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Post by Bjorn on May 11, 2017 14:16:56 GMT -6
I have been traveling with a mishmash group of adventurer's that has made my life a lot more interesting as of late. I can say that is is a far reach from the life of a shield smithy. I have been to deaths door and back and seen things that I can't imagine anyone else seeing very often; if ever before. I has been exciting and blood pumping, even the near death experiences. It makes my blood boil like pasta. My pulse rush with excitement, what in the world could happen next, its exhilarating!!
Recipe for the week!
Bacon and Cabbage Khazad
1 lb. bacon, cut crosswise into 1/2-inch-wide strips
1 large head cabbage, quartered and thinly sliced
1 large leek, slinly sliced
3/4 cup water
2 tsp. apple cider vinegar
1/4 cup chopped fresh parsley
2-3 small green onions, finely chopped
1 tsp. celery seed
Salt and fresh-ground black pepper
3 tbsp. butter or high-quality margarine
1 1/2 cups breadcrumbs (whole wheat are best)
(IRL instructions on how to cook) Preheat oven to 375º F.
Cook bacon in heavy pot (cast-iron is wonderful!) over medium-high heat, about 10-12 minutes or until the bacon starts to brown. Add cabbage and leek and sauté another 10 minutes. Add water and vinegar; bring to a boil. Cover and turn heat down to medium; simmer about 15 minutes, till cabbage is tender. Uncover, increase heat, and boil about 10 minutes until all the liquid has evaporated--making sure to stir often. Turn heat off. Add parsley, green onions, and celery seed; mix well. Season with salt and pepper.
Transfer vegetable and bacon mixture to casserole dish or glass pie pan.
Melt butter or margarine in skillet over low heat, careful not to let it burn. Add breadcrumbs and stir about another 10 minutes, or until crisp. Sprinkle crumbs over casserole. Bake, uncovered, about 10 minutes.
Let sit for a few minutes before serving.
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Post by Bjorn on May 11, 2017 14:05:17 GMT -6
Bored with the mundane life in the Sascas Hills, I set off into the world with nothing but my father's shield and some cooking utensils. Not knowing how to use a sword if ever I came under attack the only things I had to defend myself with were my meat cleaver and a heavy iron skillet.
At first I looked a fool trying to defend myself from small groups of goblins and other vermin between my travels from one town to the next, for I was first and foremost a chef. But after awhile, I became more and more comfortable in battle, favoring my cleaver over any weapon.
I learned alot of valuable tricks and tips in cooking from traveling between different towns in the region. From Quiznos to the White Castle of Sliderton, everyone seemed to have their own unique ways of preparing the same kind of food. I took all of these things into consideration and began merging my home cooking methods with those of other towns and regions. It seemed to be a big success as everyone always praised my food and booze and I started referring to myself as Master Chef.
I came from the Sheildsmith's clan and I used to help my family with their work, but I was never as happy as I was when I was in the kitchen cooking some new food or out on my own traveling to a new town to find new adventure and ways to cook.
I usually hitch a ride with passing caravans to get to where I need to go, I offer them my skills as a cook to pay my way, or I peddle my goods with the help of my brother... he has a way with words that one...
I began teaching myself how to use a meat cleaver for more than just cooking after I came under attack a few times on the caravans I would travel with. and for good measure I got really good at hitting the buggers with my skillet as well. Can't ever be too prepared I say!
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Post by Bjorn on Feb 2, 2017 15:44:05 GMT -6
Medieval Drinks
In the Middle Ages, however, concerns over purity, medical recommendations and its low prestige of water made it less favored.
Alcoholic beverages were always preferred. They were seen as more nutritious and beneficial to digestion than water, with the invaluable bonus of being less prone to putrefaction due to the alcohol content.
Wine was consumed on a daily basis in most of France and all over the Western Mediterranean wherever grapes were cultivated. Further north it remained the preferred drink of the bourgeoisie and the nobility who could afford it, and far less common among peasants and workers. The drink of commoners in the northern parts of the continent was primarily beer or ale. Because of the difficulty of preserving this beverage for any time (especially before the introduction of hops), it was mostly consumed fresh; it was therefore cloudier and perhaps had a lower alcohol content than the typical modern equivalent.
Plain milk was not consumed by adults except the poor or sick, being reserved for the very young or elderly, and then usually as buttermilk or whey. Fresh milk was overall less common than other dairy products because of the lack of technology to keep it from spoiling.
Juices, as well as wines, of a multitude of fruits and berries had been known at least since Roman antiquity and were still consumed in the Middle Ages: pomegranate, mulberry and blackberry wines, perry, and cider which was especially popular in the north where both apples and pears were plentiful. Medieval drinks that have survived to this day include prunellé from wild plums (modern-day slivovitz), mulberry gin and blackberry wine.
Many variants of mead have been found in medieval recipes, with or without alcoholic content. However, the honey-based drink became less common as a table beverage towards the end of the period and was eventually relegated to medicinal use.
Wine
Wine was commonly drunk and was also regarded as the most prestigious and healthy choice. According to Galen's dietetics it was considered hot and dry but these qualities were moderated when wine was watered down.
Unlike water or beer, which were considered cold and moist, consumption of wine in moderation (especially red wine) was, among other things, believed to aid digestion, generate good blood and brighten the mood.
The quality of wine differed considerably according to vintage, the type of grape and more importantly, the number of grape pressings. The first pressing was made into the finest and most expensive wines which were reserved for the upper classes. The second and third pressings were subsequently of lower quality and alcohol content. Common folk usually had to settle for a cheap white or rosé from a second or even third pressing, meaning that it could be consumed in quite generous amounts without leading to heavy intoxication. For the poorest, watered-down vinegar would often be the only available choice.
Treading GrapesThe aging of high quality red wine required specialized knowledge as well as expensive storage and equipment, and resulted in an even more expensive end product. Judging from the advice given in many medieval documents on how to salvage wine that bore signs of going bad, preservation must have been a widespread problem.
Even if vinegar was a common ingredient, there was only so much of it that could be used. In the 14th century cookbook Le Viandier there are several methods for salvaging spoiling wine; making sure that the wine barrels are always topped up or adding a mixture of dried and boiled white grape seeds with the ash of dried and burnt lees of white wine were both effective bactericides, even if the chemical processes were not understood at the time.[
Spiced or mulled wine was not only popular among the affluent, but was also considered especially healthy by physicians. Wine was believed to act as a kind of vaporizer and conduit of other foodstuffs to every part of the body, and the addition of fragrant and exotic spices would make it even more wholesome. Spiced wines were usually made by mixing an ordinary (red) wine with an assortment of spices such as ginger, cardamom, pepper, grains of paradise, nutmeg, cloves and sugar. These would be contained in small bags which were either steeped in wine or had liquid poured over them to produce hypocras and claré. By the 14th century, bagged spice mixes could be bought ready-made from spice merchants.
An abbey cellarer testing his wine. Illumination from a copy of Li livres dou santé by Aldobrandino of Siena. British Library, Sloane 2435, f. 44v.
A matron demonstrates how to properly treat and conserve wine.
Mead
Mead or honey wine is an alcoholic beverage, made from honey and water via fermentation with yeast. Its alcoholic content may range from that of a mild ale to that of a strong wine. It may be still, carbonated, or sparkling; it may be dry, semi-sweet, or sweet.
Depending on local traditions and specific recipes, it may be brewed with spices, fruits, or grain mash. It may be produced by fermentation of honey with grain mash; mead may also be flavoured with hops to produce a bitter, beer-like flavour.
Mead is known from many sources of ancient history throughout Europe, Africa and Asia, although archaeological evidence of it is ambiguous.
Around AD 550, the Brythonic speaking bard Taliesin wrote the Kanu y med or "Song of Mead." The legendary drinking, feasting and boasting of warriors in the mead hall is echoed in the mead hall Dyn Eidyn (modern day Edinburgh), and in the epic poem Y Gododdin, both dated around AD 700. In the Old English epic poem Beowulf, the Danish warriors drank Honey mead. Mead was the historical beverage par excellence and commonly brewed by the Germanic tribes in Northern Europe. Later, taxation and regulations governing the ingredients of alcoholic beverages led to commercial mead becoming a more obscure beverage until recently. Some monasteries kept up the old traditions of mead-making as a by-product of beekeeping, especially in areas where grapes could not be grown.
Mead can have a wide range of flavors, depending on the source of the honey, additives (also known as "adjuncts" or "gruit"), including fruit and spices, the yeast employed during fermentation, and aging procedure. Mead can be difficult to find commercially. Some producers have marketed white wine with added honey as mead, often spelling it "meade." This is closer in style to a Hypocras. Blended varieties of mead may be known by either style represented. For instance, a mead made with cinnamon and apples may be referred to as either a cinnamon cyser or an apple metheglin.
A mead that also contains spices (such as cloves, cinnamon or nutmeg), or herbs (such as oregano, hops, or even lavender or chamomile), is called a metheglin (pronounced A mead that contains fruit (such as raspberry, blackberry or strawberry) is called a melomel which was also used as a means of food preservation, keeping summer produce for the winter. A mead that is fermented with grape juice is called a pyment.[
Mulled mead is a popular drink at Christmas time, where mead is flavoured with spices (and sometimes various fruits) and warmed, traditionally by having a hot poker plunged into it.
Some meads retain some measure of the sweetness of the original honey, and some may even be considered as dessert wines. Drier meads are also available, and some producers offer sparkling meads. There are a number of faux-meads, which are actually cheap wines with large amounts of honey added, to produce a cloyingly sweet liqueur.[citation needed]
Historically, meads were fermented by wild yeasts and bacteria residing on the skins of the fruit or within the honey itself. Wild yeasts generally provide inconsistent results, and in modern times various brewing interests have isolated the strains now in use. Certain strains have gradually become associated with certain styles of mead. Mostly, these are strains that are also used in beer or wine production. Commercial labs have developed yeast strains specifically for mead.
Mead can be distilled to a brandy or liqueur strength. A version of this called "honey jack" can be made by partly freezing a quantity of mead and pouring off the liquid without the ice crystals (a process known as freeze distillation), in the same way that applejack is made from cider.
Beer
While wine was the most common table beverage in much of Europe, this was not the case in the northern regions where grapes were not cultivated. Those who could afford it drank imported wine, but even for nobility in these areas it was common to drink beer or ale, particularly towards the end of the Middle Ages. In England, the Low Countries, northern Germany, Poland and Scandinavia, beer was consumed on a daily basis by people of all social classes and age groups. However, the heavy influence from Arab and Mediterranean culture on medical science (particularly due to the Reconquista and the influx of Arabic texts) meant that beer was often heavily disfavored.
For most medieval Europeans, it was a humble brew compared with common southern drinks and cooking ingredients, such as wine, lemons and olive oil. Even comparatively exotic products like camel's milk and gazelle meat generally received more positive attention in medical texts. Beer was just an acceptable alternative and was assigned various negative qualities. In 1256, the Sienese physician Aldobrandino described beer in the following way:
“ But from whichever it is made, whether from oats, barley or wheat, it harms the head and the stomach, it causes bad breath and ruins the teeth, it fills the stomach with bad fumes, and as a result anyone who drinks it along with wine becomes drunk quickly; but it does have the property of facilitating urination and makes one's flesh white and smooth.”
The intoxicating effect of beer was believed to last longer than that of wine, but it was also admitted that it did not create the "false thirst" associated with wine. Though less prominent than in the north, beer was consumed in northern France and the Italian mainland. Perhaps as a consequence of the Norman conquest and the travelling of nobles between France and England, one French variant described in the 14th century cookbook Le Menagier de Paris was called godale (most likely a direct borrowing from the English "good ale") and was made from barley and spelt, but without hops. In England there were also the variants poset ale, made from hot milk and cold ale, and brakot or braggot, a spiced ale prepared much like hypocras.
That hops could be used for flavoring beer had been known at least since Carolingian times, but was adopted gradually due to difficulties in establishing the appropriate proportions. Before the discovery of hops, gruit, a mix of various herbs, had been used. Gruit did not have the same preserving properties as hops, and the end result had to be consumed quickly to avoid the inevitable spoiling. Another flavoring method was to increase the alcohol content, but this was more expensive and lent the beer the undesired characteristic of being a quick and heavy intoxicant.
In the Early Middle Ages beer was primarily brewed in monasteries, and on a smaller scale in individual households. By the High Middle Ages breweries in the fledgling medieval towns of northern Germany began to take over production.
In England and the Low Countries, the per capita annual consumption was around 275–300 liters (60–66 gallons), and it was consumed with practically every meal: low alcohol-content beers for breakfast, and stronger ones later in the day. When perfected as an ingredient, hops could make beer keep for six months or more, and facilitated extensive exports.
Spirits
The ancient Greeks and Romans knew of the technique of distillation, but the technique was "lost" and it was not practiced again on a major scale in Europe until some time around the 12th century, when Arabic innovations in the field combined with water-cooled glass alembics were introduced.
Distillation was believed by medieval scholars to produce the essence of the liquid being purified, and the term aqua vitae ("water of life") was used as a generic term for all kinds of distillates.
The early use of various distillates, alcoholic or not, was varied, but it was primarily culinary or medicinal; grape syrup mixed with sugar and spices was prescribed for a variety of ailments, and rose water was used as a perfume and cooking ingredient and for hand washing. Alcoholic distillates were also occasionally used to create dazzling, fire-breathing entremets (a type of entertainment dish after a course) by soaking a piece of cotton in spirits. It would then be placed in the mouth of the stuffed, cooked and occasionally redressed animals, and lit just before presenting the creation.
Aqua vitae in its alcoholic forms was highly praised by medieval physicians. In 1309 Arnaldus of Villanova wrote that it "prolongs good health, dissipates superfluous humours, reanimates the heart and maintains youth."
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Post by Bjorn on Dec 18, 2016 3:01:02 GMT -6
After meeting this loud and boisterous group of elves and a dwarf, and also agreeing to go on a quest for combat with them after a rough start getting to know one another. I have found myself with a group of skilled fighters, at least to their own right. As a group however, they did not function very well.
On our very first encounter with battle I find myself near a dwarf and only the dwarf. I found this odd because we should have grouped up as a unit to take advantage of our small numbers. Some of the group was paired up while others were on their own. the un armored ones fell fairly quickly and were not much help while the others let themselves be over run. In Particular was the heavily armored one with a bad attitude. He did well at first but left his comrade, whom I thought he was very close with, to die. and then got knocked to the ground, getting the shit kicked out of him.
Had it not been for myself, the dwarf, and the other capabil elf I fear they would have not done so well. I could use these people to my advantage in the future, I just need to guide them in the way of combat a little to be a better unit with their fighting capabilities.
The world is a dark and bloody place where the strong rule the weak, and power is the only reward. It is often necessary to be cruel and merciless in the pursuit of ones goals, and achieving those goals can have harsh consequences. Order must be forged out of chaos and law out of anarchy. The forces of tyranny must be obeyed and dissenters must be oppressed or destroyed.
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Post by Bjorn on Dec 4, 2016 16:30:21 GMT -6
When I was young, before all the fighting broke out. My father taught me how to read and write the common language, he was also adept at surviving in the woods and taught me ways to survive in the worst of situations if I were ever to be stranded in the woods. My uncle taught me how to ride a horse in my down time, he always told me its always nicer to be able to travel under the strength of a horse, and I could go much father in a single day than by traveling on foot. We mostly spoke in Cold Tongue in the village, we used common when we would travel to other regions for goods. That carefree life ended abruptly after a horde of orcs and goblins rampaged through our village.
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Post by Bjorn on Dec 4, 2016 15:18:43 GMT -6
Some of my favorite dreams are the ones where I find myself in the The Great Coliseum. I find myself moving up the ranks while training under my lords supervision. It never ceases to amaze me how real it all is, training with legions of soldiers while I sleep and retaining everything like a sponge when I awake. Everything is so vivid and exhilarating, it makes life among the waking world boring and mundane outside the battlefield. However in some instances I find myself waking up sore and sometimes bruised if my dream was to intense. Almost as if I had actually been in battle through the night. Never the less Its always a welcomed event while I slumber.
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Post by Bjorn on Dec 4, 2016 1:21:41 GMT -6
Last heir to his family name and descendent of the people of Oeridian. He has traveled a great distance to get to Greyhawk from his homeland in Gamora in a small village called Vlekstaad. The only reason for leaving his homeland, besides the slaughter of his family at the hands of dirty orc's and goblin's was a calling from a higher power. This calling came in the form of dreams, recurring but always different. The first one was the most intense, I was plunged into the middle of a vicious battle between countless soldiers. At first glance I notice an infinite void of cubed landscapes, some larger some small all filled with forts and battle. I then noticed, off in the distance on the cube I stand on, a large being gray skinned, with six-arms bearing two large tusks jutting from its lower jaw wearing armor clad with skulls. He wielded a weapon in each hand: a spiked flail, a battle axe, a battle pick, a longsword, a mace, and a falchion. The large being was tearing through the legions with ease. I was over flowing with courage at the sight of this being easily dispatching his enemies as if they were nothing. I was beside myself with awe, suddenly taken out of my stupor by a wild swing from a mace, I fought back crushing my attacker with one fell swing. I started making my way towards the large six armed being taking out anyone who got in my way. As I near my destination time seems to slow around me, the raging battle begins to go silent and the large gray creature turns to me and changes into an athletic young male, with dark hair and light skin. He rests his hand on my shoulder and gives me a look of approval and praises me for my work on the battle field. Other dreams I have with similar beginnings almost always end with him choosing me as his champion in a brawl or praising me for my aptitude in battle. Whenever I have these dreams I always awaken feeling energized and unstoppable along with an urge to travel to somewhere where I can continue the great battle in my Idols name.
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Post by Bjorn on Oct 12, 2016 15:20:09 GMT -6
Dumbfounded at what just happened and lost as to where to go to find my destination, I return to castle X and camp out waiting for my friends to begin their journey and tag along behind them until I can find where I need to go.
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Post by Bjorn on Sept 25, 2016 19:03:05 GMT -6
"I am not sure what you are talking about... I can't even read" - I look at these men very confused - "Besides what makes you think I have anything that belongs to you?"
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Post by Bjorn on Sept 1, 2016 14:57:02 GMT -6
I am more than happy to help you out, In return I ask you help me with book that I found and in finding more about Donblass Keep.
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Post by Bjorn on Sept 1, 2016 14:34:29 GMT -6
My thoughts exactly! "Where have you been?" I asked in a worried tone.
I tried to rejoin the group only to find you no longer apart of it and this new guy "Arti" says he is running the show.
I came back with tale of a book I had found that for some reason or another I am able to read and it cured my ailments, and I feel normal once more!
I tried to tell the group of my findings and how it might be beneficial to look into this strange book and explore the possibilities but all my words fell on deaf ears and this "Arty" guy told me I was no longer wanted and everyone else just went along with it, like they were mesmerized or something.
Sorry for rambling on about that, its been irking me ever since, ...maybe you can help me with this book if they wont.
Also I am sure you are here for a better reason than listen to me rattle on, what can I help you with... maybe we can help each other!?
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Post by Bjorn on Aug 23, 2016 12:35:52 GMT -6
After leaving the party for a short time to try and find answers about my ailment and the sudden loss of my abilities, I found a book that gave me a strong notion to head to a place called Donblas Keep. I returned my adventuring party to inform them of my find and all of my words seem to fall on deaf ears. The newest member Arti, Had gotten a bad attitude with me for leaving instead of listening to my story of being healed by this strange book I found. With him ousting me from my companions, and nobody objecting to this one mans decision I have decided to follow them and make sure he was not controlling them with foul magic. I hope my friends are alright and with Aluna off on her own I can only hope she is well taken care of as I try and figure out why no one cared about my banishment from the group.
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Post by Bjorn on May 14, 2016 9:16:46 GMT -6
After witnessing a change in the other of the party after dealing with this so called god jester and the falcon-snake Lady, I feel lost... out of touch with myself, I feel as though Nature has rejected my vengeance. I need to atone for my actions and regain my inner peace. As of Late my new friends have decided to start on a new endeavor after defeating the Falcon and Jester. I on the other hand feel that I need to find answers as to why Mixel was able to produce cards that were able to destroy the weapons, and if I can reproduce this event in my own home. I cant rightly say I approve of what my friend is trying to become... a leader if pilfers and killers, I can not be apart of such thing. I care for the well being of my friend, but they have had their own agenda's from the beginning and as of right now ours no longer match.
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Post by Bjorn on Feb 27, 2016 18:51:47 GMT -6
After the Sword Rulers Attack on us and things seemingly going back to normal I came under attack by men of the keep. I am not sure why they hold so much resentment for serving the same baron I had served. Thankfully I was in the company of skilled healers or I might have met my end before my duties and rectifying the wrong that was done to me and my people. After the excitement died down, Moji and Aluna decided to acquire pets. I am not entirely sure why they wanted to do this while we are going to be traveling, it's hard enough to train pets when you are not traveling - Shrug-. I tried to help them with their pets for a couple of days before Alune decided it best to return her big cat.
I am not sure how to feel about the barons new right hand man... He seems to be dependable but I believe myself to be far more skilled and capable of the barons needs than he does. I had asked my Baron again about Donblass and he did not have much to tell me again other than some nonsense about conquest reasons.. not sure what that means. I went to the church on the outside of town and found an odd priest who did not want to answer my questions about Donblass. I returned later with the Profit Gerg, where I found out that the worshipers of Donblass are in the woods and I need to seek them out, and those who worship Donblass are those who have been unjustly treated in their lifetime. I find it odd that the sword priest would not give me more information about a god they thought to be weak.
The baron was inducting new sword rulers soldiers into his ranks one night, I refused to toast to such a terrible thing. The baron Charged me out of anger, but I was able to escape... gracefully... and unscathed. After that I grabbed my horse and gear and headed out of town for the remainder of my new friends stay. I noticed an odd figure come down the mountain side and into the town near the stable area, I was not able to make out what it was or where it went. Moji and Myself left first and were going to wait for the rest to catch up when I was attacked by a goblin.. Moji did not want to believe me even though I had the arrow of the attacker as proof, when the others arrived we decided to move on quickly. We ran into some goblins on the way and they pelted us with arrows as we tried to ignore them, because the stubborn dwarf didn't want to stop and take care of the issue. Soon after we ran past the goblins we ran into a bunch of evil, nasty looking dwarf like men,and even more goblins in the distance behind them. I am not even sure how many of them we had to fend out but it was a lot.The battle was fierce and I saw feats of magic the likes I had never seen unfold during this battle, it was a glorious sight to behold indeed. This hawk flew down awfully close to us and before I knew it I was next to a giant snake instead of a bird, we tried to fend off this creature to no avail, it was too slippery to hit.(She ended up taking the weapons from us instead of the dwarves) During the fight Alune went down and was being pelted by catapult fire, I had to do the right thing and get her out of here when we had the chance to withdraw cleanly. After the battle was finished and my party decided to have a little chat among the dead bodies as I began to finish off any goblins that might still be alive. the smell was getting a little much as the sun began to shine again.
In the end we decided to go after this snake woman and try to get the weapons back and keep her from unleashing more of her evil plan.
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Post by Bjorn on Jan 15, 2016 11:58:06 GMT -6
Soon after these rag tag travelers arrived at Stoneogre, my life as I knew it has spiraled out of peace and tranquility and into chaos. Soon after leaving the Barons court, I was commissioned with task of scouting and hunting for my new "friends". My first few hunts were lacking to say the least, but the brutish ogre made it known that he was not happy with my haul. After losing my bow to a strange man in the woods over a chicken, I was already in a grumpy mood. The ogre then proceeded to come at me with a disgruntled attitude and before I knew it everything went black. Needless to say my pride may have gotten the better of me in that situation, but I should not have to put up with such rudeness from the brother of my Lord. Soon after I awoke I found myself in the company of the same scoundrel that ruined my bow, he was spouting nonsense about something or other, I did not care much of what he had to say after being so rude about me trying to get food to appease an angry ogre. Others arrived at the scene and I was eager to surrender to them and get back to my Lord and report what had happened. Soon after returning to my home I was forced into fleeing with my so called "friends" due to the sword rulers. It is in this tunnel system where we grouped with my Lords clan, where I had to put my qualms aside with my Lords brother and assist these travelers to the best of my ability. After repelling the sword rulers and things settle with the keep, I find myself looking for a path to the truth. I leave everyone to their own accord and wisk off to my room in an attempt to commune with Donblas... to no avail it seems. I then return to the great hall to eat with my traveling companions. The next day was more lax with competitions of archery and bare knuckle boxing! I was bester by a lucky shot in the finals of the archery contest, but proved to be the best martial fighter in attendence, even though the dwarf Moji had frightening strength, I prevailed! After the excitement passed and we were summoned to the audiance hall, where we had talks of the cursed weapons and an oracle who could stop the effects of these cursed things. I offered myself up as a test subject, after being blessed by the oracle I was able to hold the sword for a time with no issues with my thoughts, after a time however... I felt as though something very bad was going to happen if I kept ahold of the dagger. I dropped it with haste, though regretting this action. I regret this action because I wanted to find out if the oracle could reverse the adverse affects of this curse after one has succumbed to it. I find myself in an odd situation now as I want to take hold of the weapon and find out for myself, but everyone in the room is against me. After a failed attempt of trying to grab the weapon again I was bound in place and almost stabbed by the only person besides the Baron, who knows why I might be doing this. As no one was interested in what reasons I might have had to do what I did, they seemed very angry with me. I barged out of the hall and into my room where I sulked and began deep contemplation. If I can't do this on my own I must find help from a higher power that could enlighten me. I pull my bow and arrow out and draw the bow back slow and firm, Face it straight up to the ceiling and pray for guidance once more.
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