First entry,
Three days ago marked a momentous occasion, on this day we succeeded in completing a goal that we have been working on since the forming of our group. Zoma, Hawk, Rudyart, John, and I, Completed a run through the burning depths. Though we had tried many times in the past, with similar numbers,We were always met with failure.
With each failure we tried a different tactic. This time however, John came up with a brilliant strategy. Instead of throwing all our number at the boss at once and me struggling to heal them all or even just the tanks. We instead Rotated three tanks Swapping each in as one was weakened. This made my job as the party healer much easier.
Among the coins and other treasures we retrieved our reward for defeating the final obstacle Was a mythical bag of holding. This one simple item alone, will help us accomplish many things in the future. Especially those things regarding the gathering of resources. No longer must we wrestle with three to five pack animals. I also got a fancy new stick to hit things with.
Though I have never considered my faith in the stranger to waver, this occasion and success has further cemented my resolve. I trust it has had a similar effect on the others. Surely, if the stranger has a will it wishes us to achieve, we are making progress. We each have our own personal goals. We each have our own roles to play. But today all of that came together in a glorious moment of triumph. I am so excited for what the future holds.
Gusthas Diary.
Gusthas Diary.
Where to begin.
I find my self sitting here, though I told my self i would write more, it seems my enamoration kept me. My soul focus had been on the Stranger. As It's priestess that is where it should be no? *the ink seems to have lightly trailed as though the writer's grip had changed before lifting the quill clear of the page*
We have seen greater and greater success in our adventures, our delves, and our rebuilding of Tilverton. Even my own growth has been astonishing. As the Stranger deepened my understanding, strengthened my Resolve and gave me more gifts to show It's power. I feel perhaps i have grown too quickly. For some time I felt as though I was missing some key understanding.
I forgot the most important lesson. Failure is how we find success. The Wyrd are my family. My family is strong. So strong I cannot help but see my Weakness. There comes a time when one must walk alone to gain wisdom. That time has come for me. Though I do so with a heavy heart, I must heed the stranger's warning. I must set upon a path of discovery. If I tell them they may try to stop me. So i shall part silently. They have Mr. Zoma.
He'd never let me call him as a Father or Lover. Even so, my mind is clouded with these feelings. I am sure he would tell me they are frivolous. And directed towards him they may be. I shall instead direct them towards the Stranger. As I write this, even now, I begin to realize Mr. Zoma never dismissed my feelings. The Stranger is whispering to me. "My Child your feeling were not meant for mortals. they were meant for me."
I will continue to hold my sermons. Alone or amongst those who would listen. I will continue to spur the growth of Tilverton and it's people. Even if the Wyrd as i know it should out pace me or even fade into obscurity, I will remain ever faithful.
The Stranger has called to me and i will Answer it's summons.
I find my self sitting here, though I told my self i would write more, it seems my enamoration kept me. My soul focus had been on the Stranger. As It's priestess that is where it should be no? *the ink seems to have lightly trailed as though the writer's grip had changed before lifting the quill clear of the page*
We have seen greater and greater success in our adventures, our delves, and our rebuilding of Tilverton. Even my own growth has been astonishing. As the Stranger deepened my understanding, strengthened my Resolve and gave me more gifts to show It's power. I feel perhaps i have grown too quickly. For some time I felt as though I was missing some key understanding.
I forgot the most important lesson. Failure is how we find success. The Wyrd are my family. My family is strong. So strong I cannot help but see my Weakness. There comes a time when one must walk alone to gain wisdom. That time has come for me. Though I do so with a heavy heart, I must heed the stranger's warning. I must set upon a path of discovery. If I tell them they may try to stop me. So i shall part silently. They have Mr. Zoma.
He'd never let me call him as a Father or Lover. Even so, my mind is clouded with these feelings. I am sure he would tell me they are frivolous. And directed towards him they may be. I shall instead direct them towards the Stranger. As I write this, even now, I begin to realize Mr. Zoma never dismissed my feelings. The Stranger is whispering to me. "My Child your feeling were not meant for mortals. they were meant for me."
I will continue to hold my sermons. Alone or amongst those who would listen. I will continue to spur the growth of Tilverton and it's people. Even if the Wyrd as i know it should out pace me or even fade into obscurity, I will remain ever faithful.
The Stranger has called to me and i will Answer it's summons.
Gusthas Diary.
As the Priestess neared the Temple doors she felt a heavy fog in her mind. She felt the familiar touch of the Stranger. But something was different. There was a sense of Urgency. She nearly fell through the doors as a Fear she had never before felt seemed to posses her. She clambered to her feet and forced the doors shut leaning heavily against them as if something might be coming to invade. Hastily she got her key into the locked door to the inner sitting area and opened the lock. Swiftly, she entered re-locking it and finding her way to a seat. This was unusual.
" i must focus. IT has never used such a forceful grip. The Stranger... IT needs me to hear.. IT needs me to SEE. "
She closed her eyes and slumped into the chair relaxing as best she could. This normally came so easily. But this.. This was different. where normally there was calm subtle strokes politely requesting entry. She now felt as though the stranger were Barging through the doorway of her mind. The visions, while never what she would call CLEAR, were never this frantic and foggy. She did eventually find her calm. Shed drifted into slumber.
Time passed. The priestess slept not quietly and not soundly, but tossing violently. Hands reached grasping at the air. Her voice moaning out sounds that didn't make sense to any who might hear them from the other side of the doors.
When she finally awoke Days had passed. She stretched and yawned, not realizing how long the dream had been. All dreams felt shorter than the hours spent asleep but, she awoke thinking only the night had passed.
She awoke to find her hair a mess her robe disheveled and stranger still she was on the floor. She stood somewhat bewildered and off balance. she felt weak. Hunger gnawed at her stomach. She chanted the incantation for food until her words began to falter. and wolfed the food down greedily.
Then, as if struck by lightning she remembered the dream. The Stranger wasn't whispering but shouting " Find him NOW!" Her vision had shown her in vivid detail Zoma's decent in to the mine and the following chaos. Normally these were visions of the far off future, vague symbolic visions.
She made her way out of the temple and towards the mines of Tilverton Intent to prevent the vision she'd seen to Reel her leader back to the Strangers Path for him. But when she arrived and descended the mind was no longer familiar.. She Found the hole.. She thought to herself " maybe they went in ahead of me surely i am not That late"
But when she found the unearthed mine empty save a few crystal creatures, the caved in entrance she realized she was too late indeed. far far too late. She ran to the town finding golden skeletons where once had been the friendly faces of bankers and tavern keepers.. the fisherman she'd greeted hundreds of times.. she put them down easily and canvased the town end to end, corner to corner.
Once she'd dispatched what she'd called poor imitations of Zoma, she headed for the fort. She needed to find him. She needed to bring him back to the stranger. She knocked on the gate.. nothing. no one answered. Shed already gotten rid of her keys and never thought she would return to the fort. Not to enter at any rate. she yelled through the bars " let me in! Mak!? Rudy?? Clyde?! Zoma!!? Any one!??" no answer.. She pounded at the gate till her bandaged hand began to bleed the flesh peeled from her knuckles. Her expression went from frantic to one of despair. This was a first. a feeling of hopelessness. Zoma had finally shown interest in her. Her feelings had finally Reached him.. And now.. He was gone.. she returned to the Temple to think.
Why? Why now? Why would the Stranger show her these things if not to prevent them. Why would IT hold her in Such a deep sleep till it was too late? What did IT want her to do?"
She'd never felt lost in this way. She knew the stranger still had a purpose. It had Its reasons.
" i must focus. IT has never used such a forceful grip. The Stranger... IT needs me to hear.. IT needs me to SEE. "
She closed her eyes and slumped into the chair relaxing as best she could. This normally came so easily. But this.. This was different. where normally there was calm subtle strokes politely requesting entry. She now felt as though the stranger were Barging through the doorway of her mind. The visions, while never what she would call CLEAR, were never this frantic and foggy. She did eventually find her calm. Shed drifted into slumber.
Time passed. The priestess slept not quietly and not soundly, but tossing violently. Hands reached grasping at the air. Her voice moaning out sounds that didn't make sense to any who might hear them from the other side of the doors.
When she finally awoke Days had passed. She stretched and yawned, not realizing how long the dream had been. All dreams felt shorter than the hours spent asleep but, she awoke thinking only the night had passed.
She awoke to find her hair a mess her robe disheveled and stranger still she was on the floor. She stood somewhat bewildered and off balance. she felt weak. Hunger gnawed at her stomach. She chanted the incantation for food until her words began to falter. and wolfed the food down greedily.
Then, as if struck by lightning she remembered the dream. The Stranger wasn't whispering but shouting " Find him NOW!" Her vision had shown her in vivid detail Zoma's decent in to the mine and the following chaos. Normally these were visions of the far off future, vague symbolic visions.
She made her way out of the temple and towards the mines of Tilverton Intent to prevent the vision she'd seen to Reel her leader back to the Strangers Path for him. But when she arrived and descended the mind was no longer familiar.. She Found the hole.. She thought to herself " maybe they went in ahead of me surely i am not That late"
But when she found the unearthed mine empty save a few crystal creatures, the caved in entrance she realized she was too late indeed. far far too late. She ran to the town finding golden skeletons where once had been the friendly faces of bankers and tavern keepers.. the fisherman she'd greeted hundreds of times.. she put them down easily and canvased the town end to end, corner to corner.
Once she'd dispatched what she'd called poor imitations of Zoma, she headed for the fort. She needed to find him. She needed to bring him back to the stranger. She knocked on the gate.. nothing. no one answered. Shed already gotten rid of her keys and never thought she would return to the fort. Not to enter at any rate. she yelled through the bars " let me in! Mak!? Rudy?? Clyde?! Zoma!!? Any one!??" no answer.. She pounded at the gate till her bandaged hand began to bleed the flesh peeled from her knuckles. Her expression went from frantic to one of despair. This was a first. a feeling of hopelessness. Zoma had finally shown interest in her. Her feelings had finally Reached him.. And now.. He was gone.. she returned to the Temple to think.
Why? Why now? Why would the Stranger show her these things if not to prevent them. Why would IT hold her in Such a deep sleep till it was too late? What did IT want her to do?"
She'd never felt lost in this way. She knew the stranger still had a purpose. It had Its reasons.