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Re: A Ranger's Vow (A story telling)
« Reply #25 on: March 29, 2016, 04:29:48 PM »
Dementlieu the foppish demented noble rich and imbalance country of poor versus noble not exactly Alan's favored place of travel but he ahd little choice if he wanted to stay fed as the Mist Camp would only provide so much. This did give him the chance to improve his relation with another city and maybe earn their favor. He had long ago met with Baron Anselme de Coursay (sp?) on some personal affairs and with Gwen on a date. Por de Lucine also helped him discover more about Ezra whom more and more he began to favor as he found himself between her and Meilikki. Discerning the poor situation and frustration bothered Alan as he ventured through each sector of the city the poor could easily be fixed if the nobles pooled their science and intelligence together to make this land a prosperous land of equality or at least one with a middle class to it. He himself was treated no more or less he did not care for their trends and styles. Their laws were odd armor wasn't prohibited but he was able to bluff one gendarmie he was wearing gear for hunting grateful he had hunted some boar meat and deer earlier.

It was odd to be in a city with no fear of creatures of the night if anything most things were the rats in the sewers and the thieves in certain quarters. He hadn't travel to far into the woods he had seen the borders of the mist strong there and it was always his guess if the mist was strong somewhere so were the creatures and trouble that come out of it. He have to test himself carefully and see what all he could accomplish. For now he had to be careful not all seeking to rob were evil just tired or victim to poverty but he wasn't going to hesitate to subdue or kill if his life was threaten. Alan's first time after hours while on a date with Gwen to the black market was very clear they won't hesitate ganging up on you or robbing you blind. He did however had practice in Vallaki slaying rats and turning them in for that one coward in his warehouse made it easy enough for him to get tickets for food which he just gave to the poor so they can eat.

Being a woodsman had its benefits he could go live off the land most those in the city didn't know how and that confused him as any simple folk had some talent to thrive on but its as if the nobles themselves deprive the poor of knowledge to keep the down trodden unaware of achieving more. So Alan took it upon himself to teach the poor how to fish as the waters were close to here and how to make tools from stone and wood. However even this was troubling as many nobles owned much of the land around port de lucine and taking from these lands was a crime to the noble. Frustration was his emotion in this land Alan began to see why people robbed each other and wondered if robbing from the rich to give to the poor would be truly so wrong. But that would only make him a criminal to the rich and a hero to the poor. Gathering information on the various nobles was simple enough the town gossiped more than a gabble of Elvin women on a human hero.

Perhaps outwitting the sensibility of these so call educated poppets was the best way to change the tides. But the balance in this place was sensitive if he did so what would be the trouble that brewed what would the mists do to thwart him or who would find annoyance of him. Such thoughts troubled Alan he knew if anything the Mists, as the Raunie told him at the Mist Camp, is not something to pester with out knowing well how to appease it with out occurring its wrath.  Sometimes he wondered how Ezra in her books did so well to do right with out trial or were the stories vague in what she did to survive. Gods he prayed to her some times to give him strength in these endeavors to do right equally asking Meilikki to grant him wisdom and insight.
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Re: A Ranger's Vow (A story telling)
« Reply #26 on: March 29, 2016, 05:34:26 PM »
"Ouch..." That's all Alan could say laying in the Ezra temple floor after his meeting with the Company of the Fox Lt. Remi Rouesseu and Beatrice his friend who works for the Lieutenant. Gods she trusts that man enough to shoot her mouth off about his vampire attack and his work but it shows the camaraderie of the Fox that Beatrice cared enough to take care of him. Frankly he was surprise by their reaction to pull him out from the street to somewhere private. Good enough for him he had just survive an assault from some local gang though he wasn't sure who shot him some one may have miss thought him as one of them. Either way the hit nearly killed him but luckily it had miss his wolf Warwick Jr. the Dire Wolf had gotten bigger and stronger and instinctively followed him constantly and seem to knew when he was in danger running through the publique quarter to save him.

With time to patch himself and turn the tide Alan had spent a lot training with his bow and twp weapon fighting. He had most subdued or slain due to the extent of the injuries Warwick gave them. But, that couldn't be helped let alone the quantity of them that kept coming he had a little pride in being impressed in how many he fought off with his wolf companion and friend. Needless to say the aftermath left him a bit wounded thankfully he patched himself up at a shop the people there a bit fearful and had witness everything. They were courteous enough to let him work on his injuries and rest while Warwick swam across the river to the Vistani where he would be safe with a friend. Even so meeting Beatrice right after the fight was a surprise they shared a few words and she chastised him in getting into such trouble.

Alan had better prepare better in the future in escaping city combat especially with the Gendarmie if his meeting with the subordinates and Juste was anything they wouldn't take Alan's actions lightly or care much. Grinning there was that cute young man he gave a flower too, although Alan was straight, he use that old dumb foreigner custom to get the guy embarrassed who knows if the young man was into guys. Most these foppish men look like they would. But when Lieutenant Rousseau appeared things changed Alan was overwhelmed by the fact some one met the Night Master and survived. "Rado-" The Luietenant almost said with out finishing the name but this did confirm what Lucretia spoke that Night so long ago.

Mount Ghakis was where the site was so it was clear somewhere the Nightmaster traveled from Vallaki to the mountain. The question was what relationship did he have with the Vampires in the Bount in the hidden tombs below that small cemetery? Alan had only attempt twice to go down there but the sentries and bone golems were insidiously strong even with allies it was not an easy trek. Rousseau's escape was intriguing how he poked the eyes and lay holy traps for the beast. It's first attempt against the trap made the Elder Vampire cautious and apprehensive forcing it to turn back from the Lieutenant. Alan knew from vampire studies by van Richten's Guide and his own personal accounts with witnesses that it won't end just there.

How Alan came about such information or knowledge did draw curiosity and he explained his accounts a bit enthusiastically which was embarrassing as the Lieutenant had stress he needed to improve his organization skills which in a bit was not too far from the truth. What drew Alan curious was the man's concern on mount ghakis the search of a friend who he did not express who but spoke of his friend having been murdered in broad daylight and the only account Alan knew so far from that region that fit that description was "Elric" gods if the man was alive he was going to put an arrow into each testicle and kick it like it was a sack between a goal. The name got him in more trouble than he could ever imagine let alone it also took him down the path he was on now. Though he was a knight of mephisto the truth be told the man was not truly as evil as to believe his life effected many it seemed and it beg to question how does one define true evil?

Starring at the old ruin churches ceiling Alan consider all that transpired how some things tied to this Nightmaster and Countess Lyssa. This was bigger than him and both the Lt. and Beatrice agreed he needed allies at some point he could not do this alone. Elana he needed to find Elana tell her all the new information he had gathered and find Lillia as well to pass it down to her. At this point what was all the events about all the lives effected by the circumstances of these two vampires individuals? how much life have they destroyed in the pursuit of their goals and power. Alan wasn't a righteous man he was no paladin or hero but those close to him were hurt by these people and some even lost close ones to their actions. Slaying these vampires wouldn't bring back or heal the pain but it would put an end to the misery of the people afflicted by their actions.

But that still lay to the question were vampires people still? Did they still have things like remorse or joy? The two that he had met exhibit such behaviors with out malice although the older one he did meet was still in some aspect hostile. What did Vampires dream while they rest in the day? For Alan that would have to wait when he found one willing to talk about the things going on in Vallaki if he lived that long to see that day.
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Re: A Ranger's Vow (A story telling)
« Reply #27 on: April 27, 2016, 05:49:55 PM »
Surprise that's All Alan felt as he turmoil over logs and Beech and Oak he carved working the barricades of the Company of the Fox in Dementlieu. It had been a month a long months since Lyssa bordered off the entrance to Barovia with some odd mystical power leaving him to fend in Demenetlieu for some time and make allies. All the things he had investigated from her actions and conspiracies had lead up to adventurers and people bringing fourth Strahd himself to power once more over the land. Many question if bringing the Count back was any real constellation or was it just returning things to its odd balance. So many people were wounded and betrayed by so many all to survive the nightmare that was the Countess's reign. Alan felt a bit ashamed having fled Barovia after assisting with thwarting the sherrif there to help Zachary and a few have some fighting chance. He had lay low returning to Barovia in some calm to assist the new outsiders in regaining some measure of safety and readiness offering armor, boots, equipment free to the community. That's was when he met Alicia a young talented sorceress.

In the last few weeks after Lyssa's overthrown government Alan had come across a lot of knowledge of events from friends, witnesses, and informants. It seem he was nosey or just good at gathering information either way this lead him to find out about three deaths and about a Count interested in the relics of heroes. Artorias had committed suicide by leaping of Tser's Falls the guilt of placing back a terrible monster into power perhaps too much and that made Alan feel heavy wondering what had gone through his friends mind. The second was the rumor of Gwen though a rumor he couldn't find accurate confirmation that maybe her greed got the better of her in snooping around the affairs of the events transpiring though he prayed to Ezra otherwise. Lastly was Elana one who worked so hard to thwart Lyssa a victim by right to the Countess's cruelty and the irony of the hopes to finally lay rest to the vile Vampiress only to be cut down before the finale by the Red Vardo. Alan was still gathering information on the Red Vardo carefully when he discovered the affiliation of the Boritsi and Red Vardo with the Countess. Dangerously a viable ally may have become an enemy as he made things clear to an acquaintance Mariska of what he possibly knew and the fact this Count of Dementlieu had just rough him up a week ago by his bodyguard and Strong Arm goon.

Alan had been made clear people knew his association with Elric and many decease who possessed powerful relics. There were no shortages of people crossing his path with bribes and threats to claim these artifacts. First the Soul Sucking sword of Elric and now Elana's Mirror supposedly a powerful relic verses vampires. Because of his ties with these people and his detective work forces were upon him to claim these objects and bring it to them or else. Alan had some how manage to survive being shot with a flintlock pistol. How he didn't know just the burning pain was enough of a memory to not ward that again. Now he had to deal with the fact Alicia was captured by the Vallaki Garda for assumption and that he was shot with a bolt for refusing to be detained or rather he played smart inquiring why he should be detained given that Lyssa had goons still employed who had acted upon the garda's behalf. He had his reasons to not cooperate he had seen too many garda abuse their station given Ectarina's death the only good Garda Alan remembered. On top of that there was still work in Vallaki to do and he had to be weary of the Red Vardo it force him to make a premature decision to join the Fox both for protection and for his work it seem there were people even there who wanted to know his secrets and use his talent to aid in their own country. Alan began to dislike his new popularity and he thought it was over when he had made amends with Zachary but that was the life he had now always watching the shadows always on the hunt for truths.
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Re: A Ranger's Vow (A story telling)
« Reply #28 on: June 06, 2016, 05:10:45 PM »
Months had pass since the Fall of Lyssa the events prior shook Alan and so much has changed in his life so many things new and old. The quest to overthrow Lyssa had missed Alan or rather he had miss in participating with those aiding Strahd. Event unfurled from witness accounts and informants who were close to him about Artorias' Death a Vistani woman had approach him one he was not familiar with telling him of the man and Alan didn't know how to take the news Artorias was a good man but the thought of him committing self murder the result of the acts too much. Another death that got his ear some weeks after Lyssa was tossed out of reign was Lillia Goodmane disappearance he had lost contact with her sadly events in Vallaki had him defer to Dementlieu awhile for work and he was on case investigating some criminal activity for an employer and on the side hoping to avert anymore attempts in on Baron Ansleme. What further wound his heart was the murder of Elana by Mariska Lerch that troubled him more and what troubled him further in his time investigating former Countess Lysa was the red vardos connections and dirty dealings in the events. He had single handeledly discovered how some of the events were advantageous to the Red Vardo such as removing the Boristi Trade company, the assistance to Lyssa in removing certain individuals, there was a bit more such as the involvement of one of their members turning to a vampire.

Resting and looking over his notes in the Ezra Church he considered a lot of the work he had accomplished in information gathering. He had slowly stepped away from the business as things got a bit high stake. More importantly the rumors surrounding the Red Vardo bothered him they were not an organization to trifled with but the death of Elana bothered him till this day. The approach of the Vistani in returning a Compass artifact perplexed him the Vistani were surrounded by mystery but Alan had not considered the task till they told him of Elana's death interrogating those involved in the venture took a lot of time. He was even bold enough to use the Baron of the Black Market's information to confirm Mariska's involvement as he beat up and couerced Alan to seek the truth. Arpproaching Mariska was no easy feet many knew of her short temper and he had once trust her but to know she was capable of murder and her interest to speak with her first made it clear she was not some one to trust. Undoubtedly he used the Baron as a cover up to get under her skin. She even admitted she did not appreciate blackmail which was a confession none the less. Her skill in magic was as skilled as her resources. Taking down a mage wasn't an easy task and sadly alan had already preared tools incase he did chose or had to fight her. The element of surprise was neccisary even then a few scrolls of Feeblemind, Poison that paralyzed, reduce fortitude, ruined her mind would prevent her from spell casting if and only he could gain the moment of surprise.

But much like the Dalensbane event there was more to the situation than just the murder. What was the motive? What encouraged Mariska to kill Elana? Did she take the compass? Where was the body? Killing Mariska only avenged the death of Elana but would draw the attention of the Red Vardo. It had to be played in their rules and in a way to discourage them in pursuing him or seeing him as trouble. Bad enough he pissed off Werewolves and Vampires last he need was a human organization breathing down his neck and attempting Assassination. the extent he could do was get the Red Vardo removed from Vallaki. But this would leave other associations like in Dementlieu to pursue him. There wasn't enough evidence or protection to pursue it. But he be certain he make it even for Elana's sake, she was no saint that Vastani had reach the deep end even so. Some one had to care for her and there was her uncle. He would have to bring that information to that Uncle of hers she spoke highly about.

Inadvertantly as timed passed and he set that investigation on hold alan needed to rethink himself he had finally found the answers to his omen like dreams and finally became part of the Ezra church thanks to Viorela and Ren. However his initial concern was the increase of Ezran power in Vallaki and the stories that fell behind Martel the inquisitor. His followers believed him whole but Alan had heard some of the things about the Inquisitor such as witch hunts and his blind faith. It was like Zachary but on a much more organize scale. He didn't know why but he felt he eneded to create contingencies just incase the the Inquisitor and his flock got out of hand. Though he believed in Ezra and her guidance he did not believe in the people in her herde and the Inquisitor unnerved him. The more he elarned of his abilities the more he felt he was possibly a threat to Outlanders. Like Zachary it may just take that push. But unlike Zachary, who was self destructive, this man calculated and if Alan did have to challenge him he have to do it with cunning and surprise. The first step would be to remove his ability to pray or ask for divination. That required an assortment of varnishes, poisons, items, to even prevent then there was the man's expertise in combat. Martel was known to be a close in fighter and Alan need it be at least mid-range. He just wished it didn't have to come to that. Martel was... okay in his book but the tick behind Alan's scalp told him the man was watching him as much as he was watchin the man.

Not only did he become a Layman of Ezra he had gained allies in the Eilastraieens having helped with the woodwork in the Sermons and he and Beatrice bond was somewhat growing he had even adopted her and Laura as sisters. Many told him he didn't have to do things alone that was what Lilia Goodmane once told him and she was gone now. He had established from woodsman to Hunter and even then the work kept piling up he needed to single out some duties but maintain the façade of that woodsman so few can suspect his snooping about. It was like almost two identies one was Alan during the day and at night when work must be had he was The Hunter.

Hmm if he had a chance to tell strahd what he knew how would it have been? The man obviously was no man from his discoveries. But still what events would change? First he needed to find this Uncle of Elana's tell him what had transpired it was only fitting the Vistani knew of the death of one of their own who tried to protect them from the evils of the former Countess. And even then what troubles would cause for the Red Vardo? What troubles would he bring now to the Ezran Church? There was so much on his mind and things were good right now. Things were quiet and pleseant aside from the Invidians scouts roaming the land. War was coming and was he going to be a part of it?
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Re: A Ranger's Vow (A story telling)
« Reply #29 on: June 15, 2016, 07:02:50 AM »
Alone once more Alan hated this feeling as the rain fell upon him at Tser's pool. He had finally had a chance to meet with one of Elana's family members and brought them the news of Elana's passing as well as her cause of death. It was the right thing to do after all... earlier in the day He and the Inquisitor Martel spoke for hours upon some of his actions. In Alan's heart was an icy cold sinking feeling having been excommunicated from the church he wondered how it all went wrong and all he could sum up was Martel was not some one to trust with anything. He would put duty over what was right to do and that often was a dangerous mix. Alan and Martel shared differences about Elana he referred to her as a Vecnite worshipper and Alan was her friend making him an accomplice. No words reached Martel as Alan explained being called things as stupid and foolish. Eyeing the Mist that slowly came in Alan truly wondered what he was doing.... his dreams, omens, the prediction of the Rauni all lead him to this path to follow Ezra even now he couldn't explain why. But the church, Martel, was quick to judge.

At the Lady's rest hours ago he had explained his views as he was wrongfully accused of breaking rules and helping a hethenistic faction. For alan he was doing a friend a favor and keeping lives from being taken or harmed. Martel had to many contradictions and a narrow view. Perhaps he was wrong to sing an old folk song that reminded him of home. But it did not mean he had Eilastree in his heart nor prey to her yet Martel insist to make insults of another goddess so disrespectfully as if chastising her non-existence. Yet he avoided answering Alan's questions if he were in another realm would he still praise Ezra even if she did not exist in Faerun. It was amusing to share wit with the man at some point they even bonded. Alan even jokingly admit there was some things of Martel that were speculated and the man who was barely amused even entertained him to try to bring something to surprise him and oh did he do just that. Yet all it did was make the Ezra Inquisitor Ex-communicate him and call him a collaborator with a Vecnite.

The very wording of that was an insult especially how many times Vocar tried to kill him or others. He even gone as far to protect others from the madden Vecnite but Martel would hear none of it. He even blamed him conspiring against the church and its people accusing him of spying when long before his Baptism people were afraid of the Inquisitor people wanted to know if her were threat he and his Anchorites and if needed could they be stopped. After the events with Zachary Dalensbane, Dumas, and Dante Alan was all to familiar how some such people will behave in disregard to the public or others. So he had made contingencies at the time a time before he got to know some of the Ezrans. Yet Martel would hear none of that accusing him of plotting their demise for an enemy weaving falsehoods. He had done so no different as if Martel was working for the church uncovering a conspiracy in a place he should not be.

It did not matter anymore at this point he was alone the Rauni's prediction was right. In the end in his battles in his work he was always alone..... He needn't a church to dictate what he felt in his heart or do what was right. He had Ezra in his heart and it would have to be enough for him and for the Guardian of the Mist. Oddly just like his dreams he stood before the Mist recalling how Ezra called out to it demanding answers. So did the Hunter stood before the Mist frighten, curious, concern....

"Ezra, Goddess, you came to my dreams as a beacon. There are so many lives I have helped and saved. Lights that desire to stay bright and yet I am alone.... I am Baptized and yet ex-communicated from your temples. If I have wronged you tell me so I may correct it. But I cannot fight alone, I cannot do such alone even though it seems I am destined to be. I have no great weapon, no gift of you, merely my wits and determination.... you have called to me to do what's right and I barely know you other than the four books and what knowledge I gleamed from Anchorite Viorela whom I care for very much... I know not any other direction other to fight the night and bring them back to the light and protect those lights that are both dear and in need of me. What would you have me do? How can I prove to them I am worthy of you even though I am different of them... I do not see the church's ways as ways to better earn my fellow persons trust to give them belief in you. To frown on their dieties, to frown upon them, is like telling them there is no hope yet to give them hope as I have is to mislead them.... I'm confused and alone. I fear battle may come between me and your chosen and I do not wish to fight them. I have no interest to fight your chosen... but I will not simply curl up and die and let my light be extinguished because of their naïve ways and views... help me Goddess Guardian of the Mist this lone wolf lost from his pack..."
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Re: A Ranger's Vow (A story telling)
« Reply #30 on: June 19, 2016, 01:14:15 AM »
How does one reflect the sorrow in his heart or the anger marred in his soul? Drinking of course and that is what Alan did at the lady'said rest. Not enough to hinder if he needed to work or escape but that dull buzz that kept your mind from thinking too much. His time 2ith the so called Ezrites was short. The moment he had met Martel and the few he knew it be trouble. But a young Ezra had inspired him given him insight and hope. How disappoint Viorela must be in him..... whatever hope he had in someth8ng growing was burned to Ash there was no way he would see him as a good man. He blamed himself slightly for not truly understanding the naivety of the Ezra way but Alan desired acceptance to fill the loneliness he felt when he had found he was stuck in this wretched world. Thier 2ays were too diffrent from Faerun, cold unfeeling, was this truly the Guardian of the Mists way or the way of men faulauble in thier ideals?

Martel had proven one thing to Alan, he was not ready to walk among them rather they were not ready to accept him. The dreams of the sacred Guardian were not lies.... they for told to him that Ezra sought his aid but the Rauni's prediction in Tser Pool was true he was alone in his quests and desires he had full filled the Tarr okay fortune of the Rook. Locked away in a tower alone to face challenges and tasks with out aid isolated from others for crimes and misjudged.

Martel was a cunning man a man who did not trust anyone outside the church. Alan had shared with the man in hopes to impress him and show him the truths and dangers that lay in his way of thinking. Goddess if the man did not get th3m killed by the Legion. Though Alan didn't have time to mourn his loss or be angry at th3 church for out casting him. Ren had done something in Vallaki to make herself a wanted woman.... Hunters would be after her. The irony how it was Elena all over again now he had to oppose would be money seekers and heroes from claiming her life for doing what was right in her heart.

He doubt a man like Martel even 5hough she supposedly was a friend would grant her mercy. Part of him hope the a inquisition would stand in his way.... but such thoughts were men who work for the Legion. If it came to it he more than likely subdue till he could prove Rensl's innocence but that was naive.

She was guilty and she did it knowing the price, but that's what he admired about her she was pretty ballsy.  There was little for Alan to do anymore in Vallaki it was like a bad stain in his life. Nothing good came out of the people and as much as he wanted to help those victim of the mist the ordeals he had gone through had become overwhelming. Eyeing the tsuika on his table he wonder what value was there going to this important church person for penance. He did not true crime, Martel had wrongfully accused him of evil acts as if the end justifies the means but nothing was ever black and white. He had done so incase the Ezrites proved to be a threat to innocent people.... Outlander had no society or city no place of thier own. How could they trust when such religious types had already lay waste to innocent lives.

Had Alan had such I'll intent he would not have gotten so close. Maybe this was a test by Ezra to see if was truly worthy. Goddess did he pray not to lose his temper with the Inquisition he doubt he have any kindness to the man after this. Respectfully to Ezra he wouldn't pick a fight with the church or her chosen. But if they did with him he would not idly stand by for insult or harmful action.

There wasn't time to bicker with false friends or so call brothers and sisters. There were only two of them h3 gave a damn about and that's all that mattered. For now playing it by ear was safe, perhaps being excommunicated would give him some infamy. Though he had to be amused he didn't expect through church has to be so afraid or so cowardly. But good enough for them to be afraid of him hopefully that would mean they stay out of his way when he worked. But he didn't doubt if they had contingencies of thier own for him if he did not seek penance though being humiliated and kicked out of the church even before he started was good enough.

Something Myrtle said to him once became motivation... he was a Pathfinder. Perhaps this was just one chapter in his road to disc9ver his ties with Ezra why else seek him or bother him in his dreams. Why the many circumstances he find himself before her shrines or statues.... Perhaps like her his answers lay in the Mists she reside in and maybe it was time to follow her examples.
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Re: A Ranger's Vow (A story telling)
« Reply #31 on: June 23, 2016, 02:13:57 PM »
Words couldn't express the disbelief and distrust Alan had for the Ezrites the recent events of his excommunication and penance was one thing however in his choice to remain in Dementlieu to avoid any more unnecessary conflict with them only ended up in conflict. or whatever reason Viorela had come to him for what purposes it seem mostly for prayer, concern, and friendship. Inquisitor Jadin had done something to upset her verily but she did not lend details. The first few days were remarkable in the fact they had more of a friendship than ever sharing with each other tales of woe and beliefs. For Alan it made their bonds tighter. The Hunter had reside to the fact they could only be friends knowing her devotion for Ezra was far more than his own. He would not impede that as he swore to Fabio he wasn't inhuman to ruin another's dream. But like a nightmare just when things were going well Martel approached them taking Viorela away from him so childishly. Separate things were quiet and like a child Viorela was treated as if she could not be friends with a vagrant like himself.

Alan frowned as he sat at Mist Camp eyeing the mist. He did not share the vision he had when he had adventured with Shridia's party knowing that Martel who had rescued him felt Alan should be grateful even when he suckered punch him and accused him of putting Viorela in danger. Again the man treated the woman like a child unable to make her own decisions. She was forced by the church and Martel to absolve their friendship till the time Alan had regain composure with the church. Even after his long session with Fabio and his honesty to remain but friends with Viorela the church took that away as well. In truth the church had become everything Elana had said it would be and Alan felt great shame and disappointment in Ezra's chosen this petty ridicule and chastising only proved to him the church was no better in kindness like the other faiths who endangered the lands. But he had proven to Fabio that Alan had no desire to take lives but he would defend them.

It was outrageous how petty the church, Martel, was with him holding his life over his head and being so meager to take Viorela's choice from her. He understood they were acting like a confuse frighten parent to something they did not know. Inadvertently letting the Legion seep into their souls over such petty things. At first Alan had chosen to leave Vallaki and them alone to do as they wish to show sign of peace. Now, with the increase of getting more followers and the increase of chastising other people Alan had to rebuke the kindness he had offered. This would definitely make him the rival of Martel and the church but he vowed to Viorela he would not harm the church or the people of it directly. Now he had to do exactly what he told Martel he would not do. Against the church was no better than the Red Vardo but he did not believe the relation Martel had with the killer Mariska it was almost evident the man was as equally naïve as he was.

It was time to prevent the church from gaining anymore power and influence even if he was already on the verge but with a noose over his head anyway what more damage would he cause? Tightening his resolve he considered Myrtle's words. "Pathfinder you're a good man. No church will tell you how you feel and I doubt your goddess would frown on you in doing what's right. You're alone maybe it was time you weren't." More Alan thought of it more she was right he knew how the Western Heartlanders rose to defend their homes from Tiamat and other threats in his own heart he was a Defender in Heartlands, but this wasn't Faerun, even so the basis was there and it was time to make that change and difference. Better to be a anti-hero than a heroic leader he thought there were grey paths to follow and  Martel had given him the decision to follow that path. He would have to take what he created and sleep with what he had chosen to make of this and deal.
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Re: A Ranger's Vow (A story telling)
« Reply #32 on: July 04, 2016, 07:38:20 AM »
Where did one begin it wasn't the first time Alan was in trouble with the Vallaki law but this was the first they actually set a bounty. What amused him was the presumption of smuggling when it was cleared the item itself was disassembled and the law to frugal to determine the differences. So once more he was staving off Bounty Hunters he really didn't want to kill anyone it wasn't in his nature but Seiglinde had made a point today by showing him the wanted add from Vallaki and the fact the Ezrite Church was further betraying him. It was all too amusing how these people were quick to judge, ridicule, and turn their backs on another. He had decided to run after speaking with the Kind Garda whose name now escaped him. He didn't want to assault him but used Flash Powder to try to blind him when it was certain he was receiving a death penalty. What wounded him more was how bitter Martel was to sell him out Alan knowing they were not of the best of terms but for the Inquisitor to be so petty to rat him out was beyond Alan's measure of restraint for the hate he had now flowing for the Ezrite Inquisitor. Not only did he soil his name to the church, he had taken Viorela his friend away and even brainwashed her to see him as lower than dirt. A part of Alan owed Martel for sparing his life but at this point he did not think he could offer same kindness not after once again he had betrayed Alan.

It was too much the trouble with the Ezrites were the beginning he had hope to snoop around for the Invidians again per last time but the more he stayed in Vallaki the more Alan knew he was going to get in trouble or waste his time. The Ezrites have become a reasonable force there and their actions have become noticeable to both the Vistani and many Outlanders. It was painful to have Outlanders know you and ask you to assure them the Ezrites meant no harm... but he couldn't lie to them the possibility was apparent given their layman Alphonse and some of their Anchorites. But Alan was one man and they were five or more Seasoned Strong as well as united. They are aware of his counter measures even though he never had intention to use them merely set aside for the worst case scenario. But Martel... that vicious man that loathsome man twisted his words as if it were an act against the church to faithfully rich in blindness to understand the view of an Outlander. Alan felt foolish he had hope the dreams of Ezra would finally lead him to answers but it only lead him to misery. He still felt beholden to her yet what could he do to prove to the church he was not the villain the Inquisitor wrongfully portrayed him. Yes he could confess he was not one to follow like others, yes he was not one to simply follow a square and not think outside the box, but he was a good man with a good heart.

All lights in this Realm technically belonged to Ezra, each light needed guidance, and protection but to spern them to chastise them Alan didn't feel like the other Anchorites he didn't feel it was necessary to verbally beat down these outlanders who have lost everything. But Martel was seen as a good man... He was just another Zachary lost in his own Faith. Maybe Alan was no better... His pleas and his console fell on deaf ears many of times. Now, now he had to worry of Bounty Hunter and the Ezrites he was not an evil man nor did he see himself as a criminal. He did what he had to do as an outsider he was not a Barovian... he was a Heartlander. Their laws were broken and misconceived with corrupt and unjustifiable Guards. Maybe Vladamir was right perhaps some one needed to remove them all.... but it wasn't going to be Alan he wouldn't take a life less he was forced too. Alan recall that day with the Murdred Vistani he had no choice to fight against their assailants but the feeling left him queasy and sickened. How would he handle such if he became a Soldier of the Fox. Even then his troubles would persue him and he did not wish to bring anything poor on Sieglinde, Remi, and Beatrice's door but he didn't know any other options.

There was another... one he had hope to seek brother Fabio something he wanted to try and see... If Alan could somehow survive the trial to becoming an Anchorite maybe they will see the truth, listen to him, perhaps even forgive him. Even so that would not change his feelings toward Martel and the others in the Vallaki Sect... He would always remain distrustful of them always remain vigilant to ensure they did not cross the line. But who was he to stop them, who was he to change them, he was nobody a nothing in this horrid realm. Since a long time Alan missed Faerun he couldn't figure why he was needed here or why the great spirits beckoned him to this horrid twisted land of darkness. Even starring up at the stain glass of Ezra in Port he beckoned to her and called to her asking for clarity to all this madness. "You call to me, you ask me to leave my goddess Meilikki's side. I walked among your chosen and only received bitterness am I an Outlander not worthy of Ezra? I had sought to protect those from the Night from the Mist that you so wish to prevent from claiming so many innocent. I am not a perfect man I am not pure like some of your chosen but my heart is good. I may not agree with society but change is inevitable in the Grand Scheme of things. If this is your trial to me then I will do my best but I am alone, frighten, and in need of your guidance... Goddess what shall I do? My heart burns for vengeance for the Inquisitors betrayal and damage but I also yearn acceptance from you and your fold. I am whom I am if I must change it must be for the better. Otherwise I ask you if you not need of me if the dreams meant nothing then let me know.... but I can't simply leave this land or walk away. So many good people live here so many I want to protect..."

"Ren had lost her love and she mourns though he chose his path she was denied closure... Elana turned from you and walked down a dark path because of her tragedy with Lyssa and yet it is okay for a Red vardo Mariska to slay her in cold blood and steal the Vistani's treasure not even allowing the woman a proper burial... Even Elric a man who worships a Deamon still held reasonable amount of honor. You spoke it clear if those of the Night turn from the Mist then they are yours. But how can I turn them... how can I bring them to the light when I must face odds like your Chosen Martel a man blinded by his own words. A judge you deemed chosen and yet here I am a man who seeks no ill will or desire to kill your flock. I shared with him a truth because I had trust in him and he betrayed my trust? Now I am certain he and the others will pursue me and I do not wish to snuff your chosen lights... its madness. I did no wrong but follow my heart. There is no definitive black or white there is always Gray. But I must thank you however for allowing Sielginde to hear me and offer me truth of what has transpired. Protect her better than me I'm not worthy... although I wish to be. Please do not let those who hunt me wish my life.... I do not wish it so... I fear if it is as such that the Night will claim me as my heart has grown bitter to this madness and death. such unfair death such tragedy..."

Alan could not help but pray kneeling. "Goddess Ezra she whose light clears the way. In the Grand Scheme of all things the challenges before me are merely the workings of events yet to be unfold. Please spare my sister Laura and my friend Beatrice any grievance in my passing.... I have few love ones in this land. So many promises to keep... The Vistani wish my aid in finding their compass... I owe that to Elana for being a coward for not being there. I am weak and yet I oppose challenges greater than me and I am alone... all I have left is you. I beseech you guide me give me a sign... I confess I was wrong to prepare against your Anchorites but I spoke truth because they deserved to know... to know that people do fear them that people do prepare against them. But it was never in me to kill them I can slay monsters but taking a life of another person... is never easy. Since that day with Elana and those Thieves.... Every day I try to make a difference. I confess I have sinned I am selfish in my desires to protect those I love and those I fear need protection. I wish to be your shield and rampart guide them in a way to you through me. All I wish to do is live up to my mother's legacy and help people saving lives. I know my means aren't the best but I am one man and alone. If you would accept me bestow your light upon me I would do everything I can to preserve every light even those with in the Night those even with in the Light... I don't truly know your Anchorites or your church but through your scriptures I've learned of you. And I feel you are far more benevolent than those of the church so I beseech you forgive me I confess before you and only you for my heart is now and forever yours Goddess as you were the one who called me and made me more through trial."

Rising Alan sighed his other option was completing the Trial Fabio had mention Layman took to become an Anchorite if he could do this maybe the church would accept him... Perhaps he had already made Ezra wait long enough. Either way he would die some day he felt it better dying fighting in what you believe in. Perhaps even if he shouldn't if he succeed he would find the compassion to forgive Martel and the others an reunite them with Ezra in a way unique and wholesome. Fiently he smiled wishfully but knew the reality of this land was so cruel.
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Re: A Ranger's Vow (A story telling)
« Reply #33 on: August 09, 2016, 09:01:38 PM »
Title: [Lost Woods]

Cruelty was the truth of this realm a sour and bitter truth Alan had grown accustom too. Not soon after his return with Beatrice on a successful hunt in the Hazlin deserts did he not find himself in an unforgiving situation. He did not know how to take the truth of the matter or why it happened simply the Garda were being the Garda meddling with outsiders and being one himself Alan didn't often take kindly to how they acted toward people who did not ask to be victims in the mist. But it drew attention his own fault when at the Lady's Rest sign the Garda approach him demanding to have his name and occupation. What he didn't expect while he wistfully verbally circle around the Garda was Martel to blurt out about his firearm. Let alone the additional insult Alan knew his ties with Martel were poor but the actions taken whether for his betterment landed him in trouble. Though coolly Alan considered this a moment to see how both react and seeing Martel's hand on his own weapon just confirmed his belief a bit.

Beatrice his one close friend didn't trust Martel or the Ezrites Alan could see why at times but they were her chosen and he wasn't going to resist. not in fear of Martel though stronger than Alan he was a bit craftier maybe he'll need to talk to Gwen on some rogue talents for the future. Out numbered and not about to let Beatrice be involved in a mess Alan merely nodded to himself and went willingly with the Garda with out to much rebutle.  Half a smile Alan didn't even feel hate for Martel he knew why the man chose to speak the man was clear on his conviction after the adventure with Viorela. It was clear he was in love with her their faith was blinding and annoying why Alan thought he had such a chance with such a blind woman was beyond him the irony is they were ment for each other.

Time passed and night came the fact the Garda weren't going to shoot or try to kill him surprised Alan. At this point they don't risk the Were Rats last time one of them left him out to die by the were rats with his cuffs on towards the barracks. Thankfully running was something he had practice in and eventually got them off at the Drain. Now didn't seem like one of those moments. The man was oddly fourth coming and. . . considerate which was highly odd by the Garda given their history of corruption and dislike for outsiders. So they spoke and he explain about his hunting the wolves and werewolves and the long journey in sparing many the fate that befell him in this land of Vallaki.

Strangely the Garda, a male, a youth much like him left his family farm for more wondrous pursuits. He himself could understand that alan meant well but the law was law even though Alan clearly pointed the law had no structure to dis assembled firearms as that would make them only parts not a fire arm. You couldn't call a hilt or a cross guard a sword with out the blade but the logic fell upon these people. True he was working around the law but he did not break any such law. Forgoing the differences Alan had no ill will towards this man his heart was honest and it was truthful so he complied and wish the best. Yet Death was the only judgment that would be given and Alan didn't desire dying by locals especially when so much still had to be done...

Morning sun lit the room with an eerie orange glow what little time Alan had he shared with the man some of his tales and his investigations. The man was seemingly by his expression impress or at least intrigued though he had to keep Alan talking of the former countess though some of her actions did show interest to the man. Escorted out from the barracks of the Garda Alan considered his escape this time around the young Garda wasn't that inexperience and although Alan's hands were never binded he was a man of his word. He would do the Garda no harm and Alan never enjoyed killing less he was force to. It was something to kill a creature of the night another to take away the light Ezrite set in people. So he had to devise a distraction he had analyze the Garda and his skill and strength. He had watch them countless times, irony as Martel knew of his spying on the Ezrites, he recalled this man being good with a sword all he needed was distance and the right tools. The Garda at most were lousy shots using Crossbows which take time to reload and fire a rate of fire easily dodged or avoided.

Before the gates the man and him seem dishearten the man insisted Alan comply but the former woodsman's heart sank the young man was kind and only doing his job. A spiteful man would have blamed Martel for his death or even Alan's but but Alan wasn't that type of man. He would only battle if he couldn't avoid it so when shaking the man's hand he caused a chain reaction in his magical gloves to release some Dazzing powder, though it did not work Alan did distract him long enough to flee. The call of the Garda wounded Alan the man felt slightly betrayed and that was something he had to explain some day. For now alan had to run to the sewers and get what little stash he hid down there at the Drain. He just had to be faster and lay enough confusing traps for them to be mislead.

Part of Alan enjoyed the chase and wondered if Gwen often did such things or was her acts a bit more provocative? Either way The Garda's partner with the crossbow did exactly as Alan thought she got a few lucky shots mostly as he had cut corners to distracting them but eventually they couldn't keep up. By the time the sewer chase got half way Alan was far enough from them to almost lose sight and when they got out the well he was already at the woods. The young male Garda's voice demanding he come back at once. It was a painful sound it was the sound of betrayal and that is something Alan hated doing to some one innocent. Closing his eyes he ran through the woods having got what he needed in the Sewers and made way to Dementlieu at the Port he had a few contacts and few would care about the laws of Vallaki there and certainly he will find Beatrice.
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Re: A Ranger's Vow (A story telling)
« Reply #34 on: August 09, 2016, 09:40:21 PM »
Title [Lost Woods] Act 2

City of Lights it's glistening light posts, well mannered and dress populace, its poor, it was a city of night and day. Alan found the city life easy to mend too finding work under his two disguises Dimitry a Nocturan leather worker and Hauk a calisham outsider who was a scholar. Alan took this time to pursue trade and knowledge working on his leather work and alchemy. To his surprise he excelled in them and as Hauk he worked for a noble whose daughter thought the world of him and tried hard to persuade him to follow Ezra, what irony, and pursue even more scholarly great deeds. Hauk's life was sophisticated but it gave Alan a chance to better understanding Dementlieu Lady Farthingale had given him a book once and he was once told by one of his informants to take a better look of such a fair city.

It was no surprise the city had its own evil and darkness and it was the reflection of men a truly horrific monster. The viscount and his barovian mistress were annoying to get around especially since Maghda seem to snap like a dog at any moment notice with anything near her vicinity. It did give him time to research more on El's death by Mariska some of the information required him to head back to Tser pool at the time and he had to lay low his identity but manage to make and ally out of the Raini and leader there who happen to be El's cousin. The news he did gather at the time was fair enough but they wanted more they wanted names and locations. They especially wanted that compass but Alan studied Mariska for some time especially when he confronted her about Elana. fitting the pieces between rumors and facts Mariska was not only influential she kept hands in very important people and groups. Alan didn't know her persay but getting on her badside was like fighting pure night.

Tales tell of her wizadry and Alan found means to counter but her growth was exponential to his own and the tools he did find would be render useless. It would require a sneak attack, cunning, above all deciet. Time at the black market as Dimitry help make his search for knowledge a bit grander. He had fortunately made friends with a skilled and pleasant thief. The halfling was kind and only used her talent to necessarily help people if not rob the rich. Alan never hurt anyone and she liked the fact he would subdue and not kill first. but like any of his relationships they were short lived and ruined as she fell for another guy who happen to be a Gendarmie who happen betrayed her and faced her with execution. Well when he showed up dead one day, not by Alan's hands, he found karma to be cruel and funny in irony. This realm seem really big in irony and if it had any sense of humor it was the morbid kind.

Progressively  he tried joining the fox and with time maybe his works in aiding the poor and acting upon his dual personalities gave him time to reflect. He had considered long the transpiring of the Ezrite circle. Most trying to convince him to do better in life but they often forget how alien he was to their way of thinking how alien he was to this world. Fabio had played a major role in insight as well as morale counseling. Alan had to agree a truce was needed between he and Martel at this rate they would jeopardize lives and Alan wanted no part in that. The lives of a few had already begun to be afflicted and he didn't want his friends or the people he knew hurting each other. So relenting one day Alan made the choice.

Not long in the seventh month of the fourth day did Alan began to write to Viorela. she had gotten to convince one of his contacts who knew of their friendship to give him a letter. Her request to turn himself in was shocking but reading further it seem she as always was acting on her heart and faith. Perhaps it was good Martel won her hand in marriage as Fabio revealed more of them to him each day. It was sad to think alan was already defeated long before trying to even date Viorela. The naivety of still wishing to be friends and how she prays for him each day didn't surprise Alan it was just the type of woman she is. This realm had darken Alan a little bit but a little of him had hope so he had wrought back and apology to her and Martel he was whom he was and he forgave even apologize for not genuinely knowing their relationship not considering thier faith kept them reserve.

Resided to his fate Alan had agree to turn himself on Viorela's conditions only since she strove so hard to make it easy upon him. Yet as he resided to this chance this fate would not happen. His meddling in the Red Vardo had drawn some interest so he had to remain low for awhile less he draw too much attention. They considered him insignificant and the Owl's book was quite informative upon them and other such groups. Between them and the Falkovians there were conspiracies surrounding Ansleme an ally of his. Yet the conspiracies had Alan stay at bay he didn't need trouble in Dementlieu just yet he had few safe havens as it was. He was too close to solving Elana's murder and he had to visit the Rauni again to relay some of his newer findings.

Yet upon his return to Barovia and to send letter to Viorela and Martel to settle his detainment he had caught sight of Invidians. Curiosity was Alan's worst enemy as he wandered through the mountains following the scouts. It was no surprise he had done more roguish work than hunter's since his time in Dementlieu and failed to see the wolves tracking him and not just wolves but Greater Werewolves. Like instinct Alan unsheathed his silver axe and short sword preparing to fend them off. One by one they howled as claw and blade met their cries causing his targets to flee. The night grew late into the early mornings and Alan stood exhausted they had all died his skill in Werewolf hunting paided off but he bit more than he could handled he was wounded and in poor condition. His left inner thigh had a great gash and he had killed all the wolves that came at him including the four greater.

Collapsing by Seer pool all he could remember was the mist enveloping him like his nightmares. Fearing he prayed to Ezra to not let his light fade. Praying with all his worth he felt the tinge of darkness around his eyes even though day break glisten the Tser Pool. The Beavers close by sensed his empathy and continue to make a ruckus drawing the Vistani's attention. All he heard in the distance was "Grigorio" the voices muffled but something stung like a bright light to his eyes. Perhaps death was causing him to Hallucinate but he swore Elana was smiling at him and shook her head. When he woke he was resting at the Mist Camp and he knew the debt he have to pay...
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Re: A Ranger's Vow (A story telling)
« Reply #35 on: August 13, 2016, 01:09:49 PM »
Wounded in bed one can only imagine the on goings in thought one has. Since he got here the only peace of mind Alan had was working the conspiracies and mysteries of this world its all that kept him sane from the misery with in it. Vistani had rescued him and for that he wasn't sure what debt he was obligated to you but the sounds of music and the pungent marshy musk of  the mists was close. Seeing his injured leg and arm he fought till he had collapsed from blood lost his supplies were short enough as it was his own fault for trying to work so hard against time before he turn himself in to Viorela and Martel. Echoes of song and dance seem distant there was much he had found but even as he lay in bed he was able to convince some Vistani to share some news of the outside world. Ansleme's dethroning, overturn, whatever it was by that Viscounte Maurceux was simply a power turn... the once humble Gendarmie Captain now a nobleman now viscount had surely gained power over the time Alan was about. His veracious loyal hound Maghda surely probably ecstatic to have things to chase. But what concerned him was this rumor of Cyrus suddenly gaining favor by the viscount and his aggression towards Ansleme what was the source of the utrn over what was the purpose were rumors true?

Either way it would make Mariska's conspiracy a lot more difficult with that particular group in power. It wouldn't be difficult to cause enough distractions to avoid their custody but in the same they weren't the smartest roup when it came to truths. They cared for their own and that is plain and simple as you got. But Alan had enough problems in Vallaki one group fire at time he supposed. Though the call of this Iron Sons dishearten him the fact such people would out cast outsiders same as freaks was disheartening. Such a group would be detrimental to the survival of others misfortunate enough to land with in the mist. Their defeat at the hands of the Invidians was bit of just irony but he did worry of teodor and Erza there was a few things he had to share with erza about the Gunderkite Rebellion he stumble across. Sighing leaning aginst the lush pillow with in the tent he was in Alan puzzled why should he ehlp Vallaki if the news and rumors passing by the camp were true aiding them and being imprisoned would be far more dangerous to his health.

War, to think he would be involved in a war. Technically it wasn't his war it wasn't his people and they didn't care for him so it wasn't his problem. But the thought of outsiders being bullied, used as soldiers, or worst bothered him greatly then there was the Ezrite church who may have gotten involved. Hand over his face alan didn't have the tools or the finances to Hunt Invidian Soldiers let alone attempt to aid those who shoot him first askj questions later. Lightly he prayed to Ezra hoping there was some light in all this darkness there was a few rumors a friend who was a Caliban had told him that he spotted during one of his escapes from the Gaurda that there was diggings in the tunnels. If it were true would they bring the fight not from the outside but inside the walls of the Vallaki city.

Shaking his head Alan just chose ti ignore it all it wasn't his problem it wasn't his fight and he wasn't a hero or an investigator for Vallaki.... This time it wouldn't be like Lyssa this time Alan didn't have much in value in protecting a city or people he did not come to love... he had lost love for Vallaki and its people.
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Re: A Ranger's Vow (A story telling)
« Reply #36 on: August 18, 2016, 04:28:29 PM »
Sitting in his room at the Manor Alan removes the fake mask he had learn to apply to mask his identity as Mr. Hauk Debeaux. How strange this epiphany as he locked his door the luxurious room filled with frilled royal purple satin curtains and laced with an almost orange crème interior wall paper bordered with spades set in floral patterns. The heavy cherry oak colored furniture gave a contrast to the bright color room the bed sheets same as the wall yet frame in a crème collar bed frame using birch to accent the coziness of the room. It was all a bit too luxurious for Alan but it was his identity for now. Ensuring the door was locked and sticking a few wooding shanks to ensure the door stayed closed he had secure it and the window lacing a few snare and spike traps. Lately his life of conspiracies was catching up with him. He was provoking the wrong people it seem and sadly he just wanted it to be over. Sitting at the desk provided him with the hotel stationary he sat with a lit candle beside him and thought what Beatrice said. "If no one does something who will? Who will do the things others cannot? Its one of the things I love about you. regardless how foolish you seem at it you do it from your heart and worry about hurting others even though they may not have the same regard as you.

Coming from one of his few friends it moved him and his resolve thickened once more remembering Lilia Goodmane and Elena saying similar things. Perhaps that was his role in the Mist Lands. Beatrice with out considering in informing him had ask her friend Kat to speak with Mariska. Now he received rumors from an odd contact and two allies that a Red wearing individual was seeking. He wasn't too thrilled as it could mean a lot of things. The Red Vardo were heavily into their business and did not like interference often they make examples less pushed heavily to a point they work to kill some one secrecy. Alan knew this very well thanks to the man named as the Owl who had taught him about this underground life. How funny if it were not for Gwen being in his life he never get into the Rogue life he hoped she was doing well and staying out of trouble. His one day venturing Mist Camp the Vistani approached him on behalf of Elana's cousin asking of any more news of the Compass which was hard for Alan as he had no positive leads other than Mariska and walking up to her and saying " Hey about that compass know anything about it?" Might incur the Wizard woman in blasting him with Ezra know what kind of spells. How funny they use to be descent acquaintances to this but this wasn't going to be like Zachary Delensbane.

Removing the ink well and quill he removed his own parchment knowing well using hotel stationary paper would have a seal or a indentation recognizing their property so using woodmen made paper was his trade mark as it had no bearing in his location other than woods. Ironically he had been using his faithful Dire Wolf Warwick Jr. to deliver his mail having little trust in systems knowing  that Port was the Red Vardo's set area of operation and the fact the church was here as well didn't help. But as they say the best place to hide is under the nose of a troll while they think your elsewhere. Preparing himself removing his long blue sir coat Alan began to write to the Vistani Elder in Tser Pool.

"Dear Rauni,

Upon reading this as I promised to you I will update you in my finding and knowledge of your request. I Alan Hunter upon my word said I will help you with in my limits upon your request of A> Elana's Murderers and B> The location of the Compass. This is no simple task as working against an organization is like fighting with a pin needle against trolls. From what sources I can find and old trails that have long been forgotten I have come up with some information but not much. Though the Medium we spoke of that took sight of Elana's ghost still will not reveal herself she has answered my questions to the best of her ability. I'm not to fond of ghosts so its hard for me to even approach the idea in asking some medium to conjure Elana's ghost for clues. But from the one we spoken with it was enough detail to affirm Mariska was present with another an elf in pink and white but this vague imagery it could mean simply it was an elf in Red Vardo garm. Factual trails and evidence, not to say this medium is faulty, leads me to believe Mariska is guilty of knowing what happened as I made a bold approach months ago with the retort I was trying to blackmail her. She at that point had become very hostile towards me that much is certain which confirms suspicion to motive but does not confirm she killed Elana per say. With the investigation of their relationship there is signs of animosity and deep dislike. There is motive but with out evidence there is no affirm guilt for all I know the man in pink and white was the accused. Friends and Confidents affirm me to not meddle in such affairs ranging from the Ezran Priests to close friends as it would put an unnecessary danger to myself.

At first I acted childishly in revenge maybe its fear that they were right and I am biting more than I can chew like the Conspiracy with Countess Lyssa. However aside from the affirmations that Mariska has had high inclination to oppose Elana and the words trying to Black Mail her I have to question the proof we have accumulated. With out either her or this mysterious partner being fourth coming there is motive but no guilt. Though many individuals would agree on two things A> She has high probable cause and B> Do not get Involved meaning there is more to this few are willing to share. It is also known she had few enemies with the Ezrites being alayman of the faith I had some insight with an individual who made it clear pursuing such and trying to make innocent the actions of a criminal was clear. Elana surely aggravated many and went through means I can't say from my accounts were savory but her heart was in the right place especially when it came to her final days in protecting the Vistani from murder. information I gathered from many individuals who either relinquished or passed to me indicates the vardo have some involvement with Countess Lyssa but wether it was the Bioristi or the Vardo who dealt with the dealings I could never confirm who killed the Vistani under the Countess's orders.

Needless to say with my trouble with Vallaki after a brief err disagreement and with the Invidians roaming it made working in that area difficult to say the lease. Even so at this point I don't have anymore leads to take with out snooping in Red vardo businesses, breaking an entering, or getting cross with their own scouts which would result in some needless trouble and I prefer not to be well flamed. Not to say I'm a coward just that whacking the hornet's nest does no good with out a plan or motive. I wish I had more news to tell you other than that. If the Vistani have any leads or a means to track the compass or locate it I would say that would be our next step and as your suggestion ins peaking with Count strahd I rather that be the last desperate attempt if at all possible. I don't think such a being has time for a Woodsman and his prattle of consipiracies. Even though lurking around the Rebel Gunderkite camps with the Invidians has proved some what informative especially those citizens fleeing or seeking refuge. Anyways I will send letter or meet with you again as soon as I tie a few lose ends of business. As always my Dire Wolf will drop my letters on your Vardo's step if you wish to return a letter it will pick it up in the same case as always. I remind you and your people to not go shooting at it its overly friendly and well trained just don't feed it it tends to get lazy and affectionate.

Sincerely, the Woodsman"
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Re: A Ranger's Vow (A story telling)
« Reply #37 on: August 18, 2016, 05:14:50 PM »
Rubbing his temples Alan prepare the tube that would take the letter. Heading to the window in his Hotel room he take his bow and tie the tube to an arrow he had augmented to make a particular whistle. The pitch could not be heard by most since it references to a dog whistle though some elves would be annoyed by the sound as Alan let loose the arrow and it soared striking the ground across the way before the port city. He watched as that grey furball of a Wolf bound out from the woods barking grabbing the tube and bringing it to the Vistani Caravan Man who was already aware of he and the Rauni's interaction. The Dire Wolf looked in the direction of the arrow and sorely Alan hated leaving it outside the city so much but there were few threats other than people to it and a man walking with a wolf would either be seen uncivilized or . . . . Alan wondered if there was a permit needed to have exotic animals on a leash. He could also pose as an entertainer of the dimwitted nobles to capture their hearts with a lovable goofy wolf. Either way he took a moment to ensure no one saw and closed the window barring it as before.

Sitting at the desk he once more glanced over his note books in the things he must do and write for his next letter to Martel and Viorela.

"Dear, Martel and Viorela

It is a shame events lead the way they did. I appreciate your consideration in aiding me to clear things with Vallaki. I know Martel ment well but some days I wish he didn't blab. Whether justice is the good cause justice is also blind and we must admit I am not like you two in many ways. This land is not my home it does not mean I should not respect it but some of it seems frivolous and irrelevant. But I'm an outsider with no home, no land, no place to settle. As for our plan for me to turn my self in I am not dnying but we need to truly look over the circumstances surrounding Vallaki. Garda actions upon Outsiders is on an all time rise and informants have told me of the coalition and I have been invited once or twice. Worry not I have not said yes but it does concern me to know the Garda are acting up again much like they have during Countess Lyssa. The strongest Dilemna outsiders will always feel outcast by both the Garda and the people and yet we are capable of aiding them in ways they disapprove. Take the Iron Sons Group a childish band of Barovian idgets who would out cast freaks and a outsiders simply on native principles. Times are changing we cannot deny the Mist bringing fourth Outsiders and they will be confused vulnerable and victimize. Though they are not Ezra's people they are lights none the less that need aid and need to be acknowledged.

Where I fall in this is mostly that turning myself in does not guarantee the Garda will not attempt to execute me especially during a War time circumstance. So in order to make my peace with Vallaki against my better judgement I will for this one time assist Vallaki and its Garda with their troubles. I will not reveal anymore of my clients or work than I have the Church so this information is also beneficial to the church as well. They off reward in giving information of the Invidian and Gunderkite situation and frankly as well as the Coalition. None of these people are mine nor am I a betrayer but I can speak of relevant rumors and knowledge that may be beneficial to the good people and the innocent of Vallaki. So read this carefully I will let you know if these are factual or rumor but you must know I'm doing this to ease my own burden it seems selfish but truthfully it helps people too so I don't feel as guilty.

Outsider Coalition; other than I know it is a band of maybe five or more individuals opposing the Garda's tyranny they are outspoken in the treatment of outsiders by the garda who in their own right have stirred nests since they have grown in numbers instead of following Ectarina's methods and using outsiders as a source of information and aid for Vallaki. I can only advise from what I've heard and known these outsiders are much like myself talented and skilled in adventuring and heroics. It is safe to assure you that they are well prepared, armed, and equipped to handle the Garda probably not the barovian Army. I can be certain if peace is not meet between the two we are possibly looking at a Band of individuals fighting for the freedom of people especially outsiders. In my personal experience I can't say their cause is unjustified. Should they have murdered the garda? Given its a kill or be kill world we are mostly set to that mind set I can't say its okay to kill men and women under law and doing their job but if those same men and women are too stupid to endanger themselves and their fellow men at arms then I can't clearly say they are right. So here are the facts and rumors.

1> consists of 5 or more main bodies
2> Have probable cause to fight the Garda due to wrongful executions and/or use of such methods
3> Are far more well armed than the Garda
4> Possibly possesses Magic/Divinations
5> They are low profiled and used the routes around Barovia to do so keeping to safe havens Garda won't reach. (From experience)
6> If not met they will have the capability to cause them serious problem on top of the Invidian invasion
7> Experienced Adventurers and individuals of trade
8> Dislike the Garda
9> Will defend Outsiders and are seeking those Outsiders of Barovia for like cause.
10> Will more than likely earn favor with the outcasts of society in Vallaki and increase in numbers."

Seeing this was going to be a larger letter Alan took out another piece of parchment and sighed continuing his work.

"That said lets speak of the Invidians. The days I was near the city and visiting to drop off a delivery I had the misfortune to meet one person who was involved in the Rebellion. Genuinely my luck with women is trouble, Viorela no offense, but having spoken with this acquaintance she got to be aware I could slay werewolves and beasts so I helped out a little. At the time naïve Woodsman I don't know what the hell the difference an Invidian had with Barovians but it was clear in town many Gunderkites felt this was the time to reclaim their land lost by the Count after his reign was lost and Lyssa was losing control. Having hailed from Vallaki I got a lot of questions asked I wasn't comfortable with and left. The second time around I seen Invidians ushering and fighting Werewolves to villages so did my best to slay the werewolves and got fired at with arrows managing to take one of them down. Out armed I fled it wasn't really my problem but it so happens on a job to do some investigations I came across a friend who mentioned he had caught sight of Invidians scouting around Vallaki and checking the sewer systems. I can't confirm but heading down to some acquaintances some confirmed seeing them out by the farms in the cover of night seeming to be observing.

As of late crossing the roads is treacherous and with a warrant on my head I got to many morons there trying to make a name for themselves or a buck. Frankly I'm sorely out skilled against military individuals but people seem to enjoy talking. I can say as a plea bargain I will be glad under the Vallaki Garda and Court to take the job in exchange my warrant be lifted and I be left alone. Frankly the increase of threat concerns me cause many of those same outsiders like myself are also in danger to be trampled including my church members. I cannot guarantee success but I can at least find the information needed to assist in preventing the lost of life. I personally do not care for Vallaki or Barovian pride or these burgomiesters I do care about people though. And though a layman I'm against the extinguishing of the lights of innocent people and victimizing good people. So your advice from both of you would be greatly appreciated. You will find that tube as you did at the monastery steps simply leave a reply in the tube and my wolf will come by to pick it up. also Viorela stop mothering him I know he's soft and cute but seriously if you keep pampering him he's going to bother you more. Swear some times I think he's Warwick incarnate.

Sincerely, The Woodsman."
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Re: A Ranger's Vow (A story telling)
« Reply #38 on: August 18, 2016, 05:35:00 PM »
Once more Alan shoots and arrow in the late afternoon making sure none suspect or sees and working at his desk in the ate afternoon the feint orange glow of the sun sinking in. The letter he writes to Martel and sighs slightly considering this as the Inquisitor was his only contact in Vallaki.

"Dear Martel,

I hope you and your wife are doing exceptionally well I'm sure my presence gone has made life a bit easier. Penance I suppose on my part to be away from the church but it seems easier not to meddle with my fellow brothers. My work consumes me it seems cause even though I try to walk away from it there are those who seek me for what I do. The irony a Woodsman being an Investigator/Spy/Detective how odd it is indeed my tracking skills and knowledge used for other things from the woods. I was approached recently by Erzsebet the lover/wife? of Teodor and was informed her love was recently a statistic in Vallaki murder by an individual name Andaras and Thorn given they are closely located in Vallaki there's little I can do with out being caught myself. But upon her beheast apparently my profession proceeds me as she had asked of me to find this man and return her husband. What is with people asking the impossible I'm just a woodsman not a bounty hunter or hero. The irony of it all I an outsider being asked by the very same people who turn away outsiders to save their comrade at arms. It's such a black humor my friend but I could not say know to the women's growling attitude and her inkling of tears. Of course a job with no real pay and no real success. . . I gathered some of the description from her but I need some more information and clarification.

Apparently Teodor and this Andaras had a truce erze was caught in the middle of their dispute and apparently she was with child. Long story short Andaras was said to have broken this truce I need more info on that and what it consist of. From acquaintances bringing me news he is also a man wanted and a powerful Mage. So the questions I need answers is how powerful what circle of spells does he know and where does he frequent. Also I need more information of his accomplice Thorn. I also was told he travels with others and if this is the case as always I'm far outnumbered and knowing more of them will prepare in how to engage them if the worst happens. So far I only been asked to retrieve a body not engage them. But like most argument of this manner involving death I'm pretty sure its going to be with a fight involved. Though I dislike killing things other than those of the night I'm not against it in self defense or forced. So anything you or the church may know that would help me would be appreciated. Turning in the man Andras may also look well with the Garda but that is a secondary objective if it pushes to that. Priority is finding Teodor's remains and returning them back to his loved ones I above all know well how that feeling is with Elana.

Sincerely, The Woodsman."
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Re: A Ranger's Vow (A story telling)
« Reply #39 on: September 04, 2016, 10:08:10 AM »
Enough was enough Alan had been involved so much that the advice Sieglinde gave  made sense. Surprisingly there was truth knowing what you do was just damaging and wouldnt make the diffrence. It wasnt accepting defeat but knowing your limits. And Alan had limits but he was no quitter its was clear Andras was in a sense innocent but he was tqking the law i to his own hands and that was just like Zachary all over again. Except Zachary and he had made some amends still the memory resurfaced in this event. He simply just wqnted to live in peace and those close be safe but he found him self called upon often for his talent in finding people, exploiting weaknesses, rumor clearing, and hunting. Now he had  gunderkite woman asking his aid and pitting him against a married suicide squad of a wizard and cleric. It wasnt his problem but the act if doing good in the name of good for the sake of good with out consideration of the lives you affect wasnt good at all. He was a contradiction Alan knew he hsd set himself against the Ezrites once but the truth remained they pr3eching did bother people and it took some time to see a diffrent approach.

Alan often considered  what he do with comming back to the open and simply he didnt care Zachary was right. Standing by and doing nothing wasnt truly solving problems nor digging up truth with out action.  Alan had so much going for him a close friend, a lover, and descent work yet why didnhe feel compelled to sopve this to get Peridot back? 5he halfling was no better than Eric and Zachary spared him over his own friend if anything it was karma ironically. But even so it was like Zachary if Alan didnt do something hownlong before Andras walked around doing as he judged or saw fit. Sighing heavily Alan placed back the old werewolf coat and stepped out to the day. Today was a new day and  the return of the hunter.
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Re: A Ranger's Vow (A story telling)
« Reply #40 on: September 12, 2016, 02:26:45 PM »
Little did Alan know attending such a Soiree as they called it would be so  much fun. There were many famous people there and it painted a very good picture of the corrupted individuals attending such a ball and how closely linked they are to another. Though seeing the Wolfish Barovian Maghda in a  fancy foppish dress left the bad image of some one squeezing a wolf in a teeny tiny fru fru dress. Her eyes constantly on him as if waiting for the right moment to pounce. Goddess Alan thought to himself the same woman trying to raise high society concern of the poor yet has a course history of violence and stupidity.... Uhh it just made Alan want to vomit in his mask there were so many contradictions in this Ball. But none the less it provided the opportunity to get in close to locals and get insider information upon many notable targets. Primarily he was coming because word came from a friend that Andras Kriess and his wife would be there but after Erzsebet told him it was over and Teodor had cancelled everything they finally realized they were far too out matched.

That still didn't stop Alan from at least knowing the string attached to these people. It just wasn't his job to report to them and not like they kept to their wits and listened. Either way it did give him an insiders view how far their relationships were involved and who possibly supported this knighthood. Old news Mariska and the Red vardo leader were also here it seems their need to keep close ties to the seats of power was always true. Especially with the new Debutante a woman named Justine. Dressed in the old Dementlieu Noble suit Laura and her old girlfriend got him it proved useful in blending in. He definitely needed to work on his disguising but when you play in the big leagues there were those already far ahead of him in talent.

Sitting at his desk in a small hotel uncommon to the ritzy and glamorous Alan continued to jot down his notes and experiences. He didn't know why he bothered anymore there was never anything he could do and he never often get paid for his work or rewarded. But a part of him needed to know, a part of him had to prove, he wasn't just the little woodsman anymore. Some of these people were victims of their own accord but they had stooped to murder or vile acts. Such truths should not be left unknown to the people. Such actions should not be unknowns to them. It was the little things he could do that honored those had fallen during Countess Lyssa's time. The memory faintly burned into Alan a moment and he sighed. Wondering what was it he was truly doing what was it he was seeking?

Regardless he wrote down about events and as always ahd them sent to the Rauni in Tser pool. She had allowed him, the cousin of Elana, to leave his information there just in case something were to happen to him. In exchange she was allowed to read his findings and honestly she helped him time to time on investigation points but it had been awhile since he visited her and needed to again to up date her about the compass. But the ball did have some unexpected turn of events such as Cailey who was a student of edith farthingale whom was quite protective of her young prodigy. Cailey was also close with a few others in the Ball possibly the new viscounte Juste and his wife Maghda who seem to have taken over after Baron Ansleme was ousted from Demntlieu. Whether Ansleme was truly a villain or not didn't exactly concern Alan it was more along the lines what dealsings rose them to power especially given their background and closeness with the Baron to suddenly betray him.

These kind of conspiracies, mysteries, unknowns fascinated Alan. Most considered him an idiot, a coward, a low life. But that is how he exactly wanted them to think him. Only Remi the Lieutenant of the Fox seem to truly understand what he was doing and it anger/frighten the Lieutenant Alan believed. Even so Remi may be the one scale tipper to ruin his time in Dementlieu. Vallaki had a werewolf problem and a friend had ask for his help so against dangerous odds he returned. Ironically it was far more rooted with a Vampire involved. But the ball was a side track worth affording it was the prime opportunity to get unexpected people involved in helping him find answers. Hence why he chose Cailey as a benefactor. Young, not vastly certain of the world, cute butt.... The only downside was the level of controversy it transpired kissing a lady was supposedly uncultured but they were all naïve to it. The true fact he had spent the year and a half studying demntlieu during his bounty and before learning of the true culture. Ironically Edith's book of the morality and cruelity of this country helped in understanding the motivational thought and rules of the Hunt of this land. Intrigue, Romance, and conspiracy drove this nation.

By creating a column of gossip would put Cailey at the center of attention of women. Most women are envious or jelous in this country and would practically, if literally, kill for what another woman has in power. Same with men if not less organized even so this would stir gossip and collecting rumors and gossip to find truths was his specialty. And the way this country worked it would come down right to the peasants allowing him free reign to climb up the ladder to the truths behind the rumors. There was something he wasn't to found of and it was how the ole Captain of the gendarmie and his Barovian Mistress climbed up the ladder something was amiss and he aimed to find out. He just had to dodge Maghda long enough to also find out how deep do the red Vardo go and what was Andras Kriess involvement in Demntlieu leads to. He was always sorely out numbers, out powered, and with out real allies. Not like he could afford it he had people he cared about but keeping them at arms length kept them from harms way. He wanted to know.... where was the Compass the Red vardo had? What was Andras true nature? Are Juste and Maghda truly good people or are they as they shown in the past simple uncaring souls looking out for their own?

What did it matter? What good would it be? Alan rubbed his face with a hand as he wrote down and connected several rumors and truths. Alan's feelings of loss for Elana and the events of Countess Lyssa left him with a need to correct his mistakes to do better to make sure no one else suffered as he had suffered. There was so much imbalance in this world if only people as outsiders stop distrusting another a solution could be found to cure each country of it's sin. Before his books were confiscated Von Richten state something about these lands to be like a mystery or something Alan never got to finish the book. There were rumors even about portals leading outside of this Realm of Dread as it was called. Such proof came from the notes with in a cave that required keys that lead to a stone hedge. Some days Alan wish he was like Beatrice when it came to magic. Questionably he looked over his notes he knew Justine might be a problem but as he attitude persist any resistance she gives would make her short lived that is if her allies in the higher leagues did not get involved. But it seems those whose wicked intentions never get the rightful justice they deserve.... Alan often wondered when will his time come as well. He felt like a prisoner in a jail conspiring against other prisoners.

Groaning Alan stared at the notes pondering Cailey and the kiss. It was nice to at least once have a romantic relationship even though briefly having something like that he would give up all this just to live the rest of his days in peace. There was also that Ambassador woman she seem affixed with him if not intrigued by his scandalous act which in turn was what he intended to find a high society informant to help enlighten some of the rumors or give him leads. What he didn't like is that most of these nobles have sorted or dark pasts. And she may have some fetish or may simply want something in return for her silence or participation. Either way Alan had to take advantage of this opportunity it was the best chance he had at the moment.
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Re: A Ranger's Vow (A story telling)
« Reply #41 on: September 16, 2016, 08:02:13 PM »
Captured Alan could not help but sigh in his cell. Oddly he avoided execution by providing information and hard labor. Perhaps hisbprayers to Ezra was answered but he realized then there was no helping Barovians and those of Vallki dnagers surround them but those that would aid them were often considered villians though the true villians were free commiting crimes esle where.

A piece of him wanted to shoot down the little trolls but what did the little calibans understood. Theybwere persecuted constantly what did they care. Goodnhe blame the nosey Red Vardo? Slightly clearly his intervention ksde the Vardo in light but thatbwont stop him after if he is freed. He got to know the face of this Radkov and his associate and Alan was foing to make sure to shoot first before reasoning with Red Vardo.

It decided for him to merely let the Rauni know to not trust them or help them with passage through the mist. He was done helping people or taking the risks. Beatrice wss right helping those who did not want to be helped dod nothing but give sorrow.

For now he would commit to himself to hard labor.  Alan was no stranger to such things comming to this world. Frankly his heart sank and he prayed both nights to Ezra he didnt knownwhat to do Alan was afraid of his light fading he felt more neutral than anything.  He knew the Midnighy Raptor was still loose he had killed Cyrus and Alan knew no good would come of them.  He knew of those wanted who walk the city freely but these Garda were simple naive of the world around them.

It didnt matter he hd to live for Laura Quilldrake, Beatrice, yhe Martels and thr church. But Alan came to the ttuth there were no heroes in this realm. He began to see why Zachary became they way he did. One could lose himself quickly he was out numbered and out gunned theres no fri3ndships to beade than survival.

But he prayed to Ezra prayed to see the dream of her light hoping to know where was hisnpath destined too now?
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Re: A Ranger's Vow (A story telling)
« Reply #42 on: September 19, 2016, 01:03:03 PM »
Day Four,

I took it upon myself to remember these things by memory curse my curious mind and observant eyes. From my conversation with Stolojan four days ago and till now I noticed things between her and Radkov that miniscule Vardo Trader was fortunate I was unaware the Count would allow the Vardo to carry guns into his cities especially given the confussion with Countess Lyssa but it seems there is more than just him in the Vallaki branch. Good enough information there was the female who kicked the dirt I took into close accord. Any confrontation in the future I'll have to consider being aggressive if this taught me anything I'm too soft on my fellow man. I can honestly say as he fired those pistols I hesitated to use my full ability.... I guess the day I went with Elana to hunt the rogues possibly responsible for the Vistani deaths still haunts me. I can slay monsters but not my fellow man. Goddess I'm so weak some times... I pray to Ezra even though I am not one of her biggest devotees. As a layman I understand the scriptures written but I don't grasp it as the same as my brethren. Still her works inspire me and even though these folks have done me wrong I still want to help them much like her but I have to admit like her I'm begging to see what Martel meant by the Last Light only so many can truly be saved not all.... I begin to think that has to also play in my life some can be saved and the others must fall Goddess forgive me for thinking this.

Later in the Noon word from wounded Garda and prisoners spoke of the Horns blasting. It was Were Rats still hunting in the day holed up in the Warehouses. Something about a Morninglord fitting Lauel's description and some Dark Arcanist appearing to fell her in her wounded state. Obviously the rumors I gathered here before my imprisonment has begun sadly I don't know if I have the heart to tell stolojan after or last conversation and how upset she was at me being keenly observant of her interaction with Radkov I almost fear maybe she too has been bought by the Red Vardo. What is the point to help these people if they allow themselves to deny truths... By the time I'm released Lauel's trail will be cold and more than likely she will be dead. The Drain isn't as pleasant as it use to be a lot of high rollers have showed up and frankly I'm not sure its worth my time and sacrifice to help anymore... the more I sit and watch how the Garda work the more I don't think they even know of the dangers of their own realm... as if they try lying to themselves these things don't exist.

So far another supposed humility of doing chores in rags imprisonment sucks but I keep my self healthy and fit ironically the Garda aren't that bright. At any moment I can make my escape but I chose not too. They aren't aware I possess Vraja to a degree let alone my innate skill in taming animals. The rats are descent greedy company I've been cleaning them of diseases to fetch healthier food that the Garda just don't give to criminals, except for Stolojan, she is a different sort she means well and she wants to do well but she's entangled with people and measures far beyond her own ability. I feel rather sorry for her she seems to have a good heart and she desires to do what's right reflected from her past.... from what I dug up from her and other Garda's she's a good kid and ambitious she's not naïve but she nore her Goon Squad of Garda Flunkies are going to be capable of stopping the Invidians let alone group leaders like the Midnight Raptor. Hell I'm alone and even I can't stop them.... I have my friends but they have their own lives I just couldn't burden them. Funny how people think me an idiot yet its very obvious people let themselves be read like a book. Kind of amusing really like how one Garda threw rats in my cell for lunch and it so happen a few of them I had tamed already they easily defeated the untamed ones with maybe one causality. The others I kept around to do concealable tasks I'm sure Warwick is going crazy but he is trained my wolf won't enter the city with out me I just hope he finds Beatrice and warns her some how at least for her to not worry. Though under the late nights I pray this will be over and secretly tend to my self with my prayers and spells to ensure I'm healthy eventually I'm sure the Garda will catch on but as a Hunter/Woodsman I can play it off as having good survival skills."
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Re: A Ranger's Vow (A story telling)
« Reply #43 on: September 30, 2016, 02:27:21 AM »
Too late. Alan leaned against a roof staring down feom the roof toop across the church in Vallaki noble district. The amount of blood and carnage at the church the number of bodies just staggered him. The Midnight Raptor kept to his word had he reach Inquisitor Martel in time he could have found the means to avoid this disaster.

However a line was crossed. Innocent people had suffered for the stupidity of some kind of duty.... who was really the monsters in all this? Regardless Alan had to find the Midnight Raptor what he would do he didnt know but something had to be done for the innocents who died by his actions.

Puzzled as he watch the bodies pulled out from thr church Alan wondered back on what Erzsebet had told him. He had once leapt ahead angered by the death ofbhis friend Elric tjat placed Dalensbane as an exile of Vallaki. Sighing once more he had to approach this Midnight Raptor in a direction uncommon to what he has been use too.
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Re: A Ranger's Vow (A story telling)
« Reply #44 on: October 10, 2016, 05:41:45 AM »
So much transpir3d in Alan's life it was hard to keep up. He really wanted out of the information business but the Ezra church and the Garda sure placed him in a spot to cooperate. Not tonmention teying to get a consecutive shipping arrangment of varnishes wqs difficult many did not trust the church.  Alan could not blame them there were times he wondered the motives of the church at times.

More importantly Ren sd return and the news she was murdered by Katraka kind of annoyed him. There must have been some personal reason but what did he expect of one of Mariska's murder seem to fit the repetoire of such people. Sadly he owed little to Kat and didnt mind her but he wouldnt allow her to hurt Ren again. Alan didnt like to kill less force too but he would stun her unconcious if need be.

The tracks pursuing Ryul had faded these guys were not easy to track and purauit had to be cautious as he was grosaly out numbered.  Again at odds by himself Alan was finding himself lost in thought in Degannwy. All he wanted as he leaned in the tree was to be done with the Ezrites debt so he could be left in peace never worrying about impossible misssions.

Above all he really needed to convince Rodica for his gun permit it made hunting monsters far more easier. The fact he had save Vallaki twice doing so and still got crap for it was irritating him. He really needed to speak with this burgomiester.
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Re: A Ranger's Vow (A story telling)
« Reply #45 on: November 22, 2016, 08:28:43 PM »
Alan wondered how patient Ezra was.... people began to  bother Alan all he wanted to do was work and be left alone. Recent events of the pass were visiting him and frankly seeing Gwen again was worst than he hoped. He swore he told Zachary to lewve her be and now he had tondeal with her being an annoyance while he had a case in Dementlieu. Bad enough Zachary was gaining followers he was waiting for them to mess up like he did expecting it would cause similiar strife.

Aside from the lovely Gwen threatening him to disappear to riff raff adventurers friends of the popular kids giving him guff. Leaning against the rail of the ocean front at Port Alan wondered what he was doing? What diffrences can he make? All he cared for was mostly gone aside from Beatrice but even so the words of so many haunted him to not give up and do what is right. For now he had his leads for Cailey Arna, not ro mention the growing conspiracies in Dementlieu he wanted to let Remi be aware of out of some kid of friendship. There was Mihai and the Were Cat as well he needed to head back to Vallaki to inform Rodica in his updates..... he sighed disliking his life in the Lands of the Mist nothing oleseant ever came here.
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Re: A Ranger's Vow (A story telling)
« Reply #46 on: November 30, 2016, 05:47:11 AM »
Surprise came to Alan as he stared out to the waters of Port Lucine. To reunite with Gwen and still be at odds with her was saddening. It seem Zachary with his new woman and flunky made it clear to foes to keep away it is a shame he did not keep it between them now he had tobdeal with Gwen's reprisal if they crossed again and frankly Alan was growing  tired of wuch things. Hopefully these two did not interfere with his work and life.

Further investigation of the Were leapord was surprisingly successful the people have helped and the persons involved were easy to follow and such. No signs of either were wolf but people have given him good leads. Alan pushed a dreadlock back and considered todays news. Mariska was gone..... the irony and surprise that justice came through was an eye opener. Elena's murderer was slain, there was nothing left for Alan to do or pursue. He would have to talk to the Raunie and let her know. Even so so many people were apparent and even some one like Mariska had loved ones.

This Realm was a truth telling rarity... and now what was left for Alan to fight for? All that was left was being a hunter of the night  so what would he do now? What did Ezra intend to guise him too? Regardless he was here and he was alive and Alan had investigations to do. Mysteries were solved only to bring more mysteries.
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Re: A Ranger's Vow (A story telling)
« Reply #47 on: December 06, 2016, 10:33:23 PM »
Staring out through the lady rest inn window Alan wondered what was he fighting for. He had spent time trying to trace down Markov and Ryul only to find hinself thwarted by Evelyn and Veritas who got there before him. "What was the point?"

A bit defeated Alan pondered deeply his purpose. He could not save a life, prevent evil, or kill the monsters. Was he jelous of glory of others or was it he felt he was failing his family's legacy. What was he doing? What was the poibt of these investigations.

He was no Alanik Ray nor was he anyone special... His ties working for Lupinus was descent work though Melina was a pain in his arse he almost mis Martel ordering him around. But he was rebelious diffeent than those of the church. His methods were unorthodox and all ge was good for was hunting information.

Truly Alan wondered what he was worth what he was doing with his life. Everything seemed meaningleas and for now all he cared about was finiahing his next bottle of Tsuika. Impeccable taste for such a sour mood even to avenge his friend Elana was done in by karma.  With a heavy sigh Alan just sat at the inn staring out to no where.
"For Evil to win is for good men to do nothing."

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Re: A Ranger's Vow (A story telling)
« Reply #48 on: December 14, 2016, 11:00:40 PM »
Alan sighed to himself as he sat leaning against a tree by the Lady's Rest.  Watching all the outsiders and people walk and twlk among themselves he felt alone. Aside from Beatrice and his Sister he had few he could relate too. Even among those of Ezra he felt alone albiet bis only solace was going to Fifth day wbich he missed recently. More Alan celt like retiring to a woodsman life again bringing soe peace to his soul.

Alan didnt know what he was fighting for even before he  could corner Ryul other found him and defeated him. The Vrolok was gone and even Markov. Alan had no phrpose at the momeng and seeing how he failed well lets say tbis was the first time he felt this low in a long time. Even Mariska was dead Elana finally avenged due to the womans own undoing. The irony of that and yet he was still helpless to do anything. It killed him inside and frankly he had enough. But there was always a rumor always an investigation....

He needed a break. Alan decided it was time to be a woodsman again. Craft bows, leathers and clothes and arrows be a merchant for awhile and have a simple life. Being in the middle of everyones controversies just was exhausting and frankly if people want to kill each other let them. He had his own problems to deal with. It be best being a woodsman a guide to this place for now.
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Re: A Ranger's Vow (A story telling)
« Reply #49 on: December 18, 2016, 06:43:02 PM »
Training in craftsmenship of wood, leather, and arrow making in the Village of Barovia Alan was r3inventing his life. He did not feel beholden to the Barovian people but therr were those who felt he was needed. He had reecue a man from an Argrast a type of ghoul with a foul odor much like a normal ghoul yet this one ran on all fours and was agressive. Exploring the village did give him more insight on Strahd and this land. The Lore and rumors werr richer here than Vallaki anf given the gew outlanders times were peaceful.

Working on arrow geads to better his personal stock this region did not have yew for Alan to make arrow shafts. Traveling back to Vallaki he found himself surprise to a few letters or rather one response he all felt the church was done with him. Well it seem the templar heroine Evelyn Aigrette 2anted his attention. Given the letter it seemed important especially given the involvement of the  current vrolok. It seems the fourth se t nevered rest.

A bit disappointed Alan had to accept the summons. As a layman and given her letter at the foundry it seems the end times are nearing. Crankly Alan thought Veritas was just exaggerating giving the successs of the fourth sect a push to ensure ghier strength in the church. Either way he would jeed to make some money and requip some of his tools and supplies with Maya mwybe get some extra for Evelyn g8 en she might drag him along to hunt this thing.

Another letter came from the vistani which surprised him.  An unlabeled letter requezting his preseance in Tserpool. Aside from Elena the letter had thr scent of a vistani caravan wagon and the ink was crafted from that region. If it were Elena's cousin he understood why but maybe in some way a vistani was reqch8ng him personally. Given events it could also be from people he managed to upset.

Leaning back in his chair at the Lady's Rest Alan removed a wooden tube and began to write a letter to Evelyn. He hoped she knew what she was getting herself into asking for his help. The  hur h knew he didn't exactly play by the rules and he definately wasn't going to be bossed around. Only Martel got to do that to him for specific reasons.
"For Evil to win is for good men to do nothing."