The Journal Of Lysle Rigger

[Archmage_Cataris 622]

*You find a book sitting on a small table in the Hallow Peach Inn at the Whispering Isles. Someone must have forgotten it, you think to yourself, you begin to have a peak at the pages within...*

Entry: #1

Date: Ahad, 8th of Malins Welcome, 1341.

Where to start? Recently i have been living in the Whispering Isles in the Hallow Peach Inn, the residents of the Isles have fled further South due to Undead marching South, even the Lord has fled for Malinor, where is our "noble" Lord when the residents who still remain need him most? he cowers and runs south, he does not stand and fight. Tis a sad fate for his friends daughter, he was to take care of her after her Fathers death, yet she remains behind. Her name is Julianna, she is only 5, a well spirited young lady whom i can see will accomplish much in life.

Just today i was arriving back from some travels of which i often partake in, when i arrived in the Isles i started to head to her house to check up on her, i am shocked to see a heavily armored man is chasing her down with a sword in hand, another small female Orc of only 5 is beside her, running for their lives as the man means to kill them, i quickly rush to the aid, i tell Julianna to run back to the house and lock up the doors, i quickly tell the man we can sort things out, just in the confusion i turn tail and run towards Julianna's house, i manage to get behind the gate and quickly shut the large wooden gate, Julianna quickly opens the door to let me in and i catch my breath. I hurridly flip open chests remove arms and armor, i strap up into the diamond armor while i have the Orc "Iza" and Julianna head downstairs into the basement and hide quickly. I push down my visor and unsheathe my blade ready for the oncoming attack, the man suddenly burst through the door, he takes a glance at my superior weaponry and armour and quickly turns tail, though before out of ear range he says he will be back, such a threat against young children will not be taken kindly. I take pursuit, though in such bulky armor it is quite difficult, i managed to catch up to him as he lost his breath, i quickly hamstring the man as he falls to the ground, he begs for mercy, such a pitiful sight, i lift up my visor, spit in the mans face and quickly swipe my blade across his cheek, blood starts to pour out of the wound. I am no murderer, i am not so barbaric as such to stoop to his level, though i would have killed the man if he had laid assault onto me, though here he is begging for his life, i leave the scene and head back home.

Once i arrive back at the Isles i see Julianna in some leather make-shift armor and a small wooden sword, heh, such the warrior she is, she quickly leads me back to her home where i meet this young Orc, apparently she is also an orphan alongside her two brothers, i offer her a place to stay within Julianna's home and her brothers may live with us, who else will look after them? I now quickly pack my things and move into Julianna's home.

~ Lysle Rigger.

Entry: #2

Date: Kamees, 19th of The Deep Cold, 1342.

Julianna, Lady Rhisereld and Lord Alethion have fled the Whispering Isles and have moved to Laurelin to hide from the Undead that march South. Tis disappointing to see the Lord run from his own people when they need him most, where will he be when they truly need him the most? He will be cowering below the Elven trees of Laurelin. The people need a real Lord, one who will stand by their side even in the darkest of nights, not one who will turn tail at sunset. Where are the heroic Lords? Where are the Heroes of old? They have passed like rain on the moutains, like wind in the meadow, the days have come down in the west, behind the hills, into shadow. How has it come to this?

*Lysle finds the old dusty journal, he always thought it a shame he never had time to update it*

To whom ever reads this,

By the time you begin reading this, my memory will be erased. I will have no recollection of my past life, all the things I have done, all my friends. I wish to be forgetten, I was born in the slums, I have known no man to be born in the slums and be worth anything of note in history. Farewell my dear friends.

Lily, Tis true, I found you quite the woman, though a man such as myself is never deserving of such a high lady. Carve yourself a name and be renown throughout history, I know you can do it. Oh, another note, do not wear such drab clothes! Such beauty should never be masked.

Julie, My Lady, it has been an honor watching you grow, it has been an honor teaching you my ways and defending you from those whom wish harm upon you. Life will bring you great success and I know your Mother and Father would be proud if they were around, and remember this, your Uncle still loves you, hes just not in the right mind at the moment.

Alethion, My Lord, it has been an honor to serve under you and help you amongst your trials of life, I wish that one day you will find peace, mayhaps we will meet in the Halls of Khali-Shi.

Ashdoune, my friend, it was truly an odd meeting for us! Accidently sending me a letter whom was addressed to a long dead friend, quite the mix up, I am sorry for the lose of your friend though many more are to be found out there in Asulon. You never delivered my tome back though I do not mind, please keep it in good shape, it was my dear friend, Roland's.

~Lysle Rigger.

*Lysle turns around on the tree stump, holding up the Golden Apple in the air, there was a sparkle in his eye, somewhat both curiosity and impatience, though he knew he would wish to savor the fruit. He slowly bit into the apple, the juice dripping down off his chin. He thought of his first meeting with Lily after his identity was found, his anger at her, though he grew to respect and love her, the memories of raising Julie though she was not his child, she was like a younger sister to him. The memory of arriving in the Whispering Isles and being greeted by the humble Lord Alethion, the memory of receiving Ashdoune's letter of which was addressed to a long dead Cataris. Suddenly, the memory faded, it seemed to run down a dark tunnel that he could not follow, his feet pursued the other way as he began to cry. A last minute of regret dawned over him, he tried to reach out, grabbing at the small thread of memories he had left, though it was little.

Suddenly he awoke, it was early afternoon, the sun was lowering on the horizon as the sky grew a great orange. "Who am I?", "Where am I?" He thought to himself worriedly. He noticed the book beside him, "curious" he thought, who is this man? He searched his pockets, he began to grow more fearful, he found a small parchment in his coat, with the simple words, I am Peter Hassel*

[Akorta 92]

((I tell Rhisereld to look after for her me and she's out drinking while Julianna is getting chased by Orcs, Great :I))

[Rhisereld 317]

(I haven't been drunk for a whole year. Cut Rhise some slack.)

[susitsu 871]

((A thief taking care of kids. Huh.))

[Taiga 764]

(( Typical Robin Hood behaviour. ))

[Alec 269]

Alethion approaches Lysle in the Isles.

Lysle, I'm sorry I wasn't there to help. I feel ashamed to say she was left unprotected... You'd make a great dad.

[steelersfan1221 300]

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