of Ser Dorian Naromis #1

[Farryn 860]

-Within the Cloud Temple's library, a small book made of fine made leather dyed the colour of dark grass on one of the tables would capture your eyes. Curious on why this book wasn't placed back, you decide to go over and inspect the book. At closer inspection, the book's cover is embedded with an iron symbol-

-Carefully, you open the book to the front page, where you are greeted with the following words-

 

The Journal of Ser Dorian Naromis

Entries 1 - 4

Rewritten by Ignis Ales

Published under Ser Dorian's last wish.

 

-Wondering exactly who this man, or whatever race is, and what could be written within these first four entries, you decide to read on-

 

Note from Ignis Ales

To whoever reads this journal,

First, I would like to give you a warm greeting and I hope this note finds you in the greatest of health. Next, I would like to ask you something.

Would it be strange to read about yourself from another’s perspective? Or to read about someone’s life, even if you do not know them?

 

Personally, it’s rather strange, reading the journal of someone who was practically a guardian to you and seeing their true perspective on you as a whole. When you, the readers, read it, it seems like they are on about someone else; a fictional character that you may never meet or someone who could be long dead. Yet to me, it’s strange reading this and knowing that someone isn’t a fictional character or someone who is long dead but rather yourself.

 

This journal of my mentor and, in some cases, my adopted father, Ser Dorian Naromis. Sadly, he is dead (much to my grief) but after reading this journal and seeing that he wanted this out for all to read about his journey around Athera, I decided to grant his final wish. I am unsure if many people alive have heard of him but I shall explain to those who are clueless.

 

Ser Dorian was a high elf who lived and served as an Alchemist (writer and healer as well.) I’m not fully sure on his past but I know that he is aged 220. He always dreamt of becoming an Alchemist and successfully achieved that dream. Unlike some high elves who mostly believe in impure and pure (not all believe in this), Ser Dorian was opposite to them; if someone needed help, he would give them that help, no matter their race. Someone is injured? He tends their wounds without a second judgement. He was that elf one could rely on at times when in their darkest hour. Ser Dorian especially helped myself in my darkest years.

 

A little side note, this journal does contain some rather... sensitive topics about myself and even now, I shudder at the memories. However, those days are in the past and I have finally stopped lingering in them, although there are times that they may come back. If anyone does have any questions to me regarding my past, I shall truthfully answer them the best I can, but do not expect my replies to contain happy endings and smiling faces. Be aware that you may not look at me the same way but do not let my past affect your view on me. The version of me you will read about no longer exists, I am now changed and no longer the girl you see in this journal. However, for my own safety, I will not be using real names and real appearances within this journal as there may be one or two people out there who may not like this journal, or want to find me. I shall be using the pen-name: Ignis Ales. However, it will only be my name, names of important people and SOME appearance that have changed, everything else remains exactly as how Ser Dorian wrote it. That includes how his entries go, his name and his past.

 

Lastly, I may add some notes on some things that you may not understand, if I want to add my opinion on something, or if there should be added information about. This information will be written in a lighter ink and in brackets as well. (In other words, like this!)

I hope you enjoy reading and safe travels!

Ignis Ales.

 

Entry one

 

Day one: The journey begins

Today marks my first day, the day I decide to travel throughout Athera. The reason why I have decided to travel is because of many reasons, two of them Alchemical reasons (Alchemy reason: Find ingredients, from the known ones to the unknown ones, most likely) while the rest are purely to see what Athera has to offer. I know that it will be a long journey but it will be enjoyable. Here and there, I suppose there will be the odd danger or two but nevertheless, this is a journey I am willing to go on.

 

I’ve decided to write this journal, hoping to one day publish it and share my tales with all to read, to let them hear what a travelling Alchemist finds on. After all, I am also a writer as well, so why not share what I see, what I think and what I do? Hopefully this journey will be a pleasant one.

 

The first place I’ve decided to stop at is the town of Aldersberg, seeing that it is the closest town to my small, yet humble, home in the forest (I’ve never been to his house before, nor do I know if it’s still there or where it’s located… I wish I could see it though). I will need supplies, such as food and possibly a tent. Also, it would be worth seeing if I can possibly get a horse as well. I don’t prefer walking everywhere.

 

Entry two

 

Day two: Meeting Gris

Today, I finally arrived in Aldersberg. The town is quite unique; surrounded by towering mountains with lush, spruce trees all around. It seems like a lovely place to live and the locals are friendly. However, today became rather eventful.

 

I was merely relaxing in the tavern, enjoying a small glass of red wine (He always had a taste for wine but didn't drink it all the time) and absorbing in the calm atmosphere, when a man approached me. He was human, I could immediately tell as he lacked elven qualities (Such as the ears). He was quite tall, roughly 6’4ft, and looked around the age of thirty nine. His build was quite muscular, so I suppose he was a fighter. Dark brown locks of hair laid flat on his head, although it eventually turned spiked at the bottom. He also had a stubble with a small goatee appearing at the end of his chin. The man wore a white, although unbuttoned at the collar, shirt and dark grey pants that were tucked into a pair of thick leather boots. Over the top, he wore a thick, long  brown coat that seemed worn out at the bottom. A quiver was attached to the belt around his waist, while a claymore and the bow were attached to yet another belt that was slung over his left shoulder. I could just about see a small bag there as well. However, what surprised me was his eyes; his eyes were a silvery grey colour that resembled much of a wolf’s fur (Quite funny he compared this person’s eye to a wolf, seeing that his name actually links with wolves). Yet his left eye was covered by a murky grey eyepatch that fitted perfectly on his head.

Merely looking at his appearance, I suppose you could say he was either a hunter or a ranger.

 

He came to me and asked if he could sit down at my table, which I replied he could. When he did, he introduced himself as Gris Corvel. (Linking with my previous note: Gris Corvel means ‘Grey wolf warrior’. See why I find it funny?) He then asked me about my Alchemist skills, which I replied that I was surprised he noticed that I was indeed an Alchemist. He merely smiled and told me I had that Alchemy aroma around me. How peculiar. (Yep. Looks like even when Ser Dorian met him, Gris was still a little weird.) When I asked him what he needed from my Alchemy skills, his face grew sad. He told me that he needed a potion that could help his fiance, who was dreadfully ill. I immediately agreed to help. 

 

After we finished our drinks, we immediately left for Gris’ home. (I got to see it, it’s a small, log built lodge located at the far end of Aldersberg, I’m unsure if it’s still there or if the Aldersberg residence took it down.) When there, I met Xiona, Gris’ fiance. She was laid in her bed, looking a sickening pale with her face twisted in torment and pain. She’s been growing weaker and weaker as the days go by. (I’m unsure on what the illness was but I feel sorry for Xiona, to suffer from an illness that causes her pain) According to Gris, he would go and find a cleric but does not wish to leave Xiona’s side. Either way, I must do what I can to help her!

 

 

Entry three

 

Day 12: Still not cured

It’s been ten days since I begun trying to cure Xiona. I’ve tried from the weak healing potion, to the more complex ones. However, none of them are working! I’ve tried every type of healing potion I know, researched for anything useful, yet I cannot find the solution to heal her! Oh if only the Panacea (A supposed potion that could cure anything but it’s a myth, unless it truly can be made. However, it can be impossible as it’s suppose to require the purest of ingredients, which don’t exist as nothing is completely pure… well, I think the Panacea is made from pure ingredients...) truly existed and could be made, then the poor woman would not be suffering badly! This is discouraging! 

 

Gris is growing more worried, his nails are ten times shorter than when I first met him, and I swore he’s one or two hairs less. (In other words: Stressing the nether out through pulling his hair and biting his nails out, not that I can’t complain about, I would too if my lover was dying.) I’ve grown to enjoy the man’s company; he, although not all the time, tends to tag along with me when it comes to collect some ingredients. He told me that he was born and raised in Aldersberg and that he works as a hunter. Not to mention he performs the strangest of rituals: First, he kills the weakest animals in a pack, then does the typical skinning and taking out the organs, but then burns the organs and crushes the bones before burying them! (Ah, I remember this ritual! Thankfully, I never picked it up from Gris.) When I asked why he performs this ritual, he told me that: “Everything we see relies on us and each other, so why not be thankful and express your gratitude to the animals that provide your meal?” What a strange man indeed. (Indeed.)

 

Hopefully we can find a cure for Xiona soon. I dread to think what will happen if we were unable to save her. Malin help the poor dear. (...I'm not going to even say anything. Just read the next entry.)

 

 

Entry four

 

Day 15: We failed.

We lost Xiona today. Gris is grieving deeply and I share that sorrow. I got to know Xiona during my time with her: She was a sweet and caring woman, you could say she was as sweet as a Desert Bush berry. (Desert Bush berries are an Alchemy ingredient that is found on the Desert Bush within a desert. They’re known for their sweetness. I use them in one or two recipes by combining them with strawberries.) But alas, death has whisked her away before she and Gris could get married. She has become the bride of death, her tomb now her bridal chamber.

 

I should perhaps go to Gris, I can hear his wails of grief clearly from my guestroom. If there is one thing Gris needs, he needs comfort as of now. I shall do my best to help him.

 

-At the final page of the book, you would notice there is another note from Ignis ales-

"I've decided to split the journals into separate books. Not only does it let me have breaks between publishing each book, it lets me leave you on cliffhangers. Keep an eye out for volume two! - Ignis Ales."

 

OOC:

So, this is a project I've been planning on doing for a while. Basically, I have a NPC known as Ser Dorian Naromis and I decided to write this journals since I don't really enjoy making an NPC and not giving them at least a backstory. And aside from his backstory, we have Gris (a persona of mine I eventually permakilled) Corvel's backstory and also the backstory of someone a few of you should have met or seen. Plus! It's fun and stops me from getting Writer's block. 

 

I'm not sure when the next volume will be out, but I'm going to give it at least a week or two before making another topic with the new entries.  And I will say it now, one of the entries coming up was just plain hilarious to come up with and write :) So keep an eye out!

 

Second to last: You can reply to this topic both IC and OOC. In case you want to send a letter to Ignis, or just post your character's reaction. Either way, feel free just as long as you stay on topic.

 

Lastly, who is Ignis Ales? Well, I'm not going to say but to those who do have an idea where they've heard of Ser Dorian Naromis or Gris Corvel from. Yep. That person is  Ignis Ales but not as an official name s/he likes to be addressed by. More of... an author pen-name. 

 

Anyway, I hope you enjoyed the four entries and hope you follow with this series. - GiratinaXable.

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