Baelather's Journal

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Baelather sat back in a chair within his room at the Friendly Arm inn, the plopplopplopplop ... plop plop of rain being heard outside. A lit candle on a desk flickering, causing his eyes to glint. Taking a deep breath, he leaned forward, taking a quill and dipping it in ink. Opening the book he decided would be his journal. Deciding that with all the new experiences he'd have, and things he'd learn. Keeping a written record was a no-brainer.

"Now, what first... what first." Left eyebrow sliding up, a smile crept onto the Elf's face.

I have recently arrived in Baldur's Gate, which doesn't seem to be the worst place in the world. There are all kinds of people around here - a lot of them are Elves, surprisingly. I've found that most of the Elves are likable. Some of them are a bit iffy. One of them is particularly angry. His heart seems to be in the right place, but he's even more hot-headed than I can be. The one who impressed me the most is Rhys, though. He's both a powerful wizard AND a walking history book. (He's also a faithful of Corellon.)

Plopplopplopplop.... He rose the quill from the page, looking over it and checking for any errors. In apparent though as to whether he should stop. Deciding he wasn't done yet, he dipped the quill again. Putting it to the page facing the one he'd just filled.

"That'll be good for the first part - I suppose I'll write something about the others too. It might come in handy."

Other than Elves, I've met mostly humans. Though there was a particularly annoying little shit of a gnome. These humans have a much larger "range" as I'll put it. There are ones like that Paladin, Lance. Who seem to be genuinely good men. Others are educated - I suspect many of them Wizards. Leading into the humans who are VERY angry most of the time it would seem. There is also that extremely jolly woman, Scarlett. Hopefully she'll never catch me out of armor again. Last, and least are those Red Wizards of Thay. Helping in any way to get them as far away from this land as possible is high on my list of things to do, but in the same time high on my things that are hard to achieve.

Baelather let out a bit of a groan. Pulling the quill up again - he was done for now. Perhaps he would soon write a letter to his family. But he wasn't going to do that tonight. And the rain had stopped - he smiled, leaving the journal open so it would dry without problem. Gently he went, and blew out the candle. It was more of a luxury anyway. Being an Elf, he didn't need it - but it was nice to write by. Sliding the chair back - he stood up and changed into his lighter clothes. Laying his armor in the chest at the end of his bed.

"I do hope I can accomplish something more impressive tomorrow." He said, laying down on the bed, entering reverie. Silently reminding himself he'd need to learn to sleep on self command.

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Crom...nom...nom..siiiippp Baelather sat back in his chair with his meal - once again at his room within the Friendly Arm Inn. Happy to not be in a dragon's belly - or simply melted and bunt with acid.In fact - he'd decided that it was time to start wearing his Black Dragon Plate. Sadly it wasn't from the Dragon he'd helped he Doron Amar (And Lance and that lady with the Tower Shield) kill.Though mostly he stood in the back and watched for any Drow, or other bad things. Taking a quill, he dipped it in ink to write again in his journal.

"That was... something. I do wish I'd got to do something more in there. Bael let out a kind of half hearted sigh.

Not but a few hours ago. I was in the lower levels of a tower not far from Doron Amar - but it was much closer to Gullykin. (I really hope we don't scare the Halflings by walking around there in such numbers - but I think we annoyed those two guards more than anything else.) The area was full of... giant crabs, scary cat things, Drow, and a small black dragon. I didn't see too much of the dragon. Rhys was a walking history book again. I'll need to get used to that. I also think I'll never get to see him exude his full power. For all I know he could just be playing around with whatever we end up fighting.

He pulled the quill up nomnomsiiippnom taking a bite out of his food, sipping from his water. "Mmmmmmm" Taking a moment, he looked over what he wrote - before dipping the quill in the ink again.

I also met Tyressen today, I think he may be one of the most important people I'll work with whilst staying at Doron Amar. He's agreed to train me as a Swordsman - and he was the third and final signature for my entry into the Doron Amar. He referred to himself as the best, and from what I saw within the ruins - he certainly earned the title. Another thing he mentioned was that Rhys once cloned him. I really wonder how that works. Chances are he probably could've easily defeated the Dragon himself. It was mentioned that Dragon was really young too. So probably less of a challenge than I'd even expect.

Cromnormnomnomsipnomsip he finished his meal, setting it aside as he began to finish off his journal for the day. "Just about done..."

I also met that favoured and her brother. I wish we'd been able to tie the brother to a tree.

Getting up from his chair, he left the journal open - setting the quill to the side. He changed out of his armor, and sat upon the bed - entering reverie.

[Coreska]

Rsshrshhhshshrshrhs Today found Baelather in a tent, sliding a bit in it - he'd put it on wet grass. Which was by compared to rest of his bad ideas. One of his better plans of the day. Considering his other plans included being beaten by trolls - and being nearly killed by a Skeleton Mage. But the company he kept during both those encounters luckily kept him alive. Today, he had truly learnt what it meant to be a meat shield. As well as a skilled Rock Catcher.

"I'll really need to begin to remember to ward myself to protect against spells before I run through the Fields of the Dead again." He groaned running his hand through hair, letting it down from it's knot. He settled a little cup of ink on the flattest spot he could find, dipping in a quill and starting to work on his journal.

Earlier this day, I went adventuring with Saline - later on with Celuren and... Narindir? As well. Either way I learned the trolls up in the Ford are significantly stronger than the ones near Candlekeep. As are the Ogres - and the Undead are pretty strong too. Lucky for me, Saline is an extremely skilled archer. Celuren and Narindir are both arcane magic users. I really did just sit around getting beaten into an Elfy pulp. Eventually we headed back to Baldur's Gate - Narindir fell and I ran him off to a Church to have the Priest resurrect him. I'd just prepared my spells, or I would've. Later we went to the Mines in Cloakwood. I need to stop writing in my journal in a tent.

Baelather let out a grunt, he put a cap on ink. Putting the quill away, looking out his tent a moment. Entering a state of lesser reverie. He hadn't written much today.

[Coreska]

WarRobesBlades
Baelather sat in a room within the Feldepost Inn. He simply sat in the candle light - thinking of the snow falling outside. Of the talk he'd just had. And more importantly of the blood that would soon deface that snow - and how that talk had applied to his own feelings. Opening a bottle of ink, he dipped a quill into it - starting to write his journal.

I am a shield. A shield defends, a shield is led by an arm. The arm leading me is Corellon Larethian. But even then, I know what is around me - as a good shield does. I've begun to understand it is not nice - though this is common knowledge. For most. My respect for Tyressen grows with each time I converse with him it seems. His ideals are for the most part understandable - and in that I am a mirror. I'll remember the conversation we had today. And I'll do as he asked. I'd planned to do it in the first place after all.

After this text, there was a rip in the page - Baelather had written something down. But he hadn't wanted anyone to read it if this journal fell into the wrong hands. Leaving the journal open to dry, he got comfortable on the bed and entered reverie. Knowing he'd need this rest - soon he may not get a chance to get any.