All that you will read as been written under the stars of Barsaive by my hand.
May the passions be with you, and may your sight never dim.
Torkana, Elven Archer.
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When we arrived in the village, the council decided that we have to make the cave collapse to kill the beast/Horror inside. We went and we did. The following days, my brother was delirious, aching from his wound. The following morning, he was no more in his bed. A word was written with the blood of someone on the wall of his room; "OBLIVION". My Father and I went outside to search for my lost brother. We used the Direction arrow to find him. When the arrow hit the ground, the fire arrow start to turn on itself, burning the grass. When this was finished and the arrow vanished, the grass was tainted with blood. I looked my father straight in the eyes... We went back to the village.
In the following days, I made a lot of nightmares, dreaming of the tragedy, and of an Ork Warrior fighting against multiple foes, he was losing. If only I was there, my arrows would fly all around to help him out. I continued dreaming of this Ork but in the end, I saw a great Scale. The symbol of Mynbruje I thought. I decided to go to Bartertown to find my target; a Questor of that Passion to help me resolving my dreams.Gahmil 1st 1507 TH
I'm in tears. In the past few days, a lot of villagers died or vanished mysteriously. My brother and I went investigate the surroundings for clues. We thought that if we go alone in the darkness of the forest, there will be a chance that we will be attacked by the monster. Kelenthar went alone and I followed him. We found a very special cave, dark, moist and very big, too big. The inside seemed bigger than the outside! My brother went in, then vanished from my sight. When I came in the cave, he was standing there, his eyes crying red tears of blood. Then, a terrible sound screamed in the night, I grabbed my brother, and leaved this accursed place. As I was running for the exit, the entrance was collapsing. When I was outside, I looked back at the cave. It was not collapsing, a great mouth, as big as the cave's entrance, closed the only way in with it's big teeth.
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Gahmil 12th 1507 TH
The travel was fairly easy, I stopped in Kratas only to sleep, then I resumed my trip, direction Bartertown. One day later, I was viciously attacked by two Ice Flyers. I managed to hit one with my arrow but they came to rapidly, and I had to fight in melee. After a while, I retreated, their blows were coming from all around me, tearing my flesh away. I succeeded to outrun them. A few days after, I was near The Big City when I saw an outcropping of vegetation in the shape of a Scale, I changed target to reach the bushes. There, I found four Name-Givers; Two Orks, an elven female, and a Big Troll, his horns severed.
Gahmil 17th 1507 TH
The three of them were chatting, the troll was standing by a tree. When they saw me, an Ork jumped at me biting my neck with his filthy teeth. I told him what's going on. He said that he saw me in one of his dreams, having difficulties to defend myself. Surely, it was a dream. We spoke together, the Ork that I saw in my dreams was there. We presented ourselves but this stinky Ork refused to give us his name, but he told us he was an Adept Warrior. Alana, the elf his a Woodsman, like my brother. The other Ork is a Shaman whose name is Krog and his protector, the big Troll, an Outcast Warrior named Skaerg. He his the only one in the group who has not dreamed about someone else. After our first meeting, I proposed to meet a Questor of Mynbruje to help us on our common goal; to know what is all about.
Gahmil 18th 1507 TH
We celebrated our first meeting in the local Inn/Tavern. I couldn't remember all the things that happened that night but it was fun al right. In the Night, we all had new dreams, except for the Troll. All of them was telling us to go South-East, so we were urged to find the Questor. We finally found him after an incredible waste of time. He told us that he was not the person who could help us alas. He said that a friend of his, also a Questor, will help us but he live in Urupa. So we had to do a little trip in boat to reach our target. Surprisingly, we intercepted a T'skrang River boat in direction of Urupa. We jumped in. I offered my services in the nest. We encountered some nasty Ice Flyers, easily defeated from my location. I killed two of them, one with a single arrow! So much for this day, if only the ship was faster.
Gahmil 23th 1507 TH
Urupa, a marvellous city. Not like the cavern style of Bartertown, but an open city on the shore of the Great Aras Sea. My sight was lost in the horizon, vast and mysterious. As soon as we arrived in the city, we meet with a local guide. I asked him if he wanted to show us the shortest way to the Questor's tower, giving him a couple of silver. He did his job and guided us to our destination. There, an old Dwarf was expecting us and invited us to step in. He pronounced all of our names, showing that he was true. It is there that we learned the Warrior's name; Nyshak the Ork. The Dwarf told us that the dreams was from him, but it was Mynbruje Himself who wanted that. He chose us for our variety of skills to accomplish a great deed, to find the lost Kaer of Mynbuje in the Servos Jungle! Being in such company, I ask him one question, if my brother was still alive! He answered positively. That news made my day. He's still a mystery for my eyes but now I know he's here with us, not in the Land of the Dead.
Gahmil 24th 1507 TH
We search for a boat who can drop us near the Servos Jungle to ease our trip. We've found one and I offered myself to the nest to help them with my excellent vision. The trip is long and boring up there. Some large birds draw our attention sometime but they show no real danger to the crew. On our third day of travel, we are attacked by some nasty and smelly creatures; Harpies. They throw their shit at us, trying to taunt us. It was the dirtiest combat I have ever lived. We finally arrived to the Jungle. We've walked our way through the dense jungle. We setted our camp in a little clearing where I bathed myself in a nearby pond. In my turn of night watch, we were attacked by the jungle residents; some ferocious Espagras. We managed to kill them all, I kept the hide of my prey to make an armor sometime.
Gahmil 28th 1507 TH
This march trough the foliage was endless. But, suddenly, a spear thrust itself in a tree just in front of us. we waited for another attack, our weapons ready to strike. Nothing. We continued in the same direction, another spear in the ground at my feet. I decided to run in front of me, I thought that it was the inhabitant who don't want that we discover their kaer. It was not, they were protecting us; they tried to make us walk around a pit of moving sands. I moved right in! The mysterious people was a tribe of T'skrang. After they pulled me out of the sand, they invited us to their camp. There, we explained the reason of our trip. They didn't know that a buried kaer was near but they suggest that we follow a Volus to the kaer.
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It was dark. We ventured into the kaer. It was very big, all the streets converging in a central point, like the spokes of a wheel. After a couple of minutes that seemed endless, a little being approached, it was a will'O Wisp, flashing in his bright green hue. He called himself Rizi, He said that he was created by the local Horror and all the residents was dead due the deadliest game ever played by an horror and Its creation. He was very childlike, very happy that somebody else will be playing with them in a few minutes. We talked to him, trying to know more details about the Scale and the Target. After Nyshaak tried to kill him, we convinced him to bring us to his master. He was heading to a big temple; rectangular on the first level, and circular with a dome on the second floor. We entered the Temple. The door in front of us was bearing the symbol of Mynbruje. Some inscriptions were observed on the nearby walls. It said, " 1: Give a drop of your life in your name. 2. Say what you are and what you want." These walls were painted with blood. Other inscriptions were noted on top of the door leading to the inner chamber, it was :" Your soul shall be weighted by the scale of Mynbruje.
Impatient, Rizi was telling us to open the great door, we did. We entered the great chamber. It was very high and large. A pedestal was right in the center of this circular room. On the dome was a painting of Mynbruje holding the Giant Scale suspended at the center of the dome. One of its plate was nearly touching the ground, the other touching the roof. The room was lighted by one of Mynbruje's eyes. Then we saw a little girl who was sitting on the stairs to the pedestal. Her eyes green like Rizi's hue. I shot her right on the shoulder, she barely moved from her place. Then, Nyshaak attacked, the mighty blow just scratch her, she cried. Then, a big tentacle sprung from her mouth and was aiming to Krog, just before she hit her target, Skaerg jumped in front of Krog saving his life. Skaerg was dead. We shot and killed the Horror. It melted in blood. Then I aimed at Rizi and struck him. He said that he was in the Horror's control and he flew away. I begin to execute the ritual written on the previous wall and the scale was moving to the neutral position. The others following my moves. When the last one did the ritual, it was Alana, The scale that was on top when we entered crashed to the ground, so we added the Horror's green blood to ours. It worked. Then Rizi showed up, and attacked us. After I managed to hit him with several arrows, I fell unconscious. When I woke up, Rizi was dead leaving a black pearl that I picked up. The others went to Skaerg mutilated body.
After that epic battle, the soil was shacking, we ran to the exit. We arrived at the T'skrang village and a big celebration in our honor was given. We told our stories and drank a lot to forget the atrocities we saw this day. I was lucky to find another Archer adept who taught me the secrets of the discipline, making me an archer of the second circle.
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We went to the trading post near the T'skrang river to hop onto the first ship that show itself. It was a merchant ship, we offered our service to protect the ship in case of battle and the captain (a T'skrang Boatman, accepted. Up into the nest, my usual tactical position, I saw two huge mass heading toward us. Manticores! I shot a bunch of arrows, hitting only once, but hitting hard. All the crew went hiding themselves so we were only four on the bridge. It was not long before Nyshaak fell, then Alana. I shouted to attract one of those beasts. It worked. When it was close to me, I grabbed a rope and swung to the captain's room. Hiding in the room, but shooting arrows at them. When Krog killed one of the creatures, the other escaped. I went outside and taunted him to prevent his escape. I did not want him to attack other ships. It worked so well that he turned back, smashed the door, and smashed me afterward. Again, I fell and all turned black.
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We finaly arrived to Urupa to give the Scale to the Questor Gedargas. He told us that this was a big test to know if we were worthy to be the chosen ones. He suggest that we name our group to fortify its pattern. For now, that sounds gibberish for me, maybe later I'll understand that better. For now we exchanged some goods and we are leaving for the Troll's Village where the Clan of the Fallen Behemoth resides, to give a message to a girl there. We found an airship to transport us near the dreaded Village of the Skyraiders.
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They left us not too far from a village, but it was not the good one. We asked them for the route to take but we have to bargain for that information. Finaly, we set course toward our new target when, three days later, in the foothills, we discovered a kind of city named Hayault (we learned that later). There was so many people there, that I thought I was at Bartertown in the rush hour.
I encountered a guide named Seoman that told me the story of that city and king named John the King. The first king of hayault was named Fingil and nicknamed the Bloodyking because he didn't like the elves and slaugthered all of them in the vicinity. There is a legend about a sleeping Dragon underneat the city, he killed 2 of the four kings that ruled on Hayault. John the King killed that Dragon with the mighty sword Brightnail. Now, Elias is the heir to the Throne (made of that Dragon's bones). This one have a counsellor named Pryrates, a Nethermancer. The other son of John the King is Joshua.
We decided to rest in this city for about 3 days, then we departed for our goal.
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After this long tale, we leaved this busy town to reach our target, the Clan of the Fallen Behemoth. We finaly arrived to our destination, but when we were to the gates of the village (three days later) and we pronounced the name of our fallen Friend, they laught at us en take off our weapons. I couldn't let them take my precious bow so i fought, and passed out for I was knocked down by behind.
When I woke up, two big smelly Trolls took Krog and me deep down the mountain. I was very week and unarmed, and with a big headache so I stayed calm. But my friend was putted in a giant glass cell, and pressed to link himself with a thread to a big crystal boulder. When he did, he was imprisoned in that cage, maybe for ever, like the seven other people freezed in time like Krog. The Clan Leader, Kayrang, took me to his chambers and wanted to rape me, The adrenalyn was rising, I aimed for his family jewels. Thew idea to be ripped apart by this ugly face was helping me to reach my target, and I hit so hard he let me alone, attached to the wall by solid chains. I fell asleep.
Gahmil 29th 1507 TH
We constructed a cage and captured the Volus. It was very difficult indeed. Krog cast a light spell on a rock and attached it to a wood branch to use it like a carrot in front of a donkey face. It worked. The Volus then, ignored the rock and began to dig deep down the earth. Finally, we've found the hidden Kaer.
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