Themtdragon

*while quickly travel the Elandriel roads at night, Tathyraen spies an interesting looking note. He stops to read it and pulls out a charcoal and quickly scribes the destroyer of worlds. He pockets the charcoal and quickly moves on his way*

Blundermore! It's been long my friend! I thought these journals were forever lost to only gather dust. It's good to know the beginning and ending of this story. This is tale of my early experiences in the order is one of my favorites. The whole thing is still as clear as day in my head as well.

+1 Darrian is a amazing member of the LotC community. He is dedicated to the server and the forum as a whole. He is most deserving of this position and I am glad I have gotten to know him.

Makias

*Looks troubled by the message*

I must see this for myself. If such a evil does exist though....

Pearls do seem to be the trend now. This story I write to you is about my experiences outside the Laurelin gates and then in the Druid grove. Again, it involves pearls that can do horrible things. I do wonder if there are pearls out there that do not cause a body harm. Well, until we can figure this out, I suggest staying away from pearls. Maybe this story shall convince you.

It was late evening and I was out on a stroll at Laurelin’s main gate. There were a few Elves milling about like always. Suddenly I see a small group of four individuals. I heard one shout threats and he goes running off threw the main gate and out onto the dark road. The other two quickly followed him and one stops on the Laurelin draw bridge to yell for help. Quickly walking up to him, I ask him what the matter is. He instantly recognizes my Druid robes; he is a Dedicant from the order. He quickly tells me that the man running away was cursed by a pearl. Seeing how things could possibly get very bad, I have dealt with a few cursed men in my short life, I say, “Let’s make haste,” and we quickly run after him. The human man up ahead, I could see, was wearing green robes. The other person that had been in the small group was a knight, I could tell by his armor. The only feature about him I could make out was that he was wearing a red plus cross on the front of his chest. The Dedicant refer to him as a Templar and I assumed it was a local guild.

We chase the man up the main rode, dodging trees and jumping rocks. For a man who had been cursed, his motor skills seemed to have improved. He took a sharp left and moved to an off road path, one that led to the more rural areas of the kingdom of Malinor. Coming to a stop in front of a large home, he cursed to himself, saying how the owner wasn’t home. This gave the Dedicant and me to catch up. What followed was a game of cat and mouse; it was almost a dance of sorts. The Dedicant would get on one side of the man; I would get on the opposite. We would then try to stop him from moving and get him to calm down. I had a stew ready, it contain a calming agent, something that would be incredibly useful at this moment. I usually gave it to people who had trouble sleeping, but I believed I could make a substitution for this moment. The man now was flailing about, foam coming from his mouth. He seemed to be arguing with himself and at one point, he radiated bright light. Of course, it’s never good for a body to glow and I feared that time was running out. Finally, after chasing him threw a cave, the Dedicant tackled the man to the ground. Giving the soup to him, it was followed by more flailing and foaming. Then, finally, he fell silent and still.

The Dedicant and I took him by his arms and legs, and carried him back to the grove. The Dedicant informed me along the way that the man was ill and was seeking help from the templar. The templar had given him the pearl and, upon entering the man’s hands, was absorbed into his body. He then went crazy from there and ran out of the Laurelin.

We attracted many stares as we entered the city, but luckily there were no guards around to question us. It was a good thing too, because the man was starting to rouse again and I feared what would happen if he was lose in the city. Taking some back streets, we made it to the grove without incident. At the gate, though, was none other than the templar himself. Permitting him to stay outside the grove, we proceeded to take the man to my room. Placing him on my bed, the Dedicant and I began to plan our next move. Suddenly, there was movement from the man; from his chest to be exact. Underneath the skin of his chest, something was moving. Horrified, I quickly drew my sword. The Dedicant, however did not have one, let alone have experience using one. Fearing the worst, I quickly grabbed a spare one from my chest and threw it to him. Taking positions on opposite side of the bed, we watched transfixed as a black hand with claws, burst from the poor soul’s chest. Not daring to look away, I braced myself as a black creature emerged from the man’s body. It was covered in black goo along with blood. It was about the size of a large bird, with pointed ears and a long face. Small spikes lined its back and two fangs showed threw its lips. Letting out an ear splitting shriek, it flung its self at the nearest wall. Managing to say attacked to the wall, it surveyed me and the Dedicant with large eyes. With lighting speed, it launched its self at the Dedicant. It knocked the Dedicant to the ground, readying its self for another strike. Knowing this was my only chance, I brought my sword across its back. The creature let out an ear splitting shriek before it exploded, sending black goo everywhere.

I helped the Dedicant to his feet, making sure he was okay before going back to the man. He was a sorry sight. Quickly, the Dedicant wrapped his wounds in some bandages. I left the room and proceeded to make a powerful healing potion that I would never be able to carry on my travels; to explosive. After letting it boil, I quickly got it into a bowl and brought it back into my bedroom. The Dedicant was busy cleaning the walls, so I helped the man drink the potion. After making sure he was asleep, I fetched the templar. Returning with him to my room, another Dedicant came in. He handed me a letter saying he had just received it at the grove’s entrance. Opening it, I found it was a letter from a Northern town. They needed my assistance right away with a wolf problem. Folding the note and tossing it on my desk, I assured myself that the Dedicant could take care of things. Giving him two stews that I made, one was for his wounds if they reopened and one was to help him sleep, I bid my farewell.

Stopping in the Kingdom of Oren, I found a spot by a fountain to check my backpack. Looking up at the sound of flapping wings, I saw raven preached on the fountain’s edge drinking. It raised its head when he became aware of me and hobbled forward, cocking his head to one side. Letting my mind reach for him, I discovered it was a Druid messenger Raven. It had a note for me. Thanking the raven, I reached forward and relieved the little bird of his letter. Unfurling the note I read;

Dear Makia;

I hope your travels are well. I just thought I would notify you that there is a lot of shouting coming from your room. I hope everything is alright. We are sending up some Druids to check it out now as I write this.

I quickly scribbled a quick rely and handed it to the next passerby who was heading to Laurelin. Continuing my travels I stopped at a road side inn. There I received a rely.

Dear Makia;

Yes, I was the two men you referred to. They were seen running out of the grove this morning.

Shaking my head in disbelief I dumped my backpack against a nearby wall and wrote this. This recounts my story, I must retire to my bed now; there is much road still to cover. I hope to leave the inn early this morning so I must be off to bed. Until next time. *Blows out Candle*

I write to you on the road to Laurelin. I have taken shelter under a tree from the rain that has now become a down pour. With my free time, I have decided to write of my experiences in Oren on one of their frozen harbors. I have decided to start this journal because I find my adventures bring me in contact with interesting people and occurrences. Now, I am a humble Elf so I am not much for introductions. So let me just start with my story.

I was walking along the pier, enjoying a bowl of warm stew, when something out on the water caught my eye. It was a small group of people seeming to have an argument. A very interesting spot I might add to have a quarrel. I have no idea how they got out there and the frozen water could be dangerous if the ice were to break. Thinking it was best to warm them and see what was going on, I approached to see that it was a group of four individual’s quarrelling over something. The group was made up of a quiet young human girl, a blind man (who was refer to as ‘Chrome’), a robed man (I shall refer to him as ‘Blundermore’ as that seems to what they were calling him), and a practically weird looking fellow who had the complex of a man, but who had the skin color of an Orc race.

Upon reaching the group, they made the suggestion that they should take Chrome to a Druid. I chuckle at the coincidence now. I spoke up and they showed me how Blundermore had a wound on the back of his leg that needed immediate attention and Chrome had a particularly nasty wound on his arm. I instantly suggested that we get them both inside, but at that moment Chrome made his way over to Blundermore, how he knew it was Blundermore I am not sure. It turned out that Blundermore had this very weird Pearl on him. I actually got a good look at it. It had a clear skin and it seemed to have grayish clouds floating around inside of it. Well Chrome demands the pearl from Blundermore, but Blundermore refuses. Chrome, furious by this, is now insanely trying to get the pearl. At one point he draws an arrow and lashes out at Blundermore; he must have very good eye-sight for a blind man. The Human/ Orc steps in and takes Chrome down on the ice. While this is happening, I am standing with the girl, who still hasn’t said anything. Of course we are now drawing a large crowd and the Human/ Orc friend mutters something about eating limbs.

Of course this isn’t quite exciting enough and it begins to rail. Knowing that the wounds are just getting worst, I quickly urge my Human/ Orc friend to get the two inside. Chrome, finally giving in, let’s the girl and I lead him to a local inn. There we rent a room and get Chrome into a bed. I give the girl a stew that should calm Chrome and heal his wounds quite nicely. Just then I hear a tapping on the window. There is a raven there, and upon opening it, I discovered a note tied to his leg. Unfurling the note, I find that my friend, Apollan, requires me back at the grove in Laurelin. Biding my farewell to the girl and the Human/ Orc, I leave the inn. The last thing I see is Blundermore examining the pearl by the candle light.

What kind of trial?

I can't wait for magic.

The problem has been resolved.

Very good tale my friend. It was very vivid and it kept me spell bound.

Indeed, I too have been having this dream with more frequently and intensity. I am with Maiavel on this.

Best wishes to you my prince. You shall expect me there!

What was this massive event that took place?

I will help with whatever you need done

Excellent princes, i'm sure to be around.

I would most gladly like to prove myself in battle.

How much are your diamonds?

quite interesting, i'll have to go and see for myself

I love this idea. It would make for some great battles. It would make for some great videos and screen shots. As for the whole age thing, I'm 15 and I take orders everyday, it'll be simple on the battle field. It doesn't take a lot of understanding to listen to the simple commands of "hold your ground" and "attack". We could use this idea for larger battles, but not for smaller ones like raids and such. Like deanofantastico said, there would need to be an announcement maybe on the forums or over the server to let people know when and where the battle would be taking place. Generals would need to be made clear, so people would know who to take orders from and who to ignore. The terms of surrender would have to be discussed before hand or on the battle field.

Excellent work!

Yes, but I don't think it is their style to completely level structures. Wouldn't they leave ruins?

Yes where is it, and how much are your gold blocks?

Nice!

It is quite alright my Prince. You can't be everywhere at once! My stay in Ravenhold was quite grand. Such a glorious city!