Journal Entry XIV: Books, nothing but a bunch of (cursing!) books.
"Get them out of here!" he yelled to one of the companions. He was not panicked, it was merely the orders of a man used to being a leader, used to giving orders and he was pretty good at it too. However the sense of urgency was undeniable. And with good reason. Obediently, I darted back into the kitchen with the others following as well and ran over to the window that we'd came in from. This house was creepy. A pile of skulls on a chest-of-drawers in the bedroom? What kind of metaphorical and/or literal skeletons were hidden in the closet? Was there something sinister? We'd sought information, but all I found in the drawer was a damn book with a bunch of funny stories inside.
Once back in the kitchen, the window to the outside was quickly opened and I climbed back outside with two others behind. Our lookout on the outside announced that men were approaching in the distance. This wasn't good. Our leader remained inside still, and his lover. They should be coming through any minute now. Hurried glances revealed the approaching men getting closer and thats when we heard the sounds of fighting coming from inside the house.
Hells! There wasn't much time.
"Are they coming?" someone asked. There was no one coming through the window. There was a struggle inside but we could not see who or what was in there with our two companions.
"We've got to do something!" We considered going back inside to see what was happening, but the approaching men were now close enough you could see sunlight glinting off of armor.
"We need a diversion!" the little one said, and we agreed. Panicked minds don't work as well. I tried to think, but my overwhelming instinct was to get the hells out of there. Momentarily we had hidden in the brush among the nearby trees. The little on suddenly darted out of the trees momentarily distracting the men.
"Help!" she exclaimed, along with something else but I was too panicked to understand the rest. A couple of the approaching men broke off from the other two and headed toward her. The other two continued their walk toward the house.
"How about your spells, got anything?" I whispered to one of my companions. She nodded and moved off. A few moments later I heard chanting and a tree next to the house house burst into flames.
Unfortunately, the men didnt all run towards the fire, one ran to the fire and the other ran toward the source they observed the flames come from, which was us among the trees and bushes. I began to chant a spell of invisibility and the man heard and ran towards me. I finished the incantation and ran, my pursuers hot on my trail.
I hoped this would help with the diversion but in truth it was time for fight or flight. We probably well could have killed them but adding a bunch of dead corpses would not help our cause. And so I ran. The others ran off in different directions. I was pursued for quite some time but finally got away. When I was able to hide and gather my senses, I looked in my pack for what I had gotten.
Dazed...
...in the dark, an ephemeral wail that escapes into the night...
in a corpse-like, haunted, nightmare inside I die...
Books, nothing but a bunch of (curses!) books. Worthless books.
The travels of Mila Pricklyfingers
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Journal Entry XV: Bandit Encounter
A few days ago the afternoon found me standing on the outskirts of Candlekeep conversing with a hin named Molly and the Candlekeep acolyte Shirtza, when a man approached and asked us for gold. I briefly wondered aloud if perhaps this man was with that fellow James who has been out collecting money for the city of Baldur’s Gate, but it turns out that he wasn’t and was in fact a bandit out demanding coin from travelers. The bandit fellow demanded 100 gold each from the three of us or else; of course the three of us refused and seeing that he was going to get nothing from us without a fight, the bandit signaled for his friends (he held up three fingers, and then five) who came running from nearby among the trees and brush. The little hin Molly thought the man was casting a spell and drew her crossbow, shooting the man and killing him instantly. We took the other bandits down easily enough but a short while later while we examined the men’s corpses, evidently there was still one who remained. He emerged from the shadows nearby, attacking us. I suffered a stab wound and little Molly was really hurt but we killed our attacker.
The acolyte Shirtza examined the bodies while I attempted to stop Molly’s bleeding; the poor little hin lay prone on the ground and I was really worried for her, but we managed to slow the bleeding. We then carried her into the Keep and encountered one of the guards who went to get the priest. The priest came to our aid, he tended to Molly while the other guard asked us a few questions about what had happened. It turns out it was another attack by the Crimson Blade(s), identified from the symbol of a red blood covered dagger found on a piece of parchment amongst the personal effects of one of the bandits. Shirtza also found clothing with the embroidery of gloved fist on it, perhaps the symbol of a Fist turncoat. Seems the hard economic times since the conclusion of the War were really taking a toll on men and women around the lands, leading to desperation to provide for their families. This was the third such bandit encounter I had seen in the past couple of weeks.
On top of it all, my pretty white dress got stained with all of that blood. How disappointing…blood stains are so hard to get out.
A few days ago the afternoon found me standing on the outskirts of Candlekeep conversing with a hin named Molly and the Candlekeep acolyte Shirtza, when a man approached and asked us for gold. I briefly wondered aloud if perhaps this man was with that fellow James who has been out collecting money for the city of Baldur’s Gate, but it turns out that he wasn’t and was in fact a bandit out demanding coin from travelers. The bandit fellow demanded 100 gold each from the three of us or else; of course the three of us refused and seeing that he was going to get nothing from us without a fight, the bandit signaled for his friends (he held up three fingers, and then five) who came running from nearby among the trees and brush. The little hin Molly thought the man was casting a spell and drew her crossbow, shooting the man and killing him instantly. We took the other bandits down easily enough but a short while later while we examined the men’s corpses, evidently there was still one who remained. He emerged from the shadows nearby, attacking us. I suffered a stab wound and little Molly was really hurt but we killed our attacker.
The acolyte Shirtza examined the bodies while I attempted to stop Molly’s bleeding; the poor little hin lay prone on the ground and I was really worried for her, but we managed to slow the bleeding. We then carried her into the Keep and encountered one of the guards who went to get the priest. The priest came to our aid, he tended to Molly while the other guard asked us a few questions about what had happened. It turns out it was another attack by the Crimson Blade(s), identified from the symbol of a red blood covered dagger found on a piece of parchment amongst the personal effects of one of the bandits. Shirtza also found clothing with the embroidery of gloved fist on it, perhaps the symbol of a Fist turncoat. Seems the hard economic times since the conclusion of the War were really taking a toll on men and women around the lands, leading to desperation to provide for their families. This was the third such bandit encounter I had seen in the past couple of weeks.
On top of it all, my pretty white dress got stained with all of that blood. How disappointing…blood stains are so hard to get out.
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Journal Entry XVI: A reconciliation, of sorts.
What a turbulent past few weeks this has been. I find it harder and harder to devote proper time to you, journal. Partly to blame for this lack of devotion is because of the events that have occurred which consume most of my time. Another reason it seems is that there are things occurring which I cannot simply bear to put ink to paper to record. Well, it has always been this way, I guess because of my fear if my journal were ever to fall into the wrong hands. But now, there is so much that I now find it hard to write anything at all.
What the future holds for me is not quite clear yet. A number of weeks ago after the incident in Ulgoth’s Beard where I was showing her what I did that time when I was teasing our druid friend, and he walked upon us and thought we were going to kiss, and we had harsh words and I was ready to tell him everything was over and move on; over the weeks we gradually talked it out and he asked for forgiveness and still wanted me in his life and as they say ‘Time heals all wounds’, and in fact a part of me wanted to remain a part of his. A friendship like ours simply does not get thrown away over a single argument, although admittedly that was a trying time and there were days where I wanted to move on.
Love is a strange thing. We envision it as this complex romanticized notion but is it really that? Maybe it just comes down to two people who like each other and like being around each other and this falling in and out of love is simply a made up idea. Or in the wrong hands, love might be a pretty word that envelopes something darker in nature, that in order to satisfy basic needs or desires they would romance someone into believing they are of substance and worthy of adulation and worship in order to establish this kind of subservient master and slave relationship. I choose to believe the mindset of the former rather than the latter.
We had a nice long talk about who we were, what we wanted, and where it all was going. Truthfully I had no preconceived notions going in, my basic idea was that there are things that I no longer wished to hide. It was time to lay it out, and if you really want to be with me you must accept and embrace who I am. And it works both ways. This is who we are, either we accept it and embrace it together or we might as well move on, remain friends, and not waste any further time with something that is simply not going to be. It went well, and I think we were both pleased to note that we wanted to continue on this journey together. Who knows where it will end up, but we might as well try to enjoy the journey there.
I hope Herran's friend Thergal is alright, he seems like a good fellow from what I have seen. And the Anu sister, it turns out that she really seems to be a sweet girl, I hope she is recovered from that incident in the woods. And my tiefling friend. What was said made me feel like...an object, I guess is the way to describe it. But I didnt mean to cause hurt with what I said. And the hin, she is unique. What she told me, it was kind of scary. But I don't fear her, we seem to get along well, I think we will be friends. And the mage, my dear friend. Please return soon. I wished you could have attended the Theater performance outside in the arena. I enjoyed spending time there with Juli and Vashani. And Herran of course. And one of my mentors, I just casually mentioned something, kind of in jest but just to gauge his reaction. Nothing may come of it, we shall see. Oh, and these mysterious letters that I keep finding in my pack, it is puzzling but yet also kind of exciting.
What a turbulent past few weeks this has been. I find it harder and harder to devote proper time to you, journal. Partly to blame for this lack of devotion is because of the events that have occurred which consume most of my time. Another reason it seems is that there are things occurring which I cannot simply bear to put ink to paper to record. Well, it has always been this way, I guess because of my fear if my journal were ever to fall into the wrong hands. But now, there is so much that I now find it hard to write anything at all.
What the future holds for me is not quite clear yet. A number of weeks ago after the incident in Ulgoth’s Beard where I was showing her what I did that time when I was teasing our druid friend, and he walked upon us and thought we were going to kiss, and we had harsh words and I was ready to tell him everything was over and move on; over the weeks we gradually talked it out and he asked for forgiveness and still wanted me in his life and as they say ‘Time heals all wounds’, and in fact a part of me wanted to remain a part of his. A friendship like ours simply does not get thrown away over a single argument, although admittedly that was a trying time and there were days where I wanted to move on.
Love is a strange thing. We envision it as this complex romanticized notion but is it really that? Maybe it just comes down to two people who like each other and like being around each other and this falling in and out of love is simply a made up idea. Or in the wrong hands, love might be a pretty word that envelopes something darker in nature, that in order to satisfy basic needs or desires they would romance someone into believing they are of substance and worthy of adulation and worship in order to establish this kind of subservient master and slave relationship. I choose to believe the mindset of the former rather than the latter.
We had a nice long talk about who we were, what we wanted, and where it all was going. Truthfully I had no preconceived notions going in, my basic idea was that there are things that I no longer wished to hide. It was time to lay it out, and if you really want to be with me you must accept and embrace who I am. And it works both ways. This is who we are, either we accept it and embrace it together or we might as well move on, remain friends, and not waste any further time with something that is simply not going to be. It went well, and I think we were both pleased to note that we wanted to continue on this journey together. Who knows where it will end up, but we might as well try to enjoy the journey there.
I hope Herran's friend Thergal is alright, he seems like a good fellow from what I have seen. And the Anu sister, it turns out that she really seems to be a sweet girl, I hope she is recovered from that incident in the woods. And my tiefling friend. What was said made me feel like...an object, I guess is the way to describe it. But I didnt mean to cause hurt with what I said. And the hin, she is unique. What she told me, it was kind of scary. But I don't fear her, we seem to get along well, I think we will be friends. And the mage, my dear friend. Please return soon. I wished you could have attended the Theater performance outside in the arena. I enjoyed spending time there with Juli and Vashani. And Herran of course. And one of my mentors, I just casually mentioned something, kind of in jest but just to gauge his reaction. Nothing may come of it, we shall see. Oh, and these mysterious letters that I keep finding in my pack, it is puzzling but yet also kind of exciting.
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Journal Entry XVII: How awkward it will be for you all when we get married.
Oh dear journal, how I have neglected you lately. I try not to write of my business affairs here, you know, privacy and all in case someone ever stole you. The other night I helped host a costume party for my brothers and sisters. I even cooked, a thing which I do not usually do not do for others. It took a good bit of work but in the end it was well worth it. Rabbit stew, bread, salad and wine were the evening's menu. The costume I chose to wear was to come dressed as my love, Herran, in light hearted humor of course. I even had a lute to play. Too bad Master Arm was not in a humorous mood that night, he took my lute after I plucked it a few times, and smashed it. I think his wig was on too tight.
There were various other characters there too, including that elf who wears colorful clothes, also a former brother and his wife, and the former director of the White Mask Theater. During the party I started regretting dressing as my love, one of my sisters took it upon herself to mock him often...not in humor either. She really doesn't like him.
Anyhow we had a nice dinner and afterwards we held a Feats of Strength arm wrestling tournament. It is funny, you know I am normally not interested in such barbaric things...but my sister who had insulted Herran so much, my first match was with her. I told her I was going to win it for my love's honor. The others all doubted that I could win, I could tell by the looks on their faces. To their surprise I pinned her arm in the first bout, however lost the second bout of the best of three. When it came to the third bout, I surprised them all and won the bout. I then proclaimed the win was for my love! Some of my other brothers and sisters had made various comments that were non-complimentary and I remarked how awkward it was going to be for them when he and I got married. That took them by surprise, you can bet. Anyways it was a fun night.
I finally ran into one of the little fellows that I had hired to write me a song when he was down on his luck and needed coin and I felt sorry for him. He came up with something beautiful, and I dedicate it to my love, Herran Hymm.
Oh dear journal, how I have neglected you lately. I try not to write of my business affairs here, you know, privacy and all in case someone ever stole you. The other night I helped host a costume party for my brothers and sisters. I even cooked, a thing which I do not usually do not do for others. It took a good bit of work but in the end it was well worth it. Rabbit stew, bread, salad and wine were the evening's menu. The costume I chose to wear was to come dressed as my love, Herran, in light hearted humor of course. I even had a lute to play. Too bad Master Arm was not in a humorous mood that night, he took my lute after I plucked it a few times, and smashed it. I think his wig was on too tight.
There were various other characters there too, including that elf who wears colorful clothes, also a former brother and his wife, and the former director of the White Mask Theater. During the party I started regretting dressing as my love, one of my sisters took it upon herself to mock him often...not in humor either. She really doesn't like him.
Anyhow we had a nice dinner and afterwards we held a Feats of Strength arm wrestling tournament. It is funny, you know I am normally not interested in such barbaric things...but my sister who had insulted Herran so much, my first match was with her. I told her I was going to win it for my love's honor. The others all doubted that I could win, I could tell by the looks on their faces. To their surprise I pinned her arm in the first bout, however lost the second bout of the best of three. When it came to the third bout, I surprised them all and won the bout. I then proclaimed the win was for my love! Some of my other brothers and sisters had made various comments that were non-complimentary and I remarked how awkward it was going to be for them when he and I got married. That took them by surprise, you can bet. Anyways it was a fun night.
I finally ran into one of the little fellows that I had hired to write me a song when he was down on his luck and needed coin and I felt sorry for him. He came up with something beautiful, and I dedicate it to my love, Herran Hymm.
In my darkest hour I pray
For a life seemed gone astray
See a flower grow
In a never ending night
Far away a colored light
I can see a rainbow rise
[Chorus]
I could believe
In the love I found so long
You're the air that I breathe
Let us dream a dream
Forever shine on
In the heaven of delight
Where love will shine a light
Let your beauty flow
Forever shine on
In the distance I behold
Existing seems so cold
I hear an angel sing
In the evening glow I seek
For a glimmering mountain's peak
Imagining I was free
[Chorus]
Like a candle in the wind
We are fragile and we suffer
From within our deepest hearts
Let the wind breeze through your hair
And let your spirit fly
Forever shine on
For a life seemed gone astray
See a flower grow
In a never ending night
Far away a colored light
I can see a rainbow rise
[Chorus]
I could believe
In the love I found so long
You're the air that I breathe
Let us dream a dream
Forever shine on
In the heaven of delight
Where love will shine a light
Let your beauty flow
Forever shine on
In the distance I behold
Existing seems so cold
I hear an angel sing
In the evening glow I seek
For a glimmering mountain's peak
Imagining I was free
[Chorus]
Like a candle in the wind
We are fragile and we suffer
From within our deepest hearts
Let the wind breeze through your hair
And let your spirit fly
Forever shine on
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Journal Entry XVIII: A picnic and a marriage proposal
What a day it turned out to be. I never expected the surprise I received, but it was wonderful. The day began with plans for a picnic on the island near Ulgoth's Beard. Herran had gotten us a boat and planned to row out to the island, and it was a peaceful day and so we did that, and Herran took us to the island. It turns out that the island was inhabited by the strange creatures that looked like a cross between a lizardman and a fish. Not unexpected I suppose to find it inhabited by something, and Herran set about running the beasts off and found us a nice spot for a picnic.
My love was well prepared for the journey, bringing food and drink, even some wine. Of course I don't drink but I still planned to have a sip for the occasion. We put a blanket down and I started to pour the wine and Herran got down on one knee in front of me. When he began speaking, it crossed my mind briefly whether he was going to propose. Because what he said had that feel of something important, as one of those talks where you are about to either get asked something important or the relationship was about to be broken off. Unfortunately I've dashed a few men's hearts before with similar talks. Then he came right out and asked me to marry him and I told him that of course I would. He is my best friend, he knows all of my secrets, he is my everything, there is no doubt. He pulled out a beautiful diamond ring: there were three lovely sapphires in the middle surrounded by three diamonds in a triangular shape, for Lliira the goddess. The pretty ring was even imbued with arcane power. It was all so wonderful.
Then there were the lovely performances that night at the White Mask Theater. Herran, Valqis, Dominic, Teu (apologies I can never remember the spelling), Nea, Kel, Shirtza, amongst others that all gave lovely performances. Poor Shirtza, I had no idea that was coming about... I want to be there for her, if she wants my support. If not, well that is up to her, but I wish my sister well.
Nevertheless it was a happy wonderful day.
What a day it turned out to be. I never expected the surprise I received, but it was wonderful. The day began with plans for a picnic on the island near Ulgoth's Beard. Herran had gotten us a boat and planned to row out to the island, and it was a peaceful day and so we did that, and Herran took us to the island. It turns out that the island was inhabited by the strange creatures that looked like a cross between a lizardman and a fish. Not unexpected I suppose to find it inhabited by something, and Herran set about running the beasts off and found us a nice spot for a picnic.
My love was well prepared for the journey, bringing food and drink, even some wine. Of course I don't drink but I still planned to have a sip for the occasion. We put a blanket down and I started to pour the wine and Herran got down on one knee in front of me. When he began speaking, it crossed my mind briefly whether he was going to propose. Because what he said had that feel of something important, as one of those talks where you are about to either get asked something important or the relationship was about to be broken off. Unfortunately I've dashed a few men's hearts before with similar talks. Then he came right out and asked me to marry him and I told him that of course I would. He is my best friend, he knows all of my secrets, he is my everything, there is no doubt. He pulled out a beautiful diamond ring: there were three lovely sapphires in the middle surrounded by three diamonds in a triangular shape, for Lliira the goddess. The pretty ring was even imbued with arcane power. It was all so wonderful.
Then there were the lovely performances that night at the White Mask Theater. Herran, Valqis, Dominic, Teu (apologies I can never remember the spelling), Nea, Kel, Shirtza, amongst others that all gave lovely performances. Poor Shirtza, I had no idea that was coming about... I want to be there for her, if she wants my support. If not, well that is up to her, but I wish my sister well.
Nevertheless it was a happy wonderful day.
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Journal Entry XIX: Time to get back to business.
*It was early morning, the sun not yet peaking over the distant mountains, when Mila awoke in her "home" in the Gate. She stirred around sleepily, pulling the pillow tightly to her, dreading to get out of bed but knowing it must be done. She glances over to the side hearing the sound of light breathing; vague, dark figures of a couple of her Sisters in their beds nearby sleeping gently. The Duchess hasn't been around in awhile, wonder if her room is up for grabs, she muses groggily and gets out of the bed. At a nearby desk, under candlelight she composes a brief letter to Daeva, then gently slips it under her pillow as Daeva sleeps the night away. She then takes a her journal to briefly compose a paragraph.*
I must remember to ask Herran about the vampires, for more details. It has been quite around here, too quiet...other than Daeva's snoring and Sil's continued plans to steal the SeaWolf. Time to get back into business, real business now that I'm starting to get over my sickness a little. Maybe some fresh blood around here and the Master Arm won't be so grumpy.
After I go see my love, of course. *she draws two small overlapping hearts, putting the initial 'M' in one and the initial 'H' in the other.*
*smiling, she closes the journal, grabs a robe and heads out of the room downstairs towards the bath.*
*And a warm bath to start the day off right, she thinks, heading into the bath area and closing the door behind her.*
*It was early morning, the sun not yet peaking over the distant mountains, when Mila awoke in her "home" in the Gate. She stirred around sleepily, pulling the pillow tightly to her, dreading to get out of bed but knowing it must be done. She glances over to the side hearing the sound of light breathing; vague, dark figures of a couple of her Sisters in their beds nearby sleeping gently. The Duchess hasn't been around in awhile, wonder if her room is up for grabs, she muses groggily and gets out of the bed. At a nearby desk, under candlelight she composes a brief letter to Daeva, then gently slips it under her pillow as Daeva sleeps the night away. She then takes a her journal to briefly compose a paragraph.*
I must remember to ask Herran about the vampires, for more details. It has been quite around here, too quiet...other than Daeva's snoring and Sil's continued plans to steal the SeaWolf. Time to get back into business, real business now that I'm starting to get over my sickness a little. Maybe some fresh blood around here and the Master Arm won't be so grumpy.
After I go see my love, of course. *she draws two small overlapping hearts, putting the initial 'M' in one and the initial 'H' in the other.*
*smiling, she closes the journal, grabs a robe and heads out of the room downstairs towards the bath.*
*And a warm bath to start the day off right, she thinks, heading into the bath area and closing the door behind her.*
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Journal Entry XX: Foray into the Woods of Sharp Teeth.
It's dark and I'm lonely. I can't wait to get back to Candlekeep tomorrow and see him! This journey has been long and not an easy one. There was a wagon on the road and I tracked it into the woods, as it turned out my hunch was right and it involved those orcs I was sent to spy on. Looks like they are working on constructing some siege equipment. Damn, getting that close was a little bit nerve wracking I must admit. I think I have enough information here though to pass along the report to Laitae and she can pass on to Guide Wendel, Thedran or whomever. I'm ready to go home and see my love. Tomorrow, tomorrow I will be back.
*underneath the journal entry a heart is drawn and the name "Herran Hymm" is written*
It's dark and I'm lonely. I can't wait to get back to Candlekeep tomorrow and see him! This journey has been long and not an easy one. There was a wagon on the road and I tracked it into the woods, as it turned out my hunch was right and it involved those orcs I was sent to spy on. Looks like they are working on constructing some siege equipment. Damn, getting that close was a little bit nerve wracking I must admit. I think I have enough information here though to pass along the report to Laitae and she can pass on to Guide Wendel, Thedran or whomever. I'm ready to go home and see my love. Tomorrow, tomorrow I will be back.
*underneath the journal entry a heart is drawn and the name "Herran Hymm" is written*
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The travels of Mila Pricklyfingers
Journal Entry XXI: And I don't know if I will pass this way again.
Journal, how I have neglected you. But, some things are best not written down, so they say. My reign as the Duchess of Shadows is over; I have stepped down and passed the proverbial torch on to a worthy Sister. Perhaps some day I will sit down and write of those events. Perhaps. Perhaps memory will fade before I take the time to write. For now, I simply want to take a break, take some time away from all the business dealings. I hope that Herran and I may soon find the time to get married as we have planned for so long.
Of course, my love and loyalty still is and forever will be tied to my friends, the Family, and to you, Herran. I will never ever forget those wondrous times we have had venturing the Sword Coast. The ups and the downs, the adventure. Through times of confusion, heated moments, and romance- thank you for being there as we shared in the journey. Know that my love for you will never fade. If you're ever lonely, simply whisper my name and know that I will be there with you, even if only in spirit.
I Am The Wind
Just like the wind,
I've always been
Drifting high up in the sky that never ends
Through thick and thin,
I always win
'Cause I would fight both life and death to save a friend
I face my destiny every day I live
And the best in me is all I have to give
Just like the sun (Just like the sun)
When my day's done
Sometimes I don't like the person I've become
Is the enemy within, or a thousand men?
Should I walk the path if my world's so dead ahead?
Is someone testing me every day I live?
Well, the best in me is all I have to give
I can pretend (I can pretend)
I am the wind (I am the wind)
And I don't know if I will pass this way again
All things must end
Goodbye, my friend
Think of me when you see the sun or feel the wind
I am the wind,
I am the sun
And one day we'll all be one
I am the wind,
I am the sun
And one day we'll all be one
I am the wind,
I am the sun
And one day we'll all be one
I am the wind,
I am the sun
One day we'll all be one...
Journal, how I have neglected you. But, some things are best not written down, so they say. My reign as the Duchess of Shadows is over; I have stepped down and passed the proverbial torch on to a worthy Sister. Perhaps some day I will sit down and write of those events. Perhaps. Perhaps memory will fade before I take the time to write. For now, I simply want to take a break, take some time away from all the business dealings. I hope that Herran and I may soon find the time to get married as we have planned for so long.
Of course, my love and loyalty still is and forever will be tied to my friends, the Family, and to you, Herran. I will never ever forget those wondrous times we have had venturing the Sword Coast. The ups and the downs, the adventure. Through times of confusion, heated moments, and romance- thank you for being there as we shared in the journey. Know that my love for you will never fade. If you're ever lonely, simply whisper my name and know that I will be there with you, even if only in spirit.
I Am The Wind
Just like the wind,
I've always been
Drifting high up in the sky that never ends
Through thick and thin,
I always win
'Cause I would fight both life and death to save a friend
I face my destiny every day I live
And the best in me is all I have to give
Just like the sun (Just like the sun)
When my day's done
Sometimes I don't like the person I've become
Is the enemy within, or a thousand men?
Should I walk the path if my world's so dead ahead?
Is someone testing me every day I live?
Well, the best in me is all I have to give
I can pretend (I can pretend)
I am the wind (I am the wind)
And I don't know if I will pass this way again
All things must end
Goodbye, my friend
Think of me when you see the sun or feel the wind
I am the wind,
I am the sun
And one day we'll all be one
I am the wind,
I am the sun
And one day we'll all be one
I am the wind,
I am the sun
And one day we'll all be one
I am the wind,
I am the sun
One day we'll all be one...