Aedelric Adahn-Wildercress: The Gaerdic Forgelord

Twenty-eight years ago a soul would be born to a small, beginning family in the North-Eastern Highlands of the Sword Coast, after the labor had passed, and a healthy newborn was being cared for; a name would be spoken. Echoing over the hills and valleys as the name was spoken by the parents: Aedelric. A name steeped in the blood of forefathers tracing back into the mists of time unknowable; this name would be fitting for what would become the man to hold to it, for this name carries power in its syllables. To speak Aedelric one presents heavy vowels accompanied by accentuating consonants, before stopping at an adamant break. The name's meaning is lost to the sands of time, but the legends that speak of those who bore this name, a name of long standing greatness, long stood for those of great courage, and strong hearts.

The summers would spin by, and the infant would emerge into the life of a youth; holding great curiosity and creativity in his heart, the boy exposed a great deal of energy every day in the village in which he lived, alongside his mother, father, and elder brother. The colorful culture to which he was born in fit the child like a glove, as he drove to study lore, as well as crafts. By day the boy would run and play as boys do after the chores of the day were finished; hauling the water alongside his brother, running errands, and on occasion helping their parents with simple labors. During the night, when the great and majestic moon, alongside all the surrogate sibling stars came out to dance in the heavens above; Aedelric would hear tales form his parents and others, from the wise shamans and elders of his village, learning to read and write in their languages; he would learn over time the common runic script which has evolved from the script used by their ancient ancestors, alongside the Skyscript that the gods had taught them, the words laced in the stars that carried magic within them.

One year in the spring months, during a day of particularly arduous chores, Aedelric would accompany his father to the smithery; perhaps one of his most favorite places in all the village, all sorts of great wonders existed inside of the stone sheathed workshop, and even greater wonders poured out of it once time had passed. That very day, Aedelric would step inside, and every one of his fantasies would come alive as he looked about the chamber and all its wonders. Aedelric's father would take note of his particular interest in this field, as did the resident blacksmith; they asked Aedelric if he would enjoy learning of this place, and the great things that are made here. Aedelric, the boy with the heavy name, nodded his head and gave an enthusiastic yes; so would this boy become this smith's apprentice, and in short time, this blacksmith would realize that the boy would be, perhaps at the very least, the greatest apprentice he would ever have.

With the passing months, the boy would grow into a strapping young man, though perhaps not as much so as his elder brother or his father who devoted themselves to states of great stature, still notable was Aedelric. Strong were his arms made by the forge hammer, and greatly did his father and mother encourage him to place equal effort into the rest of his form. During this time, Aedelric's mother began to show him, as she once did as a huntress, how to use a longbow; his strong arms made it easy for him, but it still required dilligence, practice, and effort. At the same time, Aedelric was coming of age to something particular that most father's bring to their sons; though after the all important birds and the bees, mighty too was the subject of this rite of passage: Aedelric would be given, and begin training, with his first sword. This would happen after a lengthy hike to the heights above their village, where the ground is frosty in the summertime, and the great breath of the world can be heard and felt deafeningly. Once they reached this place, they would sit and rest, after looking over the environment, Aedelric's father would speak.

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Aedelric's Father Gonir would then present him with a sturdy, shining blade. It would meet Aedelric's hand warmly, despite the cold temperature of the mountains. Though Aedelric would still foster faith in his fellow man, he could not help but feel the glorious weight of the passage upon him. Looking at it deeply, processing the words over and over again in his mind; these would be the first steps of the young man into the path of swordsmanship.

Aedelric would embrace long days and long nights under both star and sky, honing his work with the blade and the hammer; when not delving into these aspects, young Aedelric would further the lessons and lectures he received from the wise of his village, his parents when applicable. When Aedelric held a blade in his hand, whether at the forge, or at the post, something within him ignited; great fire flowed through his veins, a primal, eldritch might flowing pumping through his heart. The idealogy, and the genuine application spoke to the young man's soul; the song of the sword echoed through the eternal prehistoric veil, wrapping the mists of those Old Times inside of him, pushing him further and further into a state of both adoration and inspiration for the steel.

The yolk of time to which all men are subjected would turn this once newborn into a young man of sixteen seasons; always striving to find glory, compete with his elder brother, and bring good tidings to those of his village when possible... and when not making simple mischief as all boys do. By this time, Aedelric's hands would be as skilled as his master's at the forge; though his master was fair, sometimes scrutinizing, in his own privacy of word, he would speak of Aedelric in only the highest of regards; at least on one occasion when a man belittled the prodigal apprentice, the master flew a right hook into his chest that knocked the wind from him for at least five full minutes. Aedelric's bladework showed great promise as well, taking to heart the fundamentals, understanding the combat pathology and theory, he was able to fight at a level beyond what was expected of him. In addition to this, Aedelric was able to learn to take up multiple weapons before others were deemed ready to do so. Particularly was his fancy in wielding a sword in each hand, learning to work his feet and each arm, dealing heavy damage like quicksilver, and even more so when clutching the two-handed sword of his fathers.

In the late months of his sixteenth year, danger in the lands of Grimnir and surrounding clans would escalate in the face of a rising bandit plague, vermin of the lowest sort who called themselves the Blackskull Marauders settled in the high hills with assistance from various sell-swords who joined their cause for combat and gold, and chieftains who were paid to look the other way. Connor would enforce righteousness in the area, fighting against the forces of these vile rogues. Aedelric would be put to the test, working the forge day in and out, making arms, armor, and tools for the fighting men and women who would head valiantly into the defense.

Heading into the the dawning of Aedelric's seventeenth year, Aedelric would lose contact with his elder brother, who joined a company of hearty young men, many of whom he knew and respected, who leaped headlong into the conflict hoping to win victory, peace, and valor. He would worry greatly for him, but deify his brother's combat ability beyond that of simple fighting men that he would encounter, and alongside his company, he would be safe. Aedelric steeled himself inside, and readied for the day when these bandits would be driven from their high home. In addition to this, Aedelric would receive praise from the elders of his village for his efforts in retaining the lore and lessons he'd learned since boyhood; they promised that one day he would be a great chief, perhaps even High-Chieftain.

However into the ending of the seventeenth summer, Aedelric would grow more worrysome over his brother, and one day these fears would come to horrible light when a single soul would enter the palisades of Connor, This man would walk to the center-most open area of the village, and demand everyone's attention on behalf of the Blackskull Marauders. He spoke plainly, telling the people to lay down their arms, present their valuables, and no one would be harmed. Many people were offended, and wished to send the man back to his masters as a corpse. However, none would be quite so ready as young Aedelric, when he looked to the man's side, there he saw his brother's sword! He flew into a rage, barreling forward with hammer in hand, keen on braining the man where he stood. However, The father of our Aedelric stopped him, and bade him to cease his rampant threats; he had Aedelric leave them, to return to the forge and begin working. Gonir looked upon this man, up and down, to the sword on his hip, and the peculiar necklace at his breast, and spoke simple words.

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The man spoke in blatant lie, saying he had neither seen nor remembered anyone holding these items before him; however, he did mention how things manage to find their way to the Blackskulls eventually. This would be the last thing the man ever did say, for Gonir had flew in a rage as great as Aedelric, and within his mammoth muscles, the man's fate was forfeit. Aedelric would never know exactly what happened to this man, but the items were reclaimed, alongside others that belonged to other members of the village, and they were returned to their homes. A funeral was held for many, one of the many benig Aedelric's elder brother.

Within a week's time, the funerals would be passed, but one more would be joining the ranks of the dead; on his deathbed was the elder-most and most beloved of Aedelric's Shaman Elders; laying upon the frame that he would never rise from again. The man's eyes did fail him, but he claimed he could see, he could see in the stars and the great mysteries were open to him as his mind began to mix with death. His words were rasping, and his breaths extended, he spoke to Aedelric as his most beloved, if not most gifted pupil, and that in the stars, all the countless things he saw spoke of great destiny, the man choked on his final breaths, with his last words being as follows:

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With those final words, the man would slip from his mortal coil and unto the All, taking his place among the stars. Aedelric would offer his greatest praises to Oden and Selunas, bidding him safe passage unto the afterlife. However, these prayers would be cut slightly short, as he looked back towards the other side of the large village from which the War-Bells had been rung.

As fast as the young man's sturdy young legs would carry him, barreling downrange like the clouds of a heavy storm runs across the sky. Upon reaching the center of the village, there was great commotion, men in armor, rushing to the palisades. Aedelric's father would come to him, and implore he rush to their home, and tell his mother to reach the safety of the village's Great Hall. Over the sounds of his own breath, and the sounds of his feet colliding with the ground time after time, could our young man hear the splintering of the village defensive barricades, and collision against the gates. He would barge into his own home, calling out for his mother, who would hastily reply. As he headed into the Dining Hall of his small home, he could see three dark-garbed men doubled over in their own blood.

Despite how this shocked him, he spoke urgently of reaching the Great Hall, and his mother promptly agreed. Leaving the house however, one could easily behold the smell of smoke. Pacing through the village swiftly, the two managed to reach the center area of the village, the large Great Hall in sight. However, Aedelric's mother looked towards her son, then gave him a simple kiss on the cheek before saying.

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Though Aedelric would hope otherwise, he knew deep within himself, some human augury within his soul told him these would be the last words he ever heard his brave mother speak. He would obey his mother, running to the safety of the large hall, however, his pace, as he reached nearer and nearer the doors, would slow to a stop. Deep inside of himself, he knew that he could fight; he would choose to fight. He was as skilled, if not more so, than his peers who took up the warrior mantle and stood by their fathers. Having no armor but the flames of his heart, he reached for the blade he kept at his side, and turned to face the burning visage in the distance.

Jogging to meet his fate, blade in hand, he could now see the dark garbed men standing against the backdrop of what was his lifelong habitat. Men would stand before him in mocking expression, and they would be awed; his riposte would deflect their blades, and his counter would bring death. He looked to the ground, as these three first men stood in his way. He looked at two of them, the furthest ones to the right and left, both maimed, but still alive, worming on the ground. However, as he looked to the one in the center, he knew this man had already died and passed. Aedelric saw the black death seize over his eyes as he turned the man's thrust away and drove his blade down and through his torso. He did not look away as this man stared into the nothing, and his life left him to rejoin the all. Aedelric knew he could never look away, for he had killed this man, and his blood would forever be upon Aedelric's hands; even if he was a bandit, a murderer, Aedelric had taken the step to determine that he had the ability to choose whether or not this man lived or died.

Aedelric would move through the fronts, assisting where he could, though the fields of combat proved to be slightly disorienting to him, despite knowing the landscape of the town quite well. He moved onwards, helping the fight against these rats of men, while still looking for his parents throughout the thicket of the fighting. Having to advance quite near indeed to the main front of the battle, he would see a great deal of fighting, but more importantly, his parents. Atop a section of palisades, Aedelric's mother would hold longbow in hand, with a bloody blade in her belt, raining the death that longbows bring. In the forefront, Aedelric's father swung the old, heavy, family sword against his foes; great and powerful muscle tearing through the enemy ranks. Through the stalemate, Aedelric kept with some men on the right flank, with his mother on the left battlement of palisade, and his father in the center. The battle started to turn for victory unto Connor; however, the dark hands of death would not rest just yet. The gunshots that scarcely rung out, being more rare weapons this deep into the Dragon Coast, would eventually crack, and for some reason, seize Aedelric's heart more than usual. Looking to his mother upon the battlements, he saw her kneel a moment, before rising again, a red palm drawing back an arrow haphazardly, sending one out, then another, continuing to fight until another gunshot rang off and she fell to the ground below.

Aedelric's father would let out a cry of disbelief, hammering his way through the hoards over to his fallen wife. Though Aedelric could not do the same, he wished he could've. He moved as quickly as possible over to the sight, in time to see what he believed to be the same gunman fire a round into his father's back; the bullet jarred through the far right of his side, just a smidge deeper than a graze, and implanting in the dirt beside his mother. Aedelric seethed with rage, gripping his swords tight, he darted for the gunman. Several larger, armored men stood in Aedelric's way, but he was too blind with righteous fury to care for his own safety. Aedelric struck like the hand of Tyr, to whom he asked for the blessing of justice in a rare prayer; the men would have no idea what they had set themselves up against. Aedelric struck like whirlwind, grabbing a nearby fallen blade, his heart beating at a hundred thumps per minute, his blades lashed in all directions. Trusting in his hands and not fearing death, the young man would eventually maneuver his way past the men, and leap for the gunman who spoke down to his parents.

Aedelric reeled and leaped with every bit of muscle he had from a nearby rock, moving through the air, catching his father's eye, the man turned just in time to see the blade come down upon his left shoulder. Aedelric would splinter the spaulter and draw steaming warm blood from his wound, dark in the night air struck alight by fire. The figure would curse, and attempt to flay Aedelric. These attempts would be in vain, for despite being unarmored and against a more experienced and better equiped foe; Aedelric showed no hesitance, no sign of faulter. Brilliant maneuvering, and the tenacity of an enraged grizzly bear.. Aedelric's blade would've reaped the man's life four times over had he not been wearing armor. However, Aedelric would eventually be grasped by the men whom he earlier harmed and or evaded. Grabbing him under each arm, and lifting him before striking his hands with armored fists until he could no longer hold his swords. The man would admire Aedelric's tenacity in mocking tone, as such:

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Aedelric would spit upon the man's cheek, and in retaliation, the man would bring his thin blade down Aedelric's face, giving him a prominent, easily-visible scar, running down his face over his left eye near his nose. Aedelric would suffer this pain, holding the spot over his face which bled. The man bade Aedelric to stay still, so that he might stab Aedelric through the other eye, and pierce his brain, leaving him dead. However, the man was careless, and Aedelric had never lost himself to despair or rage. Thinking, he drifted his head to the left, and as he noticed the man reach the apex of his backdraw for the thrust, Aedelric paused; the pause lasted only a moment, before he dashed his head to the left, perfectly in time to save his own life, with the blade grazing the side of his head, before going past, and stabbing his own man in the throat. Aedelric would pull his hands free, and land upon his feet. Reaching to procure the sword from the throat-stabbed minion, he turned with a slash, slicing the man's pistol-holding arm, before grappling said appendage, and causing him to shoot the other large armored man at his defense. The third man would run for Aedelric with his large weapon, but Aedelric would cut off his charge, stepping forward, putting him out of his element, at which point Aedelric stabbed upwards through the opening of his open helmet, and planted his blade in his enemy's throat.

No one left alive who could defend this dark-garbed villain, Aedelric dropped the sword belonging to the henchman, and instead reached for his family's sword. Holding it in both hands, opening the eye which blood now streamed down. Aedelric in his red haze walked towards the man, who begged now for mercy and forgiveness. Aedelric gave the man all the mercy he could, by smashing through his leg with the mighty sword, tearing through bone, ligament, and tendon as the blade battered through the man's kneecap. He howled in pain, tears streaming from him in both pain and fear, as Aedelric kicked the man onto his back. The man never persisted in his begging, speaking that he had benefactors, men who forced him to do what he did, and continually he offered all the pleas he could to stay Aedelric's wrath. None of them would work, for Aedelric's blade would tear down through the man's torso, splitting the sternum, and countless vital inners; blood spouting and pooling from him, the man would die at Aedelric's feet.

Aedelric would turn, and see his father clutching his wound, fading from consciousness progressively, and his mother, a light smile upon her face, eyes closed, whom was not moving. Aedelric would feel the wear on his form from both injuries, effort, and the weight of the situation take him, and bring him to his knees. The Blackskull Marauders were in full retreat, with warriors swinging blades at their coat-tails as they ran. The chief himself was one of them, but stopped just a bit outside the village, returning to help where he could. He would personally stop to see the scene of Aedelric; the men dead by his hand, and those lives of his family who hung in their own level of life. The chief would have help fetched for Aedelric and his father, and at the same time, offering his praises to Aedelric.

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Aedelric did not necessarily feel pride in what he did, only necessity, knowing that what he did had to be done, knowing that he would have regretted doing anything except those actions which brought him to that place.

Time would turn again, weeks would change into months, and months into the next Summer. Throughout the cold times, something would fester inside of Aedelric, more so than the blade scars or that of any sword. Every time he looked upon his village, every time he saw the palisades which were rebuilt, or the graves of those who fell, he felt this resounding pain deep within his chest. He no longer knew who he was, he did not know his role or place within the world, in the time of less than a week his entire world changed. He was still the smith, still the swordsman, still the knower, but things did not shine as they once did, nor was his smile as easy to draw forth. This glum dankness in Aedelric's chest would make each day that was once lovely and gorgeous into something dreary and somber. The only thing that broke this dreadful normality is the pain he'd feel about those he lost and was unable to protect, and the burning anger that seethed within him when he thought of those attackers and the mysterious benefactors thereof.

No one would notice this more than the boy's own father, Gonir, who wished only the best for his son, even in the wake of what had happened. Gonir saw this trauma take hold of his son, saw the pain that welled behind his eyes and only escaped through the piercing unfocussed glaze of his eyes. One day, Gonir would confront his son, and ask if there were any solutions to the plague that transfixed his heart, and Aedelric did not know the answer, save one thing. He needed time to find the peace that he once had, something that was stolen from him, and to do this, he wished to take his leave of Connor. He knew not when he would be drawn back, or if he would ever make it to that path. He could only tell his father that he loved him, and the place, but the wrenching feeling in him obstructed his ability to feel or express love.

Gonir would be pained by this, but would give the last of his family his utmost blessings. Aedelric would be met by heartfelt and tearful goodbyes. After they were said, and Aedelric waved goodbye to them all, and the place he loved, he would begin to walk down the road stretching onward in front of him over the beautiful countryside.

However, what he did not tell his father, nor anyone else in the entire world, was what burned in his heart. Brilliant rage, great hatred, and the hope for revenge. Aedelric would spend time roaming the countryside as a vagabond with a vendetta, tracking, hunting, and slaying any and all who had any connection to the Blackskull Marauders. His journey would lead him across the highlands, wetting his blades in various forms, working as a smith to get by, and picking up skills as he went along his way, either against enemies or alongside companions.

Eventually his journey would prove that it was a group of Pychekan-sponsered bandits to the far north of Vale who have toppled one of the old clans and established the Blackskull Marauders as an attempt to expand the bounds and power of Pycheko, Aedelric would prove his place on the battlefields. After partaking of a soldier's drilling, which his warrior's training made easier than what would be expected of a normal soul, Aedelric took to heart the lessons of warring from the old tales and legends which described warfare and gave brilliant tactical and functional points and procedures. Learning the rank and file methodology of combat, alongside combating in mass, Aedelric would become a prized soldier in time, improving with each battle he served in. Towards the apex of these battles, he would amass a series of titles, the greatest three being: The Beheader of Balloch, The Siegemaster of Evanheld, and the Whirlwind of Werhalgr.

Five Summers had passed since the fires of vengeance had been ignited within Aedelric and the time he was face to face with the object of his obsession: The High-Chieftain of what was once Clan Toragh, who now served the Czar's agents and established the Blackskull Marauders. An older man of bald head, eye patch, and once-muscled form. Once again, a man would beg for his life from Aedelric, and would be shown to death's door. As Aedelric's blades pooled the blood of the man unto his already crimson, gold trimmed carpet, and the dark cold stone flloor, Aedelric felt no satisfaction. There was no honor in this, no glory, even with the overthrow of a vile power, when he thought about all he had done, the pain in his heart grew exponentially worse. Dropping his blades and sitting on the dead man's bed, he thought of all those men he slew in combat, all of those men who were just defending their homes, their families, and perhaps ideals that were misconstrude to seem glorious to them. Aedelric's heart sank like a rock in his chest, and he could not bear to look at himself. Aedelric had found who he was, but had hated the thing of death that he found; the great and glorious things fostered in him turned not into a tool for defense, but an object of harm and rage.

In great shame, Aedelric abandoned any and all titles offered him in the night, and fled due north to the settled land of Buchloe in Occitan. His language skills were fostered in his encounters throughout the Dragon Coast, consisting of the Gard language, Common, and Occitan. Within Buchloe, Aedelric would make his living through menial labor, his smithing, and occasionally serving as a trainer. Aedelric would also defend settlements from attackers and monsters, but would never take any payment for any of his actions in those fields; seeking to redeem himself for the great injustices he had performed in anger, and his own morality, that life and coin were not interchangeable. He would spend time in Buchloe, moving from settlement to settlement northward as work would open and or close. He would spend similar time in Weissboede, consisting of mostly work along the coast of the Broken Sea. He would spend time along the coast of the sea, learning the ways of sailors, serving as a buccaneer, defending the ship he was on and the goods he was transporting from pirates, as well as learning from the work, the crew of the ships, and seafaring ways ways; he was rather valued for his knowledge of crafting, his ready sword and work arms, and of the stars for navigating. From here he would, through nautical work and travel, find himself in Pycheko, working similarly, and also trying to remain unnoticed as foreign. He would learn the Aru language, and move slowly through, heading southways, through villages, hamlets, and when absolutely necessary, cities. He would spend a very brief time in Talibar, after passing from Pycheko's northern mountains to the south; he would remain here only as long as it took him to reach the Vale. Careful to stay away from Gardian lands, he would stay in Eastern Vale, and move south, through, and back into Sanctimonia.

From eastern Sanctimonia, he would work his way through the civilized lands; he would head from the East through to the central heartlands, to the point where he could see New Imperia well upon the horizon, though he would never visit. Turning away from that site, he would continue to follow the path of work, leading him onwards progressively, with his sins and burdens dragging along the roads behind him, grinding away, as the roads twisted and turned before him. It is perhaps only right that this fated soul would one day see the roadsigns point him to Surna, catalyst of fates, and remnants of Shar's Black Tower. What he expected to be a stop in for rest and possible work would evolve into something he couldn't even begin to imagine.

From this place, Aedelric would find his way to the tavern, The Crook and Horns, and from there would begin the next saga of his life, containing therein: Life, Death, Love, Hate, Kinship, Betrayal, Joy, Pain, Sin, Redemption, and the Gods themselves. The friends and comrades he would make here would greatly further his growth, and rebirth as a person. This would show as his drive to migrate would lessen, his ability to take sides in neutral conflicts would establish themselves, and even the ability to develop himself to feel ready to maintain true intimacy. This would coincide quite luckily with the beginning of his relationship with the beautiful and hearty Selena Wildercress, whom would one day become his wedded wife.

From the moment the smith Aedelric Adahn would step through the great gates of the city, Surna, he would again take charge of his own fate.
Indeed, perhaps it was only right that this fated soul would one day see the roadsigns point him to lively Surna.

8-20-12
-Wily Relinquished One - Slain: Dual Broadswords
-(One Lesser Bane) Brethran - Slain - Khanda
-(Bane Demon) Xansk - Assist W/ Slay - Dual Broadswords/Khanda
-Allies Saved/Assisted: Elizabeth Celanduil and Roland Vulcor
-Achievement Earned!: Unsheathed - Get into a combat event.
-Achievement Earned!: Helping Hand - Protect a downed ally from serious injury.
-Achievement Earned!: Blood Ocean - Kill an Enemy minor character.

8-21-12
-Crystalline Anomaly - Slain: Dual Braodswords, Single Broadsword, Khanda
-Vorn Tyrr's Mercenary (3) - Slain: Club, One-Handed Longsword
-Critical Hit Survived - Alquerbus shot.
-Allies Saved/Assisted: Suile Guile,
-Achievement Earned!: The Winds of Fate - Kill an event/player character through a dice roll.
-Achievement Earned!: Perseverance - Survive the Effects of a Losing Dice Roll by either yourself or an ally.
-Achievement Earned!: Technological Stalemate - Survive a gunshot.
-Achievement Earned!: Brave Man - Annoy two or more females in one sitting. Philosophical queries tend to do that.
-Achievement Earned!: Decision - Choose a side in a conflict
-Achievement Earned!: Settlement - Establish your standing in an area of the map, and amass up to four guests at once.
-Achievement Earned!: Merchant - Earn over Three Hundred Shillings in one day.

8-24-12
-Forging equipment added to the camp outside of Surna.
-Bullet wound healing proficiently, arm able to move and undergoing physical therapy to ensure minimal muscle loss.
-Arm still suffering from aches, lacerations, and tears. However, menial and professional tasks can be performed.
-Ally Assisted - Erik Fisher: Produced Weapons for the doctor.
-FORGINGS PRODUCED: Erik Fisher's Greater Scalpel
-FORGINGS PRODUCED: Erik Fisher's Great Scalpel
-Ally Assisted - Duncan Atterson: Produced Gift Machete for Duncan's Fiance.
-FORGINGS PRODUCED: Gift Machete for Duncan's Fiance.
-Ally Assisted - Duncan Atterson: Hold down his establishment.
-Ally Assisted - Erik Fisher: Protected after injury in a bar fight.
-Captured - Surnan BlackWatch Guard: Crime - Assault.
-Released from Capture of: Surnan BlackWatch Guard - Reparations: N/A
-Achievement Earned: Barbarian Charm - Use your persuasion skills to procure an item/action for a reduce/renounced cost.
-Achievement Earned: The Forgeman - Produce a Potent or higher quality item.
-Achievement Earned: Arrested - Go to Jail, Prison, Holding, Prison Camp, Dungeon, Repentance Hold, or Prisoner in some way shape or form.
-Achievement Earned: The Un-Rehabilitated - Escape prison cleanly through a means other than natural course of the controlling legal system.

8-28-12
-FORGINGS PRODUCED: Roland's Full-Plate Armor
-FORGINGS PRODUCED: [Lizabeth's Bow
-FORGINGS PRODUCED: Marathon's Xiphos
-Apprenticeship Attained: 'Cog' - For: Clocksmithing and Advanced Engineering
-Mentorship Attained: 'Cog' - For: Advanced Blacksmithing, Supplemental Metallurgy, and Supplemental Smithing Skills
-Achievement Earned: Passing the Torch - Take on another Roleplayer as your apprentice
-Achievement Earned: Assisted Advancement - Present someone directly, or the means to acquire a better full suit of armor.
-Achievement Earned: Selling in Surna - Gain eight-hundred gold over a single business transaction.
-Achievement Earned: Helpless - Witness a friend/ally being shot at point blank range.
-Achievement Earned: Lawless - Deify an officer of the Black Guard unto the point of arrest or battery.

9-5-12

-Achievement Earned: Barbarian Wiles - Kiss up to four different women multiple times in one hour.
-Achievement Earned: The Cool Uncle - Give a minor his first hit of Everclear.

9-6-12
FORGINGS PRODUCED: Selena's Corona
-Achievement Earned: Comfort - Help three people in their time of need, or one person who has harmed you (physically or emotionally) in their time of need.
-Achievement Earned: Damned by Association - Be condemned for betraying a friend due to the actions of another.
-Achievement Earned: Barbarian Eloquence - Be accused of practicing a speech, when truly, you spoke from the heart.
-Achievement Earned: The Sparks - Begin a rolemance with another player.
-Achievement Earned: The Gift - Give a valuable, or high quality item to someone, while also forsaking payment.

9-7-12
FORGINGS PRODUCED: Halaster's Battle-Hammer
-Achievement Earned: Screw You Guys, I'm Going Home - Carry a person (whom isn't struggling or injured) out of the Tavern
-Achievement Earned: Soft Words - Discuss the nature of a serious, loving relationship with someone whom you intend to pursue such with.
-Achievement Earned: Rakastan Sinua - Say perhaps the most difficult phrase to say, in your native tongue; I'll give you a hint, the L word is involved.
-Achievement Earned: The Water's Fine - Go Skinny-Dipping.
-Achievement Earned: The Proof is in the Pwnage - Take on a second apprentice.
-Achievement Earned: The Professor - Take on an apprentice in two fields.
-Achievement Earned: Conversationalist - Begin teaching someone the Highland language.
-Achievement Earned: Pleasant Company - Share a bed with someone of the other gender, and not engage in intercourse.

9-14-12
-ITEM RECEIVED: Dagger of Gonir
-Achievement Earned: From the Homeland - Receive word from the only family you have left.
-Achievement Earned: From the Heart - Give an important item of yours to someone whom you care for.

9-21-12
-Achievement Earned: GodsBane - Become the First and or Primary Fighter in a battle against the chosen servant of a Dark God.
-Achievement Earned: Not My Last Day in Surna - Survive an attack from a BaneSpawn.
-Achievement Earned: The Anti-Smith - Harm a BaneSpawn
-Achievement Earned: The Incorruptible - Resist the charm of a god's own item.
-Achievement Earned: He Whom The Gods Might Be Humbled - Damage and divert the intentions of the direct underlings of a God whilst on specific assignment.

10-6-12
-Achievement Earned: Blossoming - Become engaged to another player character through legitimate rolemance

10-7-12
-Achievement Earned: Domestic Violence - Get slapped by your spouse/fiance by saying something stupid.

10-8-12
-Achievement Earned: Let The Gods Behold - Tie the knot, Congratulations.
-Achievement Earned: Wedding Crashers - Survive an attempt on your life made during a wedding, particularly your own.
-Achievement Earned: Told You So. - Survive an attempt on your life due to slightly-paranoid precautions.
-Achievement Earned: Heart-Wound - Be attacked with the intent to kill by a very close friend.
-Achievement Earned: Blood-Curse - Heads are going to roll.

10-11-12
-Achievement Earned: Good Man-Bitch - Provide your wife a gift you know she'll enjoy without her telling you.
-Achievement Earned: Holy Matrimony - Consumate the Marriage. Tyr approves.

10-13-12
-Achievement Earned: I Am A Good Guy, It Sucks - Carry an amount of Ten-Thousand Shillings for someone, and make no attempt to steal it.

10-21-12
-Achievement Earned: Keep Yer Fancy Shite, Fer Now. - Defeat a Mithril Construct.
-Achievement Earned: Heirloom Sundered - Lose an Ancestral Heirloom.
-Achievement Earned: Demoted - Lose and Item you had started with while not procuring a replacement.
-Achievement Earned: Old Friend - See a past rival dead before you.

2-26-13
-Achievement Earned: Barbarian Eloquence - Speak with someone of Noble standing as an equal.
-Achievement Earned: Blight-ward - Fight an upper level Blight Caster event character.
-Achievement Earned: The Road to Hell we Walk Together - Attempt to defeat an immensely powerful character by putting your life at risk.
-Achievement Earned: Purifying Radiance - Destroy a Blight Caster, too bad it was only a clone of the real one.
-Achievement Earned: Requiem En Terrapax - Be mortally wounded through a last-ditch attack against an immensely powerful enemy. Got stones kid.
-Achievement Earned: Corrupted - Be attacked and or malefacted by the blight and have it enter your bodily systems.
=ACHIEVEMENT EARNED: To Whom Humbles The Gods - Divine Intervention has saved your life. Death would be too simple a way to escape your fate.
-Achievement Earned: Pychekan Ire - Survive an encounter with Vladislav Radimir.
-Achievement Earned: Devon's Worst Nightmare - Destroy and or Blow-the-fuck-out-of the Tavern. Rest In Peace, Crook and Horns.

3-28-13
-Achievement Earned: Barbarian Poise - Lead an invasion force on a successful infiltration and or raid.
-Achievement Earned: We Bleed Green - Score a fatality on a Ha'dri.
-Achievement Earned: Defiance of the Vile - Participate in an event in which you oppose and fight both Vladimir Radislav and Marcus Olm simultaneously. You sure know how to make friends.
-Achievement Earned: Emnity of Hatred - Fight Banespawn on Three Different Occasions. The Elder Doom pursues you.
-Achievement Earned: Legendary Courage: - Assault, Wrestle, Cut, Butt-Heads, Hamper, and Pin a Banespawn in close quarters combat. Stom Razel himself marvels at your resolve and fearlessness.
-Achievement Earned: The Scorch of Siege - Suffer damage from Naptha, or a similar siege combustible.
-Achievement Earned: Doombringer - Succeed in defying and or releasing yourself from the bondage of influence under both Marcus Olm and Vladislav Radimir. Oh, but the story only just begins now.
-Achievement Earned: One of the Good Ones - Save your spouse from near impossible odds.
-Achievement Earned: Barbarian Triumph - Remain unharmed after being successfully shot by a firearm.
-Achievement Earned: Dire Need - Crom honors those whom have struggled, you have earned a prayer.
-Achievement Earned: Social Ascension - You now possess personal lodgings within the heavily guarded Keep of Surna.
-Achievement Earned: Acclimated Warrior - Out-tank a proper tank with lesser equipment three times.

3-29-13
Achievement Earned: Praise I - An admin hath dubbed you an official theme song based upon your actions.

Spoiler:

4-8-13
-FORGINGS PRODUCED:
The Blazing Wreath
Brinon's Leathers
Ironside
Longsword of the Ward
Jawbreaker
Crypt Splitter

4-14-13
-Achievement Earned: Barbarian Dominance - Place yourself in the running for a group, and have all those running against you drop their candidacy simply for you doing so.

4-18-13
-Achievement Earned: The Shadow Out of Time - Encounter a being older than perhaps the stones you stand on.
-Achievement Earned: The Becoming - You now walk a path promising great power and responsibility.
-Achievement Earned: Barbarian Strength - Shed tears, exposing your emotions with composure is a sign of strength.
-Achievement Earned: Damned - Place your afterlife in jeopardy.
-Achievement Earned: The Curse of Time - Time destroys all things, and this fact may destroy your resolve.
-Achievement Earned: Unmade - Lose yourself, or a major portion of yourself, that you valued dearly.
-Achievement Earned: The Eternal Cost - Death is droplet in the ocean of debt that weighs on your soul for your sacrifice.
-Achievement Earned: Torment - No mortal pain or plight can hamper the agony that twists within your soul.
-Achievement Earned: The Fire Still Burns - Despite the crushing waves of despair, manage to keep hold on hope.
-Achievement Earned: Ultimate Irony - You were saved from death, only to face what could be eternal torment.

6-12-13
-Achievement Earned: Abandoned with Good Reason - Explore the Razel Mines.
-Achievement Earned: Unblinking Witness - Behold the primal machinations of the world.
-Achievement Earned: The Screaming - Know now the true foulness, and fear the darkness well
-Achievement Earned: Once Again - Encounter Vorn Tyrr once again.
-Achievement Earned: I Will Burn You - Encounter Vladislav Radimir and be forced to abandon confrontation with him.

6-13-13
-Achievement Earned: Nine-Month Veteran - Have Kids, yay.
-Achievement Earned: Both-Barrels - Twins, joy!

8-10-14
-Achievement Earned: Dwarven Trickery! - Assist the Dver in their plight against Vorn Tyrr.
-Achievement Earned: The Syllable of Royalty - Apply the mysterious powers that have been fostered in you to practical use.
-Achievement Earned: Shadow Reaver - Grasp a shade in your bare hands, tear it apart, and totally banish its existence. I don't think he made it.
-Achievement Earned: Finish Him! - Use your mysterious powers to perform a superhuman feat and destroy an opponent.
-Achievement Earned: Dwarven Facsimile - Loot a Dwarven item, woot!

8-26-14
-Achievement Earned: Hail to the King! - Meet King Deleric of Sanctimonia. Funny how names happen, right?
-Achievement Earned: Evil Come Again - Witness the horrors bound within Imperia first hand as they come unbound.
-Achievement Earned: Of Things Unspoken - Destroy a monstrosity from the Age of Heroes.
-Achievement Earned: Siren's Song - Hear Elizabeth Celanduil's lightning call.
-Achievement Earned: Rolling on the Riv- No, Wait... that's Air - Sail on a Stone Barge through the sky. Really, not even kidding you - it even had Banespawn on it.
-Achievement Earned: Knighted, Hah! - Become a Knight sworn to the King of Sanctimonia, if only those jerks two years ago could see me now!
-Achievement Earned: Savior, sort of. - Save the King and his family (but not the beauty of his son's face) from a horrible death.

9-26-14
-Achievement Earned: Screw You, Icarus! - Navigate a floating stone demon ship full of Banespawn and the King of Sanctimonia. Holy fucking shit, seems legit.
-Achievement Earned: Think Like a Hero - Be Praised by a legend of the Age of Heroes for suggesting crashing your flying demon ship into a horde of your enemies. You are starting to sound more edgy than a kitchen knife at this point in your adventures.

Roland's Full-Plate Armor

Herein lies a collection of notes, journals, and things of importance that Aedelric has figured pertinent, and as such has placed it onto paper.



Characters:

Selena Adahn-Wildercress: My beloved wife. Strong, kind, funny, helpful, and honest. Words fail here, more so those written. My blades have dashed those whom have threatened her safety, and I've gone barehanded against the hounds of hell when they stood between us. Allow them to come, and they will find the road to hell paved surely for them, even if I must guide them headlong.

Gonir Adahn: My father, whom I love and honor, to whom I feel guilt for abandoning, and troubling with various needs throughout my life. He has suffered, and no doubt I have aided this; however, I must say that I have to thank him, for without him, I wouldn't be what I am today.

Ysa Adahn: My mother, a sweet, fiesty woman with one hell of a mean streak. She was able to impose and intimidate any man, if not level each of those whom earned her fear. She was an accomplished hunter in her time, skilled with the bow and the spear, serving later as a shield maiden with my father. She was a valiant woman, and she found her death in honorable combat in the defense of my home alongside my father. Her passing was perhaps harder on my father more so than myself, as she was able to impart a goodbye to me, before she charged on to death. Needless to stay, I miss her dearly.

Rolo Adahn: My deceased brother, whom I loved dearly, and whom taught me the way of the sword and the axe. I often miss him, and cannot help feel that his death was a great crime. Death came to his murderer by my own hands, and those of his benefactors; however, this did nothing to ease the pain. My elder brother lies in a shallow grave off in an unknown stretch of barren wilds, and I never was able to say goodbye.

Erik Fisher: An odd, but very pleasant man, and a good friend; I am multiple times indebted to him, and I place great value in our friendship. His skill in healing, alchemy, herbalism, and the construction of combustible items is unequaled, the two of us have the ability to create some truly devastating weapons. As well,I regret greatly what has happened between myself and his son; involving his falling out with Selena Wildercress, and my decision to tell him the full truth. Erik continues to prove a valuable friend and has served as the best man at my wedding; he was able to well resist bewitching and was able to attack me instead of Selena, which was not his instruction, for he was to kill Selena. He has proven himself an even greater friend than before, and I feel even more so indebted and guilty for the things I have subjected him to. He spent some time in New Imperia, honing his practice and spreading his name, he has returned however, which has given me a great deal of joy. If I am ever in the position to do so, I will reward this man for his various kindnesses beyond what I have been able to.

'Solomon': A quiet, dark clad man whom I find to increasingly be of the same breed as myself. He is stoic, blunt, and a wandering pursuer of righteousness, and a writer of all wrongs. A master of working pistols, I often supply him with parts and pieces so that he may turn vast profits, and I hope one day to learn the secrets of his craft. Often we work together outside of the workshop as well, battling evil and slaying foes which are unnatural and loathsome. I have a great deal of respect for this monster hunter, and I consider him a friend.

Duncan Atterson: A good man, an honorable man, and the first person I've met in Surna. A fine sir adorned in the leathers, and standing at a fair height. A bard by trade, I mean to ask him of the songs he knows of home; as the gods may know, I cannot play a musical instrument to save my life.

'Twice Born': Once a man I had the utmost respect for before meeting, then a man whom I knew only disgust. This man, known int he past as 'Deven Beef Cakebread' (what odd name the Talibarians carry is beyond me), and following as Halaster Rosethorn Keldorn; this man has been resurrected from death to serve as he attempted to in life, despite his ability to frequently be lead astray. He has engaged in many shameful acts since his resurrection, but has also done good in his time; however, I find myself sinking from an understanding perspective of his difficulty to further anger: he wishes to die. This man, gifted with two lives, amorous pursuits, and the overlook of his transgressions by the gods, wishes to throw himself into a shallow grave filled with piss-poor ale. He continues to find new ways to sicken me, even as I try to understand him.

Samuel Fisher: A promising young man who is as fool-hardy as he is courageous, a dangerous but admirable combination. I consider him a friend, and I wish to do what I can to look out for him; however, with his falling out with Selena, I believe he would like nothing more to see me fall into the void.

Reis Ti: A fiesty woman whom I decided to assist once by speaking the only language she knows, and from there, it might be safe to say a friendship built. She flees from affection, which must be difficult for an attractive woman; she has her own demons, and her own goals, as her friend I hope she can acheive them. She is a powerful planetouched Earth user, who should not be taken lightly. However strong she is, she is showing signs of suffering and pain, I do wish I could better support my friend in her troubles. She seems to be recovering and doing better as of late; this brings joy to me; however, I learned as of late she made a hasty journey back to her homeland to continue her vendetta. I wish her vengeance brings her greater peace than mine did.

Morigen Esmer: A daefar of notable confidence and guile, as well as a bit of a passionate kisser; despite that last point, I know little of her save that she is a hunter with an affinity for spells who has come to Surna for some reason or another. She keeps to herself, with success and benefit being the only thing in mind to her, and at times I'm placed on heavy edge due to this, and her bleak, grim, social outputs. The reason I know how she kisses falls back upon Spin-The-Bottle Incident, otherwise known as, The-Night-The-Women-of-Surna-Pursued-Aedelric. Morigen Esmer proves to be less trustworthy the longer I know her; her pride burns brighter than the sun, and her confidence is cold and absolute. I have no doubt that she would not pause from killing anyone for the slightest smidge of benefit should it present itself; as well, she has found herself a mate who embodies this as well, along with a potent blade from what I've heard, and another who is a vampiress by the name of Persephone. She disappeared following the disappearance of Marcus Olm; I assume her to either be dead... or serving the progeny of something far worse.

Bepern 'Cog' Mazelf: A tall man of elvish features, who knows much of engineering and tinkering. He is a pleasant soul, if curious and a bit unusual; however, I appreciate his company fully and I have taken him on as my apprentice, as he has taken me as his. I shall help him learn the forge, and of weaponry, armor, toolmaking, pewter smithing, and what else he wishes to learn. Bepem has since that time risen to the established rank as Leader of the Heartlands Craft Guild's Branch in Surna; I have hitherto signed to be a part of this organization and can now provide greater mercantile to the people of Surna. Bepem continues to prove he is a good friend who both knows the weight of gold, and kinship. Helping to secure my position in Surna against the hand of Vladimir Radislav, before his prospering status as an enemy of the state, he admitted me into the Heartlands Craft Guild, where I've been able to expand further profit when I am able to practice freely.

Marielle 'Lorena' Adlersflugel: A very kind and pleasant woman of a decade or so older than myself. She seems a practiced warrior, and has the build and confidence to back it up; however, I will mention that her kindness is indeed heartwarming to see, as she is the kind of person whom borders on giddy, but is not quite so. She tries to instill her faith and joy in those around her, she is a good aquaintance to have, and truth be told, I admire her devotion. I receive letters from her occasionally, kind woman, it seems that she has returned to Occitan; it is good to see her find happiness in her homeland.

Brenna Arakis: An odd, unstable woman, who has a tendency to threaten or actually harm those around her; she does not seem malevolent, despite her acts of rage and harm. She is equally blessed in the arts, and is a practiced archer; something tells me there is far more about her I have yet to learn, as Duncan's fiance, I may encounter her a fair amount. Due to the Spin-The-Bottle incident, I found that she is a very direct, and quite forceful kisser.

Brad Burns: This is a man I would bring to the taverns of my homeland; he is often intoxicated, smelling foul, and rambling on. For this reason, he would fit the tavern scene perfectly, and I feel, bring laughs to those about him, including himself.

Cyona Vale: An elven noblewoman who has become Reis's benefactor, I am glad to see that Reis is making friends, and Cyona seems a fair and pleasant person whom has my best wishes; if she will be around Reis greatly, then she'll need it. From what I understand, she is a rather high standing member of the Heartlands Crafts Guild.

Fe Gle Noch: An odd figure, an ash golem, who protects the Crook and Horns as best he can. I cannot say much about him, except that he is unwavering to the protection of the tavern, and follows the word of its caretaker. I believe the golem was destroyed during Vladislav Radimir's attack on the tavern, corrupting it with blight, before the tavern managed to magically, through no fault of my own, explode.

Rataka: A massive, hulking creature of some sort, with a good heart, and a strong arm. I have seen him battle many times, and vice versa, and we have earned each other's warrior's respect. I have learned water can be poisonous to his kind, and that he is made up of smaller creatures. Despite the awkward nature of his differing to mankind, he is a good soul, and has my sword arm when it can be had.

Elizabeth Celanduil: A soft-hearted monster hunter, she seems a practiced sword fighter... but I don't believe I have seen her kill as of yet, though she is physically able to do so, I question whether or not she has the heart for it. Halaster has confided in me that she is capable of taking life, and can bring out death if need be; I will take his word for it. As well, within her quiet nature, she kisses similarly; information provided by the Spin-The-Bottle Incident. She has recently came into a large sum of money, which she spent buying armor and weapons from soneone else. She currently is in a relationship with Halaster Rosethorn Keldorn, also known as The Twice-Born. Halaster seems disheartened by the relationship, though she remains none-the-wiser; I pity her.

Maul: A man bearing giant's blood in his veins, a powerful fighter, whom cold as a stone still carries a good heart. He was raised in slavery through Pychekan mines, but was able to wrestle freedom from his masters, by buying their deaths with his hands.

Laira Cruten: A tiefling with a fair heart and a pleasant enough, if passionate disposition. She came into a slight amount of money, and has put it into investments, hoping to turn more profit in the future. She's contacted myself in working on building projects for her, which I may be able to do.

Reinhardt Freiburg: An Occitanian Kazuth born to station and whose society has established pride and the idealism of status as a primary focus of life. Despite our opposing views, he is good conversation, and he was eager to speak with someone whom knew the language of the White Kingdom.

Shelob Razel: While I first thought this spider a bloodthirsty demon on par with starved vampires, I was proven wrong. Though she is more aggressive with her blood drinking than the vampires in hiding, she has a good heart. She, in hiding, serves the patrons of the healing house, and helped defend them when the building was set upon by demons and foul creatures.

Saren 'Scion' Ola: An odd man who seems pleasant enough, until he is irritated. He's slim, but looks practiced a fair amount, and is the apprentice of Solus the Gravekeeper. I have met him a couple times, but on one occasion, Erik attempted to wake him, and he fired a shot as he woke that could've killed Erik.

Benjamin Mask: An oddly attired and prepared man with a good heart, and a fair sword arm. He praises Selas as he does battle, and even though is somewhat awkward with his fighting, he has the heart for combat. I gave to him my heirloom sword as to save his life, which, was shattered in his hands. I hold no grudge, though, I do miss the blade.

Marcus Olm: A dealer of death and despair across all the lands known to mankind; he has become now the Ruler of Maalik United, and within that nation, stirs dark forces and potents of both his own ilk and those of the mages there. Great forces bind with him, including his demon servant Vekt that serves him valiantly. Marcus is covered head to toe in black armor imposing and dreadful, while also able to conjure demons and soul-burning flames. He has hands in many pockets, and no place is truly out of his reach.

Vekt: A mighty rogue, a demon, sworn to the service of Marcus Olm. I have seen this beast in a flash when it assailed me from behind. Swift and silent as it is strong and brutal; it struck me unconscious; this foe is not to be underestimated.

Erika Schneider: A Vampiress whom is repentant over her condition, and doing her best to maintain proper behavior within society, and drinking blood from donations. I have respect for this female, and I've done business with her tailoring profession in the past, and she is a skilled craftswoman, and a noble soul.

Kira Fyne: A fiery, obnoxious tiefling woman. It seems as though she has her demons, no pun intended, and may not be entirely sinister. However, her wily nature and grudge holding draw me to pause. I have reason to believe she has found death by the hand of Marcus Olm in due cause for her bounty... and perhaps to eliminate complications within Surna.

Itur Maazel: An odd fellow in appearance, who seems to be pleasant enough. I know little of him.

Gravekeeper Solus: A man whom I have only rarely seen, I know not why the dead of Surna are so restless... actually, I have a few ideas; anyways, I admire this man for his work. Many speak of his lethality, and though I fear no man, his abilities may be worth over-estimating.

Alec Smith: A man I know as a monster hunter around Surna, and as an acquaintance of Solomon. The man appears quiet, on the move, but pleasant enough. He helped me corner Vorn Tyrr with his odd gun-based magery, and for that, he has my respect.

Taric: A mammoth of a man, strong and quiet, with an iron blade over his back, and without any remorse for crushing any and all who stands between him and what he wants. He seems to have found a cure for his Ursanthropy, and for that, I am thankful; for both himself, and for any whom may have been around him.

Stom Razel: Captain of the Black Watch in Surna, a practiced drinker, and shooter. Though crass, and all together easily able to brutally decide harsh punishment and death to those on simple circumstance; he is the type of defender Surna needs in times when hope is most bleak.

Cameron De'Aldiers: A man I have heard of as a merchant elite residing in Surna.

Al-Jabar Kasam: The Librarian of the Archivists of Light stationed in Surna; a worker of some devilish magics most likely.

Simon Troph: A guardsman, serious on duty, rediculous when off.

Suile Glan: A goblinoid, one whom mistakenly shot me in the arm on one occasion, and similarly has helped Surna on many occasions. I met him originally when fighting the foul forces of Vorn Tyrr's oppression on the goblin-folk around Surna, and I've seen him many times since. He has assisted Surna during the time of the blight through mustering goblin 'cavalry'. I feel he is in fact a hero as much as any man can be, and he deserves the credit he can be given.

Lady Ada'laina Sylvari: A woman whom I met in my jauntings north into Pycheko, whom I fashioned two daggers and a throwing knife for. It was a chance meeting, I guess we truly do live in a small world in this age. She assisted me in a matter of justice to peoples I've encountered who were wronged, and I assisted her in learning how to wield a blade. I guess perhaps I have had a slew of apprentices in my lifetime, and I hadn't even considered it. She seems to have taken a liking to the man Halaster Keldorn, which brought about heartache and pain when Halaster befouled their relationship. I have not seen her in some time, and I hope she is well.

Vorn Tyrr: A practiced swordsman, someone whom I believe has several life times over myself. He fights like a lightning bolt, but even still, I was able to wound him; however, as much as he is a skilled fighter, he is a skilled mage. This man is incredibly dangerous, and has proven destructive intent. He must be stopped before he can harm anyone else. Thankfully, recently, he was hounded down and put to swift death for his crimes. --- It seems Vorn Tyrr lives again, and must again be put to death.

Saron Bellafontaine: This man is confident, and puts on airs; he claims to be able to provide the blessings of the gods through his ways, and has offered me this on one occasion in my relationship with Selena. I promptly denied him, his unnatural powers could have untold devastation, and I would not risk that, or the genuine nature of my feelings for Selena, for the offer of his 'free' efforts.

Seraya Jay: An odd elf bard female, who uses magic to amplify her magical talents with alien, but interesting, musics. They proved to be in the testing stages, with various possible applications; as well, she seems kindly, enough so to have no qualms repairing what she destroyed through her craft.

Alexander Carver: A young man with a reverence for nature and a powerful drive to defend it. I can respect his motivations, if he's slightly... outlandish.

Christopher Lifeson: A pleasant young man new to Surna, who sought to set himself up and enjoy the young years of his life. I spoke with him when he sought to procure a set of armor, he was a pleasant soul, courteous and vibrant. It was later that I found he was suffering under the curse of Lycanthropy, when he had wandered into town, transformed, and transformed back after being severely wounded; he was later beheaded by a silver axe, unfortunately. I can only hope that now he knows peace.

Colonel Christopher Warston: A military figure for the state of Vale that swears fealty to Sanctimonia. I want to say I've seen him before when I was a younger man, battling with the Gaerdic war parties against Pychekan backed marauders; I cannot prove this though, nor what thoughts I have of him. I know him to also travel with guard, and to also have a slight stutter in command.

Gaerdic Sanctimonian (Grimthor Stormwrath): I have not spoken to this man, but I've noticed his build, and though I know not his story, I recognize his blood.

A Shadowed Visage(Lady Silverspine): I have on one or two occasions sighted a strange being with glowing eyes and shadowey, human form. Upon proper investigation, I found nothing to prove this specter's existence... I will be on my guard.

Past People and Events:


This section contains people whom Aedelric has encountered in his past of note, or references to Events that he may have mentioned:

Aedelric's Travels Across Aeria:Aedelric Adahn had took to the winds since the time he was a young man, for reasons he will say to those whom have heard the right to hear them. Those whom have heard of his exploits, or of his words, may be able to picture a man whom has walked far across Aeria. They are right, for below is a rough etching of Aedelric's path across Aeria, mostly by foot and by boat.

Spoiler:

Countess Phoebe Deruval: The Daughter of a Minor Duke in the reaches of Weissebode, she was a brief interest Aedelric had long ago, which quickly faded when Aedelric led a covert assault upon her father's castle-like manor, to free captives that Phoebe's father intended to sell on the slave trade. Her father proved to be a major instigator of the slave trade in the lands between the Vale, Pycheko, and Weissebode, and his actions as well as his remarks drew Aedelric to great rage, upon which he slew the man. Unfortunately, Phoebe was there to see it, and despite detesting his actions, he was still her father. Aedelric took his leave of that place and its surrounding country within hours, doing what he felt was best for him and her. Aedelric closed that chapter of his life a long time ago, and has since died; though, he does still wonder what happened to Phoebe once she inherited her father's position, which Aedelric learned of through news of Occitan.

Connor: Home, in the high hills of the Dragon Coast, on the border between Buchloe and Vale. It is a stretch of beautiful forests, lovely country, and hearty folk. I would be lying if I didn't often dream of the breathtaking landscapes that I could see just outside of my door. My father still lives here, and unfortunately, we do not exchange letters as much as I like.

Aedelric's Camp: Created so that I may pursue my craft outside of the harassment from the Heartlands Crafts Guild or whatever the devil they are addressed as. The camp is situated in a pleasant clearing that is reasonably defendable. Trees on three side, and a strong rock face on the front side. I have constructed a scaffold to go to the top of the rock face, as well as a small personal quarry for stone. I have set up various tents for passers by. There are two particularly large ten, one in which I reside, and one for Erik Fisher. A notable feature of camp is my forging equipment and resources; many often find my camp along the trails due to the sounds emitted and smoke rising. It has been abandoned since the time of the Blight Infestation of Surna.