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| Aeri - Personal Journal | |
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| Tweet Topic Started: Fri Jul 30, 2004 2:24 am (469 Views) | |
| Aeri | Fri Jul 30, 2004 2:24 am Post #1 |
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This is a beautiful land, this Imythess and I have met some interesting people while here... One of them is evil... I do not know his name, but I hate him. Hate is a strange emtion... I do not like it, but this man means to destroy as much of humanity as possible and I will not by any means let him do so. I vow here that I will learn to fight and magic so that I may be able to stop him once I am strong enough. It is hard to get enough money to purchase a better weapon than my staff, though... I wish to purchase a double bladed staff. It is a beautiful weapon, with two dagger length blades at each end. I have trained with the staff for almost a year now and I believe my skills are good, but I need something a little more threatening than a walking stick. Ha ha. I have been performing on the streets in Talas for extra money. Not many people relinquish their coins, but it is not too bad. I make enough to stay at the Elfsong Inn almost every night and not once have I had to sleep on the streets. My wind magic has increased too, since I have been practicing. I now can control the gusts around me to a certain degree and I am getting better every time I try to concentrate on it. |
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| Aeri | Fri Jul 30, 2004 2:34 am Post #2 |
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I forgot to mention in my last entry, I have met a potential friend. I am very happy about this fact as I have already managed to make an enemy. Her name is Shaylee. I met her at the Black River while travelling from Cascadia. So far, Cascadia is my favorite city, even more so than Talas. |
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| Aeri | Sat Jul 31, 2004 2:05 am Post #3 |
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Today I bought a fishing pole at the Kellen market. It should help for the evenings meals. I always enjoyed fishing when my family would take a holiday in our forest home. There was a small lake nearby where my father would take me fishing. He taught me about the best kinds of fish to eat. They were always the panfish, like bluegills or pumpkin seeds. Those were happy days... I miss my family... I think I shall write them tonight by my fire. I have set up camp in some large ruins I found while on the road. Truly is a beautiful place, but a little eery. I am not sure if I'll sleep very well, tonight... |
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| Aeri | Mon Aug 2, 2004 4:59 pm Post #4 |
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My magic seems to be growing with every passing day. I can now control the winds around me with much more ease than before and I can also summon a great cloud of mist and evening lightning from the sky. So easily these powers come to me... It is as if I can hear the whispers of the wind and I can speak to the wind itself and ask it to do the things I wish... Such power has helped me from being killed in a great battle between me and Sephiroth... I did not mean to fight him so soon, but when I came into the village of Kellen again, it was burning and the damned Sephiroth was responsible for it. I let my anger get the better of me. I could not let those people die! He slaughtered them as though they were cattle and laughed over the spilled blood. If I had not been blessed by my power, I would have no hope to fight him. Other powers I have obtained is the ability to gather magical energy into a projectile that I can blast at my enemy. Never had I used such a power before on another person and do not wish to again. Yet, I am not sure if the powers I have will be enough to stop Sephiroth... I did not plan to get caught up in a power struggle between good and evil. I would rather avoid such conflicts. I have no other choice though. I will not turn my back to such slaughter that Sephiroth is spreading. I am no holy warrior... |
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| Aeri | Tue Aug 3, 2004 3:39 am Post #5 |
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My first battle with Sephiroth was difficult... I have been badly wounded. I am happy to say I have damaged him as well. We considered it a draw, I guess... But is there any real winner in such a battle between good and evil? Kellen was left in near ruins, but it will rebuild. They have in the past. I am sad for the loss of a child, murdered at Sephiroth's hand... He was young, not even ten summers... I learned his name from his parents. His name was Tristam. I grieved with them as his body was lowered into the grave... How has this happened? Why was I the one to challenge this man when no one would? I guess I am just reckless as my mother would say. I believe it is more than that but I do not want to sound too proud.... On this day, I have traded in my simple walking staff with a more formidable weapon. It emptied my pockets, but it will meet Sephiroth in melee better. He has a great sword. On each end are dagger-length blades, each one curved slightly for sweeping attacks. Can I continue as a bard now, after my battle with him? A bard is supposed to bring cheer, but how can I bring cheer when in my heart I feel grim? My songs have turned from cheerful and happy tunes to solemn ballads about the battles between good and evil and sacrafice. There has been less gold handed to me because of it. I care little for the gold, though. I also have bought a bow and some arrows. I used to practice archery and hunting back home. The bow is a beautiful thing with silver trimmed along it. |
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| Aeri | Tue Aug 3, 2004 10:54 pm Post #6 |
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I have decided to heal and take rest in Cascadia. The people of Kellen offered to take me there because I had fought Sephiroth and tried to defend them. I don't consider myself a hero, but appreciate the help. We are now on the road to Cascadia, a day's trip from Kellen. I think I will be scarred by the burn on my arms. I used them to block most of the fire away and now they are blistered and red. It'll take a couple of weeks to heal. In this time I plan on resting, practicing my flute, learning new songs from the bards and other things that do not require me to strain myself. |
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| Aeri | Fri Aug 20, 2004 1:57 am Post #7 |
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My wounds are healed at last and yet again I find myself among Sephiroth's presence. He has all but waged war upon the peaceful city of Talas. Talas is not defenseless though and will not fall to his army of undead. I have one burn scar on each of my forearms and now rage burns through me as clearly as the hate I feel for this man. Not only for the scars but for the innocence his blade has spilled upon the ground. I will not stop hunting him until he fears me as much as I do him. With each passing day, I become stronger. I am afraid of him. This fear may be my downfall, but I believe only the stupid and foolish know no fear. I am also afraid of what he has done to me. Never had my thoughts been so consumed with anger and my once-carefree heart has been tainted by hate. |
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| Aeri | Sun Sep 5, 2004 2:45 am Post #8 |
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Today something both wonderful and terrible happened. When travelling from Talas to Cascadia, there was a great, summoned storm, much like my powers of Storm Kindling. I soon learned that it was the great might of a Storm Dragon. She was slain and so were all of her nestlings save for two. I battled the killer, a dragonslayer named B'ynn al'Tor and saved two of the hatchlings. They are young, only a week old at best and handfuls. Humans (nor genasi) are not made to care for baby dragons. Yet they seem bonded to me and hate leaving my side. They are the size of large cats and twice as long with their serpentine tails. I have also acquired a unicorn stallion. His name is Rayis and while he rarely speaks to me, he has proven faithful to me. Telyn is still with me, of course, but now the mare has less work to do and has come to be my packhorse and the twins' ride. They enjoy their perch, being inquisitive little beings. I call them Cyrrus and Nymbus, named after different cloud formations. My training as a Storm Kindler is going well. Master Sargoth has proven to be a good teacher, guiding me well, although he is a little stiff and very rules-oriented. Now I am resting after my battle with B'ynn al'Tor in the Broken Strings inn. |
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| Aeri | Sun Sep 12, 2004 12:55 am Post #9 |
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A goddess is getting married to a mortal man. Veronna, goddess of swords, is marrying Ocardonydd and I have been hired to play at the celebration of the engagement. It should go well. Many people will come, I believe and Cyrrus and Nymbus will do well I think. They enjoy performing with me, sometimes singing and other times dancing. |
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| Aeri | Wed Sep 22, 2004 4:15 am Post #10 |
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It has been too long since I have written my thoughts down on paper... I've been very busy, playing in Talas again and spending some time in the Broken Strings Inn and Tavern in Cascadia. I've found some time to talk to some other bards and learn more music and new songs for my performances. I am very tired at the moment, but I will force myself to give a complete update before going to sleep. The twins and I get along famously. They never seem to get enough music and their curiousness of everything in the world fills me with wonder as I watch them be amazed at everday, small things. It makes me appreciate the world I live within. Lately, though, ever since the Twins came to me, I've been having odd dreams. I don't know what they mean, but they are all very vivid and when I wake up I still think I am in that dream-reality.... In my dreams I am flying. I have leathery dragon's wings and then I realize I am a dragon. I am a dragon fleeing. I know someone is after me, but I don't know who. It is not Sephiroth. I would never flee from him. But he is my only named enemy here on Imythess. Who else do I fear? I fear many things, but not too many people. Maybe I am being chased by some nightmarish creature? ...No... I can tell they are human, or at least humanoid. Flight, though in my dreams is exhilerating. I feel a freedom in those strangely colored skies than I never could experience on the ground, tied to the earth. I have heard of wing implants that could allow me to fly, but grafting wings to my shoulders is nothing to be taken lightly and I have heard of those who had died in the process. Yet, it may be worth the ability to leave the earth below... |
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| Aeri | Sat Oct 2, 2004 1:11 am Post #11 |
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Still I am plagued by nightmares. I don't know what has spawned them, but they become worse every time I sleep. It is getting to the point where I dread rest and what nightmares my dreams hold. In many of them I feel horrible pain shooting through my body, which is not the one I know. The dragonlings grow every day. They are the size of medium sized dogs and no longer can ride on my shoulders, they are so large. They still ride Telyn, though and perform with me almost nightly. Their voices are beautiful, like flutes, almost, only deeper. It compliments my own flute and harp equally well. Nymbus is working on flight. Cyrrus, the quieter of the two, still doesn't try to fly, her wing still not quite healed. |
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