Firus Envy

Two Years & a Lifetime Later

So much has happened…has changed since I have last written here. I was furious beyond measure at Raziel for seeming to snub me – for running. Yet my actions, while full of self-righteous fury at the time, now seem to me a large part of the problem. After we had been together that one night and subsequently fought I decided to take that fight as far as I was able. I was not happy and I was going to let the world in on my feelings as well. So I began to do little things that I knew would annoy him…like snubbing him, being incredibly spiteful. I even plotted to make him think that I killed a few people, just to let him know how extremely angry I was with him. For days and weeks this dragged on…with only one day of relief. For one day, we seemed to be happy once more. He apologized through his music and I was drawn to that sweet sound and resolved to try one more time to make everything work. I was drawn and repelled to him at the same time. I hated the way he made me feel, the things he made me think about at times but at the same time I yearned for that modicum of excitement, of dangerous difference. So, in the gnomish city we flew above the clouds and resolved or problems…or so I thought.

The next few days confused me even more! We traveled north to seek a cure for the Firus Virus that had been running rampant. We sought the wisdom of an old sage that was supposed to help us find what we needed. In the process we all got hurt. I nearly drowned in a pool of icy black death-water and, when we finally got to the sage, Gaz and Raziel and I were forced to choose a random number before any of our questions were asked or answered. We chose seven. Little did we know the consequences of that simple number. There was a deck of cards that each of us drew from, in order, and Raziel and Gaz got the brunt of the misfortune. Though I don’t know for sure what happened to them, they both seemed very out-of-it and weakened. But at least some good came of the whole endeavor. I drew two cards, one that made me feel a lot stronger and granted me a strange-looking but oddly beautiful headdress and a card that granted me a large keep, with servants and furnishings included. And we got to ask our questions, something we needed to do if we had any hope of figuring out how to stop or at least slow down the virus that was spreading across the world. And with my increased power, I would be better able to fight and to help the people that needed it. As long as I had Raziel and Gaz with me, I couldn’t see doing anything less.

But somehow this made Raziel extremely upset. I couldn’t for the life of me figure out why I was suddenly getting the cold shoulder and being ignored again! I was only doing what he asked – what he wanted. I was on this journey, to save the world, and I was doing the best that I could to make sure that we accomplished just that. It came to a head one night below a tax-collector’s ship that we had commandeered. Fire and ice clashed in a titanic battle of wills. When, in a cold fury, Raziel declared that I didn’t love him, didn’t care about him, because I hadn’t jumped at the sage’s offer of rescinding the cards we had drawn and going on our way without asking our questions, I was flabbergasted. Hadn’t Raziel been the very one advocating that we needed to save the world and its people at all costs?? Fire-mingled fury flared from my heart and overtook me. When he claimed that I did nothing but think of myself because I had taken the tax collector’s money without a thought inflamed the already blazing fire, turning it into a veritable inferno. Anger blazed from my eyes at his misguided assumptions. Hadn’t I been doing all of this for his sake?? Forsaking my attempts at returning to my own world in order to try and save this world that I didn’t even know?? Gathering power and money so that, together, we could make a difference and be “good”, as I thought he so desperately wanted? Fine. If this is all he thought of me, then I was gone. No second chances in my mind. In fury, I took off all of my bags and dropped them haphazardly at his feet. My clothes were next. If he wanted any of it, he was free to it. If that was what was important to him he could have it all for all I cared. I stormed out of the room towards the room Carlita was in, vowing not to continue with this foolish mission, only to let him gather what it was he wanted so I could return and then leave again, this time for good.

All of that changed just a few moments later, with the tiniest of motions. A small kick, that’s all it was, but it changed everything. I was pregnant. Pregnant with Raziel’s child. Half-demon, half fire-elf – the poor child seemed destined for a life of trouble and misconceptions. And I, I didn’t want to stay with Raziel anymore, not for anything. But what to do about what I had just felt?? I cried and held my abdomen, wondering at life and its cruel jokes. If we were on land, I could have found some choice herbs that would ensure the child was never born. But we weren’t on land. I needed time; time to think, time to decide. I hit upon the idea of making some magical items for the group to use on our trip to the north to find the cure. I quickly and tersely told both Gaz and Raziel not to disturb me for the next week. A week would be perfect – it would give me time to decide what to do…and magic always helped me to relax and to focus. I went into a room on the tax collector’s ship to begin.

But something was off. As I entered, I could feel magic enveloping the entire room. I realized, after I entered, that it was some sort of time warp that was disrupting the flow of time. I sighed – at least I would be able to finish the items without a problem. I began work and focused my mind on only that. Oh I paused to eat and to drink, occasionally to sleep, but my mind never left my work. How much time passed, I couldn’t tell. One day blended into the next. Had I been here a day? a week? years? I looked down towards my stomach as a stab of pain shot through it and noticed that it had grown quite large. Longer than a few weeks then, I thought. I went back to work, only to have another stab of pain interrupt me a few moments later. Annoyed, I sat the tools I was using down and proceeded to sit on the small pile of blankets I had been using as a bed. I rubbed my swollen belly and noticed a ripple of movement across it. I drew my hand back in fear. Fire…fire would help me to relax. I lit a few candles and positioned them throughout the room. It was lucky I did it when I did. A few moments after I had finished placing the candles I felt another jolt of pain, this one hurting more than the others. The pains continued to grow worse and to come more and more often. I couldn’t move from the blankets I was on. I moaned in primal pain, my parched lips half-open as I realized with a start that I was having the baby. I should have panicked but everything felt so surreal in that little room and I was determined to beat the pain and to prove to everyone that I was useful to the group. I somehow managed to stay awake throughout the ordeal and a few hours later; bloody, hurting, and exhausted, I lay triumphantly on the blood-soaked pile of blankets, holding a small white-haired, pointy-eared creature bundled in blankets close to my heart. I had done it! My heart melted at his sweet face. Zeldaryn Kallyl I sighed happily. His name will be Zeldaryn

Days turned to months and the boy-child grew. The work I had begun took longer than I had ever thought it would. Zel grew into a mostly-happy young child and still I worked on, with Zel eventually learning what I was doing and doing his best to help me. I feared to leave, feared to lose the work that I had imbued with so much of myself. I made Zel a set of paintbrushes to entertain himself with and he became quite a proficient artist. That and helping me were some of his only past times. As he grew, he reminded me more and more of his father. I thought about what had happened, this time with a clearer head and with the patience that I had had to learn with a small child running about. Perhaps he wasn’t as much of a jerk as I had thought he was. I sighed sadly. Too bad it had taken me this long to figure it out. I know I could have done more to make him feel like I loved him – his reaction the first time I had said those words made me hesitate to do anything suggesting that I did love him. But I had been too hasty in my actions and I feared I had alienated the one true love I had ever had. I looked deeper in my heart and found that I still held him close, for all that we had fought. I still loved him.

When the items were finally complete, we left the bubble. Zel went first and the bubble that I had somehow created with my magic broke and dragged me with it. I collapsed on the floor, unconscious.

When I awoke, it was to the concerned faces of Gaz, Raziel, and Zel. I looked up at Raziel and smiled at him tenderly for a second, happy at just being able to see his face. It had been such a long time. Though I wasn’t sure I was going to at first, I eventually told Raziel who Zel was and that he was his father. I had thought he wasn’t going to be pleased but he turned out to be a better father than I ever expected. He seemed to care for the boy almost instantly. I smiled, glad that Zel would have a father, but my heart wasn’t truly in it…it was a family that I longed for. But I didn’t want to drive Raz away anymore than I already had. I let him bond with Zel and did the best I could to leave them alone.

This is where the story starts to turn ugly. Carlita, who we had kept under our surveillance for the journey to the north, escaped while we were in one of the northern cities. She set the boats and the whole city on fire and proceeded to fly, cackling, away. Zel and Raziel built a boat together and we managed to save the residents, going towards the next town to the north. Carlita was waiting there, though. She had already taken infected a lot of the town with the Firus Virus and had taken control of them. They moved to attack us and a battle ensued. It was fierce, but eventually we gained the upper hand. I finished off Carlita once and for all with a beam of disintegration that I put all of my effort into. I wanted her to be gone and to quit trying to hurt the ones I loved. I smiled ferally as I watched her body crumble to ash.

...Except it wasn’t really her. It took us a few weeks to figure it out but it turned out that she had somehow switched bodies with Raziel. I was horrified! The only thing that kept Raz on this plane of existence was the soul-splice that bound us together. I had thought it broken when Carlita was destroyed but it wasn’t the case. Carlita had been alone with Zel too…as soon as she was discovered she spoke some sort of arcane word to Zel and he flew off to do whatever dastardly deed she had mind-controlled him to perform. Gaz flew after him – he was the only one who could keep up – while Raziel’s spirit struggled valiantly with Carlita’s to gain control of his body. I could only watch in horror.

Finally, Raziel did gain control. But our son and Gaz were still in danger, with no way for us to catch up to them. Then Raz had an idea, though it was dangerous. He would have another battle of wills with Carlita. If he took control of her spirit using his body, he might be able to undo whatever geas Carlita had put on Zel. It would be tough, but it was the only chance we had to try and save him. My hands shook as Raziel bid me wait and watch, and kill his body if Carlita took it over again. Could I do it? I would have to. Then those three little words that I had been so longing to hear were spoken. Simple, but more beautiful than any words I had yet heard. I love you Nothing more – but there didn’t need to be more. I whispered the words back to him and my world felt right again. I would do what I needed to do. I had to be strong for him and for Zel. I drew a deep breath and pulled out my dagger, then watched and waited as Raziel released Carlita once more.

A struggle of wills ensued, and I am happy to say that Raziel won out once more. He got a picture from Carlita’s mind of where she had sent Zel and we teleported there…only to look up in horror at the sight of our son, fully demonized and sporting large, obsidian-black horns and a leering, hateful visage. My Zel! I couldn’t stand it. I cast a fly spell and flew up to try and knock him out of whatever Carlita had done to him. I don’t remember much of the battle after that, only the sight of Gaz’adrias, in full angelic battle-fury waging and epic-looking battle with Zel, who truly looked like something born of the Abyss. I grabbed at him and tried to shake him out of it, but nothing seemed to work.

Finally, though I don’t know exactly how, we were triumphant. Zel fell to the ground, back to his old self, though unconscious and decidedly the worse for the wear. He was bleeding from a number of places, though Gaz had been as gentle as he could. And Carlita’s plan – Zel had dripped blood into an evil-looking temple. Gaz had, luckily washed most of it away but a small amount had still gotten in. Raziel rushed over to Zel’s side and I let him take over. The temple opened and a large mummy came shambling out. I disintegrated it, letting the spell fly along with all my pent-up anger and fury that I hadn’t been able to unleash on the true Carlita and watched in satisfaction at the mummy shriveled and then turned to ash, leaving a black box behind. It was decidedly evil, and Raziel buried it, surrounding it with the hardest substance we could think of.

That’s when we met Fairelsh. He was a drow with wild red hair that came upon us. But he seemed nice enough after we convinced him that we weren’t evil and he led us to a place we could stay the night. I was drained and hurt more than I had ever hurt before, but as I lay down next to Raziel, with Zel curled up between us, I was also happier than I had ever been. It was right and good. I was truly part of a family. I felt home, more so than I ever had with the other fire elves. I smiled and went to sleep, content that my family was safe and would live to see another day.

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Revelation.

There comes a time in life when we make a choice that will define us. Our first reaction to this choice is not necessarily our true choice. As powerful as mortals and immortals are like, we can be struck witless and spineless by our emotions. I found myself in a whirlwind of emotions that caused my tongue to speak false words laced with ignorance. Sere has always accepted me for who I am, in fact she embraces and desires the face beneath the mask I parade around in. That is what love truly is but my inexperience and romantic notion of well..romance made me think other wise. In the songs I sing and the songs I have heard in my travels, love always seemed like this grandiose and dramatic thing that trumped everything, logic included.

Our adventures lead us to an all knowing prophet who of course spoke in riddles. A deck of cards was presented to us and it delivered mostly misfortune to Gaz and great fortune to Sere. I was literally rendered stupid by a card that I pulled and my memories felt like mist in my head rather than solid memories. We were given a chance to dismiss the effects of the cards and I looked to Sere. Given my foolish notion of love I expected her to cast aside the treasures she had received and tell the prophet to restore my good health. But that was not the case and I was left with the bitter taste in my mouth. I am ashamed to admit how I felt next when we fought against Carlita. Sere is as powerful as she is beautiful and she consumed our enemies in a fire that burnt their flesh and reunited them with the earth. I felt a strange stab of jealous as she was able to do so much and I did so little. Those feelings combined with my disappointment from earlier caused me to push her away from me. Unfortunately I didn’t stop to think about Sere’s emotions which can be as wild and uncontrolled as a inferno. She told me that we were done and rid herself of her clothes before walking away naked.

Luckily this is not where the story ends. Instead the story only becomes more interesting and I make the choice that defines if I am truly a being of good or evil. Sere went into her dimensional room for what appeared to be a week but something happened that caused her to be thrown into a strange time continuum and two years passed. In that time she also gave birth—to our child. Given my blood instead of being a year old, he is several years old and depending on what he is feeling, he changes ages. Sere was reluctant to tell me that he was my child because the two of us spoke of children before and I said I did not wish to have children. It is not because I did not want a child but rather because I did not want to curse them with a fiendish appearance that would lead to many struggles and difficulties in life. After spending just a little bit of time with him, there was no way I could keep the truth a secret from Zel. I wanted him to know that he was a father and I wanted to be the one to guide him and help him deal with his fiendish nature.

Things were starting to look up and I even found myself more competent in battle. Carlita attacked us once again but this time we were going to finish her once and for all. A battle broke out in a small fishing town where most of the inhabitant were diseased and Carlita was controlling them. Gaz and I held most of the creatures off while Sere helped the crew of our ship get it sea ready. Then she joined the battle and was able to weaken Carlita. Gaz used his magic to knock her out of the air and onto the ground with us.

Then something very strange happened. One second I was looking at Carlita and the next I was looking at myself. Just my mind was grasping this I had a visit from death. Death did not come kindly knocking on my door but rather it charged me like a rallied cavalry. For a moment there was an excruciating pain that rushed through me. Every part of my body began to crumble and turn to ash. I can still the wicked flash of green when I close my eyes. It consumed me and broke me. Death was a sweet release from the pain that wracked through my body. When I could see again I was no longer a living, breathing being—I was not a spirit.

The soulbond I share with Sere kept me anchored to this world. Carlita was still in my body and she joined everyone on the ship and set sail for our next destination. I tried everything to get the attention of my friends but nothing worked. I spent the next two weeks contemplating my life and what I would do if I was given a chance to live again. When I started acting cold towards Sere, I ran into the succubus who was my mentor. I realized that even though physically we shared many of the same traits, we were two different creatures entirely. Lust and greed radiated from her and filled the air with a musky stench. There was no light in her amber eyes, no hidden depths, and definitely no soul. There was only a darkness that sucked in those who looked too closely. I was repulsed by her and yet at the same time I wanted to reach out to her and offer her what was given to me; redemption. The world she lives in is a black and white world; it’s dull and simple. When I was an incubus my emotions never ran deep. The only deep thoughts I had involved how to bed a woman or how to delightful it would be to pluck the feathers off of an angel’s wings and listen to her whimper as I defiled her. Everything was physical to me and I only wanted to satisfy myself.

The time Sere and I fell into each others arms was different. When we kissed I felt connected to the world and when she spoke my name I felt an emotion stir so deeply within me that I certain it reached my soul. For days after wards, the memories burned brightly in my mind. All it took was a small reminder and I lost my senses and the only thing I was aware of was the memory and the terrible ache inside of me to hold her close and relive those memories.

And then there was my thoughts of Zel. I have done so many things in my life that I am not proud of. I have done things that if I had had a soul before, it would drenched in darkness and shriveled. But Zel..when I feel Zel I feel nothing but pride. It got me to thinking; I am a part of that wonderful and sweet child. Zel has my blood inside of him. In fact, when he changes form he looks like what I would have looked like as a child. I thought that surely I cannot be that much of a monster if I am resemble for a blessing like Zel.

I wasn’t the only one who saw Zel’s potential. Carlita saw it as well and she started to poison him with her corrupt magics. It didn’t take too long for Gaz and Sere to start to pick up that something was off with ‘me’. While they were confronting me, I focused on the magic that was being seeped into Zel and when I realized it was corrupting magic; I was filled with an undiminishable rage. Through sheer will power I was able to take over Sere’s familiar and speak to her. However, by the time I alerted them to what was going on it was too late. Carlita used a geas on Zel and he took off.

I realized that I would not be able to find Zel in time to save him. Gaz was able to keep up with him but I wasn’t sure if he would be able to stop Zel from whatever nefarious mission Carlita had sent him on. I also realized that Carlita knew where she sent him and that the spell had been cast through my body. If I could have Carlita’s soul in me but I was in control of my body, I might be able to use my telepathy to paint a detailed image in Sere’s mind and she could teleport us there. There was also a chance I could dispel the spell. I told Sere of my plan and I told her that if I lost the battle when she needed to kill me right away. It was in that moment that I made the choice that defines me. Death had visited me once and it had been a miserable experience; if death visited me again I was certain that Death would take me into it’s clutches and drag me off to whatever judgment awaits me. But thinking of my son and how he was being used for a pawn and could be killed..death seemed insignificant. When I spoke there was no fear in my eyes and words and I think that scared Sere a little. Because she knew she would not be able to talk me out of the decision I had made.

I told her that we needed to come up with a secret word of phrase that would let her know that I was the one in control of myself. The two of us looked at each other and that ache from before returned in full force. It was possible that this was the last time the two of us would see each other and I did not want to die with regret in my heart. I spoke in an elvish tongue and said “Lets try..I love you.” At first she looked confused and then it dawned on her what I meant and the smile on her face said it all to me. There wasn’t enough time for us to say anything else and express the emotions that were like a torrent inside the both of us or at least I imagine she was feeling the same torrent of emotion I was feeling. I released Carlita’s soul from the crystal it was inside of and a mental battle took place.

I needed more than one victory to succeed in my plan. The first victory allowed us to find Zel’s location and Sere teleported us there. When we arrived Zel was engaged in a bloody battle with Gaz at a desecrated temple. Sere tried to snap Zel out of his trance and I mentally engaged Carlita in battle once again. My mind was pushed to exhaustion and the strain made it feel like someone had wedged an axe into my brain. No matter how tired I was, I refused to lose. My son was depending on me and I was not going to let him down. Some where deep inside of me there was still strength left and I drew upon that strength to bring life back to my body. I overwhelmed Carlita and I was in control once again. The victory couldn’t have come at a better time because Zel’s blood was dripping down from the air towards a pool down below. Some of his blood reached it and the walls began to radiate an evil that was so powerful my head was left spinning. As sick as I felt, my years of training in the arcane did not disappointment and I was able to dispel the geas on Zel. His body started to fall and I caught him and cradled him in my arms.

I am not entirely sure what happened next, I was too consumed in my efforts to comfort my son to pay attention to anything else. Sere and Gaz were some how able to stop the temple from becoming even more desecrated. They were not able to stop an ancient evil from awakening but by now Sere and Gaz are quite powerful and they handled the mummy on their own. They investigated the coffin the creature came from and a box was there. Gaz drew on his knowledge from his time in the celestial planes and discovered that the box contained an evil so malicious and powerful that if it was practically a seed of evil and if it was unleashed the world would be destroyed. A strange feline like drow appeared at this moment and after a quick scuffle with us (he thought we were evil but we proved other wise),he helped us contain the evil. I used my lute of creation to wrap the box up in the material it was kept in and we made sure it was well hidden.

That night I fell asleep next to my family with my son in my arms and my love by my side. In the morning Sere and I spent the afternoon together and after some casual conversation, she asked me why I gave her another chance. My as a wandering soul made me realize that was important to me and I told her that Zel and her are the most important things in my life. I have spoken many words of magic and wielded them to do amazing things but when she told me that she loved me, when I said “I love you” I felt like those words possessed more magic than every song I have ever sang and every spell I have ever crafted.

Now I have a love, a son, and I helped save the world. Not too bad for an Incubus, eh?

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Manuel To Da Rescue!

What a day! I woke up with a feeling of elation, ready to take down the Knights of Old again, to show them they were not better than us. However that feeling changed when I was confronted with a group of them that seemed to not follow the code of the KOO. One of them in particular took me under there wing, making sure I knew the ways of right and justice. I quickly knew my former allies were tricking me this whole time. ho really kills people for fun, honestly? I switched sides faster than a jumping refried bean in a hot pan. We fought valiantly even into the fire breached city. My new ally, Fredric, told me to show how brave I was and save people and bring them to the safe house. I scoured burnt building, taking sweltering heat to show my new friend that I am not simply a nobody, I was someone who could be a KOO, someone who was ready for the fight. I am ready, Manuel is ready.

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Answers with no Questions

I am a fool – a naïve, trusting, utter simpleton. The journey to this world so far has been nothing short of a rousing adventure. I have a “protector” by the name of Gaz’adrias, who seems to think I’m someone who needs to be looked after. He claims to be an angel, and though I’m not sure if he actually is or not, his green hair and glowing skin lend strength to his claim. He found me in the desert and has been following me ever since, though my blood boils to have someone watching my every step and expecting me to be of some sort of importance to the balance of the world when I know I am not. I was traveling through the desert when he found me and he has been tagging along ever since. This is also where we discovered a portal underneath a Hawthorne bush. Strange, to say the least. I was intrigued at the secretive nature of the passage and at the magics that were at work in the portal. Unable to figure out exactly where it led, I decided to let my instincts and love of adventure guide me and jumped in headfirst to try and ascertain exactly where the magic led to and what it was doing there. The thrill of danger and near death, while frightful and something to be avoided to most, is a powerful addiction for me. I got a lot more than I bargained for, though. The land we came to is not on any of the maps that I have ever seen. I wonder if we have made it to another world entirely.

When we arrived in the new area, for Gaz’adrias had apparently jumped in the portal after me, it was more strange than I had anticipated. The government officials here are infuriating! We managed to find our way to a small town, starving and bedraggled due to the government “tax collectors” outright stealing the money they needed to survive, in the form of “taxes waged”. Hah! I’d like to show a few of them exactly where they can go – there is a lovely layer of the Abyss that would do just perfectly. But enough of that. The short of it is, we wandered through a few areas trying to get our bearings and figure out where in the world we were. It was exciting – between impersonating some knights and managing to escape an attempt at being poisoned, I was having the time of my life. Except for this annoying knight who keeps following us around.

Anyway. We made it to one of the major cities, by the name of Draktinin. We managed to sneak a free night at the inn by pretending to be Knights of Old. The only drawback was that we had to give a musical performance at the inn. Good thing old Gaz has a flare for the dramatic. He had the audience dangling at his fingers. I think I might be beginning to admire his determination a bit. We spent the night there, only to be given a mission the next day to investigate why a number of Knights of Old were disappearing in the city. Feh! I didn’t really see the need but Gaz seemed to think it was a good idea. I went along with it – maybe there would be a reward. I could use some of the local currency – everyone here freaks out when I pull out a simple piece of gold. What we didn’t bargain for was a very valiant attempt on our lives, following which we escaped into some odd dungeon, whereupon we managed to release some ages-old evil wizard bent on world domination…or maybe destruction. Just goes to show you can’t trust a pretty face and a plea for help. Last time I ever do something for anyone out of the goodness of my heart. The she-witch tricked us into releasing her by claiming that she had gotten trapped “accidentally”. When she was free she transformed into the wizard and flew away, laughing maniacally! I was okay with what had happened up to this point – I wasn’t planning on sticking around to mess with this wizard anyway. It wasn’t my fault he got released! We’ll find the most convenient way home and go back. Gaz’adrias’s saying that I’m meant to “save the world” is a load of crap anyway. Hah!

But oh – it gets worse. This time the victim wasn’t just some random people I didn’t know in a world I didn’t care for – this time the person getting hurt was me. I have neglected mentioning it up to this point, but during the course of trying to figure out what in the Nine Layers of the Abyss was going on with the Knights of Old, we bumped into a very old, very creepy-sounding man by the name of Claude. Suffice it to say that he is most definitely not what he seems. He turns out to be some sort of demon, which I find rather funny. I expected Gaz to put up some sort of horrific fight or at least some heated exchange. But no; he didn’t care. Sigh. I expected a demon, of all things, to be…well…demonic. But this demon was good! Heh! Can you believe it? He kept getting upset at the most bizarre things. Like taking out one of those bastard tax collectors and throwing him down a pit. Or not wanting to go “protect the town”. Whatever – at least he was decent in a fight and had managed to save my life a few times. I began to appreciate his determination, not to mention his gorgeous looks. Then SHE happened. The she-witch, Carlita somehow spliced our souls together. We can’t be separated by more than forty feet or so; no matter how hard either of us tries. I was so upset at first! I HATE being constrained – being caged. And this damn do-gooder demon would only be upset at my actions; I would have to live with his criticisms. I seriously contemplated pulling out a dagger and putting one of us out of our misery – preferably him – but I’m no match to him in close combat.

The next day we began to argue over being tied together. After a number of choice words I discovered that I sort of understood his point of view. In fact, though it didn’t work for me, I could see some of why he did what he did. My kind in general, and me more than most, tend to feel our emotions in extremes. All love or hate and nothing in between. I’ll admit that this handsome looks and the though of being with someone so intrinsically dangerous roused my interest. When the feeling seemed to be reciprocated, feelings became heated and suffice it to say that the burning house where we were bonded will never be quite the same again. In the moment, all I wanted was him – was to be together for an eternity. I felt connected, whether through the spell or something else, more connected than I had ever felt with anyone.

But I told him I loved him. That is where it all began to go downhill. I knew I shouldn’t have said it – didn’t say it very loudly. Hadn’t even meant to say the feelings in my deepest heart as of yet. But I did say it. The panic-stricken look in his amber-hued eyes and his silence were all the answer I needed. He didn’t love me, regardless of what my feelings were. He had shared what an incubus actually was and I was a fool to think that his actions were anything more than an outpouring of his basic being – was a fool to hold the fragile hope of something returning such an intrinsically weak sentiment as love. Especially an incubus! Hah! I was naïve, trusting fool to have let myself be so overswept by the emotions of the moment that I shared what I have never shared with anyone. He had slept with thousands – had told me so himself. What made me think I was any different. While I might have said the words a little early, his denial of them still hurt; I felt my insides turn to ice and my heart shatter; broken. I vowed there and then to never let another in as close to me – to become as vulnerable as I had just become; to slip behind the mask of bravado and nonchalance that I always kept up. He had had his chance and he had not taken it. No one else would have the opportunity. He was the same as all of the others I had met. It was useless to try and reach out and connect with someone; to stick your neck out and try and help someone else – all it did was leave you open for attack, leave you vulnerable. Love – hah! Who needed love anyway. That book was resoundingly slammed shut; no question in my mind as to what Claude truly felt. But my life was still my own. I would find the secrets of magic; attain the power I sought. The others don’t matter. The bond that ties us will soon be broken and then I will be free once more to do what I wish. Power is all that matters and when the world recognizes the power and the authority that I would make my own I would have all that I could ever want. I would be happy. I would, at the least, be in control. I’m actually happy that this experience with Claude happened when it did. I will know what never to do again.

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Questions with no answers.

The new day has offered little clarity to me. While my body has been alive for over two thousand years, my new state of mind is only a hundred years old. I feel like an entirely different person than who I use to be, though there are parts of my past that unfortunately I cannot ignore.

Love is almost a foreign concept to me. I was told by many of my ‘lovers’ that they loved me but the words never touched my heart. Without a soul all the heart is, is an organ that keeps blood pumping through a being. I never dreamed that anyone other than my priestess would love me. The love I had for her was just beginning to blossom, I lost her before I could explore the fleeings stirring in my heart.

When I met Sere love was the last thing on my mind. I found myself in a strange new world and I was not sure why. I took on three aliases and I used those disguises to learn about the world. Like with any world, my kind is not exactly welcome. Though I use “my kind” loosely because I am not sure what I am any more. That being said, I doubt that most people would believe that a demon of all creatures could be redeemed. So I charmed people, shared stories and tales and learned about this world but I never befriended anyone. It was too dangerous to take that risk.

That is until I heard of an organization called the Knights of Old. From what I have seen and heard they believe in goodness and protecting the lands and being kind and fair. This is what I strive to be now. I want to be a good person, I want to become the being that my priestess envisioned. My hope is that I continue to good deeds and help those I come across, all the demonic blood inside of my will change and I will be a truly good being. I ran into Sere and Gaz while I was trying to discover more information on the Knights of Old. They were holding a ceremony to celebrate the end of a pilgrimage.

I wasn’t fond of either of them at first. Gaz is a glowing green being that is literally an angel sent from the celestial planes to protect Sere. Needless to say I was nervous around him because our kind are mortal enemies. Sere..I’ve never seen a creature like her before. Her hair looks like it is made of flames because of the brilliant colors in it and how soft and free flowing it is. Her skin is even darker than my own, it is a dark charcoal color, and the warmth of her skin..ah, I didn’t notice how warm it was until the other evening. I didn’t have a chance to take in her looks, I was too distracted by the poor attitude she had. She was not very sociable and her words could be less than kind. Though I wasn’t exactly that charming myself. I was in my old man disguise and on more than one occasion I was called creepy. Some how I won them over or at least they were willing to let me help on one of their Knights of Old adventures.

To make a long story short; I revealed my true form to them, we fought our way out of an arena, stumbled upon an ancient laboratory, and we set free an ancient evil. Whoops. We informed one of the higher ups in the Knights of Old about what had happened and we lead a task force to the arena we fought in. Originally we were lured there under the guise that the dock it was in was holding a private party for the Knights of Old. Needless to say, that wasn’t the case. There was lots of fighting and brave heroics and we were victorious.

That was one of two battles we engaged in, almost back to back. During that time Sere start to trust me more and we had a couple of heart-to-hearts. I found myself enjoying her company more and more and we even danced together at one of the celebration and started to communicate with each other via my telepathy. Things were going great until we came across Carlita, who is the sorceress we set free. Though now I think that the actual Carlita was being used a vessel for some greater evil power. After we defeated the sorceress hench man, my allies tracked her down to an alley. I wasn’t there at the time because I was trying to raise the morale of the villagers who had recently lost their homes and loved ones (When we left the arena and stepped outside, we found the village in chaos. It was being attacked by trolls). Sere was off looting the bodies of the dead! And to make things worse, when I caught up to them she was screaming and yelling at this frightened woman who was shaking on the ground and she was curled up. A few kind words on my part was all it took to comfort her. I lead her to the Inn and asked the Knights of Old to look after her. I can understand why Gaz and Sere were not kind at first, the woman was none other than Carlita. I detected good on her and she gave off the aura of someone who is kind and good.

I cannot recall entirely what was said next but at some point I ended up getting into an argument with Gaz and Sere. I think it was because I criticized their approach and Gaz pointed out my past and struck a raw nerve with me. I told them that I was done and I went to leave them to their business. I did not get very far..I took no more than 40 steps and I walked into an invisible wall. I could sense magic in the air and when I honed in on it I discovered that the two of us are now soul bonded!

The next morning Sere and I were walking to the market place and she suddenly whirled around and informed me that just because there was some bond forged between us; she was not going to do whatever I wanted. I told her that I was not about to let her chaotic nature taint my soul. I had worked too hard to leave behind the monster I once was. I was surprised to see hurt in her eyes and even though my redemption is something I am very passionate about, the hurt in her eyes was enough to fan the flames building inside of me. I apologized and I opened up to her and she opened up to me as well. I don’t know what came over me but I saw her look at me with eyes of adoration and I reached over to touch her cheek. Suddenly she was crying and she tried to run away from me. Poor Sere, she forgot about the invisible wall that was create because of our bond and she slammed into it and crumpled to the ground. I quickly ran over to her side and scooped her up in my arms. She was a mess of emotions and I couldn’t understand a word that she spoke. So I used a calming emotion spell to help soothe her wild emotion. It worked and suddenly the two of us realized how close we were to each other.

I was a fool and I had to know right then and there if the adoration I saw in her eyes was real. I told her that I would not hurt her, that I would not play games with her..and then I kissed her. It was like nothing I had ever experienced person. There was rush of warmth that flooded my body and her lips tasted so sweet, I couldn’t help myself. I wanted more, so much more. And the passion behind her kiss told me that she too wanted more. The two of us found an abandoned home that was still smoldering from the previous evenings attack. At the time I did not think it was very romantic but now that I think about it; she’s a fire elf. It probably reminded her of home. Out of everything that happened next, two things truly surprised me. One was when she asked me to be in my true form. She did not want to make love to me in the handsome human form that so many women desire and wish to bed; she wanted the demon. I hesitated for a long time but her words were so loving and genuine that I shifted to my true form. I can still feel her soft caresses on my wings, my entire body shivered.

The world has never been more alive to me than it was when our limbs were tangled in each others and my lips explored all of her heated skin. The colors seemed so much more vibrant and the emotions and sensations that ran through me were intensified by ten fold. It was like living in another plane of existence all together. I felt like I could spend an eternity in that little burned down room and I would live an eternity of bliss. But sadly I am still trying to comprehend my emotions and I was not expecting her to say what she said next. Her head was in my chest and in a very soft, very small voice, she told me that she loved me.

And I panicked. Oh gods, how I panicked. A thousand anxious thoughts rushed through my mind and I stupidly told her that we should probably head back. I could see the pain in her eyes, I could feel the walls that I had torn down rebuild themselves around her. She told me thank you and then she left and returned to the others.

Could this be love? Could the feelings I have inside of me be just that? I don’t know what to think. I am afraid that the feelings are being created by the bond the two of us share and once it’s gone, she will go back to seeing me as a creepy monster. I am also afraid that my priestess will see this as a betrayal. Love is suppose to last for a life time and extend to the heavens, isn’t it? If I love someone else, am I betraying her? Am I dishonoring my memory? I have so many questions and no answers. And the only person I could talk to about this is the one person I can’t talk to about all of this.

Siiigh. I need to figure this out soon. Normally when I am writing I feel jovial and I like to throw in some humor but now if it was not for the guilt I feel; I would feel empty.

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I've gone and made a mess..

You would think that the least of my concerns in a new world filled with peril would be romance, right? But it seems that no matter how much of my true nature I try and deny, part of it always rears it’s ugly head. I mean really..I should be worried about my life! I should be worried that someone will discover what I am. Infernal, I should be worried about the crazed sorceress we released into the world!

But instead I let my emotions get the best of me with one of my fellow adventurers. Someone who apparently is meant to save the world. I should not act on emotions that I do not fully understand. No matter how strong they are. No matter how wonderful they are. I—sigh. I should rest and I will write more in the morning when my head is clearer and I’ve had the chance to properly reflect on what has transpired.

Mizuyaki, if you can hear my prayers; please answer them.

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It Begins...

At first I was happy to be assigned my new mission. I mean, hey, this time I get to guard something that can talk back! Well, then I met her , my new ward. Now I really don’t know a whole hell of a lot about Fire Elves, but do they typically chase small reptiles for food? Because thats what she was doing when we first encounter each other. She was so caught up in the chase that she didn’t even notice the big, green haired, glowing guy not but five feet from here until I spooked her with the word “hello”.

I wish I could begin to understand the events that kicked into motion mere moments after our first words. All I do know is that I’m never picking a flower again. Some how we’ve come to be lost in a world not ours. Did the portal send us to another plane? Or maybe a different continent? I really have no way of knowing at the moment, but I hope to find out soon. This new land is, to but it gently, weird.

We haven’t learned too much about the place other than townsfolk are phobic of gold and that “tax-collector” is code for “evil bastards” around here. I was called a demon, a foul servant of the abyss. I found a small amount of humor in that honestly. Then I discovered the so called priest couldn’t read the Divine Words of his little book. Eh, can’t blame him for being stupid I guess.

So now, after a quick encounter with some tax collectors, a campy knight, a naked old man, an elven witch that admitted trying to poison us and a round of Epic Oratory from yours truly on the dangers of turtles we find ourselves in a large city.

I’ld wish for a guardian angel, but seeing as thats what I am it would be kind of an odd thing to pray for…

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Welcome to your Adventure Log!
A blog for your campaign

Every campaign gets an Adventure Log, a blog for your adventures!

While the wiki is great for organizing your campaign world, it’s not the best way to chronicle your adventures. For that purpose, you need a blog!

The Adventure Log will allow you to chronologically order the happenings of your campaign. It serves as the record of what has passed. After each gaming session, come to the Adventure Log and write up what happened. In time, it will grow into a great story!

Best of all, each Adventure Log post is also a wiki page! You can link back and forth with your wiki, characters, and so forth as you wish.

One final tip: Before you jump in and try to write up the entire history for your campaign, take a deep breath. Rather than spending days writing and getting exhausted, I would suggest writing a quick “Story So Far” with only a summary. Then, get back to gaming! Grow your Adventure Log over time, rather than all at once.

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