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<blockquote data-quote="Oghma" data-source="post: 6834" data-attributes="member: 71"><p><em>Dear Diary (Moonday, Flocktime 3)</em></p><p><em></em></p><p><em>Verbobonc! I’m sitting in a cozy hobbit home, the air rich with the smell of their hobbit weed, full of good food and good wine. Rattlin’s mother sure knows how to feed her guests!</em></p><p><em></em></p><p><em>We got up (well, *I* got up) early today, since I knew I had to sell all of our stuff we had gotten from the trip to Longspear. I made the rounds of the money-changers, armorers and weapon-smiths, getting prices, haggling and selling or trading everything. Our take per person, what with the gems and platinum we had gotten, plus equipment, is a staggering five hundred and thirteen gold pieces! I had to go wake up gimil to come with me for the money-changers. He was grumpy when he got up, but once I explained how much I was going to be carrying around, he perked up. (As much as a dwarf could perk up, I suppose. He just had a pause in his grumbling.)</em></p><p><em></em></p><p><em>He and I went to re-stock the wagon with supplies, and I bought a lute! It’s very nice, with mother of pearl inlays. The luthier said he copied the design from an elvish-made lute, and while it’s not elvish quality, Bole said it was very good. I have a little case for it, too and some extra strings.</em></p><p><em></em></p><p><em>Oh, I forgot to mention! This morning, during my spell practices, I discovered a new channel that was not open to me yesterday! I can make things invisible! People too! If I cast it on myself and Ember is nearby, I can turn her invisible at the same time! Rattlin got very excited when he found that out. I think it will be really useful!</em></p><p><em></em></p><p><em>We had a big lunch, then we drove the wagon out to the hill Cradomar had told us was the meeting point.</em></p><p><em></em></p><p><em>When we got there, Cradomar had made a circle of glittering golden powder he said was amber dust. He didn’t make a ring, he filled the circle in with the dust. It must have cost a fortune, because the ring was ten feet in diameter. Cradomar must be the most powerful person I have ever met. Someday, I might be like him!</em></p><p><em></em></p><p><em>He cast the spell (which took a good while) and then told us to get into the wagon and drive it into the circle. He got into the wagon next to me and gave a grin. </em></p><p><em></em></p><p><em>“This is the fun part about magic!” he said and with a blink, we were in Verbobonc! Just like that!</em></p><p><em></em></p><p><em>We came out in a small clearing on a hill overlooking the Velverdyva River plain and the city of Verbobonc. It was a sunny day, and there was no one around. Cradomar explained that he had marked this clearing years ago as a good place to enter Verbobonc undetected, and that it had served him well. I think I’m going to start marking spots like that in case my gifts allow me to move from spot to spot like Cradomar.</em></p><p><em></em></p><p><em>We drove down the hill onto the road called the Low Road and travelled into the city.</em></p><p><em></em></p><p><em>Verbobonc is an amazing place! There is a lot of gnomish architectural influence, and I know only a little of the city’s history, but I hthink it was founded by gnomes. Cradomar says that there is a sizable amount of gnomes in Verbobonc and that Rattlin’s family lives in that area. I never knew that!</em></p><p><em></em></p><p><em>We got into town and the guards treated Cradomar with a certain amount of deference. He was pleasant to them, but you could tell the respect they have for him in the way they answered his questions and anticipated his needs. We had our way quielty cleared for us to Rattlin’s house by a couple of guards moving through traffic.</em></p><p><em></em></p><p><em>Rattlin’s house is charming! It’s as close as an above-ground home can be to a hole in a hill. There are a lot of round windows and doors, and it sort of burrows it’s way into the city block, though it’s not muchmore than about eight or ten rooms. Rattlin’s mother, Elora, welcomed us in right away and sent a boy to take care of stabling our mules and wagon. We sat in the parlor while Rattlin and Cradomar went right back to see his father.</em></p><p><em></em></p><p><em>It was a little bit awkward at first, but Elora came back right away with two pitchers of ale and some bread and cheese. She must be used to dwarves! Ord and Gimil took out these mugs they had had made in Longspear to drink from, and we spent a peaceful time exchanging pleasantries with Elora. Well, I exchanged pleasantries, the dwarves drank ale and grunted.</em></p><p><em></em></p><p><em>I could tell that Elora was sad, though. She was very well mannered, and chattered away, but I saw she was covering up strong emotion. I asked her if she had a garden, and she smiled and offered to show it to me ( I know hobbits like fresh vegetables, and I had a hunch that Elora wasn’t going to unburden herself in front of Gimil and Ord.) Ord is not the kind of priest you can depend n to console you, though he’s first rate when it comes to stirring and motivation pre-battle harangues.</em></p><p><em></em></p><p><em>Elora ushered me out into a charming garden, well tended but cozy. She had a lot of flowering bushes which attracted butterflies, so the garden was full of life and light. I was delighted with it, and told her so.</em></p><p><em></em></p><p><em>Then I looked at her seriously and said, “How bad is it?”</em></p><p><em></em></p><p><em>With an effort, she said, “He’s dying, and soon. It’s a poison from an old wound that no cleric can heal, something from the dark places he’s been to.” Her face was creased with sadness, and I had the sense of a heavy burden carried far too long.</em></p><p><em></em></p><p><em>“Has he been weakened for along time?”</em></p><p><em></em></p><p><em>“No, it comes and goes, and each time it comes it’s worse. At first, it was a little fatigue at the end of the day. He’s always been very active, as you can probably tell from Rattlin.</em></p><p><em></em></p><p><em>“Well, if Rattlin is any comparison, your husband must have been bouncing off the walls in his youth,” I said with a smile.</em></p><p><em></em></p><p><em>Elora smiled back with a certain sadness, “Yes, he had a lot of energy. But now, the fatigue crushes him. Some days he can leave the house and go run errands and visit friends, but when he gets home he’s exhausted. Most days, though, he has to use all his will to get from the bedroom to the kitchen. He’ll sit in the kitchen all morning to ‘keep me company’, but I know it’s because he doesn’t have the energy to leave his chair.”</em></p><p><em></em></p><p> <em>Her gentle, pleasant face crumpled and she went on, her voice catching, “It’s just so hard to see him like this, and see him trying to be brave about it. He jokes and teases like before, but sometimes he can’t hide his frustration and he’s very hard to be around!”</em></p><p><em></em></p><p><em>I opened my arms and she stepped into them, putting her head on my shoulder. I held her there for a while as she softly, yet still genteelly cried. Rattlin's mother was a woman of steel, but she had carried so much so long. For a long time there was nothing to say.</em></p><p><em></em></p><p><em>I said, “You would be very proud of your son, I think. He has proven to be a solid companion, and talented, too. I am very glad he’s part of our group.”</em></p><p><em></em></p><p><em>That seemed to change the subject the right way, and she recovered herself enogh to chat about Rattlin’s adventures since she’d last seen him. I didn’t know this, but she said that she and Rattlin’s father had kept an eye on Rattlin through Cradomar, so they knew a bit about what he had been up to, and how he got all the way down to the Yeomanry. I swore not to tell him, as I think he’d be upset.</em></p><p><em></em></p><p><em>We went back inside, and Rattlin and Cradomar had re-filled the pitchers and were sitting with Gimil and Ord at the kitchen table. Rattlin and his mother went off to talk a bit, and I spent a pleasant time talking with Cradomar about magic, and he gave me some tips about ways to use some of my spells. I didn’t know that the armor spell helped defend against the touch of spectres and wraiths!</em></p><p><em></em></p><p><em>Elora served us dinner, and took a tray into the bedroom for Rattlin’s dad. I went in with her to carry to ale pitcher, and he flirted with me like all old men do, but in a nice way. He looked very drawn out, though, and I left after a few minutes.</em></p><p><em></em></p><p><em>I’m tired myself, now. I’ve traveled halfway across the Flanaess, only to wind up scrubbing dishes at the end of a large hobbit meal.</em></p><p><em></em></p><p><em>Dear Diary, (Godsay, Flocktime 4)</em></p><p><em></em></p><p><em>Today was a day of comfort, for myself at least. I got up early with Elora and helped her prepare food for the day. We talked about home-y things, like my mother’s cooking, how we stored oils, what our favorite dishes were, and such things. If you ever get a chance to talk with a halfling mother about food, take advantage of it! They know more than any other race about the home comforts of food.</em></p><p><em></em></p><p><em>After breakfast I helped around the house with things that Elora hadn’t had the time to do. Only a few days ago I was battling hobgoblins anddodging swings of an ogre’s club, and now I’m grubbing around the garden, battling weeds and dodging flies. I only cheated a little bit with magic, but it was very satisfying to help and at the same time do something to make a home more pleasant. Elora loved how I was able to use magic to make things spotless, though. If I every learn to craft magical items, I’ll send her a magic broom which cleans the house! As it was, I did give her the recipe for my mother’s special scrub-all cleanser, a gnomish family recipe.</em></p><p><em></em></p><p><em>Rattlin’s dad, whose name is Raddo, (Raddo and Rattlin? Hmmm…) was able to get up and come into the kitchen today, and did he have a lot of stories! He talked most of the morning about his adventures, and about Elora, and asked me about Rattlin. I gave him a full report (as he termed it), and he was really proud. Rattlin was in and out, hooking up with friends and runing errands for his mother. Ord and Gimil went out with him, but went searching for some “real dwarf metal”, possibly to trade with that magic dwarven waraxe we found.</em></p><p><em>One of Raddo’s buddies came visiting in the afternoon, a human warrior who had gone a bit to seed. You could tell that he must have been mighty at some point, but I’m sure he hasn’t seen his feet in years. He was fun, and had brought this greenish elven wine which was Raddo’s favorite. The two of them had a good tim ein the kitchen, trading stories and yelling affectionately at each other’s foibles.</em></p><p><em></em></p><p><em>Elora opened up the large dining room to have a sort of party for Rattlin’s return. Some other women came to help in the afternoon and we were cooking and cleaning and washing all day long after that. Luckily, I was able to do a lot of work with spells for cleaning and cooling things. Elora has a knock for getting people together, I could tell.</em></p><p><em></em></p><p><em>The evening was a lot of fun, with Raddo’s adventuring buddies, family, and some local friends. Everyone got pleasantly drunk, argued just enough to make it fun, and we put Raddo to bed as Luna’s full radiance climbed to the top of the night sky. The party wound down after that, with goodbyes being called and promises to Elora to help clean up tomorrow. I think I’ll do what I can tonight to make work easier, but I’ll have to use up all my more powerful spells. I’m going to bed myself after that, so I’ll see you tomorrow, Dear Diary.</em></p><p><em></em></p><p><em>I like Raddo, and can see a lot of him in Rattlin.</em></p><p><em></em></p><p><em>Dear Diary (Waterday, Flocktime 5)</em></p><p><em></em></p><p><em>Raddo died in the night. I feel awful. I barely got to know him. </em></p><p><em></em></p><p><em>I’ve taken over the clean up from last night, as Elora is just sitting out in the garden and crying. Friends from last night have come and gone, offering their sympathies and help. I rounded up a couple to put last night’s things away, but they left a while ago.</em></p><p><em></em></p><p><em>I’ve whipped up some things so that people can nibble on food if they wish, but it’s a somber household. Even Gimil and Ord look sad.</em></p><p><em></em></p><p><em>Is this what it will be like when I finish my career? Will I be able to die with friends and family, or will I wind up a smudge on a giant’s club, my purple robe used for a rag to wash ogre dishes? Raddo was an adventurer for most of his life-time. Will I tire sooner than he?</em></p><p><em></em></p><p><em>One thing is for sure: I’m going to make sure that the people around me are good people. I don’t want anyone who will make me unhappy I’m with them. I want friends, people I can trust, that I know will take the same risks for me that I take for them.</em></p><p><em></em></p><p><em>I think I’m very lucky to have Ord, Gimil, and Rattlin as companions. They are keepers, even though I can’t stand the dwarvish sense of humor at times, and that Rattlin is annoying. I’m sure they put up with my own little things, (though I can’t imagine what they might be!) and I know they would do everything they could to help me.</em></p><p><em></em></p><p><em>Elora has come in to talk, so I’ll put you down for a while. </em></p><p><em></em></p><p><em>What a woman. She’s cooking for the funeral tomorrow. I’m helping. I’ve even got Gimil, Rattlin, and Ord to help, and I’ve got my hands full! Write more later.</em></p></blockquote><p></p>
[QUOTE="Oghma, post: 6834, member: 71"] [i]Dear Diary (Moonday, Flocktime 3) Verbobonc! I’m sitting in a cozy hobbit home, the air rich with the smell of their hobbit weed, full of good food and good wine. Rattlin’s mother sure knows how to feed her guests! We got up (well, *I* got up) early today, since I knew I had to sell all of our stuff we had gotten from the trip to Longspear. I made the rounds of the money-changers, armorers and weapon-smiths, getting prices, haggling and selling or trading everything. Our take per person, what with the gems and platinum we had gotten, plus equipment, is a staggering five hundred and thirteen gold pieces! I had to go wake up gimil to come with me for the money-changers. He was grumpy when he got up, but once I explained how much I was going to be carrying around, he perked up. (As much as a dwarf could perk up, I suppose. He just had a pause in his grumbling.) He and I went to re-stock the wagon with supplies, and I bought a lute! It’s very nice, with mother of pearl inlays. The luthier said he copied the design from an elvish-made lute, and while it’s not elvish quality, Bole said it was very good. I have a little case for it, too and some extra strings. Oh, I forgot to mention! This morning, during my spell practices, I discovered a new channel that was not open to me yesterday! I can make things invisible! People too! If I cast it on myself and Ember is nearby, I can turn her invisible at the same time! Rattlin got very excited when he found that out. I think it will be really useful! We had a big lunch, then we drove the wagon out to the hill Cradomar had told us was the meeting point. When we got there, Cradomar had made a circle of glittering golden powder he said was amber dust. He didn’t make a ring, he filled the circle in with the dust. It must have cost a fortune, because the ring was ten feet in diameter. Cradomar must be the most powerful person I have ever met. Someday, I might be like him! He cast the spell (which took a good while) and then told us to get into the wagon and drive it into the circle. He got into the wagon next to me and gave a grin. “This is the fun part about magic!” he said and with a blink, we were in Verbobonc! Just like that! We came out in a small clearing on a hill overlooking the Velverdyva River plain and the city of Verbobonc. It was a sunny day, and there was no one around. Cradomar explained that he had marked this clearing years ago as a good place to enter Verbobonc undetected, and that it had served him well. I think I’m going to start marking spots like that in case my gifts allow me to move from spot to spot like Cradomar. We drove down the hill onto the road called the Low Road and travelled into the city. Verbobonc is an amazing place! There is a lot of gnomish architectural influence, and I know only a little of the city’s history, but I hthink it was founded by gnomes. Cradomar says that there is a sizable amount of gnomes in Verbobonc and that Rattlin’s family lives in that area. I never knew that! We got into town and the guards treated Cradomar with a certain amount of deference. He was pleasant to them, but you could tell the respect they have for him in the way they answered his questions and anticipated his needs. We had our way quielty cleared for us to Rattlin’s house by a couple of guards moving through traffic. Rattlin’s house is charming! It’s as close as an above-ground home can be to a hole in a hill. There are a lot of round windows and doors, and it sort of burrows it’s way into the city block, though it’s not muchmore than about eight or ten rooms. Rattlin’s mother, Elora, welcomed us in right away and sent a boy to take care of stabling our mules and wagon. We sat in the parlor while Rattlin and Cradomar went right back to see his father. It was a little bit awkward at first, but Elora came back right away with two pitchers of ale and some bread and cheese. She must be used to dwarves! Ord and Gimil took out these mugs they had had made in Longspear to drink from, and we spent a peaceful time exchanging pleasantries with Elora. Well, I exchanged pleasantries, the dwarves drank ale and grunted. I could tell that Elora was sad, though. She was very well mannered, and chattered away, but I saw she was covering up strong emotion. I asked her if she had a garden, and she smiled and offered to show it to me ( I know hobbits like fresh vegetables, and I had a hunch that Elora wasn’t going to unburden herself in front of Gimil and Ord.) Ord is not the kind of priest you can depend n to console you, though he’s first rate when it comes to stirring and motivation pre-battle harangues. Elora ushered me out into a charming garden, well tended but cozy. She had a lot of flowering bushes which attracted butterflies, so the garden was full of life and light. I was delighted with it, and told her so. Then I looked at her seriously and said, “How bad is it?” With an effort, she said, “He’s dying, and soon. It’s a poison from an old wound that no cleric can heal, something from the dark places he’s been to.” Her face was creased with sadness, and I had the sense of a heavy burden carried far too long. “Has he been weakened for along time?” “No, it comes and goes, and each time it comes it’s worse. At first, it was a little fatigue at the end of the day. He’s always been very active, as you can probably tell from Rattlin. “Well, if Rattlin is any comparison, your husband must have been bouncing off the walls in his youth,” I said with a smile. Elora smiled back with a certain sadness, “Yes, he had a lot of energy. But now, the fatigue crushes him. Some days he can leave the house and go run errands and visit friends, but when he gets home he’s exhausted. Most days, though, he has to use all his will to get from the bedroom to the kitchen. He’ll sit in the kitchen all morning to ‘keep me company’, but I know it’s because he doesn’t have the energy to leave his chair.” Her gentle, pleasant face crumpled and she went on, her voice catching, “It’s just so hard to see him like this, and see him trying to be brave about it. He jokes and teases like before, but sometimes he can’t hide his frustration and he’s very hard to be around!” I opened my arms and she stepped into them, putting her head on my shoulder. I held her there for a while as she softly, yet still genteelly cried. Rattlin's mother was a woman of steel, but she had carried so much so long. For a long time there was nothing to say. I said, “You would be very proud of your son, I think. He has proven to be a solid companion, and talented, too. I am very glad he’s part of our group.” That seemed to change the subject the right way, and she recovered herself enogh to chat about Rattlin’s adventures since she’d last seen him. I didn’t know this, but she said that she and Rattlin’s father had kept an eye on Rattlin through Cradomar, so they knew a bit about what he had been up to, and how he got all the way down to the Yeomanry. I swore not to tell him, as I think he’d be upset. We went back inside, and Rattlin and Cradomar had re-filled the pitchers and were sitting with Gimil and Ord at the kitchen table. Rattlin and his mother went off to talk a bit, and I spent a pleasant time talking with Cradomar about magic, and he gave me some tips about ways to use some of my spells. I didn’t know that the armor spell helped defend against the touch of spectres and wraiths! Elora served us dinner, and took a tray into the bedroom for Rattlin’s dad. I went in with her to carry to ale pitcher, and he flirted with me like all old men do, but in a nice way. He looked very drawn out, though, and I left after a few minutes. I’m tired myself, now. I’ve traveled halfway across the Flanaess, only to wind up scrubbing dishes at the end of a large hobbit meal. Dear Diary, (Godsay, Flocktime 4) Today was a day of comfort, for myself at least. I got up early with Elora and helped her prepare food for the day. We talked about home-y things, like my mother’s cooking, how we stored oils, what our favorite dishes were, and such things. If you ever get a chance to talk with a halfling mother about food, take advantage of it! They know more than any other race about the home comforts of food. After breakfast I helped around the house with things that Elora hadn’t had the time to do. Only a few days ago I was battling hobgoblins anddodging swings of an ogre’s club, and now I’m grubbing around the garden, battling weeds and dodging flies. I only cheated a little bit with magic, but it was very satisfying to help and at the same time do something to make a home more pleasant. Elora loved how I was able to use magic to make things spotless, though. If I every learn to craft magical items, I’ll send her a magic broom which cleans the house! As it was, I did give her the recipe for my mother’s special scrub-all cleanser, a gnomish family recipe. Rattlin’s dad, whose name is Raddo, (Raddo and Rattlin? Hmmm…) was able to get up and come into the kitchen today, and did he have a lot of stories! He talked most of the morning about his adventures, and about Elora, and asked me about Rattlin. I gave him a full report (as he termed it), and he was really proud. Rattlin was in and out, hooking up with friends and runing errands for his mother. Ord and Gimil went out with him, but went searching for some “real dwarf metal”, possibly to trade with that magic dwarven waraxe we found. One of Raddo’s buddies came visiting in the afternoon, a human warrior who had gone a bit to seed. You could tell that he must have been mighty at some point, but I’m sure he hasn’t seen his feet in years. He was fun, and had brought this greenish elven wine which was Raddo’s favorite. The two of them had a good tim ein the kitchen, trading stories and yelling affectionately at each other’s foibles. Elora opened up the large dining room to have a sort of party for Rattlin’s return. Some other women came to help in the afternoon and we were cooking and cleaning and washing all day long after that. Luckily, I was able to do a lot of work with spells for cleaning and cooling things. Elora has a knock for getting people together, I could tell. The evening was a lot of fun, with Raddo’s adventuring buddies, family, and some local friends. Everyone got pleasantly drunk, argued just enough to make it fun, and we put Raddo to bed as Luna’s full radiance climbed to the top of the night sky. The party wound down after that, with goodbyes being called and promises to Elora to help clean up tomorrow. I think I’ll do what I can tonight to make work easier, but I’ll have to use up all my more powerful spells. I’m going to bed myself after that, so I’ll see you tomorrow, Dear Diary. I like Raddo, and can see a lot of him in Rattlin. Dear Diary (Waterday, Flocktime 5) Raddo died in the night. I feel awful. I barely got to know him. I’ve taken over the clean up from last night, as Elora is just sitting out in the garden and crying. Friends from last night have come and gone, offering their sympathies and help. I rounded up a couple to put last night’s things away, but they left a while ago. I’ve whipped up some things so that people can nibble on food if they wish, but it’s a somber household. Even Gimil and Ord look sad. Is this what it will be like when I finish my career? Will I be able to die with friends and family, or will I wind up a smudge on a giant’s club, my purple robe used for a rag to wash ogre dishes? Raddo was an adventurer for most of his life-time. Will I tire sooner than he? One thing is for sure: I’m going to make sure that the people around me are good people. I don’t want anyone who will make me unhappy I’m with them. I want friends, people I can trust, that I know will take the same risks for me that I take for them. I think I’m very lucky to have Ord, Gimil, and Rattlin as companions. They are keepers, even though I can’t stand the dwarvish sense of humor at times, and that Rattlin is annoying. I’m sure they put up with my own little things, (though I can’t imagine what they might be!) and I know they would do everything they could to help me. Elora has come in to talk, so I’ll put you down for a while. What a woman. She’s cooking for the funeral tomorrow. I’m helping. I’ve even got Gimil, Rattlin, and Ord to help, and I’ve got my hands full! Write more later.[/i] [/QUOTE]
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