Duma's Journal

[Duma]

This journal is a brief summary of events that have happened so far.
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Let those who worship evil's might

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I spent the day travling through the plains, and found refuge in a small village. But before I could get a decent rest the village was beset by bandits. The Flash Bandits by nature, at least according to the survivors have never been an organized lot. However this attack on the village was planned accordingly, a few members posed as guards, and civilians, in order to create organized chaos. The village was lost to fire, but a majority of the civilians survived. Killed the leader of the Flash Bandits. Beheaded "Flash" and put it on display. It caused enough fear and panic among the bandit group to flee. Lingered with the survivors until they arrived at another village.

In need of Training

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Managed to make my way over to Bern through the plains. Sought shelter through the mercenary guild. Spent a few days there working for food and shelter. Managed to part way tutor a young archer, named Marshall. The kid shows potential, but he serei.. seriously needs some more practice. Managed to avoid getting shot by arrows. Ended the lesson in the late evening hours. Went back on the road again, this time towards Lycia.

Note to self Still haven't actually seen any wyverns.

Bael Hunt

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Managed to make my way into Lycia. The Merc guild pointed me towards Thira for an unsual kind of job. It seems that the fairy tales about monsters and the dead returning to the earth are true. Learned that first hand. Me and a rag-tag group of fighters managed to help rid Thira from a minor infestation of Baels. Met some new people. Yorick, Battle harden pirate maiden who specializes fighting with many weapons. Vincent young mercenary with a peculiar sword. Good kid. Ajari, fighter who specializes in fighting with her fists and has a mean kick. Kyle, quiet guy, archer. Oglaf, main head honcho of Thira. Large man, big heart, lumberjack. Anyway, the bael fight was tough. I severely underestimated the power of monsters. And these spiders were giant! The lot of us barely managed to survive the whole encounter. I lost my sword in the battle and suffered quite a few broken ribs. But the spiders themselves were destroyed, due to Ajari punching them to death, barrels of oil that were lit on fire and went boom. Currently recuperating in Thira's inn under Oglaf's care.


*note. Baels- giant spiders. Bite are Poison. Ambush predators. Mates pair up. Fire works well.

PS- Spoke to Yorick at the pub. Swapped stories about our lives. We've agreed to meet up in Taras sometime in late winter. Hopefully we can make it into Sacae's Bulgar before the Spring Festival starts. Remember to buy plum wine for the ceremonies. Find Elder Lan or her tribe and arrange for sleeping conditions.

Performance of Sword

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Writing this one in the dead of night. Got lost in the plains. Again. Came across a ruined village. Spent the night here in the company of two swordsman. A young rouge named Ryuzaki. Whom I suspect is an assassin given the skill level with his blade. We dueled. Never saw a man melt into the shadows like that. It was pretty cool. And the other swordsman, a elder sir named Haschel. He observed the match. Polite sir but I did not have a chance to witness his fighting skill. Seemed to be interested in my Adept... ability. Come morning we will head off in our separate ways. Unknown if we will ever meet again.

Note to self, Continue training on Adept. Was quite fatigued afterwards.


Hot Springs Retreat

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Made my way into Illia... Ilia? Iilia? Illa. The pegasus lady lands. Under Oglaf's suggestion, he told me to try to find a town called Elksprings. I haven't been this far north before. Cold and snow is everywhere. Pine trees are a thing here. They have a nice refreshing scent. Found the town. It makes a living by renting out it's hotsprings for bathing. Public baths are a thing here. Felt odd to have people stare. BUT! I have never felt so clean in my life. The hot water did wonders to ease the pain and tension I still feel after the incident with the baels. Managed to do some laundry too. Need to make this place a regular stop next time I'm in Ill... here.

Odd Jobs

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Campfire Conversations

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It's late. I'm in Sacae again. Currently sharing my camp with a young shaman named Drei. The poor kid's been recently orphaned. Apparently he came from a theater troupe of shamans, called the Traveling Eclipse Circus. The body has great talent with manipulating the shadows. The world was robbed of a great performance. Curse you Eturia and your hypocrisy! I got a crash course in Dark or Ancient Magic. It is very different when compared to Mila's Anima. They have a link with something called the Nether... Neither? Nether. It's some sort of dark entity that allows shamans to use their spells. Apparently the cost to it.. is your soul and sanity. But only if you let it consume you. I suppose it is like with any substance. Got into a bit of a phyliy.. phyla? philosophical discussion with the boy. It seems I have much to learn. I agreed to take him to a town that's about two days away from Bulgar. Shame I cannot escort him the rest of the way, but I have business elsewhere.

A duel Before Departure

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Enter Sacae The sea of Green

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