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Wherever I may go: The Journal of Aiden Vega

Unread post by athornforyourheart » Tue Jan 15, 2019 6:02 pm

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It is unlike me to keep records of my own doings. To be quite honest, I never found myself to be much a writer unless you count reports from my service in Cormyr. I always found it hard to articulate into words correctly events that have taken place, let alone how my memory operates to this day. I suppose a good start to this would be to gather a quick recollection of faces of friends and enemy I’ve managed to gain in my past. I had to pause on the thought of enemies. By the gods I was such a horrible person. Surely, Daiimius was my punishment or perhaps I should call him what most on The Coast called him back then, The Trickster. I thought to write on more on the topic concerning this entity, but I am not ready. I shall retreat from the thought in the moment.

I’ve been away from the Coast for nearly four long years. I’ve come to learn that is long enough to resurface and find that most people you knew, are either no longer, or long gone. My good friend Ylleri or “Knives” as most knew you as… I miss you so much. The thought of I turning cheek to your presence haunts me, the tears on such thoughts have gathered on many silent nights. I never told you about “him”, the darker side of Aiden… I never let you in. I pray that you are well, back in Amn, perhaps settled down from the traveler you were, and happy.

Julindra, long do I yearn to here you voice again in melodious manner. Truly, you were the greatest bardest on The Sword Coast. During my transformation I found myself repelling from your sights. I am ashamed. If the past could be revisited, surely, you would be among the one’s I would’ve wished to embrace in good friendship just one more time. We battled the crazed Harvester years back side by side. Your bravery was known and a trait I could only ever hope to achieve. Last I saw you , Ivan The Druid held your heart, he was a good man and such a prize a good man would deserve. I pray Julindra that happiness escorts you wherever you may go.

Ivan the Druid. A wise man and caring. Despite my turning to a darker side you kept your peace with me and yet I judged you every time – at least, that “side” of me did. I know not of where you are these days but I could only imagine you are with Julindra and happy. Perhaps children… little Ivan’s running about. The thought of retired travelers in such scenarios does bring a smile upon my face. All in all, I wish you well.



Annaliza.. Annaliza Heart. Gods, I am not ready to do this…



**this page on the journal has a few blotches of ink blurred as it would seem drops of water fell upon its surface.

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My first journal page and I already destroyed its introduction with unorganized chatter. I’ll try this again.

First and foremost, I am ashamed I did not mention Iolanna on the first page of this book. Without her, I confess, I would not be breathing this day and all days prior to her grace. I stumbled upon Iolanna’s grove three years and some months ago. To this day I am unsure of the date. I remember falling over a cliff being too weak to hold up my own weight any longer after days of travelling in the wilds with no food or shelter. Now that I think back to those few days… I was too desperate to escape the hand of Daiimius that I didn’t think twice to stop and hunt something. Either way, perhaps it was Eldath herself guiding me, surely, it was her. Even now as I think back, I did not come across a single stray while in those wilds. I find this odd considering that day I met Iolanna, I spotted many on a day. Yes, perhaps it was some divine intervention that scurried all animals away so that I may fatigue only opening all pathways to meet one of her own, Iolanna. Wow, strange how being able to sit and write I now across these thoughts, nay, revelations. I would die for Iolanna. Rest assured there is no hidden subtext behind that truth.


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I thought highly of myself in the past, perhaps cocky. Ignorance was a jewel that stood upon my self-proclaimed crown of conceited chivalry. I wanted to be good when I first came to the coast. Hearing stories of now Lord Eldarian, Sir Jonas, and Lady Elvina. People worthy of regard and those I admired, unlike myself, a fool with two blades. Iolanna preaches that I shouldn’t chastise myself so much. That it hinders my growth. Perhaps I should adhere to that advise in this moment lest I continue to pound my name into the mud.
It feels good to get these words out, even if on paper. However, I would like to continue this journey into my past and taking note of those who played a role in my past. I should be careful however not to awaken memories that should not be touched….

Oh Telia


**the page ends with a block of text the scribbled out**

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I was advised that I should write both past and present when scribing upon these pages. It was sound advice from someone who bears wisdom. I shall attempt in my best effort to carry out this writing technique. Perhaps it will even serve as an aid when my mind becomes entrapped in memories of the past.

Yes, I last mentioned Telia. The Sorceress... the once forbidden apple of my eye. I suppose I could rave on about Telia for days but just as I will with Annaliza, I shall do with Telia and tread carefully on these parchments what I choose to write, what I choose to remember… and what I choose, nay, want to forget.

But why would I wish to forget Telia? She brought me joy in those times. Well, more so to a darker side of me… unbeknownst. I always knew she was a good woman despite having heard the rumors after I was taken from the Coast. I heard she married a Knight by the name Ameris, a man I shared words with on one occasion… and the occasion was in reference to Telia. How foolish I feel now. I could have never measured up to such a man of quality. I knew of Ameris from the rumors I occasionally heard and a person I so often saw travelling along the Coast. Why do I envy such men in this day? For in those days, I held them with no regard. Now I read about stories of their valor like a child at night before bed time. Perhaps that says more about myself now… I yearn to be someone others look upon, with honor.

One day at a time Aiden.

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I had to pause on my writing for the day to recapture my thoughts. Admittedly I needed a moment to release some tears… this is a good thing. Tears of the past are just remnants of a world forgotten. To the ground they are cast and to the ground they stay.

I miss her and I shall halt there on the matter. I pray, in humblest form, she is alive, well, and free of any turmoil. I shall revisit you soon both here on this parchment and in memory.

So… tracking to the present. I’ve acquainted with Sir Aaron again as I once did in the past. I owe this man much more than I could offer. When I was not well he never shun his back to me. Nay, instead he continued to befriend me. I was lucky to have such a friend then.

I recall the day I fell… and met a certain death before Annaliza Heart and Lady Cecilia Layafette. That was reckoning day indeed. The day “he” was born. Aaron was there and yet remained days after. He saw my transformation, my torment, and my disgust. I remember him serving The Order of The Silver Rose in those days. Now he is a knight in The Radiant Heart. The number of the year may have changed but surely his will to serve a greater good never did.

I was pleased to see Aaron still bears the ring once placed upon my body when I was once dead. T’was a ring bearing his family crest… I forget though, how he came upon owning that ring again. Something tells me that’s a memory I don’t want to remember. When the memory does come to me I shall make note of it here.
His seal is worthy of note. A Lion on a shield with two swords. Ribbon across the bottom of the shield revealing the words that inhabit the values of his family name: Faith, Family, and Fortitude.

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Without contest Sir Aaron holds true to those words. Thank you Aaron, for always being there for me.



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and slowly I find myself more at peace with my choice to return. To see Terri once again brought me none other than pure joy. I felt secure in her presence. Perhaps it is her welcoming and outgoing spirit that draws so many in. I was certain that I would never see her again when I first arrived having seen the Phoenix Lodge and not hearing of her being around. Of course now I realize she was just on her own journey away from the Coast. I am glad she is back, along with Vendor.

Terri was always fond to me. Sani and Mercury however, were not. Mercury Dreskia… I am forced to shake my head in remembrance as I write. He and I always had this unwritten rivalry – at least in those days. He always struck me as a dominant type who revered in his own power. I suppose I was no better back then but I could admit I was at least more subtle about it. I remember battling him a few times both in matters of words and actions. He was undead, at least part of him. I vaguely recall when Daiimius stripped Mercury of his armor showing me his arm. Yes, that was the day I pieced together why I could never find a vital striking point on his body on those times we battled. It was for the sake of Terri I chose to keep my peace with it. Surely she would have been devastated if I ousted her then fiance’ as dabbler of the dark arts. Even in those days with my mentality being where it was, I would never have considered hurting Terri in such a manner.

Terri has yet to reveal to me the full story of Mercury and what has happened to him since my leave. That is however her own story to tell when and if she ever feels I should know. Other than that, it is not of my business, respectively.

Sani, oddly enough, I do miss. I heard about what happened to her and it still baffles when every time I think about it. I don’t know what I could say in terms of Sani other than thank you for giving me the pleasure of knowing you for that short time. We didn’t start out as friends but I’d like to imagine we departed as so.

I was happy to introduce Iolanna to Terri though I advised Lana to maintain her distance from any faction at the moment. This is not because there are factions that I trust more than others, but because I’d like Lana to stay out of the politics of men. Such things can be quite chaotic and dangerous. I know she has reached out to the Elder Circle in hopes of continuing her training as a Druid and I know she means well by it. Since Queen Dharva Scatterheart has given her responsibilities I have seen another admirable side of her… the need to protect. I can’t help but soften at the thought. There are a great amount of evils in this world and many who, by no fault of their own, are not as suited to protect themselves as we are. I will protect Iolanna and continue to serve the people of Greenest with her as I strive to stay on the path of Eldath.

I saw Wren the other day by the watch tower. I’ve yet to draw the nerve to walk up to her… I feel I would need an agenda of conversation to do so. She always seems “ready for business” which is a good quality in a commander. I can’t just stroll up and pitch conversations of the weather though truthfully I feel that is something that may have to happen in order to break apart that wall of fear in me. What is it in me that keeps drawing me away from those wanting to do well upon the world? I want to say it’s just a matter of unsettled nerves but I know the truth…. It’s shame.

Shame. Shame of what I was… what I’ve done. This is something I will rid of one day. I swear it by my father’s name, I will.

The Northern Watch.



Aiden Vega of The Northern Watch. It has a nice ring to it though… I wonder would Iolanna would think.

As if I had a chance.


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The recent days were inspired. I found myself travelling with Kruegar, a knight of The Radiant Heart. Kruegar is a good man and fine swordsman. We met up near Soubar. It had been years since I’ve visited the Greypeaks and I contemplated on the thought of going alone if at all. The fire giants there do not take kindly to intruders especially when most intruders are there to rob them of their spoils and riches. I had only wanted to go so that I may properly map the place as it has been a side mission of mine to catalog the area. Kruegar offered to escort me through the hills and to decline would've been foolish.

I watched him call upon his God in prayer. It was a remarkable scene and when the prayers ceased his body was illuminated with strange colors and glows. He gave me a few of his blessings and for that I was grateful. I never practiced magic as it was never really a trait the Vega family carried on with. My distant cousin Tristan Vega served as a war wizard in Cormyr but he and I never shared much words that I could comment further on the matter.

The trip was a few hours. We scurried along a few of the mountain sides fending off fire giants that seemed repulsed by our sight. We eventually ran into a Balor. Kruegar’s poise was an intimidating one insomuch the Balor only focused on him. I took the opportunity to strike at its flank attempting to find it’s vital points. After some time, he weakened, then flew off. We were victorious. I tried to be as humble as I could about it but I felt a surge of adrenaline soar through my viens.. it reminded me of battle. And nothing is more rewarding in battle than sweet victory. I confess that I should not feed into this feeling so much.

I took note of a phrase he spoke:

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On our return to the farmlands outside of Baldur’s Gate we came across Mendel.

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I worried about Mendel and Nai… and the elves of En Dharasha Everae. I can never forget the first time I fought side by side with these elves. This was on the bridge near Soubar. We faced off with a mighty band of warriors whose presence, if I recall correctly, were associated with Darkhold. The battle was fast, violent, and bloody. I still get amazed when I think back to that moment. How did I end up being the last one standing? Around me… fifteen or so dead assassins… along with Mendel and his elven companions. Nai had been petrified which I believe spared her from being cut down. Luckily I was able to cure her status with a wand I carried in the case I ever found wanderers along the way to Durlag’s Tower having fell victim to a basilisk's gaze. Thinking back to that day I was amazed that with proper magic Nai and I were able to carry eight bodies to the local priests for healing. Of course, Nai, being the powerful dragon she was didn’t have as much of a struggle as I did. I treasure that battle as one of my best despite my years in military service. I, for the first time since arriving to the Coast in those years, felt useful.

Seeing Mendel expelled a sigh of relief in me. I worried for the elves in the North amidst the chaos of devils emerging. We shared words and I felt compelled to gift him with a sword I have found recently. One that I knew would help him in defending his village. I also felt it was a necessary gift from one warrior to another.

Iolanna met up with us while we conversed and not before long we (Sir Aaron, Sir Kruegar, Sam, Mendel Iolanna, and myself) set out on a patrol up north to the Reaching Woods.

Iolanna had been wanting to collect herbs and flora from the Eldathian Pool there. She was so happy and I was quite taken by the manner of respect and regard Mendel bestowed upon her. When we reached the the site I took a moment to pray.

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I will head back toward Greenest soon to catch up with The Rocky Trade Company. I has been some days since I’ve seen Jackard and Solomon. I pray they are well. Recently I was questioned about the Rocky Trade and I was proud to say that there was no a single negative thought that came to mind. They mean well and only hope to see the area of Greenest thrive. I do hope the preparations to move some refugees to Greenest are finalized soon.


Hm...
I saw a Sunite the other day… it reminded me of Annaliza. I wonder if she still has the ring that I gave her in proposal. I imagine I’d be long forgotten by now… so most likely not. Perhaps I could find a local temple of Sune and inquire of her whereabouts there. I’ll make a note to do just that.

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Journal, a great amount of time has passed since I last scribbled upon you words of memories and events past. I will attempt, at my greatest effort, to recollect on recent activities.

I was able to muster up the courage and visit the High Priestess of Sune and I am proud to admit that her consultation has certainly paid off. She was able to open my eyes and help me understand better the ways of The Lady of Love. I mustn’t deny my heart the pleasure of love no longer though I shall forever continue to chastise myself for wronging Annaliza the way I did. Instead I shall take lesson of my time with Annaliza and see is applied in new endeavors. To never stray from one’s love and never turn away heart’s desires. To the woman whose hands my frail heart shall crumble into I pray you show me the commitment Annaliza once did. Love me unconditionally and manage to see past my flaws the beauty of what a humble man can offer. See past my scars knowing that through Eldath’s blessings I have learned to appreciate such wounds. It is in those wounds I found myself a better man. In turn, I shall devote to you my essence, my body, and all else that I can offer to you. I shall place you near my rib so that you may be by my side and equal to me. Near my heart… to be loved. And under my arm so that I may protect you. My life, I swear it, shall find itself paying the forfeit before I shall ever allow the grasp of death near you. Yes, I will be better and use each day to build upon that foundation. Thank you High Priestess Adelaide, to you, I owe my graces.

Adelaide was able to contact Annaliza and pass along word to her that I have returned. I was thrilled to know she is still around and has settled with a new lover though admittedly I felt a pinch in my heart when I got news of her moving on. The pinch was but a reaction knowing another has taken to her arms. Overall, I am happy for her and her new partner. May they find “forever’s” in their future together.

I have with me a letter to Annaliza that Adelaide will deliver for me due to the small fact that Annaliza did not want to see me. I should have been more humble to the news received yet I cannot be truly be convinced that my past should go without reprimand. I just need to see her face one more time… to hold her as I once did and tell her I am sorry for the pain I caused her. Just one more time… but, for the time being this letter will do.

Annaliza of my heart,

There are no words, not matter how great nor descriptive, that can bear the truth in my sorrow and regret I had brought upon you in those dark days. I found myself on many nights spelled to silence and deep in thought of all the tribulations I placed upon you. I loved you, I did, but like a child who doesn’t understand the concept of sharing, I always took, and gave nothing in return. Annaliza, I beg of you, your pardon and forgiveness for being so foolish.

When I first saw you east of Baldur’s Gate walking across a bridge I knew surely you would be the woman I would hold one day. I followed you that day into the Gate and surprisingly enough I was able to be nonchalant. You turned away from the local blacksmith and passed me by with a simple smile – I smiled but nearly fainted in my state of panic. Nay, never have I forgotten the day Annaliza Heart graced with her presence for the very first time. Such privileges should be reserved for the gods and yet, I stood there, lucky enough to be so. I remind you of this… to remind you of the man that you knew and not the man that I became when he who shall not worthy of being named corrupted my soul. I yearn not to draw you along a path of reminiscence but to help you see the greatness in yourself. The beauty of your soul and purity of your heart. I have prayed that The Lady Firehair bless your days with amounts of love so unreal a dream would not compare. Surely, I must have tested your faith in love and The Lady of Love will see your resilience and shine upon in all of your days.

I pray one day that you and I may see each other face to face again but all matters take time... and wounds heal slowly. Please know that I did not flee from you… the story of my disappearance is one of terror, sorrow, and retribution. Certainly a story to be heard rather than mentioned in notes and letters. And you, above all else, deserve to know this truth, when and if you shall ever inquire of me.

Adelaide tells me you’re happy and it beams upon my heart to hear this. Happiness is but a fraction of what I feel you deserve. I love you Annaliza… and though, we are moved onto the next chapter in our lives I know this love is for what you are to me and always will be. Annaliza Heart, Lady of Sune, Thank you for loving me when I couldn’t love myself.

*Aiden would then cry in silence in those last words.*

Undeservingly,

Aiden Vega

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//please forgive the typos

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((placesaver for ambush pt. 2))

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