Baldur's Gate : The Sword Coast Chronicles : NWN2 Persistent World

Air Genasi - An Air Genasi see themselves as the inheritors of the sky, the wind and the very air of the world. They appear mostly human, with one or two unusual traits reflecting their quasi-elemental nature, such as a light blue color to their skin or hair, a slight breeze in their presence at all times, or flesh that is cool to the touch. And I had one on my ship.

I always find it interesting how much many no longer seem to like coming to Roaringshore, yet some still do. There will always be rough days and easy ones. Like a ship, we must sail through both. After all when all seems to be against you, remember, a ship sometimes has to sail against the current, not with it. It's logical to think one doesn't command wind in the direction it blows, but one commands a ship in the direction it sails. But with magic you can bend such logic. But with an Air Genasi, I can damn well command the winds in my sails. Now that's a savvy thought. Guess I will be keep'n this one around. For the Shore.

The Realm I know



“The rich and the poor truly are from different realms,
one has adapted to become an expert in material forfeit;
the other has forfeited all they are to material,
and thus is enslaved, by it.”





All my life, I have been strangely, vividly conscious of another region—not far removed from our own world in one sense, yet wholly different in kind—where great things go on unceasingly, where immense and terrible personalities hurry by, intent on vast purposes compared to which earthly affairs, the rise and fall of nations, the destinies of empires, the fate of armies and continents, are all as dust in the balance.

But it is here in the Sword Coast that I make it my region, my place of dwelling, the place I call home. For over a decade I've seen many changes, the growth and fall of populations. From tales of greatness to the most pitiful. Where men and woman born from strife or nothing, become wealthy with admirable reputations. I wont lie to myself, the city of Baldurs Gate is massive and holds its own beauty and greatness. Even if it was a grand city built by the hands of pirates and farmers. I am a Roaringshore man , have been for the past two years and I have seen change, and seen sides I never thought I would ever have. I've had my fun, and still do . I've met many people strange and grand, friendly and dangerous, honorable and deceitful.



I am a man that believes magic is what you make of it. I am in control of my own destiny and demise. And I enjoy watching people. People with their own goals and ambitions if any. It pains my heart when I see they had a glow of inspiration in their eyes, only for it to be short lived by one disappointment or another. I blame the lack of motivation more often than naught. I respect those with dedication that can be defined as relentless.

A place where the talks in taverns could be fulfilling, where untold stories could be shared around campfires, where powers of darkness never stops trying to mold the world into their view, where the side of light struggles to keep the darkness at bay, murder, mayhem, where conflict can take fruit by the smallest of disagreements, or be snuffed out by the strongest bonds of allegiances, where horrors of all kinds could make nightmares seem but dreams,



....This is the Realm I live in.

Pouring in Goblets



Imagine that you traveled all over the world, looking for happiness, looking for thrills to pass the time. Imagine seeing everything there is to see and still not finding happiness. Well, that would give you a very bleak outlook on life, would it not? There are many things a man can wonder, and the wonders of a man can appear to be limitless, if they are even a man at all.



I may not be one that has traveled the world, but the world that I have traveled I am content with. The salty breeze, the carousing patrons, the smell of rum is a world I find myself most comfortable with. To a man such as I, a world like so, is a world I can call me home. I've seen and met many that entered down the dais and made a grand entrance to their own accord. Let it be one of renown interest, a foolish attempt, I enjoy it nonetheless.



Only in the Broken Goblet, would I invite a man who made an attempt to pinch my coin purse. Not because his skills were flawless, for it was anything but. However the for such a man to make such attempts, is a man I consider one with potential. Potential to be a patron of the Broken Goblet. Lets just hopes he keeps his fingers to himself, because in the Shore, a man can loose his fingers for far less.



Even though two years has past and I near the third, I still continue to pour drinks into the remarkable crafted goblets. There more then mere vessels that hold the delectable drink that soothes ones throat. They are an icon of many stories, many memories and many glorious moments . Moments indeed glorious by standards of the pirate village called Roaringshore.

“It's a most distressing affliction,
to have a sentimental heart,
and a skeptical mind.”

"Every mountain has a valley. For every strength there is a weakness.
Every up has a down. For every in there is an out. For every height there is a depth.
Life itself is a mosaic of light and dark.
Like Angels and Devils,
Every coin has two sides."

Tribe of Goblets



“Dig deeper within the confines of your inner warrior.
I guarantee, you haven't yet seen the real you,
who is ridiculously fearless and outrageously unstoppable.”



It was one of those normal nights that the bartender was working , serving goblets to patrons he knew, to patrons of old. Laughter and jest filled the night, the smell of drinks heavy. But the goblet would soon see more patrons, one it has served before, the other a new face. And they were northerners. And they came particular to seek out the bartender



"Wulfrik said to seek you out"

"Ah the wolf returns eh? What he be need'n?"

"Have you seen any more of our kin?"

"Not in a long time."



Being the seedy tavern in a pirate hold as it is, the Broken Goblet was always ready for all kinds of patrons. Even that of northern barbarians. These wasn't the first nor will they be the last. But as the bartender watch when they departed he wondered, if the roads were ready for them. Because from past experience, they never were. Tales of being thrown out of the Lewd Lyre was one case of events. Bringing the Matron mother of House Divine was another. Sacrificing a Thayan mage in the Temple of Auril was one of the most interesting cases. The bartender knew of such events. After all he has been around for many years. He even knew about when the barbarians had their fall out amongst each other. A conflict between wolves, the separation amongst the pack. He knew the story well. After all, he had ventured with them many years ago.

The Things People Ask



“I don't want whatever I want.
Nobody does. Not really.
What kind of fun would it be if I just got everything I ever wanted just like that,
and it didn't mean anything?
What then?”

*The man walked into the tavern, the tavern that beheld many memories. Banter, carousing, brawls, even murder, even love. He tipped his hat to the Captain that was his boss. Not Miss Jackie, for she was always off on personal things. The exchange of words , the nod of understanding and the man headed off to the back room but not before taking a bottle of rum. He nodded to the guard that watched over the vault before opening the gambling room. He continued to the right, unlocking another door to a room often held private meetings , a pirates recruitment. He needed to think, he needed to drink, he needed to lose himself and clear his head in order to refresh the mind within him. In the recent days, he's been sought out. Question to the whereabout of a woman. "Why me?" he thought. "Why do they come to me?"





Aye, the woman is a mother. Probably like most mothers who beheld an offspring of their own making. The love and joy only a mother could express for the creation of a being made with their very own blood. Their creation, their resemblance. The extension of themselves. When her child was born, no doubt the child's eyes and reach of tiny fingers, warmed the heart of the mother.



Aye, she likely poured all her tender mother loving care in the child. She most likely had plans for her growth , maybe even take after the mother herself. But from my experience, not every mother and child's life is like any others. Nay. This particular mother was a practitioner of dark arts. A summoner of dead. She used forbidden magic that was outlawed and considered evil. But what's even more bizarre, was that her child beheld the same sort of power. Even for its young age. Oh I've seen it with me own eyes I did. Four scores of Undeads. The last one being the most concerning.

About a two month ago ....

Revenant of Helmite Watcher: *Stares straight to the Everwatch, her voice low and raspy and all too familiar* "You failed us."

The Everwatch recognize Watcher Shirene, the Helmite Watcher who fell in the siege on the Temple of Auril.

Revenant of Amnian Soldier: *He looks straight to Natariel, his shambling form crushed and broken and somehow still standing.* "You failed us."

Natariel recognizes Captain Halrond Strom - one of the few soldiers she was not able to help during the siege on the Temple of Auril.

Shadow of an Elven Apprentice: *He looks straight to Elyssa, his evanescent form shuddering in the air.* "You failed us."

Elyssa recognizes Teuravel - the elven apprentice to the Dlardrassil family that she had thought had been staying in Doron Amar.

Revenant of Ship Captain: *He stares straight to Sel, his headless form covered in endless blood.* "You killed us."

Sel recognize him - As .....((Undisclosed Information))

I've seen many horrors in my human life, but when a mere child possess such powers to summon specters from peoples past, I find that very concerning. And the situation that lays before me is another concerning matter. One hand, they wish for the mother and child to unite in order to prevent the child from growing to an adult with a hidden rage towards those whos kept her and prevented her from seeing her loving mother. And on the other hand, there are those that deem they should never be reunited for fear of what powers could manifest. Or maybe even hope the mother would be able to redeem herself by giving tender love and words of loving influence to a child taken from her. I myself don't have either child nor mother. But If I did possess the mother, I'm expected to drag her in like the criminal she is to face judgement and either hang or burn for her transgressions. I've dealt with many decisions in my waking life, but never had I ever had to think this long and hard about making a choice. Do these people not understand the evil within this women and her child? If the mother ever got her powers back, she would unleash such powers until she had her child back in her arms. Or if the child grew with bitter anger and hatred, and learned she was kept from her mother, and learn of her mothers death, it would be she that unleashes a fury equivalent to the Time of Troubles. I wonder just which outcome these people are willing to risk taking form? In my eyes, regardless if it is the child or the mother, the outcome will be one and in the same.



A woman scorn, a woman grieving, a woman vengeful...

*He sat back in the chair and flipped a coin in the air. The ringing metallic sounds as it was flipping echoed in the room like some ominous omen He caught the coin as it descended, not revealing which side of the coin faced up, or what was the result of the coin toss. Because to him, either side would be a risk, and there would be a very heavy price to pay. And he surely didn't want the worse end of the stick in such a situation*

Why They Return




“And now you'll be telling stories
of my coming back
and they won't be false, and they won't be true
but they'll be real”




Usually, there is nothing more pleasing than returning to a place where you have endured hardship. In a realm filled with corruption, evil, beholders, dragons and many other vast amount of dangers, why is it that we still return to it? Friends die, lovers fade, faith shaken, valor lost. When the days are not going according to plan, when nothing seems to go right, frustration slithers into the mind convincing us, to walk away, to leave and not look back.





The decision was made that you leave with no desire to ever return. Days become years, you've settled into a new life, a new routine. But then one day, even years later and even sometimes decades later you feel the luring pull, the desire to see...just how things are now. The first thing that normally happens is that you seek for a familiar face. Someone you may know. But when you don't, you look for places, landscapes, places that held fond memories of the past. It's not long that you met someone new, someone intriguing. Suddenly your heart pumps the life of vigor into your veins and you find yourself once again shrouded with mystery, curiosity, fun. It's at that moment you realize all the many great times you've experienced, all the adventurous moments you had once shared, and is about to share it once more. You begin to say to yourself .. "Why did I even leave ? I missed out on so much."



And once again you find yourself facing dangers of old and dangers anew. When a patron asks the bartender of the Broken Goblet...."Why do people leave when its only a matter of time that will return?".... He would tell them..

"I don't know mate. I for one don't like missing out on a good experience or a grand moment.
Dull moments and days even years is a given. Such is life , that's how it is, that's how it was and that's how it will forever be.
But while those people leave and return, I shall be that man that get's to tell them,
everything they missed that I myself was able to experience.
Arrival in the world is really a departure and that, which we call departure, is only a return savvy?"

Dancing With Hell Again



“Devil's, always trying to make someone bind themselves to them.
But I wonder, what if I made one bind it's self to me?
Sometimes a deal with the devil is better than no deal at all.”



I've always been called a common man. Women tell me that all the time when I speak for my thirst of rum, women and coin. But am ...I....really....common at all? Does a common man often make deals with devils without signing their blood contracts? How often does that even happen? Thrice times, devils from the very hells has claimed me in service. And thrive times, I've manage to slip from their very grasps. The last one nearly ruined me, that was surely a very close call I admit. Everything about me was at stakes. It had to die, and died it had.



Dogai's, also known as assassin devils, were unseen killers and spies that stalked the Nine Hells under the cloak of shadows. Masters of espionage and the perfect instruments of political assassination, the baatezu hitmen silently dispatched the rivals of their diabolical masters and killed mortals that dared to defy evil. The assassin devil you see is the assassin devil sent to kill you, so the sayin in Hell goes.



But what if..what if a mere mortal was able to make one of these baatezu hitmen bound to him and serve him when needed? That's surely not a person I would considered common at all. Someone once told me recently, that ambition is the root of all evil. I disagree. I feel that boredom is rather the real root of all evil. After all, if I had something else to do, I wouldn't be playing with devils.

Lil' Bugga's



“Morning and evening
Maids heard the goblins cry:
'Come buy our orchard fruits,
Come buy, come buy or die.”





Goblins were a race of small and numerous goblinoids common throughout Toril, often living in underground caverns near the surface known as lairs. The race was often, though not always, dominated by other goblinoids, most commonly hobgoblins. Goblins may have, in fact, been initially created by this related race to serve as scouts and infiltrators. But let me tell you a tale of when Goblins fought fiercely, and summoned demons. Oh yes, those lil bugga's were a bucket ol trouble. It all happened when I was traveling through the town of Beregost with tiefling pirate and a Rat.

And so we went to help stop the Goblin raids, and defend the outskirts of Beregost. And look for the cargo the three wagons had, well that was my interest. After all some of us was only here to see what we could pillage and plunder. However, what that blimey Beregost soldier fail to share with us, was that these were persistent, barracad'n, ambush'n, fire bomb throw'n, worg rid'n, demon summon'n lil bugger's! The smirkishes came in waves and so much that I've lost count to just how much. Fire was everywhere. Trees aflame, smoked filled the air. Lucky most of us manage to resist the thick smoke from engulfing our lungs.

The battle was fierce, arrows zipped past my head from some pointy ear archer. A group ol halflings, leapin and jumpin all them goblins back stabb'n them to death. Other men had answered the call and took to arms battling the little troublesome critters. Oddly tho , I swore I kept hearin some fokin cat "Meowing".

Anger Endure, Care Endure



“No one knows for certain how much impact they have on the lives of other people.
Oftentimes, we have no clue.
Yet we push it just the same.”



Anger, rage, hatred..all filled the mind of the bartender who had just awoken from his slumber. A throbbing pain on the back of the head was a clear reminder of the previous nights event. Fogs of crimson, the silence of nature, the snarls of terrifying beasts, the pain of being mauled. Those very thoughts awoken the savage anger within him. And nothing could have surprised him more then when he exited from below the cabin and was suddenly faced with one of the well known Priestess of Ilmater. Like in the tavern known as the Broken Goblet, he's seen many people, from near or far, common and strange. But just when he thought he seen it all, something always surprises him. Here beyond the reef's of Roaringshore, aboard his very ship, stood the Sister. And she was only armed with care.

"They know nothing."

They Keep Hunting

Tales of the Sword Coast



“Still, I wonder if we shall ever be put into songs or tales.
We're in one, of course, but I mean, put into words, you know, told by the fireside, a tavern,
or read out of a great big book with red and black letters, years and years afterwards."



I love the night passionately. I love it as I love my country, or my mistress, with an instinctive, deep, and unshakeable love. I love it with all my senses, I love to see it, I love to breathe it in, I love to open my ears to its silence, I love my whole body to be caressed by its blackness. You see, great tales never truly end. They conclude in series, sometimes they spin off to more tales, or someone clever enough comes around and manages to continue its original story. Nothing every truly finishes quite expectedly, not when one person, one man, one woman, can make a decision that could very well alter the course.




Execution of Rebels, mage criminals, and fugitives. How did such come to pass? What brought them to their very fate? The tales are long, intriguing with many twists and turns. And regardless of the how's and why's, the when is near, very near. I personally had a hand in the upcoming executions. But its now Tyrelius's the Thrice Judged that is my concern. That bloody Blood Magus Kazaiev Dovrik...I may not had the chance to cut his hands, but I will enjoy seeing him meet his fate in the gallows and I want him to look me right into my eyes when it happens. So that he knows he wasn't perfect at all.

DM Mimic & DM Abyss




However, even though Amn will find some justice in the upcoming trial, there's still more fugitives yet to be captured, yet to answer for their crimes, bounties yet to be collected. But like all tales, all stories, it will come to an end. The tale of a fugitive necromancer without her magic powers was hardly a noticed, but her child, a child filled with forbidden powers has become the prime interests oddly. I doubt it should have been, but like history will always show, someone, some people, will always do something least expected. And their very actions will always alter the course. I can't help but wonder why many are blinded by truth, why do they have a hard time telling what is the good thing to do, versus what is the right thing to do. I've always said, one can never have too much pride. But when one has stubborn moral's, their a bleeding liability.

DM Mimic




Necromancers, mage fugitives, children with forbidden powers are still only one tale out of many. Rumors of a Drow raiding party has reached my very ears. Such a rumor I've not heard in a very long time, in fact I think the last time was during the Zhentrim and Lord's Alliance war, where drows was hitting supply lines, tactful. But what is the purpose of the most recent Drow raid I wonder? Supplies? Doubtful, a message sent? More than likely. Or was it merely chimney elves being chimney elves embracing their dark heritage? Will it spark the worry in the minds of those that dwell upon the surface? Or will it be ignored until the raids become more frequent? Makes me think of the drug problem in the city of Baldur's.

DM Ghost




Aye, the drug problems. How pitiful that it took months before the city waged it's war on the Crimson Spice drug. Amusing how even I was labeled as the drugs source, or how devils were responsible. Even now when there has been arrest made, people still look for people to blame for the epidemic, yet the very ones they should be blaming is themselves. After all, it arrived right under their very noses. Their own coins likely helped moved it if not create it. Their lack of timely investigating it, was the biggest problem in my opinion. They allowed it to spread like fire in a forest. They may had captured those responsible, but the crimson spice continues to burn the city with its addiction. And I've still yet to see it.

DM Honk




And speaking of Crimson..the bloody fog is still out there. The Malar Hunt they call it, when night falls, and the skies turn red. The ominous crimson fog rolls in, filled with crackling laughter's, beastly howls, and plenty of blood, anger, rage. The bite of an infectious curse, the red eyes, the aggressive emotion overwhelming. I've been infected not once, but twice myself. That rage...its so powerful that I've threaten friends and strangers, I could imagine what I might do to someone I dont like had they appeared before me in my state of hatred, that state of rage. The Trade Way has become too dangerous to travel at night. Many fear the ambush, many fear to be infected. However I'm sure others embrace the curse. I know some have, I've seen their eyes, I know because twice my very own eyes were the same.

DM Ink & DM Soulcatcher & DM Verjigorm




And speaking of twice occurrences or should I say thrice, I always seem to have problems with devils. Annoying buggers. Always trying to keep me locked in one of their deals, or try to make me sign their damn blood contracts. However my experience with devils has been very interested if I'm being honest. I've learned that if one possesses something they want, or fear, they are more incline to work with you, even if in their devilish minds, they rather take your damn soul. The last bloody devil I had to deal with nearly was my undoing. Damn good thing I've manage to be rid of it. But theres still another, one that still seeks for something. Something safety hidden way. And it wont stop searching for it. But, I have another means to strike a deal with the devil that I've dealt with before. But this time, it will have a sense of fear.

DM Spartacus


Finally, I’d say to anyone who wants to tell these tales, don’t be afraid to be superstitious. If you have a lucky quil, use it just not an inkless one. If you speak with more force and wit when wearing one red sock and one blue one, dress like that. When I’m at work I’m highly superstitious. My own superstition has to do with the voice in which the story comes out. I believe that every story is attended by its own sprite, whose voice we embody when we tell the tale, and that we tell it more successfully if we approach the sprite with a certain degree of respect and courtesy. These sprites are both old and young, male and female, sentimental and cynical, skeptical and credulous, and so on, and what’s more, they’re completely amoral. I've been told I'm a man with many rumors and secrets. Well let me indulge the curious minds.

"I'll tell you a secret,





Old storytellers never die, because their very telling of the story is just how they live on,
Forevermore."

"Blessings or a Curse"




“Reflect upon your present blessings,
of which every man has many
not on your past misfortunes,
of which all men have some.”




Uhm.....earthquakes?

"....!!! OI! What the bloody hells was that!"

The Village of Roaringshore experiences a sudden quake and unrest of the sea,
The sea at the harbor begins to swirl and move as if boiling.

Hullo again Captain, that felt like trouble, shall we go see?

"OI oi! Move away from the docks! "Blimey Hells is that! "

Captain.... that quake may trigger a high wave

"Matty get away from the water!"

From the water, near the planks, right near where Sel stands...A hand comes out..
From the sea water, crawls out a man. A man with red hair. Wounded, haggard...
As soon as he crawls out of the sea, the water calms,
Drenched in the sea water, he man looks around the familiar pirate town

You have to see the miracles for there to be miracles. I saw on that night. A dead man, a dead pirate whom crawled out of the seas like he could breath water. covered in seaweed, wounded , haggard. Boots likely filled with star fish and crabs. He took his first breath of air as if it hadnt done so in a long time. Locals around, gasping in awe wondering how was it so that a dead man after so long of a time, suddenly returns to the land of the living.

*He slams his axe into the planks and bellows* "I. LIVE!"

"Its a man! Fok me, I thought some beasties comin out the water"

That's.......quite an entrance...

I thought your crew was gone!

"Oi wait... I know yer...Captain Winscott"

*He lifts the axe from the wood and rests it upon his right shoulder* "Damn right I am. Nord Wincott."

Friend of yours?

Use ye visit the bar often

"And I come back from Umberlee's (do-me) underwater hell."

What happened to the Tyrhang crew?

*His face twists into that of rage* "Dead. Most of them. I will find the others."

"Heard they were attacked over near Candlekeep. Some manage to escape me heard. Some half blood told me the tale.

"There will be vengeance. Hear and spread the word. There. Will. Be. Vengeance." *The man moves on, leaving a wet trail of seawater behind him*

"Where is Bareil ? He no doubt has insight to share."





The local pirates were in wonder, some thought it couldnt be, others took to believing it. A blessing from Umberlee or a ill fated curse?

"A blessing... Or a curse. Umberlee made her judgement and brought him back."
"The Sea Queen is... Calm. Here."
"She brought back a man who was to be dead."
"I wonder what did he have to pay for it?"

"Pay?"

"The sea gives and takes, sometimes more than equal."
"Umberlee returned him. Undoubtedly empowers him. A gift and a debt."
"To be brought back from death, sea churned and spat him out... A rare thing..."
"Let no faithful of Umberlee cross his path!" *Bareil raises his voice*
"For to do so will incur her wrath!"
"Death will follow where he leads and murder will be left in his wake!"

If it just happens to be that his last battle was nearby Candlekeep, but had nothing to do with that place per se, then fine. Fair winds to him. But if he intends to bring violence upon that sanctuary of learning, I have issue with that, You tell me now, priest. Upon whom is this Captain Winscott's vengeance directed?

"If you keep making enemies, lass, on you as well."
"Your librarian ways are worthless here."
"Here a noose and water kills all equally. Man or book."

Of that I have no doubt. Well if you'll excuse me, gentlemen, I have some book-learned scholars to go and warn

"Let them know!"
Let them fear Umberlee's wrath!"
"FOR SHE IS THE QUEEN OF THE SEAS! GODDESS OF THE DEPTHS!"
"HER HAND HOLDS FATE OF ALL WHO DARE CROSS HER DOMAIN!"

The Wavelord walks across the town, shouting his zealotry and news of Wincott's return from the dead

An Ember Vengeance





“Some people are in such utter darkness,
that they will burn you just to see a light.
Try not to take it personally.”





I've come to a conclusion that if you really look into a persons eyes, you will see just what their really about. You see... sometimes on your travel through hell, you meet people that think they are in heaven because of their cleverness and ability to get away with things. Travel past them because they don't understand who they have become and never will. These type of people feel justified in revenge and will never learn mercy or forgiveness because they live by comparison. They are the people that don't care about anyone, other than who is making them feel confident. You may wonder how would I know. Well look into my eyes and you will see the reflection of the very thing I'm talking about.





I wont lie to anyone, I am a very vengeful man, specially when it comes to someone that had tried to make an attempt on my life. I'm a man of morals, a man of code. I leave no threat in my wake. Although I am a very patient man. If I see I am at a disadvantage, I will stand down. But when the moment comes, and they are in the dark or sleeping in their beds, at their weakest point with their backs turned, I will come for them. Let them call my tactics cheat, dirty and dishonorable. I say, I rather be a dishonorable bastard then a dead one.

As I gaze around to the gasping crowed that couldn't believe that I had took pleasure in watching the magus burn. I said to them in my mind, “You dare speak to me of evil?... He murdered men's wives, he butchered a young woman that could be considered a child, Everything a father ever loved, he took from him, and I swore, by all I am and will ever be, I made sure that he would burn in hell for what he's done towards me. Even if I will meet him in hell in the future.”

One Tree



“Ye are Blood of my Blood, and Bone of my Bone,
I give ye my Body, that we Two might be One.
I give ye my Spirit, 'til our Life shall be Done.”



Love I had said was a thing of insanity..and I had a way to weave my opinion during this holy , special ceremony. I've done it often times myself, I've seen many others do it. So easily and foolishly we can easy fall into a realm of wanting desires and so forth we call it that small word....we call it love. But I say on to anyone, that desire is nothing more then that hot burning wanting passion, that sinful temptation that dwells in our hearts and fills us with greed. It looks nice, its looks pretty, it looks tasteful and so we want it. I dont see that as love at all. Love happens after that.

"Welcome ..friends, strangers, family...we are here today to celebrate as we watch Ree and Terra join hands in marriage.
This is not the beginning a new relationship, but a new chapter in their shared lives...

Prostitute: *Winks at Sel*

Sel: "So on behalf of Ree and Terra, we thank you all for coming .." *He glances at the prostitute and clears his throat and wonders if he even remembers her name*

"I often say love is a temporary madness, it erupts like the Gray Peaks, and then subsides like the Greenfields..Any fool can fall in love...however..Its the magic after. When being in love has burned away, its an art, and a fortunate accident. For those that truely love, grows roots underground that reach out for each other , soon to entwine. We are here to witness these two..Ree and Terra entangle their roots to become a single tree."

Ree: *Takes another moment to gaze into Terra's eyes and smiles brightly, doing her best to hold her composure, in her best attempt to hold back happy tears* "Terra... Words cannot explain how happy I am to be here with you... I am so, so lucky *Pauses and smiles collecting herself, again wiping a tear from her cheek and then tries to continue her sentence again* I am so lucky that we met 13 years ago on the Nashkel Bridge. *She smiles brightly at her* Maybe fate had a way of knowing... Or maybe it was something more... but... would of thought our chance encounter, would blossom and set the pace for us to be here today *She gives a happy giggle, her face flowing with joy.* You have always been there for me, through the best of times... and through the roughest of times... Always by my side, and never once complain or being discouraged no matter how emotional I can get sometimes *Wipes her tears away again and smiles*Just like how life has been since the first day we met, I know that tonight, and every night after this will be truly magical with you at my side. *Has happy tears starting to go down her face once again but continues to push forward to the best of her ability*You are truly my other half, and, just like you have always been there for me, I promise you that I will always be there for you, no mater what. You are not only my best friend, but I will always love you, and I am so happy and be called your Wife."





As I looked upon these two, or rather look down due to their stature, I grow curious if the happiness upon their face truly represents the beating heart within their little chests. Love..I've seen many do some of the outrageous things for love. I remember back then it was I that spoke the words of love upon my lips. The difference was, I abandoned it. Abandon it for a cause my soul deemed great , my heart felt it was the worthy sacrifice. They say the decisions of our past makes us whom we are today. Ever since I had abandoned it, I've never wanted it . Yet still..very very few woman has manage to stir that emotion, that insanity of an emotion that causes people to do the upmost crazy of things.

"Ree, will you take Terra to be your lawful wedded wife from this day forward, through what ever challenges triumphs brings you, will you love her and honor her to the end of days?

Ree: I do always and forever *Smiles brightly*

"Terra, will you take Ree to be your lawful wedded wife from this day forward through what ever challenges , triumphs brings you, will you love her and honor her to the end of days?"

Terra Tosscobble: I will, forever.

Sel: "Excited I see" *He laughs but then looks at Terra*

Terra Tosscobble: *Takes the ring from Sugar, then looks at Ree* "I was going to bring up the mines too, all those years ago when we met..The first time I saw you, you took my breath away..I remember back then never having enough time with you.. So many people wanted your attention that I was forced to fix things so we ran into each other..I knew you wern't interested in any sort of realtionship, with anyone.. but..Do ya think that was going to stop me?We became fast and true friends.. you and I... That is one of my favorite parts. I love that we started out as such wonderful friends.. and remain so of course.. for so many years. You truly know me in a way that no one else has ever known me.. and you understand me like no one else can..You know my every secret.. my whole past and dispite this.. you happily accept me for who I am today and I love you for that..I believe in you with my whole heart..I gratefully and humbily take you as my Wife, acknowledging and accepting fully every fiber of your being and soul. I give you my hand and my heart and I pledge to you my undying and eternal love, devotion adoration and honor as we join our lives together. My Passion... my Accomplice... as I have given you my hand to hold.. so too I give you my life to hold from this day forward. With all of my love, i promise to always be by your side, to my last breath.


Sel: "Lovely ring's.."


They truly look happy together. I've known them for only a short time, yet I already know, they struggle every tenday to bare the absence of each other , until the day comes where it seem not even the Gods could keep them apart. I've had some moments with these little women. Some grand, some fun, some bloody down right disturbing. But this is their moment, this day is their day. Storms couldn't stop this day, conflicts, couldn't stop this day, and even given this day was held upon sort notice, as I looked around, I see that even time couldn't stop this day. To Ree and Terra, where ever your life and love takes you, know that I wish you both well, and it was an honor to marry you both.

For Such a short notice, I want to give special thanks to the other players that did manage to make it and showing their support for their friends and the server. Also I big shout out to the following staffs,

DM Wisp
DM Ghost
DM Summers
Rhifox

With such short notice and the worse time zone and some bugs and glitches, you all manage to assist to help this rp take place and come to life for the players involved. They were surprised and very appreciated for the assistance. I am happy to play on a server with such people, and I'm happy to be working with such people.