Post by justaworm on Apr 21, 2015 19:37:14 GMT -6
[The journal of Ryll Kor, left within a hollow near the shores of Lake Stormunder – found by a Kellid hunter many seasons later…]
The same evening since being forcibly ejected from Runeforge,
Shezbit!
I want to write, but I am drawing blank because I am so friggin' angry right now.
Sarenrae, My Friends, I have failed you all and I sit here in the cold, bitterly weeping. You are all strong and I have confidence that you will emerge from the accursed Runeforge one day. Until then I wait ... forever if need be!
One day since being forcibly ejected from Runeforge,
Ok, I am at peace now. Despite the light chill in the air, Sarenrae warms my heart. I can only take that as a sign that my friends are well and that I should wait here.
I am giving this journal writing thing a chance. I see Epshi penning in hers every few days to her lost love Illya and I often thought that she was wasting her time. Here she is one of the most skilled arcane swordswoman in Varisia – probably Golarion – and she writes letters to her dead husband, who surely watches her exploits anyway, instead of continuing to hone her deadly craft. I see now that writing things down is probably a sort of therapy for the loss that still surely pains her each day.
I have made camp here next to the circle of runes that only days ago showed us the path to Runeforge. This once snow-covered glade here at the base of Rimeskull is now reduced to a thin mixture of snow and slush. Did this warming happen so quickly in the winter up here in these peaks, or have we truly been away from this world longer than the few days that passed for us within Runeforge? It must be the latter. I wonder how long we've been gone...
This revelation actually brings me great joy (frustration too!) as I can guess that while a day has passed out here it is likely that only mere seconds have gone by in Runeforge. Are they still locked in the deathly battle against foul lich? Since neither Gorm nor Tolgun are here with me, they must not have been affected by that abomination's spell. Surely the lich won't stand against the rest of the group for long. Soril has undoubtedly dropped his walls on it and matched it spell for spell; Lai’ki has filled it full of arrows like Mama’s pincushion; Epshi’s black blade has pierced its soulless body time and again; Gorm and Tolgun have crushed its worthless skull; and Nala has without question doused it, and the others, with his potent alchemy. I would have loved to have felt the pure holiness of my empowered sword sinking into that creature’s decrepit flesh, but instead I just wait for my friends to return and share their story of the glorious battle with me.
Praise Sarenrae! Just a short time ago I begrudgingly disembarked my ship for a few days in Sandpoint, waiting until it was time to head to Riddleport and then off to death and glory in the Battle for the Worldwound. Here I sit now, friends like no other, saviors of Sandpoint (3 times!), defenders of Magnimar, peace-bringers to the stone giants, and archeologists of Thassilon! And now, now this … possibly the only force standing in the way of Karzoug’s return to power and the return of seemingly centuries long darkness and suffering for the people of the inner sea. What’s next? Treerazor? Ha, maybe one day after the mighty Karzoug falls. He will fall, if not by our hand, then praise Sarenrae the hands of heroes being raised up behind us.
Hmm, I wonder what I else I can do to pass the time … maybe that white bastard of a dragon will return and we can feast upon dragon steak when my friends get back. What a surprise that would be for them! Oh well, this tender doe will have to do instead – well, unless I eat it all before they show up – hah!
The same evening since being forcibly ejected from Runeforge,
Shezbit!
I want to write, but I am drawing blank because I am so friggin' angry right now.
Sarenrae, My Friends, I have failed you all and I sit here in the cold, bitterly weeping. You are all strong and I have confidence that you will emerge from the accursed Runeforge one day. Until then I wait ... forever if need be!
One day since being forcibly ejected from Runeforge,
Ok, I am at peace now. Despite the light chill in the air, Sarenrae warms my heart. I can only take that as a sign that my friends are well and that I should wait here.
I am giving this journal writing thing a chance. I see Epshi penning in hers every few days to her lost love Illya and I often thought that she was wasting her time. Here she is one of the most skilled arcane swordswoman in Varisia – probably Golarion – and she writes letters to her dead husband, who surely watches her exploits anyway, instead of continuing to hone her deadly craft. I see now that writing things down is probably a sort of therapy for the loss that still surely pains her each day.
I have made camp here next to the circle of runes that only days ago showed us the path to Runeforge. This once snow-covered glade here at the base of Rimeskull is now reduced to a thin mixture of snow and slush. Did this warming happen so quickly in the winter up here in these peaks, or have we truly been away from this world longer than the few days that passed for us within Runeforge? It must be the latter. I wonder how long we've been gone...
This revelation actually brings me great joy (frustration too!) as I can guess that while a day has passed out here it is likely that only mere seconds have gone by in Runeforge. Are they still locked in the deathly battle against foul lich? Since neither Gorm nor Tolgun are here with me, they must not have been affected by that abomination's spell. Surely the lich won't stand against the rest of the group for long. Soril has undoubtedly dropped his walls on it and matched it spell for spell; Lai’ki has filled it full of arrows like Mama’s pincushion; Epshi’s black blade has pierced its soulless body time and again; Gorm and Tolgun have crushed its worthless skull; and Nala has without question doused it, and the others, with his potent alchemy. I would have loved to have felt the pure holiness of my empowered sword sinking into that creature’s decrepit flesh, but instead I just wait for my friends to return and share their story of the glorious battle with me.
Praise Sarenrae! Just a short time ago I begrudgingly disembarked my ship for a few days in Sandpoint, waiting until it was time to head to Riddleport and then off to death and glory in the Battle for the Worldwound. Here I sit now, friends like no other, saviors of Sandpoint (3 times!), defenders of Magnimar, peace-bringers to the stone giants, and archeologists of Thassilon! And now, now this … possibly the only force standing in the way of Karzoug’s return to power and the return of seemingly centuries long darkness and suffering for the people of the inner sea. What’s next? Treerazor? Ha, maybe one day after the mighty Karzoug falls. He will fall, if not by our hand, then praise Sarenrae the hands of heroes being raised up behind us.
Hmm, I wonder what I else I can do to pass the time … maybe that white bastard of a dragon will return and we can feast upon dragon steak when my friends get back. What a surprise that would be for them! Oh well, this tender doe will have to do instead – well, unless I eat it all before they show up – hah!