[Character Diary] Sivian's Notes

[Wyrvun 1808]

OOC:

Please, do not take anything written in this post as my own personal opinion, this is written from the perspective of Kariv, not myself.

Please, do not meta any information that is in this. These are purely for the enjoyment of the reader, and myself writing them.

 

Do note, that these writings may (In the future) contain the following:
Violence

References to Torture
Slavery

Vivid descriptions of battles, and the results after.

Sexual references

(And all from the perspective of a man desensitized to violence. If you feel uncomfortable with the mention of any of those topics, please, don’t read this.)
That said, enjoy the read.

 

Entry 1

Spoiler

I’m some 380 years old now. Big woop for me, hurrah. Looking back on the past with all the memories, I can’t help but shed a tear. The mention of an old friend, looking for a landscape similar to something I once knew. To spare the cliche, though I can never say how accurate it is, war, really never does change. It is the one constant in life beyond all else. Someone does something wrong, the other wants said someone killed.

 

I was reminded of this in Helena today, the so-called ‘bastion of civilization’ otherwise known as the Orenian Empire. I come into the city, the first thing I’m greeted by is not a friendly local, but a man cutting off the tail of a Kharajyr. Some civilization that is. Frankly at that time wasn’t bothered to step in at the risk of being harassed by the locals. That’s not something I can risk at the moment. Not twenty elven minutes later, a man on the rooftops with a crossbow. Needless to say, chaos ensued. I was internally dying of laughter, yet I couldn’t let a smudge of that bubble to the surface.

 

It was strange, meeting my so-called ‘enemy’ somewhere that wasn’t the field of battle. It’s a commodity I don’t often get to enjoy it seems. Though, today was different I suppose. The battlefield stinks to high hell, bodies stacked as high as an Uruk, maggots swarming about, in and out in and out. Just the sight of it, even after 300 years of war and violence still makes me sick to the stomach. That’s something I’ll never overcome I suppose. Oren is undoubtedly losing the war, but the blissful ignorance of the citizens of Helena was even more sickening than the bodies.

 

That’s another thing some people don’t much understand. I don’t go out of my way to die, I fight for a cause I view as just. If I die, my soul passes into the next life. My life is in the hands of the Gods. This hardly means I’m not afraid to die, mind you, if someone tells you they are not afraid of death, they are either stupid or lying. Training can give you the edge, sure, adrenaline can make you take risks, but every being has a fear of death deep down inside them. The curiosity of what comes after. Even the most legendary of Sivian war hero, most trained knight, most ferocious beast, they all have the fear no matter how much they may suppress it.

 

However, back onto topic. With the situation as bad as it is for Oren, reading their propaganda is even more sickening. To think a man could sit down, write this, and knowingly deceive his fellow countrymen. My heart sinks, and my head aches at the very idea of such a person even living. I mourn for those who’ve lost their loved ones, but not for a second do I regret slaying a man on the field of battle. It could’ve just as easily been me, and I know they wouldn’t of put a second thought to my body. Bothered to look through my customs and cremate me the proper way.

 

Going forward, I suppose. I’ll pay my proper respects to the fallen of Oren, more than just leaving their bodies to be left out for the hounds. I’ll venture with the Golden Caps someday, clean up the battlefield. Stack the bodies myself, cremate them rather then just pouring them into a mass grave as once was done, and still is done. I have vivid memories of being a younger man (Around 20-30) being unlucky enough to come across an untopped mass grave. The stench, oh the stench I remember well, even after 350 years, you cannot forget that smell. For miles around, the hounds came to feed on the corpses of the dead soldiers. Scavenger birds of all the sort swooped down to feed as well. My friends, and family warned me to stay away, though, curiosity got the best of me. One night, I ventured to the site. There must’ve been a hundred or more men stacked on top of each other. Bodies half-decayed, guts spilled out onto the man next to him. Missing heads, bodies dragged out of the ditch and missing limbs. Blood seemed to cover the entire area.

 

I suppose I should end on a positive note, though, I got to see Athri again, daughter of Crualyun. My how she grew. I am excited for her, honestly. I made the mistake of wedding a human in my 40s, she, thankfully met a nice High Elf. Frankly, though, I’m not impressed with his ability to handle alcohol. Athri sees something in him, I can respect that. I hope they have plenty of children and often find each other in an embrace. I will accept Taliyu into my family, I will welcome him into my family. Though if he dares to ever even think about betraying my granddaughter, or harming her in some way, he will suffer. I dare not kill him lest I invoke the wrath of Athri, the last mistake I’d ever make. I am proud of her.

 

I hope I will live long enough to watch over many generations to come in my lineage. My love life has been somewhat lacking ever since Arelin, though, she is perhaps a story for another time. I’m done seeking love, I’ve got years ahead of me. It will find me, or I will not have it. That is satisfying enough. There are many a 50 or 100-year-old elf that’d I’d look upon. I will take no action. Anyone younger than 200 simply will not be. Many would say I should simply take what I can get, though, I’ve advanced beyond that point. If I cannot find love, my children, or their children will. I can be happy for them.

 

OOC:

Characters mentioned,

Athri Onfroi (NeoMakesFireGoBrr)

Crualyun (WannabeWallaby)
Taliyu Kaeronin (MochiIsVibing)
Arelin (SpiltMemes)

 

Entry 2

Spoiler

It’s been an Elven day almost, since the incident in Helena. I still cannot get the image of that Kharajyr out of my mind. I didn’t feel sorry for him, not for a second. He was a liar, and went back on his word multiple times. Mentioned something of Pride Therkul, the Dragons, probably Azdrazi, and Metzli. Then went back on his word and said he had dedicated his life to the Cannonist GOD. My mind keeps reverting to an earlier era, about 40 or 30 years ago. A young-ish, curious Kharajyr stumbled into my city. Savie, was his name. A nice fellow, honestly. He wrote poetry if I recall correctly. Sociable as well, though in his own, special way. I debated him on some of the finer aspects of politics at the time. To be frank I cannot remember what we discussed. I wonder where he’s off to about now.

 

Not long after, I discovered he was indeed, married, not only was he married, he was an Ape-Kha. A traitor in a sense. So to find out that Umi (Savie’s wife) was the religious leader of the Kharajyr. I deeply miss them both. Spending time with Umi and Savie used to be the highlight of my days. They seemed to slowly fade away, out of my life and out of others before I simply just stopped seeing them. I still have Savie’s books in my library as well. I hope they still live, I’d hate to think otherwise. Though, I’ve had friends come and go, here and there. Kharajyr are not different, only living some 130 or 140 years. Much older then humans, granted, but still, hardly comparable to the lifespan of an Elf. I would also assume the lifespan of a Ape-Kha is drastically shorter then that of ‘normal’ Kharajyr.

 

I also, for the first time in my life met, who I could only assume was Ri’Haskir. Umi and Savie told me much about him. Actually no, scratch that, I met him once. When the Kharajyr first moved to Renelia (Onxy Sanctum at the time.) all those years ago, Umi invited me to come over for drinks, I found it laughable she expected me to bring my own alcohol, understandable she had none on hand though. There I met Ri’Haskir (Haskir? Ri’Haskir?). We didn’t talk much, just a brief exchange of courtesies before I went on an- ‘adventure’. Though frankly it was more of exploring the general area around the Sanctum. My memory is a bit fuzzy on what happened after that, perhaps I finally found some alcohol?.

 

The next memory I have of Haskir came in the form of him in Helena, doing what is only respectable, sticking up for his people. Though, I doubt he’d care much for what the Kharajyr in question said. Likely would’ve scolded me for not stepping in as well. To go off on a bit of a tangent, I do not view the mainstream Kharajyr as my friends anymore. My loyalties were to Umi, and Savie, not the Kharajyr as a whole. Umi would’ve had me step in, Savie likely would’ve as well. That’s a regret I have, perhaps why this has been so nagging on my mind. It is unpleasant to think about, deeply unpleasant.

 

Last I saw the Kharajyr duo was some 30 years ago, they had cubs, two children who I cannot remember the names of. I got to hold one, he seemed oddly relaxed. I wonder what the twins are up to now-a-days. How Umi and Savie have been. I’ve considered sending them messages before, though, I just haven’t bothered. Perhaps I may send them a letter once I am done writing here? Maybe wait till another day, focus more on the here, and the now. Focus on the war, and dealings with the Sivians before I investigate my own, personal agenda. That reminds me, I’ve led a interesting life through the eyes of my culture. Courting a unsound mage as I believe it was called. Courting as well a user of dark magic, or at least, a former user of dark magic.

 

Arelin, who I previously mentioned, a former Frost Witch as I’ve come to know them. I knew her when she was stilled ‘cursed’ as she said, figured it out pretty quick once I got close enough to her. Perhaps I should write a book about my experiences, “Courting Frozen Androphoics” (Androphobia being the phobia of men). Now that would be an interest read I think. Once she got un-cursed? Curse lifted? Whatever, once the curse was gone the Adunian and I had a little talk and we came to terms over her newly found mortality! A most interesting talk, truly.

 

Getting back onto topic about the Frost Witch though, we wound up becoming pretty close friends after she lost her curse. She explained some things to me. I am eternally grateful she chose not to feed upon me... By that I mean, literally, she was planning to eat me. Scary thought I think. Hardly easy prey I’d like to think to myself, though, I’ve never properly fought a Frost Witch in one-on-one combat. I’ve heard rumors of them, but hardly ever seen them until Arelin. That 30 minutes of sitting down, talking about all the plans she had to well, kill me, tore me to bits. My heart sank, my pride! Oh my pride! How it was broken. I laugh looking back on it.

 

With her unreasonable hatred for men seemingly gone. We wound up, well, courting each other. Some of the happiest years I had since Renna, who is, likewise, a story for another time. Elino and Myan seemed to like her enough, Crualyun as well. Elino never spent much time at home, sadly though. He ran off with some Tathvir, unfortunate I’ve already forgotten the name of her as well, I’ll have to ask him. Crualyun, I am convinced viewed her as the closest thing he ever had to a proper mother. I was always a tad too hard on him I feel. Especially in the later years he spent in Sutica. Much like Renna, this is a story for another time. Myan, who’s living with me still (mostly), viewed her as a motherly figure as well.

 

I assume Arelin has run off to go rejoin the rest of the Frost Witches to get her curse reinstated. I guess her lust for immortality was more then her love for me. Now to think of it, perhaps it’s my fault the relationships of the past 100 years have been so... flimsy. Arelin was a literal monster, at one point with a super natural hatred of men. Blair was well, Blair Fester, the notorious Sutican traitor, (possibly the reason this war started?) and unsound mage. So, I suppose it is my fault come to think of it. Maybe I just need to take a big step back, this century has been a bit chaotic, to say the least. Though, I seem to be growing to old to dream anymore. Some day, perhaps, some day, I will settle with a nice Elf that has my best interests in mind. Hopefully.

 OOC:

Characters mentioned,

Savie (Blue_Due)

Umi (tadabug2000)

Ri’Haskir’Kul (Rylothh)

Arelin (SpiltMemes)

Elino (BasilTheBunny)

Crualyun (WannabeWallaby)

Myan (NeoMakeFireGoBrr)

Blair Fester (_Wonk)

 

Entry 3

Spoiler

I found out where apple juice comes from.

 OOC:

Characters mentioned,

Syndra (Ztrog)

 

Entry 4

Spoiler

I am convinced this book is a messenger of the gods. The Sivs always knew of higher beings that could have an affect, or directly influence our realm. Daemons and Aenguls being two big ones. On my birthday none the less! I suppose, I should tell the story of what happened. I mentioned on the previous page ‘I found out where apple juice comes from’. That was an innuendo. I am ashamed of it, but it cracks me up. I suppose there was still a bit too much alcohol in my system last night. A blessing, and a curse. Though, alcohol is besides the point here I think.

 

Remember how I said I’d wait for love? Well, the gods have bestowed it upon me. In the form of a Demi-Fae named Syndra. She’s some 200 as well. Much better then younger... Granted, the Epiphytes are infertile, I do not care. We already talked about it, and it appears we are both madly in love with each other. This has to be, probably one of the happier moments of the last 60 or so years. I hope this lasts longer then the others. Frankly I know only a bit about the Epiphytes, my knowledge on them is... limited per say. 

 

We met in Talons Grotto, talked about things over a nice drink. She told me she’s still looking for a spot to plant her Fae. I suggested a place in Sutica. Now at this point I already had a feeling that she was something, for lack of a better term, special.  I know every man says ‘this is the one’ or ‘I know she is the one’ or something along those lines. Well my very much tipsy mind was practically screaming that. I took a few risks and, we wound up walking to Sutica. I showed her the entrance to the cave that some Druii used to live in.

 

I suppose this is also an interesting note to make. Her bones and skin being made of well, wood and bark, she has this constant creaking noise to her. Her movement doesn’t seem any slower, or anything. I find it very curious. I am literally dating a tree. Isn’t that crazy? Though, the Sivians of old may have some protests, their memories and bodies are hardly alive to stop me. I’ll justify myself in the next life. Another interesting thing about Syndra, I don’t think she needs to eat? Again, think, it’s just a theory I have. Her being a Demi-Fae and all, made of plant matter and such.

 

She seems to care as well. Care for my well being even though we’re still relatively strangers. I haven’t told anyone about her yet. Do not be mistaken, I cannot get her off of my mind. I was making a new weapon today, just to have it in storage, maybe sell it, and I kept finding myself at a pause. Mind drifting off and thinking about her. Even now as I’m out on a walk, writing in this book, my mind drifts. I take a pause in writing to think of new words and her smile pops into my head. I really am madly in love with this woman. There are still questions, things we have to talk about if we are going to be in a relationship.

 

I hope she’ll be interesting in Sivian culture, it’s not required of her, but, it’d make life easier I suppose. It brings up a question, obviously, I want children some day. I can’t help but wonder if there’s any way to... remove? Cure? I don’t know the word for it. Basically revert her to being an ‘Ame. She’d at least be fertile then.. I may sound selfish but, hey, can’t blame a man for wanting more kids can you? The curse of infertility goes two ways, come to think of it. For the handful that sleep around, it is a blessing. I once myself called it the blessing of infertility.. How stupid I was. I have hopes for Syndra and myself. 

 

Now I only wonder, who will I tell first? Perhaps Crualyun? Myan? Surely Myan already knows she lives just a few floors above me. This entry has rambled on long enough about Syndra, though. Nothing really of note has happened today. So I guess I’ll just ramble on about my past again. Something more disturbing, I’m beginning to forget. Names, places, dates, things I’ve done. It worries me, even more then the memories I have. Not to say I wasn’t expecting this to happen, amnesia is one of the reasons I’m not insane by now. Elves normally go insane anyways around 600, or so. I think that’s happened to me much earlier then expected... Or at least started.

 

My memory is normally great, but recent years, as I mentioned, thinks have been slipping from memory. The night terrors have been getting better though. Less violent, more controllable. I suppose that is one advantage to the situation. I slept surprisingly well last night as well with Syndra. Maybe I just already forgot the dreams, but she seems to have a calming affect to her. I know I sound stupid, but, I’ve really fallen for her. And f-ck I did it again. I start talking about one thing and my brain just finds a way to associate Syndra with it. Gods have mercy on me. This woman they have blessed me with is wonderful, beyond all words.

 

This war also draws to a close, soon peace will reign the land again. I hope the nations will be prepared for that day. I myself look forward to it. War is enjoyable to a point. Once civilians start being drawn in, reasons for fighting get blurred. Innocents killed, war exhaustion exists even among the most warlike, disciplined, and enthusiastic people. I also grow sick of Sutica. Do not misunderstand, it is a nice city, but I’ve lived there for the past 60 years? Maybe more. One can only have so much Sutica before you get tired of it. I’ve considered returning to Urguan some day, though, I wonder how’d they react to my... return.

 

I got bored and got a house in Talon’s Grotto. I’m adding this now before I finish writing this edition. Clearing out a nice little place for Syndra to put her Fae. It’s got a good amount of room to it. I hope I can find some Sivians to join in living there. It was an extremely unreasonable price given it’s size. I mean that not that the price was high, but that it was low. Some 500 mina or so. I would’ve paid for for it, but, there you go. Excited to see how the Grotto grows. I’ll be leaving Sutica soon, gather up what belongs to me and then go. Pay my respects to my friends as well before I do so. These coming years will be... fun.

 OOC:

Before this, I just wanna say. Thank you everyone who made July 27^th 2020 one of the best birthdays in memory. I had a great time messing around with you guys outside, and on LOTC. The presents were just a bonus. You’re all the best friends I could ever ask for, don’t change. I hope everyone enjoyed the read, and thank you all again.

Characters mentioned,

Syndra (Ztrog)

Crualyun (WannabeWallaby)

Myan (NeoMakeFireGoBrr)

Spoiler

 

Entry 5

Spoiler

Today has been one hell of a day, that much is for sure. I recently, as recently I mean just at the start of the day, found out that my granddaughter is becoming a fire evocation mage. She is already connected to the void. This saddens me, deeply. The cycle with the energy that makes up her consciousness is broken, when she dies, the energy will go to the Void, and she will be forever dead. She claims she understands it is dangerous, but she lacks knowledge. I wish I would’ve been there earlier in her life, to stop this seed of voidal magic to be planted in her mind. I can’t help but wonder what Taliyu thinks of this right now, I don’t know much of Kaeronin religion, though, I think they frown upon voidal magic the same way Sivians do. Though I won’t do anything to stop Athri, there have been voidal magic user Sivians before they were just... thrown around a lot. Which is very entertaining.

T

Now Voidal magic is nothing new to me, Arelin used it along side the powers she gained as a Frost Witch. She was a master in the Arcane if I understand correctly. She got it in her early 20s if I remember correctly, became a Witch later. Now, that’s a funny story seeing as Siv believed that dark magics damaged the soul. I’ve been thinking about my past more and more, things that I want to remember. Draknador came up, later known as Hammerdeep it seems. I lived there among the Forest Dwarves for a time. It doesn’t have the same style or really, same anything. They got rid of the Eldar tree as well... That’s sad.

 

I should be moving forward, right? Making new memories and forgetting old ones. But, I simply cannot... Most of what happened before we came to Arcas is already a blur... Beginning of Arcas is a blur as well. These are sad days for me, I suppose. But something concerned me as well today. Archie, an Orenian child I’ve come to know well as of late has, well, hit his head a lot. He fell some 4 times in the same Elven day. He’s currently confined into a wheel chair. I was planning on teaching him some combat techniques with a new dagger I’d of given him.. Though now, that doesn’t seem possible. At least for a long long time when he heals up. If he’s lying to me, and it was more then just an accident, I’m sure someone is going to pay high hell for it. His father seems like a decent fellow, devout Cannonist, I do not like that, though, I will accept him.

 

Those are the two, primary events that made up my day I suppose. I cannot really expand on them all that much. I’m planning to take Syndra out on a date soon. Though where I wish to take her, I am not sure. I haven’t seen here today, sadly. May just sit at the top of the spire and look across the Grotto, now that, that would be romantic in my mind. I’ll get some wine and such, have a nice evening watching the sun set. I may not seem like a romantic man to many on the outside, cold husk of a younger Kariv who once was filled with a drive and a passion. I am still that same Kariv in the core, I simply do not care as much. I have a greater discipline in what I do, how I act.

 

I hope to get some new followers of the Siv soon, again, hope. Those who’d be interested in following our ways and be willing to learn. More then just willing to understand them, but actually live them is the idea. If this book truly is a messenger to Mwari, I ask her to hear my words, as once she spoke to Siv, I hope she too may also grace me with her voice. Grant me another apprentice, one that’ll take his, or her own apprentice and know the way as I have. Perhaps this is too much to pray for, Syndra may be interested in our ways. It’s not a deal breaker in our relationship if she isn’t. Myan was raised in it, it’s all she knows, she will devote to it for her entire life, I hope.

 

Talo, a bar keep in Talon’s Grotto has expressed an interest in recording the ways of the Sivians, though, I doubt he’d be interested in joining. I will teach him what I know I have decided, and he will, in all hopes record it so that some could come at a later date and pick up what I have started here. Forgive me if this journal is shorter then the rests, I lack the energy to do much at this moment. Many questions have been answered. Perhaps some day, I may die a peaceful death. Or, the preferable death in battle! I’d only hope that Syndra wouldn’t grieve me too much. I don’t plan on leaving her behind, though. I will stay glued to her as long as we both live.

 

I may write a poem...

 OOC:

Characters mentioned,

Athri Onfroi (NeoMakeFireGoBrr)

Taliyu Kaeronin (MochiIsVibing)

Archie Chester Castelo (Adrian_Games)

Holy Ser Ademar (Viggen92)

Syndra (Ztrog)

Talo Song (TrueBananaz)

 

Entry 6

Spoiler

 

I found a sliver of The Mad Poet’s journal in my wanders today. . . It is disturbing to say the least. Nothing I didn’t already know, granted, but I’m glad I found it. Better in a scrap book then lost to the Inferni.

 

I have no semblance of knowing what the date is today, it has become a blur. There is, however, one thing I know. I need to die, there is no question. I am too successful, and I will never feel truly ready, so I will force myself into dying. I have seen many things, but let me start from the beginning. I lived in a forest, like all wood elves, but my grandfather was a snow elf. He burned down the forest, and that started my path, from being a little boy, to who I am now. After the burning of the forest, I left my home, and travelled to explore the world. I ran into some bandits that took me in, and even introduced me to Ravensburg, which in turn ended me up as a guard there, and a bandit in my off days. When I tried it, I loved banditting for some reason, even though I never even killed or harmed someone. Even at one point, I deflected a fellow bandit’s attack towards an unarmed Dwarf, I remember her for many reasons, but in the end she was just another person that was on the road to where I am now. I saw her once then, where I stopped her from getting killed, again with a Ravensburg bartender, naked Kendral, and again for the last time when I dwelled in Urguan for a while, not living there but spending time with the Dwarves. Anyways, I banditted with Cursus Honorum for some time, Endyn was our leader, and I was his loyal follower. I also met some other notable people, Tak who killed himself, a great man I will never forget, Kariv Siv, who happens to be my brother, and of course, the men of Ravensburg. To this day, I am a patriot of Ravensburg, I became a jester there, and later on became The Mad Poet, poet and  jester of Ravensburg, which eventually fell. After that, I was lost, and at one point joined a circus, which taught me some of my skills in performance, and led to furthering my pacifist beliefs. I was a pacifist for a long time, but the truth is, the world is a cruel place, and will twist anyone to evil. I developed many scars from attacks, some of them voluntary, like when I volunteered to have an Olog fight me, in order to help Ravensburg not find harm. I sit here now, and think about what was the true turning point on my path, but I am unsure, although if I knew, I wouldn’t be such a fool as to write it, although surely my brother Kariv can guess. But whatever the turning point, I know for a fact who spurned my first killing. I will not say his name, as he is still alive, as I do not betray those of whom I serve. I met him and complimented his mask, and expressed wishing for a new master. This led to him having me meet him at Suitica, where he instructed me to kill someone within 3 elven days, I killed 3 in 1. This was my first experience in killing, but I was shockingly good at it. I did not take anything from them but their severed heads, I wasn’t banditting, I was assassinating. 

 

This was the true start of The Mad Poet, and shortly after I became notorious, joined a cult, and even found Kariv, who taught me many things and overall he was the most prominent in my life. I have had many names, all of which were earned, but the one of which I am most proud is Lorenlei Siv. My true name was Lorenlei Burntwood, and my oh my have I grown since then. In my life I have killed dozens now, became an accomplished silversmith, liar, and fighter. But sadly, I lost my arm, and yet still was able to kill with ease, but it made things harder for me. I have also dealt with insanity the whole way through, lost a great deal, have more regrets than anyone should have to bear, and even bare unwanted nobility, by the moon I hate nobility. Before ending today's entry, I would like to thank many people.

 

Evindal The Shepherd,

Kendral Siv,

Ryia Ashburn, later known as Yule Onfroi,

My master, the one who guided me to killing, 

Endyn Jindle,

James De Ravensburg,

The many who helped me along the way, in one way or another, 

And of course, Kariv Siv, My brother. 

 OOC:

Characters mentioned,

??????

 

Entry 7

Spoiler

I've been gifted Kariv's journal, by Kariv. I haven't bothered to read the first few entries yet, doubt I ever will. Though if you're reading this and don't know who I am, I am Chi, Chicahuac, one of the many shortened versions of my name. Kariv gave this to me, perhaps expecting me to write something profound as he claims he once did? To 'document the secrets of our order.' Please. I do not care for such trivial things. I hope he'd know that. I am one of his apprentices, next to Myan, and a few others I'm not well friends with. Though brothers and sisters none the less. My training complete in the ways of Siv, a long 5 years of secrecy and trial, Kariv let me go. He gave little hints on what he expected me to do, in fact, I doubt he honestly expects me to do anything anymore. Merely mentioned something of 'Kudzoreredza vakawa' or the restoration of the fallen. One of the older traditions of our people. I'd love to go into length but frankly I do not have the ink nor the time.

 

So, I well merely document my experiences. Return the journal to Kariv when I'm done and hope he's still around to read it. When I arrived in Sutica I was already in a bad mood, the heat it seemed was getting too me. No breeze no nothing. Just the sun and the smell of salt. I suppose that I'll need to get used to . . . I wandered around looking for this Pruinae Kariv spoke of, one of his friends, and a friend of the Sivians accordingly. Though she was no where to be found her sister and brother were. One whom I never learned the name of let me retrieve the banners so I could preform the rites. Pruinaes Brother, that is.

 

Later, I got a house. Decorated it... So on so on. I built a shrine on the bottom floor to Siv and Mwari, with the Smith's Patron added as their 3rd, wrapping the whole thing up. It sits on a stone slab which is fine enough, not exactly gold, or something as Siv had his original, but it is fine. The house put together, and the shrine put together, I think the only thing left now is to join this military of them, as Siv would have it. I have my axe, the one I had made for me. Now I simply wait for a military officer. Mika, if I remember his name correctly, told me he could assist me with that. I decided to take him up on his officer.

 

I talked to him, and I was enlisted in the guard as a trial member. After a short period of time, I was put through the trials. Quite boring to be honest, at least compared to Kariv's trials. The wits were likely the funnest part. But Mika is pure of heart, a tired man as well, who seems to love his people. He tested my steel, and I read his heart. As Siv said "To truly know someone, you must see them at their worst, and their best. To read the fire in their eyes in the midst of battle." I think that stands true, even now.

 

Later in the day, I watched some mages battle. Frankly, I was quite impressed by their prowess and control of the void. No excuse to align with the Evil, but impressive none the less. In the perfect world, these mages would have a great place on the Sivian field of battle. However the world is not perfect and Sivian mages are rare at the least. I know I haven't ever seen one. Kariv didn't speak much of magic users in general, not even the Druids. Though, I suppose the archives are open to me now I can look if I so wish. I'll write what I find next entry I think. But back to what I was writing before. Sutica is a big place lots of people and lots of things, I don't agree with them all clearly, but time will go on. Siv didn't stand idly by for his reign, I shouldn't sit and simply do nothing here. The only question is what should I do.

 

Thank you @Urara for the inspiration (basically just copied your warnings hA.. and other things... really, thanks. Any spelling mistakes, please forgive. I don’t double check as often as I should. Hopefully the ideas get communicated.)

(Another OOC Note! Click the follow button on this post, and I’ll DM you on discord whenever a new entry comes out!)

[Riftiro 127]

Beautiful

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Very enjoyable reads! Take my upvote, good sir.

[AccioRed 170]

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[TrueBananaz 46]

Write a book!

 

NO!

 

Write a movie!

 

NO!

 

Write a play!

 

NO!

 

Write a damn musical.

 

Kariv: The Musical (Coming To Broadway 2020)

[Wyrvun 1808]

17 hours ago, TrueBananaz said:

Write a book!

 

NO!

 

Write a movie!

 

NO!

 

Write a play!

 

NO!

 

Write a damn musical.

 

Kariv: The Musical (Coming To Broadway 2020)

M a y h a p s