Within the swirling Mist (IC) > Biographies
The Panther in the moon:
Silas Rotleaf:
On the subject of women,
Eve and Lyndsay seem being nice to me.
I am not sure what to make of that.
I like being friends with Dawnfather Heilyn and told him as much.
We may come from two rather different faiths but we both share no love for the undead and are big on charity.
I got a little stronger and can call forth more advanced blessings but am still a bit disappointed.
I know I could be more powerful than I am if I just tried harder and was more intensive in my devotions perhaps...
I also attended a lecture held by Professor Cornell in the sage tower.
He was talking about Sithicus which I know Valachan shares a border with. Attending this lecture has cleared up some of my sense of the geography of the southern part of the core.
Silas Rotleaf:
Lyndsay Arcanix...
A complex woman.
She is a warrior and I take it an offworlder and doesn't seem afraid of anything.
She's also unabashedly a mage which complicates things.
She... Flirted with me a little unless that was just my imagination and has said on a few occasions she "likes" me.
People make up bad things about her that aren't really reflective of her actions.
She loves battle.
She used to wear red armor but is definitely not a Hazlani or red wizard... Judging by her long blonde hair and lack of tattoos (Obviously!). Now she wears black armor.
People are calling her a man eater (or man stealer? Whichever is the more shocking of the two and when neither of those gives pause or raises eyebrows even go so far as suggest she is into elven women, tsk tsk that seems a tired cliche if I've ever heard one!), they are claiming she has murderously "dueled" lots of people, that she has sworn allegiance to the vampires and other things designed to make her out to be much more terrible than she is.
It's very childish of them...
I learned that her master she studies under is an elven scholar. The elf seems most reasonable. He is not a vampire.
She told me one of the people propagating this foul gossip is the elf Tinu who it seems she has crossed. Are people truly so dumb they assume since Lyndsay wears dark colored armor that in of itself needs necessarily make her an evil person?
Wow, people are quite dumb here in Vallaki.
I miss Ungrad and Valachan's steamy jungle heartland, the Forest of Beasts, with its never ending strange bird songs and animal calls...
Barovia has more bats than birds... They chirp too but it is not the same thing.
Judith and Leomont... Two Ezrite Purehearts, one an anchorite and the other a Templar... I have held vigil at night outside the Lady's Rest Inn and Morninglord temple in Vallaki's Western Outskirts a time or two with the former and explored the ruins next to Raduta Keep with the latter.
I hope they don't mean to try to convert me. Any effort by people to convince me Yutow does not in fact reside his days and nights since The Pacification (his sacrifice and ascension that the dark skinned Valachani aborigines and invading light-skinned Vaasi were merged into one people so as to no longer be at war) up on the moon watching over us all is wasting his or her time; I am an acolyte Moarnekone. Someday soon I hope to be a full fledged priest of Yutow.
Mighty is The Peacebringer. So long as there is moonlight you need not *fear* the night... It is not absolute darkness. He watches over us all. He and the animal spirits he uses as messengers.
I am not a fan of Lyndsay's wizardry. Or any wizardry. It seems a necessary evil for many outsiders though so asking them to forgo or forsake their arcane practices would not be reasonable when it is I who find myself in the minority.
I will thus begrudgingly tolerate it when it is useful and in situations where the majority of other people in a group are into such blasphemies, Yutow preserve me.
Strong women remind me of home. Again I am homesick.
Hmm Eve, Tattiene, and Lyndsay... Though they are of foreign heritage... I feel they would perhaps with some more years experience not be out of place as clanheads of family compounds were they Valachani women. They are not though.
Elves. Elves and other fey (or the fey? Are elves not fey? I thought they all get lumped together) are intermediaries to the spirit world. They are much longer living than us humans although being a yellow eyed Valachani and of the priestly caste I am myself longer living than an average person otherwise would be. Elves are a step closer to the gods than we who are shorter lived and this is common knowledge amongst my people.
Rilonwae... A nice but curiously strange little female elf, she wears scant clothing and doesn't seem to catch cold but also does not know where she is from. I guess when the mists took her it affected her memory. Perhaps she came from some place with a tropical clime? She does not look or act like a Sithican. No, she isn't as dour as they tend to be and her hair is not their typical black, white or gray. I wish I could help her recover her missing memories but honestly I have no idea how one would go about doing that.
It is okay for humans and elves to be friends or work together but unions between the two races are bad luck. I understand that half elves are a thing which do exist but wonder how those children of such often ill-fated romantic liasons are treated by the societies of each parent. Perhaps it makes for a stressful upbringing...
This feels a bit hypocritical for me to think considering the origin of my own people. In our cosmology we Valachani are ourselves a hybrid product of two forebearer races... Made into an entire civilization of one. A newer race combining the sturdiness and woodsmanship of the original Valachani aborigines with the cleverness and head for strategy of the Vaasi would be conquerors.
I do quite loathe when people with little better to do deign it upon themselves to attempt tearing other people down. Is life not already hard enough as is?
However, a priest of Yutow is expected to endure hardship. Yutow Himself made the ultimate sacrifice with the aide of Panther's counsel... Look upon the green skinned, golden eyed martyr how he cries and bleeds, with outstretched palm and broken legs asking the original Valachani and invading Vaasi to set aside their differences and come together as one.
Akin to the tallest great redwood trees, we endure.
As years go by through famine, times of plenty, plagues, white fever, attack by beast and monster the people rely on us Moarnekone to grant the undead and angry spirits rest, tame creatures and act as mediators in disputes between the peasants and The Baron and Lady Adeline's militia, the Black Leopards. So we endure.
Each scar (up to a point) and every harrowing thing survived is a badge of pride. It is a roadmap of your lifeline leading up to the present and going through your past. The physical map on one's skin is testament to every triumph of man over wild.
Be not mistaken though... You can never truly tame the wilderness. It will lure you with a sense of false peace then when your guard is lowered or you are too old, sick or injured to fend for yourself a predator will sneakily and swiftly pick you off. That is the law of the jungle. Nature, she can be very unforgiving. Merciless even.
Silas Rotleaf:
There isn't much to do for me yet doesn't seem to be much anyone to do it with.
Not yet...
There has to be something though lying there beneath the surface.
At times I wonder what and feel it could maybe, hopefully be very interesting.
Silas Rotleaf:
I saw a flyer saying a circus was looking to hire unique individuals and those with interesting talents. Do I join it? It is not dignified to be a freak and spectacle on display but I am a rarity even among my own people. Hmm!
I could use it as a vehicle to pursue other interests of my own and perhaps meet some women.
Silas Rotleaf:
Those circles of standing stones... Suggest there were at one point orders tending the land. They look long untended though. Also some of the creatures around the site are warped. Some foul magic appears responsible.
A barbarian "plague bearer" of some sort who is a champion of decay and a voluptuous elf who we have chosen to be the aspect of Life and I have tried to purify the area. Naturally I am Night.
Our ritual I think worked but weakly. Some of the native fauna returned if only briefly when we had completed our rites.
We didn't really know what we were doing making offerings on the altar and each had to guess. If we could meet say an archdruid... He or she could probably show us how to do it better.
I know we aren't really the traditional "circle" of nature guardians. Would a bunch of forest, plain, tundra, desert or swamp protectors even acknowledge amateur Night, Rot and Life/fertility?
We don't really know that much about what we are doing but we do know the lands are tainted in an unnatural way and undead on cursed grounds outnumber the living an average of three to one at the very minimum. It is not balanced.
Our idea is that by getting together people who each embody a distinct aspect of nature our "circle" gets closer to complete. We have noticed that there is something about restoring this balance that weakens the taint.
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