Post by khanna on Feb 22, 2008 22:52:17 GMT -8
Entry 1 -- Past
It has been a long time since I have reflected upon my life. I have not felt the urge to collectively write within a journal for quite a while. this is mostly due to various adventures and roads my I have had to take with the course of my life. However, I have grown old and unlike the other races, my time is counted in years and not centuries, as such I feel compelled to leave a legacy behind for when my time comes, those who knew me would have something to remember me by.
I was born on the small isle of Talking Island. I don't remember much about my parents as they were killed by disease as a child. I was little more than an infant then, so I remember them not. I was mostly raised by the priests of the Einhasad temple. These people were very kind to me and told me of the legends and deeds of their goddess. Many times hunters would come to the temple to repair an injury or someone in the village had fallen ill to disease, so we would go to them and ask for a miracle. I had witnessed many miracles, but there were times where the goddess did not grant a miracle, which sometimes resulted in death.
I had a very nice quiet life living in the village. Once I became a young woman I started have visions. Very disturbing images that showed war and destruction plaguing the mainlands. Many nights I could not sleep and grew more terrified as they became more intense. I tried speaking with the priests about it, but the mere mention would bring grave looks of worry to their faces. Eventually I stopped telling people as I couldn't bear to see the fearful worried faces of those I loved around me.
The vision spell lasted for a short while and didn't happen for quite a long time. I still hadn't figured them out, or what they meant. I assumed a war between lands on the mainland, but any other significance to that was lost on me. Perhapse it was Einhasad trying to tell me something, or perhapse another evil demon or god trying to torment me. Either way, I did not know.
Life resumed as it had. Fairly uneventful. Not many people come to this little settlement from the mainlands with the exception of merchants buying raw materials or armor and other weapons to sell in their shops across the sea. This time of happiness wouldn't last for long though.
My visions started returning. At first it was just a view of a battle being wadged, but each night there-after they became more violent and grotesque. Many nights I could not sleep as the images would keep pouring into my mind unmercifully. At times I doubted my faith and wondered why Einhasad would put me through such torture. On one of the nights I had a vision that woke me in the middle of the night. A battle being fought in the village! At the time I didn't know if it was an omen, a vision, or even how accurate it had been.
The next evening the town was in an uproar. Hunters that hones their skills were scurrying about with weapons and those who weren't were trying to usher people to safer parts of the village. I had heard the confusion from the temple and came out to see what was going on. I asked someone walking by and i was told brigands had come to the village from the mainland. The hunters were fighting them, but many of the brigands were too skilled and slew many of our best men already. As the battles raged many people's homes were burned to the gound and when it was finally over and the brigands left the whole village was on the verge of ruin, including the temple. The priests that survived, including myself were rushing about to help ease the dying or heal those who would live with out prayers. Even though the almost destruction of the village pained me it wasn't enough to send me away from Einhasad.
Unknown to many I had fallen in love some time before the brigands came. The person was a skilled hunter and a very kind man. Sadly, he too was slain by the band of brigands that raided our village. I had not known that for a while, but when I did find out, I was completely devastated. I felt my soul on the verge of collapse. I felt angry at the gods for not making their message for me clearer, I felt angry at myself for not being able to understand. Most of all I felt and emptiness and loss in my life that no one should feel. A person who understood who I was, was suddenly torn away, and I had to deal with this reality.
In my grief I became ill. I didn't have the will to live anymore. My home was destroyed, my lover gone. I was hollow, nothing left inside of me. Just as my illness took me to the verge of death a voice called out to me.
"Child, I hath felt thy pain for many moons. You needn't die, as I have use of you in life. Pledge thy loyalty to me, and thou shall find revenge."
The voice was very light and melodic. I hadn't known who it belonged to, but in my grief, I felt compelled to follow it. I had agreed to the pact of revenge and the voice had given me some kind of comfort in my time of need. However I hadn't known how this pact would change me forever.
((This is the first entry to my character Anthrope. This is supposed to be her thoughts as an old lady while her game interactions serve as her flash backs, or her telling her own story. Keep that idea in mind to get the scope of what I'm trying to do with this character. ^^ ))
