Stormy eyes swarmed over the busy, ruckus waterfront. A hand on hip eased the strain of the loaded pack resting over one shoulder left bare by strap's pull. In the light mugginess of the docks, laces left loose to allow for catching the light salt washed breeze. That same shoulder lifted to shrug the heavy pack for more comfort. A step, then another marked by the rolling grace one acquired aboard deck. Those would be the first step in a new adventure, or so she convinced herself. These last few months aboard had been clouded by mechanically preformed duties and a yen for something new. So, here she was, attire marking her from head to toe. Sun kissed flesh wrapped in comfortably broken in leather boots and breeches, a flowing blouse cinched by a brightly contrasting sash. The sheathed blade peeking over her shoulder didn't seem all that odd, though surely, like most of the salt, smaller blades would be found somewhere. A hand lifted to tousle wind-blown ebony locks, a faint grimace at the thought she'd not restrained them. Already ship life and habits were being shed.
A few questions, hastily answered by a dock worker burdened with a large crate, brought the intelligence that there was an Inn just down the way. In truth, it had been farther than that. A cant of head studying the large building as she ascended the steps. Rope roughened hand splayed to push the door open. Though a sharp gaze took in most of the occupants, the keeper was soon spotted behind the bar. A smile awaited there and hearty welcome. A few more words and exchange of silver secured a room, a meal and ale. Comforting her growling stomach took the utmost attention at first, but before the platter of bread, meat and cheese was half gone, the keep was back. Immediate need cared for, a brief conversation ensued. Soon she was enlightened about the various highlights of this new land.
The most welcome was that there were places where she could keep in shape and hone the skills that had been valued by her late captain. Three places in particular struck favorable chord. That evening she arrived on the sands of Twilight Island in time to observe a tournament to find the latest worthy to challenge the ArchMage for his position. Fascinated, she stayed until fatigue won out and drove her back to the Inn. The peace of the Island reached a place she'd not known was seeking. Admiration marked the skill of the combatants. Wonder gave way to understanding as she realized the spells were confined and could not escape the appointed rings. Resolve grew to seek out the other avenues.
A couple of nights later found her in the Outback. Careful observation of those brawling hand-to-hand gave a delighted smile that lightened features. A place dedicated to physical combat found favor and further sparked interest in the third venue. She'd refrained from entering a ring herself in order to not only read the posted rules, but watch them in action. Several combatants were marked for later possibilities.
Her next trip was to watch the swordplay in the Arena. A comfortable seat with a good view while she studied the rules. And she was set for another delightful evening. Silently reflecting that it seemed she'd made decision to take her leave of her crew-mates at a good time and place, she took in all the activity. Later that evening, thumb stroking the third scroll of regulations, she wondered back to her hopefully temporary residence. While gaining her scrolls she'd left a notice of hire at the dueling rings. With luck she'd soon have a job and somewhere a little more personal to settle. Not that the rooms at the Inn were less than well kept, but it was all the same an Inn, not a home. And Jal was at least feminine enough to want something of her own to settle into after years of sharing a small cabin aboard.
Reaching her destination, the third scroll completing her collection on a small table brought a broad grin. It seemed almost as though she'd found the last clue to a great treasure. One that would fulfill the dark, empty places, the need for excitement and the thrill of combat with others that took similar joy. Moving to the window, the just above petite form silhouetted by moonlight, an almost silly grin stealing over as those storm cloud eyes roamed over the visible parts of Rhy'Din. The faintest of whispers soon followed, " Looks like home port and a new voyage all wrapped up in one, Jal, m'lass."
Venture
Moderators: Jaleeisa, Chereylen
She'd spent quite a bit of the last couple days studying the rules, studying the spells. The Inn bar would likely be permanantly scarred by both the bottom of a tankard as well as rest of her elbow. Hopefully the study would pay off. Tonight was the night and to the Isle she went, almost tripping as she stumbled through the odd door in the hallway. A deep breath to steady before she stepped through that glowing portal.
Arriving with only the slightest of stumbles, storm cloud gaze moved over the Island, taking in the tranquility of the deserted area. Soon it would become more populated as others arrived for the same purpose. A flutter tickled her stomach. Would she aquit herself well? Or had the praise of her former Captain been wind in the sails? Only one way to find out.
Arriving with only the slightest of stumbles, storm cloud gaze moved over the Island, taking in the tranquility of the deserted area. Soon it would become more populated as others arrived for the same purpose. A flutter tickled her stomach. Would she aquit herself well? Or had the praise of her former Captain been wind in the sails? Only one way to find out.
A few afternoons later found her back in her room at the Inn. It was a common thing to spend some time each day attending to her belongings. A shipboard habit that she'd likely never shake. Sea did evil things to both cloth and metal, so care was much needed with those things unless one meant to go about unclothed and lacking a blade... or at least one not crumbling with rust. One of the first lessons she'd learned at the Captain's knee.
So, everything was dragged from pack, sheaths and throughly examined. New clothing would soon be needed, salt had laready began it's insidious work on a couple blouses. Those were set aside to be used for dirty work. Luckily leather was tough and withstood most of the corrosive salt with a little fresh water and oil for care, so things were well with breeches and boots. A couple wash-leather pouches confined her reasonable wealth. Time aboard usually left little time for spending what was earned. Not to mention, the Captain had worked hard to see she'd not took many trips ashore in several years. The few times she had only served to end up honing blade skill. As he'd vowed to her as she'd grown older, most men, especially those in their cups, and more so those down the neck of a bottle, seemed to become deaf to the word "No". But, studying foreign shores from the deck had ended her in good stead. She had enough to see to needs for a while. At least until she'd found a job, she could be comfortable if careful.
Next blade oil was fingered out from the inside of a spare boot. First the sword she'd cared for for so long was raised and eyed along it's length. A nod of satisfaction followed noting it's true line. Carefully she began applying the thin sheen of oil. Rubbing it lightly with a dry cloth, she reached for the honing stone. Slow, sure strokes moved over the blade's edge, refining the razor sharpness. As she worked, stormy eyes moved over the daggers of various sizes, studying which needed care next. Those eyes darkening further as she spied the one with the loose hilt. Small flecks of red rested against the thin crossguard. An odd dagger, even as she'd recovered it from it's resting place that thought had rippled.
As hands moved automatically at their work, eyes filled with heart deep sadness and loss. A glint of heart deep hatred could also be found. A tear slides over a high cheekbone as she relives that night. So much blood. Too much. Her Captain's soft gasp requesting that it be pulled out. Trying to be careful, she'd tugged gently. But it wouldn't loosen. It had been driven clear through and lodged deep in bone. Holding her breath, she'd managed to pull it free, straining. Her Captain had died soon after, his last breath making her promise to one day return it to it's rightful owner.
Shaking her head, she pushed aside those memories. There were things she had to accomplish before she could fulfill that promise. The blade would need repair. It had loosened somewhere in either the blow or removal. A trip to a weaponsmith would be the next order of business. She meant to make sure it was ready when the time came.
So, everything was dragged from pack, sheaths and throughly examined. New clothing would soon be needed, salt had laready began it's insidious work on a couple blouses. Those were set aside to be used for dirty work. Luckily leather was tough and withstood most of the corrosive salt with a little fresh water and oil for care, so things were well with breeches and boots. A couple wash-leather pouches confined her reasonable wealth. Time aboard usually left little time for spending what was earned. Not to mention, the Captain had worked hard to see she'd not took many trips ashore in several years. The few times she had only served to end up honing blade skill. As he'd vowed to her as she'd grown older, most men, especially those in their cups, and more so those down the neck of a bottle, seemed to become deaf to the word "No". But, studying foreign shores from the deck had ended her in good stead. She had enough to see to needs for a while. At least until she'd found a job, she could be comfortable if careful.
Next blade oil was fingered out from the inside of a spare boot. First the sword she'd cared for for so long was raised and eyed along it's length. A nod of satisfaction followed noting it's true line. Carefully she began applying the thin sheen of oil. Rubbing it lightly with a dry cloth, she reached for the honing stone. Slow, sure strokes moved over the blade's edge, refining the razor sharpness. As she worked, stormy eyes moved over the daggers of various sizes, studying which needed care next. Those eyes darkening further as she spied the one with the loose hilt. Small flecks of red rested against the thin crossguard. An odd dagger, even as she'd recovered it from it's resting place that thought had rippled.
As hands moved automatically at their work, eyes filled with heart deep sadness and loss. A glint of heart deep hatred could also be found. A tear slides over a high cheekbone as she relives that night. So much blood. Too much. Her Captain's soft gasp requesting that it be pulled out. Trying to be careful, she'd tugged gently. But it wouldn't loosen. It had been driven clear through and lodged deep in bone. Holding her breath, she'd managed to pull it free, straining. Her Captain had died soon after, his last breath making her promise to one day return it to it's rightful owner.
Shaking her head, she pushed aside those memories. There were things she had to accomplish before she could fulfill that promise. The blade would need repair. It had loosened somewhere in either the blow or removal. A trip to a weaponsmith would be the next order of business. She meant to make sure it was ready when the time came.
Making way downstairs, pack dangling awkwardly as she juggled it, room key and the dagger, Jal was just a little distracted. Well, what else could explain that she'd brushed by a large were-beast on the landing without noticing! After finding a stool at the bar, a kindly keep named Lenika tapped her a tankard. Glancing over the small crowd, she'd spotted him on that same landing and almost came out of her skin! Yeah, she'd sailed to many a port and seen many unusual sights, but seeing the were had unnerved her. Lenika, the keep, had aquainted her with the fact that this were-beast was in fact the owner of the Inn. Now, how's that for unusual? Thankfully no offense had been taken. Good for Jal, at least, since she'd been favorably impressed with the lass. They'd introduced themselves and exchanged a few words. When Jal asked after a weaponsmith, Lenika called to the were-beast Inn owner who had removed from the landing to the bar area. Introducing him to Jal, Lenika had asked that Panther answer Jal's query. The direction of a good smith settled in a mental map, Jal relaxed once more with her ale. Once the tankard was empty, though, important matters once more drove her to her feet. A jaunty sea ditty floated along behind her as she set off. The second step in fulfilling a promise was made.
The smith seemed to know his business well. The dagger was settled with care in a case to await it's turn. Two days was the time given to reclaim it. It had been difficult leaving it. The smith had been careful to have her understand that he did little work on magical items. Jal reassured him, as she had Panther, that there was no magic in the blade. This she had already had checked out not only by her own modest skill, but by way of a mage who'd taken ship her last voyage. The smith seemed somewhat distainful of the blade when he'd examined it. Likely because of the small gems that had been cut in half, then embedded into the grip. Never could it be wielded without causing the hand that held it hurt. No proper, sensable weapon, that. Jal agreed and declined to have the gems removed. Assuring the smith that it had sentimental value and was not for protection had taken some moments. Finally the smith had agreed to leave it as was. Jal's sigh of relief went unheard beneath the ring of hammer on steel.
Relief.. well, not completely for the while. Not until she'd found the hand that held the scars from those gems and returned it's property to it.
The smith seemed to know his business well. The dagger was settled with care in a case to await it's turn. Two days was the time given to reclaim it. It had been difficult leaving it. The smith had been careful to have her understand that he did little work on magical items. Jal reassured him, as she had Panther, that there was no magic in the blade. This she had already had checked out not only by her own modest skill, but by way of a mage who'd taken ship her last voyage. The smith seemed somewhat distainful of the blade when he'd examined it. Likely because of the small gems that had been cut in half, then embedded into the grip. Never could it be wielded without causing the hand that held it hurt. No proper, sensable weapon, that. Jal agreed and declined to have the gems removed. Assuring the smith that it had sentimental value and was not for protection had taken some moments. Finally the smith had agreed to leave it as was. Jal's sigh of relief went unheard beneath the ring of hammer on steel.
Relief.. well, not completely for the while. Not until she'd found the hand that held the scars from those gems and returned it's property to it.
A week later found her warming the now familiar stool in the Inn’s common room. Reflecting back over the past couple weeks, a faint smile played over her features. First had been the Island. There she’d engaged in duel. Her skills had been overpowered by her opponent’s. But then again, her opponent had been of higher skill and rank on the Island. But it had given her a better idea of how things worked. She hadn’t exactly lost the duel, it had come to a standoff and been declared a tie. It wasn’t such a bad thing, at least she knew she could hold her own. But really, the slobbering that.. Thing had done had really been the worst part! She’d washed that blouse and washed it and finally threw it away. The smell just would *not* come out. Breeches of leather had cleaned up nicely, but shopping was still in order! Alright, she had several other blouses, but it made a good excuse. She made mental note to invite her new friend Kyndra along.
Kyndra, well, she’d met the lass that night and had found, it seemed, a kindred spirit. She’d also met Tass and Brig and it seemed they would be good companions to both duel with and laugh with. Laughter being something in short supply in Jal’s life these days. Especially these days. Though she had a..mission.. That didn’t mean that life had to be suspended until it was fulfilled. Boon companions would be most welcome.
A few nights later had seen her visiting the Arena for the first time with intent to duel. And duel she did. The first had been with Joku. He had proven both an able swordsman and amusing at the same time. Though she’d been bested, it hadn’t been by much and this heartened Jal. Her skills might be rusty from lack of use, but they would come in time. As with her night on the Island, her opponent had been above her in rank and skill, so the loss was not a hard thing to accept.
The following duel had been against Artemus. This duel had been both good fun and good exercise.
She’d laughed at his quips, even as she’d danced about, trying to avoid more blade carving to her breeches. Following the duel, they’d shared a drink and talked. Art taking an interest in the newcomer. He’d asked about her skills and seemed regretful that his business held no need for her services. His concern about helping her find a job had touched her. That it had been done with no apparent ulterior motive than to see a newcomer settled and comfortable had touched her deeper. Though he could offer no immediate help himself, he had pointed her in a direction that might avail. She’d spent the rest of her evening enjoying the duels and trying to learn as much as possible.
Kyndra, well, she’d met the lass that night and had found, it seemed, a kindred spirit. She’d also met Tass and Brig and it seemed they would be good companions to both duel with and laugh with. Laughter being something in short supply in Jal’s life these days. Especially these days. Though she had a..mission.. That didn’t mean that life had to be suspended until it was fulfilled. Boon companions would be most welcome.
A few nights later had seen her visiting the Arena for the first time with intent to duel. And duel she did. The first had been with Joku. He had proven both an able swordsman and amusing at the same time. Though she’d been bested, it hadn’t been by much and this heartened Jal. Her skills might be rusty from lack of use, but they would come in time. As with her night on the Island, her opponent had been above her in rank and skill, so the loss was not a hard thing to accept.
The following duel had been against Artemus. This duel had been both good fun and good exercise.
She’d laughed at his quips, even as she’d danced about, trying to avoid more blade carving to her breeches. Following the duel, they’d shared a drink and talked. Art taking an interest in the newcomer. He’d asked about her skills and seemed regretful that his business held no need for her services. His concern about helping her find a job had touched her. That it had been done with no apparent ulterior motive than to see a newcomer settled and comfortable had touched her deeper. Though he could offer no immediate help himself, he had pointed her in a direction that might avail. She’d spent the rest of her evening enjoying the duels and trying to learn as much as possible.
A new night of dueling, and what a night it had been! It started with Jal arriving to find Kyndra on the callers’ couch. Not only there, but clad in a revealing version of the normal attire! Jal’s jaw had dropped a little, but with great delight had asked where Kyn had found it and could she get one similar. Finding out that Imp had washed it and shrunk it.. accidentally, had brought laughter to the fore. Jal had moved along to find an empty table. Stowing her belongings, she’d settled in for a night of thrills, blood and laughter. And had got much more than she’d hoped for!
It started out with Tass and Brig.. of course. Lap swapping, magical whooshing from one lap to another, Tass and Brig had each tried to get closer to the object of their affections - Kyndra. And somehow Jal had been caught up in this as well! From one seat to another she’d gone, at one point even being tugged between the two men. Even Art had joined in on the hilarity! Once Tass and Brig had decided to duel, shed soon ended up sitting in Kyn’s lap with Art perched on her knee. Then finally Art had taken care of matters, since Kyn needed to have clear view of the rings, and had settled on the couch with Jal in his lap and Kyn on her’s.
Between a duel fought with cane, walker and a mop by Tass and Brig, and the jovial nature of her companions, soon Jal was almost breathless. She and Kyndra had decided, with all three men rooting them on, that they would have a get together after the duels were done for the night. The course decided upon? Well, that involved silk scarves, incense, fine wine, soft pillows and a veil dance by the men. Before she’d left to secure the necessities, Kyndra had enquired Jal’s choice of man. Jal’s reply that just how could one possibly choose between such delightful companions had brought laughter and agreement from her friend. Then she and Kyn really began to scheme between themselves. Deciding they could start the festivities themselves and the men could join in and catch up later. With those words, another flurry of kisses and promises for all to repair upstairs to her room, Jal had scampered off to procure the needed items. Plump in the pocket from a few days guarding that merchant’s shipment by wagon had seen there was no lack. Enjoying the uncomplicated friendships she’d found was something Jal fully intended to take advantage of.
It started out with Tass and Brig.. of course. Lap swapping, magical whooshing from one lap to another, Tass and Brig had each tried to get closer to the object of their affections - Kyndra. And somehow Jal had been caught up in this as well! From one seat to another she’d gone, at one point even being tugged between the two men. Even Art had joined in on the hilarity! Once Tass and Brig had decided to duel, shed soon ended up sitting in Kyn’s lap with Art perched on her knee. Then finally Art had taken care of matters, since Kyn needed to have clear view of the rings, and had settled on the couch with Jal in his lap and Kyn on her’s.
Between a duel fought with cane, walker and a mop by Tass and Brig, and the jovial nature of her companions, soon Jal was almost breathless. She and Kyndra had decided, with all three men rooting them on, that they would have a get together after the duels were done for the night. The course decided upon? Well, that involved silk scarves, incense, fine wine, soft pillows and a veil dance by the men. Before she’d left to secure the necessities, Kyndra had enquired Jal’s choice of man. Jal’s reply that just how could one possibly choose between such delightful companions had brought laughter and agreement from her friend. Then she and Kyn really began to scheme between themselves. Deciding they could start the festivities themselves and the men could join in and catch up later. With those words, another flurry of kisses and promises for all to repair upstairs to her room, Jal had scampered off to procure the needed items. Plump in the pocket from a few days guarding that merchant’s shipment by wagon had seen there was no lack. Enjoying the uncomplicated friendships she’d found was something Jal fully intended to take advantage of.
Walking through the marketplace was a pleasant way to spend an afternoon. A jumble of sights and sounds that would keep even the most jaded of shoppers from boredom. Nearly empty pack slung over her shoulder, Jal enjoyed the sensation of soft breezes playing hide and seek through dark waves. Casually strolling, she paused here and there to look over the wares displayed. One hand balanced the warm meat pie she’d purchased to enjoy as she strolled.
Several items held place on her shopping list, but perhaps none more important than clothing. Spotting the fluttering of colorful cloth, Jal headed towards the booth. Haggling, but only half-heartedly, the seamstress having the right of it when she’d boasted to Jal that she’d not find better woven or sewn cloth should she employ a private seamstress. Soon she was on her way again, two new blouses carefully folded and packed in rough brown paper. So carefully were they wrapped that not a speck of the vibrant green or blue cloth could be sighted. The bundle found it’s place in the bottom of her pack.
Her next pausing came at a binder’s stall. Several books lovingly bound in supple leather caught the eye. Browsing among the titles gilded into the binding, Jal found a coupe that struck her interest. One was about the history of the Inn, another of the Keepers of Twilight Island. The history looked to be rich with information about the changes in the Island in the last several years. Another book caught her eye. Thumbing though it, she found all the pages blank. “Hmm.. Must be a journal or for a ship’s log..” Jal muttered to herself. But not just a journal.”came the reply behind her. Jumping like a goosed maiden, Jal whirled to find a rather odd looking man behind her. “Oh.. I didn’t see you there. You startled me!” What started out as apologetic ended up accusing. Stormy gaze moved over the little man, assessing him for threat even as they widened a little. She’d never seen such an odd creature. “There, there, lass. It’s alright. Most folk overlook me. Not unusual at all. Especially since the books are taller than I am!” Mirth danced in his mismatched green and gold eyes. A finger rubbed against a rather dominating nose as he studied her in return. “So..umm.. What do you mean it’s not just a journal? What else could it be?” A cant of head as she studied him. “Well, it could be a ship, or a hole in the ground, or a bowling ball. But it’s not. It’s a journal that can either contain memories by writing them, or.. here.. See this little knob above the catch?” Turning the book in her hand, a finger hovered over the almost unnoticeable sliver of crystal embedded above the catch. “Aye...what of it? I thought it was just a decoration.” “Nay, lass.. It’s a memory crystal. When you write, it’s just words on a page. But if you’ll stare at the crystal and think of the thing, or person or what happened, it’ll be sealed within the book. All you do is turn to the right page and rub the crystal to see it.”
Jal stepped back, almost dropping the book in the process. A fumbling catch belying her normal grace. All the while the little man was grinning at her like he’d just produced something wonderful. “So.. It steals my memories and they just stay in this book?”, she asked, handling the volume as though it was a poisonous spider. “No, lass. It merely borrows from your memory and puts the pictures there instead of the words. But the memories are still your own. It just sort of copies them. But better than just memories, because those fade as time passes, these always stay fresh.”, the little man replied, brushing thinning pink hair out of his eyes. “So, the memories of what I put in here will always be like the first time I saw them?”, Jal queried, staring down at the book. “Aye, they never fade, stay just as sharp as your memory of it when you first saw or experienced it.” Turning away from her, the little man shifted another small stack of books and hopped up to sit on the table they rested on. “It’s a book of keeping, lass. It will hold memories, likenesses of folk, or even some small, special items. There’s a trick to getting those back, and it will only hold a few, so you have to be sure they are the most special of belongings.”
Jal considered this for a few moments, staring at the book intently, almost suspiciously. “So, what happens to the items? Do they just vanish? Can someone else get them back?” She glanced back to the little man with these questions. “Nay, lass, they don’t really vanish. It works kind of like a bag of holding.. They just kinda fit into space somewhere in the ether. When you put something in it, a picture of it will appear in the book. To get it back all you have to do is picture it in your hand again. The book will only allow one owner. But in case something happens and you need someone else to get something out of it, you need only whisper a word to it, one that you would only share with someone you trust. They would speak the word to the cover, and the page would open. Then they would need imagine the item in their hand.” The little man paused here to take a swig from a flask at his hip. “So, the word I choose is the only key for someone else to get something out that I’d put in.” The little man nodded, “Aye, lass. That’s the only way. The word you choose is the key.” “So, if I buy this, how does it work that it will know I’m it’s owner?” Jal questioned, intrigued now. “Well, lass, like most magic, what is freely given through gift or trade becomes bonded to it’s new owner. It simply has to go from my hand to yours with free will. After that, it’s yours and only you have the key, so to speak, unless you share it with someone else.” A nod followed that explanation, Jal had heard of such protected magic. Pondering her finances, another nod soon followed in decision. “Alright then, how much for it?” The little man looked her up and down. A gnarled finger tapped his chin as he considered.”What about twenty silver and that bracelet?”, pointing to the gold bracelet wrapped snugly around her wrist. “The bracelet..?, Jal looked down at it, considering. “Aye, lass.. Trade for trade. The silver because a man has to live, the bracelet because I’m more interested in things that can be imbued with magic.” With the faintest of regretful sighs, Jal shifted the books in her arms and slid the bracelet from her wrist.”Deal, wee one. And what more for the other two books?” Jumping form the table, the little man motioned her towards a cleared table near the entry. “Let’s see.. Twenty for the book of keeping.. And two each for the others..
Several items held place on her shopping list, but perhaps none more important than clothing. Spotting the fluttering of colorful cloth, Jal headed towards the booth. Haggling, but only half-heartedly, the seamstress having the right of it when she’d boasted to Jal that she’d not find better woven or sewn cloth should she employ a private seamstress. Soon she was on her way again, two new blouses carefully folded and packed in rough brown paper. So carefully were they wrapped that not a speck of the vibrant green or blue cloth could be sighted. The bundle found it’s place in the bottom of her pack.
Her next pausing came at a binder’s stall. Several books lovingly bound in supple leather caught the eye. Browsing among the titles gilded into the binding, Jal found a coupe that struck her interest. One was about the history of the Inn, another of the Keepers of Twilight Island. The history looked to be rich with information about the changes in the Island in the last several years. Another book caught her eye. Thumbing though it, she found all the pages blank. “Hmm.. Must be a journal or for a ship’s log..” Jal muttered to herself. But not just a journal.”came the reply behind her. Jumping like a goosed maiden, Jal whirled to find a rather odd looking man behind her. “Oh.. I didn’t see you there. You startled me!” What started out as apologetic ended up accusing. Stormy gaze moved over the little man, assessing him for threat even as they widened a little. She’d never seen such an odd creature. “There, there, lass. It’s alright. Most folk overlook me. Not unusual at all. Especially since the books are taller than I am!” Mirth danced in his mismatched green and gold eyes. A finger rubbed against a rather dominating nose as he studied her in return. “So..umm.. What do you mean it’s not just a journal? What else could it be?” A cant of head as she studied him. “Well, it could be a ship, or a hole in the ground, or a bowling ball. But it’s not. It’s a journal that can either contain memories by writing them, or.. here.. See this little knob above the catch?” Turning the book in her hand, a finger hovered over the almost unnoticeable sliver of crystal embedded above the catch. “Aye...what of it? I thought it was just a decoration.” “Nay, lass.. It’s a memory crystal. When you write, it’s just words on a page. But if you’ll stare at the crystal and think of the thing, or person or what happened, it’ll be sealed within the book. All you do is turn to the right page and rub the crystal to see it.”
Jal stepped back, almost dropping the book in the process. A fumbling catch belying her normal grace. All the while the little man was grinning at her like he’d just produced something wonderful. “So.. It steals my memories and they just stay in this book?”, she asked, handling the volume as though it was a poisonous spider. “No, lass. It merely borrows from your memory and puts the pictures there instead of the words. But the memories are still your own. It just sort of copies them. But better than just memories, because those fade as time passes, these always stay fresh.”, the little man replied, brushing thinning pink hair out of his eyes. “So, the memories of what I put in here will always be like the first time I saw them?”, Jal queried, staring down at the book. “Aye, they never fade, stay just as sharp as your memory of it when you first saw or experienced it.” Turning away from her, the little man shifted another small stack of books and hopped up to sit on the table they rested on. “It’s a book of keeping, lass. It will hold memories, likenesses of folk, or even some small, special items. There’s a trick to getting those back, and it will only hold a few, so you have to be sure they are the most special of belongings.”
Jal considered this for a few moments, staring at the book intently, almost suspiciously. “So, what happens to the items? Do they just vanish? Can someone else get them back?” She glanced back to the little man with these questions. “Nay, lass, they don’t really vanish. It works kind of like a bag of holding.. They just kinda fit into space somewhere in the ether. When you put something in it, a picture of it will appear in the book. To get it back all you have to do is picture it in your hand again. The book will only allow one owner. But in case something happens and you need someone else to get something out of it, you need only whisper a word to it, one that you would only share with someone you trust. They would speak the word to the cover, and the page would open. Then they would need imagine the item in their hand.” The little man paused here to take a swig from a flask at his hip. “So, the word I choose is the only key for someone else to get something out that I’d put in.” The little man nodded, “Aye, lass. That’s the only way. The word you choose is the key.” “So, if I buy this, how does it work that it will know I’m it’s owner?” Jal questioned, intrigued now. “Well, lass, like most magic, what is freely given through gift or trade becomes bonded to it’s new owner. It simply has to go from my hand to yours with free will. After that, it’s yours and only you have the key, so to speak, unless you share it with someone else.” A nod followed that explanation, Jal had heard of such protected magic. Pondering her finances, another nod soon followed in decision. “Alright then, how much for it?” The little man looked her up and down. A gnarled finger tapped his chin as he considered.”What about twenty silver and that bracelet?”, pointing to the gold bracelet wrapped snugly around her wrist. “The bracelet..?, Jal looked down at it, considering. “Aye, lass.. Trade for trade. The silver because a man has to live, the bracelet because I’m more interested in things that can be imbued with magic.” With the faintest of regretful sighs, Jal shifted the books in her arms and slid the bracelet from her wrist.”Deal, wee one. And what more for the other two books?” Jumping form the table, the little man motioned her towards a cleared table near the entry. “Let’s see.. Twenty for the book of keeping.. And two each for the others..
Jal's Journal of Keeping Entry- The Wedding
Lounging around the Inn’s common room that day seemed a good idea. She’d been working hard the last week, yeah, right. Guarding some overly egotistic merchant’s wagons was not very taxing, except when the merchant, who offered inferior goods, started rambling about his importance in Rhydin. But, hey, it was money. It provided a comfortable room at the Inn, clothing when needed and food. In short, comfort. Seeing Artemus walk in had been a welcome respite from her reading, though what came next, she decided later, would make a fine first entry in her book of keeping...
[i]Art came in and we sat and shared a drink. He told me a little more about himself and his gardens. I was very pleased when he invited me to see them. I wasn’t really sure just how to react when he wanted to know more about me. Most people just take me at face value. I’ve learned that the folk of Rhydin usually don’t care to know more about a person aside from if they’re a fun companion. Though I have to admit that Kyndra, Tass, Brig and Art seem to be more than just boon companions. I really enjoy their company and feel that we could all eventually become good and trusted friends.
But back to Art. He asked me to accompany him to a state wedding. Amazing, me, a little ship born line climber at a state wedding. I guess I’m not really all that feminine. I’ve never really taken much interest in clothing and frippery. But when he invited me to join him, I suddenly realized that I didn’t have anything worthy of such an event or escort. But Art is of a very kind heart. He offered to conjure me a gown fit for such a setting. You know, I wonder, is he trying to court me and I’m just not practiced enough to recognize a Gentleman of means wooing when I’m so use to free handed sailors or townsmen that think since I’m a woman in breeches and lived on a ship that I must be loose with my favors? It seemed as though he might be, but then I decided that he was just being kind. I couldn’t resist teasing him when he requested privacy to work on conjuring the gown. He did blush a bit. But more so later when he started to work. Such skill he has! He made my garments flow off me and even fold themselves neatly! But again I couldn’t resist teasing when I told him that should another speak of my birthing mark, knowledge that could only come from him, that I’d torment him with a feather and warm honey. Oh, then he did indeed blush! It was so cute!
That gown was simply amazing! It is the shade of the sea at midnight. A deep blue that glimmers in the light. As I sit admiring it now, I’m still enchanted. Funny, that... could he have woven more than just cloth into it? Anyway, it’s so beautiful and I treasure it as a gift I’m unworthy of. And the lovely sound it made as I moved! It almost made me long for the sea again! But the sound was a comfort to nerves. I was soo nervous about going to the wedding. I knew I didn’t really belong there. It was a state wedding! Royalty! And here I was, a deckhand and dressed so finely and on the arm of a gentleman of reputation and high placed friendships! It was like a dream.
The wedding was lovely, especially all the beautiful flowers that Art had arranged. The one he tucked in my hair I’ve placed a spell of keeping around and hidden away in this book, so I might keep it and remember the night. And Des! She was so lovely and her gallant groom! They struck such a picture of happiness and enchantment! Oh! And to hear the Elvish tongue spoken again! My Da occasionally would speak a few words after my Mother passed away. But not very often. I knew he wanted me to know that heritage, but it always made him so sad. But it was a lovely reminder of my parents to hear it spoken.
The night was one of dreams and enchantment. Art such a gallant escort and seeing to my comfort. Translating the Elvish for me, sharing a sip of honeyed ale. Then it all turned into a nightmare....[/i]
[i]Art came in and we sat and shared a drink. He told me a little more about himself and his gardens. I was very pleased when he invited me to see them. I wasn’t really sure just how to react when he wanted to know more about me. Most people just take me at face value. I’ve learned that the folk of Rhydin usually don’t care to know more about a person aside from if they’re a fun companion. Though I have to admit that Kyndra, Tass, Brig and Art seem to be more than just boon companions. I really enjoy their company and feel that we could all eventually become good and trusted friends.
But back to Art. He asked me to accompany him to a state wedding. Amazing, me, a little ship born line climber at a state wedding. I guess I’m not really all that feminine. I’ve never really taken much interest in clothing and frippery. But when he invited me to join him, I suddenly realized that I didn’t have anything worthy of such an event or escort. But Art is of a very kind heart. He offered to conjure me a gown fit for such a setting. You know, I wonder, is he trying to court me and I’m just not practiced enough to recognize a Gentleman of means wooing when I’m so use to free handed sailors or townsmen that think since I’m a woman in breeches and lived on a ship that I must be loose with my favors? It seemed as though he might be, but then I decided that he was just being kind. I couldn’t resist teasing him when he requested privacy to work on conjuring the gown. He did blush a bit. But more so later when he started to work. Such skill he has! He made my garments flow off me and even fold themselves neatly! But again I couldn’t resist teasing when I told him that should another speak of my birthing mark, knowledge that could only come from him, that I’d torment him with a feather and warm honey. Oh, then he did indeed blush! It was so cute!
That gown was simply amazing! It is the shade of the sea at midnight. A deep blue that glimmers in the light. As I sit admiring it now, I’m still enchanted. Funny, that... could he have woven more than just cloth into it? Anyway, it’s so beautiful and I treasure it as a gift I’m unworthy of. And the lovely sound it made as I moved! It almost made me long for the sea again! But the sound was a comfort to nerves. I was soo nervous about going to the wedding. I knew I didn’t really belong there. It was a state wedding! Royalty! And here I was, a deckhand and dressed so finely and on the arm of a gentleman of reputation and high placed friendships! It was like a dream.
The wedding was lovely, especially all the beautiful flowers that Art had arranged. The one he tucked in my hair I’ve placed a spell of keeping around and hidden away in this book, so I might keep it and remember the night. And Des! She was so lovely and her gallant groom! They struck such a picture of happiness and enchantment! Oh! And to hear the Elvish tongue spoken again! My Da occasionally would speak a few words after my Mother passed away. But not very often. I knew he wanted me to know that heritage, but it always made him so sad. But it was a lovely reminder of my parents to hear it spoken.
The night was one of dreams and enchantment. Art such a gallant escort and seeing to my comfort. Translating the Elvish for me, sharing a sip of honeyed ale. Then it all turned into a nightmare....[/i]
Jal's Journal of Keeping Entry- The Nexus
[i]Art and I were sitting there enjoying the wedding. I was having so much fun! Then there was this darkness that seemed to swallow me. I’d heard a few speak of the Nexus that seems to roam freely in Rhydin, but had no experience of it myself. I really thought it might just be some local lore, or superstition. Everywhere I’ve ever docked has it’s wealth of such things. Tales to wheedle a free drink from sailors, stories passed down from one person to another until the tale has become so fantastic that it lost the roots it sprang from. Whether those roots be some small oddity that really happened, or some drunken imaginings. But it seems I was wrong and the Nexus was intent on proving itself to me that night.
I was swallowed up and yanked away from that lovely wedding and tossed down into some dark pit of nothing. There was this beast... and me without a single blade. I couldn’t really see it well, but it sounded horrid! Such wheezing and grinding and grumbling! It demanded a boon to be released. It wanted the lovely bloom Art had given me. I refused and told it to do it’s worst if it would. I was trembling so hard my teeth were chattering. I almost gave it the bloom for safe transport back to where I’d been, or at least somewhere I’d recognize. But then I got mad! How dare something just yank me up and away from my friends and my lovely evening! It had no right to kidnap me like that! Then to demand I give it a gift given to me for my release. So I refused. That’s where it really got .. well... weird.
Since I refused it my flower, it demanded I dance a jig and sing it sea songs. I don’t sing well, and the songs I learned aboard are really of the lowest sort.. But it was adament. It was that, the bloom or I would remain there. So, I sang.. And danced. I’m really grateful no one was there to see me, I must have looked ridiculous. My fine gown and dainty heels, and dancing a sailors’ jig and preforming a reel. And singing those bawdy songs! But it kept it’s word and by daybreak I was once more in my room at the Inn. I was exhausted both from fear and anger, as well as those songs and dancing. Not the way I’d imagined being tired earlier in the evening and definitely not the music and dancing I’d looked forward to.
I must remember to write Art a note explaining.. Or I think it might be better to try his shop and explain in person. I wouldn’t want my friend to think I just vanished or deserted him at the wedding.[/i]
I was swallowed up and yanked away from that lovely wedding and tossed down into some dark pit of nothing. There was this beast... and me without a single blade. I couldn’t really see it well, but it sounded horrid! Such wheezing and grinding and grumbling! It demanded a boon to be released. It wanted the lovely bloom Art had given me. I refused and told it to do it’s worst if it would. I was trembling so hard my teeth were chattering. I almost gave it the bloom for safe transport back to where I’d been, or at least somewhere I’d recognize. But then I got mad! How dare something just yank me up and away from my friends and my lovely evening! It had no right to kidnap me like that! Then to demand I give it a gift given to me for my release. So I refused. That’s where it really got .. well... weird.
Since I refused it my flower, it demanded I dance a jig and sing it sea songs. I don’t sing well, and the songs I learned aboard are really of the lowest sort.. But it was adament. It was that, the bloom or I would remain there. So, I sang.. And danced. I’m really grateful no one was there to see me, I must have looked ridiculous. My fine gown and dainty heels, and dancing a sailors’ jig and preforming a reel. And singing those bawdy songs! But it kept it’s word and by daybreak I was once more in my room at the Inn. I was exhausted both from fear and anger, as well as those songs and dancing. Not the way I’d imagined being tired earlier in the evening and definitely not the music and dancing I’d looked forward to.
I must remember to write Art a note explaining.. Or I think it might be better to try his shop and explain in person. I wouldn’t want my friend to think I just vanished or deserted him at the wedding.[/i]
Later that day, another entry was made...
I decided that I might come bearing gifts as well as an apology. So I went shopping and found a finely made wineskin. The shopkeep said for an extra silver that he could have Art's name put on it, for another it would be done in silver. So I paid the price and he said it would be ready later in the afternoon. So I headed for the Inn to try to find something suitable to fill it with. The keep at the time had me sample several different wines and ales and meads. I finally decided on an Elvin wine that left a taste of deep, languorous summer on the tongue, a hint of mint and honey gave it a special flavor. It was truly a fine wine, and expensive as well. But I bought enough to both fill the wineskin and a two bottles, one to add to my gift to Art and another to keep in my room to savor.
After picking up the newly embossed wineskin and having it filled at the Inn, I went by Art’s shop. He wasn’t there, but I left the gifts with a note explaining my disappearance and begging his pardon. I hope he’s not very upset with me. I’d not want to upset one of my few friends in this place.
While I was out, I stopped to check on the notes I’d tacked to the Island and Arena walls in hope of finding a better job. I noticed something I hadn’t before, an old note requesting officials for the duels. I noticed that Brigath was one of those listed to contact, so I left him a note on the Island requesting to be considered. Hopefully something good will come of it. I’m so tired of guarding goods that a theif could hardly want.
I decided that I might come bearing gifts as well as an apology. So I went shopping and found a finely made wineskin. The shopkeep said for an extra silver that he could have Art's name put on it, for another it would be done in silver. So I paid the price and he said it would be ready later in the afternoon. So I headed for the Inn to try to find something suitable to fill it with. The keep at the time had me sample several different wines and ales and meads. I finally decided on an Elvin wine that left a taste of deep, languorous summer on the tongue, a hint of mint and honey gave it a special flavor. It was truly a fine wine, and expensive as well. But I bought enough to both fill the wineskin and a two bottles, one to add to my gift to Art and another to keep in my room to savor.
After picking up the newly embossed wineskin and having it filled at the Inn, I went by Art’s shop. He wasn’t there, but I left the gifts with a note explaining my disappearance and begging his pardon. I hope he’s not very upset with me. I’d not want to upset one of my few friends in this place.
While I was out, I stopped to check on the notes I’d tacked to the Island and Arena walls in hope of finding a better job. I noticed something I hadn’t before, an old note requesting officials for the duels. I noticed that Brigath was one of those listed to contact, so I left him a note on the Island requesting to be considered. Hopefully something good will come of it. I’m so tired of guarding goods that a theif could hardly want.
Ponderous Promises
Idle moments, not that her life had many of those these days. One would have thought that with steady, dependable work and income, no longer escorting some overly inflated, both in body and mind, merchant’s cargo, that our lass might see more in the way of idleness. Such was life, and of late, one she had been finding very enjoyable. New friends, of a like mind to enjoy life to the fullest. Jal was finding those were a treasure to make even a pirate king envious. Worthwhile work, even when the evening was slow and there was little to do save acquaint herself further with her patrons. Even the bits of flirting and romance to add spice to life. As she sat pondering these thoughts, a faint curve of lips stole into her revere.
But even so, though life was sweet, there were always promises to keep. Promises. She’d pondered this each time she’d handled the dagger that had long since been retrieved from the weapon-smith. So many promises made in that dark, wailing night. So many with such a small assent. Of late she’d wondered if the promise to leave the decks of the schooner she’d grown up on and find a new life had begun to conflict with the one made to find the sea-slug responsible for her Captain’s death and return his dagger. The desire of the young to live conflicting with the need of blood and honor to fill an oath. Through it all, the world saw only a bright, young lass seemingly imitating a butterfly. Flitting from flirtation to flirtation. Basking in the sunlight of male attention and friendly competition. Though Jal cultivated the idea that she was oblivious to the truth of feelings and intent, she was not. And at times that disturbed her as well. Friends she counted her small circle of new acquaintances. Friends she saw them all. Though it would be a simple matter to fall to one side or the other, wariness kept her firmly planted. The master of Air was a jovial companion and much appreciated for his light manner, attention and genuine friendship. The master of nature was appreciated for the same. Both becoming very dear to her as her exile from the waves wore on. What finer companions could one ask? Along with, of course, the dragon and his lady. Her newer acquaintances were no less treasured. The enchanting fae was becoming much valued for her humor and manner of clear thought and action. The lovely, now monarch was valued for her simple enjoyment of whatever situation she currently found herself, unabashed in her pleasure. Each was teaching her valuable lessons, even did they not suspect.
She was learning that though doubt and insecurity surely daunted all, that life was to be lived. Savored, enjoyed. Jal’s features cleared from the slight marring of a frown, a fingertip sliding over the dagger’s oddly designed grip. A design matching the one in her right palm. No, she was not putting aside one promise in favor of another, more palatable one. She was just enjoying one to the fullest. Unknowing when the other might come upon her, but not cowering in fear of it. Living life for the simple enjoyment of today, because that memory might be needed on the morrow to draw strength from.
But she still pondered the complexities of the romantic venue. Never having much chance to develop the skills many women facilitated as easily as drawing a breath, it was a dilemma previously uncharted. Should she make plain her feelings? Or should she bide quietly? Should she be forthright or await declarations? A sense of fairness warred with a sense of wanting things to remain as they were. She’d not wish to be though a trollop, leading on strings two fine men. Yet, all the same, she had little desire to see a change in anyone’s eyes. Regardless of anything else, she knew herself to not be ready to settle into a staid life of commitment. Some sense of this not being the time yet lingered each time these thoughts tumbled and whirled. That it would come, she had little doubt, whether for a heartbeat or an eon. And she’d heard whispers.. Whispers that indicated that perhaps she’d misjudged a little. But then a rogue was difficult to misjudge. Not that the whispers drove her to despair, but they did bring her thinking more sharply into focus. So, perhaps the rogue was not as deeply entangled as she was concerned. So, perhaps her worries were for naught and matters could continue on with comradery as they had been.
With that last thought, Jal’s features cleared completely. Replacing the dagger in the box she’d commissioned for it, the lid closed without another glance. A merry tune she’d heard from a street vendor taken up as she took herself off to see more of the enchantments of her newly adopted land.
But even so, though life was sweet, there were always promises to keep. Promises. She’d pondered this each time she’d handled the dagger that had long since been retrieved from the weapon-smith. So many promises made in that dark, wailing night. So many with such a small assent. Of late she’d wondered if the promise to leave the decks of the schooner she’d grown up on and find a new life had begun to conflict with the one made to find the sea-slug responsible for her Captain’s death and return his dagger. The desire of the young to live conflicting with the need of blood and honor to fill an oath. Through it all, the world saw only a bright, young lass seemingly imitating a butterfly. Flitting from flirtation to flirtation. Basking in the sunlight of male attention and friendly competition. Though Jal cultivated the idea that she was oblivious to the truth of feelings and intent, she was not. And at times that disturbed her as well. Friends she counted her small circle of new acquaintances. Friends she saw them all. Though it would be a simple matter to fall to one side or the other, wariness kept her firmly planted. The master of Air was a jovial companion and much appreciated for his light manner, attention and genuine friendship. The master of nature was appreciated for the same. Both becoming very dear to her as her exile from the waves wore on. What finer companions could one ask? Along with, of course, the dragon and his lady. Her newer acquaintances were no less treasured. The enchanting fae was becoming much valued for her humor and manner of clear thought and action. The lovely, now monarch was valued for her simple enjoyment of whatever situation she currently found herself, unabashed in her pleasure. Each was teaching her valuable lessons, even did they not suspect.
She was learning that though doubt and insecurity surely daunted all, that life was to be lived. Savored, enjoyed. Jal’s features cleared from the slight marring of a frown, a fingertip sliding over the dagger’s oddly designed grip. A design matching the one in her right palm. No, she was not putting aside one promise in favor of another, more palatable one. She was just enjoying one to the fullest. Unknowing when the other might come upon her, but not cowering in fear of it. Living life for the simple enjoyment of today, because that memory might be needed on the morrow to draw strength from.
But she still pondered the complexities of the romantic venue. Never having much chance to develop the skills many women facilitated as easily as drawing a breath, it was a dilemma previously uncharted. Should she make plain her feelings? Or should she bide quietly? Should she be forthright or await declarations? A sense of fairness warred with a sense of wanting things to remain as they were. She’d not wish to be though a trollop, leading on strings two fine men. Yet, all the same, she had little desire to see a change in anyone’s eyes. Regardless of anything else, she knew herself to not be ready to settle into a staid life of commitment. Some sense of this not being the time yet lingered each time these thoughts tumbled and whirled. That it would come, she had little doubt, whether for a heartbeat or an eon. And she’d heard whispers.. Whispers that indicated that perhaps she’d misjudged a little. But then a rogue was difficult to misjudge. Not that the whispers drove her to despair, but they did bring her thinking more sharply into focus. So, perhaps the rogue was not as deeply entangled as she was concerned. So, perhaps her worries were for naught and matters could continue on with comradery as they had been.
With that last thought, Jal’s features cleared completely. Replacing the dagger in the box she’d commissioned for it, the lid closed without another glance. A merry tune she’d heard from a street vendor taken up as she took herself off to see more of the enchantments of her newly adopted land.
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