“Name of the guild?” Oh fuck. The name. He didn’t think of a freaking name. Why was picking the name always the worst thing about starting something new?! Fiel stammers. He has to find something. The registrar lifts her gaze from the paperwork to stare expectantly at Fiel from above the rim of […]
When Fiel comes home, he finds the tiny hut tucked under the great deck of the Great Lodge of Hoelbrak empty, and cold. It’s unusual, and would have been extremely worrying, had he not found the note left on the bed, penned in the broad, sharp handwriting of his mother: Gone to Farrin His mother […]
A largos. A blasted largos, in the Gilded Hollow. And she targeted Cap, too. Fiel was equal parts intrigued, angry, excited and worried. The largos did not have the best reputation, but having one so close… he had to try and talk to her, for his own curiosity. But her kind did like their secrecy. […]
Those two going to the woods are mother and daughter. The mother goes singing, while the daughter sighs. “Why dost thou sigh so, my fair daughter?” “I have much ire in me, I sense my demise. I am woman by day, and by night a white doe, The hunt is after me, dark brings only […]
“Home sweet home, eh, son?” Fiel was finally putting his things down next to his bed, ready and eager to wash the stench of Orr off him. “To me, maybe. This is not your home,” he scoffed. Farrin’s features twisted in mock grief. “My only son… so eager to toss me out in the jungle, […]
She was meditating, alone between the crates and barrels in the cargo hold of the ship. Anything to distract her from the sound the water was making as it brushed the hull. It was right there, just behind a few inches of wood and metal, calling to her and her painfully dry skin. She endured. […]
“Do you hear that?” Farrin settled against the boulder he was about to climb. A few feet above him, Fiel had paused, finger in the air, his ear turned to the wind. The skaald was sweating. His legs were hurting, the pack he was carrying was straining his back, and could still smell the horrible […]
Air. No matter the cool dampness in the wind of the shore, it still felt uncomfortably warm and dry upon her skin. It was sucking the moisture out of her like a greedy vampiric void. Still, she endured. She would have endured the sun of Elona itself of it meant she would fight a decent […]
“So… this is what you do with your free time?” Farrin was standing at a respectful distance behind his son, watching. Out of cautious deference for an act he did not fully comprehend, as well as out of prim fear of being tainted by the humors that occasionally splattered over his son’s workstation. Workstation. What […]
“Father?!” Right before partaking in the rather rattling paranormal experience in Ebonhawke’s graveyard with the guild, Fiel had been informed that Farrin, his father, had popped up in the Gilded Hollow, unexpectedly, and was now wandering among its golden spires, taking in the sights. After a quick search at the communal areas upon his return, […]
“Come on, Mer! You can do it… catch!” Once again the necromancer’s arm arched over his head, and once again, the grotesque flesh abomination –stitched together from two fruit bat carcasses, the skull of a dead cat he found, and the tendons of a fleshreaver he killed in the Shiverpeaks– followed the gesture, leaping from […]
To my dearest and only son, I hope this missive find you in good health, and good fortune, both you and the little fluff ball. I have a most wonderful news for you! (Your mother insisted that I do not bother you with this, claiming it really isn’t any of your business, but how could […]
It wasn’t even meant for him at first. Just a little side project to explore the application of necromantic and soul-based energies, something to help him understand powers greater than his own. The idea later came to him when he noticed he could make it move while still having a body. He already used the […]
To whom it may concern, And by “whom” I mostly mean Magister Turlough, I quit. I would have written you a more developed letter about the hows and whys of my reasons for leaving the Priory’s dusty bosom, but in all honesty, I do not have the will nor the time for it. I will […]
This was it. One whole year in the making, and he was finally seeing the end of it. One whole year after that little bounty slip up. He’d been cocky, had underestimated his target, got caught. His staff: smashed. An ebony shaft with a mithril head with rune-carved moon crescents, and dangles of pure silver. […]
His feet sank deep, crunch, crunch, crunch, dark legs clad in dark and stained in white, disappearing in the thick white below. Norn loved the cold, this was a well known fact. Yet, this norn was wearing one extra layer of fur over his clothes, plus a long cape that dragged in the snow and […]
[The events of that journal happen between the end of Path of Fire and before the end of LW season 4] ————————————————————————————————————————————————— It twitched. Among all the things Fiel had witnessed when retrieving the arm, this was what bothered him the most: it twitched. Still. The metallic limb rested over the little research station the […]
“Hey! Put that down! THIEF! THIIIEF!!” The cry echoed through the wide antechamber, and pale faces swiveled around in one motion, locking their collective gazes upon the corner of the room. The young griffon, now the size of an adult bloodhound, was standing frozen, fluffy ears perked, eyes wide as plates, a partially chewed antique […]
Fiel woke up on the slightly-too-small seat near the bed in the infirmary, a baby griffon curled up over his lap. His neck was stiff, and so was his back, but he didn’t dare stir the sleeping bird. Nor did he dare risking the chance of waking the recovering norn. For days, had he been […]
[ NOTE: this is a direct continuation of my previous journal, Search. ] It took Fiel most of that day and the previous night to come back to the Gilded Hollow. He carried Samantha on his back at first, healing her periodically when his strength permitted. Then she was able to walk alongside him, […]
[NOTE: this is a direct follow up to @quorgi ‘s Praxis journals. Oh and @ambrosine ‘s Wolf and Raven journal, considering.] No. Just one word. “No” No, you didn’t search hard enough. No, you didn’t do all that you could. No, he is not dead. Fiel was standing squarely over the golden metallic floor, yet […]
[NOTE: this journal is a direct continuation of Splinter — Reaper posted by @quorgi, and was co-written with them.] [CW: gore and torture] The snow crunches beneath their feet. A crisp, if somewhat muted sound. It is familiar to the norn, reassuring even. Something reminiscent of home and kin. But today, it feels more like […]
“You look like you could use a hand.” He’s not trying to be mean, or making a snarky joke –for once. For once there is genuine concern in his voice. He spotted it while walking along the broken shoreline not too far from the city-state of Lion’s Arch. He thought it to be another stray […]
The first trip to Elona stung him in manners he hadn’t anticipated. It had been a fiasco, for sure. He went at it like a drunken fool, clueless, flailing in the dark and bumping into walls, barely escaping death at nearly every corner. He came back from it battered and bruised and shaken down from […]
It was a terrible idea. There he was, scribbling at his desk, locked inside his cabin in the middle of the Godslost swamp instead of being out there, pulling treasures out of the possessive grasps of some ancient demon, or discovering the ruins of some lost city in the desert. But no, there he was, […]