Miritul 4th, 1353
The Journal of Ryma - Entry One
Today was the day I worked up the courage to become an adventurer. Alone, on my own, but for me this is a blessing. I tried to find a companion or acquaintance to travel with, but none would have me. Thus I shall travel these lands alone. Though I will get to how I have come to that decision once I've told you of my day.
My courage came in the form of finally entering the Gate. As I approached, the eager snap of a voice called down from the ramparts. "Sheath your weapon!" Something I thought not to bring, for fear of being attacked by the guard. Such tools were left in the tent. Luckily enough, I found no weapons pointed to me this day. No, instead I found a job. Some man near the docks was looking for someone to deliver a few packages around the town. Though I couldn't help but stay to enjoy the sights. The dreamy sea had a rhythmic pulse to it unmatched by any other part of nature. It forged its own sounds and kindled its own symphony. The quivering sea was hoarding it's mighty power this morning, for such I found myself thankful as I was lost for but a moment in it's beauty. Before long, I moved to get the job done. The roads were not too crowded and the hi-rise was limited to the inner city. As the day progressed, I found the home for each package. Though morning was soon gone, and the sun was above head. I gathered my coin, bought some cloth to fix the hole in my tent, and set out.
I traveled further south, feeling adventerous. I walked across a giant bridge, no doubt it took years to build. At the other end there stood a building. It looked nice enough. An older woman with wispy white hair eased a horse-drawn cart the dirt road, to the far end. She smiled at a man and a woman in their twenties, the man tending to his blade as they readied to make south, the woman putting a few things in a basket. They smiled back. Two children jogged back toward Baldur's Gate, probably off to lunch. I found myself sitting upon some hay, squinting into the sun. Somewhere a hammer struck, then cut short. There were gulls and a scent of the sea. Before long, a woman by the name of Rania came to hold a lengthy conversation with me.
How would I describe this Silverstar of Selune. Perhaps the appropriate word escapes me, and such shall be saved for another time. Eager to share her own ideals of the world, I offered mine. Our perceptions clashed, and we found a different subject to go on about. Soon we found our way to The Friendly Arm. I don't know why they would call this fort an Inn. She showed me two merchants before we ran into a bard. They introduced themselves, and before long I was cast out from the conversation. Not that I mind. Rania made an attempt to allow me to join them in an expedition, but the man known as Gerion would have none of it. He would act as though he did not just meet us in the same moment, you get use to such things in life.
"I don't know you, don't know if you can swing a sword, and we are going to a secret place." He went on to tell Rania he trusted her, because of her cloak. Such is the way of the world for a Tiefling. Why fight the natural order of the world. I shall make enough coin to purchase a boat, and be back on the sea where I belong. Such is a dream for the future. Upon the open sea where I don't need to worry about the whims of man, and can forge out a life doing something simple.
Today was the day I worked up the courage to become an adventurer. Alone, on my own, but for me this is a blessing. I tried to find a companion or acquaintance to travel with, but none would have me. Thus I shall travel these lands alone. Though I will get to how I have come to that decision once I've told you of my day.
My courage came in the form of finally entering the Gate. As I approached, the eager snap of a voice called down from the ramparts. "Sheath your weapon!" Something I thought not to bring, for fear of being attacked by the guard. Such tools were left in the tent. Luckily enough, I found no weapons pointed to me this day. No, instead I found a job. Some man near the docks was looking for someone to deliver a few packages around the town. Though I couldn't help but stay to enjoy the sights. The dreamy sea had a rhythmic pulse to it unmatched by any other part of nature. It forged its own sounds and kindled its own symphony. The quivering sea was hoarding it's mighty power this morning, for such I found myself thankful as I was lost for but a moment in it's beauty. Before long, I moved to get the job done. The roads were not too crowded and the hi-rise was limited to the inner city. As the day progressed, I found the home for each package. Though morning was soon gone, and the sun was above head. I gathered my coin, bought some cloth to fix the hole in my tent, and set out.
I traveled further south, feeling adventerous. I walked across a giant bridge, no doubt it took years to build. At the other end there stood a building. It looked nice enough. An older woman with wispy white hair eased a horse-drawn cart the dirt road, to the far end. She smiled at a man and a woman in their twenties, the man tending to his blade as they readied to make south, the woman putting a few things in a basket. They smiled back. Two children jogged back toward Baldur's Gate, probably off to lunch. I found myself sitting upon some hay, squinting into the sun. Somewhere a hammer struck, then cut short. There were gulls and a scent of the sea. Before long, a woman by the name of Rania came to hold a lengthy conversation with me.
How would I describe this Silverstar of Selune. Perhaps the appropriate word escapes me, and such shall be saved for another time. Eager to share her own ideals of the world, I offered mine. Our perceptions clashed, and we found a different subject to go on about. Soon we found our way to The Friendly Arm. I don't know why they would call this fort an Inn. She showed me two merchants before we ran into a bard. They introduced themselves, and before long I was cast out from the conversation. Not that I mind. Rania made an attempt to allow me to join them in an expedition, but the man known as Gerion would have none of it. He would act as though he did not just meet us in the same moment, you get use to such things in life.
"I don't know you, don't know if you can swing a sword, and we are going to a secret place." He went on to tell Rania he trusted her, because of her cloak. Such is the way of the world for a Tiefling. Why fight the natural order of the world. I shall make enough coin to purchase a boat, and be back on the sea where I belong. Such is a dream for the future. Upon the open sea where I don't need to worry about the whims of man, and can forge out a life doing something simple.