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Re: Marcus Arnham, warrior of Tempus
Posted: Wed Dec 15, 2010 5:48 am
by Mausman
Seeds of doubt... lethal for friendships. Cunning tools to divide and conquer for another...
I spoke with Gareut, encouraging him to tell me -exactly- what had happened. He explained he indeed was holding a rope and that Randy and him made some rather crude and harsh jokes from their side. I understand however, that jokes regarding the subject of accusement are not interpretated as "joke". And that the way of the point ears is as such "If you do not act against it, you are guilty all the same"
The amount of rudeness I had to endure from that male elf was ridiculous. The frail, still gravely injured person kept on rambling and bantering to me like some...feral, wounded pup. Had I given him but one shove into that small fire, his life would have been snuffed out as swiftly as I had asked Tempus to grant him -if- he was worthy. Why Tempus found this one worthy, I still wonder. Later I was told by giving his description, this one is named Thyresen or something like that...I shall keep an eye open for him and his behaviour. Even if he claims he "jests" he's nothing but an arse in my eyes and proves nothing else than my assumptions about that group are correct.
The female claimed that both Randy and Gareut indeed attempted to rob her of her honor. And while I noticed a degree of pain in her ways that planted the exact seed of doubt within me, I now see it in perspective.
Even IF the humor displayed is out of line for most folk, this entire matter is being blown out of proportion. I believe it to be so that this woman had tried to...push Gareut with comments. I also heard witnesses claiming she indeed was making comments towards him outside Feldepost, and when his ignoring of her or not providing her with desireable answers came to pass, she tried to strike at him. I know Gareut, he would not strike at a woman, part of his code. Randy however has a ....special way of dealing with people.
From my perspective, Gareut remains my ally and I deem him not guilty of any attempt at robbing a woman's honor. Randy, not guilty either, but needs to start growing a brain about when one can make some jokes and when not. Elves take -everything- rather serious. Must be because of their longer lives...Randy knows this as well for sure and I suspect takes a bit of delight in rubbing them the wrong way.
Like Nigel said though, regarding the Elves, why are they still here? Let them go to Evermeet...If they indeed loathe humans so much?
Conclusion: From now on, I shall not be that quick to spread Tempus' gifts among dead Elves. Not in these parts anyway. I also wonder why that girl ran off after beseeching me to inspect the two cold bodies at first...I suspect -she- might have had something to do with their demise...
Sodding point ears..make decent meatshields against Blackbloods...well..not much of shields, frail bodies and all, but at least some skill in ending their lives. But with their attitude? Any form of working together will remain fruitless, since they are so full of age old grudges. "Some are not that quick to forget" this Thyresen bantered. Well, that about shows how immature he is for one of his kind. He should be above that really. I've met many of his kind with a lot more honor in them, let alone wisdom.
I thank Tempus for the allies brought on my path...Marjolaine was kind enough to listen to me and attempt to help sort this all out. We can move forwards again.
-Entry ends-
Re: Marcus Arnham, warrior of Tempus
Posted: Sun Dec 19, 2010 7:22 am
by Mausman
Just like that...Marjolaine taught me how to paddle around like a dog in the water...I am well aware it must look ridiculous like hell, but at least I learned I will not sink like some sodding stone! It felt like victory...liberating.
Spent a nice training session with Nigel and ran into Kalek, whom bravely claimed to be able to deal with the big white spiders and tree-men in Cloakwood all by himself, only to be found as good as dead wrapped in webbing a good while later. I asked Tempus to grant him life again if he deemed him worthy of it, and life was restored upon Kalek. He is...changing, I think Nigel notices it too.
He puts a tad more effort to think before speaking. I believe that the fact him and Marjolaine came to terms may play a role in this as well. As for the intolerance between him and Randy...that remains between them.
Time to push forward again, and if I get a chance, see if I can find Randy somewhere, see how he's doing.
Re: Marcus Arnham, warrior of Tempus
Posted: Tue Dec 21, 2010 4:37 am
by Mausman
Wheels set in motion, if everyone plays their part correctly, he should be out and about soon enough...I pray to Tempus it all goes well, I'd rather not engage in a fight with -all- of those Fists...then again...maybe I do and would enjoy cleaving their ill protected necks...
Why is a company that is supposed to be enforcing the law and protect the people, this corrupt? So far they have given me nothing to respect them, only loathe them.
I hope Nigel will succeed in a start of the Order in these parts, The Fist can use a few lessons in honor...
Re: Marcus Arnham, warrior of Tempus
Posted: Fri Dec 24, 2010 5:04 am
by Mausman
Magna Trading Co....a rather nice chance to further my own Agenda, I think I'll join them. If only to investigate the happenings around Kalek and my own growth.
Contacted Alison, Nigel did a great job finding her. Hope she will be able to sort this mess out.
Inner group conflict...I am done sorting everyone's lives out. -I- am not some all-father who has to mediate between folk all the time. Nigel is how he is, Marj is how she is. I am befriended with both and if it is not possible in a group, then apart it shall be.
Re: Marcus Arnham, warrior of Tempus
Posted: Tue Dec 28, 2010 6:21 am
by Mausman
Tempus coursing through one's veins
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Marcus sighed as he had read the note, dashing after the group towards Gullykin.
Waves of Wyverns poured in on him, but he would not let them stop him. The pile of corpses left behind in his wake were proof of this. Once at Gullykin he met up with the searching group, finding Gareut in it too, Olann, Tomar, Catam and the two Elves he had dealt with some time ago, even though the male was cowled. Olann claimed those two had a sentence to carry out. Marcus merely shook his head to himself and left Olann to lead this operation.
Tracks lead to the accursed Tower...and Marcus' mood changed, his manners became eerily cold and calm. His barking at the Female Elf after she "Accidently" launched an arrow his way, caused the Elves to betray Olann and leave. Olann decided to carry on, Marjolaine's rescue weighed upon the young man's shoulders as if it were a burden with the weight of the world itself. It showed in his short tempered ways.
The road to the accursed Tower that once was Durlags' came into their sight. Dealing with the basilisks that roamed the lands, Gareut's Wolf became stone...the kind Tomar taking pity on the wolf's fate and restoring him with a wand.
Badmouthing ensued between Gareut and Catam, a bit of Olann too. Marcus pointed out that this was waste of strength and breath, pointing that the Tower itself would consume plenty of that and that it would be wiser to save both.
The travel through the Tower was harsh and straining, yet the group came far. Even that far, to notice the passage that would lead towards the Underdark...to where some tracks lead that could easily be Marjolaine's...an Orc...or Half one for that matter...and a heavy armored person. Marcus' mind wishfully thought they had to be Randy's...at least that would mean Marj had some muscle with her to keep her safe.
After much debate about safe or not safe, Marcus lifted up his chin and strode towards the hallway leading to the Serpent's Passage. Tomar aligning himself beside him straight after, telling him he would not let him die alone. Olann, as fright and doubt could be read in his eyes, overcame and stepped up as well. Catam reluctantly joined, clearly caring for the young lad's safety and for that of Tomar. Marcus parted ways with Gareut and Amaliel, the parting with Amaliel being painfull to him. He was well aware that he might not return from this trip alive and so was she.
They had kissed eachother goodbye and she had promised him to send people to look for him would he take too long. Marcus knew she spoke truthfully but wondered if his body even would be found -should- he die. He shrugged off that thought and made ready to go on after slapping Gareut on his shoulder. Like many times...causing Gareut to fall on his knees. Marcus winced, that never was his aim when he did that. Marcus departed, dissapearing in the halls leading down.
Not long after, the four of them found themselves in a rather troubled state. Pools filled with lava. Hot toxic air that could not be breathed and searing heat that started to burn their skin. Catam was the first to succumb to the heat. Brave Tomar tried to secure his body, but failed...also falling. Marcus ended up severly burned at first, patching his own wounds, glancing at Olann.
"Your call, lad...either we push on, or fight our way out to secure aid for those two..."
Olann asked Marcus what -he- would do, having Marcus explain that Catam and Tomar did not give themselves for naught...and that it would be equal as spitting on their honor to waste their own lives in this moment. Marcus suggested to get help to secure their bodies and Olann agreed.
The way back was littered with the vile cat-like beasts and Drow. Cleaving a couple on their way back..their wounds became graver and graver. Marcus noticed his plating was failing him more and more. Large holes created by the tentacle like claws of the cat-beasts being the most noticeable ones. Ending up cornered in lethal combat with yet another of such beasts, Marcus growled as the tentacle like claw pierced his stomach, ripping his innards to shreds. Marcus grabbed the tentacle, keeping the beast in place so Olann could land a series of hits on it before the other tentacle ripped Olann apart...Marcus using his final strength to jam his Claymore into the beast's skull, crushing it's vile brain. The beast and Marcus stared at eachother a brief second, before both slumping down to the ground.
Marcus noticed his body doing something he never felt it done before...in a final sigh, but one name was uttered, which covered his pain and anger with an unknown feeling of peace...a faint murmur in his final exhaling in this dark and vile place...
"Amaliel..."
Re: Marcus Arnham, warrior of Tempus
Posted: Tue Dec 28, 2010 6:41 am
by Mausman
-Aftermath of the journey through Durlag's, attempt to find Marj- ((2nd post, first on previous page))
...I slowly opened my eyes in a wild gasp...glancing at Amaliel, Gareut...Olann on the ground, but alive...and some strangers...
It seemed Amaliel managed to rally a search group...ironic...A search group on top of a search group...Marjolaine surely will hear of this one day.
Being rather happy to feel Amaliel's arms around me, I had to deal with that bitter look and smile of Gareut. While thankfull for saving me, I knew right -that- instant that my suspicions were true. The very thing I had told her from the start. He's in love with her and wants her all to himself. Which goes straight against her nature. Can't the fool see this? Envy and desire of "possessing" will kill his own soul...
Not long after, when every soul was rescued -We amazingly bumped into Tomar and Catam, whom appeared saved by a stranger- we headed back.
Me and Gareut exchanged words and he merely proved my suspicions. He brought me back only for "Her smiles".
While not entirely a surprise...I still regret that fate would have it like this. In my eyes, he is...was...I am not sure which time to speak yet, but an ally.
In -his- eyes, which is crystal clear to me now, I am a rival. While he might have a couple of seasons on me, the "Captain" has a lot to learn in this life. Such as recognising when he is acting like a lovesick fool around someone who chose to live her life differently. I start to see a theme with Gareut...wanting something he can not have fully for himself. I pity his blindness...I pity what he had to endure in prison...I pity his envy and I pity he sees me as his rival. I think only time shall reveal what this brings.
One difference remains between him and me...I act from out of what I thought was to be a starting friendship between him and me. He acts out of self-gratification, hoping he pleases Amaliel enough to sway her. Cunning or Selfish? should my journal one day be found, I shall let the reader be the judge of this...in the meantime, I shall see what this brings. Maybe he will open his eyes, part of me still hopes for that, but I am starting to realise that he just might not be -able- to free himself of his ways.
-Entry ends-
Re: Marcus Arnham, warrior of Tempus
Posted: Thu Dec 30, 2010 8:15 am
by Mausman
Dean...better make the effort not to come into contact with him again. Next time I might not be able to control myself...
No lessons to take from me, head up his own rear he means!
-Journal entry written in a clear hasted writing ends-
Re: Marcus Arnham, warrior of Tempus
Posted: Fri Dec 31, 2010 4:15 am
by Mausman
Initial Patrol done with. Amaliel told me how Randall appears to be in a darker mood and how Marj appears to feel bad.
Honestly, I could not give a rat's rear about how -they- feel right now. If none was bothered to tell me anything in the first place, it shows how deep the roots were in the first place. Non-excistant.
What a surprise! Amaliel confirmed Gareut is being envious! I told Amaliel that I do hope she is going to explain him he's being a hypocrit about this all. Seeing and flirting with other lasses entirely voids his behaviour.
Grow up, Gareut...you are better than this.
Mixed feelings coarse through my mind and veins. As long as I know the trutht with Nigel and Amaliel, it's enough to get me by, they are the only two I really can depend on so far.
// Had to correct one part as to prevent misunderstandings! sowwy
Re: Marcus Arnham, warrior of Tempus
Posted: Mon Jan 03, 2011 5:13 am
by Mausman
I again proved my tongue is as sharp as my blade at times. Not always in a hostile manner, but effective none the less.
Me and Gareut had a rather open talk. I was surprised he did not storm off at all. Pity is being replaced with respect once again, slowly, but surely.
Randy called me out for a fight. A proper one at that! It was fantastic!
Whie not at all as skilled as Randy, I did manage to land some hits on her/him. Wrecked my shoulder at first with a wicked slash, well played.
I managed to land an upward slash onto Rand, and thud! there she/he went! haha!
Ended up with Rand throwing some dirt at my eyes, the sod! and rushing me down to the ground, sitting on top of me and landing a headbutt straight on my nose (thank Tempus for the chance to heal that...would have been ugly) And I could not resist the temptation to spit a large goblet of blood right in his/her face, hehe. After a slight struggle, I felt -really- lightheaded...damned bloodloss from that gash in my shoulder. Mustering all my penned up agression, I landed a nasty punch right on Rand's throat...lucky sod to be in a woman's body, or I'd knocked the hells out of the apple us males have pointing out so invitingly in a fistfight.
Not sure how long I was out after that, but I recall hearing that Elfling tending to me and feeling Amaliel wrap up my wounds.
Thank you Randy, that literally hit the spot. You bastard you (I write this with a fond smile)
Marj and me spoke as well. Things sorted out and we all move forward again, seems everyone indeed had a lesson to learn out of this.
Amaliel and me retired to Nashkel, it had been long overdue. We earned it...bigtime.
Re: Marcus Arnham, warrior of Tempus
Posted: Sun Jan 09, 2011 6:10 am
by Mausman
Captain??
Nigel promoted me to Captain??
Sodding Hells...I might end up with influence after all!
Heard that Randy left on some trip from Vic, hope all will be well.
I'm still trudging this sodding mountain too...overwhelming force of bears and Giants a bit further down...Think I'll just cloud myself with a few bottles of Braegh in my guts first and then thunder down on them...Or I'll never get back to my quarters.
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Several bottles of Braegh later
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Those...Bears...are doing silly dances....I tried to demonstrate them how it's done properly! But the female wasn't too keen to make the effort to end up in a dancing position with me...stupid Snow Bears...
The Giants gave me strange looks when I told them they all had tiny manhoods and they tried to look al big and mean with their Axes....(Had to try something against a living wall of Giants, right?) One of them asked me how this theory would reflect on me and my Sword...I told him that it was -my- theory and it would apply to whom -I- deemed it would apply to.
They all started to roar with their thundering voices that I was wrong and how they would demonstrate it...heh...idiots...while they all were busy to expose themselves to me to prove me wrong, I dashed like a male wolf catching the scent of a female in heat! making my, I dare say, epic escape!
Ended up tripping and sliding my way down though...ofcourse I had planned this...along with my nap in the snow I just woke up from...Nashkel, here I come! better have my bath ready...
Re: Marcus Arnham, warrior of Tempus
Posted: Sun Nov 13, 2011 6:51 am
by Mausman
* A year had passed, roughly, since Marcus' sudden departure from the Sword Coast in search of his friend, Nigel. Alas, without succes, Marcus now has returned, finding the Coast in an uproar over war between the Gate and Amn. *
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Fears, enemies alike to be won
A path to make the past undone
I proudly watch the rising sun
The way to freedom has begun
Fueled by my own desire
I climb higher
Fueled by my inner fire
I reach my peak
I have always been running
Thinking I'm forced to
Now I know the truth
Freedom has begun
I stop and turn around
Seeing the path that I carved
My tracks in the snow
Show my independence
I led myself where I stand
Not forced nor guided
The tracks behind me fade away
And I ask myself a question
Will this last forever?
This freedom?
Re: Marcus Arnham, warrior of Tempus
Posted: Sat Jul 14, 2012 9:58 am
by Mausman
*Marcus staggered over his pack, mumbling. He finally sat down, swigging his meadbottle and staring into the fire he got going*
Re: Marcus Arnham, warrior of Tempus
Posted: Mon Jul 16, 2012 8:21 am
by Mausman
*In a severely scrawling manner of writing, most likely due to abuse of various substances*
Pebbles...Braegh...and the truth. Damn her...Damn her I say...but I say it with a smile...
Oh...found my blades and gold...just hope the bodies won't be found...