A Fallen Light, A New Hope

A Blackmith's Workings XVI
Stories

I don’t like magic. I have never liked magic, but something about this place makes the magic seem even more off then usual. My sword shattered hitting a tree. The path seems to shape for us and changes scenery like pages in a book, there is no natural transition in the landscape. This world really is a story book. We came across the story of snow white, magic apples and all. Which Arseni took the privilege of sampling for us. It seems that the words of the story books are law in this world. We met a saytr who seemed odd yet wasn’t threatening. The saytr led us to a blue fairy who gave us weapons that would work in this land. I don’t quite know why he choose to give the items out how he did. It seems odd for me to take the bow and Mireya to get the sword.

We came across paths that diverged. It was determined that we needed to split up and take each path. The story ended up testing my willpower with hunger and food. Which I failed. I gave into the desire that was my hunger. I put myself before the group. Everything in here is so fake yet real at the same time. If it wasn’t for Rowan I would be lost in this world forever. She was willing to sacrifice herself to save me. I need to make sure she is never in that position again, and if she is, Rowan chooses to walk away. I can only hope that the deal makers don’t know she did that.

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Lost at Night
Seeking Aaron

The days are getting colder and colder, the snow is lightly falling as the winter months are truly here. The night sky over head is illuminated by the full moon in the sky; it brightens the ground and clearly defines the dirt path. Spots on the ground are covered by clouds; everything is silent, no animals can be heard.

His boots landed on the snow, crunching both the grass and the snow, the shivers could be heard in his voice “Where..? Where is it.” Looking around; a young man cloaked in a long grey travelers cloak franticly moved towards the woods West of Baemore.

The night sky was coming quickly as the young man was getting lost, the paths forking all over. Howling of wolves could be heard in the trees; the young man draws a long sword that bares the crest of Baemore “Aaron, where did you hide yourself away to…”

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Tales of the Huntress XV
Fairytales

I have no idea what blighted date it is to be honest. I’m not even sure if any time has actually passed in the real world.

I need a quick breather I think. And writing in this journal is nothing if not a decent stress outlet. Damned old wives tales and children’s stories. Perhaps this is some divine way of telling me I was a bit too enthusiastic about them in the past. That or I just have the worst sodding luck. I really wouldn’t doubt it.

Nothing is simple here and there’s danger in the simplest of things. A night at a cottage becomes a poisoned friend and a satyr intruder. At least my foolishness didn’t cause any harm this time. I need to be more careful in the future. I shouldn’t have run off so carelessly. Speaking of mistakes.

Thank every sodding divine out there for magical fairytale cliches! Damned foolish man! What could have tempted you so much that you almost ended up as a prisoner in a mushroom garden! Perhaps this is why we’ve ended up where we are. Reckless fools the both of us. At least my brashness paid off in the end this time I guess.

I don’t even know what I was thinking. I just looked around when we were out of the pathways, and he wasn’t there. I waited like Aaron said, but he never showed and I couldn’t keep standing there while they all whispered behind me! I don’t care what any blighted sign says. Sod on any fable laws that tell me to sit back when someone I care for is in danger! I’ll rewrite any rules I wish to protect these wonderful, messed up people I’ve fallen in with. Especially this particular one.

Deals haunt me no matter what world I’m in apparently. Grotty little weed. Maybe I shouldn’t have been so hasty to accept that thing’s offer, but all I could think about was Roy stuck rotting inside a stupid story book if I walked away. After all he’d done for me, I couldn’t leave him. It was strange to accept that I was going to go through with it. I wasn’t happy about it, but I was fine with it in a way. Giving up my life for someone I love, well there are certainly worse ways to go I guess. I think knowing I wasn’t going to be leaving made certain doubts easier to own up to. Even if I wished they hadn’t had to hear it.

I was near ready to make a scene when I realized everything was okay. Thankfully Mireya came in time to keep me from making more a fool of myself than I already have. She must have heard me, to think to say such things. Her, Aaron, and Arseni heard me say those things.

If I hadn’t gotten lucky, that would have been the last thing they’d ever heard from me. Pitying to myself about my low self esteem. I don’t want that to be what I leave behind. And neither do they if the way Mireya reacted is to say anything. I’ve been so afraid of being useless and everyone coming to the same realization my family did about me, that I’ve lost sight of quite a few things. I think I can finally accept that I’ve truly found my proper place in the world. I want to go forward and finally leave all the fear and doubt behind me.

Mostly I want to return the favor of what all of them have done for me. Maybe I’m just being sentimental because of my relief. I think I’ve come to an understanding though and I’m ready to keep going.

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Courage
The Blue Fairy to Arseni

Courage is doing what is right, without having to be told.
Courage is standing up, courage is looking evil in the eye and telling them “no”.
Courage is having fear but staying strong.
Courage is facing adversity and overcoming it.
It is to know what is right, to defend those you love; can you say that you have no courage?

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A Blacksmith's Workings XV
Control

8th of Uktar

Who would want us dead? There are a few, but I am unsure who among them would send mercenaries after us. This is not like Bagoda, so for once I don’t think she is involved. It could be the Brotherhood, but I would assume they would take care of this problem themselves. Whoever it is, I will make sure that person pays for trying to kill us.

Arseni has been acting strange these last few days. Magic has been strange around him, well stranger then usual. It seems to be occurring without his control and during his sleep. The elves are saying that it has to do with the glass he carries around and a man known as The Author. In order for us to do we must go into the lands of the author. Into the stories themselves. This magic is new to me. We are headed to worlds that exist like this one. Similar to the feywild I guess.

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An Alchemist's Tale XXIX

Well, it looks like we have more enemies than we thought… and they are beginning to come after us. I should have seen this coming, we have been annoying a lot of people, and been letting them live to fester in their anger. this just brings on nothing but wanting revenge… Who did this exactly I do not know, even with out knowing the gender, which is a woman. i have ruled out a few people. mainly those that don;t need to hire mercenaries to kill us, but who?

I will quite honest with myself. the who seems to be irrelevant. It’s happening. and I am starting to think that maybe being the good guy isn’t working out… I am not trying to convince myself that killing everyone is needed. I actually loath the idea… I enjoy helping people… before all of this started happening, I would make potions to help people… but I… I can’t help but believe that maybe killing a few horrible people might save us a lot of problems in the future.

I don’t think my friends will see it that way… but maybe i need to take it upon myself to grow up and protect us… if we are making enemies and letting them live its doing nothing but hurting us… I guess the question is… how do I determine who is dangerous enough to not let live…

at any rate this is not something I will decide overnight. and probably with out discussion… but this might be something that needs to be brought up… or just done, even if the others do not agree. I will not risk anymore people hunting us down…

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Tales of the Huntress XIV
Danger at every step

Well we had a bit of a bend in the road on the way to the elves. Mercenaries decided to accept a bounty on our heads, and came close to getting mine. They started out swinging for me, so I shot back. Which I guess they weren’t too happy about. That dalcop of a man decided to single me out and had his men follow me into the water. I think I fell under and passed out at one point. Thankfully Aaron came to the rescue though.

I’ll have to see if I can help pay him back with anything. Anyhow, we’ve not escaped the danger yet. There’s still the employer somewhere out there, and all we know is that it’s a woman. I just hope this group isn’t stupid enough to try again right away.

Arsebi’s also giving us a bit to worry over. His magic has gone mad. Well more mad than normal. He made a bloody snake appear in the tent! I almost clobbered him myself for that, but it’s not his fault I suppose. I sodding hate those slimy little scale worms.

Hopefully our stay with the elves goes smoother than the trip over there.
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The Healer's DIary XXIII
Mireya's Thoughts Vol. 23

8th of Uktar

I’d never have imagined myself an outlaw, but it seems that this is the role in which I’ve been found. I can’t imagine who we could have offended this time, but I really shouldn’t be surprised — upsetting people is what we seem to do best, after all. People with power and influence, even… Mayor Balmonte, Bagoda, the Brotherhood of the Silent Lamb, and now this mystery woman as well. What is it about us that’s so threatening to those with so much at their disposal already that they feel compelled to cast us from their realms, stalk us down, send bounty hunters chasing after our heads?

We — or at least I — certainly did not set off on this path with the intention of ruining anyone’s lives, but we’ve now become an apparently major annoyance to an ever-growing host of curious figures.

As long as they do not hinder me on my quest to get my son back, in the end I suppose it’s of little consequence. Mediocre bandit wannabes like the ones we ran into can be dangerous, but are ultimately no match for us. What worries me more is when those pulling the strings begin to take us more seriously, dispatch more formidable foes to hunt us down.

I would say that Bagoda being the only person I have any interest in bringing to an end is true… until the day that I meet the person who stops me from getting at her and getting Briar back. I can’t say who my hatred would flare for more at this point, but I do know that these are the conditions of my losing all mercy.

Darling boy, are you at least safe? Are you fed, warm, and well?

Stay strong. I am coming for you.

No one will stop me.

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Trapper's Tales XXVIII
1st 8th day, Uktar - Strange Tales

1st 8th day, Uktar

Just when I think we’re done with things getting as strange as they can get, we keep finding new surprises.

Goblins came as a bit of a strange twist. Magic came as quite a bit of a strange twist. My having magic came as rather a large, strange twist. Becoming a half elf was right up there with the biggest strange twists of my life.

However, literally entering the world of fairy tales is still right up there.

When we went to the elves, it turned out that they had a way to help us. Not only was there the Watcher, who saw everything, but there was also The Author. What he wrote came to pass.

To that end, and I know this will sound silly, we’re entering a story book. I don’t know if we’ll be there when people read it in the future or not, but we do apparently need to go in. At least we’ll be safe from bounty hunters while we’re in there, I guess (I hope).

Oh yes, bounty hunters. I haven’t written about that yet.

On our way north we were found by a group of people, in no mood to talk. It turns out that we’ve got a price on our heads, and being alive doesn’t seem to be part of it. The only information we were able to glean was that it was put on us by a woman. That limits it to about half the population, which is handy. And there’s so few women out there we’ve angered…

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Farin'Dale
Welcome to Story Time

Giant fields sprawl out from the center of the small town. The grass is perfectly one shade of green and is all grown to the same height. 4 roads come out to divide the small town in four perfect sections.

Looking out each road seems to go into a set of trees almost the same distance from the town. The trees change type as sharply as night and day between what are presumably the boarders between the four countries of this strange land.

The small town is made up of dozens of houses, one story houses sit on the rim and slowly they get taller as they move into the middle of town; one story houses, two story houses and a large clock tower that sits in the center of town.

The roads are made from a white stone and each house is uniformly painted a bright colour, each with a small garden attached and beautifully grown trees; everything is uniform in its appearance and changes only in the colour of each object.

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The town is easy to navigate for the simple fact that everything is divided the same on each part of town; wooden signs that are perfectly legible hang from posts around the small town directing anyone where they would need to go.

Birds can be heard from all over, singing away and cluttering around the various patches of “park” space dedicated in the town.

It can be easily seen as uneasy; the way the town is so perfectly uniform, green and peaceful, it is almost as nothing bad has ever happened here.

The people seem happy, on the outside at least, but for those that truly look deep enough, although they act happy, there is a passion about them that is absent.

You’ve entered a strange town in a strange land and you can already tell that you’re in for something… strange.


You had met with the young girl, Aurora she introduced her self as; she directed you towards the Blue Fairy for help with the Evil Queen; you set out to find this fairy in the Enchanted Woods.

You begin to walk along a road and come to a three way fork, it is clearly indicated that along this road you are to continue “straight” as the other twines seems to spring from the road in the other directions (Almost as if they each went from left to right), there is also a small set of stones that go forward that seem to guide you along.

Following the correct path as the young and responsible adult that Mireya and Roy are, you see something strange on the ground.

A log sits before you, but it has a sign attached to it that makes it quite odd “Cut me with your might to move forward”

“Could we not just move around it?” Someone says.

“Hmm, I don’t believe so” Annalissia says as she points to the grass.

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Five stones sit in a circle on the grass, from the middle a wooden peg sticks out, a sign attached says “KEEP OFF THE GRASS!”

She follows up again, “I think it best to not test our luck in this place…” She looks concerned at the group.

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