Olann is noticeably young, perhaps twenty at best. His appearance is best described as that of a woodsman. He keeps to simple clothes, designed for utility over looks. He is of an average height, roughly 5’10. His eyes are a darker shade of olive green, with dark brown hair. Keeping a clean shave and an optimistic look, it is safe to say that first impressions often lead to the belief that Olann is Green; A young man new to the world.
As with many adventurers, Olann started with a dream. He lived on the outskirts of Ambervale, a village nestled along the River Dessarin. His family owned a sizable farm which bordered the northwest reaches of the Ardeep Forest. This was most likely to be his life; however, there were a few factors that changed his outlook. One factor so much so, it became his dream; to become a Ranger.
The Ardeep forest was one of wonder. The dense forest had a history worthy of legends; however, it was also filled with danger. Tribes of kobolds and various monsters inhabited The Ardeep, and it was not uncommon for raids to occur upon the Villages and farms that populated its borders. While each village had its militia’s and defenses, it was almost always, at least in Olann’s eyes, the acts of a Ranger made the difference.
Needless to say, Olann as he grew up looked up to the Rangers and their efforts to keep the common people safe from the dangers that lie in the wilderness. He was attracted to the wilds; his father taught him the basics of hunting, trapping, fishing, surviving off the land. Unlike his brothers and sisters, Olann found himself a second home and was away from the Farm more and more.
Consequently, he began to plan for travel away from home, south along the Sword Coast. His father sensed his Son’s plans, and when the morning came that Olann intended to leave, he simply gave his Son the proper amount of coin and good directions, wishing him the best of luck. Olann set out from his farm… South… towards the City of Balders Gate
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Re: Olann Conwyn
It had been some time since Olann first made his way into the sprawling city of Baldur’s Gate. So much had happened in the weeks that followed. He started doing odd jobs for the local population, hunting dangerous creatures, and meeting a few friends along the way. All the while, he was able to pursue his dream; A Ranger taking him on and instructing him.
He now found himself in the Joving Juggler, a small Inn within the town of Beregost. He was sitting at a table alone, with his leather armor sprawled out upon the table. A small sewing kit was also prepared. There were rips and tears, not to mention pieces of his uniformed stained with his own blood. A few nights prior, a large and strange looking wolf had attacked him, and injured him. Now, he had the task of patching and sewing to restore the armor.
Also on the table was a small blue book, unmarked. At that moment, its pages were empty. When visiting Candlekeep sometime ago, Olann was persuaded into purchasing the book, in order to keep a personal account. He had not made good to that as of yet, and planned to do such after he was finished. His first Entry in what would become his Journal Reads,
I am not sure where to start. My life has changed so much in the last few months that I feel like another person. I write this now, enjoying the House Ale of the Joving Juggler, an Inn in the town of Beregost. I now call this small town home, and I have been asked to help in defending it. But for now I will recount on the events that have lead me here..
When arriving in the City of Baldur’s Gate, I must admit I was overwhelmed. This is perhaps the largest town I have ever seen.. (Folks say Waterdeep is much grander, but I followed Father’s Advice and stayed away) One morning while I was leaving the Elfsong Inn, I came across a Woman who greeted me kindly and seemed to be able to spot rather quickly that I was new. She introduced herself as Marjolaine, and proceeded to show me around and get me work tracking down stolen supplies. She even assisted me, and surprisingly wielded what I was sure had to be a Greatsword. The first Woman to do such... well... at least that I’ve met.
However, there is much more to her. She has a beautiful voice, and has demonstrated such a few times. Her looks also match her voice, and the way she carries herself in the manner to live life to its fullest is something I can admire….
*The entry is blank for a bit and then continues*
Back on track, I cannot write any further without mentioning Ness. This now loyal wolf was only weeks ago an Injured wolf that approached me. I decided to help tend her wound, and she has slowly warmed up to me. Nowadays it is rather tough to be separated from her. I believe with my heart Chauntea has blessed me with this creature. She has saved my hide more than once, and has become a very useful companion in my time here. I’d like to note one thing about her that is odd to me. She doesn’t seem to be able to make much noise. Once or twice I’ve caught her in the motions to howl up at the moon, only to hear nothing come out. I’m not sure why this is…
I have some good news to write. I met a local Ranger that has decided to teach me! His name is Catam, and so far he appears to be a good man, and skilled. Strangely he has a large cat following him around, and as I think back on Aramil, I remember him having a hawk. Perhaps Ness is a good sign. Noentheless, so far (I believe) I have received good reactions from Catam. I received a few pointers when myself, Catam, and another Ranger hunted goblins. Perhaps one day with his help I may finally become a Ranger.
Now I write of a more recent and surprising request- I was asked to help defend Beregost. The town has a Temple of Lethander which runs things, and one of its members, a ranking man by the name of Dean, has approached me and three others with a proposition to help in the Town’s defense. In return it seems ill be made a citizen and be given provisions, quarters and pay. Along with myself will be Marjolaine, and two Tempus soldiers by the names of Marcus and Nigel. Both are friends to Marjolaine and have been helping train her to my understanding. I only recently met them, and to my surprise they seem welcoming of me to join their group, particularly because of my skills. I must confess that while I am excited to help this Town and to be a part of this group, I am nervous and fear that I may not be ready. Just the other night I was taken by surprise by a Large Wolf that nearly killed me; it was really only the actions of Nigel and Marjolaine that saved my life. I really worry I might let them down if I join… but then again, what Ranger wouldn’t stand against his fears and Press on?
He now found himself in the Joving Juggler, a small Inn within the town of Beregost. He was sitting at a table alone, with his leather armor sprawled out upon the table. A small sewing kit was also prepared. There were rips and tears, not to mention pieces of his uniformed stained with his own blood. A few nights prior, a large and strange looking wolf had attacked him, and injured him. Now, he had the task of patching and sewing to restore the armor.
Also on the table was a small blue book, unmarked. At that moment, its pages were empty. When visiting Candlekeep sometime ago, Olann was persuaded into purchasing the book, in order to keep a personal account. He had not made good to that as of yet, and planned to do such after he was finished. His first Entry in what would become his Journal Reads,
I am not sure where to start. My life has changed so much in the last few months that I feel like another person. I write this now, enjoying the House Ale of the Joving Juggler, an Inn in the town of Beregost. I now call this small town home, and I have been asked to help in defending it. But for now I will recount on the events that have lead me here..
When arriving in the City of Baldur’s Gate, I must admit I was overwhelmed. This is perhaps the largest town I have ever seen.. (Folks say Waterdeep is much grander, but I followed Father’s Advice and stayed away) One morning while I was leaving the Elfsong Inn, I came across a Woman who greeted me kindly and seemed to be able to spot rather quickly that I was new. She introduced herself as Marjolaine, and proceeded to show me around and get me work tracking down stolen supplies. She even assisted me, and surprisingly wielded what I was sure had to be a Greatsword. The first Woman to do such... well... at least that I’ve met.
However, there is much more to her. She has a beautiful voice, and has demonstrated such a few times. Her looks also match her voice, and the way she carries herself in the manner to live life to its fullest is something I can admire….
*The entry is blank for a bit and then continues*
Back on track, I cannot write any further without mentioning Ness. This now loyal wolf was only weeks ago an Injured wolf that approached me. I decided to help tend her wound, and she has slowly warmed up to me. Nowadays it is rather tough to be separated from her. I believe with my heart Chauntea has blessed me with this creature. She has saved my hide more than once, and has become a very useful companion in my time here. I’d like to note one thing about her that is odd to me. She doesn’t seem to be able to make much noise. Once or twice I’ve caught her in the motions to howl up at the moon, only to hear nothing come out. I’m not sure why this is…
I have some good news to write. I met a local Ranger that has decided to teach me! His name is Catam, and so far he appears to be a good man, and skilled. Strangely he has a large cat following him around, and as I think back on Aramil, I remember him having a hawk. Perhaps Ness is a good sign. Noentheless, so far (I believe) I have received good reactions from Catam. I received a few pointers when myself, Catam, and another Ranger hunted goblins. Perhaps one day with his help I may finally become a Ranger.
Now I write of a more recent and surprising request- I was asked to help defend Beregost. The town has a Temple of Lethander which runs things, and one of its members, a ranking man by the name of Dean, has approached me and three others with a proposition to help in the Town’s defense. In return it seems ill be made a citizen and be given provisions, quarters and pay. Along with myself will be Marjolaine, and two Tempus soldiers by the names of Marcus and Nigel. Both are friends to Marjolaine and have been helping train her to my understanding. I only recently met them, and to my surprise they seem welcoming of me to join their group, particularly because of my skills. I must confess that while I am excited to help this Town and to be a part of this group, I am nervous and fear that I may not be ready. Just the other night I was taken by surprise by a Large Wolf that nearly killed me; it was really only the actions of Nigel and Marjolaine that saved my life. I really worry I might let them down if I join… but then again, what Ranger wouldn’t stand against his fears and Press on?
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Re: Olann Conwyn
I need to write in this more often.
So much good has come from last I wrote. I am a Ranger of Chauntea. Catam explained, upon hearing of my abilities… much like spells, that I was indeed a Ranger, and always was. Words cannot describe how I felt, and how I still do. Pride, good Pride, that is… and accomplishment. Strange, that what I strived for so long I already had. Catam explained this with Marjolaine as a witness, and after he left I was surely in a good mood, and was even able to find the words to ask her to Dance. She accepted!
It was wonderful; she was able to get the Bard to play a song that made me feel like I was in a festival back in Ambervale. I led her at first, keeping to my toes, a basic round and even a few spins… but when she took lead, and she sure shown her experience. There was a move in which I was taken off my feet, twice, and I could have sworn she did a roll. She then danced with me close before telling me to hold on… and she jumped up and went between my legs in a swing. As the music died down she swung into my arms and I held her… there was an odd feeling in that moment.
Afterwards, we sat on a hills edge near the Tavern in Beregost. She enjoyed watching the moon rise, and of course, I had to slip with some words making no sense. Nonetheless that was a good day.
Next, Dean led me to the Cloakwood Forest, and with his blessings, asked me to help in clearing it. I encountered several Lizardfolk, and a host of other creatures, and it was clear that these creatures did not belong in what I am sure was once a Beauty of Nature.
It was here that I encountered Mia, what I believe to be a Moon Elf. I was introduced to her before by Catam, and upon noting that I was a Ranger of Chauntea, she began to speak of a group known as the Keepers of the Elder Circle. I immediately told her of the Wardens; after all, when I give my word I intend to keep it. She spoke of meeting more of their ranks, including the head of their Ranger Circle. I plan to do such, and await further word from her on this matter. It took some convincing of Dean, but I believe if accepted this would provide a link, maybe even an alliance one day, between the Wardens and Keepers… but that’s just thoughts.
I have found myself more and more attracted to the Wilds. I have always been one to explore and when I was making my way to south to Beregost I spotted the remnants of an old trail.
A day and a half later, after carefully following it, I found myself on a cliff edge overlooking a river, which I believe to be the Chionthar. I cannot see Baldur’s Gate to the west, and to the North I find only more Trees, though in the distance I’ve a feeling there is something Unsettling. Nonetheless, I thank Chauntea for leading me to this spot. It is peaceful, I’ve seen no movement or activity save Birds. ‘
Ness is lying beside me, she seems calm as well. I sense a peace from her in this very spot… perhaps She’s been here before?
*The entry stops, but on the page beside it is a rough sketching of the face of a wolf*
//Figured I'd throw up a pic of Ness for those who care ^^
So much good has come from last I wrote. I am a Ranger of Chauntea. Catam explained, upon hearing of my abilities… much like spells, that I was indeed a Ranger, and always was. Words cannot describe how I felt, and how I still do. Pride, good Pride, that is… and accomplishment. Strange, that what I strived for so long I already had. Catam explained this with Marjolaine as a witness, and after he left I was surely in a good mood, and was even able to find the words to ask her to Dance. She accepted!
It was wonderful; she was able to get the Bard to play a song that made me feel like I was in a festival back in Ambervale. I led her at first, keeping to my toes, a basic round and even a few spins… but when she took lead, and she sure shown her experience. There was a move in which I was taken off my feet, twice, and I could have sworn she did a roll. She then danced with me close before telling me to hold on… and she jumped up and went between my legs in a swing. As the music died down she swung into my arms and I held her… there was an odd feeling in that moment.
Afterwards, we sat on a hills edge near the Tavern in Beregost. She enjoyed watching the moon rise, and of course, I had to slip with some words making no sense. Nonetheless that was a good day.
Next, Dean led me to the Cloakwood Forest, and with his blessings, asked me to help in clearing it. I encountered several Lizardfolk, and a host of other creatures, and it was clear that these creatures did not belong in what I am sure was once a Beauty of Nature.
It was here that I encountered Mia, what I believe to be a Moon Elf. I was introduced to her before by Catam, and upon noting that I was a Ranger of Chauntea, she began to speak of a group known as the Keepers of the Elder Circle. I immediately told her of the Wardens; after all, when I give my word I intend to keep it. She spoke of meeting more of their ranks, including the head of their Ranger Circle. I plan to do such, and await further word from her on this matter. It took some convincing of Dean, but I believe if accepted this would provide a link, maybe even an alliance one day, between the Wardens and Keepers… but that’s just thoughts.
I have found myself more and more attracted to the Wilds. I have always been one to explore and when I was making my way to south to Beregost I spotted the remnants of an old trail.
A day and a half later, after carefully following it, I found myself on a cliff edge overlooking a river, which I believe to be the Chionthar. I cannot see Baldur’s Gate to the west, and to the North I find only more Trees, though in the distance I’ve a feeling there is something Unsettling. Nonetheless, I thank Chauntea for leading me to this spot. It is peaceful, I’ve seen no movement or activity save Birds. ‘
Ness is lying beside me, she seems calm as well. I sense a peace from her in this very spot… perhaps She’s been here before?
*The entry stops, but on the page beside it is a rough sketching of the face of a wolf*
//Figured I'd throw up a pic of Ness for those who care ^^
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Re: Olann Conwyn
(the following three posts are seperated by time- but I've been lazy to make the journal entries)
I am in my camp as I write this, after a long Campaign against the Giants to the south.
My Training has been going well, in particular, enough so that Nigel asked me along to Nashkel. We encountered several Giants there, and it wasn’t long before we realized we were the front line in an assault against the Fort. Myself, Nigel, and several others held the line for as long as we could.
We were pushed back to the gate, and before I could reach it I was knocked out… I came to beside the closed gate, and what I believe to be a Fire Giant approaching me. I was frozen in place for a few moments before the creature spoke to me. I responded and something in me made it sound confident.
This Giant was able to fend me off easily, and probably would have torn me in two if Nigel and company did not arrive. They spoke with the Creature before eventually engaging and defeating the creature. Nigel then suggested we push the Giants back from where they came- a daunting proposition. We would go into the Coldpeak mountains, and, admittedly, I had never stepped foot on its ranges until this moment.
We made our way up and up, into the freezing colds and against Ice Giants and large wolfs and Bears that kept Ness away. As we reached the top, we found ourselves among a rather large entrance of a Cave. There were corpses strewn about, however, there were little tracks in and out of the entrance. The group wanted to press forward, but even Nigel had a bad feeling.
The decision was made. I trekked inside the cave carefully, and to my surprise found nothing more than Kobolds. The group engaged the Kobolds and decided to press further inside. That is when Nigel’s feelings proved right. Robed figures appeared casting powerful spells, and within moments we started to fall one by one. I carried a man towards the exit of the cave, only to look back in horror as my eyes spotted a Demon.
This Demon had large wings, eyes made of fire, and was practically on fire. I remember large horns and a deafening roar…
…The next thing I remember was the cold. I came to with fresh snow around me. I was alone, and I did not recognize my surroundings. It took me an hour to find my way back on the path and I realized I was near the top of the Coldpeaks. I made my way down as quickly as I could, and that night I reached the safety of Beregost.
I found Marjolaine there; we made our way to the Joving Juggler and had a few drinks. She spoke of having a rough day as well, and I told her of my own. Towards the end of the conversation… I think I slipped again. I asked her for another dance, and she refused. Her claim was due to feeling sore, and while I can sympathize with that, I worry I may be pressing her too much, or perhaps revealing my feelings. I am not sure if I am ready to face her with the truth, and my thoughts. How will she react…? Has she already figured such out…?
I am in my camp as I write this, after a long Campaign against the Giants to the south.
My Training has been going well, in particular, enough so that Nigel asked me along to Nashkel. We encountered several Giants there, and it wasn’t long before we realized we were the front line in an assault against the Fort. Myself, Nigel, and several others held the line for as long as we could.
We were pushed back to the gate, and before I could reach it I was knocked out… I came to beside the closed gate, and what I believe to be a Fire Giant approaching me. I was frozen in place for a few moments before the creature spoke to me. I responded and something in me made it sound confident.
This Giant was able to fend me off easily, and probably would have torn me in two if Nigel and company did not arrive. They spoke with the Creature before eventually engaging and defeating the creature. Nigel then suggested we push the Giants back from where they came- a daunting proposition. We would go into the Coldpeak mountains, and, admittedly, I had never stepped foot on its ranges until this moment.
We made our way up and up, into the freezing colds and against Ice Giants and large wolfs and Bears that kept Ness away. As we reached the top, we found ourselves among a rather large entrance of a Cave. There were corpses strewn about, however, there were little tracks in and out of the entrance. The group wanted to press forward, but even Nigel had a bad feeling.
The decision was made. I trekked inside the cave carefully, and to my surprise found nothing more than Kobolds. The group engaged the Kobolds and decided to press further inside. That is when Nigel’s feelings proved right. Robed figures appeared casting powerful spells, and within moments we started to fall one by one. I carried a man towards the exit of the cave, only to look back in horror as my eyes spotted a Demon.
This Demon had large wings, eyes made of fire, and was practically on fire. I remember large horns and a deafening roar…
…The next thing I remember was the cold. I came to with fresh snow around me. I was alone, and I did not recognize my surroundings. It took me an hour to find my way back on the path and I realized I was near the top of the Coldpeaks. I made my way down as quickly as I could, and that night I reached the safety of Beregost.
I found Marjolaine there; we made our way to the Joving Juggler and had a few drinks. She spoke of having a rough day as well, and I told her of my own. Towards the end of the conversation… I think I slipped again. I asked her for another dance, and she refused. Her claim was due to feeling sore, and while I can sympathize with that, I worry I may be pressing her too much, or perhaps revealing my feelings. I am not sure if I am ready to face her with the truth, and my thoughts. How will she react…? Has she already figured such out…?
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Re: Olann Conwyn
A Shadow Dragon, of all things. I am back in Beregost, with a somber mood. Marjolaine seems to share my feelings. Strange, when she doesn’t speak many words and doesn’t have that smile of hers etched on her face. Ness can sense her feelings, and worries for her.
Earlier in the day I made my way into the Cloakwood, where I encountered a group of adventurers claiming that the forest was coming alive. To my surprise, I found that we were not only engaged with the Lizardfolk, but with Treeants as well. They spoke in Sylvan, telling us to leave. I attempted to plead with them but was cut off as they continued their attack.
I eventually asked.. well.. almost ordered the group to leave. Another elf, whose name I cannot recall, assisted me in this effort. When the group had made its leave, I went back into the Cloakwood, followed by this Elf. The forest was in Unrest, and I wanted to know why.
The answer came rather quickly. Shadow forms appeared and attacked the two of us. It was at this point I knew that we needed to return, with help, at sunset. I made my way towards the Auctioneer caravan to the North, and the Elf made his way for Candlekeep.
I assembled a group of various folk, including Marjolaine, and made way for the Cloakwood. We encountered the shadows again, as well as worshippers of Bhaal. Pressing further into the forest I found fires sprouting from the forest floor. It was here that I encountered the first Dragon that I had ever seen- A Shadow Dragon.
It fought viciously, but the group cut it down in the end. With the death of the Dragon the fires ended, and the Forest was calm for the moment.
I noticed the Elf trying to pry one of the teeth from the creature. This made me think of the very Dragon’s tooth, a gift from Marjolaine, that I wear around my own neck. I assisted the man and made Amulets for each of the folks that were about- but I fear my actions may have raised greed in their minds.
The group began to fight over parts of the body, and asking what I, or any other, could do with it. As this was happening a swarm of Lizards appear, charging at us, wave after wave. The folk were able to cut down these Lizards, and they eventually retreated.
We convinced the people to leave the Cloakwood, and I made a prayer to Chauntea before I myself left.
I noticed on the road southward that Marjolaine was not the same. She spoke particularly of the Lizards, and she thought that they may have thought us to be the Bhaalists and were protecting their home. Whether or not this was true, the showing of Greed was also a point which seems to leave her questioning the motivations of others. I spoke to her a little of some of the Values instilled in me; the balance and the Circle of Life. She seems interested; however she is still saddened by what she witnessed. I only hope I can help to brighten her spirits somehow.
Earlier in the day I made my way into the Cloakwood, where I encountered a group of adventurers claiming that the forest was coming alive. To my surprise, I found that we were not only engaged with the Lizardfolk, but with Treeants as well. They spoke in Sylvan, telling us to leave. I attempted to plead with them but was cut off as they continued their attack.
I eventually asked.. well.. almost ordered the group to leave. Another elf, whose name I cannot recall, assisted me in this effort. When the group had made its leave, I went back into the Cloakwood, followed by this Elf. The forest was in Unrest, and I wanted to know why.
The answer came rather quickly. Shadow forms appeared and attacked the two of us. It was at this point I knew that we needed to return, with help, at sunset. I made my way towards the Auctioneer caravan to the North, and the Elf made his way for Candlekeep.
I assembled a group of various folk, including Marjolaine, and made way for the Cloakwood. We encountered the shadows again, as well as worshippers of Bhaal. Pressing further into the forest I found fires sprouting from the forest floor. It was here that I encountered the first Dragon that I had ever seen- A Shadow Dragon.
It fought viciously, but the group cut it down in the end. With the death of the Dragon the fires ended, and the Forest was calm for the moment.
I noticed the Elf trying to pry one of the teeth from the creature. This made me think of the very Dragon’s tooth, a gift from Marjolaine, that I wear around my own neck. I assisted the man and made Amulets for each of the folks that were about- but I fear my actions may have raised greed in their minds.
The group began to fight over parts of the body, and asking what I, or any other, could do with it. As this was happening a swarm of Lizards appear, charging at us, wave after wave. The folk were able to cut down these Lizards, and they eventually retreated.
We convinced the people to leave the Cloakwood, and I made a prayer to Chauntea before I myself left.
I noticed on the road southward that Marjolaine was not the same. She spoke particularly of the Lizards, and she thought that they may have thought us to be the Bhaalists and were protecting their home. Whether or not this was true, the showing of Greed was also a point which seems to leave her questioning the motivations of others. I spoke to her a little of some of the Values instilled in me; the balance and the Circle of Life. She seems interested; however she is still saddened by what she witnessed. I only hope I can help to brighten her spirits somehow.
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Re: Olann Conwyn
It is cold, terribly cold. She is missing, and I cannot stop worrying about her. Is she ok? Where is she?
I am under a tree, on the lower parts of the Coldpeaks. The snow reaches the first limbs, so I’ve dug myself a ditch under the branches, and covered the entrance with one of my blankets, reinforced with some old branches I found. It’s quite the scene; I sit here in the minimal light, with another blanket wrapped around me and the cold feelings of worry and what if’s swirling through my mind.
It is nearing sunset, and I cannot safely make it back to Nashkel, not in these conditions, and not with the Ice Giant I nearly ran into. He is still nearby. I can sense Ness; she is distant, in a place far warmer than here. I allowed her to continue northward, but I can sense a worry and emptiness from her as well; She has found nothing. Where are you Marjolaine?
I was with Dean, near an Ice Fortress. She was there, with us, and then she was gone. She spoke of needing to go, so I thought nothing of it. Now I worry. I left Beregost after a few days had past, and made it back to the Fortress. Ness was with me, and we found the imprint of what I am sure was her body. Her sword was at her side, and she was in an almost fetal position. Tracks of a large person, not as big as a Giant, maybe some sort of Orc?... Appear and grow heavier. She was taken, but by whom I am uncertain. The tracks lead back to Nashkel, and only if it wasn’t for my fatigue, this cold, and the danger outside of this small shelter, I might be halfway there.
I will find you Marjolaine… whatever it takes, I will find you and bring you back to Beregost, where it is safe.
I am under a tree, on the lower parts of the Coldpeaks. The snow reaches the first limbs, so I’ve dug myself a ditch under the branches, and covered the entrance with one of my blankets, reinforced with some old branches I found. It’s quite the scene; I sit here in the minimal light, with another blanket wrapped around me and the cold feelings of worry and what if’s swirling through my mind.
It is nearing sunset, and I cannot safely make it back to Nashkel, not in these conditions, and not with the Ice Giant I nearly ran into. He is still nearby. I can sense Ness; she is distant, in a place far warmer than here. I allowed her to continue northward, but I can sense a worry and emptiness from her as well; She has found nothing. Where are you Marjolaine?
I was with Dean, near an Ice Fortress. She was there, with us, and then she was gone. She spoke of needing to go, so I thought nothing of it. Now I worry. I left Beregost after a few days had past, and made it back to the Fortress. Ness was with me, and we found the imprint of what I am sure was her body. Her sword was at her side, and she was in an almost fetal position. Tracks of a large person, not as big as a Giant, maybe some sort of Orc?... Appear and grow heavier. She was taken, but by whom I am uncertain. The tracks lead back to Nashkel, and only if it wasn’t for my fatigue, this cold, and the danger outside of this small shelter, I might be halfway there.
I will find you Marjolaine… whatever it takes, I will find you and bring you back to Beregost, where it is safe.
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Re: Olann Conwyn
The next page is ripped out... for what purpose is unknown.....
Mara Irisko - A Loudmouth and Vulgar Woman
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SharpGn2
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Re: Olann Conwyn
There is only good news. Marjolaine strolled into town… she look like hell, but I could never be happier. Dean was angry at her, such was obvious. She faced a light punishment and was welcomed back. And, speaking of Marjolaine,
I gathered the courage and asked Marjolaine to see me, regarding how I feel for her. The result was a bit broken by attacks from Beetles and the like and there she led me to a Lighthouse nearby. There, I spoke the truth… and the result was not what I expected, but good nonetheless. I was surprised to find that my feelings towards her were quite obvious to her. I will not go into detail on the exchange but, I will say it ended with a kiss. My heart still flutters from the thought.
I was promoted to Warden Captain by Dean. With Marjolaine missing he thought of the outcome of himself missing, and, found me to be an able second and, if he did go missing, able to take his place as Commander. I could not be more honored. I have found that being a leader is much tougher than I expected, but also rewarding. I have so far been met with respect and little resistance to any command. Nor have there been any troubles with those serving under me. The temple guards all show a respect to me that before I had not seen. I treat them all as equal; I don’t find it necessary to boss them around, after all, Dean is still very present and likes to dish out orders himself, and delegate duties to me. I write this as I take a break from one of those duties, scheduling the watch rotation for both the Wardens and the Temple Guard.
It is quite a different picture in the town of Beregost.
I’m sure there Is more I could write, but perhaps I should see to this work first…
*Entry ends*
((I took this awhile back, DEC 15 to be exact, and thought I’d add it in))
Olann on patrol near the town of Beregost
I gathered the courage and asked Marjolaine to see me, regarding how I feel for her. The result was a bit broken by attacks from Beetles and the like and there she led me to a Lighthouse nearby. There, I spoke the truth… and the result was not what I expected, but good nonetheless. I was surprised to find that my feelings towards her were quite obvious to her. I will not go into detail on the exchange but, I will say it ended with a kiss. My heart still flutters from the thought.
I was promoted to Warden Captain by Dean. With Marjolaine missing he thought of the outcome of himself missing, and, found me to be an able second and, if he did go missing, able to take his place as Commander. I could not be more honored. I have found that being a leader is much tougher than I expected, but also rewarding. I have so far been met with respect and little resistance to any command. Nor have there been any troubles with those serving under me. The temple guards all show a respect to me that before I had not seen. I treat them all as equal; I don’t find it necessary to boss them around, after all, Dean is still very present and likes to dish out orders himself, and delegate duties to me. I write this as I take a break from one of those duties, scheduling the watch rotation for both the Wardens and the Temple Guard.
It is quite a different picture in the town of Beregost.
I’m sure there Is more I could write, but perhaps I should see to this work first…
*Entry ends*
((I took this awhile back, DEC 15 to be exact, and thought I’d add it in))
Olann on patrol near the town of Beregost
Mara Irisko - A Loudmouth and Vulgar Woman
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SharpGn2
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Re: Olann Conwyn
I write after finding this Journal left at my campsite. I honestly need to keep better care of it..
I Fear someone might have read it. However, there is not much I can do for now.
I write now of what's on my mind.. there is much that may be forgotten due to lack of writing, but these days, I find little time to do so.
I will start with Marjolaine. I was shown some time ago the Druid Grove North of Beregost by Catam, and with his permission, I took her there. I let her take in the sights, and I could tell she appreciated the natural Beauty that was around us. We took a seat on a rock and talked. That was when she revealed to me that she was in another relationship. Despite the fact that I do understand her reasons and have given her my honest full blessings.. It hurts. It is a sting that will not go away. I explained to her the truth that she will always hold a special place in my Heart, no matter what.
Of course, what I did some days later, a prank, may have had her think twice. I have a newfound ability to change my appearance, to practically become something different. The list is limited, and I will not list all here. However, I came upon her and Larissa speaking on the Tradeway and thought I'd try at a little humor. I turned into a blade spider and crawled out of the bushes, stopping near them and shouting hello.
Of course, thier reactions were not so welcome. As I ran I changed back and then again into a Mindflayer. Right... remember not to do that again.
*the journal is blank for a time. its clear the writer did not write for some time*
Marjolaine took a tenday in response, she was furious with me, and, among other things, a comment I said in anger towards her. This has since been resolved, and Dean made aware.
Speaking of Dean, I have another confession to make over my conduct. I went against him when a hostile Woman challenged him to a duel in the middle of town. She would not show her face, and demanded that her and Dean alone move outside of the city. Despite protest from Dean, I insisted she remove her hood so I could get a good look at her. The Warden Larissa and the Recruit Willav were confused between my orders and Deans, and eventually frustrated I pulled her hood back.
The rest is fuzzy. She accosted us however, leaving myself, Larissa and Willav wounded, as well as a Temple Guard that assisted us. I even now question my decision, but if this Woman were to attack on simply showing her face, and come to find out, was a powerful Cleric of Talos... what would she have done if I had left Dean alone?
The other Wardens present agreed to my ideas, but I still feel wrong for going against Dean's orders. I hope, in reflection, no one casts doubt on his decisions because of my own.
Again to Marjolaine, and her 'Rage' I have so recently learned of. I need to find a way to help her. Her Rage and building Anger is stopping her from being happy, something she truly loves and desires. I'm not sure who to go to to quell this Anger. I've a few ideas of my own I think I will attempt... but for now, I intend to keep this matter quiet.
As far as peacekeeping goes, I've had some troubles with some of the Adventurers that pass through the town. Many do not sheath thier weapons; carrying them in a manner that makes the citizens wary. Others plain laugh out loud as I ask them calmly to obey the Laws. I never thought a simple patrol could be so frustrating... but sometimes it is. The carelessness of many folk that come through here is disturbing to me.
*the Entry ends abruptly*
I Fear someone might have read it. However, there is not much I can do for now.
I write now of what's on my mind.. there is much that may be forgotten due to lack of writing, but these days, I find little time to do so.
I will start with Marjolaine. I was shown some time ago the Druid Grove North of Beregost by Catam, and with his permission, I took her there. I let her take in the sights, and I could tell she appreciated the natural Beauty that was around us. We took a seat on a rock and talked. That was when she revealed to me that she was in another relationship. Despite the fact that I do understand her reasons and have given her my honest full blessings.. It hurts. It is a sting that will not go away. I explained to her the truth that she will always hold a special place in my Heart, no matter what.
Of course, what I did some days later, a prank, may have had her think twice. I have a newfound ability to change my appearance, to practically become something different. The list is limited, and I will not list all here. However, I came upon her and Larissa speaking on the Tradeway and thought I'd try at a little humor. I turned into a blade spider and crawled out of the bushes, stopping near them and shouting hello.
Of course, thier reactions were not so welcome. As I ran I changed back and then again into a Mindflayer. Right... remember not to do that again.
*the journal is blank for a time. its clear the writer did not write for some time*
Marjolaine took a tenday in response, she was furious with me, and, among other things, a comment I said in anger towards her. This has since been resolved, and Dean made aware.
Speaking of Dean, I have another confession to make over my conduct. I went against him when a hostile Woman challenged him to a duel in the middle of town. She would not show her face, and demanded that her and Dean alone move outside of the city. Despite protest from Dean, I insisted she remove her hood so I could get a good look at her. The Warden Larissa and the Recruit Willav were confused between my orders and Deans, and eventually frustrated I pulled her hood back.
The rest is fuzzy. She accosted us however, leaving myself, Larissa and Willav wounded, as well as a Temple Guard that assisted us. I even now question my decision, but if this Woman were to attack on simply showing her face, and come to find out, was a powerful Cleric of Talos... what would she have done if I had left Dean alone?
The other Wardens present agreed to my ideas, but I still feel wrong for going against Dean's orders. I hope, in reflection, no one casts doubt on his decisions because of my own.
Again to Marjolaine, and her 'Rage' I have so recently learned of. I need to find a way to help her. Her Rage and building Anger is stopping her from being happy, something she truly loves and desires. I'm not sure who to go to to quell this Anger. I've a few ideas of my own I think I will attempt... but for now, I intend to keep this matter quiet.
As far as peacekeeping goes, I've had some troubles with some of the Adventurers that pass through the town. Many do not sheath thier weapons; carrying them in a manner that makes the citizens wary. Others plain laugh out loud as I ask them calmly to obey the Laws. I never thought a simple patrol could be so frustrating... but sometimes it is. The carelessness of many folk that come through here is disturbing to me.
*the Entry ends abruptly*
Mara Irisko - A Loudmouth and Vulgar Woman