The Journal Of Koryeneer Sentinel

[Calodan]

*A tavern North of Baldur's gate*

The man sits in the back shrouded in shadow and the hood of his cloak. He quietly smokes upon a finely crafted wooden pipe looking somewhat like the head of a dragon with jewel insets for eyes that when he smoked it the eyes would glow much like that of a wisp in the far night light. He quietly contemplates as the tavern bustles all around him. He liked the people and the smell of salty air in the morning. The tavern food was decent being on the coast and the kegs were always fresh with sailors coming in and out of port so often. He would miss being close to mountains but all the ones around the area were infested with giants anyway. Here he could enjoy the occasional bit of quiet and good drink without too much disturbance. As he finishes his thought process he calls to the barmaid and orders another pint of ale and finishes his pipe alone that night......

[Layla0340]

(((OOC I like the imagery in the entry

[Calodan]

*A shop somewhere in Baldur's Gate*

The door creaks open and in steps a man clad in finely polished armor. His telltale chinstrap beard giving him away almost instantly to the keeper of fine jewelry. "Ahhh! Mister Sentinel what can do for you today?" With a slight chuckle Kory answers the question by taking out a fine star sapphire and some diamonds. "I wish to have these made into a fine necklace of the kind that is both sturdy and feminine to wear as a dress item can you do that for me?" The keeper of the shop looks over them for some time and then takes the jewels from the man in armor and puts them in a safe in the back. "Well I can make an item of high quality yes, but you understand that I am not an enchanter so if you need anything for useful warding it would be best to take my finished product to a person who can do as such." Koryeneer nods and tells the man he will pay when finished all he need do is let him know by correspondence what he desires for such item. then he turns suddenly and vanishes just as quickly as he came.

*some hours after the encounter at the jewel shop*

Koryeneer sits in his room going over hand movements and dictation of spells he had yet to master. The air about him seemingly charged and moving about him like a slow burning fire. He goes over and over the pages of 7th circle spells his mother had learned in her lifetime turning each tattered and burned edge page slowly taking in all he could. Suddenly in a burst of flash and light he is able to cast an energy immunity spell he had been working on! The light drawn into his body he feels more able to withstand elemental extremes of the land! Grinning he moves his hand over the candle near him holding it there as the flames lick all about his skin to no avail. He knows now in his heart that no wyrm will ever be able to harm those around him ever again.........

[Calodan]

The fresh morning air fills his senses alive with the smells of nature. The sun's first light hits his hand as he climbs the cliff face next to the waterfall coming down. He feels the warmth hit him and he reaches up for the next handhold the weight of his spear and shield strapped to his back never bothering him as he effortlessly makes the grab and pulls up hard as he lifts himself up to the pinnacle of his climb. He looks out across the valley grabbing the rope tied to his hips and begins pulling up his bag of supplies to continue on his journey down the road.

[Calodan]

Vengeance Released

A Path Reborn in Prayer

He looks out across the plague torn areas his hood pulled forward to hide his countenance. He can hear the cries and sobs as he walks solemnly through. Each sob and each cry clings to his heart and weighs at it as do the thousands of screams in his nightmares. The days grow darker as does his heart. Somewhere in the back of his mind the thunder claps......once......twice......thrice......He shivers a little and heads into the wilds to seek purpose in life.

[Calodan]

Swirls of smoke come off his pipe as he looks on through the tavern. His plate of food cold and barely touched. He contemplates his reason on the coast and sets his mind to the task for which he must complete. His revenge. The dragon must fall or he would die trying. For Hoar, for his family, for the others that met a untimely death at the hands of the wyrm. He grabs the tankard next to his plate and takes a long pull at it before throwing the appropriate copper on the table for the keep and the serving wench then strolls out through the door pulling his hood up and muttering prayers to Hoar as he leaves.