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Post by Joshua on Mar 30, 2018 0:25:04 GMT -6
So long I've been walk'n th' great road, I'd thought I'd seen it all! Many doz'ns a'races I'd only heard'a in tales! Adven'urers and th' like liv'n out lives I coul'nt imagine! I should'a been worried out'a my wits s'far away from e'rything I e'r knew, and yet th' whole way I've fear'd for naught. Yet now I see it, the free ci'y o' Greyhawk, and I'm ter'fied.
An' excited.
This's what I've tra'lled all this way for. Righ' here: a ci'y so big it 'as to hold th' answers. Surely s'got the teach'ns o' Yondalla squir'led 'bout somewhere! Jus' got'a find 'em!
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Th' walk t' Greyhawk seem'd t' take fore'er. It look'd miles away, but miles I walk'd, and miles away it'd still seem. It onl' grew bigger 'n more impos'n. An' smellier, too! Naught like farms 'r mines, but 'n ugly smell 'o waste. Wa'nt sure where 't start when I fina'ly made 't, an' by then it was grow'n dark. I seek'd out shel'er in this unfamil'r lan,' an' Yondalla's bless'n: I foun' more'n that!
I wandered in't some upscale bar'n there there was a priest. A real one, he was! No' like me, he was this gran' elf in fine ves'ments, and I 'ould see he was learn'd in th' way o' his gods! I tried to learn someth'n or another from 'em, but I wasn't e'en sure wha' t' ask! I coul'nt hardly announce "I'm a pries' of Yondalla! What are her teach'ns, anyhow?"
Well, as soon as we got done wi' intr'duct'ns, these two men start gett'n heated. I try to talk em down, but they follow eacho'er off int' an alleyway an' one comes bac' bloodied like nobo'ies business! I heal'd em up as best I coul', an' nex' thin' I know I'm join'n 'em on an advent're! Danger in the Domain!
I know I shoul' be seekin' out her teach'ns, but Yondalla woul'nt leave peo'le in danger, woul' she? If I'm t' be her priest I got'a do what's righ'! If these adven'urers can get me there, I know I can 'eal th' survi'ers of this tra'edy!
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Post by Joshua on Apr 18, 2018 17:14:20 GMT -6
---3rd Entry---
We set out yes'erday morn' from Greyhawk. It was th' coldes', drearies' day I've seen since leavin' Bondon. I've 'eard it said that such weather is a bad omen of a cursed trip. Perhaps it was, but I can't help but feel a sense a' purpose. Yondalla guided me from my dale, guarded me throu' th' pass, and plant'd me among the mightiest ilk I've e're seen. She has a plan for me. I can feel it, an' I pray I follow it, true.
Mærse, Yondalla,
That firs' was cold but pleasant travel. We rode sun up t' sundown, but Rynwæ rode well and Eioin'a guards sang someth'n beautiful th' whole way.
The secon' day, howe're, was far more miserab'l. We were in bandit woods. Though -mærse- we saw noth'n, we spent the whole way silent and jumpy.
The nights thou', they were nice. I busied myself with tend'n th' horse an' th' men. It felt good to be 'o service t' th' party. I felt a sense a' belong'n like I 'aven't felt in a while. And Eioin surprised me again! He called upon his god an' summoned up a fire, food, and water. I wonder if Yondalla coul' do the same throu' me? I won't lie; I'm glad I didn' have t' try.
Eioin told me also o' his home. The Emerald Forest. The holy tree. He say'd it were a great tree hold'n up a great city! It sounds amazin', but most of all it sounds like where I need t' go! They 'ave a great library full of religious tomes and histories? Could it hold your histories, Yondalla? Could it hold Bondon's? I can only hope!
I also spoke with Dervs, Eioin's cook! He was a kind man, an' a wise one too! He told me more o' th' Holy Tree, and he also told me about battle. I hadn't wanted t' think about that one, but sooner or later I'll 'ave to. Dervs told me, should someth'n happen, to hide in the cart. I have a feel'n he speaks true.
(I've been procrastinating so much. I'll do part 4 later.)
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Post by Joshua on Apr 19, 2018 7:05:43 GMT -6
---4th Entry---
I still aren't sure what 'appened. It all 'appened so quick. Out of the fog came a beast like noth'n I'd e'er seen. It roared and charged at the caravan with an unnatural anger. Lucien set a spear t' stop th' thing's charge and several of Eioin's men went to meet it in bat'le, but th' beast were cutt'n throu' quick.
I prayed for Eioin's men, and then I ran to cover. I hid behind the wagon like Dervs said, and I watched the horses scat'er. It was chaos, all o' it. E'eryth'n move'n. E'eryone fight'n. I tried t' help but my hands shook so bad I coul' hardly loose an arrow.
And sud'enly a bolt of lighten'n struck th' monster. I tried to find where it came from, an' ano'er came from behind th' cart. I couldn't see 'em at th' time, but I'm to understand that was Eioin. Or perhaps Corellon Larethian throu' Eioin? That power was somethin' frighten'n indeed, but we needed it. When th' second bolt struck it, th' beast fell.
It all happened in seconds, and in a pile of blood and mess the beast, Lucien, and one of Eioin's guards all lie mangled. Eioin took to his guard, and I rushed to Lucien. I prayed for him, and Mærse, Yondalla, ye' healed him through me. Eioin prayed someth'n fierce as well, and e'en ten feet away I coul' feel Corellon deliver'n, but that guard's injuries were far more severe. We escorted him t' the cart, and I took to bandag'n his wounds. Between him an' Lucien, I've worked throu' near half my suture now, and the only thing left I can do for him is pray.
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Post by Eioin Boughsinger on Apr 19, 2018 20:50:46 GMT -6
"Those who seek to live in accordance with the way of the Provider will be blessed with a cornucopia of riches."
"Seek peace and comfort, for a life lived with both is true wealth."
"Although violence should never be welcomed, the Protector's aegis will extend to those willing to fiercely defend their home and community."
"Lead through example, and know the activities of those you lead so that you can help shoulder their burdens when need be."
"Treasure your family, for your parents gave you life and your children are your future."
"Care for the aged and the weak, for you never know when you may be one of the strong laid low."
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Post by Joshua on Apr 20, 2018 12:50:19 GMT -6
---Entry 5---
Th' beast's attack seemed t' happen so quickly, but th' time since has gone so slow. Eioin and Lucien took t' hack'n it's corpse t' pieces, while th' rest o' us watched. I don't think any o' us had ever seen th' like. They gath'red it's head an' claws, an' off we went, the pieces gathered in the back 'a th' wagon. I know why we need them, but by Yondalla, someth'n 'bout it don't feel right.
Once we got move'n, it weren't long 'til we reached a town. Lucien knew o' it, I hear. He gave us someth'n of a tour before we took to settle'n in th' horses. This 'as been a job I've grown fond of. While I was tending to them, Eioin and Lucien set off to a church where Lucien once worship'd. No' long after they returned with a priest. Not one like Eioin an' I, /just/ a priest.
Pardon me tha' one. I know there's no such thing as just a priest. It's not like I were th' only one with misgiv'ns. He could hardly imagine me as but a child. I'll have t' pardon 'im too. Farther from Bondon I walk, th' more an oddity I am. I can hardly blame him for tha', can I?
He le' us sleep in his church. I' was devo'ed to th' god Tritherion. Unlike th' worship of Correllon, it seems Tritherion is worship'd in a far less formal way. Or, at least tha's how Lucien seem'd t' do it. The priest also had a signet ring. It carried the symbol of Tritherion, these looping symbols. Unlike the others, though, this one was differen'. It carried somethin' I'd seen before. An extra mark's I think I'd seen in the ruined church of Yondalla? Could this symbol be a link between Tritherion an' what brough' th' Hin t' th' dale? Unfortunately, the priests hadn't a clue, and th' churches text's had been ruined with water damage.
It hurts t' find a clue and know not where it leads, but a clue is a clue. T'night I'll get a good rest, and tomorrow I'll keep search'n. One o' these t'morrows I'll surely find someth'n!
Mærse, Yondalla
(Sorry I'm breaking these up into two journal entries. It makes more sense that way, and I can hone in on important details.)
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Post by Joshua on May 3, 2018 14:13:15 GMT -6
--Entry 6--
Ye' must forgive me journal. I've been lax in write'n in ye' these last few days. Belie'e it or naught, a lot has happen'd in three days. When last I wrote, I was under th' roof of a church in Lit'le Stream. Now I am beneath th' deck o' a ship in a place with two suns. Far as I 'an tell, this place is no' part of ours. A place full o' man-made islands, fish-people, and -far as I 'an tell- endless ocean.
Now I cer'ainly have someth'n t' tell ye', huh? When we left Lit'le Spring, we were warned o' a lake tha' came from nowhere, an' from it spawned people evil and cannabalistic. When we left, it didn't take long t' find it. When Lucien went t' search th' shore, a host o' undead rose from th' shore an' attacked him.
When they were attack'n him, I felt someth'n. I reached out to th' trees and roots at the shore, and by Yondalla's will they answered me. Twist'n a tangle'n, they grabbed th' cursed things, 'n the pulled them off'a Lucien. Then Eioin stepped up t' them, prayed, an' burned them t' death with a holy light!
I am not like Eioin. I am no' as powerful, but in only days I've felt a closer connection to Yondalla then I e'er have. I've felt more o' her power an' more o' her grace.
Up 'til now, e'erythin' seemed t' move a pleasant pace, but then it moved so fast. Out o' th' lake, a frozen blue woman rose. She approached us, tried t' speak, and could not. She walked right back to th' water and left behind a large feather. Eioin and Aluna prayed o'er th' feather, and disappeared. When they returned, they did so from nothin', riding a boat on th' lake. And then another boat came, and demanded t' speak.
They told us Eioin was needed elsewhere. Far away. And that we could come as well. I should have probably said no, but someth'n told me o'herwise. I've learned so much followin' this group. Grown so much. I can't part with 'em yet.
I boarded a boat in a landlocked lake, and now I'm on a endless sea in a place full o' wonder and worry. Did I make the right choice? What can I learn from this place? Will I get home?
(I'm not happy with this journal, but egh. At this point I have to post something)
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