Re: Telissa Carshald, Paladin of Lathander
Posted: Fri Jun 25, 2010 10:35 am
What is one such as myself suppose to do with Trent? A man whom I once thought to have a good heart, one that I followed thinking he to be a follower of the Morninglord, who is now being wanted an audience with by the Most Radiant of Lathander, Kelddath Ormlyr. I can only guess that he is being wanted for his actions that he does in the name of the Morninglord. How it is that he still recieves blessing from He is beyond my knowledge, but perhaps within the coming days and when Trent stands before the Most Radiant shall we find out the truth. Ivaris posed a question to me, one that has begun to sink in as a possibility. He posed the question as to whether or not Trent may be worshipping another, recieving blessings by his actions that may please the god or goddess that he follows. If that is true, then I will be ill for many dawns for allowing myself to follow one only proclaiming to be a follower of Lathander.
I can only hope that it is not true, though we shall soon find out the answer to the question Ivaris posed. A day would pass, and as the sun crept slowly over the horizon, my mind became clear. I worry for one who, despite my best efforts to personally intervened, has chosen through his will to not heed my words or advice, and it feels as though he believes I lie to him. He will no longer bother I, for I have turned my shoulder from him. Too many times have I tried, and tried hard, to turn him back towards the path of good. But his actions make my stomach ill and I cannot take it any further. I do not see him being able to recover, for he has been falling ever since he met the tiefling woman Tamina. She has tapped the dark essence within him and at the end of the day, has won through. Deep in my heart, I have a feeling that if I had intervened, not allowing him to see her, that he would not be who he is now. But that is not the case and I will no longer dwell on this topic.
Jonas' presence warms my heart and soul, for I greatly enjoy his company. I feel at ease when he is around, something that I cannot say I have felt in many summers. And twice within the past couple of days has he taken me to places I have not visited before. The first we ventured to the south of Beregost, into the mountains, though I draw a blank now as to their name. Aethor, Merielle, Jonas, myself and another made our way into the halls of the Frost Giants and in these halls we battled the large brutes, along with a few bears and leopards they have trained as their own. It was a refreshing trip, to see a new place with friends about. Although I was of little use, it was enjoyable to have gone there and I have thanked him for taking me on such. It was but last night that we ventured to another place, known as Durlag's tower. Jonas, Siomir, Dajala, Rith'alaria, Rente, and another whom I unfortunately do not know the name of was the group this night, and we soon began our descent into the tower, battling the fiends that walk the halls of the deserted tower. Drow, displacer beasts, umberhulks and illithid were what we battle, in no particular order. We descended to the third level, and cleared our way through each room, removing the evil presence on the creatures. Though with the many hidden doors, I do not doubt some were in hiding and once we leave, they will return to walk the halls once more.
Between these two trips much has happened, one notably being the near death of Jonas, my brother, many friends and adventurers, and myself. Though none could have expected such when the event began, for it was the trial of Dustin Spellroyal. The trial was sloppy, that is to say the least, for the prosecutor did not use the information mentioned within the trial wisely. If he had done so, Dustin would have been found guilty of much and recieved a harsher crime than he has. He is to be banished for five years from the city of Baldur's Gate and upon a return before the five years banishment has passed, he will recieve fourty lashes and the years will begin anew. Soon after the verdict and punishment was declared, he turned and challenged Ivaris to a duel. Although rumours that both men wanted the other to kill them circulated, I did not expect Ivaris to be willing to fall for the sake of Dustin.
We began our way north to the fields of the dead, and then the large gathering surrounded the two men, whom both fell to a knee before each other. Dustin handed Ivaris a wand, who in turn did not take but instead took out from his pack a bottle of poison, declaring he would end his life if Dustin would not kill him. Dustin then drew a dagger, saying the same. Both men kneeled in the road offering to end their own lives. Though with the delay, and it being night, the fields soon awoke, and the groans and moans of the undead that plaqued the lands soon began to muster in forces. Quickly we charged onto the field, slaying the undead, but as we further scattered ourselves we met our doom. Alan, my brother, was chased off into the fields. Aethor and myself made our way after him, and as we returned, I came upon Jonas surrounded by the undead creatures. But I was too late, for they overwhelmed him and as I cried out his name, I fell. I do not remember much else other than waking up with several Fist surrounding my brother and I, as we lay in the Elf Song Tavern. At once, I began making my way back towards the fields, fearing the fate of Jonas. Though worry soon left me, as I felt his own fear and despair once Alan and I left the gates of the city, and when I saw him amongst the group of others, I ran to him and embraced him in a hug, for I had thought that I had lost him this day. And I am relieved that I did not.
Never appears to be a dull moment in my days here, and that is a good. It is time I retire though, for my eyes are heavy.
May Lathander shine light in the darkness before us.
I can only hope that it is not true, though we shall soon find out the answer to the question Ivaris posed. A day would pass, and as the sun crept slowly over the horizon, my mind became clear. I worry for one who, despite my best efforts to personally intervened, has chosen through his will to not heed my words or advice, and it feels as though he believes I lie to him. He will no longer bother I, for I have turned my shoulder from him. Too many times have I tried, and tried hard, to turn him back towards the path of good. But his actions make my stomach ill and I cannot take it any further. I do not see him being able to recover, for he has been falling ever since he met the tiefling woman Tamina. She has tapped the dark essence within him and at the end of the day, has won through. Deep in my heart, I have a feeling that if I had intervened, not allowing him to see her, that he would not be who he is now. But that is not the case and I will no longer dwell on this topic.
Jonas' presence warms my heart and soul, for I greatly enjoy his company. I feel at ease when he is around, something that I cannot say I have felt in many summers. And twice within the past couple of days has he taken me to places I have not visited before. The first we ventured to the south of Beregost, into the mountains, though I draw a blank now as to their name. Aethor, Merielle, Jonas, myself and another made our way into the halls of the Frost Giants and in these halls we battled the large brutes, along with a few bears and leopards they have trained as their own. It was a refreshing trip, to see a new place with friends about. Although I was of little use, it was enjoyable to have gone there and I have thanked him for taking me on such. It was but last night that we ventured to another place, known as Durlag's tower. Jonas, Siomir, Dajala, Rith'alaria, Rente, and another whom I unfortunately do not know the name of was the group this night, and we soon began our descent into the tower, battling the fiends that walk the halls of the deserted tower. Drow, displacer beasts, umberhulks and illithid were what we battle, in no particular order. We descended to the third level, and cleared our way through each room, removing the evil presence on the creatures. Though with the many hidden doors, I do not doubt some were in hiding and once we leave, they will return to walk the halls once more.
Between these two trips much has happened, one notably being the near death of Jonas, my brother, many friends and adventurers, and myself. Though none could have expected such when the event began, for it was the trial of Dustin Spellroyal. The trial was sloppy, that is to say the least, for the prosecutor did not use the information mentioned within the trial wisely. If he had done so, Dustin would have been found guilty of much and recieved a harsher crime than he has. He is to be banished for five years from the city of Baldur's Gate and upon a return before the five years banishment has passed, he will recieve fourty lashes and the years will begin anew. Soon after the verdict and punishment was declared, he turned and challenged Ivaris to a duel. Although rumours that both men wanted the other to kill them circulated, I did not expect Ivaris to be willing to fall for the sake of Dustin.
We began our way north to the fields of the dead, and then the large gathering surrounded the two men, whom both fell to a knee before each other. Dustin handed Ivaris a wand, who in turn did not take but instead took out from his pack a bottle of poison, declaring he would end his life if Dustin would not kill him. Dustin then drew a dagger, saying the same. Both men kneeled in the road offering to end their own lives. Though with the delay, and it being night, the fields soon awoke, and the groans and moans of the undead that plaqued the lands soon began to muster in forces. Quickly we charged onto the field, slaying the undead, but as we further scattered ourselves we met our doom. Alan, my brother, was chased off into the fields. Aethor and myself made our way after him, and as we returned, I came upon Jonas surrounded by the undead creatures. But I was too late, for they overwhelmed him and as I cried out his name, I fell. I do not remember much else other than waking up with several Fist surrounding my brother and I, as we lay in the Elf Song Tavern. At once, I began making my way back towards the fields, fearing the fate of Jonas. Though worry soon left me, as I felt his own fear and despair once Alan and I left the gates of the city, and when I saw him amongst the group of others, I ran to him and embraced him in a hug, for I had thought that I had lost him this day. And I am relieved that I did not.
Never appears to be a dull moment in my days here, and that is a good. It is time I retire though, for my eyes are heavy.
May Lathander shine light in the darkness before us.