A Fallen Light, A New Hope

Trappers Tales XXIX
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Apparently my childhood was sorely lacking, and it’s coming back to bite me.

I know I shouldn’t have stolen food, but we were hungry, and I figured what harm is some apple sauce? I’d even leave some gold to pay for it. Instead it knocked me out for a while.

Perhaps that was why I didn’t get anything but advice from the blue fairy. Mireya got a sword, Rowan didn’t get a bow and the like. I got told courage is… something. I was dozy from waking up, and not paying enough attention, apparently. Something else coming back to bite me.

At least we were given the some directions to follow. Unfortunately, we each had a separate path to take. I was told by a sign not to leave mine, and if it wasn’t for the fact we were told we couldn’t take anything out of the book with us, and anything we left behind would stay with us, I’d have been sorely tempted. As it stands I lost my blanket. There were piles of gold, jewels and other treasures just out of reach, and in trying to use my blanket to pull some closer I accidentally let it go, and it fluttered to sit on the pile.

However, that wasn’t the worst part. Caldwrath was on the path. I thought we’d destroyed him, but maybe not? Is he here as he’s part of the book, or did we not get rid of him properly? If it was just something dredged from my imagination, why now? Given everything else we’ve faced he’s been pushed back into my memory, a terrifying face amongst others.

I lost my bag of flour trying to get past him, hoping to blind him, as I dove between his legs, only to find out he wasn’t there at all. Or at least, he wasn’t able to be touched.
Insult to injury, when I walked back past my blanket there was a bag of flour on the treasure trove now, too.

I’m truly starting to hate this place.

An Alchemist's Tale XXX

This book… who created this twisted world. things that are in children’s tales should stay there! the rules are clear, and I know better than anyone what happens when you break a rule… I have learned my lesson from my younger days… at anyrate I am upset I was not able to protect everyone I know not everyone had the time… or childhood I had… and i should of known to go to the kitchen and see what was in the house… Apples… it would have obviously been snow white… but it’s not my fault Arseni did not have the same… upbringing I did. I guess that’s why I feel so guilty… and i should have watched over him better… To be honest I am glad i was able to take his place, even temporarily… I also at least know that despite my downfalls… I have not lost Mireya’s faith in me… otherwise i fear I would still be sleeping at this moment.

But on a more positive side this wand… I honestly have never felt power quite like it… I know i have started to learn arcane magic at its core… and i have memorized a few spells… but this wand makes me feel like i can cast spells even Arseni couldn’t! i don’t feel as strong as i did with my swords… but i feel this surge of power through me when i grasp it… I haven’t used it yet… and i fear i might not be able to control it… but this experience is something I am quite looking forward to!

A Blackmith's Workings XVI

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.

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…”

Tales of the Huntress XV

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.

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?

A Blacksmith's Workings XV

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.

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…

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.
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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