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Title: A Celtic's Journey
Post by: Syl on June 18, 2014, 04:49:20 PM
(the contents of these pages are writen in old Nordic runes)

I have arrived in this odd magikal place and feel like so much have happened even though its only been two moons since I’ve stumbled out of the fog. I have seen many things and have met many different kinds of folks. Ranging from tall folks called fae. To wee lads and las’s called nomes.  I do not know why I am here or if there is truly a way home. But I’ll have to find one. But hopefully with the pages and the maps I’ll be drawing up I will have many stories to tell those back home, as well as my kids when I have them.

       
                                              "Home is behind me now, The world ahead."


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Title: Re: A Celtic's Journey
Post by: Syl on June 18, 2014, 05:13:37 PM
(old Nordic runes)
It has been a many nights now. I’m honestly not sure what solstice it is yet the weather is cold so I can only believe we will be seeing first frost soon. I have made a few some friends since arriving. I have been given leathers and a new crossbow but since I had nothing to pay for it I am to work it off. It is difficult here. I hardly know anything but the one I’m working for assumes I’m to know everything right away saying to not act stupid and that I’ll never be going home. I refuse to believe it.
Title: Re: A Celtic's Journey
Post by: Syl on June 18, 2014, 10:49:51 PM
[Old Nordic Runes]

I am told today that I am working for the black dragons, they are still working their way to be known but that is who I am to be working for to pay off my armor and crossbow. The only one that seemed to help me or show any care for me would be Cloud. He is a kind lad and has helped me understand much that I can. I promised him that I will find a way home and once I do I will come back for him and all the friends I make in the process.

Title: Re: A Celtic's Journey
Post by: Syl on June 18, 2014, 11:38:56 PM
[Old Nordic Runes]

Things are not going well the last few days. We were going to a meeting. I was a wee bit late since I didn’t know where I was going and had to wait for someone to get me. Only to walk into a room of shouting members and suddenly dragged out by another lad saying “we’re leaving”. I was very confused and nerves as what was going on but no one would explain to me and so I became jobless again. I guess that’s alright since I enjoyed exploring and finding new things. But, I need some gold pieces for a bed and bolts so I can hunt, and other supplies. I found some paper lying on the ground of one of the cities. I can’t make anything out of these odd runes on papers. They are nothing like the ones back home. But I showed it to someone and they said it was a help wanted paper for some folks called the red vardo.    Guess I found my next attempt at a job.
Title: Re: A Celtic's Journey
Post by: Syl on June 18, 2014, 11:39:56 PM
[Old Nordic Runes]

Well these red vardos don’t seem interested in me helping them or joining them. The lad that said he would speak with their leader has not done so and just keeps telling me to bring more odd items to him. I can only feel like I am being used.  Back to where I started. On a side not some of my maps are coming along well. I think? Anyways I’m off to explore some caves now and find some friends.

My day did not get any better when I met my friend Rose who was in the black dragon and seems to be running them now, the original leader seemed to have planned something and I was just another pawn, used again. Even though she offered me to come back I just couldn’t, I’m sure Rose understands why but I still offered to help them if they needed any help.
Title: Re: A Celtic's Journey
Post by: Syl on June 18, 2014, 11:41:19 PM
[Old Nordic Runes]

Vampires; how can one tell if someone is a vampire? Just because they are outside at night or is it the way someone acts or hates garlic. I was outside at night with my good friend Nat. She is a nice and very beautiful las. And suddenly these two lads came out and started accusing someone else of being a vampire. I told them to leave the las alone only to have her turn to me with her sword drawn. I was scared; I wanted to run but what about Nat? I couldn’t run. Even when every bone in me body said run, I just couldn’t. I drew my dagger and held it ready to parry a blow if I had to as I stood my ground. Everyone that was outside finally went inside while Nat and I went into the inn. I am glad no one got hurt in the night.
Title: Re: A Celtic's Journey
Post by: Syl on June 18, 2014, 11:41:37 PM
[Old Nordic Runes]

It has been a long while since I have written anything down. I have lost track exploring caves and woods seeing many odd and creepy things since I have arrived here but still no luck on finding a way home. I have made many more friends and Nat still being one of my very best of them. I have explored these odd temples in some sandy place that is extremely hot. The things in there they call them “mummies” they are very creepy and smelly things. I normally have to have a mask over my face or I’ll gage on the smell alone. Add in my friends that can use that magik stuff setting them on fire makes it much worse.  So bad I nearly passed out last time.
Title: Re: A Celtic's Journey
Post by: Syl on June 18, 2014, 11:41:59 PM
[Old Nordic Runes]

It turns out Seal is spending his life with Belmonte I can’t say I’m overly jealous of it but it did hurt a wee bit. Seal says to find someone here to start a family and then this place will be me home. Can I really do that though? Can this odd world truly end up becoming a place I can call home? I suppose I would have to have luck with the lads first. Of course I haven’t had any luck with any I have met. Maybe I’ll find one, until then I will continue my exploring and spending time with my friends.
Title: Re: A Celtic's Journey
Post by: Syl on June 18, 2014, 11:48:04 PM
[Old Nordic Runes]

Blast me head hurts still from last night’s drinking with Nat and Thissel. I don’t even remember how I got back to camp from the island. I miss home even more these days. it’s almost been my second winter here and still no luck finding a way home. Maybe its behind that locked gate in the mountains just next to the falls. It feels creepy near that gate but I can’t let that stop me from trying to find a way home. Others have said it be a castle of a lad named strahd or something like that. I can never get most the names of these lands right.
Title: Re: A Celtic's Journey
Post by: Syl on June 18, 2014, 11:50:21 PM
[Old Nordic Runes]

Today will be very special to me, while we went to a place where demons roamed which I’m still having a few nightmares from that. And then the sight of all those dead and bleeding decaying bodies impaled-. . . .I’m going to stop that before I have to vomit again. Anyways the place went well enough until some of the members died. I felt bad and I was very tired at that point. But I met someone before we left. He said his name was Bryn, he was a bit shorter than me but he was very kind and comforted me when I was feeling very sick on our trip to visit the demons. We watched each other’s back. It was shocking when he asked me to do a wine “date” with him. I didn’t know what a date was or what wine was but I asked Nat and she said its good so I took him up on it. I tried so many new things there... and it seems most wines are not as strong as the mead and ales I normally drank. How ever the night ended very well. We said our goodbyes and I headed to wash up.

Perhaps Seal was right.
Title: Re: A Celtic's Journey
Post by: Syl on June 19, 2014, 01:35:39 PM
[Old Nordic Runes]

I was invited to go drinking with Seal and Belmonte and one of their friends, Well… more carried I should say. I got confused and Belmonte just carried me off over her shoulder.  I felt a little accepted by them even though I’m very different and with Belmonte normally calling me the “Not as amazing Monica” but now she’s calling me Sully. I can’t really complain its better than the title she was using, they asked me to share a story or tale of where I’m from. And what my home was like. I started telling them of the time and me da got stuck in a big snow storm not long after the first frost of the winter. But then ah lad came and took “Shadow’s”? I can’t remember what they called the las. But she got mad and that started a fight with her and the lad, I understand the need to defend yerself and I have been in a few fights before… Some my fault the others might have been because of me brothers. I don’t know why I covered my eyes I guess I thought the las was going to draw her sword. I have such odd friends here, some can be rather aggressive and others nice. Thissel said as long as I stay true to myself I won’t change and be like them folks in that black and yellow armor or their leader Jayne. I can’t hold a grudge towards all of them. There be a few that are not bad. Like I believe the lads name was, Torlin?.  Or something like that.  But he was a good lad. I think its best I go back to exploring and searching for that key again, I would like to see what be past that gate. 
Title: Re: A Celtic's Journey
Post by: Syl on June 20, 2014, 02:07:01 PM
[Old Nordic Runes]

Alright another night with me friends or is it friend?. . No Tarlin be me friend, I think; the lad keeps wanting me to call him sir. I don’t honestly understand the need for such. But Tabitha be me friend that be true, after walking around looking for the dungeon where Tarlin was we went and got drinks I have heard much good news from Tabitha and I’m happy for her.  I still need to get some gold back I just have enough ta keep me room back at the village for one more fortnight.  It seems Tarlin’s leader Jayne? I think was the las’s name is being held in the dungeon.  I did not ask why, but someone that allows another to whip a man because the lad likes it. Does not help him, nor can I truly feel sorry for the las. I will have to make new maps now. The ones I made got destroyed when I got attacked by them two legged wolves a while back. Better they got them then me right?
Title: Re: A Celtic's Journey
Post by: Syl on June 23, 2014, 11:27:15 AM
[Old Nordic Runes]

Today was very fun. I took a few lads and Ropa with me on exploring a cave I explored before but when I went again with Remo it was filled with a bunch of mean bastards. I’m not one for killin lads so I just wounded them as best I can and turned to help the others that needed it I also used them fancy magiked amulets Ropa gave me a while back and patched everyone up. I’m slightly getting better at the sight of blood but it still bothers me. We found some nice and nifty magiked items.
I got to spend more time with Bryn also later that day which made it added more to the joy of the day. I will have to ask Nat on some advice and what she likes for wine. I think I might bring ale, much stronger then these wines. Maybe I shouldn’t ask Nat for advice. I mean, I am a grown las and should be able to handle it just fine right? But this be me first time feeling this way.  Maybe I should just be me.
Also I need to think of a new place to explore. Maybe I’ll see if I can check out this island I have heard rumors about that just repeats it’s self that sounds like something exciting to explore. Still no signs of the key to that gate yet either, I have been thinking. What if it not be a physical key? What if it be some other item, or maybe it opens with some word?  Hell that gate be hard to open, I just want to look around how much work must I do to look around past the gate?
Title: Re: A Celtic's Journey
Post by: Syl on June 23, 2014, 11:09:00 PM
[one of the man crude maps Monica has drawn and written in her native runes]



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Title: Re: A Celtic's Journey
Post by: Syl on June 24, 2014, 05:51:48 PM
[old Nordic Runes] Time for another adventure I'm not sure what be awaiting me on this morning my cloths be worn my body be sore and me pockets be empty again. But that's not so bad right? anyways friends and excitement await me that I know for sure.

Title: Re: A Celtic's Journey
Post by: Syl on June 25, 2014, 12:45:27 PM
[the Old Nordic Runes seem a to have been written quickly and with a shaky hand on this page]

I went back to the cave with Hunter and Belmonte. We left only after clearing the top floor we were not ready for what would have been below. It was dark when we got there and still night. However, when we left we were ambushed by these odd folks. I didn’t get a good look at the folks who be attacking us. I..I got nerves and I just started firing my bolts at them. I hope I didn’t kill one, I don’t like killing people. Belmonte says I should kill them when next I see them, that they are hunting her and are lizard people not humans.  There be much I don’t now here but. . . Blast I wish Bryn be here. The lad would be able to calm me down.
I’ll help Belmnote and hunter how I can. I can’t read the runes here but I’m still able to help. I just hope this does not force me to kill someone. I’m going to have trouble sleeping tonight.
Title: Re: A Celtic's Journey
Post by: Syl on June 26, 2014, 11:54:16 AM
[Old Nordic Runes]

Why is it that most folks here in this place enjoy killing another lad or las? I have yet to meet someone that does not enjoy killing another person. People might not think I understand the needs ta survive but I do. Ye hunt, scout and live the next day. Ye don’t have to go lookin ta kill someone. I appreciate me friend I have made, even if some of them be more aggressive than me. 
On ah side note.  I now need more of that fancy paper. I used a lot of it in that temple just ta keep everyone alive as best I can. Maybe Nat or a few others might help me get some back. Also the healin magik las we were with just seems to enjoy fighting too much the las nearly got us all killed again when she went back to finish off what we thought was three turned into five of them smelly dead walkers. I really need a drink after that trip, ah really strong drink.
Title: Re: A Celtic's Journey
Post by: Syl on June 27, 2014, 09:27:50 AM
[Beaten, wounded and sore Monica went with her friends for ah night of drinking, the runes are rather sloppy as a few parts of the page are stained with ale]
I havenenet feltthis good since I stole em da’s dirnk belomnte hnture an some ohetr  lad had ah gooood tmie.  Ten dirnks wiiiner get sstabed in the arse. So whybe soooo much fihgtin here? Whynojsut getfaimly? Mayabe I goo see bryin. maiybe igoo and knuock haerd onthe gate I haevn't oopened
Title: Re: A Celtic's Journey
Post by: Syl on June 28, 2014, 11:31:56 PM
[the runes are slightly smudged as the page seems to have been written during a breakdown]

I..I be having difficulty sleeping.. I still hear the screaming and the image when I close me eyes.. Who...who would go fer a sword and get burned alive.. I..I wanted to look away but I was horrified to believe it happened. I closed me eyes to not look and moved behind seal. But it was no good, I could still hear the person screaming in pain as the lad burned even while covering my ears. I..I feel like this is becoming one big nightmare. Bryn, please where ever ye be I need ye now more then ever.
Title: Re: A Celtic's Journey
Post by: Syl on June 30, 2014, 09:16:28 AM
(Old Nordic Runes)
It’s still difficult to get a good night sleep and I still don’t know what to do. Maybe the lad be right in that one of them magik folks would be able to help me, maybe Quinn or Nat would be able to assist me.  Maybe one of them help me forget that night, I’m not sure if I will truly be able to forget such a thing. The screaming, How can someone be use to hearing and seeing such a thing. I think drinking my help me a bit, maybe some of my other friends might know how to help me with it. I really wish Bryn was here though. He might be able to help me calm down and forget about it. Until any of those happen, I guess the most I can do is head to that fancy large stone village with the ships and get a few drinks, Maybe I’ll meet Quinn there i can never remember where he works the place is to big, guess i'll do it the only way i know how. . .
                                                      I hope someone can help me.
Title: Re: A Celtic's Journey
Post by: Syl on July 01, 2014, 11:08:20 AM
[Old Nordic Runes]“

Can’t make ah sword out of silk” Hunter said. But is everyone meant to be a sword?  He and Ropa said this will harden me and that I must harden me heart to survive. But I don’t wish ta be like that, I don’t like that change.  I still want to be me, I don’t want to turn into ah murderer I don’t know if I could live with meself for killing someone, To take a life…Its not one should be able to do easily.  I don’t think I should take ah life, I hardly know how to use me daggers and while I have had to shoot some folks with me crossbow it’s not something I truly enjoy and I be only doing so to slow them down and get away. I wonder if Bryn would understand. I pray to the gods I do not have to kill anyone, trolls ogres them walkin bones and walkin dead and all these monsters that are hostile to me, I be fine with having to shoot when I must. But ah lad or ah las, I’m not sure I could bring myself to truly do it.

                  “true courage lies in knowing not when to take a life, but when to spare one”
Title: Re: A Celtic's Journey
Post by: Syl on July 02, 2014, 10:12:17 AM
[Old Nordic Runes]

I think talking about helps me sleep.  Or maybe it be that magik Quinn did. I didn’t ask him to help me forget it that night, I don’t think I truly will and it will haunt me for a good while. But I should not let one thing stop me from still being me and after the talk with him I felt much better. I’ll also tell Bryn about it when I see him again, I miss him so. Quinn says he envies me a bit. With the fact that my hands are still clean and I have not killed anyone or that I do not want to. He says it takes true skill to keep your hands clean of blood in this place, I pray to the gods that I can keep my hands clean. After I told my story and we talked for a bit we talked about that magik stuff and them fancy papers. He looked at me odd when I told the lad that I can’t read them but that I can do the movement on them. And he was very impressed and I think shocked he then talked about the “rings”? Of spells, or the power of them on which be stronger magik. I explained how I used two of them fancy papers one time one be makin ah floatin armor with ah sword and the other  a lot of small magik orbs shot out of the paper and hit one of them smelly walkin dead folks in bandages. Mumies I think they be called I think the lad said those be seventh ring spells?
I should face me fear of that sandy place specifically that one location but I won’t lie and say I not be scared of doin such.  I’ll face me fear soon, I also be hopin I see Bryn again soon I miss bein with him.
Title: Re: A Celtic's Journey
Post by: Syl on July 03, 2014, 09:53:12 AM
[Old Nordic Runes]

Today was a better day then the last I have finally been able to get some rest. While the image still as well as the screaming still haunts me but they are slowly fading away as I surround myself with those I love and are my friends. Talking about it really did help and it helped, there was a las named Rue at camp and she seemed very scared about something. I hope the las be alright I get the feeling something bad happened to her. And I’m not sure if it was the lad Dante or someone else that made her nerves.  Bryn showed up not long after and scared her a bit, I think he knows that something is wrong and he moved away to not scare her. I always feel more joy when I be with him, we talked about the las Jayne being  murdered even though I’m not one to talk about things like that I felt sorry for Tarlin since he worked under the las. Bryn and I decided to try and locate her body since I mentioned that the las’s body has not yet been found.

 He found out I truly do not like the thought of me killing someone as we were attacked by the thieves in the streets of that stone fancy village. I told him I wish to be strong and I don’t want others to see me being weak for not wanting to kill someone. He made me feel better saying that he has seen me skills and know I be strong. Bryn said “strength be only the –ability- to kill. “  He also wishes me luck on not having to kill anyone in these lands. He showed me around some building with a lot of paintings and drawings, I suggested we go on another –date- as he called them after we left the building and the sun be getting ready to rise for the new dawn and he left to meditate after we said goodbye.

It is a new day, and Bryn has given me the strength to find my courage and face me fear of that sandy place and of that night. The next ones heading there I be joining fer an adventure. I will also be working on me maps again now that I be in a better mood and able to rest.
Title: Re: A Celtic's Journey
Post by: Syl on July 07, 2014, 12:09:51 PM
(the Old Nordic Runes on this page seem sloppy as if the writer had some difficulty writing them)
While this place has hidden beauty in it, I have now come to find one of the extreme horrors of this place. I know I have been to this place before perf something. While there were normally enough in front to fend off the giant demons, I was not so lucky this time.  I’m going to be scared for life this time, it not be ah mental scar like the night in the sands, but ah physical scar. Three giant demons cornered me some force held me in place as they just ripped me back and shot giant flaming rocks at us all. I’m not sure how I got out but I ran ta help me friends escape using me fancy papers.  Remo tended to me back which as I screamed in pain, I didn’t want to move but the giant lad just picked me up and put me on the bed roll. We tried again once some of me wounds closed, only for it all to happen again barely able to hold up me crossbow let alone load it without the feeling of me wounds would reopen I get attacked again. Gods why did it have to happen to me, when we finally had ah moment to rest I blacked out, I couldn’t handle the pain and I lost a lot of blood, I don’t know what happened after that everything became blurry as my vision kept fading when I woke up against ah stone wall. I think I was helped along by one of the lads as I was set down on the sand again and had me back tended to briefly they went into the cave. The last thing I be remembering after that was hearing Remo yell run, but before I could do anything everything went dark and I no longer felt my pain.
       I came to again laying on me back everything hurt, I didn’t want to move but I was suddenly picked up and gritted my teeth as I’m thrown over someone’s shoulder. I wanted the pain to stop, I still want the pain to stop but I was brought back to camp half out of it and grabbed the first person I could barely able to stand on me own I think the las passed me off to another lad as Quinn seemed to follow us into the tent as I was set down I grabbed me down ah bottle of ale or something and ripped off me cloak and winces screaming in pain as I began to feel me bones snap and reform back inside me with some magik stuff the lad did. I could feel it all bones reforming reattaching my muscle on me back growing back, it was so painful all I could do was cry and scream into ah pillow. Belmonte was in there also and came over and tried to comfort me as well as Quinn. Belmonte got mad at the lad who had me come along, I tried ta explain ta her that it be more me own fault fer goin and exploring there she is always a quicked tempered one and will speak her mind just like me. It feels nice though ta be honest, I never knew if Belmonte really cared fer me as ah friend but now I can see she does.  I asked fer ah strong drink ta numb what pain I still be feeling and was handed one by ah wee lad, dwarfs? I think they be called here and chugged it down. Quinn and the lad that used his healin magik on me says I will need time to rest.
       I be thankful fer me friends that I have and those that help me make it through day ta day in this place. I hope I will see Bryn soon, but then… maybe the scar might make him not like me. I hope it doesn’t. Anyways I should get more rest, me back be killing me just sitting up still.
        I also need to remember to ask Quinn or hunter about the old monastery me and Ropa went to before my back got badly damaged. There was ah notch in the ground up there in some design, I bet something goes there. I’ll have to find out what goes there when I’m healed more.
Title: Re: A Celtic's Journey
Post by: Syl on July 08, 2014, 03:23:44 PM
[Old Nordic Runes]

Why do some lads have to cause problem and be unfaithful?
 
Me back still be a wee bit sore but I be able to move more, I can move faster once I drink some more and numb the rest. I feel sorry for Nat, the poor las I go to her for advice on things but it never works out for her. I’ll have to try and cheer her up somehow I think some good exploring would make her feel better to see the hidden beauty in this place. She left shortly after Bryn showed up seems her was following blood coming from Nat. I will make it up to her today, it was nice ta be with him again for some time and we had some fun. Well I did I’m not sure if he did. But he was impressed by me speed, he helped me to the inn at the small village and I fell asleep with him in the room but when I woke he was gone again I should visit Quinn ta see if he knows someone to help me mend me cloak and clothes. I think the lad might freak a bit to see me walking right now when I should be lying down, but I can’t lay in camp any more, I think Belmonte would be upset with me walking around also.

Maybe I should introduce Nat to some of me friends.
Title: Re: A Celtic's Journey
Post by: Syl on July 09, 2014, 03:50:20 PM
[Old Nordic Runes]

Quinn mended me cloths and cloak as Nat let me borrow her spare set. How the las be able to walk in such odd boots is odd, But she left to go help hunter with something so Quinn and I went below and talked while he worked. I asked him about that monastery me and Ropa explored and he said it was called. The “monastery of the silver thread”? Be an odd place said it may have belonged ta some cult I told him about the notch in the middle of a drawing and he seemed interested a bit. He then mentioned that the Monastery may be connected with something behind the locked door under the temple in the village. I think it be best fer me and Ropa as well as ah few others ta look under there fer something that may help. He also said that the key to that door may be found in the village or around it, so once me back be healed more I will try and get a few other to go exploring a well that sounded promising.  I may get the old lad that be in the temple also to come with he might enjoy it and find it useful. I normally not be one to plan something like this, but Ropa seemed a little bit interested in that monastery as well. I wish to see what goes into that notch in the drawing Quinn said it might hold some treasure.
 
I’m not one fer having a lot of gold. I’m more interested in the exploration. I do not hold gold as high as most do in this place thinking it makes a difference. While it can make life ah wee bit better. It doesn’t help ye. There always be someone who be wanting it then. Folks kill for it, others would steal it from ye because ye have it. I think it be a reason I do not feel right in that fancy stone village. I have dreamed of living in a castle a few times yes. But I be happy with how I am and who I be.

As after Quinn finished he asked me about me home and family. He was quiet surprised I had four other siblins. I told him about me da and mother how me da taught me how to hunt and work on survival skills. Me mother taught me how ta cook and cure the hides we got from our kills so we could make cloths. I told him how when the other wee ones were born me da worked the smithy for some extra gold so we could pay for some things we couldn’t get.  The lad told me to be careful and that he does not wish to lose any more friends, I did my best to lighten the mood and asked him If there might ever be a play about someone like me.  I don’t think there would ever be in this fancy place, but it was ah good chuckle none the less. I’ll ask hunter if he knows anything about this monastery of the silver thread. He reads the runes here more often than anyone I know.
Title: Re: A Celtic's Journey
Post by: Syl on July 10, 2014, 11:00:19 AM
[Old Nordic Runes]

Me body be very sore tonight, I showed nat the small island and she said it was beautiful and ah couple of the lads liked it as well Izen asked why we were there if there be nothing to kill or loot. I doubt the lad ever relaxed and just walked ta admire the land, oh well what can ye do? We went ta explore ah cave I don’t really recall what happened in it I woke up on the grass away from the cave they said I hit me head on hard and passed out. We headed back to camp and another group went back to the cave. I could resist my urge to explore, even with my sore body I cannot stand sitting in camp all day and night. I told Ropa that I will come and help but I will not be using me crossbow for sake of me back ta mend. We got to ah cave and it was full of these odd folks that seemed ta not feel ah thing. I closed my eyes most the time to avoid seeing all the blood as well as covered my ears occasionally. Things were going well until we got to a big set of doors. Things went downhill from there, folks were falling I had to use a lot of me fancy papers even if it hurt me back ta use them I did my best to help others get out. Ropa was caught behind the door but we got her out and she ran top. I was the last ta get out and I saw her fighting with one of the quiet lads shooting at the lad attacking Ropa. I grabbed ah fancy paper and gritted my teeth as I did the motions as me body seemed ta just go numb and feel like I was turned inta something I grabbed me crossbow and unloaded into the lad to help Ropa. Me heart racing and it was difficult to breath as the effects of the scroll faded I felt meself and I felt weak suddenly. We eventually cleared the cave and sold the stuff.
       I got ah fancy paper out of it I might show Quinn and see if he knows what it would be. Or nat they be that magik folks able ta read the stuff here.  I’ll have to buy a few more drinks, me back be feeling almost better but its sore after that fancy paper I don’t think I should use that one often if I ever find it again. I need ta get me more traps also, been using them for hunting so I don’t run out of me bolts. For now sleep, once me back feels better should be soon I be getting some friends ta go exploring that well. And then look for the key hopefully we will find something about that monastery. Or better yet I’ll find ah way past that one gate not far from the falls.
Title: Re: A Celtic's Journey
Post by: Syl on July 11, 2014, 11:21:03 AM
[Old Nordic Runes]

Another night of recovery from being tosses around like as wee babes doll. It gives me time to think of where to explore and what to do next.  The well was mentioned and Tarlin said the key to the locked levels below the temple so we can go deeper be in there. I did also say sorry to the lad, while he be very high strung about being called –sir- Tarlin seems he is use to me calling him Tarlin. I am worried about Tabitha though; it has been ah while since I last saw her and tonight she looked very pale and felt cold. I hope the las be alright she said she was bitten by a vampire and it took them a while to find a cleric. I may have to speak with the old priest lad in the village and see how the bites work. Most me friends seem to be having difficulties lately and I feel like I cannot help them.

I had a nightmare which is why I woke and began writing, the dream started in a village that I have not seen before and seemed to have been on fire. Smoke was rising from the windows and roofs some of the huts and houses crumbled to the ground still burning. Ah mob of folks was gathering heading towards the center of the village. And that’s when I heard a loud crack in that direction followed by a scream. I followed the crowed moving behind the buildings staying out of sight making my way to the center of the village as well. In the village was a platform with someone chained to a post on top of it and a man whipping them the mob gathered from all around the village circling the platform yelling Murderer! Witch! Monster! BURN HER! As there was another crack of the whip and the captive screaming in pain. I didn’t want to see any more so I ran from the village. I ran until my legs were sore, I turned around to and everything was black, the world around me was shifting a heavy fog began to roll in as I turned to get away from it I saw I was now on a cliff above a chasm. Turning to brave the fog figures began to take form of me family.

Mother: Ye left us.

No I didn’t I was taken!

Siblings: Why did ye do it

I didn’t anythin’ please listen ta me!

Father: ye came back a murdered yer own kin.

I WOULD NEV-

Lighting flashed blinding me for a moment as my sight returned I stood there bodies covered the ground in front of me lying on top of one another filled with bolts and cuts. Me crossbow was now in me hand as well as me dagger in the other. I stepped back in fear of what lied in front of me, I wouldn’t do this. I’m not ah murderer I don’t wish to be one! Ah mound of bodies shifted as the ones on top fell to the side showing ah las standing in the middle holding a crossbow as she raised it uttering one word in a cold voice before pulling the trigger releasing the bolt.

???: Murderer..

The bolt pierced me chest as I stumbled back and fell into the chasm, I woke shortly after that screaming in fear only to grab a pillow for comfort to calm down.
I hope this just be a nightmare and not a vision of the futur
Title: Re: A Celtic's Journey
Post by: Syl on July 12, 2014, 11:38:41 PM
[Old Nordic Runes]

The right to kill.

I do not know where to begin. Killin a human or a fae or dwarfs nomes. seems just wrong. what is the point in doing so? Is it to prove who is stronger? To steal what they have in gold coins or what they have? or is it just because you can? Now what would give one the right to do any of that? While protecting others is understandable. defending yourself from an attack alright I can understand that also, but just because you have a sword does not give you the right to just kill whom you please for only the joy and taking what is theirs that is not right to me.

You should never have to kill some to prove something. it should not even be the first choice you make.
"get use to it" some tell me. " you'll have to sooner or later"... I can't.. I wont, Its not right damit. once ye get okay with it ye lie to yerself sayin any thing so that ye can kill someone just for gold.. or strength. What about their families?

I feel, I feel like I'm slowly losing my friends. I do not know if it is because I have not killed someone since I have arrived here? Or the fact I refuse. Its heart breaking to me, to see my friends suffer from this place. From vampire bites to broken hearts of love, to books taking over the mind. I..I need someone who can help understand the way I feel. Bryn maybe? or Quinn?

And what about the hard choice I am to make? I know I will one day be forced to decide if someone lives and I die or I kill them to stay alive, I hope it never has to come to that. I don't know which I will choice right now.

Someone please help me. Mother, father, Forefather...I feel so lost here.

The last question I have...Can one Return to the way they once were once this place gets ahold of them? I saw the look on her face as she left.
Title: Re: A Celtic's Journey
Post by: Syl on July 14, 2014, 01:59:54 PM
(Old Nordic Runes)
Ah vampyre, play, Love, and the joy of exploration. 

   I was very busy today, teaching Thomas how to cook for himself having him go hunting for boar deer or bear, I was his choice he came back with boar. I told him to soak the steaks in the wine I was given and wait a few hours before we cooked it. I was going to grind up the dry garlic but then I heard Tabitha’s voice behind me and mention the tent, passing Thomas the garlic and told him what to do I headed in there to see my dear friend with her hood up leaning back against the poll in the middle. There was something wrong, she asked a favor of me, to go with her during the day to the place where the vampire bit her and try and find out who the person is. I told her I would help, that I would do the best I can. It seems the vampire is in the village where I have my room, it may be best for her to have a different place to rest. If I cannot find anything out about the place the first time we go, I will ask her for the key and take a look around myself as she stayed somewhere safe. Perhaps I should pay a visit to the old priest Dimitri he seems to know a lot about these things and I feel I will need all the help I can get for this one.   

   After feeding her Thomas, one of Tarlin’s lads. Remo and meself we talked for a bit more and then I remembered the play I said I would go to it was my first play. Heading to the fancy stone village I made my way to Quinn’s theater which I now remember where it’s at. I honestly did not understand what was going on but the music was nice, I think it’s the fact I do not know much of this place, but I clapped and cheered with everyone else and smiles at the show it was something new I have never seen. I asked Quinn to explain to me some of the fancy papers I had after the play when I had time to do it and he looked rather impressed at the ones I have acquired and found telling me to be careful with them. Bryn showed up near the end and I was happy to see him again, I told him to go enjoy the party and that I had some things to take care of but I will see him again shortly.

   I was then showing ah las in an odd dress she called it. Ah keymono? Or something to that, but she seemed nice and was having a rough time she asked me about a shop in the slums so I did my best to lead her to it passing out some gold coins to the beggers as we passed them. We talked for a moment and I showed her the theater where the play was, she seemed over joyed to see it and smiled happily. Bryn had snuck in behind us and I didn’t hear it but we all talked after her made his presence known after a while he showed us a spot in the name escapes me but it was a great view of the ships and sea. Jee asked if Bryn and I were together.  I was embarrassed not because he be different then me but no one ever asked and I never told him how I feel. She smiles and left us for a while she thanked me for showing her around as best I could. I told her any time as she left and let me and Bryn talk.
       
    I confessed my feeling towards him it was not an easy thing to do for I did not know how he felt towards me. He says he does not do the love thing, because of weakness and threat of being killed out of jealousy and other reasons. But I didn’t want to let him go, for the first time I found something I didn’t wish to lose.  As we talked more I slowly understood, I still wish he would feel the same way toward me as I do for him. Perhaps he might in time, for now he said we will take it slow. I finally let him slip out from me arms as the sun was beginning to rise, even if he says he does not “love”. There has to be something there still, isn’t there?
Title: Re: A Celtic's Journey
Post by: Syl on July 15, 2014, 12:23:31 PM
[Old Nordic Runes]

It was a nice day to go exploring, I originally went to see Quinn and ask him some more question and ran into Tabitha again. She does not look any better than before, I feel sorry for her and wish to help. I will learn what I can about vampyres, she said she cannot take this anymore and disappeared from sight again. I hurried to find Quinn shortly after that, I wish my friend did not have to suffer this much she used to be so happy and joyful but now.

   Apparently me cloths not be acceptable by one of the las’s Quinn was around, that be not a problem with me, I’m fine with the way I am. I wasn’t able to ask my questions to Quinn around the others not out of trust but more of privacy for Tabitha’s sake. Instead we ended up going to explore the sandy place around some poisoned water. Quinn started acting odd not long after entering it becoming fidgety and then drank something. I’m not sure what is wrong with the lad but I will ask him about it, I hope he will tell me I feel more concerned for me friends each time I see them. I saw Cloud again. He is a nice lad, other than laughing at me back injury thinking it was a joke until I showed it to him. If he is back I can only wonder if me first job owner be back.

I can’t help but think I may be getting into something very bad and dangerous helping Tabitha. But what can I do? This place makes one lose themselves, makes them violent, hostile, saddened, I will do what I can to make my friends smile and see that there is hope of freedom and joy even in such a dark place.
       Things will get better
Title: Re: A Celtic's Journey
Post by: Syl on July 16, 2014, 01:27:00 PM
(Old Nordic Runes)

    Tabitha went back to the village, I cannot sit anymore it seems the vampyre lead her to the green goddess shrine in the village. She thinks its lair may be close to there. I’ll be visiting the old priest this time. Night or day I will help me friend. I do not know what all I can do but I will do what I can which can be a great help. If feel sorry for those that be here and all these things happen to them. the loss of homes, loved ones, having ta revert ta killing people just for yer next meal or the gold they were given. This place is cruel and unkind to everyone. And then some think the place is nothing but a horrible place, while there is a lot of death that happens, there are, hidden beauties that are difficult to find but I can find them. I found one, and I go there often and lie on the grass and look up at the stars. But none seem to see it the same as me they only see it for another place to go kill something.

     Laying here now looking up at the stars in the moonlight my mind drifts and thinks of home, me family, me friends, the smell of the sea and the waves crashing against the shores at night lulling you to sleep, the smell of pine in the forest. The sound of the bird chirping in the morning as I wake early before the morning hunt and run through the dew filled fields near home. I miss it so, I am unsure if I can say I hate this place for can you truly hate it if you can find the hidden beauty that’s concealed by the hardships? I think that is why I search for a way out. Not because I wish to leave, but because I wish to help others leave so they can get home to where they belong.  So they can go back to where they belong and once again smile.

There is a part of me deep inside that wishes this never happened to me.

                            ” So do all who live to see such times, but that is not for them to decide. All we have to decide is what to do with the time that is given to us.”
Title: Re: A Celtic's Journey
Post by: Syl on July 17, 2014, 01:32:35 PM
(Old Nordic Runes)
So many maps to finish, I’ve been busy with Tabitha and me other friends I keep forgetting to go back and finish them. perhaps the village would be best since there may be ah vampyre there. Tabitha says to be careful, and I will be I’ve learned a bit about the streets of that village and how ta get to the temple if need be. Though, perhaps the vampyre might know how ta get past the gate in the mountain. Be hard ta tell even what a vampyre be still.
I be doin more star gazing than anything else right now it be enjoyable but…it makes me miss me home.
The way back must be past that gate in the mountain or the lad that be living past it might know ah way home. I have ta try, if not fer me then fer me friends.
Title: Re: A Celtic's Journey
Post by: Syl on July 18, 2014, 11:36:01 AM
(Old Nordic Runes)

Blast it ta hell it be feeling like me head be split in two still after using that fancy paper the other three were rather surprised I was able ta use it. It’s; been difficult to focus since using that thing. I don’t think I should have used it, there was a’ bit of a backlash I think which be why me head hurts. Or I was not ready to use it, I need ah drink, or something, maybe someone with that healing magik would have an idea on how ta help. Quinn might also now. I never thought using one of them fancy papers would do this ta me head. I was just told it causes blasts from the sun in a large area, was told it worked great on vampyres. I received a letter also not shortly after returning to camp, I cannot read it but I recognize the emblem on it, I’ll bring it to cloud to see if he can read it for me.

   I talked ta me good friend Tabitha, the las seems ta be doing a bit better but still has not had the color return to her, her essence being taken…I hope once we find this vampyre we can get her fixed, perhaps a trade for her essence to be returned. If I have to I will offer some of mine for hers to be returned.
Title: Re: A Celtic's Journey
Post by: Syl on July 20, 2014, 01:04:27 AM
[Old Nordic Runes]

A lot has happened lately.... worries raising, loves made, and harsh words spoken.

I have been told much a few nights ago but these are not things worth the pages for it could cause troubles. Mi helped me after a while of walking around the fancy stone village and made me head and back no longer hurt. I'm not sure what she did, after I tried that one pipe things went.. fuzzy I guess and I just fell asleep. after we returned to the camp the next day when I woke another lad pulled her to the side... or she motioned him to follow. I not be to sure I saw me friend Quinn and was talkin ta him about usein them fancy papers. I explained to him what happened last time I used ah.."burst of sun" one of them fancy papers, and he told me to be careful that I be lucky it be all it did was give me ah headache. I do not wish to worry the lad to much and I told him I will be more careful next time when using such fancy papers or better. Mi seems to be finding happiness which is great for her. the las needs it.

The less I know the safer I be....What nerves Tarlin have fer sayin that. I have done much ta help me friends both Tabitha and Mi with their troubles and hard times. still....I worry for them both even with them near me now I had wished Mi would have left them like she was thinking of doing. I'm not sure if she said it as a lie to me or if her mind had changed, I can only hope it was a change of mind

I have heard something happened to Quinn, I hope he is alright. I have to find him if he is hurt, I can help take care of him and I tend to put a smile on his face. or do I worry him more? I don't know he be ah odd lad to read sometimes. But he is a kind soul from what I have seen, though odd sometimes. I didn't find him anywhere in that fancy stone village so I passed out some gold to the beggers as I still looked around. Perhaps the lad is out exploring for once, I hope he will be alright. he has that magik stuff but I'm not sure if he is use to it... the exploring that is.

Much on my mind now and I hope it all works out well in the end.
Title: Re: A Celtic's Journey
Post by: Syl on July 21, 2014, 11:44:44 AM
(Old Nordic Runes)

It is difficult to be joyful when I am put around one that just enjoys butchering things. He doesn’t kill he just butchers, Izen….probably the first person I have seen since arriving here that cares more about items and gold than anyone else. He is nothing but a monster, makes me so mad when he will just watch others die.  I woke again from the nightmare, but it continued past the fall into the chasm.

Lightning flashed as I saw the figure coming out from under the bodies holding up a crossbow pulling the trigger as it uttered.


???: Murderer…

With the bolt piercing my chest I fell into the chasm, it was cold I felt myself fall as I thought what I did to deserve this. I would never kill anyone, I haven’t killed anyone…so why, I suddenly hit water at the bottom of it and fought to stay afloat. It hurt to move but I thought I saw a torch in the distance and land I could get onto so I swam, the water was thick and it felt like I would never reach it, wave rolling in and crashing down on me pushing me under the water. It hurt even more to swim, my blood seeped more into the water from the bolt in my chest. The water started to become thicker and heavier making it harder to swim.

Finally reaching the land and struggled but pulled myself up and out of the bloody water I looked up as I lay on my back and there was nothing but darkness above me save for the lighting which flashed a crossed the black sky. I looked over after I screamed in pain pulling the bolt out of me chest, the blood in the water began to boil and bubble as bodies floated to the top and drift towards the land I was on. They started to climb onto the land moaning and groaning,”  Monster…Murderer…” they all moaned at me as I ran from them as I came to a side of a wall. I wanted to wake up. Anything to wake up, let this nightmare stop I’m not a murderer I would never kill anyone,

I climbed… they surrounded me and began to climb the wall as well. Nat, Tabitha, Bryn, Quinn…. Somebody help me… Be the light in this nightmare,  I reached the edge of the wall as I tried to climb up I could see most of me friends at just a little bit away but the bodies behind me grabbing my leg and pulling me back down. I screamed for help as I was being pulled back down hanging onto the ledge screaming for help. I woke as my grip started to slip.

Why do I have these nightmares? I don’t like them…I’ll go look for Quinn or Bryn. One of them or both might be able to help me make sense of all this.
Title: Re: A Celtic's Journey
Post by: Syl on July 22, 2014, 10:19:41 AM
(Old Nordic Runes)

I have still had no luck helping me friends with this Vampyre thing. I feel so useless sometimes unable to be there and help them, something happened this time to Mi this time, but both her and Tabitha were there Blast it ta hell why can I not be of help to them!? I’m always away when things seem to happen to them.  I helped Mi make some gold and I gave her some gold and a dream catcher as a gift to help her sleep.  We talked while she readied to rest, she was smoking something and eventually passed out. I moved the las back to the bed and placed her in it, I felt like I was watching over one of me younger siblings, This only was proving more so when she woke and we talked more only to have her cry.

The poor las, I do not know what makes her cry so hard for so long. But I sat there and hummed the same melody I would to me siblings when they were crying. It eventually worked and she calmed down, I do not know how long she has kept that inside her, I told her I would give her and Tabitha both part of me own essence if I could so they could feel better and be happy, but I am not sure if she heard me. She cried for hours as I just sat there holding her as I would one of me sibling, rocking her and singing the words I knew of the poem as best I could. She needed someone badly to be there for her. I’m not a’ lad so I cannot take their place but I be ah friend, and she told me before all this that she was thankful for our friendship. Away from the order, that’s what she needs. A few days or so away from all the things they make her do. Stealing from demons, and other things, a good old camping trip is what she will need. Maybe once all of this is done and this vampyre is dealt with. I be always there fer me friends, no matter the troubles I have to do to help them what more can I do now but hold her while she sleeps in comfort like a mother would a child. Mi…she says she is a monster. Forever repeating the same things day after day and can’t do anything about it, claiming to be damned and asked if people like me were here in these lands to guide the damned.

I do not believe she is damned, she is lost, scared and forced to do things she may not wish to do and longs to be free of it all. I can see it when she looks at the sea, I think she be able to do good even though she thinks she can’t. But you must not lose hope Mi, there always be a chance to be free.

She stirs now still in her sleep after crying, I think I feel sorry for her more, I hardly know anything about Mi but I get the feeling she has been alone in her life for a long time, no mother, no father, ah las should not grow up without her family. I cannot help but think of me family and sibling back home and how I would care for them when they cried, lulling them back to sleep with a soft hum, or be there to protect them from the nightmares. How I be missing them with each passing night. I’m unsure how long I have been gone for them, I pray to the gods and forefathers that they be watched over. I pray to me forefathers ta watch over me friends in this dark place. There is not much I can do when I am away but I will be there for them when I am around.  For now I will let Mi continue to sleep, the only thing I can do right now is sing the poem again as the night drifts on.

"Upon the hearth the fire is red,
Beneath the roof there is a bed;
But not yet weary are our feet,
Still round the corner we may meet
A sudden tree or standing stone
That none have seen but we alone.

Tree and flower and leaf and grass,
Let them pass! Let them pass!
Hill and water under sky,
Pass them by! Pass them by!

Still round the corner there may wait
A new road or a secret gate,
And though we pass them by today,
Tomorrow we may come this way
And take the hidden paths that run
Towards the Moon or to the Sun.

Apple, thorn, and nut and sloe,
Let them go! Let them go!
Sand and stone and pool and dell,
Fare you well! Fare you well!

Home is behind, the world ahead,
And there are many paths to tread
Through shadows to the edge of night,
Until the stars are all alight.
Then world behind and home ahead,
We'll wander back to home and bed.

Mist and twilight, cloud and shade,
Away shall fade! Away shall fade!
Fire and lamp, and meat and bread,
And then to bed! And then to bed!"


For now i think i will go look around the village and look for answers Watch over them forefathers. And over me as i explore the village to help my friends.
Title: Re: A Celtic's Journey
Post by: Syl on July 23, 2014, 12:13:30 PM
(Old Nordic Runes)

Returning from the fancy stone village to the camp and found me friends. I have asked a few who be working at the theater if they be seein Quinn. No one has, the lad..Zid something rather difficult to say name say he be on a “personal holiday” whatever that be, Rith said she hasn’t seen Quinn either, I am beginning to worry for the lad and I hope he be alright, I’ll start looking for him more should he not show up soon.

While I be worried fer Quinn I am more worried fer me great friend Mi. what turned into a simple talk about helpin her understand if the fancy papers could be useful turned into her growing anxious and then told us what she sees and burst into tears. I moved over and held her as I did me siblings back home, patting her back as she cried the others kept asking her questions, I told them to stop and let her calm down first but she answered them. As the day went by we continued to talk, we spoke of the vampyre and how we will fix both Mi and Tabitha. Cloud was helpful and seemed to understand a bit of what be going on. The more I see Mi like this the more I feel sorry for her, claiming she no longer has the strength, nor the courage for things because of the vampyre. I know she is strong and she can be brave, it takes courage to face vampyers from what I have heard. I still patted her back as dusk began to fall we all laid back in the grass and looked up at the stars. Tatyana thought they were eyes of the gods lookin down on us. I told them a little bit about some of the figures from back home. Cloud mentioned a few names for each one. Mi said she had a story about a moon lord and sun queen from where she be from. I enjoy stories, listening to her talk about how there be ah sun and moon. How they had children but the lord feared his children and one of them told him that the others conspired against him and so he ate them, all but one. The lad was hidden away and raised by dragon and given ah sword to fight the lord. Cutting the lord open he let free his siblings save for the first one that was eaten who died for being in the longest. The others fell forming the ten kingdoms of her world and how the one that turned in the others to their father fell farthest away from the others, deep into the earth forming the shadow world, and the underworld. The queen wept and the lord cursed saying the queen will not have a moments rest. He will chase her forever throughout the sky.  It was a nice story as I imagined it all as we looked up at the stars. Cloud said that the sun be a star. Is that possible seems a wee bit big ta be a star.

Tat left us to go rest as I watch her Mi, we talked about going somewhere and so I had to change me clothes and go inta the ones Nat got me still having difficulty walkin in them odd boots with a tiny spike like thing on the back of em makein me walk on me toes. Mi and Cloud just looked at me shocked that I was in em. Washin me kilt and other cloths of the smudged make up from Mi, I went to get back up when ah gust of wind came and blew me off balance makin me fall inta the water at camp. Cloud playing with that magik stuff, I bet the lad thought it be funny. It must have been him since when we finally got out after I pulled him in me spare cloths be practically see through, must have been him and that magik, I can’t be toi mad at him I’m told magik can be unpredictable before, as I covered myself with me shadow cat fur Mi helped me get into some spare leathers she had, Trousers again…. Bloody hell I hate them, she was staring at me for a while and then looked toward cloud making sure he wouldn’t try and sneak a peek. It be rude ta look at ah las naked that not be yers you know?

Mi started to seem a bit more, off holding her head saying it’s too much. She asked if I still had the pipe of hers and if I planned on giving it back. I asked her which one it was and she snapped at first saying anyone only to apologize and say it in a normal tone. I handed it to her as she then prepared her things
filling the pipe and taking a deep breath of the smoke only to pass out on the ground not long after. Cloud frowned seeming to know something I didn’t as lifted Mi’s head placing it on me lap making sure she didn’t hit her head too hard on the ground, I took the pipe from Mi and knocked out the rest of the content in the pipe into the ashes of the fire. Opieom? Or… something like that addictive? Cloud went on to explain that its bad to take the stuff, that it may be part of the reason fer weakening Mi’s will against the vampyre. After Cloud and I talked he said he will get me those fancy papers so long as I keep her off the stuff. She still stirs a bit and holds my forearm as I sit here and write in me journal. I’m unsure of how bad the stuff is. Cloud says its bad and he sounded very seriously. What am I to do with you Mi. you’re like a child in a way still to me, lost in this hectic dark world thinking there is no light in the world at all. Do not lose hope Mi, I’m still here and as long as I am still here I will do my best to show ye the light that can be found. Perhaps it would be wise to take you on a camping trip, away from the knights and their order for a few days.

You smiled as you woke again while I hummed a soft lullaby, saying you could get use to this. And asked me to stay when I said I could leave you if ye liked. We talked more about me home land, about the other las’s that be there. I cannot say that they are like me, Kind hearted yes before I was taken. But now I am unsure since I do not know how long I have been away, or how long time has passed there.  We talked of love and how it is like them pistols and how it can backfire. Yes love can cause pain, I have seen it in Nat more than anyone else. The las has had trouble with lads leaving her or being unfaithful. I miss Bryn as I sit here and write now as you still sleep Mi, looking up upon them as we talked still until ye fell asleep again. I am here Mi, we will get you and Tabitha fixed. If I meet the vampyre I will see about a trade and have ye two returned to normal at the cost of my own essence. I can only pray to the gods and me forefathers that this will finish soon and things can go back to normal. Just be strong Mi, Know that your loving friend is always here for ye. I will always be here for ye
Title: Re: A Celtic's Journey
Post by: Syl on July 24, 2014, 12:13:37 PM
(Old Nordic Runes)

The last few days and nights have been a blur it seems, we all talked at camp for a bit but then Mi Rith and I headed ta that fancy stone village for a backup plan. I hope Cloud can get me them fancy papers to help with the mind I left to go do a wee bit of walkin and get me gold from the bank thing. I found Mi seeming lost when walkin around the village. I can’t blame the las fer getting lost here, I know I still do. She asked where that one inn was near the sea so we found our way there thanks to the wooden sculpture out front of it we got a room and talked while she smoked opening the window and letting the smell of the sea come in.

We talked for a long time inta the night and she asked if I could sing ta her again. I don’t mind singin Mi, I not be the best of singers but I did sing for her as she slept. She was cold to the touch, I not be sure if she was actually cold or if it be from that vampyre. But I did me best ta keep ye warm, the sound of the waves, and me hummin eventually lulled myself to sleep as well.

She said there be no lads in this world like me da, saying they only wish fer one thing, can this be true here? Here she may be right. But I know lads be different back home.

We talked more as the day went on and had some food, its nice ta see Mi smile for once, I get so concerned fer Mi as well as me other friends. The las be worried about her ties with that flower order, there should be ah way ta get her out of them or away. There be other troubles that worry her, all revolving around Tarlin’s people. We’ll find someone ta help, she knows I cannot kill anyone and that I haven’t and it makes her happy ta know that. She says I pure and that I shouldn’t let the world get ta me, ta stay pure. To let her be me shadow in the world here and let me still be the light.

Mi said that…. she would pull down…It doesn’t matter what the las said, I understood very well. We will be heading back ta camp soon. I will speak with Tarlin, I have a request fer the lad and can only hope he will accept it. I think it will do Mi well,

Sitting here in the fancy village not far from Quinn’s theater I cannot help but feel nerves fer the lad. He has been gone fer days now and no one has seen him, where did ye go Quinn? Does this have ta do with our last trip ta that sandy place and how ye were actin? Please be safe till I find ye Quinn, yer ah great friend and I be concerned fer ye, ya seem ta not be out very often and so I don’t know how well ye will handle exploring and adventures.

I will need ta finish some of me maps again, they get damaged from some of the exploring before I can finish them. Perhaps Hazland will be the one I start this time, it be away from the world in a way. And I like that, the forest be nice and reminds me of home. the wind blowing and the sound of bird….Home, I pray I find ah way back, But do I wish that now?

‘You brought the light.” The words keep repeating in me head even as I write, I do not wish ta change everything for I know somethings be impossible ta change. But I can still help others when they need it. Even if it only be ta make their day better…what does it take to keep evil and darkness at bay I wonder sometimes.

" Some believes it is only great power that can hold evil in check, but that is not what I have found. I've found it is the small everyday deeds of ordinary folk that keep the darkness at bay... small acts of kindness, and love."
Title: Re: A Celtic's Journey
Post by: Syl on July 25, 2014, 11:18:00 AM
(Old Nordic Runes)

Another nightmare, I had me dream again I was back ta climbin the wall to get away from the dead that be filled with bolts groaning and hissing at me. They grabbed me legs as I reached the top and started pullin me down, screamin fer help as me grip was slippin on the rocks, but still no one came and I fell down again I fell until I hit the ground below and they swarmed me. clawin, and bitin, at me as they continued ta pile on me, stabbing me with jagged rocks from below the blood water behind us it hurt. I wanted it ta stop but it wouldn’t, the ground quaked and trembled causing the bodies to stop and just stand around me, the ground then cracked below us and black thick liquid oozed out of the cracks the world is taking me. the killings here are affecting me, am I going to be like them in this world now? The liquid began to slowly engulf me. I don’t want ta be like them I still wish ta be me. Voices began to echo around me.

Thissel: “As long as you stay true to your heart you will still be yourself.”

Thomas: “You’re a kind woman, do not let the words of him or others tell you otherwise.”

??? “There will always be darkness in the world, do not let it change you, for you know you’re not ah killer or a monster.”

Mi: “You’re pure Mon.”

It became difficult to breathe as the liquid came over me chest and it continues to engulf me and then there was a light above me as the voices continued. Reaching for it thinking it was the last bit of light in this hell of a dream; I suddenly felt something take me hand and pulled me out of the liquid, there I stood now back on the ledge where I fell, I could see the black liquid below and as I looked ahead me friends be there smiling at me. It was their voices I heard, I looked ta see what pulled me out and they were holding some part of me arm and hand. And all I could do was smile at them. Because of them my will is strong, because of them I will not fall and become ah killer.

*looks over at Mi as she sleeps watching her smiling at her before she resumes writing*

One day, that be all Cloud given me ta try and make Mi stop seein the vampyre, she is worse the closer she be ta that village. I can see it drainin’ her, she looked much worse than last time I saw las. Not even Tabitha looked like this. The vampyre just be usin Mi and yet she does not listen to the others. All I can do is be there fer her. She said she hear me singin, even when she be in the village and he controls her. Hold onto that Mi, do not let him take ye and drain ye dry. I do not wish ta lose me friends and those I love here. Me friends, I be placed in a tough spot with this Vampyre thing will Nat shun me fer me kindness and tryin ta help Mi? I think Cloud understands.

I don’t know what ta do, gods, forefathers, mother, anybody if ye can hear me prayers I need yer help. Help me take care of Mi, let her mind become strong and fight back the vampyre that be controlling her. Let her be free of his control and regain her strength. Take it from me if ye must, just don’t let me friend suffer anymore.
Title: Re: A Celtic's Journey
Post by: Syl on July 28, 2014, 11:32:06 AM
(Old Nordic Runes)

Why is this happening?

I took Mi out for a bit and showed her a place she might like and help get away from it all. The flower order, the vampyre, the woods be a great place to get away from things, she was shaken by what she did ta a lad albert that loved her. I am not sure what the lad’s intent was but it seemed he would not take the hint that they were not meant ta be and kept pushin fer it forcing her hand. I took her to a small pond and cleaned her up as she talked, cleaning the blood off her hands and the mud from her hair I listened as she spoke of the things that be botherin her. In it all I can hear it in her voice she wishes for freedom. Away from it all, the vampyre, the order, those that wish ta do harm ta her. Eventually Mi calmed down and next thing I knew I was pulled into the water with all me gear rather glad I be knowin how ta swim. But I splashed her back in retaliation for it and laughed causing her ta laugh. I feel this is what she truly needs to smile and be happy, all I could do for Mi is be there for her and care for her. She is a very dear friend and someone that be lost in this world with very little light ta hold onto. I’ll be that light, I will be her mother, her sister, I will try and help her that the world not be so bad. I’ll take her with me once I find a way out of here. We will take our friends with us so we all can get away from this hell or a nightmare.


This was three days ago now and she be locked in a room, trying ta get her off the stuff she smoked it pains me to see her like this. Seeing her as such in the pain the screaming the yelling. Mi come back please you are stronger then this you know ye are. I know ye are, think of the songs the happy memories I will do what I can ta make ye not suffer as much. Mi told me about her past that she be ah murderer, I told her that she doesn’t have ta be, that no longer be her. I cleaned the vomit from her face and arms she looks to be in pain and all I can do fer her is be there for her and take care of her. I do not care if Tarlin shows up I will not let me friend suffer more than needs be. I rather Mi not have ta suffer at all.

Tarlin….

Nat and Thomas helped me get some papers for Mi, I know Nat not be happy with Mi but I think she knows that Mi not be herself right now. I took most the gold I did have from that bank thing and gave it to nat to buy the papers I needed. I did not get much but I can only pray they help Mi.

Forefathers, please watch over her. Let her sleep peacefully tonight; do not let the voices haunt her dreams or mind let her dream sweet dreams of freedom and joy. Let her wake knowing that her suffering is almost over. Be at peace tonight Mi, I will return again I promise.


I will need ta ask more questions on other matters, Quinn or Cloud might know also…

Quinn, where are ye. I have not seen ye in many nights now and no one knows where ye went.  Where are ye and what happened that caused ye ta vanish. Please be safe where every ye are Quinn, I only wish ye were here ta help me with my questions I have. My only hope now be Cloud fer the questions I need help with.


Once this be all done and Mi be better, I wish ta take her some where she may truly love. Deep in the forest away from it all, another camping trip from the troubles. I think Mi will like that. I’m sure she will.

*Monica looks over at Mi tied to the bed as she sighs softly, closing her book and mummers a soft prayer in gaelic as she kisses her forhead and heads off as the sun raises as she opens the door and looks back at her and smiles watching her sleep*

I’ll return, I promise.
Title: Re: A Celtic's Journey
Post by: Syl on July 29, 2014, 12:14:27 PM
*Monica lies in the vistani tent staring at the top of it as tear still fall down her face until she eventually drifts into a hellish nightmare only to wake up screaming a name that could be heard from outside the tent and eventually cry throughout the night grabbing her journal and begins to write*

(Old Nordic Runes)

It’s all me fault.

I dreamed of ye, I wish it was a sweet dream but it was a nightmare. I saw you in the distance and i ran for ye callin out yer name, but it was like i made no progress, I ran as hard as i could screaming your name. the world changed and i was runnin through the roads of that fancy village i was infront of the hotel thing and i hurried inside and up ot the room and there ye were on the bed where i left ye, i walked over ta ye ta wake ye but just before i touched ye; ya vanished and all around me all i could hear was twisted laughter as i screamed for yer name only to wake up.

It can’t do it, I can’t sleep I see her in my dreams, I see the destroyed room, the blood on the floor, the bindings cut. Why; why didn’t I stay? Why did I leave you that night. Its my fault your gone I was there and I kept you happy and made you safe. I made you smile and I made you laugh. And now you vanished, I’ve searched the city franticly for what felt like forever. Other came to help and the actress.. Millie? I think that was the las’s name said she knew where ta find you… Oh why didn’t I follow? Why did I think you would be back in the room?

I saw Tabitha and the others back at camp, I didn’t sleep the night and I braved the dangerous parts of the city, searching for you. I did me best ta not cry but it was no use I broke down in Nat’s arms It hurt. Me heart hurt for not being able to find ye, the old black dragon leader came and hit me on the head lightly, but I wasn’t in the mood ta listen ta her words. I..I lost control of meself I was mad suddenly I needed something ta take it out on. And she became it, me frustration fer not being able ta find ye. ME anger fer being called weak and not able ta protect ye or me friends. I’m tired of it all, I be tired of hearin people say ye have ta kill ta survive in this world. I...tackled her in rage and punched at her, I didn’t care if I be in the camp.  It hurts, and she wasn’t helpin me or understandin me pain. They think the vampyre took ye. But the room doesn’t look like it… Gods why didn’t I just stay with ye? I have never felt so alone even near me friends as they helped me. but I followed them thinking we might find ye, It was raining back at the village down pouring hard but I didn’t care. I let the rain mask me tears as I simply followed them, I cling to hope that we find ye but the more we walked in the village the more I felt alone. It’s funny, how I was thinking ye might just walk out of me shadow and just hug me saying you were there the whole time and didn’t mean ta make me worry.  As we left fer the night we passed the bridge again, I stopped and looked down at the water below.  What if someone killed ye? I should have stayed ta protect ye, would going down into the water make me feel better? A chance to see you again, If I walked into the fog will I find ye again?

This is Tarlin’s fault… all of this is his fault, he be the one that locked ye in that room. HE BE THE ONE
THAT NOT LET ANYONE SEE YE! HE KNOWS NOTHIN OF THE PAIN YE WERE GOIN THROUGH!! Tabitha says I should hold onta hope. I do not think she knows how hard I be clinging onta it, ta see ye again, ta hold ye in my arms and make yer pain go away. She said I gave ye the will ta fight and that ye still be fightin. I pray this be true.

Gods, forefathers; Bring her back ta me, I know her world be all broken, but let me piece her back tagether. Let me still be her light in this darkened world. I…I do not care if it be wrong fer us ta be with each other, She needs me and I be needin her now. So I pray ta ye bring her back ta me, guide her through the dark and let her find me I’ll pay the price fer whatever it be, I wish ta be with her…
                                I love her. Mi.. please come back ta me I'll find ye I will look everywhere fer ye. and once i find ye, i wont lose ye again. I'll take care of ye. I promise

*closing her journal as she then removes a shortbow from a pack and holds it close and just sobs*
Title: Re: A Celtic's Journey
Post by: Syl on July 30, 2014, 10:37:56 AM
*Beaten and exhausted dry blood in her hair monica sits there at the edge of a pond in the mist camp looking over a newly drawn picture struggling to stay awake she eventually passes out clutching the picture and bow close to her as she begins to toss and turn in her sleep until she wakes up screaming and breathing heavily only to hold her bandaged head*

(Old Nordic Runes)

Another nightmare, and ye weren’t there ta hold me. I do not blame ye fer it, I am still searching for ye no matter the cost. I’ll find ye Mi we’ll be together again. But the dream; I can still see it all in my mind fresh as if she still be standing there with the goblet in hand.

I was standing in forest where we spent most our time the last few days, together before ye were locked away.  We were talkin and laughing and enjoyin the sound and smells of the forest, but you vanished again and I was alone. The trees and plants began to die around me as everything turned to harden sand, as it cracked in multiple places the water dried from it. I called out for you and there was a response. But it was not yer voice, I looked around but there was no one there. A voice came from behind me;

???: So what are ye goin ta do las’?

I looked around for where the voice might be coming from and the voice just chuckled. I eventually looked down to see me shadow, but there was something off about it. It slowly began to twist and turn as, as it took form raising up and staring back at me with its darker green eyes. It looked like me exactly like me but everything seemed darker about her her cloths matched mine but were a darker shade.

Shadow: So what are ye goin ta do las’?

It asked the same question again.

Monica: I…I don’t know I ‘ave ta find ‘er!

Shadow: And how are ye goin’ ta do that? Ye don’t even know w’ere she be.

Monica: Shut up I’ll find ‘er! I..I just need a’ an idea of w’ere ta look.

Shadow: But ye already ‘ave one, two in fact.

Before I could even stop and think the words escaped my lips slowly;

Monica: Mille, Borgan Antonescu

I shook me head.

Monica: But I don’t know if they even ‘ave ‘er!

The sand and dust swirled around us as a mirror formed near the shadow me.

Shadow: and what if they do? What if they be torturin’ ‘er.

Monica: YER LYIN’! SHE RAN AWAY SCARED AND I JUST ‘AVE TA FIND ‘ER!!

The shadow me dragged her fingers across the smooth mirror as I looked at it, the mirror began to ripple as if it was water and the image changed. I saw ye, I saw ye in pain, scared and alone, I tried ta call out ta ye and reach for ye through the mirror but just as quickly as the imaged changed of ye, it faded and there we both stood in the mirror back in our forest away from the world and the troubles.

Shadow: Ye want this don’t ye? Ta make the las’ ‘appy?

I nodded as I just touched the mirror

Shadow: This place be cruel and cold, ‘ow do ye think ye will survive ‘ere? Ye are strong aye, not physically but ye ‘ave ot’er strengt’s, but it be the will ye lack. The will ta do what it takes ta protect ‘er…to protect yer friends.

Monica: ye shouldn’t ‘ave ta kill someone ta survive anyw’ere unless ye truly ‘ave ta. Takin’ a’ life be wrong! I..I don’t know if I could do it anyways.

I turned to look at me shadow me as I still kept my hand on the mirror… I just wanted ta be with ye again and see yer smile wishing I could just jump into the mirror and be with ye. My shadow drew a goblet as she cut her wrist and let thick black blood pour into the goblet, her cut healed not long after the goblet was full as she just held it out ta me.

Shadow: Drink it, just one sip and the rest will take care of itself.  

I hesitated as I reached for the goblet, me heart racing as I stood there holding it. I looked back to the mirror in hopes to see ye again but there was another shadow. And then another, four of them one at each side of me all tellin me ta drink it. Me hands shacked with fear I don’t want ta lose ye, but I don’t know what drinkin’ this will do ta me.

I woke up before I could even lift the goblet. Oh gods what is going on with me was it real or was it just me in ah nightmare all I can do is cling ta yer bow and picture and pray fer ye ta come back ta me.

Forefathers, gods, Watch over my Mi. she is lost and alone where ever she be. Ease her pain and sufferin. Transfer it ta me if ye must. I’ll endure the pain fer her. I still believe in her, let her know that I am lookin for her and comfort her with me memories. And; Make those that cause her pain feel it in return.

                              "The closer you get to the light, the greater your shadow becomes"
Title: Re: A Celtic's Journey
Post by: Syl on July 31, 2014, 12:02:30 PM
(Old Nordic Runes)

Mi…Please come back ta me…

I was taken care of today, I’ve been looking around fer ye that I didn’t care fer me own injuries. For what if ye were hurt more than me then me wounds would seem like nothin? I have ta keep lookin fer ye but others won’t let me. They say I should rest ah bit what if ye were okay and find out I got hurt so bad how it would make ye feel, a lad named Hare helped me inta the tent. He looked at me head and asked why I looked this way. I explained ta the lad that I have been lookin fer ye as well as me friend Quinn. We talked fer ah bit as I explained how worried I was about me friends. How worried I was about ye vanishin and how I was attacked in the fancy village which caused me ta have these wounds. The lad asked ta see me head and began ta clean it and then asked if I be alright with something called stitches.. lad said it would help with the wound. It hurt so much all I could do is clentch me teeth and scream inta me cloak as I wadded it up but I eventually calmed down and thanked the lad.

Hare wanted me ta rest after he mended me head but I was afraid of the dream again… I didn’t want to see the shadow, I don’t want ta be alone with it again. Please Mi come back; Hare ended up usin some magik stuff and me mind went clear as I fell asleep. I think I heard the lad said he has seen Quinn it became difficult ta hear as it seems me body just gave inta its weariness. I dreamed of ye, we were both back in the forest again it seemed ta be just before the first snow fall as it talked and stayed close ta each other looking up at the stars. We talked of our feelins, we talked of our love, our future. And ye were healthy again, there was no flower order or vampyre, Just us and the stars. I didn’t want it to end I clung to ye as ye smiled to me sayin everythin will be alright and it was your turn to lull us both ta sleep as ye started singing one of me songs and I joined in later. I didn’t want me dream ta end, but I could feel it trying ta sleep away as I started ta wake, No. let me hold her in me dreams a little longer, let me feel comfort let me stay here. I fought ta stay asleep as long as I could, but it was no use the world slowly began to fade away around me as ye began ta fade away. But not before ye kissed me forehead sayin we’ll be tagether again soon.

I woke as me eyes watered as I wanted ta cry, but Thomas was there and I don’t wish ta have anyone else see me ah mess he talked briefly but the lad looked tired, I told him ta rest that I won’t be going anywhere I eventually just grabbed ah pillow and cried into it to muffle me cry so Thomas wouldn’t wake. I cried until I hear Thomas stir and wake and then I just closed me eyes pretendin ta sleep until he left. I cried some more, not just because of the joyful dream only ta wake and ye not be here. But because I can’t move right now me body be beaten and sore. But I can’t give up on findin ye, I won’t give up. I’ll walk to the end of the world ta find ye.

I eventually calmed down and forced meself up and headed out of the tent and looked around some. Thomas came up ta me again and offer support so I not be standin on me bad leg, Tabitha was there, the las has her color back, she said the vampyre be put ta rest. That means yer health will return also, I can see it now ye smiling and looking healthy again, but me thoughts were cut short when Taty came up and said she got a clue ta findin ye. We followed her but Tabitha seemed ta take ah wagon elsewhere, I hope the las be alright. Taty, she and I talked in camp in quiet as she explained that Milie know where ye be. I asked how she knows and she explained, She explained how she saw Millie actin odd and asked her if she has seen Mi. at first Millie said no and hurried inta the woods of that grey city. Taty followed her and then said that she be tryin ta help Mi and that’s when she said Mi snapped she said. “Yer way can’t help her. Only my way can help her.” She knows…She knows where ye be I...I told others and the masked girl said I should get Millie and….and do things that I normally wouldn’t do.

Gods why….

Me mind swarmed with emotions after hearin it, I should have followed her that night. It is me fault, its all me fault I could have kept ye safe and now she knows where ye be. An image of the goblet full of black liquid flashed in my mind briefly as I could hear her in me head offering it. But I needed ta think, Sudhri cloud and taty then held me down and cleaned out me leg wound. Gods it hurt so badly but I clamped down on the stick and endured it, I’ll endure all that I must ta find ye Mi. I will walk through yer shadow world and me ‘ell and back just ta bring ye back. I would do so fer any of me friends. But yer are more then that ta me.

After me leg was mended and cleaned I made me way back ta Thomas and we talked. He said he failed them Tabitha and some other folks, how he was feared by the sight of ah lad bein ripped apart by worgs. I frowned at the thought and shuddered. He asked what use is he if he be afraid of somethin? I told the lad that he be of more help then I be ta most me friends. They know I don’t like the idea of killin people how I think that be why they don’t bring me, ta shield me from it. So all I can be is be there fer me friends and try and make their day better.

Me thoughts went back ta ye as we spoke of Nat and I asked Thomas if he had feelins fer her. I think the lad does care fer her and has feelins but be nerves ta share em with her. I can’t blame him. I know the feelin how hard it be ta tell someone ye carefer em and love em.  I wanted ta find ye I tried ta stand but me leg was still sore even after the healin, and then I broke down and cried, I explained ta those around me about Millie and that the las must know where ye be. One lad said he would have his people look into it and help me find ye but that I would owe the lad one. I don’t care, I’ll pay whatever the price be ta have ye back safe in me arms. Away from the Order; I don’t know what happened but everything went black. I must have passed out, for I woke in the tent. But not before I saw her again.

Me shadow and the mirror…

The mirror rippled as I approached it and I saw ye on the other side ye were with me again placing me hand on the mirror the me in the mirror turned and looked right at me and smiled, I heard me shadows voice again behind me. it’s always odd ta hear it speak, it sounds like echo and hazy as well difficult ta grasp but I can hear it clearly.

Shadow: So…ye goin’ ta drink it yet?

I turned to see her sitting in a chair this time the goblet resting next to her right and a second mirror ta her left.

Monica: But I’m afraid.

Shadow: Of course ye are las’ it be understandable, They say they understand yer feelin’ of not killin’ someone. But do they? They do not know ye as well as I, I can see the pain inside ye deep down. I can feel yer anger boilin’, especially after learning that this las’ knows where our Mi is.

The second mirror rippled again like water as the image of Millie formed in it, me hands clentched in rage as I saw her standing there.


Shadow: Millie, she also goes by Millicent, ye know what has ta be done ta find out where Mi be.

Monica: But…but I don’t know if I can.

Shadow: YE MUST!! ‘OW ELSE YE GOIN’ TA FIND MI!

I dropped to me hands and knees as my shadow grabs the goblet and placed it in front of me.

Shadow: Drink it, the rest will take care of itself.

Looking up at the mirror of Millie and then down to the cup I thought to meself. Would I come back? Would drinkin this cause me ta forever change? Me heart pounded as I just stared at the goblet, me shadow grabbed the goblet and me hair and tried ta force me ta take it.

Shadow: DRINK IT!!

I woke just before the liquid could even touch me lips me heart racin as I saw a dream catcher tied ta me staff and propped up, Why didn’t it work. Wasn’t that ah dream? All I could do is remove the picture of ye and look at it thinking of ye and praying ta me forefathers that ye be strong where ever ye are. I’ll find ye, even if; even if I have ta drink the black liquid. But I’m scared ta do it Mi, fergive me fer not taking it Mi…

Please be safe where ever ye are. We’ll be tagether again I promise.
Title: Re: A Celtic's Journey
Post by: Syl on August 01, 2014, 10:02:13 AM
(Old Nordic Runes)

I feel so alone.

This how I felt, I went with Nat and Thomas into the fog and look for ye; even with me friends I felt alone, I do not know if they understand my feeling I looked over all the bodies we found making sure none were ye and they were not which brought me joy but it faded for ye must have been farther in.


As we walked I merely shot my crossbow at the things ta keep em alives, I thought I could hear your voice in the mist. See the outline of your figure in the fog, I truly felt lost and alone. My feelins fer ye have never faded but me friends; they helped me but they said I cannot do it all, But I have to try I have to what if I stopped lookin and ye were ta die. It would have been me fault that I stopped lookin fer ye.

I could hear yer voice following me in the mist, your laughter it was all there but ye weren’t. we left the fog ending up in the fancy village and headed back ta camp. I moved to my tree as I looked at the other, more came and they were all laughing and hugging. And I’m here alone gods I miss ye Mi, I miss ye so much my love.


Ah las was standing near me and she asked what was troubling me? I explained ta her that I feel alone even with me friends. I explained my fear of losin Quinn. Of losin ye, my fear that I be alone because I’m so different then everyone else because I do not kill people. She told me its admirable of me ta put me friends first before me, that I do not wish ta kill anyone. That I haven’t killed anyone, I do not know why I opened ta the las. I think it be because I needed someone ta talk ta, someone that would listen and understand me fears. I told the las of me thoughts and what happens in me head when I sleep. Of how me shadow comes up and stands before me. but her words, they comforted me. she said this all be ah test, she left shortly after we finished our talk as I asked her how she knew me name. She said we have met, But I don’t remember meetin her. Perhaps she is right and I just can’t remember right now.

I felt alone, but I have me friends they are what give me strength. I hold ye in me heart and I know we will see each other again, I felt alone.. but I not be alone I have more friends than I can count and each care fer me.  I have met so many here in this world, I will continue to make friends, I will find ye Mi, I promise, No matter how ye are no matter if ye think yer ah monster. I will not let ye go, I have me courage back I will face my darkness I will be yer light in the world once I find ye, I will be yer shield ta keep ye safe from the harm as best I can. Fer ye were alone, but I swear ye will no longer be. Just hold on a little longer Mi. I’m coming fer ye. Just hold on me love hold tight to me thoughts and me songs, We will be together ferever I promise no mater how dark ye think it be, I will be there ta light yer way
Title: Re: A Celtic's Journey
Post by: Syl on August 02, 2014, 10:32:11 AM
(Old Nordic Runes)


Oh gods what have I done, I swear Mi I didn't know. It was so dark in there, But I found ye. Don't be mad at me please;

*monica rests her head against the wall looking at Mi as she grabs her journal from the desk*

What did they do ta ye, ye don't want me ta imagine but I can't help it. Why don't ye believe me that I still love ye, I can make ye happy I can make ye smile. Don't let their darkness block me out and keep me away from ye, we can still be together I know we can Just give it some effort for me. Ye want me ta say yer dead ta everyone, I...I'll lie ta me friends if it means ta keep ye alive and still be with me. Please Mi let me help heal yer wounds, let us be together still ang get away from this world. Away from Antonescu, Away from everyone that caused ye harm. Ye can still be saved we can still be together in the end. Please, Don't give up on me yet, I haven't given up on ye.

Ye have told me many things as we got out, ye call yerself a monster, ye say I only pitty ye and feel sorry for ye. Aye...I feel sorry, Sorry that I did not find ye sooner; Sorry that I left ye in that hotel room. But we're together again, and I wont let ye go this time. I wont lose ye again ta the darkness of this world. I wish I could make ye see what I see in ye.

*Monica closes her journal and sets it back over onto the desk as she looks down at her love and lays back down holding her and whispers a soft prayer*

Monica: Gods...I pray ta ye, take away 'er pain, take away 'er sorrow and suffering, Give what is mine ta 'er, Let 'er see I still love 'er and wish ta make 'er 'appy. Please I will take her scars if I must, I will carry her sins if I 'ave ta. Let 'er pass over w'en its time to a place that will make 'er 'appy, let 'er go ta the 'alls of 'er forefat'ers... Please, I'll take the darkness from 'er if I must before she dies. I'll take 'er place in 'er 'ell if I 'ave ta. Just let 'er be 'appy.

* Monica slowly drifs back into sleep holding her love close not wanting to let her go*
Title: Re: A Celtic's Journey
Post by: Syl on August 04, 2014, 12:08:52 PM
(Old Nordic Runes)

A new home…old friends... and a rough road ahead

I am glad we are out of there we have our place now, I have brought ye masks. I know ye do not wish me ta see yer face and ye always tell me ta hold onta the memory of how ye were, of how ye looked. But how ye look does not matter ta me. I only wish ta make ye happy.

The night he wished me ta let ye out ta open the door and leave. The words ye said at me, they were hurtful and pained me so. Ye kept saying Mi died in the hotel room and all ye be is ah monster now, I don’t believe it but yer words were hurtin me more that and dagger or blade ever could. I decided ta risk it all, If Mi died in the hotel room than I will die in this room we now share. I was scared, I removed one of me bold and stuck it at the ground at yer feet ye looked like ye would do it. But I hoped ye wouldn’t and I was right, Or I was lucky but ye came back. Ye realized that he was wrong, that pain does not make ye stronger than ye already are. Ye came back ta me and it be my turn ta take care of ye. Ye are still my love and my joy and I be yers. It is time fer me ta lie to me friends though, me second lie to em, ta hide ye from em all ta keep ye safe as ye keep me safe. Our road will be rough ahead of us, but we will get through it together.

On another matter I have spoken with hare as the lad helped me and comforted me as at first I faked my tears but they soon became real as we talked and I mentioned the shadow me in me head. The one that wants me ta drink, Her voice I can here at times in me head I can still picture the goblet of black liquid sitting there all fresh in me mind. It’s how I know it not be a dream, and that be why a dream catcher won’t work. Because it not be a dream it be me mind. But I have learned now where ta find him, that he be lost as well tryin ta find his way back. I’ll have ta find him, help him as he helped me. I wont let any more of me friends suffer, I wont let ye suffer anymore either. But before I can I had ta face me shadow in me head again. And I did as we slept my mind drifted into me mental world, of mirror and sand and me shadow.

It was difficult, very difficult. There were more mirrors this time all surrounding me I could hear her giggle and laugh all around me I couldn’t see her but I could hear her still.

Shadow: Back again? Ye ready to just drink yet?

“NO I’m ‘ere ta tell ye ta go away...that I don’t need ye!”

Shadow: Don’t need me? well I think that’s a bit much, ye know I’ve always been t’ere aye?

“NO YE WEREN’T!”

Shadow: O’ but I was las’ of course ye never needed me back ‘ome, we never ‘ad ta worry about someone killin’ us. Someone ‘urtin the ones we love. No one did this.

The mirror infront of me rippled as I saw me being thrown inta the cell with ye that day, that horrible dark cell. It changed ta her face and the damages they have done ta ye.

Shadow: ‘ere ye need me and ye know it. LOOK AT THE DAMAGE THEY DID TA ‘ER!!!  

My head was suddenly shoved onto the mirror causing it to shatter and cut me face open as my shadow finally came out into sight her hand on the back of me head as I could feel her digging her fingers into me head locking the grip.

Shadow: YER WEAK YER THE REASON SHE BE LIKE THIS BECAUSE YE WERE AFRAID OF TARLIN!!

Throwing me onto the ground I looks up and was a mirror standing there with Tarlin in it as I looks back and saw the shadow me. Her eyes held the anger and the pain I’ve held inside, wanting to lash out at those that have wronged me since I have been here in this world.

Shadow: Yer pathetic, ye can’t do anythin’ ‘ere…yer to nice to kind, people will just walk over ye because of it. Ye don’t need me… No las’ ye need me now more than ever, now drink it.

I can feel her hand around me neck as she chocked me in there. Even though it was in me head it all felt so real I wanted ta give in, just to make her stop. But then I heard all me friend’s voices again in me head, and I heard yours as well. All telling me to keep fighting it, how its makes them hopeful and inspire them ta fight theirs.

“Yer wrong…Me friends give me strength I’ve touched their ‘earts and they touched mine. We support each ot’er and that be our strength. I won’t give inta ye now, I’m stronger wit’ em. Now, LEAVE ME ALONE!”

Her grip finally eased up as she let me go

Shadow: Very well, ye don’t wish ta believe me that ye need me las’ very well. If ye think ye can still be ye and get out of ‘ere still bein’ ye go a’ead. But….one false move, one slip, one moment that ye are at yer weakest and ye will see… ye will be back ‘ere askin’ fer the goblet.

She left and moved to her chair and sat down and just looked at me sitting there with a smirk on her face as if she knows I’ll be back in the end, that it be inevitable. Because we both knew she will always be there.

Shadow: Before ye leave I am curious, ‘ow far ye willin’ ta go fer ‘er? Fer any of em?

Me head still hurts even though I won that round but her voice is still there whispering in me head. Her question….”How far will ye go..” The one question I never asked meself out of fear even though I know the answer.

*looking over at Mi as she writes in her journal lost in thought by the question before finally writing again*

I would go as far as I have to just to bring ye all back If that means I must engulf meself with the darkness just so I can be their light out away from it all so be it…and fer ye my love…I’m sure ye know the answer to that very question but we are both afraid ta admit it…I would follow ye ta the end of the world. I wish I could help ye get back at those that have harmed ye. But ye will not let me, Be strong Mi…my love, things will get better soon…

*closing her journal and setting it on the table Monica lays back down and mummers a soft gaelic holding her love close*

“Gods please give us the strength ta make it through t’ese dark times. ‘elp me friends and me love find t’eir light. T’eir joy and love let them no longer be trapped in t’eir darkened world. And give me the courage ta face the challenges that may come a’ead.”
Title: Re: A Celtic's Journey
Post by: Syl on August 05, 2014, 09:37:14 AM
(Old Nordic Runes)

I can almost stop lying. It is, difficult for me ta lie to me friends. It is not just the fact that I do not like it. But the memories are fresh still in me mind. The sadness I felt when ye were not found. Oh how low I was, but now Tabitha has found out Tarlin be dead. I could not tell the las I knew for part of me did not wish ta believe it either. So I know how she feels, wanting ta talk to him as I wanted to talk to you. We each had our own ways of coping with it, but it be so hard I would go into the fog just to hear yer voice again. And she goes ta a very dangerous place.

But I can stop that soon the lying fer I will have to calm down knowing that ye are safe with me and ta them ye are at peace. Ye told me ye will be gone fer ah few days and asked if I trusted ye. I trust ye Mi, I trust ye know what yer doin and that we will be safe again.

A trip to perfid, that is where we headed after you left. Me back was already twitching as I rubbed me back out of memory of the last time it was not as bad but the site of bodies still bothers me so… while I was there I could hear the shadow me chuckling at me. She knows the question she asked last time still echoes through my mind as we walked these halls. It was hard for me ta stay focused there even though I knew the answer my love it still be a thoughtful thing for her ta ask.  I, I had ta leave me friends after we faced the warden. The smell and sight of the bodies still makes me sick, but me first paper failed because me furs got in the way. So I had ta use ah stronger one and now I have the headache, but it should hopefully pass while ye be out.

Blast it me head hurts, at least she is not chuckling or giggling, she knows the pain also she can feel it when I use some of them stronger papers; I should find Quinn, forget needin ah map I can find me friends without needin a map. I have much ta thank hare fer on this matter of trackin him.

Tabitha…Please be alright las, yer friends love ye and wish ta help ye. But I understand, believe me I do las. To lose someone ye love, but they can never know about my love. Mine must be kept secret fer now it be the only way ta keep her safe and alive. I do not wish ta lose Mi again.


I can see it in yer eyes at times, the anger and pain that now dwells inside ye from what they did. The look that wants to get back at them, I know nothin I say would be able ta stop ye. Nor would I stop ye, they have done terrible thins ta ye Mi. and I know they will have ta pay the price as well.

Please return soon my love and return safely back ta me arms.

*Closing her journal and crawling into bed Monica laid there staring at the ceiling of her room rubbing her head closing her eyes beginning to mummer a soft gaelic prayer and then singing a soft song drifting her into sleep*
Title: Re: A Celtic's Journey
Post by: Syl on August 06, 2014, 10:56:21 AM
(Old Nordic Runes)

Chance at a new start….

We’re free…ye said that we be safe now but we still have ta be watchful. I so glad that we can be tagether now. I can see ye smile in yer eyes behind the mask. I wish to see behind it and I tell ye that yer face would not frighten me, yet ye will not let me look. But that is alright we will get ye fixed, as ye said we need gold and we could have a life here. That ye can be anyone ye wanted, ah new name ah new start I could not help but smile seein ye think positive. And then ye told me that Nat found ye, that we had ta talk with her. That she could end it all if ye gave her the names, ye asked me how much I trusted her. I would trust Nat with me life;

But we must be watchful of that witch Millie ye said. That somethin be, off, about the las. I will do me best to avoid her I still hate them fer what they did to ye, all of them the gaurds, that witch, I still hate meself fer letting it all happen fer I not be sure how long it be befor I can fergive meself but I be tryin.


I can feel it now, that strain between ye and me friends. Nat wishes fer me ta be safe but she does not trust ye, sayin ye be his puppet now. But we be free now, ye told him ye didn’t want anything ta do with that letter or whatever be in it. Ye said ye saved his life and gave him information fer our freedom. Still ye said that if he dies that we be in trouble, I asked nat to not do anything ta the lad and she told me she will until she has ta. I’m not scared, fer we will be together and we will watch each other’s backs, She said ye are no longer the same, that the Mi I use ta know if there be any of it left be heavily scared and broken. I won’t believe it I refuse to believe it, I told her I can’t give up on ye, that I know in there yer still there yer just lost right now and I’m tryin ta help ye find yer way back. Nat nodded and just told me ta be careful, I always be careful. But I won’t give up on ye love.

I lay here in bed now waitin fer ye ta finish yer talk with taty, I can only pray she truly keeps quiet about ye bein alive still. But the shadow Monica; I can still feel her presence and hear her question; I have no reason ta go visit her but she is still there. “‘ow far will ye go las’ “ I will go through the darkness and down the deepest holes just ta bring ye back and keep ye safe. If that means I have to be surrounded by darkness but still hold true ta ye and be yer light ta find yer way back, I will do so.


I wish fer us ta be together ferever even in death I do not want us ta be parted. If we be separated in death I will come back fer ye, I will find ye on the other side. I will leave my forefathers great halls and look for ye, for ye have suffered enough, ye have suffered more than enough. Share yer sufferin with me. there must be a way fer us ta be tagether ferever.

*Monica closes her journal and sets it on the desk of the room as she closes her eyes and Mummers a soft gaelic payer and drifts into a light sleep to the sound of the waves rolling in and the smell of salt water in the room*
Title: Re: A Celtic's Journey
Post by: Syl on August 07, 2014, 10:05:02 AM
(Old Nordic Runes)

What am I to do forefathers…?

I just wish things will go back ta normal, there be so much going on so much suffering, mistrust. What can I do? I found me friend I found Quinn. Gods what happened ta ye lad, I was frightened aye ta see him but I swallowed me fear. Yer now a monster lad remember that, yer nothing like the monsters I have seen, yer nothin like Millie. I have seen what the las has done ta Mi, it pains me ta see her like that because of her. Seein the las and speakin about her made me angry, angry at her, at meself. I should have followed her that night.

Speakin with Quinn I can see he does not enjoy me seein him so, but I understand now. We talked fer ah while he said hes new look would give me more nightmares, and that’s when I told him that I have seen far worse  and he felt sorry for me. Sorry that I had so see such things that I should not have, I had to ask him if he knew how to restore the damages to a face. I did not mention ye Mi I used me as an example but I have been pointed into a direction now, I told ye that I will find a way to get yer face mended and I will I just now need ta find some folks called drewids? I think that be how ye would spell it.

I told Quinn that I wished to help him, but he told me that I be of greater help than I even know. I do not know what I be doin that be helpin him. But I will keep doin me best ta be there fer him, I wanted ta return ta ye Mi. I did not want ye ta worry too much about me but I finally had a chance ta talk with Tabitha, I feel so sorry for the las. She looks like she hasn’t slept in a long time and I worry for her,  Please be safe Tabitha and get some rest otherwise your goin ta be so much worse.


I spoke with Nat not long after, we headed into the fog and we talked while we walked around, I tried explaining to her that ye don’t know who ta trust right now, that I do not think ye tried playin her fer ah fool. I told her I would talk with ye, but I do not want ye mad at me. Nat says she can no longer trust ye and never will. I can only hope the las be sayin that fer now, I want us all ta be happy and be friends.

                                 What should I do?

I must be faithful ta ye Mi, ye have not lied ta me ever and I am the only one ye trust. I would never go against ye, I wish ta keep ye safe we will get through this love and we will be together. Ye will feel the wind on yer face again, and if we have to we can disappear and start somewhere else. I’ll go get us drinks ta celebrate the good news of ah lead on getting ye mended, and it would be a nice thing ta do ta share some drinks with ye. So sell the items buy some drinks and return home ta ye.

*closing her journal monica sighs with relief as the smell of the sea surrounded her as the wagon finally exited the mist and stopping at its destination, climbing out of the wagon monica looked to the city of Port-a-lucine and smiled her worries slowly drifting from her mind as she headed into the city to sell the items she has collected as dusk began to fall*
Title: Re: A Celtic's Journey
Post by: Syl on August 11, 2014, 01:04:51 PM
[Old Nordic Runes]

*the runes one this page seem sloppy and rushed making them slightly difficult to read*

It hurts….gods my head feels like its splitting in to make it stop!! Make the pain go away I don’t care how.  Why..why..why..why WHY! Make it stop gods please, I…feel like me head is being ripped open. I can even hear her screaming in pain. I…can’t focus….or think without being in pain. Gods what did I do ta deserve this, was it me..papers.?! Make it stop….someone…Mi…..anyone MAKE IT STO

*a rune seems to have been stoped abruptly as a line goes back through the last row of the runes, Monica scream in agony as she grabs her head eventually passing out unable to take anymore her head landing on the pillows only moving and wincing slightly through the rest of the night*
Title: Re: A Celtic's Journey
Post by: Syl on August 11, 2014, 01:06:06 PM
[Old Nordic Runes]

Its been….a…day now? Ah night…? I can…I can’t tell, everything, feels like its moving so fast..or is it me that’s….going slow….I can see their lips move…I can hear their…their words, but it takes it…a moment for me to understand it…Am I; Nat, Nat said i…overdid it…..overused….the p…papers…the magik. She….Said it…can consume me…That it, can kill me…I just want the pain…ta stop…her and…and shay used their magik ta…clear me mind…it…numbed the pain I couldn’t….feel it, Nat says… I, will have to deal with the….pain…that it should….fade eventually, Than…Millie….the…monster asked….me ta…pass word that she…wishes ta meet ye..and…something….about ah meetin’…ah lad…gabe..?

Nat finally let..me go with somewhere after I gave…gave her me papers ta…hold onto…but I feel…I was more of, ah burden than…help full.

The pain…is like the tide of….the sea back home….even now… laying here with ye again I can feel it slowly creeping back. Slowly growing to where I’ll be unable to think again without pain. I…it feels like…there be ah storm….buildin in me head, growing I’m…scared of the next wave to come….crashin in…I, do not know how much….more I can take…but I have…ta endure it….ye have endured so…much more…than me… I have ta be…strong fer ye Mi. even my darker shadow me hates this feeling, the pain… But for now I will stop thinking that…you are back in..me arms and that makes me feel better.


We have both…looked for ways ta fix yer face… even though we..both found the easy answer….we both knew ye wont do it… I wont make ye do it love… do not worry, I only wish I could think of another way… there has ta be another way…blast it ta…hell it hurts ta think even with the tide of the pain farthest out…Me friends…although nat…does not trust ye love she…cares fer me…she is looking into ah way ta…figure out if anything that might help me or if there is anything else affectin me ta explain why me eye color has faded some. I have ta get better. I don’t want ta die… I want ta be with ye.

*staring at the ceiling of the room after setting her book on the desk again monica laid there in thought she could feel her own shadow self faintly trying to draw her away from the room and into her sore mind, but for now such will have to wait as she smiled knowing that she is with the one she loves right now and that things will get better as she closed her eyes to fall asleep in her arms while the next wave of pain continued to grow. Nothing else mattered accept the joy she felt as she humed a soft tune before drifting fast asleep*
Title: Re: A Celtic's Journey
Post by: Syl on August 12, 2014, 12:13:08 PM
[Old Nordic Runes]

Finding a voice and facing a fear:

It no longer hurts, Nat used some paper and it removed whatever was left in me mind the magik. She said I still had a large amount in there she said a lot of big words that were hard ta understand fully. But it works, no more waves of pain crashing against my brain, no more difficulty thinking of focusing. But I was told she will teach me some basics on how to use the magik. Nothing serious in training but to help me understand so this does not happen again, but we be doin this with ah few papers at ah time.

Leavin ta go exploring the sandy place was fun, we arrived just as the sun set and the sand was not as hot. We left fer them troll but had to leave once one of our members died. And headed back ta camp, when we returned the camp was full of people taty and millie, sudhri. And many more, it was a nice change to see the camp full of life. Taty and millie wanted ta talk with me ah moment. I did me best to control me feelins fer the las but it was difficult.

I finally had time ta speak with sudhri, to apologize for the things I said when I was lookin for ye Mi. we talked briefly and I be havin new furs made fer me. While the day went well Millie eventually wished ta speak with me again alone this time. In camp I knew I was safe, and she wouldn’t harm me but we talked and that be when I couldn’t hide me feelins anymore. Aye, I passed yer message on Millie, I told ye she won’t be happy ye came ta me and I could see ye didn’t care. I told ye I will never forget what ye all did ta Mi, nor will I ever be able ta forgive ye. But ye will never forget mine even before ye tried ta hit me. Ye hide behind ah pretty face and ah lie. But deep down ye and I both know what ye be, yer ah monster. No…yer worse than ah monster, fer ah monster still be havin the chance ta redeem its self, no yer not ah monster ye be something lower… I can tell me truthful words bring ye pain, I didn’t do anything bodily ta ye, ye words can be just as painful than ah bolt or blade or magik. Both me words before… and after ye tried ta slap me but failed.

How badly I could hear me shadow self in my head, how clearly I could picture that goblet of black liquid sitting next to her on the small table. She knew what I wished I couldn’t do there was no hiding it from her she knew the anger I felt but no. I will not let her take hold of me, I will not let her consume me. my will is strong and I have no need to kill the monster Mille. But I will never forgive her, I can only pray she find some kind of piece before she passes. But she will never be able to go to her forefathers halls. I cannot help but feel pity for her.
Title: Re: A Celtic's Journey
Post by: Syl on August 18, 2014, 12:18:11 PM
(Old Nordic Runes)

So much has happened the last few days, camping, a marriage, training, exploring… So much I don’t even know if I can write it all down.

I suppose I’ll start with our trip ta them demons we headed there thinking nothing of it, I have no problem shooting the demons they have done me far more harm than anything. Me back still tingles a bit when I’m in that place, perhaps I should speak with Quinn and ask him what he meant by the wound is cursed. But that is another matter for another time, I…I got lost, again, in the halls of their giant temple and got separated from everyone. I roamed around the place is creepy when it be quiet, the feeling like I’m being watched in there, I thought I heard whispers in a different tongue so I quickened my search to find everyone again.

Eventually finding them we descended further down going after the large demon in here. Only to have a portal open behind him and more demons came out of it, I was scared to be honest. Having not seen anything like it before waves upon waves of demons of all shapes and sizes, and that be when she came out. A large half snake half woman demon carrying many sword in all her hands and the biggest fight I have had in there began. My whole body said run, me mind said run, but I couldn’t all I could do is watch as me bolts barely scratched it. I was ready to use some of me papers even though I knew it would cause more damage ta me mind but before I could, they finally slayed it and the portal closed on its own suddenly.

I was tired, we all were tired. But there was another man that appeard in the middle of us, he looked like the other humans that were here, but…More important in a way I didn’t want to fight anymore me arms were tired, Ropa wanted to ask him questions but the lads killed him before she could ask. How I grow tired of seeing people die, It sickens me, even if they are harsh and foul. I just can’t bring meself to do it. We left with what we gathered and headed back ta camp. I felt so exhausted from the trip. I didn’t care for the loot I just wanted rest, it. It bothers me when I be in there, it is such a dark and horrible place and I can only hope many nights pass before I have to go back there.

For the rest of that night after talking with hare I just laid in the grass in camp looking up at the stars calming my mind and removing the thought of that dark place only to wake in morning and talk with some of me friends, camp was empty for the most part as I watched sudhri and Cloud leave heading somewhere with others, for once I felt to tired still to go with them and rested in the tent. I woke again the next morning feeling refreshed and that be when I finally saw Dumas again. We talked fer ah good while as he called me ah little troublemaker and he asked if I had anything that might help him for one that has the same profession. Troublemaker, makes me think of me father when he called me that when I was ah wee las. But I gave him me extra tools I had more than enough anyways, and I showed him all me papers and kept the ones I be holdin onta fer meself as I let him look over the others and take what he wanted.

I don’t mind he be a good friend and he gave me some things in return he said it will help me be unseen or harder to find. I not be sure how rings will help ye with that. But I guess if the ruby ring I found glimmers while I be in the sand and I don’t feel the heat as bad, I guess such things can be true. I’ll have ta turn in this paper and look over the other things he gave me but it was time to have a little fun, to get away from the world again as I offered to help him on learning more on traps as he tested his skill against mine. We traveled to hazland and went deep in the woods sneaking past the wee things and them tall walkin trees to a secluded spot away from them not far from where we camped love. I was lost in the sounds and sight of the forest only to come back remembering that we be here fer training and practice and not fer me ta day dream.

I began to place various traps around as I had Dumas close his eyes to not see where I place them working on it one at a time, watching him work as he begins looking and locating my traps, probing the ground and looking for sticks and leaves that may be out of place. He complimented me many times as he works on the traps once finding them finding most the ones I set really difficult to even disarm without having it go off on him. It was nice to do such things as we continues for hours, breaking as I sent him out to go try hunt a few things for food as I set a few snares not far down the hill for some hares. He came back upset and said a beetle and bear fought over the food he found, I couldn’t help but laugh at the thought but showed him the hares and had him cook them. We talked some more as he cooked them after cleaning and dressing them. About where he is from, how he got here, I feel sorry for the lad hearing about the loss of his mother.

I asked him what it’s like for him ta do his guard duty as I set one more trap and watched him work on it, saying it feeds him and sometimes very well but normally consists of watching a door not letting anyone in. escort a las. He did mention that he might show me ta his bosses claiming that they may like the need fer ah little troublemaking trap-master like meself. Breaking down the camp and making out presence unknown leaving no trace save for the bones off the cooked rabbit behind we headed back to camp. We could not help but laugh as one of the wee creatures came up to me and I scared it off and we calmed down and kept to the shadows of the canyon as we passed through it unseen I couldn’t help meself but collect some berries which gave me location away for ah tree as we ran laughing as it slowly chased us putting distance between us and jumped on the wagon heading back to camp. He said he had ta go back ta that grey village and said don’t go to far.

I know I have ta go back to that fae village and get some papers there but instead I went along with me friends to go hunt some sand trolls, the trip went well enough even though I got smacked around again, but there seemed ta have been a fight between the fae and remy once we got to their lair. He over did it. He accidently kill him, I didn’t want to hear it, the female fae’s cries calling him a murderer  I removed me traps and went to leave but I ran back seeing more trolls outside again and we had to fight our way out. I was glad to be back at camp, the day has been full of ups and downs. But in the end I will never forget it.

The moon was high as it shined down on us in our forest, it was nothing but us and our shadows from that night on we will be together forever, our souls will not be separated, yours soul is mine and my soul is yours. We made our vows and our love will be true. We woke early and watched the sun rise and headed back home to the port village.

I truly feel that everything will start getting better, soon we will no longer have to watch our back thinking we’re about to get stabbed or attacked. We will be together forever.


*closing her book and setting it on the table Monica lays back in bed happily closing her eyes and forgetting about all the trouble of the day that happened, her own mental shadow could not touch her where she was.*
Title: Re: A Celtic's Journey
Post by: Syl on August 19, 2014, 01:23:19 PM
[Old Nordic Runes]

To be wrongfully prisoned, I doubt Dumas knows just how I understand it. But I know the effects and seen what some can do to people who are put away when they be innocent, but he asked for my help. I was actually surprised to hear that one of me friends needed me help and asked me ta help with something; he knows I have not done this but I will do me best, I think Dumas be trying ta make me a little troublemaker I can’t really help but laugh but at the same time I’m nerves. I’m very nerves about this, what if it goes wrong? No, I must not think like that positive that’s how I have to think. No one is going to get hurt from this, I can only hope ye will trust me Mi and not panic I’ll be safe and I’ll be back.

I suppose now all I can do is prepare and wait, I have to calm down for this but I’m so nerves me heart be racing at the thought, I need ta find the place first I need ta find Mi and let her know. I can only pray no one gets hurt through all this.

Forefathers watch over us these coming days, both Mi and I will need it.

*looking out at the sea just outside the walls of the port Monica stands there in thought  after closing her journal listening to the rolling waves closing her eyes only to look to the city, as she mutters in gaelic and heads in under the cover of night*
Title: Re: A Celtic's Journey
Post by: Syl on August 20, 2014, 12:11:48 PM
[Old Nordic Runes]

It’s snowing here in the outskirts of the gray village. IT is such a beautiful sight and the walk with you was nice, I am sorry I cannot explain what the job is but I will once we finish it I promise. I just wish I the night didn’t end to know that I had to leave in the morning was disheartening, since being here shortly I have heard talk of Nat being requested by the guards. Gods I hope she is alright, but she would never come here, right? Sometimes I feel like I cannot help me friends, that I’m weak. No I shouldn’t think that, I am strong, I can’t let me darker side try and take control over a small doubt, I know I am strong I’m just…

I am at least glad I was about to see your smile before I left, I know your worried but everything will be okay. I’m becoming more nerves as the time slowly approaches; I’m doing something good, right?

*Closing her journal Monica looks back behind her with valiki in the distance only to look ahead at the sullen woods, snow drifting down slowly covering her red hair. Her breath steaming in front of her only to find her courage planting her staff into the ground and travels deep into the forest not looking back leaving a light trail in the snow only for it to be covered by a blanket of snow, as she mummers a soft prayer in gaelic*

“Gods…Forefathers watch over me and give me strength, I pray that this be the right thin’ ta do I am nerves about it, but I have givin’ me word that I would help. While I be gone watch over Mi and take care of her, Watch over Nat….’elp them both figure out that they be friends, and watch over the rest of me friends while I be gone.”
Title: Re: A Celtic's Journey
Post by: Syl on August 21, 2014, 01:35:51 PM
[Old Nordic Runes]

I got lost in the woods and I; that’s a lie, I didn’t get lost I got scared, nerves of the idea of what I was asked to help with was bad. I shouldn’t have quested it Dumas wouldn’t lie to me he be ah good lad. I feel ashamed that I failed him, failed to show up at the meeting. I wish to make it up to him, help him on one of his other jobs perhaps?

I will have to find him and say I’m sorry. That never happened to me I’ve always been willing to help me friends, why did I do it? I know I’ve gotten scared before but I’ve always found me courage to keep going. How can I make it up to him?

This snow falling reminds me of the times when I went hunting back home with me father. It was a cold winter morning and it was me first winter hunt with ye, ye taught me about the many tracks of animals. How the paw print of a wolf looked in the snow, how sometimes if you look closely before the new snowfall you can find the trail. That was the day we found Scott, he was still young and must have gotten separated from the pack. You raised your bow pointing an arrow at him but I convinced you to calm down and lower it and bring it home with us and tended to him. It’s interesting, how the little things remind us of the ones we love and the good memories.

 I’m always reminded of home when I be outside staring at the stars above at night as I close my eyes I can still see meself there, I can feel the slight breeze of the night air crossing my face going through my hair. I can still hear the waves crashing in the distances against the cliff, and if I listened even more I could hear the trees creek slowly with the wind. Below the roof I could hear you laughing as you rough housed with the boys, I could hear me sisters laughing as they played with Scott. It’s these little things that I hold on to each day and add more to them. The breath of a loved one sleeping close to you, the laughs of friends around the campfire;

It is these things we will hold dear to us. I pray to the gods and our forefathers that you have not forgotten me and still remember me. I pray me siblings be strong, its time I go and find Dumas now and offer me help. Maybe teach him a bit more on traps while I ask how else I can help him or join him on a job.

*standing there in ah opening in the sullen woods hidden to the shadows around her even as she snow falls on her turning her red hair white slowly with flakes. Closing her journal quietly Monica looks back towards Valiki lifting her head up more towards the southern mountains in thought.  Pushing off the tree and raising her hood again she shoulders her traveling staff leaving little to no trail as the falling snow covered her tracks leaving the sullen woods*
Title: Re: A Celtic's Journey
Post by: Syl on August 25, 2014, 11:46:53 AM
[Old Nordic Runes]

Blast it I'm cold and still shivering went to the top of that mountain to the north. To the very top of it, blast that was colder than anything else I be use ta. I got many traps though from it all, but me fingers hurt ta move when we left and ran to the tower below. Me legs were frozen, but we had to move down the mountain still and to camp so we warmed up as much as we could before heading back out. We prepared and we were made unseen with that magik and our movement hasted as we ran down the mountain way down to the fish lodge and then the temple just outside the village walls. Other than the cold it was quiet fun ta get new traps they look rather deadly and I have a lot of them now, maybe to many of them I’ll have to either sell them or find a place ta store them for safe keeping.

I wish you were here right now Mi, I said I would be back at camp and I’ll make the trip as quick as possible. But I guess I took to long for ye were not here. No one be at camp save for the gypsy. It be so dull at camp but I need to warm up and let the blood flow back to me fingers and legs.

We’re free, I still cannot believe it watching that letter burn made me feel such joy. To know that ye will no longer deal with them in anyways brings a smile to my face, to your face, I can see you smile behind the mask thing will get better now that we are free from them. We will watch out backs none the less for we cannot trust them to hold their word but still. To set that unopened letter on fire with you words could not explain the joy I felt, the joy I feel even still now.  When the weather gets better we should go camping. Go to our forest just us like before.

*looking up at the star filled sky as the snow falls down on her in the mist camp, Monica smiles with joy as the soft wind blows through her hair thoughts of her love enter her mind as she closes her book still looking over the star formations in the quiet camp. There was no fear in her tonight, her own mental shadow could not reach her and pull her in for tonight all she could think about was her love and her pleasant memories as she mummers softly a gaelic prayer*

“Thank ye gods and forefathers, thank ye fer givin’ us strength ta last. Ta ‘old onta our freedom and joy.  Continue ta watch over me love and meself as we make our new lives. And please. Give me the strength ta face me friend and let him forgive me fer not showin’ up ta the meetin’ or ‘elp wit’ the job. Watch over me family that be back ‘ome I miss em dearly and think of em every night.”
Title: Re: A Celtic's Journey
Post by: Syl on August 26, 2014, 01:25:42 PM
[old Nordic Runes]

We can go back home and still be normal.....Right?

Please gods say we can.

*looking up at the stars and snow falling Monica closes her book and thinks of home and all her family and friends only to sob softly and bury her face into her knees*
Title: Re: A Celtic's Journey
Post by: Syl on August 26, 2014, 03:37:11 PM
[Old Nordic Runes]

* the page seems to be riddled with small water marks as if the writer was crying*

Gods what have I done... Please.. Mi forgive me. I..I don't mean to I wasn't talking behind yer back... But now I feel like I broke yer heart  Please....please forgive me I...I want to take it all back what I said ta the fae with two different eyes... Damnit I'm so stupid why did I talk ta her...how can I forgive meself for this I hurt the one I loved...and...and now I feel so alone again...Please....please forgive me Mi.. I..I'll do anything I..I'll take any punishment just please forgive me!

* slamming her book shut monica cries heavily as she walks into the mist and finds the nearest rock and curls up on it and cries not thinking of the dangers of the mist*
Title: Re: A Celtic's Journey
Post by: Syl on August 27, 2014, 01:51:53 PM
*A few droplets of dry blood can be seen on the page*

It’s my fault, it’s my fault. Please Mi forgive me I didn’t know it would upset ye, I would take it all back if I could. How could I do that to you?  I should have known better please I don’t want to lose you forgive me please, I…I can hear my shadow self in me head, I can feel her pulling at me mind to draw me in. What does she want now? Please love for-

We need to talk…

*The writing seems to stop as monica’s body goes limp as she falls back on the rock she was sitting on in the mist hitting her head lying still as the mist surrounds her, a pulse and breath is still present but she remains still as she is pulled into her own mind*

Monica…wake up and open yer eyes…Looks around ye, yer own mind is breaking!!

*she slowly came to as she looked around at her own mental world and her shadow was right, there was no more green nothing growing only a barren waste and cliffs as she can see the rocks fall from the cliff and fall on the ground destroying what was beneath it, as she could feel the world shake*

“It not be ‘er fau-“

WHO ARE YE TRYIN’ TA CONVINCE LAS’ NAT?! YER OT’ER FRIENDS!!? ‘AVE YE FERGOT THE PAIN SHE CAUSED YE!!!  

*her shadow knelt beside her and grabbed her throat and lifted her up off the ground hissing at her*

Let me remind ye of the pain she ‘as caused us.

*her own shadow slamming her head against a rock cracking it open where she had stiches as monica screamed in pain*

The pain she caused ye fer dissapearin’ the scar on yer ‘ead that yer ‘air now ‘ides.

*She began to break her knuckles stomping on her hands as it felt like rocks landing on them feeling the bones shatter even in her own mental world it felt all too real crying in pain*

THE PAIN SHE MAKES YE INFLICT ON YERSELF FER ONE DAMN MISTAKE!!!

*her own mental world shook again as she opened her eyes to see a chunk of land fall below into darkness all she could do is cry in her own world*

“But she…she needs me, she said she did, she…she doesn’t mean ta ‘urt me she loves me.”

Does she? Ye wish ta know who cares fer ye? Who be wishin’ ta see ye smile?! I will not let ye destroy yerself over one damn woman. Yer friends not be the only one that cares fer ye. I need ye ta live.

*being grabbed by her hair as her shadow drags her to a mirror showing an old memory of Mi as monica cries reaching out to touch it only to have the image change to her current look, shadows engulfing her more and more slowly, a scared face behind ah mask, as the figure stepped out of the mirror and grabbed monica by the neck and began to strangle her only to turn to smoke and shadows into the wind*

Ye cannot save ‘er las’… she be too far now she will only bring ye down as well. She not be the same las’ she was before any of this she will be the death of us. I know ye care fer ‘er I do, I know all yer feelin’s of joy, of pain, of love.  all yer friend ‘ave told ye that she not be good fer ye.

“But I would ‘ave nothin’ left.”

O’ do not try and lie ta yerself las’ we never be good at bein’ a’ liar.

*the mirror rippled as a new image appeared a male figure. A figure of mystery, one that she has seen a few times and knows very little about but with what time she has spent with him something grew inside her towards him*

“But I ‘ardly know ‘im and I, I don’t know if it would even work besides…I can’t be unfaithful.”

UNFAITHFUL?! Don’t make me laugh las’ ye ‘ave proven ye are faithful. It be ‘er fault but ye just can’t get it through yer thick ‘ead! Are ye so blind that ye cannot see t’ose that truly care fer ye las’? The one ye love no longer be t’ere. T’ere be nothin’ but ‘ate in ‘er now she overreacted and think ye a’ liar. And now ye ‘urt yerself and blame yerself.

*looking down at her broken knuckles then up at the mirror of the man she couldn’t help but sob as her shadow sat beside her draping it’s arm over her*

“Why don’t ye just take over than and do what ye want.”

Because we made a deal my dear, yer will still be strong even now in yer own mental world while it is fallin’ apart ye ‘old strong ta keep it ‘eld fast. And this not be for survival wit’ killin’ someone. That be why I ‘ave not. But ye kept ignorin’ me and now the damage be sever, and that be why ye must let ‘er go, while bot’ yer loves were true that night. Somethin’ ‘as changed in ‘er and it not be fer the better.

“But Mi ‘as ta be saved.”

WILL YE NOT LISTEN TA ME YER OWN DAMN MIND YER OWN SELF FLESH AND BLOOD!!?!?! THIS…THIS DAMN WOMAN ‘AS YE WRAPPED AROUND ‘ER FINGER AND SHE BE KILLIN’ YE SLOWLY BECAUSE OF IT!!!

*the world trembled again as monica has the look of defeat in her eyes, a look of pain and sadness as she can hear her shadow whisper around her Nat’s voice mixing with it’s*

If she cannot learn to help herself, than how can anyone else help her…

This be a’ lost cause Monica ye know this but ye blind yerself from seein’ it, let ‘er go

“I can’t.”

Let ‘er go las’ she will only destroy ye….

“….”

Just let ‘er  

*shaking her head tears roll down her face*

“No…no no no no.. N-

Monica. * the shadow began to twist the sound of the man in the mirror into its words* Come on little troublemaker. Let’s go…

*looking up Monica could see the man, his damaged clothes, his hood that concealed his scared face, a man who is still a complete mystery to her and yet she feels comfort around him as she reaches up taking his hand, this was a man of shadows not the same shadows as Mi, but shadows of mystery. Mysteries she wishes to learn more about.*

Just let her go…

*tears roll down her face more as she is pulled into the mirror with him as her body moves finally in the mist as her mouth moves as if saying something but no sound comes from it only to curl up in a ball and weep softly as her cries echo through the mist*
Title: Re: A Celtic's Journey
Post by: Syl on August 28, 2014, 01:34:47 PM

Snow drifts down on Monica as she walks off the wagon, “Would you not kill her for me…for us?” Monica could do all but stop thinking about the question she was asked. Her neck still bleed, slowly from where the dagger made its bite, the dagger held by the hands of the one she loved. The one she would do anything for and yet. She could not bring herself to say the words she knew she should have said right away. “I ‘ave failed ‘er…” she mumbled in her native tongue as her feet slowly moved through the snow. Spring was almost here, Spring an image of new life and joy a new start…And yet; she felt as if she was back on the top of the cold mountain in the north. Cold and alone for the damage she has caused;

Ye still blame yerself fer this las’… I told ye to let ‘er go, everyone ‘as told ye ta let ‘er go and yet… ye didn’t listen now look at ye.

Monica ignored her own mental shadow as blood from her neck tripped staining the white snow red as she walked along up the mountain and to the bridge of the falls only to stop and look down at the water crashing down against the icy rocks below calling for her to jump

It is not just yer fault if ye wish ta blame yerself, t’ere be anot’er ‘ere ta blame ye know this, think she said she be doin’ this because a’ lad told ‘er to….She ‘eld that blade against yer throat in that camp because ‘E told ‘er …. that ye made ‘er weak.

Hanging onto the pole next to her she crept closer to the edge of the bridge as she lifted her leg over ready to take that final step and plummet below only to be nothing more but a memory, “Would you kill laine for our love!?” She wished she could cry, but no matter how badly she wanted to no tears would fall right now. She had hurt the one she said she would protect and be her light. And now, her love has been pulled so far into the shadows it drove her to hold a knife against Monica’s throat. She feared dying at that moment but yet now as she looks below her foot hanging just over the edge she was right there ready to end it all, She felt dead on the inside now her joy covered by sorrow, her love concealed by pain.

Just let ‘er go Monica. Do not let ‘er drag us down, yer strong and ye will survive. If it was not meant to be then so be it. Ye can still start new, Aye the pain and sorry will be there but ye know t’ere be ot’ers that can ‘elp ye through it…..Just let ‘er go….

For the first time her shadow did not sound spiteful or angry with her, no she was concerned, her own shadow concerned for her wellbeing and joy the thing that wished to turn her into a murderer showed her understanding and words.

“I can’t….”

Ye can let ‘er go… let go of the one ye see now… not the one ye remember. Ye ‘old that close ta yer ‘eart and never let it go.

“Will she comeback….Will she see the light again and walk towards it…?”

Let ‘er go…

Her shadow’s voice began she shift and change mimicing all the voices of her friends and family.

Let her go dear.      Let ‘er go sister Aye just let ‘er go. Let her go. Let her go. Let ‘er go my child.

She held her head as the voices got louder they weren’t yelling at her just getting louder as if they were far away at first and now moving closer, even though they weren’t here and she was alone she could hear them as clear as day. As her leg trembled ready to step off thinking there is nothing left.


Monica…

One voice made her stop as she looked over thinking she saw a figure, that same figure from the mirror as it stood just inches away from her as it takes her hand, she couldn’t tell if it was real or just ah image she wished to see her mind playing tricks on her in her depression and sorrow.

Come on little Troublemaker, let her go…

Her leg moved back safely to the bridge as she stepped back holding the image’s hand

Come find me…

The image pulled her along the bridge until she fully crossed it only to disappear with the light falling snow of the mountain.  Only for her to look back at the bridge and where she stood

“ I will never be able to fully let ye go Mi, I will always remember the old ye.”

There was no payer this time, no tune or song to hum as she walked through the mountains and snow toward the gray city no thoughts of home, only of sorrow. No tears would fall from her face or escape her eyes, the only tears that would fall would be the tears made of blood from her neck wound which slowly bleed dripping down onto the snow. The scar will always be there, as a reminder of the pain she caused to her. Of how she hurt her without meaning to;

Her only thoughts as she lays down on the bed roll in the temple, her wounds tended to as she refused to have them magically healed to keep them as a reminder, Will Mi find her light again, will she ever let go and forgive her for what she did to her….Will the man she sees in the mirrors help her? A man she hardly knows anything about and yet he seems to almost know more about what she is capable of than she does herself.

And the last question that keeps her up staring at the ceiling of the temple….Can she forgive herself for the damage she caused.
Title: Re: A Celtic's Journey
Post by: Syl on August 30, 2014, 12:10:16 PM
Sleep, she wasn’t sure how long she was awake or how many nights have passed with her not sleeping until she found him. Her man of shadows as she nearly begged him for a moment of his time, the tears finally fell; there was no stopping them this time, she cried harder than when Mi went missing as she told him everything that has happened. As he stood there and listened and comforted her as well as he could and finally when she was done it was his turn to speak.

His words her harsh but they were true, not everyone deserves a second chance, and how he knew about the things she spoke of. He spoke of how Laine was a murderer and deserves a knife in her back. Whether it is to be done by her he isn’t sure, but by someone else yes.

As they finished their talk he told her what she needed to do, and said he will come for her when the time be ready. Asking him to stay she looked away ashamed, it was a mixture of loneliness and desperation as he pressed her head against his chest to comfort her as she held him also while she sat in the chair eventually drifting swiftly into sleep tired and exhausted as her last thoughts were of her last few questions.

“Would ye teach me…?

Aye…I would….

“Will…will ye teach me?”

Aye I will.

She slowly drifted into her own mental world as she slept only to be greeted by her shadow self as it sat in its shadowy throne only to stand grabbing the goblet and move to her with a all-knowing smirk on its face.

So yer goin’ ta drink finally.

“No..I not be ‘ere fer that.”

Her shadow seem to only freeze as Monica walked by and just sat on the shadow throne as the shadows around it slowly dimmed showing bits of the wooden throne under them.

Do ye care fer ‘im las’?

“Why do ye ask if ye say ye know ‘ow I feel…”

Ye know ye will ‘ave ta let ‘er go than if ye want it.

“I cannot….not yet…now please just, just please…be quite fer a’ bit so we can rest…I want ta ‘old onta what ‘appened this night.”

Her shadow nodded slowly as it set the goblet of black liquid on the table and moved around to the back of the shadowed throne leaning against it

Very well las’ but remember ye will be drinkin’ from it sooner or later….

She didn’t replay, she knew it will be near impossible for her to continue on with her innocence, but she
didn’t want to think about that right now she didn’t want to think about the path she is about to tread on or the dark forest that which it might lead to. She wanted to remember how he held her, the care and concern that she felt in such ah embrace. And how it numbed the pain she felt.

And yet she was scared all the same for what is to come ahead.
Title: Re: A Celtic's Journey
Post by: Syl on September 01, 2014, 10:45:39 AM

Pain, sorrow, This are but just the tip of the mountain of emotions she felt while she held Mi's lifeless body against her own crying. They caused Mi to ask Monica to free her from it all, she asked for her forgiveness.... Monica would always forgive her, she knew Mi was not a evil person she was being used and manipulated.... But to push Mi this far to ask Monica, the lone she loved the only one that cared for her, asking her to end it all and free her from the pain and suffering.

She wished their last walk didn't have to end, she wanted to continue to hold her hand and tell her that everything will be okay. But she couldn't do that to Mi, she could see past the mask the pain in her eyes they were begging for it to end. Its all Monica could do for her, they reached their spot, their place away from it all as they cried holding each others as they prayed. Prayed to their forefathers and to let Mi into their halls, to welcome her into the family. She has done everything she could to protect Monica, and now....she asks Monica for the release.

her own hand trembled as she grabbed the hilt of her dagger looking at Mi's body as she disrobed, new lashes and wounds from a recent beating etched into her body. She cried harder seeing them as she held her close as they said their love one last time before the dagger was carried around and dug into Mi's chest piercing her heart.

There was nothing more Monica could do as she dropped holding Mi as she began to pass, All she could think of was singing one last song for her, Mi smiled as she sang, there was no more pain, no more suffering. Monica removed the dagger as she finished the song and kissed her one last time ignoring the taste of the salty blood as Mi passed away.

She wanted to help Mi so much, she wanted to make things better for her, But in the end....all she could do was end her life of suffering when asked.

Monica carried Mi's body to the river and slowly eased it down placing a flower between Mi's hands so she held it and let the current take her out to sea. She could picture Mi walking through the green fields, Her face was beautiful again, as her body was no longer beaten or sore. She could see her ancestors opening the doors to the halls for Mi welcoming her with open arms. She is at peace no, only joy and happiness awaits her, a family that will show her love and kindness.

"Yer free Mi......Ye and I will meet again..."

She promised her many things, She knew they will meet again once it is Monica's time to pass, But not yet......Not yet

She finally dropped to her knees and cried as Mi's body eventually drifted out of sight. As she stayed there and cried for the gods only know how long.....

Title: Re: A Celtic's Journey
Post by: Syl on September 02, 2014, 12:08:00 PM
[Old Nordic Runes]

I don’t know what to write down, but I guess something is better than nothing so here goes. I just, I just can’t stop my hands from shaking once he left, while he comforted me in camp he saw me covered in your blood. He must have followed us and watched; Yeah, that has to be what he did, he told me that he is sorry…I could hear it in his words, he truly was sorry as he told me that his wife was killed by ah monster who claimed to be ah man.

I feel so lost right now, even with him holding me and comforting me, ignoring the blood all over my face arms and front he still held me close as I cried and explained as much as I could at that time. And he assured me that they will pay, the ones that hurt ye Mi. Millecent, Laine, the guard…Antonescu, they will pay...But Nat... ye were me friend how could ye be so cruel to Mi, ye knew i cared for her YE KNEW!!! but yet...yet ye tormented her as well, how could ye Nat....I don't know if i could be yer friend anymore after hearing all the torment ye gave her. while it not have been physical, ye laughed at her, threatened her....all she did was care for me and want to protect me I begged ye to give her a chance to believe me that Mi not be a monster but now..I just....I just can't believe one of me closest friends would do that to someone i care about..... but he said I must harden me soul…harden me heart, Do not forget about ye but…I cannot let them use yer memory against me.

Training, that be what I’ll be having soon, I. Do not know what it will be or what it be like but, I’ll have to. They must pay, they must learn that it be their fault for yer death, they must learn about what they forced me to do…THEY WILL PAY!!!

But I be scared, I don’t want to give into me shadow, he says I this place will get to me if I do not harden meself. That it will consume me now because of this… and if it does, I will never come back. Me will must be strong, it must endure the things I may have to do, But it be only those three. No more, no more than those three. I hope…..

He grabbed me hand and kissed me forehead even though I was still covered in blood that was drying. It be nice, ta see that he understand and cares. He will teach me…he left telling me ta clean up or get rid of me furs, I think it be best that I clean up. I need me clan furs it be one of the few things left now of me family.

I’ll still be me after this training….right?

*Monica closed her book as she set it in a bag looking down at her hands; most of the blood having been washed away from rain, as she looked down in the small pool of water at her reflection. The blood on her face nearly completely gone save for a few spots as a drop of water fell into the puddle causing it to ripple making her own mind play tricks on her seeing Mi’s face only for her to reach for it and realize it’s not real, as she looked to the sky at the new growing storm that she was walking towards. Another chapter in her life is about to begin, and she was more scared to take that step forward than she ever has been before.

Will her mental shadow consume her and cause this place to drag her down?

Will she regain her kindness and joy?

Will she be able to love again with this damaged heart…?

All these questions raced through her head as she as the storm quickly reached her and began to downpour slowly washing away that dry blood remained on her, one thing she knew for certain was that he will be there for her every step of the way.*
Title: Re: A Celtic's Journey
Post by: Syl on September 05, 2014, 10:34:45 AM
[Old Nordic Runes]

The breath of the city, that be what he said, to feel the beat…the flow…Everything has a flow. Everything in this grey village is different at night. Everything be so different from the roof of the houses.  I listened to his words as we weaved between the buildings under the shadows. It was difficult…for me to focus on it all, me mind still twists and turns back to you. I wake every night in screams as I see the blood on me hands again as I cry.

The very fog here taunts me more now… I keep thinking I hear yer voice and see yer figure in there…But…But I know that not be true yer at peace now…But I can’t rest now, I feel so alone it’s their fault I did that…THEIR FAULT!!!....The nightmares are coming back, of me being ah murderer I’m so scare, scared that it might become true…I’m scared ta be alone I’m not the same when I be alone…I sink low, and lock meself in ah room…in ah house away from ah village…Ah place where I can scream, and cry and thrash about beating meself fer what I did. Screaming in rage as I failed ye, grabbing me dagger and dragging it along me arms and legs….I’m weak I couldn’t keep ye safe from the cruel words of others….Forgive me please Mi..

I, harm meself beating meself against the walls cutting her arms and legs until…Until I calm down or pass out from exhaustion whichever comes first only ta drift into me nightmare and scream waking up and starting the process again until morning, but I can’t let anyone see… I’ll just hide the bruises, I’ll hide the cuts…It’s not like there is anyone else that cares now…But I should be ready for tomorrow night…
For now... its time to lock the door again, I'm thankful that i'm not near anyone out here...they can't hear my screams....No one can hear my screams from out here....just me and myself untill dusk comes and its time to unlock the door and go for training. I would give anything to see you again Mi...

*Monica looked out the window of the abandoned house she crept into out to the grey city as tears filled her eyes only to turn and lock the door of the room she is in as she began to cry which quickly shifted into screams and wailing, throwing herself into the objects walls and corners around her beating herself up until she falls to the floor and cries curling up into a ball fearing to sleep only to eventually fail and pass out her mind dragging her down into her nightmare, her own hell and prison of pain and misery*
Title: Re: A Celtic's Journey
Post by: Syl on September 07, 2014, 11:53:55 PM


*Another night has passed Monica has received good news from one of her friends and it made her feel better to learn that one that caused her Love so much pain is dead... and yet... she was not the cause of it... was this a good thing? as she still lock herself in the room away from the world after leaving camp in a rage from a little Halfling laughing and joking about being tortured....What would she understand?! What would any of them understand, her screams echo through out the abandoned house she has yet to explore. monsters on the outside and yet she doesn't care.. she feels like she is slowly dying inside, there was no window it was all in her head...this room is her prison and only she can let herself out, But all she can do is scream and cry and harm herself for her failure. Failed how she couldn't protect her from the harsh words, failed how she could not do the things she asked, Failed because she was the one that took her life...All that is left is this dark room with no windows as she draws a dagger and uses it as a dim course of light she removes her book as she begins to write.*

[Old Nordic Runes]

The blood... I..still see it, It haunts me, I'll...I'll never be able ta sleep again, Me hands no longer be clean they are stained with yer blood.. The blood of the one I love, I; Only pray ye can forgive me Mi for my failure. I promised ye I would have a family and name me first daughter after ye but I....Don't know how much longer I can go on...I feel so alone and it feels like I'm dying...

I was told Millie was killed... that..that she was made ta confess about everything she did before her life was taken, But it was not by me own hands... I can't sleep... because every time I close my eyes I see your body in me arms and I begin ta drown in blood from your wound....It's all my fault.... It's all me fault... I killed you... I killed you I killed you... I'm the cause of yer death...If...if ye didn't know me things would have been better fer ye.... I'T MY FAULT!!!

*Throwing her book aside she gets up and screams knocking over many books and desks flailing about as she cries punching and hitting herself against the walls as her own mental shadow even attempts to calm it's host down as she grabs her dagger and drags it across her arms and legs drawing blood only to cut her hand open and begin smeering blood over the walls in Nordic runes as she cries and wails as she turns and trips falling on her own trap near the door setting it off as the frost quickly burns her leaving her motionless on the floor bleeding slowly out her breath is faint but steady only for her to be drawn into her own mind*

Monica....Monica ye fukin' dumb las'...Ye need ta calm down or ye will get yerself killed... stop lockin' yerself up! YE KNOW T'ERE BE SOMEONE THAT WILL BE ABLE TA 'ELP YE!!!

"Leave me alone...I don't wish ta talk wit' ye right now...No one understands what be 'appenin wit' me...I..I wasn't even the cause of Millie's deat'...

Are ye mad about that?! The las' said she made 'er pay and that she was sorry she couldn't 'elp sooner....Would ye 'ave rather killed Millie yerself!?

"....."

Answer me!

'Just leave me be...."

Hmmph... stuborn las'...

"......"

Stop this before its to late...there is still another!!!

* Alone that's how she felt as her eyes cracked open looking at her frost covered side she felt cold and weak, Her world caving in around her all she can do is fall...She thought to herself if there was anyone that could catch her before it was to late... her eyes closing shut from days without sleep, she will have to be tormented by her nightmare and drown in the blood she could scream all she wants in the dream but her mind was to weak to wake up from this hell, She wanted a way out....Anyone...Anything*

"Someone please....'elp me....."
Title: Re: A Celtic's Journey
Post by: Syl on September 09, 2014, 11:39:23 AM

Monica….The voice echoed in the depths her mind it sounded familiar but it was hard to locate in her own mental world as she lay there on the floor in the physical world.
Monica….
She wished she could be just left alone, alone in her dark room her prison but the voice kept calling her drawing her in more and more she didn’t want to go back she just escaped her nightmare, but she was too exhausted to resist the pull into her own mind as the world shifted and the dark curtain was drawn back showing her own world it was all flooded, small patches of land still exist but everything else was submerged under the water.

Monica… It be time ye let go
“I can’t…I care fer ‘er ye know that.”
I’m not talking about ‘er las’…I’m talkin’ about the guilt and pain….Ye ‘ave ta let it go. She would not want us ta remember the bad.
“But..I promised ‘er that…that they will pay and know it be t’eir fault..” Aye and they will, ye can remember the ‘arm they did ta ‘er we seen it every night we see it even now still…But she be in a’ better place, Sleeping….resting…

Her mental shadow draped it’s arms over Monica almost comforting her holding her close as Monica began to cry

It not be yer fault las’ we gave ‘er the only thin’ she wished fer in the end…We did all that she asked but now ye made ‘er promises of rememberin’ ‘er….of yer own wee babes and namin’ em  for ‘er so she will always be wit’ ye…

“What do ye care, ye just want me ta kill again…and that not be right.” Aye las’ it not be right back ‘ome, but we’re not ‘ome ‘ere ye will ‘ave ta kill, sooner or later ye will ‘ave ta kill again.
“I still can’t sleep…the nightmares…”

They will pass; ye ‘ave gotten over many of em before find someone if ye must ta sooth the pain…

Her mental shadow leaned closer and whispered in her ear.

What if ‘e saw ye like this? Ye still care fer ‘im also don’t ye? The one lad that knows yer pain the one lad that says ‘e will ‘elp ye and teach ye.

Monica’s mouth moved to the man’s name fearing to even utter it as if it will be lost if she does.

Aye las’ what about me..?

Her mental shadow’s voice shifted to the man’s as it turned Monica around and took his image as he held her arms looking down at her his scared face hidden by the shadows of his hood, even in her own mental world she sight of him her heart raced as the water around them slowly began to seeps away like the tide back home as it would lower, She hardly knows this man only that he was a friend to her first and now he is her teacher, she always felt draw to him but even now she is still uncertain if it is true.

You know where we are to meet las’ you will see me again you just have to be strong little troublemaker. Hold onto what you remember of her. The good things, no one can harm her now. Do not cry for her pain is no more, she will always be here when you need her.

The figure placed a hand directly over her heart as she looked up at him and smiled faintly as she wiped her tears away

But do not let them be of the bad moments hold onto the good ones don’t lose them. You won’t forget what they did just as I won’t but that will help shape you, you will be strong because of this and I will be there every step of the way.

The figure lowered its head and kissed Monica’s forehead as it held her arms tight before backing away and shifting into shadows and vanished as Monica opened her eyes in the real world, the ice on her arm from the trap she triggered crack and chipped off as she slowly pushed herself up standing as she wobbled getting feeling back in her legs she looked around in her dark room. She was alone still how long will she have to be alone? She wishes for someone again, To hold her and make her smile…as tears silently flowed down her face  and sat back down in her dark room. She wasn’t ready to let go of her, But the time was growing near…
Title: Re: A Celtic's Journey
Post by: Syl on September 11, 2014, 01:28:51 PM
[Old Nordic Runes]

I, do not know what happened.  I, I attempted to leave my dark prison and go back to a normal life, to explore a cave but; something happened I, I don’t remember what happened I woke on the floor of the temple me wounds were, bandaged and me face was clean. I be wearing different cloths so most will not recognize me save for me teacher who gave me these clothes. I, stayed around the temple for a few moments but, I was not ready for others so I moved north towards the lodge, No one ever looks there I was hungry and with what little gold I have left I bought some food and ale and a bed.

The food was bland the ale was watery, even with the ale me hands still tremble from the nightmare they started looking at me…watching me I finished my meal and moved to my room as I locked and trapped the floor on the inside, No one be able to disarm me traps, not without setting them off.

The bed looked soft, I’ve had a wooden floor and cold nights for nights now, But even as I lay in it. It felt empty, big enough for two but only one body; I couldn’t help but sob into the pillow. There is no one here to comfort me, to take away the nightmares. To ease me pain, I wish I wasn’t alone, I wish I didn’t do what ye asked me to. I wish ye were here holding me.

Do I tell him? The shadowed man in the mirror how I feel, my teacher? I wish to have wee babes of me own. I promised ye I would and I would name me first daughter after ye my love. But is such too soon to bring up..? My training has barely started is this its attempt to mend its wound, a chance to start over. I am unsure if I should follow it this time, Please….Gods, give me a sign what I should do.
Title: Re: A Celtic's Journey
Post by: Syl on September 12, 2014, 11:53:09 AM
[Old Nordic Runes]

Second night of training was different…, It be; difficult for me ta think of me using this stuff later down the road. I’m sure he knows it that it’s not the easiest for me to talk about, but I be doing me best ta learn. The guard is dead I’m told he was killed, two are already dead Mi, but Laine remains. I do not know if I’ll be ready for her when the time comes and the training is over, it still be difficult fer me ta think about ending a life. Even if she deserves it, for the lies, the torment, the damge, THE PAIN!!!

I shouldn’t lose meself ta me anger, I have ta stay calm and mindful so I don't over react. Unstable that be what he called her; Unstable from her emotions that happened, the las attempts ta hide, I must be watchful again. It seems he knew I was there at that abandoned building, he made me promise not to go there that if I wish to be alone find a tavern and get meself a few drinks or to find him. I felt, ashamed I didn’t think he would find out, or be concerned fer me other than ta be healthy fer me training. It was nice to hear him concerned, It reminded me that I ‘ave ot’ers that be concerned wit’ me well bein’ as well. Nat and Dante, Shay, ‘are, they be concerned. Me friends, I was wrong ta just leave wit’out tellin’ em. I ‘ope they can forgive me fer leavin’ I don’t wish ta lose anymore of me friends.

He left though, not long after dawn had come I wanted ta ask him ta stay again but I was nerves.. I pulled me hand back after reaching for his cloak while he walked away. I wanted him here, so I could sleep even if it was just ta have him sit on the edge of the bed. I think, I think It be because he reminds me of ye love, He has suffered a lot and strove ta survive and has…I think that be why I have these feelings towards him. But I don’t know if I should tell him. But for now I guess, I’ll just have to use one of me papers and place our dream catcher up and try ta get some rest…

I will still be meself even after all the training…Right?
Title: Re: A Celtic's Journey
Post by: Syl on September 16, 2014, 02:41:31 PM
[Old Nordic Runes]

Where is he? I wish he was here right now. Not as much as I wish ye were here Mi, ye would make me feel safe as well. I know ye have been watching over me and guiding me but its, hard fer me still I need someone ta hold me right now that not be me shadow. I need ta feel safe and warm. Fires feel cold ta me as I sit in this campsite I found, there was what looked like a lock on the gate but it was already removed.

A storm is growing; I can hear the thunder in the distance. I can feel it in the change of the winds; even the animals find shelter from the storm they have always been able to tell when a storm was coming. They bed down and find shelter from it. I’ve wondered what it would be like, to be one of them. Where would I fit in though?  Would I be the wolf, fierce and loyal? A hunter of the forest tracking the next meal for the pack, no I do not think that it be me. if it was I would more likely be the outcast one, the weakest of em all, sent away for not being useful to the pack.

I wish I was useful…

Would I be the bear? Powerful, strong, and brave; No I don’t think that would be me as well I think I would be more the new born cube that knows nothing and has no hope of surviving long on its own without it’s mother.

I wish I was strong…

No I don’t think I am anything that is a good sign, no I’m more like a deer, fearful skittish, just running as long as I can just hoping to make it through the day and not be eaten by the wolf. I pose no threat to anything my only thing to defend myself is run.

I have not seen me friends in many days. I have seen Sudhri and cloud but…I don’t know if they recognized me, but that might be a good thing. Perhaps It be better fer me to vanish from them. One less person for them to worry about, but I miss them so they use to make me smile when I was with them we would go exploring.  I wonder if they even noticed me not being there.

I’m just; I’m just, tired right now.

*Monica begins to drift into sleep but before she can completely fall asleep thunder wakes her up as she realizes the storm is closer and begins to pack her book away pushing herself up on the tree leaning against it. Rain begins to fall and pad against the leaves in the trees and on the ground, pushing herself off the and leaves camp heading into the storm through the Sullen woods slipping between the trees and shadows her scent washed away by the heavy rain as she makes her way towards the gray city.*
Title: Re: A Celtic's Journey
Post by: Syl on September 17, 2014, 10:35:00 AM
Her mind twisted the world around her as Monica stared at the fire in the basement of the lady’s resting place. Sleep deprivation finally taking its toll on her as images from her nightmares dance in the fire as her gaze shifts from the fire to the  shadowy corner  as her mind made her think her mental shadow had escaped her mind and move to the physical world walking up towards her.

Ye ‘ave killed someone else wit’ yer own trap las’ ‘ow does that make ye feel.

Its lips moved but the voice was still in the back of her mind as it chuckled.

“It was not me intention.” Not yer intention!? Don’t make me laugh Monica ye knew someone would ‘ave seen t’ose items ye place down and greed would ‘ave taken over and they would ‘ave walked towards em. It may not ‘ave been yer initial intention ye knew it was going ta ‘appen.
“Leave me be already, why do ye ‘ave ta torment me? I…Just want ta sleep…But I’m afraid of the nightmares…”

Monica rubs her eyes as she finishes a bottle she was holding in her other hand as the her mental shadow put its hand on her head

Yer a’ mess, Ye think she would be ‘appy seein’ this?! Face yer damn nightmare or I will take control of ye since yer weak.

Her head slumped forward as the bottle falls to the floor joining the rest of the empty bottles clanking on the ground too tired to have the will to stay awake. She will have to face her nightmare again. Drown in the blood the guilt of knowing she killed two people now her mental shadow lingering for a moment aas it slowly dissipates it’s voice echoing in her mind as it fades away.

While I enjoy tormentin’ ye and watchin’ ye try and fight me, I prefer ye ‘ealthy than like this…But I’ll ‘ave me fun wit’ ye in yer mind w’ile yer body rests…But not tonight.

She wished she was stronger, even in her dream she was too tired to struggle and break free of the chains that held her, too tired of to scream at the pain from the lashes for when she was chained to the post, too tired for when they dragged her off and threw her over the ledge into the blood below to swim back up but this nightmare did not end fast enough for her the nightmare was all too real for her. She wished she wasn’t weak.
Title: Re: A Celtic's Journey
Post by: Syl on September 18, 2014, 11:41:00 AM
[Old Nordic Runes]

I can hear them laughing, me friends, I moved ta the camp inside the fog. I didn’t mean ta make them worry, they asked about the bandages, I’m…not ready to talk about them yet, they will heal and the scars will fade. I didn’t tell me trainer where I went but, I’m sure he knows. He knew I was in the abandoned lodge I’m sure he has someone watching me.

It be, nice ta see me friends again ta know I not be alone and they care fer me, I just; I just thought I was better off alone. I almost fergot what it be like, ta have friends that care for ye, that they know ye be in pain and be sorry they weren’t there sooner and wish they were.  But that doesn’t matter now things should be getting better, I was finally able ta sleep without ah nightmare. Tabitha, played some soft music as it lulled me ta sleep, I think I can remember that tune,

I guess I should wait here fer him, I...some of the things he teaches me not be things i'm use to but, I wish to learn more, ta be stronger, ta be useful... But I'll still be me in the end right?

I should sleep again, I shouldn’t have any nightmares. Things; things will get better. And maybe I will tell him.
      I hope things will get better

*Monica closed her book as she tucks it away and falls onto the pillows in the tent falling fast asleep the melody of the song her friend played still fresh in her head, Sleep how she has missed it so, to be able to rest her heavy and weary mind there were no dreams this time, no nightmares, no mental shadows, just blissful sleep catching up on the hours of lost sleep, sleeping through the night and through most the day*
Title: Re: A Celtic's Journey
Post by: Syl on September 22, 2014, 11:51:34 AM
[Old Nordic Runes]

It could not have been helped. I cried again, I cried on me friend’s shoulder. They be there fer me and I fergot they were, I shouldn’t have left me friends without going to them first about me problems. But they say they understand. I’m told I can still remember the good part of ye MI, that I should remember that and not the pained side of ye. That I need ta come ta terms with what happened, but I don’t know how. But I know me friends will be there fer me, fer the good and bad times and when I need ta cry.

I want ta be of help again and when I left with hare and two others ta help em. I left since the other lad think, kerth or something like that be his name.. He thinks it be pathetic that I don’t kill people, what does that matter. I not be pathetic fer not doing that. Part of me wanted ta put an arrow or bolt in his arse fer callin me pathetic, but instead I left wishing hare luck and ta be safe.  I’ve only left ah few times because people think I be pathetic fer not wantin ta kill someone.

I would, like ta learn more and have more of me training, it….be things I’m not use to but, it be something ta get me mind off things puts me near someone else I like Im sure he has someone keepin an eye on me. ta make sure I don’t go back and lock meself up in that room. I need ta be around those I care fer.

I would like to see him again, it has been a while and, It would be nice ta see him.
I should try and get more sleep. I still be too tired ta resist me nightmare…I still drown all the time and sink to the bottom of that lake full of blood. I have ta be strong though I just….need time be all
I'm glad i have people that love and care fer me still. I shouldn't let em go
Title: Re: A Celtic's Journey
Post by: Syl on September 25, 2014, 02:12:04 PM
The stone streets were truly different at night even here in the port, the soft sound of water hitting against the docks and stone, the sound of the ships creaking, the soft muffle of voices in the shadows and walking under the moonlight but they didn’t know She was there behind the crates and barrels. Hidden in the shadows along the wall closing her eyes and listened to the city hearing its pulse, feeling the flow, the beat of the city as she was told about, “Everything adds to the beat of the city”. She remembers his words, she wished he was here though, he said he will teach her. But now he seems to have vanished, is this a test to see if she has learned anything so far? She didn’t want him to vanish or leave her. Her thoughts shifted between him and her dead love, how he came to her after it happened how he told her that his teachings will mean more and are needed more now than before. Could Mi have sent him to her not long after her death? Is he the one to watch over her?

She sighed a bit only to hold her breath as a few thugs came close to where she was stopping thinking they heard something, but their ears and eyes are not as skilled as Monica first thought, she still held her breath as she stood in the shadows created by the building during the night. They eventually turned and left allowing her to relax slowly letting her mind drift back into thought. Thinking of how she is going to take that first step towards letting go, that first step to forgive herself for what she did. Would she be able to, to kill the one she cared for, that she treated kindly, that she loved. How can anyone forgive themselves doing such a thing? It is difficult to do on her own, but she has to remain strong and wait for him to return. Monica crept out of the shadow as the position of the moon slowly changed over time and quietly moved into an empty warehouse trapping the door as she removed her journal and begins to write.

{Old Nordic Runes]

Today was a better day than the last. I finally got out and did something again with a friend, it was nice ta think about their safety and work on traps. And get me mind off troubling thoughts; It still be, difficult fer me ta try and not think of ye when I be alone. I promised I wouldn’t harm meself and I won’t, ye knew I be good on me promises. The only promised that I failed ta hold true fer ye was that things would get better.  I’m sorry…

I wish ta see him again soon, he helps me calm down and feel happy, what am I sayin ye always make me happy when I pray ta ye each night I know yer happy now in the halls beautiful and smiling waiting for me to join ye, enjoyin yer new family. But he makes me happy as well, did ye send him ta me when ye left? Did ye make a deal and make him promise ta watch over me and care fer me before ye came and asked me ta free ye from it all? I don’t know, but if ye did… thank ye love. He is, kind ta me, he cares and he is teaching me things. What it means ta be someone who shares my profession as he says. He will teach me to be strong, I would have asked ye a long time ago but, I do not think ye would have. Ye wanted me ta stay out of the trouble. Out of the darkness that ye were facing, things have ta get better right?

I think, I think I need ta visit our spot, but I not be sure If I can on me own yet. Maybe I should bring someone with? Maybe I should bring him. There be things I wish I could tell him, but I not be sure if it be wise.

Monica closed her journal as she tucked it away resting her head against the stone wall. She was glad she didn't have to listen to her own mental shadow she was focused enough on other things to drown out her whispering voice. Be she knows that darker side is still there sitting on her throne of shadows waiting for when Monica is weak. Time will only tell if she will continue to be stronger than her and keep control of her kind and gental heart. not letting it be tainted by madness and darkness.
Title: Re: A Celtic's Journey
Post by: Syl on September 26, 2014, 01:33:36 PM
Tonight was more difficult for Monica than others; she could hear her mental shadow whispering in the back of her mind, filling it with doubt. Not with doubt of her ability to remain unseen by the lycans that are mere feet away from her, but of doubt about the others. About her friends and those she knows, doubt that they don’t understand how she feels or what she had to go through.  Of the life she had to take, no one puts themselves in her boots, in her life. They think she doesn’t understand that everyone suffers and gets hurt; they expect her to get over it so quickly.

Doubt with the fact that they don’t understand the damage it caused to her, how it broke her mind casing nightmares to worsen, her emotions becoming unstable, depression, anger, rage, loneliness… Her mental shadows whispers twisting her friends words saying they will be there for her, but never when she needs them most.

Monica quietly walked along between the shadows of the trees avoiding the lycans as she comes to the low bridge, she knew an assassin always lurked near the bridge but she waited. She knew she would notice him sooner or later just had to listen for the snapping of a twig… or the soft crunch of leaves, Snow has not yet fully blanketed the ground white and that’s when she heard it. The leaves rustle and crunch under a foot as her eyes focused finally outlining the assassin, she knew how to be quiet, it was like tracking a deer in a way to watch where you step. To not make noise, draw the bow back and let the arrow fly piercing the heart of the deer. It was more fun to watch the assassin’s head dart toward any sound that it could hear. So she drew him away as she removed a rock from her pouch and tossed it when he wasn’t looking her way causing him to go investigate the sound his own bow ready as she listened to his ill experienced feet move along the bridge and dirt road occasionally scrapping the ground and causing a few leaves to rustle.

She watched him for a long while thinking back on the others; Do so few here actually know what it means to be human? Do they think showing emotion is a bad thing? Do people think that it’s so easy to cope with what happens? Not everyone is the same, aye everyone has suffered and knows the pain. But they just push it down bury it deep and act like it’s okay, and they say she hasn’t grown any. She has grown more in experience than most can say, hells more than any would have thought when they first seen her. She thought all these things as she finally blinked still watching the assassin as her fingers traced over the feathers of her arrows.

Her mental shadow continued to whisper in the back of her mind. Her darker side, a side that would do what it takes and more to survive, whispering how she could do it; to easily take his life a simple arrow to the heart from behind is all it would take, just past the skin and muscle between the ribs, right next to the lunges. The will to resist was becoming harder, and harder each time it came. She was losing her own mental struggle with herself. There was no inner demon, no second self it was all in her head. She was afraid; it was not like her fear of blood or spiders, or her discomfort of the mummies. No this was a different fear; it was the fear of losing her humanity. Taking a life is not something one should do easily or willingly, your ending an existence, stopping a life removing them from their family, you’re not just harming one person you’re harming those they are connected with. Their friends…their loved ones…How can people so easily take lives here just too live without thinking of those it affects? Too act like it is nothing.

Her fingers trembled over the feathers of her arrow as her heart raced, she fought it. She will continue to fight it she managed to move her fingers away holding her hand as the assassin walked past where she threw the rock and left leaving him be and moved towards her room at the inn, opening the door when she reached it closing and trapping it as she locked it and flopped onto her bed, She wondered what her teacher would think of her if she told him about this night, what would any of her friends think of her? Quinn seems to understand her wish to keep her hands free of blood and he knows of the life she was asked to take…Maybe she should speak with him. She wished her teacher was her, her shadow lad. A new face to see but he was away right now, she will see him again. She just has to hold on. She is strong; she will not give into her mental shadow. She will keep fighting as long as she has to.
Title: Re: A Celtic's Journey
Post by: Syl on September 29, 2014, 01:56:15 PM
Monica’s thoughts stirred as she lay on the pillows in the tent looking up at the opening as the smoke from the basin rose up and out of it. She didn’t have the strength to make herself go; she had to ask her closest friends to come. There was no grave stone, no marker to indicate the right place but that didn’t matter she will always remember the place, It’s both where they became one and separated hardly a month after being together. She had to say goodbye to ask for forgiveness and pray ….Goodbye, the one thing she never said that day. The one thing she feared about doing thinking it would make her forget her love forever.  She wished so hard to turn back the time and change everything when it happened, even with the days that followed after she wished to have her back. But now, that would be selfish to take her away from the joy and happiness she now has and peace she now has. She had to let go, Let go of the pain and suffering that day was causing her, let go of the sorrow she felt. But it’s so hard for her, so hard for anyone to truly let go it’s not something one can do so easily and as she was told. It will be the hardest thing for her to do, even though she has taken the first step to maybe one day letting go of that day…of that moment she didn’t know how long until she could truly come to terms. There were many more steps down her road that she is walking.

She did not stay in camp long though as night began to creep again. She was beginning to grow restless at night sometimes. Part of her wished to learn more, a different life she was learning to be able to do more than just walk quietly, she learned to walk in shadows how to remain unseen, passes, flows of the villages and those that made its heart beat. Tonight though she found herself in the stone city of Port, as night crept in she removed the grappling hook and swung it high onto a roof of a house near the docks as she climbed it before any of the thugs and murderers came out as she crouched behind the stones watching them leave their empty warehouses and hideouts.  All she could do was watch them from above listening to them on what they would do once they had enough gold, hoping some lonesome woman came by and would have their fun. Even talking about how some enjoyed doing what they do. She was disgusted by it, but she wasn’t there to listen to their talks no she was there merely to practice passing unnoticed.

She continued to walk along the roofs climbing down carefully only to quietly move up the ramps and weave between the shadows to the higher sections of the docks as she climbed a building after slipping into an alley and peered out at the sea and ships, the sight was beautiful but the moment did not last long as her mental shadow tugged at the back of her mind as she peered over the edge and saw an axe murderer below. She shook her head ignoring the pull as she looked back towards the sea. Her teacher was all she could think about at this height, how she wished he was here right now; but he was working still so for now she will just have to practice what he taught her.

Her vision blurred for a moment as she steps back from the ledge and eased herself down. She was still weak from that device, she can’t fully understand how it worked but her armor felt more study, as her vision cleared she laid back on the tile of the roof looking up at the stars. One month she was given by Sudhri to see if her soul is harder than last time before she would consider Monica joining again. Should she though? She is busy with training now and practicing on making a better bow all she can do in her free time is explore with her friends.

Thoughts swirled around in her mind as she focused and eventually made her mind calm down and relax. She was tired and still drained, but in the end she her mind settled on the thought of her training and teacher. As she looked up at the stars wondering what her next step in the training is…and if she should tell him how she feels.
Title: Re: A Celtic's Journey
Post by: poisonivy2 on September 30, 2014, 08:29:08 AM
... someone delete this please... big sorry...
Title: Re: A Celtic's Journey
Post by: Syl on October 02, 2014, 05:02:22 PM
Tonight was another night for training her teacher finally came and sat with her in front of the fire her heart raced a bit as he took his place next to her. They talked for a while before they set out toward the well which leads to the sewers.

The smell, it reeked down below the city, the foul stench of sewage and muck as the rickety planks creaked and groaned even under her steps under the makeshift bridges. Only to listen to a few lose logs fall in the stew below as she was told it's called. The heart beat could be felt even below, as she closed her eyes to listen to it. it was difficult for her to focus on it while down below though, water dripped from above at least she hoped it was water. But she still heard and felt the beat and the pulse of life below the village above it was faint, but she heard it.

Their trip did not end there though; they pressed further on through the filth and rats through sewage up to their shine bones until they reached the door to the city below a place filled with thugs and shady folk, a place where in order to rule you must be strong. But to be strong you mast have gold allowing you to buy more strength and thus acquire more gold a never ending cycle of power and gold each needing the other to maintain itself. A place filled with freaks and people looking like they were kicked in the face ten times by a mare.

If they place their hand on a weapon it is more for intimidation to scare one of, it is the weapon that is unseen one should worry about. The person that is calm and collected is the biggest danger in a crowed like this. She felt out of place and nerves doing her best to keep a calm look about her as she watched her teacher and how he interacted with the large person behind the makeshift bar. Before more of her training could begin they came across an unexpected person who both her and her teacher seemed in disbelief to see each other.  They all talked for hours catching up introducing each other to the other as what Monica could only guess be almost dawn she yawned finally growing tired. She was hoping for more training but she was glad to see her teacher in such a good mood, she learned more about him that night but he is still a shadow to her in a way. Many secrets lie inside him that she doesn't know of. But she left them after a while and said she will wait for him at the Bell.

Monica did not leave the undervillage right away though, she pulled her hood back up as she walked along to a make shift shop and looked over the freakish runt's wares. The traps were small and not very strong but they are useful for those who are learning. A part of her was curious about the poisons she was told about that could be bought down here. Only seeing a few select vials but none of them like the ones she was shown. Some that numbed the mind and made things hazy, another that applied to a cloth causes someone to fall asleep once inhaled. The one that made her nerves and curious all the same was a vial filled with a clear liquid. She was told when it was shown to her that once ingested it quickly works and stops the heart killing the person. She saw none of those poisons at the runt, only poisons from giant bees and spiders.

She slowly left the Runt be and looked down the hall to the door that lead to her teacher only to sigh a bit before heading up through the sewers and up to the Bell and paid for a room, heading up and washing up lowering herself in a wooden tub. She smelled of the sewers and she hated that smell, it's a smell that will give you away when you are up on the surface. Finally relaxing as she looked at the small room, it was not like the one in the village past the mountains. Her room there was larger much larger but the room will suffice here. Resting her head against the edge of her wooden tub her eyes blinked slowly staring up at the ceiling; it bothered her ah little though as her mental shadow slowly crept into her thought whispering in her ear as she tried to wave it away but it was persistent. She tormented her and laughed as the candle light began to dim and flicker causing the shadows on the wall to twist and turn as she stared at her own shadow as it danced on the wall with the flickering light.

My las’ ye wish ta learn about poisons that not be like ye at all.
“Leave me be wit’ that, I…I ‘ave ta learn new thin’s ta survive, I-“ O’ sure ye do and the next step be ye killin’ someone. Ye stood t’ere that night watchin’ the assassin ye know ye did, ye felt it. Yer ‘eart racin’ as ‘e was unaware of yer presence, ye could ‘ave simply knocked an arrow and let it fly. Just like ‘untin a’ deer.
“SHUT UP!.. it not be like ‘untin.  I, I was just there ta test what I know so far…"

A figure stood there lurking in the shadows as it walked close revealing to be her own shadow self only to grab Monica's throat and hiss into her ear squeezing as she does.

It only be a’ matter las’ In the end, it will ‘appen just wait. Ye will be crawlin’ ta me fer the will ta end a’ life…Just as ye begged me ta ‘elp last time.

Monica's eye burst open as she lurched forward splashing water around her breath was frantic as she swallowed hard; the shadows dancing against the wall as she looked around slowly calming herself. “It was only a’ dream…”

A dream none the less that felt all too real as she finish washing up and dressed in her kilt and moved to a mirror turning and looking at the scar that covers her back, moving a hand back letting her fingers run along it before she shivered and grabs a shirt putting it on covering her scar once more.
She has come far in many ways…
Title: Re: A Celtic's Journey
Post by: Syl on October 10, 2014, 05:17:37 PM
Monica laid there on her bed; she spent another night in the Bell she closed her eyes as thoughts of home slowly filled her mind, thoughts of her family, of her mother and father; of how she would go hunting some morning with her father and bring home the meal, helping her mother raise her four siblings. Playing with them, teaching them small things she knows. Thoughts of her own childhood where she would run around the house and cause some trouble for her parents. But the night would not allow her joyful thoughts to last long.  Lightning flashed as the thunder roared causing her to open her eyes in a shock looking around; light from the moon illuminated the room casting the shadows against the floor and wall.

It was another lonely night to herself in her room, but she didn’t feel alone. Her eyes shifted towards the shadows on the wall as they shifted and twisted with each flash of lightning changing their shapes only to return to their original shape of the objects’ shadow. There were many things that bothered her since she has come to this world. Many fears, she was not afraid of the shadows but she was wary of them. Mainly her own, her nightmares and dreams of her shadow finally coming to life made her the most nerves. Even though she tells herself it’s only a voice that’s not real, that it is all in her head, shadows can’t come to life.

She couldn’t help but rub the back of her head though; she knew part of her was wrong. She has never been the same since she came here, there has been a…force tugging at the cords of her life trying to push her to doing things she wouldn’t normally do. This world gave it a voice. It gave it a form, her form just darker. It was all in her head just a mental image nothing that can fully take control of her. Back home she would not fear her for she knew she wasn’t real. But here, here it all felt all too. The constant fighting this other side slowly wearing how down, but she fights it.

Monica stared at the wall where her shadow was sitting on its own bed looking right back at her with its blank face. Rain continued to beat against the roof and the window as the soft roll of thunder could be heard above. Whatever forces at work here in this world that tugged at the cords of her life and gave her a mental shadow are trying to push her towards something she rather not be.  Sighing she calmed down, looking back at her shadow lighting flashed across the sky brightening the room causing her eyes to play tricks on her showing her mental shadow as clear as day standing in front of her only to lung and vanish as lightning streaked across the sky brightening the room again causing her heart to race grabbing her dagger under her pillow and throwing at the image only for it to sink into the wall into her shadow on the wall. In tears all she could do is pull the pillow close and grab another dagger from her pack and stare at the dagger now stuck in the wall.

“Why didn’t ‘e just stay?”
Title: Re: A Celtic's Journey
Post by: Syl on October 13, 2014, 12:00:27 PM
Tossing and turning Monica stirred in her sleep tormented by thoughts of the future, of the possibilities, of what she may become. Fear woke her up just a few hours before sunrise sitting upright and breathing heavily she rushed over to the mirror looking over her face and eyes. Finally calming down she moved back to her bed and sat down on the edge digging in her pack and removing her journal and some ink and a quill, dipping the quill she took a few breathes to steady herself and began to write.

[Old Nordic Runes]

Why did I have this nightmare, I want to help him I do, I owe him so much fer helping me and saving me. But what was asked, my friend; Gods what am I to do. My nightmare makes me nerves, I was talking ta me friends and having a good time but they began ta vanish one by one and disappear until none remained only to hear a laugh. I looked around for the laughter only to come across a mirror with me image in it. I thought it was me mental shadow again. But I was wrong;

I looked meself over making sure all was well but something seemed off. I heard the laugher again as I looked around and back at the mirror and that’s when I panicked. My image changed from my own to that elf’s to the one that betrayed Mi, the liar. I got scared looking myself over I was her. I screamed and punched the mirror in fear.

I don’t want ta be like her, I’m not like her. I not be ah liar I, I don’t betray me friends. I don’t hurt people. Did I have this nightmare because of what I was asked ta do..?
Forefathers help me please. What must I do right now I feel so lost and I’m scared. I don’t wish ta lose meself and become like her. I still want to be me….

Monica closed her book as she looked over at the mirror one last time seeing her own reflection only to hear her mental shadow echo in the back of her mind as she looked out the window. It was still night the moon was just beginning to set over the houses as she lay back down staring at the ceiling.

‘ow is it las’ that ye ‘ave gone this long, and yet ye still think ye can still be yer old self?
“I’m not listenin’ ta ye, yer not real.” Not real!? I think ye ferget las’ I am real. Sure I may not ‘ave the physical form. But ye give me shape. Ye give me a’ body, all in yer ‘ead. Ye and I are one.

“No we’re not! LEAVE ME ALONE!”  Her mental shadow chuckled as Monica crawled out of bed again and moved towards the mirror placing her hand on it her eyes playing tricks on her giving her mental shadow a physical form as it lingers behind her draping it’s shadowy arms around her shoulders, She knew it wasn’t truly there but she felt it all the same.

I know ye will continue ta fight me las’ Ye and I bot’ know it; ‘ow ever…

Her shadow leaned close and whispered in her ear as it held her tight, it’s voice like a wind passing by her ear as it faded with the rising sun leaving her with a terrified look on her face staring at the mirror. Monica slowly regained her composure as she readied herself for the day and left her room.

“Forefat’er, gods, Mi….Please watch over me…”
Title: Re: A Celtic's Journey
Post by: Syl on October 15, 2014, 02:44:13 PM
A sound sleep, it was something she has not had in such a long time. Not since the death of her love; she was happy though, she wished for more. She told him that nothing would happen that it was only sleep and this was true. For she wasn’t ready for that step all she wanted was sleep. Someone to take her away from the nightmares the loneliness, she wanted someone to block out her shadow so she couldn’t hear her for the night. As she changed into her night clothes he noticed the scar that she now calls her back and asked about it. After placing her hand on if as much as she could she smiled faintly and explained what she could recall, she told him about the pit fiends and the falling rocks from the sky, she told him how she remembered behind held by magik as the pit fiends clawed at her back. Twice this happened in the same trip nearly crippling her rendering flesh and muscle breaking bones, she was lucky they didn’t break her spine. It was obvious she has seen much here and been through more than what her smile shows.

Monica did not hate the scar nor did she feel bad for receiving it, for to her it was proof she was strong when others thought she wasn’t aye she got hurt, but she is still standing. They finally went to lay down on the bed as his eyes looked to the other scar on the left of her neck that slide towards the front evidence of a blade being held there. But Monica did not care she was happy to have someone to hold in her sleep, holding him close she curled up and rested her head against his chest she could hear the beat of his heart and the sound of air filling and leaving his lungs. He did not hold her the same way though, he merely laid there for her but it was enough for now to ease this weary heart. She smiled softly as she drifted into a peaceful sleep.

She woke the next morning to the sound of light waves crashing against the stone and ships the smell of the sea entering in through the cracked window she smiled as she rolled over to place her hand on the one who was there for her only for her eyes to quickly open as her hand fell flat against the bed. He was not there, but the spot was still warm her smile slowly turned into a frown as she grabbed the pillow and held it close wishing it was still him, her mental shadow giggled in the recess of her mind slowly growing louder. She covered her ears wishing she didn’t come now but she just woke up and her mind quickly rushed with the events of the day prior and her shadow wasn’t about to let her forget it.

‘e left ye las’, ‘ow does that make ye feel? Ta know that ‘e was right t’ere. ‘ow ‘e said ‘e would stay wit’ ye the night but when ye woke ‘e was not t’ere.  “ ‘e…’e ‘ad ta leave I, I understand why.”

Do ye? Because I don’t think ye know what ye be getting’ inta and yet ye still think ye can ‘old onta yer innocence, ye lay t’ere and think ye might not ‘ave ta kill again. All yer friends do it, -all- -of- -em-….The last three words echoed in her mind like a wind through a cave as Monica shook her head trying to not listen but it never worked.

The pat’ before ye las’ be riddled wit’ shadows… ye think ye can walk in t’ere and still keep yer light?! It will draw back t’ose shadows and reveal thin’s that should not be seen. As ‘e said; –They- will come after ye.

Falling silent Monica rolled onto her back and stared up at the ceiling, she knew her mental shadow was only in her mind. But she felt like it was floating right in front of her. the shadow’s face just inches from her own mirroring her, smiling its twisted smile as it looked down at her only for Monica to swing her legs over the edge and stare down at her physical shadow as it slowly stretched across along the floor of the room with the sun as it continued to riase.

Name one person las’ one person, that ‘as not killed anyone Mmm? Can ye do it?! Quinn? ‘e confessed that ‘is ‘ands aren’t clean…Cloud? I’m sure ‘e ‘as killed someone as well…Sudhri?! We already know the las’ talks about turnin’ folks inta boots if they steal from ‘er so we know she ‘as killed people…Nat, Dante, MI…all of em…

Just face it las’. Monica could feel the imaginary cold touch of her shadow on her shoulder as it draped it’s arms around her brushing her cheek as she looked away. Yer all alone and ye cling ta yer morals like they be what matter ‘ere. We’re goin’ ta die if ye don’t ‘ide yer light….

Tears began to slowly roll down her face as she felt her shadow slowly grow larger trying to engulf her, to swallow her whole it could feel her will slowly fading, this world is like a poison, swift acting on most but it has seen very few like Monica so it was a slow poison. Drawing it out on how long it took to corrupt her, to break her, to make her go mad poisoning her mind trying to reach her tender soul that was still good in nature. It was becoming difficult and the more she thought on it the more it seemed like a losing battle.

She didn’t know what to do; the words of her mental shadow weighed heavily on her, she could feel it slowly trying to take hold of her heart as it beat faster and faster, Monica’s thoughts raced to try and find some light to hold onto. And she remembered her family, she remembered the friends she made. The loves she has and of those that love her, they all were for her and wouldn’t want to see her fall. She remembers the talk about her scar, how its physical proof that she is strong, she remembers how she stood up to a woman who looked ready to kill her without batting an lash in front of the tavern just to protect her friend.

The more she thought about these things the stronger she felt, the more she resisted letting her light be snuffed out, Monica refused to lose this test, to let herself be controlled by a dream or a nightmare. Her shadow cursed slowly letting her go returning to the depths of her mind. She was strong, strong in her belief, strong in her love for her friends, and strong in her will. This battle between light and darkness swirling inside her is not over;

No…The battle of will continues to rage on.
Title: Re: A Celtic's Journey
Post by: Syl on October 20, 2014, 01:51:27 PM
Walking along the woods south of the great port city Monica left her friend early morning before the sun raised, her thoughts racing with the talk they had; she was correct in her own way that she was being watched. Her thoughts shifted towards Quinn, in all the time she has known him she has never seen him so concerned before or act the way he did. He was right though they are family in a way and each has watched over the other. It brought a smile to her face as she leaned against the tree looking up at the clouds as they passed by, a family it is nice to have one again someone who she could call a brother in a way through bond.

Monica wished she could continue to think on such happy thoughts but her shadow self didn’t allow that, she clawed at the back of Monica’s mind bringing back the thoughts she wished she didn’t think of. She chuckled and twisted the thoughts in Monica’s mind as she looked down from the clouds and moved back into the shadow of the trees.

Well, seems yer bein’ watched more than ye thought.

Monica didn’t want to listen to it she wrapped her bandaged up arms around herself in the end though. She knew her shadow self was right. There are many that are watching her now, many eyes in the shadows.

“Why are they watchin’ me..? ‘ow many be watchin’ me…?”  Monica looked back around the tree as she heard the occasional traveler passing by as she kept to the shade. She was growing nerves with the thought of being watched

Many of em, per’aps very few, we know now that ot’ers that be friends wit’ ‘er may be keepin’ an eye on us. Ye also know of some ot’ers that be watchin’ ye. Maybe even that black line las’, “ She ‘as been actin’ a’ bit odder I guess.” Aye odder than the first time ye met ‘er, can even see it in ‘er clot’s they not be the same as before, not that brown eart’y color no now they be black..

Monica shook her head trying to get rid of the thoughts she would prefer to think of anything else other than watching eyes. Monica resumed tracking a deer through the woods the day slowly dragged on as she focused on the tracking doing her best to ignore her mental shadow.

The hours of the day slowly passed by as she found her deer and dropped it with an arrow to the heart, as she quickly cleaned and dressed it steadying her nerves doing her best to ignore the blood on her hands and quickly wash it off her hands. She didn’t want to remember that, she wished she could forget it. The image still fresh in her mind even after these months that have passed sense, she can still see the blood on her hands, she can still feel the weight of Mi’s lifeless body in her arms. But her mental shadow will not let her, it taunts her with it; forces her to remember night after night that she killed her.

Thoughts of her love slowly moved into her mind of pleasant times but as soft as they came they were harshly ripped away from her with the image of that liar with two eyes. A rage slowly built inside her again, She hated her; she caused so much pain to her, to Mi, to so many others. And yet she still lives. Never has she felt so mad at someone, not even Izen.

Monica’s hands twitched lightly as the water dripped off her fingers onto the ground her thoughts still raced fixated on the lying fey. She seen her in camp, she watched her vanish right in front of her at the camp, she won’t forget it. She knows that she is truly alive still and breathing, clenching her eyes shut Monica got herself under control, she can’t lose control to anger, she has to chain it down and cast it away. The fey will have her time. Her mental shadow began reciting the poisons Monica has learned from her training. Resting her head against the tree she was tired her shadow slowly drifted back into the depth of her mind as Monica quietly finished the rest.

Night was going to fall soon; she sat down in the grass and looked up at the sky through the leaves of the trees. She wanted to close her eyes and rest a bit but she was to nerves of who might be watching her so she just sat there, her mind finally free for her own again for the rest of the day and into the night.
Title: Re: A Celtic's Journey
Post by: Syl on October 21, 2014, 01:45:47 PM


Monica sat down on one of the benches in the church, the bell to the church has long been destroyed but she imagined its sound as like it would echo throughout the large stone hall. Closing her eyes Monica rested her hands on her book as she focused on the imaginary bell as her mind drifts with each toll before she finally opened her book and picked up her quill and began to write

[Old Nordic Runes]

It be, a long time I guess since I have wrote down anything many things be happening around me but; before I speak of that let me write down about me family while I can. I miss them so; I do not know how long it has been since I was taken. The seasons here, they pass by so quickly it seems just as quick as winter goes it comes back just as fast. But my family, I have not had much time to fully think on them, to remember them I have been so busy and lost I feel I have almost forgotten me roots.

I remember me mother; she was a kind woman and ah loving mother she has longer hair flowing down to the middle of her back than I da always told me I got me mother’s hair and her curls. She tended our wounds when we got hurt as wee children; she made us our meals when da and I would out for our hunt. I remember the first time she got mad, blast that was ah scary thing to see. Me da never again commented on her food even if it was to be funny. I remember cooking with mother, the smell of the seasons and herbs, the smell of the mushrooms I would have gathered while hunting and brought back as they cooked in the stew, I remember the taste of the first deer I had managed to finally claim and she made me cook it though she was watching me making sure I didn’t burn it. I remember when I got sick and she would bring me warm broth to drink and feel better. Oh the stories she would tell us were so exciting made me fall in love with telling stories of me own.

Me da; he was a big man with a thick beard and hair which fell just past his ears it was wild and untamed most the time always looking like he just rolled out of his bed, to me he always seemed as big as ah bear when I was little.  [Monica chuckles a bit in thought dipping the quill and begins writing again] I guess even now he still would seem like a bear. To others he would look terrifying in his size but he had a kind heart towards those he loved, he taught me how to hunt. He made me first bow and helped me practice, I use to be really good with me bow I also remember me first knife he gave me, I cut me hand on it not long after I first got it while we were in the woods mother wasn’t around so he got mad but he tended me cut and told me that the knife not be something ye play with, that it be a tool. He told me how when mother was carrying me before I came into the world he was hoping for a boy, but he was none the less proud and joyful that I came into the world. Mother wasn’t very keen on the idea of raising me like I be a boy, Da knew I was ah las but he was happy to see me take interest in hunting and other things. I didn’t go out hunting with him often until mother had me first brother I helped her raise me siblings to ease the burden off her until they were older to help around the house.

Me siblings; I be the oldest of five, three lads and two las’s and two of them be twins, we were quiet the handful at times always running off having fun whenever we could. We had to start growing more food to help feed all the mouths so we not be hunting every day and thinning the deer out. But me siblings helped when they became older. How I miss spending time with them, hiding from each other just for one to find us all. I was a bit older but they would tackle da when we got home from the hunt and it was funny to watch. Oh how I miss them all so much. They all know I be strong though. I do not care what others say here, me family know I be alive where ever I be.

Setting her quill back into the inkwell Monica looked around her sighing watching the priests and laymen walk around the church lighting the many candles and pray at the statue of their god. Closing her eyes again her mind would let her ears hear the imaginary bell ringing again announcing its time for prayer, its voice ringing throughout the village she could hear their soft prayers in the temple with what few priests and laymen there were. She was thankful that they gave her privacy only stopping by asking if she needed anything before returning to their duties. She has not seen the old priest in a long time and wondered if he was still around. Opening her eyes Monica picked up her quill again as she turned the page and returned to writing.

[Old Nordic Runes]

I cannot help but think of what Quinn has said though about one of me friends. Vampyres, could such be true? While I know Quinn would never lie to me I can only hope that it not be true for I know so little about such things, Vampyres; I find meself thinking on some of me lessons the lessons of hiding in the shadows, of feeling the pulse and flow of the night I honestly miss the time with my teacher. It was comforting in a way to have another that knows my pain in some form or another. But what am I to do right now, we haven’t meet in a couple nights now since the last time since the undervillage. Perhaps it is best to wait for my teacher to come to me again.

Vampyres; I know so little about them and what I know be even less helpful to me. They look human, so very much like me or anyone else, it be hard to tell who be human and who be a vampyre yet since I have been here I have seen many accuse others of being such just for being out at night. I’m told their skin be cold to the touch, I guess I wouldn’t know if this be true since I have seen only one or two… I remember the first one I seen though; she did not look like one though. It was a las in armor and people were accusing her of being a vampyre, I spoke up and tried to defend her which at that time didn’t seem a mistake. But she turned to me with her sword drawn and moved towards me, I remembered the fear I had inside me with only me dagger to protect meself. Me mind told me to run but me legs wouldn’t move, I stood in front of Nat trying to keep me friend safe as best I could. Who eventually pulled me into the inn away from the las, Sabel; I remember the name now I heard her name many times over but I could never remember it.

I don’t know if it be the soft prayers I hear right now or if it be because I’m in a church, I could not help but think of Laine. And while she makes me so mad but I wonder if it’s right for me to seek vengeance on her. Since I have been here I have seen many talk about getting back at those that wronged them, I am no different but I did not voice it aloud. I have wished the lying fey paid for what she has done, the hurt she caused Mi, and the suffering she caused others. And yet; I feel pity for her, pity that perhaps she has been mistreated which caused her to become what she is. Pity that she will always be a liar because she cannot get out of her lies; if it comes to it and she were in front of me and I held the fate of her life in my hands, would I do it…?

I have said before and wrote it down many times, taking a life is not something one should do so easily. It should be thought over carefully it takes more strength to forgive someone than to give in to the anger and end it. An eye for an eye as I have heard a few call it; I can only wonder what is the right choice in the very end of it all.

For now I will give it more thought while I am calm perhaps when I go back to me room to rest I’ll go over the things I have learned again.

Monica sighs softly as she closed her journal and put away everything as she looked back up towards the roof of the church, she could still hear the bell ringing in her mind as she left the church and looks up towards the castle looming above the city on the cliff before she began to walk the streets while the sun was still out.



             AN EYE FOR AN EYE MAKES THE WHOLE WORLD BLIND
Title: Re: A Celtic's Journey
Post by: Syl on October 24, 2014, 02:09:42 PM
Monica’s body trembled as she sat there against the wall of her room, her arms propped on her knees as her hands and fingers twitched lightly, blood dripping from her fingers onto the floor from a bite wound that reopened on her hurried walk up to her room and locking her door. Her eyes wide with fear after leaving him in a hurry, her mental shadow slowly crept its way back into her mind.

‘e knows somethin’ be wrong now, ‘e know ye know somethin’

Monica merely shook her head franticly trying to ignore the whisper in her mind

Why do ye ‘ave to be such a bad liar, yer dumb arse las’ why ..why…WHY!!!?!

Tears began to roll down her face as she pressed her head against the wall staring up at the ceiling of her room looking up at the shadows cast on it from the light passing through her window.

So, what now las’ do ye still care fer ‘im..? It was times like these Monica’s imagination becoming too real to her as it gave her mental shadow life; it gave her a body just like her as she looked over at her shadow self, sitting next to her the same way she was.

WELL!?

“I…I…I Don’t…I don’t know.” O’ don’t give me that shite las’. Her shadow shifted and moved right to her face its hollowed voice echoing in her mind as it’s dark lips moved; I can feel yer emotions still, stirring  yer conflicted,ye still care fer ‘im and yet, yer completely terrified now because ye don’t know truly what lies a’ead.

Moving to her feet Monica removed a few traps and laid them down setting them near her door moving back quickly after hearing footsteps walking outside and past her door her shadow draping it’s arms over her as she stood there looking down her path of traps leading to her locked door.

She shuddered as she turned away and moved towards her bed; her shadow self melded back into the floor as she sat down removing her water skin and washing off her hands drying them in a fur before removing her journal and quill.

[Old Nordic Runes}

I be, confused, nerves scared, I feel; I feel overwhelmed with things now. Rue, I feel like I failed her now. I didn’t tell him but yet I didn’t have too I couldn’t hide that something was wrong. I’m, I’m sorry Rue please forgive me.

I don’t know what ta do, I don’t know if he is still down there or if he be outside me door even now. I don’t know what be going ta happen I; I still care fer him but I, I don’t know if it be the right thing ta be, I don’t know if he just used me.

I’m scared ta leave me room now, all I can do is lock me door and rig it and think, I need ta get me thoughts straight. I might, I might just be over reacting and none of this be true, I might have hurt his feelings and made him think less of me now for such a thing. But what if I not be, What if I just sealed me fate and now I have nowhere to go.

What am I to do, what am I to do, what am I to do, what am I to do, WHAT AM I TO DO!?!?!?!

I be trapped, and no one can get me out of this one without trapping themselves, I have me papers, and I have me traps, and me mind, I just; I just have to keep calm and I can make it out of this. I pray I can make it out of this;

Setting her journal down and packing it away and removed some bandaged as she began to cover her bite wound slowly moving back to a section of her room where she can watch the windows, seconds turned to minutes, minutes turned to hours but one hour seemed like a lifetime now to her. Her heart raced as she whispered to herself a gaelic prayer over and over into the night, until she falls asleep.

But there was no peaceful rest for her, her might twisted and turned filled with nightmares, fangs blood and screams but she couldn't escape it. she couldn't wake from her nightmare as she begged for it to stop but the nightmare continued to torment her through out the night in her locked room.
Title: Re: A Celtic's Journey
Post by: Syl on October 25, 2014, 08:23:25 PM
Her head rested against his chest, his leather and skin were burned from the trap he triggered trying to leave her room before she woke, her eyes lingered on the dagger that came so close to ending her very life as she watched it's poison drip from the blade, her crossbow resting against her pack as a bolt dug into the wall and another near the door; wires of a trap limp from being trigger as bites of acid run down the wooden wall slowly dissolving into nothing they were to tired and exhausted mentally to get out of their cloths so they laid there atop the covers.

They each held the other's life in their hands but she couldn't do it, she could not bring herself to kill him. She cared for him, she loved him; She did not wish to lose another love that brought her joy, She knew no one would understand her choice but her alone. She struggled as she stood there moments before her crossbow held high pointed at his chest, her shadow whispering in her mind to end his life; that he tried to kill her and he will do it again.

Her eyes slowly closed as he held her close, she missed the feeling of being held by another that cared for her as such. dreams slowly filled her mind as she smiled in her sleep only for the dreams to end as her shadow slowly crawled from the back of her mind into her dreams;

So, what are ye goin' ta chose las' "Cant ye leave me be tonight?! let me be 'appy again wit' someone I love." Ye 'ave ta chose las' t'ere be no avoidin' it now. Wet'er 'e said it or not that ye will be safe and than none will come after ye, that ye not be a' threat. ye 'ave ta make a choice.

Her dream world changed around her, fog slowly rolled in as two paths were laid out in front of her, She had this choice before and she remember the price for picking one of the paths. Her shadow drifted behind her as it whispered the options in her ear as she looked to each path; she knew she had to decide as she lifted a foot and set it down into the dirt ahead of her taking a step, and another and another. She looked back at her shadow as it chuckled at her and shook it's head before slowly drifting over to her and joining.

Ye sure this be the right choice? "Aye...I know now that...good people do bad thin's sometimes but that does not make them bad people, and I 'ave made mistakes and I still be payin' fer one of em." Monica's shadow double chuckled as it slowly seeped back into the ground reattaching to her feet as she took another step. She did not decide on left or right though, no she decided to make her own path one that is uncharted and one few have dared to walk down as she stepped into the fog slowly. There was no turning around or going either left or right.... good or bad.... her path is uncertain now.

She awoke as morning came and smiled to see him still there as he promised. they had to leave though, she did not tell him her answer there but she will soon; very soon
Title: Re: A Celtic's Journey
Post by: Syl on October 30, 2014, 11:55:00 AM
Sitting there atop the roof of the Bell Monica looked out over the city as she held out a hand catching the snowflakes as they melted in her palm. Her mind raced with thoughts. She thought of her answer to him and if it is even possible, she thought of her friends and of how they all care for her. Wrapping herself in the thick fur cloak she wore Monica looked up at the night sky, her foot propped against the bottom of where the smoke shaft meet the roof preventing her from sliding off. Monica couldn’t help but smile that she has people who care for her. Her smile grew as her thoughts moved towards the one she loved; her lad of shadows; praying he was safe, and hoped they will meet again soon.

Over and over the decision circled though her mind shortly after thinking of him, Monica only hoped that he would understand and agree with it. She shivered as a cold wind passed through, tugging the thick fur cloak more around her as she looked back at her footsteps in the snow leading towards the other edge. Monica’s thoughts returning to why she came up to the roof this night, another nightmare, though this one was not influenced by her shadow double. The horrors of this land fueled her mind with thoughts of monsters and things that may lurk still underground.

Another shudder passed through her; she didn’t see the monster in her nightmare very well for wherever she was it was dark and damp. But she saw it still; arms outreached from the ground reaching out and grabbing her leg pulling her in closer, towards a large hunched figure. Blood seemed to drip from it's body; it’s teeth were jagged and yellow as it drooled staring at her with it's empty eye sockets, it’s mouth opening wide as it began crawl closer to her, she struggled to break free from the hands and screamed as it prepared to bite off her head only to wake sitting up right.

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Monica calmed herself down as she thought of the ball that was coming up in the Port village, the sun slowly began to raise as she stood and moved back towards her ledge hanging over her window as she grabbed the rope and moved back into her room gathering her gear and headed out. She wanted to see her friends again and her brother.

As she left the city walls of the grey city she looked back in thought of her man of shadows before she re-shouldered her pack and headed out her tracks being covered by the falling snow. Hopping to leave her nightmare behind with the new day ahead.
Title: Re: A Celtic's Journey
Post by: Syl on October 31, 2014, 02:16:00 PM
Sitting on a roof top near the ruined church in the docking quarter of port Monica looks out at the setting sun its reflection dancing on the unfrozen sea as waves roll up to the ships crashing against them lightly, the thugs and thieves will be roaming the streets soon. Preying on those they think are weaker or carry more gold hoping to relieve their burden. She could only help but sigh and rub the back of her shoulder slipping her fingers under her cloak and top feeling the scar, moving her hand away Monica rested her back against a chimney as she removed her journal and quill as she dipped it and began to write.

[Old Nordic Runes]

Me mind, stirs I guess ye can say; the thought of me friends attemptin ta save that, Freak; No; she not be ah freak, A liar aye, but no freak. Damaged and broken by the folks that run that prison. I cannot tell if she be tryin ta start anew or if it just be another lie. I have said ah few times now, I hate her fer all the damage she has caused to us betraying people she called friends and yet, I be feelin sorry and pity her, I feel sorry for the pain that was caused ta her, ta know that; that maybe if it were different that if she had friends that cared fer her sooner that, she might not have ended up like what she be now. I still don’t know if I can forgive her fer what she has done now after the first time I forgave her.

I, have still had much time to think upon me request fer him, I hope he will accept the request and understands. I, I don’t wish ta lose another love when I have the chance ta protect them. I can’t lose another one, I won’t;

I cannot help but think of Quinn, he truly be like ah brother here fer me. He cares so much fer me safety and worries for me very often it seems, I can only imagine what he would do if I was ever captured or hurt. I care fer him and wish to not have him worry about me so much but that be family right? I hope to see him again soon; perhaps I’ll try and visit him during that ball thing. I’m sure he would be happy to see me there I haven’t seen him since the day he visited me at me room. 

I have also spoken with Cloud, the lad be one of the very few I feel like I can relate to in a way. He, understands? I think he understands, even if it just be a bit he seems to understand my belief of not killing people and doesn’t question it. Nor does he consider me weak fer believing such, he seems to understand how it be difficult fer me to still come to terms with what happened and feels sorry that I had to. I, don’t know if I can tell him that his las- She makes me nerves now, to think she used to be kind. A little rough but she was kind in her own ways. Whatever caused this change in her I can only hope she finds herself again before she be lost in this cruel world.

It be funny when I think about it, this world be so cruel at times like a never ending nightmare that just gets worse and worse. But yet; if ye look close enough or know where ta look, there still be beauty to it; masked by the harshness aye but it still be there and I think people just don’t look at it or overlook it. Seeing only what they wish to see preventing the hidden beauty to show. But; perhaps this just be me trying to make a dream in this nightmare.

Can people truly just let go of hope and joy?  And think those who hold onto it, who cling to it to try and better this place, are foolish and weak? The nightmare has to end eventually….
 

   
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“Nightmares end… But they shouldn't end who you are.”
Title: Re: A Celtic's Journey
Post by: Syl on November 03, 2014, 01:54:29 PM
Looking out over the lower levels, out to the waters where the Moon’s light dance upon the streets still filled with the talk and whispers of the incident of the theater, of the women poisoned; how this might affect the theater. As she removed her journal and quill, her hand trembling lightly as she dips it and writes, a few tear falling onto the page.

[Old Nordic Runes]

Death…that seemed ta be the main theme for the day; death at the theater, and all I wanted ta do was see Hare and give him my support. The place seemed more of greed durin that, auction thing… paying way more than needed fer magikd metal boots. But I won’t get into that;


I meet a wee lad tonight; His name was Leander Hoppy and he was the husband of Renee. The wee las I met only a few times. After he talked with ah rude las we left and headed into the cathedral, it was a very large place, damaged all around as water dripped from the ceiling. We spoke fer ah while in there and, I told him my story; -OUR- story; I don’t know why but, I felt like it might have helped him in some manor to know I understand his pain.

I told him how I loved ye how I was always there fer ye and ye were there fer me. I told him how you were abused, tormented, how others hurt ye, laughed, tortured and yet through it all ye held onta me. How ye called me yer light and ye didn’t wish ta see me hurt; I told him how we were wed, just you and I under the Moon in out forest and how we loved to be with each other.

But our love was tested far more than we hoped, things didn’t get better fer ye and they still laughed at ye, they still lied ta ye, they HURT YE MI; I hurt ye, I told him that I made a mistake without thinking and hurt ye and that I left fer the grey village passed the mountains and the castle. I wish I could explain to him how it felt but nothing would be easy to explain that. I finally told him how ye found me again, how ye asked if I would forgive ye. How ye asked me if I would free ye from it all, the pain, the suffering, the madness, the hurt.

I told him how we went back to our forest, away from everyone back where we were wed; how we cried as we held each other as we prayed. I know ye were afraid and ye wanted me ta come with but I couldn’t so ye made me promise ta have ah family, I promised ye that I would name me first daughter after ye, so that ye will be with me again. In the end after telling him how I freed ye with me own hands, how the blood still haunts me and how at some nights I still dream of ye. Some of them good, others not so good; I cried but he lean on me in comfort. as he spoke softly of a few things.

I finally gave him me answer ta his question he asked the rude woman. Does time heal all wounds?
No, at least not fully; the wound will heal aye but the scar will remain. The most ye can do is fill that wound with pleasant memories before it be filled with too many painful ones there will be times where it will still hurt but that be normal.

Leander, I know we hardly know each other…I am sorry fer yer loss I truly am, I hardly knew Renee but what I knew of her she was a kind las and had a good heart. There be times where ye will want ta be alone and that’s okay. But remember yer friends care fer ye, and it be okay to cry. I hope yer dream ta do what yer wife wished ta happen after her death happens, I pray yer able ta do that trust fund fer the other lightfoots. And I pray that ye will find the courage ta still make that house in the country side not just fer ye. But because it be also yer wife’s dream; no one will truly know or understand how each of us feel for the lose we have each experienced. I do not know how you will experience, but I pray yers will heal faster than mine, for its still healing.

The hardest thing to say…Is goodbye.

Closing her journal Monica pulled her knees up to her chest as she cries softly until the sun slowly raises bringing with it a new day.
Title: Re: A Celtic's Journey
Post by: Syl on November 06, 2014, 10:27:33 AM

Monica’s world came to an abrupt stop, those words; those five simple words were enough to cause everything to rewind back to that night in the camp. She could feel the dagger pressed against her throat, its bite slowly digging into her flesh as her love asked her the very same question. Those words brought back the fear and memory of her failure, brought back her memory of begging her not to do it. She felt the blood slowly begin to trickle down her neck.

The words raced in her mind her shadow whispering them mimicking her voice causing them to echo overlapping one another tormenting her each one digging into her mind more and more. Its laugh echoing through her mind taunting her insulting her; laughing at her pained memory the words brought back.

Could she do such a thing? She was scared to answer before; she was even more terrified to answer now. Could she do it? Tears ran down her face falling from her cheeks onto the back of her hands. She was weak, nothing changed in her at all through everything that has happened she feared to utter the words she knew she should say for those she loved.

Look at ye, ye can’t even say it. yer weak….I should ‘ave forced ye ta drink long ago and ye would never have been afraid of this.She didn’t want to listen, she could feel it’s could touch on her shoulders and cheek as it whispered in her ear.

Can ye do it?

The voiced continued to grow louder with each passing moment drowing out all sound her heart racing as her shadow whispered in her other ear. She could see it smirking as it asked the question.

Gripping her staff as it rest in her lap Monica’s lips finally opened though she couldn’t hear her own words. The voices stopped and all she could hear and all she could feel was her shadow double slipping back into her mind chuckling as it slowly faded away back into the depths of her mind leaving all else silent as the world returned to its normal pace sound returning to her ears and all she could say after it all.
“…I got me bow magiked…”
Title: Re: A Celtic's Journey
Post by: Syl on November 11, 2014, 12:47:42 PM
Monica stirred in her sleep dreams passing through her mind.

She waited until camp was empty and she caught a ride on the wagon back to the village, back to her room to sleep. Locking the door and trapping the floor in, she still didn’t know how long. She hasn’t seen him since the night in the tavern; she remembered his words as she slept as the world slowly went black as she stood there in her dream with her friend Quinn. Always being a nerves lad as she pestered him to go exploring with her and having fun as they ran up a hill to see what is on the other side

“Come on Quinn we need ta get ye out more and see the world.”

“Quinn..?” A cold wind blew around her as she reached the top only to notice she was alone. The once rolling green hills and field were gone; snow covered it white, but this was not a happy cover of white in a light blanket. Another cold wind blew against Monica’s face as snow and ice bit her flesh lightly only to hear a voice speak in her ear as the wind blew.

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‘es gone…

“Quinn!?” she called out as she began to walk down the hill the snow beginning to become deeper as she made her way down into the frozen wasteland in her dream. The very wind clawed at her body even under her furs and thick cloak, ripping away whatever warmth she held onto. Squinting she made out a lone figure in the far distance through the heavy snowfall.

“QUINN!!?!”  She ran treading through the deep snow stumbling and falling from the slick is that lay under it only to claw back up and keep running, yet no matter how far she ran the figure never seemed to get closer she shivered heavily. Even after running she was still so cold.

T’eir all goin’ ta leave ye. “QUIIIIINN!!!!” Monica yelled out her voice echoing in the wasteland only to be taunted by the whisper. Quinn…Quinn…Quinn w’ere are ye?; Silence was all that followed after the whisper, the cold wind still biting her face panic slowly settling in. “A..anyone?” Hands shot out from the snow and grabbed her legs pulling her under and through the ice into the freezing water; fighting she struggled to break free of the hands only to look up and see her hole to escape resealing its self. Pounding on the ice below still holding her breath for fear of drowning she looked back and come face to face with her shadow again scaring her causing her to lose her breath.

‘E ALREADY BE DEAD!!!!

Monica bolted upright as she gasped for breath waking from her dream; it was still night time in the village as she shivered wrapping herself in the blanket and lying back down in the empty bed her heart racing from her nightmare. As she turned and untied her dream catcher from her staff and pinned it over her head against the wall as she looked over at the empty pillow placing her hand over it with a faint smile.

She missed him, her shadow lad, her teacher, her new love that can help her bring Mi back so she can take care of her again. But she didn’t know when she will see him again or if she ever will, all she could do was wait, wait in the cold and empty bed big enough for two as she holds the pillow close and closed her eyes hoping the dream catcher will keep the nightmares away as she mummered softly before falling asleep again her thought returning to her brother.

"Quinn, please be alright and safe..."
Title: Re: A Celtic's Journey
Post by: Syl on November 12, 2014, 02:17:40 PM

She didn’t know what to do, her friends haven’t lied to her that she was aware of when it came to those they shared as friends. Her nightmare was true though; tears ran down her face landing on the wooden floor of the wagon as it rolled away from the camp and through the mist. The only one that was like a brother here to her; gone; taken from her by people whom he trusted for what, gold? For fame; to renew the name of that building, she didn’t want to believe them. She wished it wasn’t true that Quinn was not taken away and gone forever.

The wagon slowed to a stop as the sound of the falls filled her ears; she knew it was time to get off she could only think of one thing now, to find a place for him to rest. But with no body to bury all she could do is mark a place. A quiet spot away from the world, in the forest where nothing can disturb it; a pleasant spot where he might have enjoyed visiting. A place where he could rest, as she walked around the pool she sat on a log and stared at the water. Memories of the smiles they shared, of the worries she brought him and the peaceful moments they shared.

Monica wished she could have stopped it, to save him to help him return to normal. But now, now she is losing her family here, a wound that was slowly healing now ripped open wider with the death of someone just as close as her love. Two deaths of people she cared for and loved as family, both family to her in different ways now taken from her. Why? Why did they have to be taken, why could it not have been her instead, she would give anything to bring them both back. But now, they are far away from here, away from this hell of a place. Monica wiped the tears away from her eyes as she focused on the happy memories of Quinn; of how not long after they met she tried to get him to wear a kilt and he was very uncomfortable with the idea.

She remembered how he sat there horrified and worried for her as she was carried back to camp with her back destroyed  and comforted her as it was mended, removing what curse he could from the wounds. She wished she had more time with him, She wish she could tell him things she didn’t tell him before. But now she will never have the chance.

A low thunder roared in the distance as Monica lifted her head and headed for the forest, she knew a spot that would work. That would be just enough she hoped for a grave site. But she didn’t have the cross ready, she will need to work on it in the coming days but she could still mark the grave. She made her way through the village as it slowly began to rain the storm reaching her now as she walked further into it, she moved to the forest to a quiet spot as she gathered a few sticks and rocks. Tying the sticks together with some string she stuck the makeshift cross into the soft dirt as she placed the rocks around it and piled them up to keep it in place.

The rain continued to fall as Monica stood there for hours in disbelief at the gravesite she made the rain hiding her tears as her clothes and hair became soaked. A faint smile crossed her lips as a thought crossed her mind, He will always be with her. Her boots, though they were crafted by another. Her brother was the one to magik them it was with his skill that she was able to use her own essence to make them better combined with his magik.

“Quinn….I’m sorry, I’ll miss ye dearly.”
Title: Re: A Celtic's Journey
Post by: Syl on November 13, 2014, 12:11:37 PM
Which is better? To live a life and make friends only to be pained by their sudden death? Or to live a life without making a single friend so you don’t experience the pain?

[Old Nordic Runes]

Sitting in her quiet room Monica set down her knife, blood trickled down the edge lightly dropping down onto the small shards of wood and began to bandage her hand after removing the final splinter.  She sighed heavily resting her head against the chair to look up at the ceiling; she was not as good as her brother at tending to her wounds. Trembling lightly as she resisted the urge to cry she gather herself and grabbed her book quill and ink as she dipped the quill and began to write.

I feel, lost; alone even, I feel like me friends and family be leaving me.

Remo disappeared and I haven’t seen the wee lad in a long time I am worried for him and I hope he be doing alright and well right now.

Tabitha, she is a very dear friend ta me and I wished I was able ta help her sooner, she has gone through so much and I felt so unhelpful. I couldn’t help her with the vampyre problem in this village even when she asked. And now she seems, not distant but I don’t see her smile as much as she use to its like she be hiding her smile thinking it will cause problems if she ever smiled again. Perhaps it be because she spent more time around Izen…the arse of a lad…can hardly tell if he be ah fae anymore. More of a monster than anything else it seems he is cold, and uncaring to most. But I hardly see Tabitha anymore these days and we use ta spend so much time together, I miss our time together.

Nat; probably one of me most beloved friends I have made here for she was one of the first few I met that became a true friend. And yet now she is normally off doing other things with Dante, I’m not upset though. Perhaps a bit jealous since before she was with Dante we spent more time together and we watched out for one another. We still have our laughs and our smiles with one another aye, but I feel left behind at times when I be with them. Their limit be so much more than me and I just want to help them and at times when I ask to go with them I feel, like I be intruding.

Cloud; he might be the only one of me friends that understands where I come from at times, He understands that taking a life should not be something done easily but he does such to protect his loved ones and friends. He was the one that taught me a fair amount of things when I first arrived here. Sure his las’ did as well but she didn’t seem to truly care and tried to get me to think there was no way back from here. If that be true, then where did they go for so long? But Cloud, I enjoy Cloud’s company it’s comforting to be with someone that doesn’t mind just sitting and talking, someone who will listen; I pray he has a good life ahead of him.

I pray that all me friends will have a good life ahead of them all, and that they will find their joy and light again and smile a true smile.

Monica frowns as she runs her freshly bandaged hand over her face re-dipping her quill and looking towards her empty bed before tapping off the extra ink build up and returned to writing.

It be many moons now and he has not returned, I wish he didn’t have to leave the wait is eating away at me. What if he died?! I don’t want him to die; I don’t know if I could handle another death right now especially of someone I love. Please gods let him be safe, I pray ta ye give me some sign that he still be alive…let there be some answer soon. I wish to hold him again; I wish I didn’t have to wait any longer.
Title: Re: A Celtic's Journey
Post by: Syl on November 18, 2014, 02:46:49 PM
Monica sat there her hands still trembling from her experience, the eerie, a toymaker; Ah possessed puppet, and a creation like none she has seen before in the mist taking a few deep breath she did her best to steady her hands as she removed her book and quill and began to write down the heart-racing experience she had.

[Old Nordic Runes]

I,I don’t know where to begin. What started out as a simple trip to them sandy trolls and inside the cliff turned into, turned into something else altogether. It was Erilad, Tatyana, Art, another las I don’t know and myself at first but not long after Dante ah wee lad named Finn and I think it was Tess and another I didn’t recognize. We cleared them sandy troll and headed into the cliff into the temple, we cleared it all or at least I thought we did. This doll or… puppet whatever it was came in chuckling and asking if we would play with it and its friends. Claiming that it wanted to be a real lad, it ran laughing as half of us chased it into a room filled with fog and more of those. Things laughing and giggling as they attacked us and we bound one and asked it some questions, it was unsettling. It talked of this, other one who controls it started with ah M, Mansomething blast it I can’t remember the name at the moment.

The fog began to fill the room as the puppet began laughing; the ceiling turned to stars as the ground under our boots turned to grass, we were taken from the temple and were lost. The puppet still laughing as we looked around staying close to each other, I found a set of small tracks that lead us to ah village. But this village, blast there was something odd about it that; that just left me feeling nerves but I didn’t want me friends ta know.



This village; the first two we meet seemed to be ah young wedded couple but they spoke a language we didn’t understand only for Tatyana to scare the folks into their house. We walked around the village ah bit more the wee children though… they were all doing things the adults should have been doing. Hanging fish, tending to crops, picking apples from the trees but we couldn’t find any of the parents. We decided to enter a house as we entered we looked around there was dust all over as if no one had been in there fer years yet, the candles were alight. We heard movement from the floor above calling out only to be greeted by a chuckle and telling us to come up stairs.

We headed up the stairs and we meet ah lad, the toymaker who was making the dolls. Erilad asked if he was this.. manephis? Manapis?...Blast it how was the name pronounced.. But this only caused the man to break down and laugh, he told us his brief story on how he wished to have a son of his own but could not for his wife died in child birth. He created a doll not long after that and it came to life, he talked of how the doll loved him like a son loved their father. At first he thought it was an act of ah god but he was proven wrong not long after as he continued his story and suggested the basement has the proof of what happened.

I helped the man back to his feet before we headed back down, it be rather upsetting that Tatyana be asking like she knows what the man did, claiming he knew ta begin with. No one knows what is going on to begin with. She stayed on the main floor as we prepared to head down into the basement. Our steps causing the steps to creek under mail plate and leather feet, the sight; gods I-

Monica covers her mouth as she closes her eyes taking a few deep breaths recalling the horror of the bloody bodies her body trembling again as the images flash again through her mind the parents all cut up, shaking her head furiously in a small fit trying to not imagine the screams of pain and death. Slowly regaining control of her emotions and thoughts she picked up her quill and began to write again.

The door it, it shut behind us on its own as the air was foul, as the bodies of the parents laid there covered in cuts and blood, music started to be heard from the corner of the basement. We huddled together unsure of what was going to happen Artemis, Dante, Finn, Eirlad and I.. I’m sure we all were nerves and scared in one form or another. And that’s when we saw him, the first puppet that was made, the one controlled by this demon, it wanted to be real and treated like it was real killing the parents for not believing his father.

We talked with it for a while but in the end, it said we will not make it out of here after facing the man’s greatest creation, other than the doll its self. The ground shook all around us as this..this monstrous size doll or.. Blast I don’t know what to call came out from a section of the basement behind us and began attacking us. I got knocked harder than I have ever been hit before I nearly fell to the ground only to struggle to draw me bow and fire at the thing. Our weapons, they just didn’t do enough damage. We could barely put a scratch in this massive thing. Locked in the basement we had no choice but to flee as I hurried to the door my fingers fumbling not use to working under the stress and being rushed but I unlocked the door as we hurried up the stairs slamming it shut as I locked it again as best I could.

We didn’t know what to do this monster hit harder than any of us have seen before denting armor and breaking bone as if it were nothing. The monster banged at the door slowly cracking it more, it would not hold long and we would have to fight again. I feared for the old man we couldn’t let this…this thing continue to be but what could we do? I recall the broken bridge and the river and thought we might be able to trip it and force it to fall into the river so it would sink to the bottom. But before we could agree on anything the door burst open as shards of wood went flying from where its massive fists collided with the wood.

The fight began again. Magik was used, more monsters were summoned I truly thought the house might be destroyed by all the fighting inside it. But it didn’t matter it was still a losing battle, we managed to make a decent dent in it I think but Eirlad, he; we fled outside Artemis carrying him over her shoulder as if he weighed so little, but I guess in a time like this I probably could have carried him and ran for leagues. It followed us outside I was terrified we couldn’t win this fight, perhaps it was luck but as soon as the rain began to start hitting the “Thing”… it began to spark and walked in circles before it just.. burst into tiny bits and was destroyed. Tatyana went back into the house I assumed it was for the old man as I followed her in fear for the man but I remained quiet keeping to the shadows once I heard them talking. She left after the man broke down and ran into a room as a young las showed us that a gypsy had appeared not long after we escaped the house as we paid our gold and left.

It pains us to do so, to know that such a monster will only be recreated again and perhaps stronger, those children their parents. We will have to go back when we are stronger, we know it will not be a easy fight but. Perhaps we will find something to help us first. Blast it if only I can remember how those names were spoken.

I cannot sleep tonight with the events that happened. I...I wish he was here right now to hold me. Please, I need him right now even if it’s just for a while I just.

Closing her journal Monica pulled her knees up to her chest wrapping her arms around them, the image of the possessed puppet clapping at them before it vanished stayed with her as she stared at the top of the tent watching the smoke rise up and out the opening.

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Title: Re: A Celtic's Journey
Post by: Syl on November 25, 2014, 03:15:38 PM
Under concealment of illusion Monica slipped into the city slowly making her way to the Bell and into her room. Her mind was hazy, her arms and legs were heavy as she dragged them through the snow filled streets, the night sky was clear for leagues as the stars filled the sky, little balls of light twinkling as they watch the world below. Quietly slipping into the Bell she felt cold even when standing in front of the hearth, its war was faint as she moved to her room before the spell faded from her friend.  Sitting on her bed rubbing her newly bandaged arm her body slowly became visible her mind slowly collecting its thoughts; refocusing on her room and what happened.

Shifting to lay down on her bed the remaining wards from her protector still holding she raised her heavy arm staring at the new bandage only to look over at the mirror, she looked pale and weaker but that’s to be expected. Digging deep for what strength remained for the night she sat back up and dragged her bag over to the desk removing her book and quill she took a few shake breaths and pressed the quill to the paper and began to write.

[Old Nordic Runes]

I just, oh hells where to begin. Me mind feels, hazy but I don’t mind; it prevents me from hearing me mental shadow though me other senses feel, sluggish and slow I should recover soon. Hoppy, I am glad to see ye still be alive I don’t really care what ye be, I know ye are still the same I. I have ta believe that ye still care fer yer friends. That ye still have yer love for yer wife; that ye still wish ta help the other lightfeet in that fancy village. When Rue told me…it doesn’t matter to me anymore on what she said that evening yer alive and that be all that matters.

It was pleasant to be with a friend that knows the pain ye go through, as the stream had ice near the shore where we sat. I, remember the feeling the pain, the pleasure I felt in the end as you mended me and brushed my hair. Ye left shortly after as I made me way back ta the room after te magiked me.

I guess I can sit here now and only ask. How far will ye go for a friend? How far is one willing to go for someone they love? Will ye tread do ah path ye be unfamiliar with ta keep them safe? Will ye off them something that be very precious ta ye? I’m glad I was able ta help ye Hoppy. I’ll do what I can ta help ye friend.

Perhaps after I rest I should go look for the one I love. I have not seen him since the trip under the mountain and yet, even still it was a short time to be with him. But enjoyable none the less…I just wish I had more time to be with him.

                                                                             What I did was the right thing, right?

Monica set aside her quill as she finished writing leaning back into the chair looking over her runes as she sighed enjoying the solace of her mind, no darker self or mental shadow to torment her tonight, her eyes focused on the last few runes on the bottom of the page written boldly thinking on it heavily only to push herself up and lay down on the bed her eye lids quickly closing as she drifted into slumber as the sun began to rise the rest of the magic enchantments fading away.
Title: Re: A Celtic's Journey
Post by: Syl on November 30, 2014, 04:51:14 AM
Monica laid there on the bed peacefully her eyes closes as she dreamt stirring ever so little, snow falling down outside her window slowly building up on the small ledge of the wooden frame as frost formed on the window.  The soft voice of a bell tolls its tranquil sound echoing over the city each toll lulling those in their house fast asleep, as the nightlife creeps out from the sewer drains and abandoned houses housing the cut throats and knaves roaming the dark alleys looking for helpless victims.

Her dreams were the only place to escape the harsh realities of the world she walks in now, this world of fear and chains that binds one in place leaving them longing to be free again. And her dream tonight claimed her.

As she slept the world slowly moved around her wind blew against her face as the sound of waves crashing against the shore grew louder causing her to open her eyes and see the clear blue water of the ocean, the water rolled up to her bare feet only to cascade back down with the tide as the warmth from the sun washed over her. Looking around only to see she was alone; alone but free to run along the shore line. Looking back at her shadow as it lay dormant on the sand she smiles looking back out at the ocean. For once she was allowed a peaceful dream no shadow double to yell or torment her.

She wished these dreams never ended, a piece of her wished to stay and never wake again in fear of the reality slowly corroding away all that she loves, her friends and how she wishes to help them and yet she feels so useless even when so close to them. Friends pitted against each other because one is different than the rest; her dream world slowly began to fade. It was time for her to wake up as she closed her eyes in her dream world only for the sound of church bells ringing in the distance, she didn’t want to open her eyes and see her empty room she wanted to return to her dreams where she could make herself not be alone.

The bed was cold; the bed has always been cold with the death of her loved one. The last time it was warm she was with another she loves but now, he is off working. Oh how she wished she would open her eyes and see him there next to her to wish her a good morning. To hear the beat of a loved one’s heart, to feel their arms hold her close in ah embrace. But in the end no matter how much she imagined every time she woke it was all the same, there was no one to wish her a good morning, there was no heart beat to listen to, no arms to hold her. Just a room her bed and pillow, and the agonizing wait; only to bury her face in a pillow and cry with the morning sun.

Finally gaining composure of herself she sat up and looked out the window as she tugged her top on and readied herself for another day. Another smile for everyone, she was so use to giving everyone a smile it was becoming increasingly hard to know if it was a true smile or just another false smile… Reaching for her pack and shouldering it she couldn’t help but ask herself aloud.

“….’ow much longer…..”
Title: Re: A Celtic's Journey
Post by: Syl on December 09, 2014, 11:48:23 AM
Monica’s head lays there on the man’s chest as they lay on the bed; she was so relieved so glad to see he was still alive, for one moment in time she forgot about everything else. She forgot about the pain, the worry, the disappearance. They held each other close with joy and relief as they headed to a room and talked she sat there and listened to what happened, of his capture and his torture. Monica looked at the bruises around his neck.

Her thoughts moved back towards the jail that she knew Dante was at, she was worried for him she knew that happens in there, she has seen it firsthand what they can do to other people. She remembers seeing the scars they gave Mi, the horror and pain she could only imagine she went through and with that the fear of what Dante might be going through. She wanted to save him, she wanted to find and save Nat wherever she is. And there was only one person that knew where she could be.

“…’oppy…”

She whispered softly to not wake the man, the lightfoot that said would protect her she now need to find for questions to be answered. She wanted to know why, why did he take Nat, Why did this happen… But more importantly she wanted to know Where Nat was. She knew if she could save Nat she might be able to safe Dante before anything bad happens.
   Closing her eyes Monica did her best to ease her exhausted mind; she could hear her mental shadow softly whispering in the back of her mind trying to get attention. But she needed sleep, she had her love again and she could now sleep.

Monica wished the night would last forever, the bed was not empty tonight; she was alone with her new love, for once after so many nights she feels at ease. She could hear his heartbeat, his breathing; she could no longer fight it, the sounds swiftly lulled her to sleep.
Title: Re: A Celtic's Journey
Post by: Syl on December 15, 2014, 02:29:43 PM
Monica sat there alone in her room for the night; she sat there in silence and watched the shadows of the objects in the room dance and twirl with the flicker of the candle her thoughts were weighed down with the death of another friend. She wished she could have helped her, maybe; maybe find some way to have prevented it. But it was too late now she was gone and her death affected everyone she knew.

Shaking her head Monica tried to silence her mental shadow as she closed her eyes to look away from her own physical shadow. But it did little good; she could hear its whisper in her ear.

“Yer weak…ye can’t even protect yer friends and now they be slowly dyin’ off. First Quinn, now Rue… maybe Cloud will be next. Or per’aps someone much….’Clossssser’ “

Shut up.

Her mental shadow laughed at her as the candle burned out and the room went dark. The laughter slowly moving around her echoing off the walls growing louder as she covered her ears to not listen

“Ye think yer not weak, then why do none of yer friends ever truly ask ye fer ‘elp?! Why did Rue not let ye ‘elp w’en ye offered, what about Quinn,” Its voice lowered to a whisper as she felt it’s hands on her shoulder “What about Mi…”

Mi wanted ta keep me safe….ta, ta keep me still meself.

Tears rolled down her face struggling to not listen, arguing with her shadow.

“ Think about it… all yer friends say they will come ta  fer ‘elp w’en ye offer, but ‘ow many actually do? Ye go wit’ em ta fight em sand trolls… ye always get t’rown around like a’ doll and ‘urt…what good are ye fer ‘elp?”

I not be weak…“yer wort’less…”  Shut up..“Weak…”Stop it..“Ye can’t do anythin’ta ‘elp…”  STOP IT!!

Grabbing her crossbow Monica sent a bolt flying through the air and dig into the wall where her shadow was when the candle was lit. The room was silent; she didn’t want to listen to her mental shadow’s words, and she was thankful it went away as quick as it came. It made her feel weak, to listen to it, she didn’t want to be weak. She wanted to be useful; she wanted to help those that care for her… She would give so much to see her friends smile and get away from this place.

She took hold the silence that came after her mental shadow left, tears still rolling down her face she loaded her crossbow again and set it down against the edge of the bed ready for use again. It was now her time to think, think of a place where she should place the new grave. Or perhaps she should ask those that also cared for her.

Taking a few deep breaths Monica finally calmed down as she whispered a soft gaelic prayer.

Gods... i beg ye ta watch over Rue as she passes inta the 'alls of 'er fat'ers... let 'er be at peace and be 'appy. let 'er know that t'ose that love 'er are still 'ere let 'er know...I'm sorry...
Title: Re: A Celtic's Journey
Post by: Syl on December 18, 2014, 11:02:45 AM
War; Something Monica has never seen before and now she wishes she never sees it again. Sitting there in the Morninglord Sanctuary in the slums She stared blankly at the floor, clothes tattered and slashed in many places as the blood once soaking it dried while her body lightly trembles. The fight was over but Monica was still processing it all.

It started with the first blow of the trebuchet’s bolder crashing into the stone wall behind her, she just returned from the fey village after buying some papers and then they came. Swords raised high as they yelled with their charge as the sound of wood and steel clashing against one another, screams of men and women dying in the outskirts and on the wall. Hiding behind someone to try and block the site didn’t help. Fear took over and she ran; she ran as fast as she could away from the fighting, and the screams as another bolder flew overhead crashing into the wall again she covered her ears to block out the screams of pain. She fled to the tunnels under the outskirts thinking she would be safe from the roar of war.

Moving to a dark corner she covered her ears rocking as she tried to hum to block the screams. But she forgot there was many ways into the tunnels, the roar echoed through the open crypt doors and off the stone walls around her. It grew louder as the fight reached into the city the screams now echoing throughout the sewers leaking into the tunnels. She couldn’t take it any more tears ran down her face while she shook her head in frenzy. The screaming grew louder to her, so loud she couldn’t even hear her mental shadow telling her to run to safety.

With the growing number of men entering the city shouting, yelling, screaming, dying; when she thought they couldn’t get any louder all fell silent. She couldn’t hear anything not her breath, not her heart bat, not even the war above. Whether it still raged on or not she wasn’t sure but she no longer felt safe. She had to find a safe place. Recalling what her teacher told her of where she could go if ever in danger. Slowly getting to her feet Monica made her way towards the sewers, the only thing on her mind was getting to safety however she could.

While the war continued to rage on above Monica made her way into the sewers, through a abandoned room, but she was careless. The door creaked to loud giving her away to the monstrous size wererats as fear took over again she ran. Gaining more attention, their claws ripping through her furs digging into her flesh drawing blood as she continued to run she almost made it out but there was one waiting around the last corner as its claws dug deep into her side causing her to collapse on the floor and bleeding out.

She didn’t know how much time had passed then, she felt weak as she slowly came to the wererats having left her to die she held her bleeding wound as she dragged herself along leaving a trail of blood behind making her way through the sewers still and up a ladder into the streets above. Still losing blood her legs growing weak she reached the slums, she knew she was almost there. But each step started to take more and more energy, rubble all around some smoldering some still burning. She sound slowly returned to her ears again, the raged on at the citadel while wounded lay scattered screaming pain. She didn’t know what happened but she felt a surge of energy rush through her mending most her wounds as a voice came around telling her to not go that way but to the Sanctuary instead.

And so there she sat, hours passed by and her wounds were treated; she heard the voices but she couldn’t place them at the time. Whether she knew them or not, hands trembled as the blood dried on her clothes and hand all she could do was sit there and stare at the floor in horror, in shock, and in fear or all that’s happened.
Title: Re: A Celtic's Journey
Post by: Syl on January 08, 2015, 03:24:24 PM
[Old Nordic Runes]

I don’t know yet again what I should put down; it’s all been a blur so it is hard to tell exactly how much has happened. War; it, it is a terrible thing to see. I remember well enough and I do not wish to write it down all I can ask though is why? What good does this cause, for what reasons does there have to be such senseless killing? What is the cause? Is it the greed of another, to want the land and all it has to offer and the gold it can profit from? Revenge for a loved one who was killed by the other and they were related to a man or women who has more power and sees themselves above the rest thinking that so many lives are worth that of one life? I do not know which side started it but I know both sides have lost more than they could have hoped to gain.

I find meself asking the same question again; am I weak for crying and breaking down at what I saw during the war? Am I weak for crying at all? While I know me friends would comfort me as best they can but I feel they see me still as a child in a way. I honestly can say I feel sorry for me friends, I feel they are so use to death and killing things that they are numb to it. Many of the people I have met seem to be numb to it and it pains me to see such.

As the days pass I run into friends I have not seen in a long time, Bryn is doing well. It is nice to talk with him and be around him even though he is different than me; I sit here now in camp as I prepare to leave for the gray village past the fog and mountains. I find meself think back on the few lessons I have had so far. Of shadows and the beat of the village at night, oh how I miss such a time with him he has been there as he said every step of the way since…Since that day, and I am thankful. I am nerves as to what lies ahead of me, I made my choice I’ll follow it till the end. I will still be me, I will find me smile again and I will be happy and help those I can.

I need to find something to keep me mind occupied so I do not think of the war perhaps I should look more into the traps I have and figure out other ways to place them. How the gears come together smoothly.

Closing her book Monica set her quill away and headed towards the wagon leaving the Mist camp behind again.
Title: Re: A Celtic's Journey
Post by: Syl on January 14, 2015, 11:23:35 AM
The moon was high as its light shined down upon the roofs of the village, looking out over the empty street Monica sat down behind a chimney resting her head against it. She could hear the wolves howling in the night from all around the village; as the howls echoes slowly fell silent, Monica removed a series of gears, wires, plates and cogs from a trap kit. She found herself more and more putting them together and taking them apart as time went on. She knew the basic ins and outs of them to removing them and recovering them completely.

She didn’t know why she enjoyed working on them, perhaps it was her own way to disconnect from the world around her as she sat there listening to the gears click together as she slowly turned them. Perhaps she did it to keep herself trained in them while she waited for him to return and finally say it’s time. She wished that time would finally come, but she also knew she had to be patient. Her ears twitched as she listened to the wire tighten along the base of the trap wrapping it around each peg readying her first trap only to quickly dismantle it and set the pieces away before pulling out a different kit.

These traps would seem far more primitive but they worked just as well she could not recover all the useful pieces of the original trap for it was there attached to the wall and floor around the sarcophagus, however what she did remove with some work was a clear glass tube no then the length half the length of her forearm. If it was the first one she had ever seen she would have made the mistake of guessing it for being empty but now she knows. Monica remembers the first time she seen this trap go off, she was not skilled enough to disable them at the time but she only had to see once what they did. There was a plate in front of the door that someone stepped on and shortly after that she heard the crack as if something broke only to see a gas seep out from a few holes in the wall and just in front of the door as it quickly spread into a wide area. Though crude it was very effective for many breathed in the toxic gas and became weak and sick.

Shifting the glass tube as she held it up towards the moon’s light she could see the faint colored cloud inside swirling, waiting for its case to be broken and seep out. It was a very deadly gas and she knew she had to be careful with such.  Setting it now takes ingenuity and skill for one would have to improvise on how to free the gas from the container. As she stared at the poisonous gas Monica could hear the whispers in the back of her mind. Her mental shadow quizzing her on the old poisons she was shown and taught, shaking her head all she could do is stare at the glass tube and wonder just how old the poisonous gas is.

Packing up her tap kits for the rest of the night still holding the glass tube, Monica rest her head against the chimney looking up at the moon and found herself missing the training more and more as the nights passed.  She didn’t know why she just did, they were different then what she was use to for life so then, why did she enjoy the training? Why did she wish for more?
Title: Re: A Celtic's Journey
Post by: Syl on March 02, 2015, 11:49:39 AM
She didn’t know what drove her to risk the night these last few nights. Climbing onto the roofs and looking up at the blood moon with its eerie red glow illuminating the world below it. Monica was troubled by the fact she has not seen her loved one for many days now and she began to worry, hearing the talk and rumors of a bounty did not help her any it only added to her worry. But she knew he was smart and strong and could find a way back to her.

Sitting down on the roof she removed her quill and paper, her mind drifting to a more unsettling thought as she looked back on her life up to now, this thought; this, question that she has avoided time and time again finally found its way back into her life.

“Am I just as bad as them for allowing it?” Her voice was as loud as the softest whisper only for it to be snatched away by the wind.  Picking up her quill and dipping it Monica took a deep breath gathering her thoughts as she began to write.

[Old Nordic Runes]

I look back through these pages and I have seen how far I have come, how much I have grown. I can recall ever adventure I have been on, every exploration I have done with my friends. My friends; I never thought I would ever question yet instead I find myself now questioning not them, but myself. They have all been here longer then me and have done what they have needed to in order to survive; they know I do not enjoy the idea of killing another. Nor will I, but I travel with them and yet they are the ones that do the killing. I wish there was not all this killing going on in the world I am in right now I wish I had the strength to make it all stop. And no matter how hard I push this question away; no matter how deep I try and bury the question it always comes back. Am I just as bad as my friends for traveling with them and allowing them to kill?

I feel terrible for allowing such and they know I don’t yet why? WHY DO I STILL FOLLOW THEM!? I hate it, I hate the fact I am too weak to stop the needless killing; I do not steal from the dead, and yet I have traveled with others who wished me to remove the traps and locks on sealed stone coffins where the dead seem to be laid to rest. But I do not remove such, it’s wrong to steal from the dead and so I leave them untouched I leave the traps on there and sealed.

Yet I still travel with them; knowing that they put themselves in these positions where they allow themselves to fight and kill other humans, fae, dwarfs, and other races just for their own survival. I hate it, I feel more alone now more than ever. I’m glad my friends are still alive and I wish to do other things with them and yet I know they may head to a place where they are going to kill people.

Setting her quill in the ink well Monica looked up again at the blood moon as it rests high in the night sky, she could feel her mental shadow stirring in her mind as she thought about this question only to hear it laugh at her. “Please… just go away right now; I’m not in the mood.” Closing her eyes she could still picture the darker side sitting on its shadowy throne patiently waiting as Monica picked up her quill again and resumed writing.

It saddens me that the only comfort I feel right now is by the mere presence of the shadow in my mind. Even if she does not view the world the same as I she knows and understands my thoughts. Knowing such has provided me with a slight solace; though she tells me that I’m not worse than them because I allow it telling me that there is nothing I can do to stop them from acting how they please. This how ever does not provide solace and just makes me feel worse about myself. I hate it. I hate that I can’t stop it, I hate that I let it happen, I hate that I’m too weak to do anything but survive, I HATE IT ALL!! But worst of all;

I hate myself for still following them…

My love where ever you are, please be safe.
Title: Re: A Celtic's Journey
Post by: Syl on April 15, 2015, 09:08:56 PM
[Old Celtic Runes]
The past, can we really let it go? Are we able to move forward from something like killing one person or many? Are we able to shed ourselves from that which pains us so much and begin a new life? I would like to think so but it is, difficult…

It has been many seasons now since I have last written anything down, there isn’t much to put down, Failed at gaining a job but that does not surprise me being the second time I came to join them. Perhaps it is because my colors? or that I know very little of what it is that people think I am actually do. But perhaps it may be for the best I do tend to travel a lot so perhaps I shall take his offer and go seeking for any small jobs available gives me something to do at least instead of sitting around in camp waiting so it is a start.

I have made a few new friends also, Julie is a kind and sweet woman who has found love within her faith and I am happy for her, she has told me about her past and I feel sorry for her to hear what happened to her is…is so terrible, it makes me so mad to think that people walk around in some places and can own people… slaves they call them. I hate that word more and more as I hear it, you cannot own people it is not right. There are so many things that are wrong with it, taking away their free will….their life…Its just so!; I just wish I could help them

He has returned to me also my mysterious shadow…my teacher… my love. It has been months since he vanished and he finally returned. Oh gods how I missed him so much; I don’t care if others say he is bad for me, he has been nothing but kind and caring to me and loves me for who I am I love him just as I love Mi, they are alike in ways to me. He was not able to stay long and had to head out but that is alright, because he was freed and rescued and he will return to me, he promised.

I can still hear her also, my mental shadow. In moments of solitude I find it bothersome that when I’m alone in travel when I wish for someone to speak with she is the first that comes to mind but she is not there, but I feel her. I can feel her pulling at the backs of my mind when I am near the fog. Always offering the cup of black liquid claiming to drink from it will solve my problems.  But I refuse; I must stay strong, for him, for my friends… for Mi.

Leaning back in her chair as she rests the quill in the inkwell her mind drifts to the thought of her teacher, smiling as she picks up her quill one last time and etches in one last line for the night.


[Old Celtic Runes]
I owe them so much.
Title: Re: A Celtic's Journey
Post by: Syl on May 14, 2015, 01:01:27 PM
Sitting there her legs hanging over the edge of the roof as the moon reached its highest point, Clouds rolled across the blank and empty sky passing over the moon preventing all of its light to reach the quiet city below. She was not sure how long it has been now for so many seasons have passed and it was time to reflect. Her ears perked as wolves howl in the distance from the woods to the north breaking the silence with their song.

“Such a quiet night we should go and have some fun.” Frowning as she looked over seeing her mental shadow as it chuckled. “Why are you still here, why won’t you leave me along..” Shaking her head she didn’t know why she asked since she knew the answer already. “ The better question you should ask is –why- are –you- still here.”

The question stung, she knew why she was here before, and yet as the seasons passed and her personal quest to finding her friends a way out of here slowly drifted from seemingly possible, to nearly impossible. Some of them no longer wishing to leave some accept that they cannot leave this place at all. She has watched her friends change with the seasons. Some becoming teachers, some grow scales, and yet she feels farther behind and weaker comparing her own strength to that of her friends and she feels so far behind and alone. Why was she still here? She no longer knew; she felt so alone and lost in the dark and shadows of this world.

She wondered how much more she could take before she became like them. Did any of them even care that she doesn’t kill people? How much longer will she have to wait? She needed to find something to keep her mind distracted climbing back down from the roof she touched down on the ground before heading back to the city of Valiki.
Title: Re: A Celtic's Journey
Post by: Syl on August 20, 2016, 02:56:47 PM
“Comeback.” She ran in her through the field as she could see the man in the distance, the dew of the tall grass passed from the green blades to her flesh.  “I can make it.” She commented to herself as she kept running. “I can make it.” She continued to run and yet the man never seemed to grow any closer. “ I’m coming please wai-“ she lurched forwards and hit the ground to look back and see a vine had grabbed her leg and began to pull her back. “No… no no no! I have ta ‘elp ‘im!” clawing her way desperately trying to fight the vine pulling her leg as it wrapped further up and around, grabbing her other leg as she struggled looking ahead to see the man turn and look to her. She reached out to him only to a soft yet sad smile cross his face. “No, Come back, come back PLEASE! It’s my fault PLEASE COME BACK!” Her arms gave out as the vine yanked her back wrapping around the rest of her and pulled her underground into the dark.

“Monica, Monica, Monica.” The cold voice called out to her, she knew who it was. Her eyes opened to find herself lying in a room she was all too familiar with, lifting her head she could see her darker self; sitting in her throne with a smirk on her face.  “Yet again, ye fail ta keep someone ye love. Per’aps ye truly be cursed.”  “ ‘ow weak and pathetic ye are las’. ‘ow many more ye goin’ ta lose before ye finally come ta realization?” Rising from her throne she made her way towards Monica. “Because of yer –weakness- we ‘ave nothin’ again, fer all we know yer friends ‘ave just left ye or are dead. In this world why would anyone want ta be friends wit’ ye, someone who be afraid to take a life.” Monica moved to stand only to be shoved back down her face hitting the cold dark ground “STAY DOWN!” She yelled. “Ye have no right to get back up for failing him. We could have been there, we could have HELPED!”

“I know.” Monica replied weakly sniffling, “I want ta ‘elp ‘im, I always wanted ta ‘elp ‘im…” “ BUT YOU DIDN’T DID YOU!?” the other shouted as Monica cried softly “All this because you’re afraid to kill.”

Kill; the word echoed as she thought back “Would you not kill her for me? For us?” back on her failures where she had the choice. “Would you kill for me?” and yet she failed; her eyes opened as the soft pillow pressed against her face  the fur pulled up high as she looked around the dim glow from the candle flickered almost burnt out as she sat up and moved from the bed to her things. Getting dressed Monica looked over towards the sheathed sword that rested in the empty space on the bed next to where she laid before grabbing the sheath and strapping it to her belt. “ Alright….” She murmured as if to someone in her empty room before quietly leaving letting the candle burn out and head out into the dark night.

Title: Re: A Celtic's Journey
Post by: Syl on August 26, 2016, 10:14:00 AM
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Title: Re: A Celtic's Journey
Post by: Syl on November 09, 2016, 11:22:34 AM
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Roaming the woods her mind raced with thoughts, the sword strapped to her belt. The woods were silent, not a sound could be heard from anywhere as she walked through the twisted forest she needed time to think. What is she going to do, where is she going to go. until she finds the answers to her questions she will only keep walking.
Title: Re: A Celtic's Journey
Post by: Syl on September 12, 2018, 11:51:46 PM
It, has been a long time since i have written anything down. My thoughts, my plans.. my maps.

It has become, difficult; for me to remember much of my home now. it is all becomeing a blur. I have made made so many mistakes, countless! And yet i've never once been able to pay the price to make up for them. My friends are all dead most likely and yet I live, is this fate's attempt at a joke? Was the one that is afraid to take a life cursed to watch her friends vanish one, by one, by one, by one, until only they remained?

I doubt anyone will ever see this journal, I prayed that I could of given it to you. But I can't right now.

You vanished, and I was never able to tell you how I truely felt. How I struggled then to utter the words "I love you." Even after you tried to kill me, even after I fired that bolt at you and I begged you to stay. The words latched onto my tongue but no matter how I tried I could not release them.

You have taught me how to listen, to the breath of the city, and the beginings on how to keep out of sight. You knew I wanted to help, you knew I wished to come with you and serve. You made me stable. You made me smile, and you made me laugh looking to brighter days and now? You're not here. All I have now is your memories, your sword, and your note.

Teacher

I look back at my old self now and I see that the two loves I have had in my life are gone because of my own failures. I was not strong enough to protect Her, and I was not strong enough to be by your side. I hope, whereever you are, You still remember me. And the day I see you again I'll tell you how I feel but for now I will merely leave it in my journal.

I love you, Dumas. You are the Big TroubleMaker to this Little TroubleMaker and I will forever love you.