17th of Othen, 2734.
I returned to town not an hour ago and already I notice the difference in people's glances. Immediatly they had me taken to the healers for an examination, and now I lay on a bed waiting for them to "drive the curse from my body". Appearently, they deduce that wether I was running into the woods of my own volition or ifI was truly chasing Soriel Daw, I am possessed either way. Whatever their beleifs truly be I do not worry, I knwo of the spell that they intend to cast, and it is harmless.
I have almost entirely worn out my welcome here anyway. I have decided to attempt to enter into the dwarven city. They may not be the most welcoming, but they keep records efficiently, and carve them into stone. Maybe I can find some reference to Soriel in their histories.
After that, north, to any of the major cities. Maybe I will stop by Copperstone on the way, see if their small library has anything. They may have heard news about the witch killing. I guess now is as good a time as any to follow the leads of the Emissarian.
Friday, August 26, 2011
Tuesday, August 23, 2011
The grave chase.
16th of Othen, 2734.
Finally, my hands have stopped quivering enough to pen the events of last night. Still to this moment, shock and horror grip my chest, as I undoubtedly try to convince myself both that it did, and did not happen. Such is the effect of Soriel Daw on me... inner conflict.
I remember sitting in the glade. Pondering him, wondering if he had really been there. The rustling that I had assumed was children, apparently was not. This was not given me by evidence however... I just... felt it. While sitting in that warm sun, with peace and tranquility flooding my mind, I suddenly felt a hot coal on my back. A searing shock crawled up my body and sent me to panic. I whipped around. Nothing. Nothing but shaking branches from where he had once stood. I remember pausing, gasping, and wishing my body to move. To give chase, but my knees were locked, and it took more than a gargantuan strain to pry myself away from the earth and set off in the direction of the spy. At first, I stumbled a little, grasping at branches and trucks to stabilize myself. But as the realization set in, I sprinted. It was more of a charge than a run of swiftness. I barreled head first into the thick brush that gathers in that area of the forest. I could still hear him...
He weaved constantly. Trying to break of my trail. I would come around a corner, and hear his sound behind me. Though terrifying I continued towards the runner, desiring nothing more than for him to get away and for me to catch him at the same time. I cannot tell you how long or how far I ran. It was a staggering distance. My legs were furious with me. Burning like I have never known. I cannot imagine that I ran any less than 35 miles from the glade straight into the forest. After all, I now sit on the edge of the Togric Canyon. From here I can almost see the stone door of the dwarven city... I have never done anything so intense in all my days...
In the end, I broke out of the forest upon the canyon. His sound was gone to the winds and I collapsed to the ground wretching what was left of my midday meal over the cliff side. I cannot remember a pain as great as my body's groaning and pleading. It is strange how event like these can so cloud your vision, that you feel the need to do ANYTHING to end the pain... I considered even throwing myself from the ledge. And yet, I managed to open my journal and pen a few words. A few words that, I might add, took me almost an hour to write. By this time my legs had finished bruising and I tended to myself as well as possible. At least the rock was cool to the touch. I fell asleep where I lay, not daring to move anything I didn't have to. This morning, my legs would not move, and I was gripped with an insatiable thirst. having very few senses to my disposal, I listened hard to the distance. There is was, the cool rush of a waterfall.
Now that I think of it, my ears have played a very significant role in this last day...
I hurried in the direction of the water, pulling myself mostly by my arms to a small brook that splashed down into a greater waterfall in a sort of "Y" shape. I do not know what these twin falls are called, but I named them Orlasia, or in case you do not know Elvish, "Charity Given Me." I have never tasted anything so utterly divine in all my time. And not only because I was ravaged with thirst, but also because it was the clearest, coolest, most pure water I had ever tasted. The dwarves do not know what they are missing just outside their doors.
It is here that I sit. Next to a fall, my feet dangling over the cliff, thinking about what he might have been doing. I cannot imagine the thoughts he thought. Did he wonder why I was there? Did he think I was there for him? did he know I am collecting information? All I know is that I was close, ever so close at catching a glimpse of the greatest mystery this world has ever known. It slipped through my fingers, and yet I cannot bring myself to feel anger at my inability to catch him. The fact is... I was close. And that itself is enough to make me smile... and fear.
The event did not come without a price. Even now I nurse the scratches that tore into my skin from low hanging branches. I must have run into some poisonous reeds, for my left side is breaking out in rash. On top of all this, I have not eaten in two days, and already it is bearing down on the evening. I will stay here another day, thought my heart tells me that I must return to the village. It reminds me every few seconds that he could be watching again.
But this is my reality. I must live it, for as long as it allows me to live.
Finally, my hands have stopped quivering enough to pen the events of last night. Still to this moment, shock and horror grip my chest, as I undoubtedly try to convince myself both that it did, and did not happen. Such is the effect of Soriel Daw on me... inner conflict.
I remember sitting in the glade. Pondering him, wondering if he had really been there. The rustling that I had assumed was children, apparently was not. This was not given me by evidence however... I just... felt it. While sitting in that warm sun, with peace and tranquility flooding my mind, I suddenly felt a hot coal on my back. A searing shock crawled up my body and sent me to panic. I whipped around. Nothing. Nothing but shaking branches from where he had once stood. I remember pausing, gasping, and wishing my body to move. To give chase, but my knees were locked, and it took more than a gargantuan strain to pry myself away from the earth and set off in the direction of the spy. At first, I stumbled a little, grasping at branches and trucks to stabilize myself. But as the realization set in, I sprinted. It was more of a charge than a run of swiftness. I barreled head first into the thick brush that gathers in that area of the forest. I could still hear him...
He weaved constantly. Trying to break of my trail. I would come around a corner, and hear his sound behind me. Though terrifying I continued towards the runner, desiring nothing more than for him to get away and for me to catch him at the same time. I cannot tell you how long or how far I ran. It was a staggering distance. My legs were furious with me. Burning like I have never known. I cannot imagine that I ran any less than 35 miles from the glade straight into the forest. After all, I now sit on the edge of the Togric Canyon. From here I can almost see the stone door of the dwarven city... I have never done anything so intense in all my days...
In the end, I broke out of the forest upon the canyon. His sound was gone to the winds and I collapsed to the ground wretching what was left of my midday meal over the cliff side. I cannot remember a pain as great as my body's groaning and pleading. It is strange how event like these can so cloud your vision, that you feel the need to do ANYTHING to end the pain... I considered even throwing myself from the ledge. And yet, I managed to open my journal and pen a few words. A few words that, I might add, took me almost an hour to write. By this time my legs had finished bruising and I tended to myself as well as possible. At least the rock was cool to the touch. I fell asleep where I lay, not daring to move anything I didn't have to. This morning, my legs would not move, and I was gripped with an insatiable thirst. having very few senses to my disposal, I listened hard to the distance. There is was, the cool rush of a waterfall.
Now that I think of it, my ears have played a very significant role in this last day...
I hurried in the direction of the water, pulling myself mostly by my arms to a small brook that splashed down into a greater waterfall in a sort of "Y" shape. I do not know what these twin falls are called, but I named them Orlasia, or in case you do not know Elvish, "Charity Given Me." I have never tasted anything so utterly divine in all my time. And not only because I was ravaged with thirst, but also because it was the clearest, coolest, most pure water I had ever tasted. The dwarves do not know what they are missing just outside their doors.
It is here that I sit. Next to a fall, my feet dangling over the cliff, thinking about what he might have been doing. I cannot imagine the thoughts he thought. Did he wonder why I was there? Did he think I was there for him? did he know I am collecting information? All I know is that I was close, ever so close at catching a glimpse of the greatest mystery this world has ever known. It slipped through my fingers, and yet I cannot bring myself to feel anger at my inability to catch him. The fact is... I was close. And that itself is enough to make me smile... and fear.
The event did not come without a price. Even now I nurse the scratches that tore into my skin from low hanging branches. I must have run into some poisonous reeds, for my left side is breaking out in rash. On top of all this, I have not eaten in two days, and already it is bearing down on the evening. I will stay here another day, thought my heart tells me that I must return to the village. It reminds me every few seconds that he could be watching again.
But this is my reality. I must live it, for as long as it allows me to live.
Sunday, August 21, 2011
It was not children...
15th of Othen 2734
I write this, sitting on the edge of a cliff. Shivering, chilled, I send you this message to remind myself of why I am here. While sitting in the glade the gaze that was once a presence on my back, became a boaring entity desiring to devour me... All at once I got the sick chilling feeling that it was him watching me! I spun around, and the figure dashed into the trees. I pursued... and ended up here. All will be explained in the morrow... for now, I must rest. I have run so far on legs that did not desire the pursuit.
Could it have been...?
I write this, sitting on the edge of a cliff. Shivering, chilled, I send you this message to remind myself of why I am here. While sitting in the glade the gaze that was once a presence on my back, became a boaring entity desiring to devour me... All at once I got the sick chilling feeling that it was him watching me! I spun around, and the figure dashed into the trees. I pursued... and ended up here. All will be explained in the morrow... for now, I must rest. I have run so far on legs that did not desire the pursuit.
Could it have been...?
Children...
15th of Othen, 2734
I spent much of today sitting and contemplating the words of Frinly from yesterday. The way he spoke to me was more than unsettling, but I need to be able to understand it. Anyway, it won't do for me to go randomly walking around asking people about Daw. Most likely it will just turn future information away from me. And so I contemplate.
At this very moment I sit in the clearing where he was just a few days ago. Smelling the air, looking at the grass. I find myself doing the most ridiculous things. Though I am no tracker, I have been staring at the grass looking for some sort of sign that activity happened here. I touched most of the clearing with my bare hands, to see if I could find remnants of the moat that surrounded the hut. Alas, it is in vain. I can find nothing that would implicate his existence at all. Oh well, I already have my proof. You cannot fake the true horror that was in Frinly's eyes. I suppose I should not find this exciting, that a young man just had the manhood scared from him... but I do...
Just to be NEAR Daw would be more excitement than I can bear...
I digress.
I understand, I think, why he picked this spot. It's quiet, motionless, calm, and insatiably beautiful. The way the sunlight rips through the top line of branches to eek through softly, it's quite elegant. Even if there are hunters all through this area... Though non have come by here since they heard of the sighting.
It does not keep children away though. For quite some time now they have been watching me. A few children from the town. Inquisitive lads. Every once and a while I will hear their whispers, their movement among the trees. I am trying to find a good time to turn to them, but whenever I do, they move away from my gaze. I must model their curiosity in my studies as I try to find him. They are persistent, and their gaze is so intent, I can almost feel the presence on my back. Ah! A cool breeze! For all this glade's wonder, the stillness does make it rather hot..
I spent much of today sitting and contemplating the words of Frinly from yesterday. The way he spoke to me was more than unsettling, but I need to be able to understand it. Anyway, it won't do for me to go randomly walking around asking people about Daw. Most likely it will just turn future information away from me. And so I contemplate.
At this very moment I sit in the clearing where he was just a few days ago. Smelling the air, looking at the grass. I find myself doing the most ridiculous things. Though I am no tracker, I have been staring at the grass looking for some sort of sign that activity happened here. I touched most of the clearing with my bare hands, to see if I could find remnants of the moat that surrounded the hut. Alas, it is in vain. I can find nothing that would implicate his existence at all. Oh well, I already have my proof. You cannot fake the true horror that was in Frinly's eyes. I suppose I should not find this exciting, that a young man just had the manhood scared from him... but I do...
Just to be NEAR Daw would be more excitement than I can bear...
I digress.
I understand, I think, why he picked this spot. It's quiet, motionless, calm, and insatiably beautiful. The way the sunlight rips through the top line of branches to eek through softly, it's quite elegant. Even if there are hunters all through this area... Though non have come by here since they heard of the sighting.
It does not keep children away though. For quite some time now they have been watching me. A few children from the town. Inquisitive lads. Every once and a while I will hear their whispers, their movement among the trees. I am trying to find a good time to turn to them, but whenever I do, they move away from my gaze. I must model their curiosity in my studies as I try to find him. They are persistent, and their gaze is so intent, I can almost feel the presence on my back. Ah! A cool breeze! For all this glade's wonder, the stillness does make it rather hot..
Saturday, August 20, 2011
The eyes invoke fear...
14th of Othen, 2734.
I have further invoked the opinion of those who saw Soriel on the outskirts of Adderwain. Desiring to procure some sort of description from them, other than the standard anatomical elements, here I will record both what I know, and what knew knowledge I have gained from this past sighting.
Up to this point in time the descriptions of Soriel have been about the same. He stands approximately six feet tall, is slender, in the form of what is most closely linked with a panther. He stand on his hind legs as a human does, with no implication of unnatural attempts at balance. His clothing is of a foreign nature. Blue pants, straight and undoubtedly custom made. Matching a blue top that binds in the center with flaps that come away from the neck. Though his fur is black he dons a swath of blue hair, wildly sticking up into the air about an inch and a half. No shoes.
As you can see there is very little here. Not much is known about the actual presence of Daw, at least not until now. Those who witnessed his interactions outside Adderwain have conveyed their feelings when they saw him. One such man, named Frinly, described him most vividly...
"I came walkin' through the forest with my game hung over my shoulder, chattin' it up with Thomas and Drub, whens I feel a kind of chill in the air. I wouldn't have noticed it, other than it gave need quite the shivers up and down m' spine. Wheelin' around to see where the breeze came from, I saw the smoke of his campfire. Partin' the trees, there he was, jus' standing there. He was tall, or at least a little taller than me*, and staring down at th' ground. His eyes would move from the campfire to the moat, just flitting 'tween them, as if lookin' for somthin'. His gate was strong and imposing. At first, I had no idea what I was lookin' at, being as we know him to be the one who wears blue. But there was no mistakin' the black fur and blue hair. It was definitely 'im. I couldn't take my eyes off of 'im. The way he moved, almost like a bird when it's toyin' with a worm. Thomas and Drub were already gone by this point. Stupid buggers, they could have at least told me they was leavin'. That's what I get for huntin' with those..."
"Please, stay on topic, what about Soriel."
"Uh.... right. They was gone, and Soriel walked to his tent. Up to this point I have been looking entirely at his back. Which was uncovered. Oh! I forgot to say, he wasn't wearin' his normal clothes. Instead he only had on a pair of very loose tan pants, gathered at the waist and ankles. Nothin' else. That's when he turned to me. Right before enterin' into his tent. I felt his gaze fall squarely on mine, and my feet shook in fear. I couldn't stand there any longer, I'd never felt anythin' like it. Without even a thought of stayin' around, I took off back to town. You can bet I kissed my wife and thanked the gods for makin' it home!"
"So you watched him for some time then?"
"Well, not a load of time, I'd imagine a minute or two."
"And how did you feel while you were looking at him?"
Frinly thought for a great while before answering.
"Small."
That was all of worth that I could pull from Frinly. After speaking about the instance, he seemed to clam up, more interested in talking about his hunt than Soriel. It seems the presence of Daw has a emotionally taxing consequence to it. I shall have to ask more questions of feelings. This may also explain why Thomas and Drub gave me almost nothing to work with.
*Later I measured Frinly at 5'7" tall.
Personal Note - It is only day two of my study, and already I feel a great desire to cease all study of Soriel. Frinly's eyes told the tale well. is mouth would smile while his eyes darted around in fear. Is this really the kind of being that I want to be following? Yes. It is an easy answer to give, even against my survival instincts. Someone must gather this information.
I have further invoked the opinion of those who saw Soriel on the outskirts of Adderwain. Desiring to procure some sort of description from them, other than the standard anatomical elements, here I will record both what I know, and what knew knowledge I have gained from this past sighting.
Up to this point in time the descriptions of Soriel have been about the same. He stands approximately six feet tall, is slender, in the form of what is most closely linked with a panther. He stand on his hind legs as a human does, with no implication of unnatural attempts at balance. His clothing is of a foreign nature. Blue pants, straight and undoubtedly custom made. Matching a blue top that binds in the center with flaps that come away from the neck. Though his fur is black he dons a swath of blue hair, wildly sticking up into the air about an inch and a half. No shoes.
As you can see there is very little here. Not much is known about the actual presence of Daw, at least not until now. Those who witnessed his interactions outside Adderwain have conveyed their feelings when they saw him. One such man, named Frinly, described him most vividly...
"I came walkin' through the forest with my game hung over my shoulder, chattin' it up with Thomas and Drub, whens I feel a kind of chill in the air. I wouldn't have noticed it, other than it gave need quite the shivers up and down m' spine. Wheelin' around to see where the breeze came from, I saw the smoke of his campfire. Partin' the trees, there he was, jus' standing there. He was tall, or at least a little taller than me*, and staring down at th' ground. His eyes would move from the campfire to the moat, just flitting 'tween them, as if lookin' for somthin'. His gate was strong and imposing. At first, I had no idea what I was lookin' at, being as we know him to be the one who wears blue. But there was no mistakin' the black fur and blue hair. It was definitely 'im. I couldn't take my eyes off of 'im. The way he moved, almost like a bird when it's toyin' with a worm. Thomas and Drub were already gone by this point. Stupid buggers, they could have at least told me they was leavin'. That's what I get for huntin' with those..."
"Please, stay on topic, what about Soriel."
"Uh.... right. They was gone, and Soriel walked to his tent. Up to this point I have been looking entirely at his back. Which was uncovered. Oh! I forgot to say, he wasn't wearin' his normal clothes. Instead he only had on a pair of very loose tan pants, gathered at the waist and ankles. Nothin' else. That's when he turned to me. Right before enterin' into his tent. I felt his gaze fall squarely on mine, and my feet shook in fear. I couldn't stand there any longer, I'd never felt anythin' like it. Without even a thought of stayin' around, I took off back to town. You can bet I kissed my wife and thanked the gods for makin' it home!"
"So you watched him for some time then?"
"Well, not a load of time, I'd imagine a minute or two."
"And how did you feel while you were looking at him?"
Frinly thought for a great while before answering.
"Small."
That was all of worth that I could pull from Frinly. After speaking about the instance, he seemed to clam up, more interested in talking about his hunt than Soriel. It seems the presence of Daw has a emotionally taxing consequence to it. I shall have to ask more questions of feelings. This may also explain why Thomas and Drub gave me almost nothing to work with.
*Later I measured Frinly at 5'7" tall.
Personal Note - It is only day two of my study, and already I feel a great desire to cease all study of Soriel. Frinly's eyes told the tale well. is mouth would smile while his eyes darted around in fear. Is this really the kind of being that I want to be following? Yes. It is an easy answer to give, even against my survival instincts. Someone must gather this information.
Finally, enough testimonies.
12th of Othen, 2734.
At long last we have received enough cooperation from the locals to record a bit of information. It took quite some time, but between the clerics, paladins and priests we have determined that Soriel was seen stepping into a hut just outside of Adderwain. The hut had a small moat around it. They say it glowed a little. Having gone to inspect the location, I could find no trace of his presence, except for the unnerving chill that he seems to leave behind.
Now we know... for all the myths and legends that surround him, he is real.
At long last we have received enough cooperation from the locals to record a bit of information. It took quite some time, but between the clerics, paladins and priests we have determined that Soriel was seen stepping into a hut just outside of Adderwain. The hut had a small moat around it. They say it glowed a little. Having gone to inspect the location, I could find no trace of his presence, except for the unnerving chill that he seems to leave behind.
Now we know... for all the myths and legends that surround him, he is real.
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