Journal of Stormborn, Servant of Blue.

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(CHARACTER RCRed!!)

(Biography can be found here.)

Amongst some trees and bushes a pale light dances on a cavewall of almost dead fire. A company of men sleeps inside of it, but one man sits outside of the opening on a ground, leaning against a rockwall. Next to him on the ground lies a sword, shield and a filled keg and plate. The man raises his brow to take a look around the area. All seems quite in the darkness of winter night ahead of him. He then looks down on his booklet again.

"Cold ground, freezing breeze, cold venison soup along with some water instead of ale. As if this freezing night would not be enough, Horm just have to be an awful cook aswell. A watch could go a lot smoother with a warm fur on my shoulder and a warm meal, but no it is too much to ask for. I should have brought a damn cart full of furs on our last stop, I swear I'll be much wiser next time.
It has in fact been a day or two since we saw anyone along our path. Last sighting was a orc raiding party. Lucky us our scout noticed their trail of tracks long before they were close by, we had plenty of time to take shelther and hide ourselves. We predicted the group was just too large for us to deal with them, this new scout is truly useful and potent. Tommorow we will be heading onwards towards the ruins of Ascore. Thalgren says that the old dwarven ruins still contain treasures for those that dare to explore it. I'm truly hoping for his sake his so called "Trail" is the real deal and we can really score some profit with this trip. He says that we should be patient and we'll see once we actually get in there. I suppose a wizard like he is knows what he is talking about.

I'm thinking of moving on to something different once this job is done. It is suppose to get us more than enough gold to last quite a while. Perhaps a change of scenery will be in order then. I don't know, we shall see once this is done. After all it is just a week we left Deadsnows. In the meantime we had some good practise with Horm, he has been able to show me a few things and I to him. I have to say he cooks awful things, but seven hells the dwarf can fight. We haven't actually had any action on our trip, I might even say I'm looking foward to see if the dwarf is as good as he claims. He is suppose to be our expert in the ruins aswell, we'll see how that is but he is a stout after all."

Our biggest consern have been the raiding parties of hobgoblins and other of their kind rumored to roam this parts of late. Out of their keep to the south. So far we've not seen any sightings or trails of them anywhere. I suppose it is good for the nerves, but still I'm on my toes. I'm sure the ruins itself will not be welcoming. Thalgren says it should be fine, but I think he is holding something from the rest of us. Im sure he is just as selfish as the rest of us. We are all in this for ourselves. Should be interesting once we divide the loot, once we actually get some. Horm litterly goes crazy once he sees some gold, seen it before.

This damn darkness of night makes me uneasy. Should keep my eyes open and not scribble thoughts into this pages. I think I'll go wake up the next watch and get some sleep myself."

The man closes his book, packs it up while picking up his other belongings. He looks around the area and up the sky as it starts to snow. He then heads in the cave with a sighs of relieve."

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Sun starts to set behind the horrizon after a buzzling day in a City of Sundabar. Taverns slowly starts to fill up with tired workers looking for a meal and drink after hard days work. One weary looking man sits behind a desk in a rented room, although not fatigued by paying work. Ale, meal and a booklet stand ready in front of him. His wrists shows a gall made most likely by a shackel as he picks up a quiver. He sighs as if recalling something before starting to write in his journal.

"I still feel strange as this new substance pumps in my veins. I feel weak and drained at times, like I was slowly burnining from the insides. I'm slowly getting use to it. Still feeling normal seems like a long way ahead. It has been many days since this happened, but I'm confident I will settle sooner or later. I feel like I need to think this back and memorize it in written words. It still seems all unreal and like a nightmare.


We had just arrived near the ouskirts of the ruins of Ascore. All of us sighed with relieve once we saw it in the distance. We did not want to storm in unaware of what we were going to see and meet, so we pulled camp at the same spot. Besides all else it was getting dark soon. Our new scout had been sent ahead to take a look around as I and Horm started gathering wood and setting up. My stomach was grumbling with hunger as I gethered firewood. I was just hoping Horm was not going to cook up this time. I had even noticed Thalgren was a better cook. One time when he actually put down his arrogance and superiority, he agreed it was his turn to be the chef. He was now focused on his spellbook and a map he called a "Trail" to us. He hadn't acutally showed it to anyone. It wouldn't be long when we witnessed if he lived up to his promises.

We had just finished setting up everything when our scout, Tulborn he was called, returned unharmed and with a slight confident grin on his face. He said everything was alright for the moment and we should push foward to the ruins in the morning. We all nodded in agreement and set down on the ground for some rest. Thalgren ordered the scout to cook us something to eat, waving his hand and without even raising his gaze from his acursed book. The half-elf scuffed at him, but started immideatly as he was hungry aswell. I smiled knowing that we'd get something decent to eat. I started to take care of my gear. I checked my armor thoroughly through. The plates were top notch and starps were tightly intact and no other flaws were present. I then moved on to my blade. I sharppened it carefully taking a look of my shield after it. After I was content I retired to my meal. After filling my stomach I fell into my bedroll. Horm were to take the first watch, I was gald of it as I was very tired.

In the middle of the night they attacked. I remember I woke up to Horm screaming loudly to us from his watchpoint. His shout cut short when several arrows pierced the dwarf. Right after two dark figures jumped at him with raised swords, slaying him in that spot. I immideatly jumped up, grabbing my sword and shield next to me. Thalgren was up quickly aswell. In trance he was summoning up a spell when he also was hit by an arrow to his shoulder, putting him down and interrupting his casting. To my suprise I didn't see our scout anywhere. There was no time to think that as I noticed two massive hairy things charging behind a boulder. They were Hobgoblins and they had ambushed us.
I charged back at the two and they seemed suprised by my counter. As I was struggling with the two I managed to look back at Thalgren. He was getting up, holding his bloodied shoulder with a scream. At that moment another goblin jumped at him, piercing him with his sabre leaving me alone in the frey. I turned to the two hobligblins in front of me. I dodged as the other one tried to take a swing at me, slicing his stomach open with fierce slash. The other took several steps back at that moment, shouting something to the dark in their foul language. I was just ready to jump after the beast, when I felt severe pain on my head, one of them must have hit me from behind. All went black after that and I fell unconsiousness on the ground.

I don't know how long I was knocked down and unconsious. Must have been hours if not a day. First thing I remember I was carried by two goblins, my hands and feet tied and bound. They kept talking to each other with occasional laughter. I must have muttered something as they looked at me as I woke up. They lowered me down and one of them put a sack or something over my head. All went dark after it for days. I'm not sure how long in fact, they only took it off to give me water a time or two. Until we arrived some crowded place, as I remember many sounds and talk of their foul language. When they finally removed my hood I was in front of a prisondoor and was thrown in a cell accompanied with a laughter.
It turned out I was captive of hobgoblins of infamous Red Flayers tribe. I was brought in their keep of Doomspire as a prisoner.

After my capture I was forced to hard labor for weeks if not days. Well it was not labor, more like slavery. I had heard rumors of this keep, but as I witnessed the size of it day after day I truly proved the rumors true. I was kept in seperate cell from the other prisoners. There was indeed other captives also slaving for the keep and we had little to do with each other. At that time, I was sure my life was coming to end in this dark keep and I threw all my hope.
One day, I don't know what day it was, I lost the count of dates and time in my captivity, I was dragged off from my cell. Two burly hobgoblins threw me to cold stone floor in front of my cell. I slowly got up and saw this hobgoblin looking me up and down with a grin, as if examining me. Moments later, after some pondering, it shouted at the two behind me and they grabbed my hands, pulling a hood over my face. I was dragged somewhere unknown to me. I remeber hearing growls, whistles, shouts. At first they were silent, but the volume kept raising as we claimed up stairs. My knees hit against every stair as we ascended. It was painful indeed.

Finally the hood was removed and a door opened in front of me. I was temporarly blinded by the light and sun looking around with no vision. When I was able to see again, I saw I was pushed into open air, surrounded by vicous wild shouting, growling and laughter. I was in some sort of pit and there was tens if not hundreds of hobgoblins staring down at me from the edges of the hole, drinking, betting and eating. I saw filled weapon racks near the walls of the pit and then right off knew where I was. It was an arena and it was not long until my opponent was thrown into the pit across from another door. My opponent was a human, another prisoner that was kept here. One of the last as I had seen and heard as the numbers of prisoners had been dwindling. He was tall and strong looking, much like myself. I knew this fight was not going to be easy.
We looked at each other a short moment, that in fact felt like an hour. I kept looking at the racks, sweat pouring down from my forehead and he did the same. Then we rushed at the racks and the crowd of hobgoblins went wild growling. I grabbed a sword and he aswell. As he grabbed his weapon he charged at me sword raised to make a huge cleave. I stood my ground patiently and was able to dodge the blow with ease. I was able to cut his shoulder, but only to get a grunt and little wound as a result. Both of us turned face to face again. We traded some blows with succesful parries on both sides. Then I made my strike, putting all my strenght to this particular hit. The force of it threw his weapon aside, giving me an opening to strike. I threw myself at him quickly after it, piercing his stomach with my sword. The crowd went silent as I killed my opponent, almost dissapointed as the fight was so soon over. When I pulled my blade back and the prisoner fell to the ground dead and bleeding all over the ground, a wave of shouting and growling started that lasted a good while. I looked at the dead prisoner, satisfied that I had won. Moment later the other door openened and the same two large hobgoblins grabbed me quickly pulling me inside placing a hood over my head. I was dragged off to the darkness again.."

The man cuts off his writing and puts down his quill. He looks out the window, it is getting late. He closes his book, finnishes his meal and strolls towards a warm bed determinated to continue later.

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Well rested man picks up his quill again. He looks through the window to the streets as he recalls what had happened to him. After a moment of thought he looks down on his journal and starts to write them.

"After my succesfull dual with the other slave of the hobgoblins I was thrown back into my cell for the night. I fell into sleep on my haybed right after it. I felt exhausted even though the fight itself was not that demanding. Then again the lack of food and nutrition must have started to take more severe toll on my body and then this dark cell was taking a sever toll on my sanity and mind. I only hoped this succesfull battle had some meaning other than the amusement of my captures. Perhaps a proper meal at least?

The next day I woke up as my door slammed open. The same two hobgoblins that had dragged me into the arena stormed in and grabbed me by the arms. I was dizzy and my eyes blurry as a another hobgoblin slowly walked in my prisoncell. The creature kept his arms behind his back and walked in with a proud poster looking down on me. He looked at me a fair moment patiently, not grinning or snarling as the one that had examined before the fight.. Not this one was different. He wore some sort of robe, almost fine vinery for one of his kind I must say. Perhaps this one was someone of importance as the two burly burtes holding me seemed to shape up as it walked in the cell. After a fair moment of gazing at me, the hogoblin looked at the two holding, nodding at them. The two hogbolins lifted me up and started dragging me behind the robed goblin, blinding me again with a all too familiar hood. We made our way up a hill for a time. As I felt the wind on my skin, I knew we were on our way to the moutain top, I didn't like the feeling at all.

The wind stopped and the howling of it stopped slowly as we etered a cave of some sort. It became very quiet. All the noices and sounds of the keep quieted as we kept walking deeper into the cave. The hobgoblins kept quiet not talking or laughing as they usually were. Only thing I heard was footsteps time to time that passed us here and there. Then we slowed down and finally stopped. I heard this powerful breathing growing and gorwing closer, until it exhaled towards me. It felt like a small breeze as it hit against me. All I knew t was something huge and for a moment I was hoping the hood pulled over my head was kept in place."

As my hood was removed, I beholded one of the most powerful being in the exsitance. In front of me a towering blue dragon looked down upon me. It shimmering blue scales gloomed in a lit cave. It was laying on the ground in a huge chamber. The hobgoblins ungrabbed me as it scowled at them. They then bowed to it collapsing to the ground in front of the mighty beast. I was stunned and kept looking at the creature, certain I was to be her next meal. The intense powerful blue eyes turned on me. I felt as it saw right through me as it examined my fragile human body. It kept inhaling air and at exhaling, sending a rumbble throughout the chamber. After a moment of silence it spoke with a deep voice.

"You are to be my next servant"

A hobgolin wearing similar robes as the one that came to claim me stepped out of the shadows carrying a vial filled with red liqud, blood. It walked in front of me with a emotionless stare. He stopped and waited for me to take it. I looked at it with dread, unsure what to do. A moment of silence surrounded the cave. The dragon kept looking at me, finally rumbbling in her deep powerful voice.

"Drink it."

I froze for a short moment. Horrified I looked at the blood inside the vial. I still had no clue of what it was. Then again what choice did I have? I was not going to be this dragons next meal if I could help it. I grabbed the vial tighter, looking at it still in doubt and fear of what would happen next. I then mustered my courage and with a gaze at the mighty beast took a huge swing. Empting the content in my stomach. The dragon kept looking at me in silence, a twisted slight smile growing on her vicious face. He then after a moment of waiting looked towards the corner where another of its robed servant carried a tied parchment. He walked at me and handed me a scroll. the dragon the spoke again.

"Here is our terms of servitude. You are to collect and raise my wealth. Return to me after a period of five years, with all that you can carry. You will see that this is to your own good."

The dragon then glared at the hobgoblins, rumbbling a short order in their own tongue. All of them then turned me around and started escorting me out. I looked back at the mighty beast as we left. It glared back a moment until getting up and turning, heading further inside the cave. Outside the cave they hooded me again.

They kept escorting me and we apparently take off the keep, outside of it perhaps a mile or two I was left there, along with most of my belongnings prior to my capture. After that I head straight to Sundabar.
For now I will take rest and heal. I keep discovering new abilities moment after moment, I'm most certain the blood I drank was indeed dragon blood. Odd enough I truly feel I want to serve this dragon, even though it was forced. It is as if I felt him, even here. From here I will head west to seek my fortune."

The man puts down the quill and closes the booklet. He packs it up, along with all his other, already packed belonings and throws them over his shoulder heading out the room and inn.

(Aftet this my character Tyron arrives in Baldur's Gate via several caravans.)

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Tyron sits in fron of a desk of his rented room in the Elfsong Tavern, next to him is a small chest filled with gems. He rubs a good sized topaz in his hand and turns to his journal. After a moment he places it in the chest and picks up a quill instead.

"It has been a few weeks since I arrived in this city of Baldur's Gate. I took several caravans and the way was hard, but I managed to survive and here I am. I feel now completely recovered form the drinking of blood. The burning is gone and I feel remarkable in fact. I feel strong and confident, almost supernaturally so. I've kept myself busy in earning my fortune, working as a sellsword. It has paid off well. There seems to be work here for a man like me and it is a good thing. I've decided to invest my earnings to gems. I will delieved a mountain of gems to blue master. Perhpas it will be enough for a reward on its own. This abilities are magnificent and I like to learn more of the power of this blood pumping in my system. Perhaps when I return I will be taught more. I will also take a look around the various of ruins in this parts. Western Heartlands should be filled with old ruins to plunder for the willing and capable. Any artifact I find I will keep and return to my master. I might consider taking along someone capable in matters acane, I know little of the art myself. I must educate myself to the history of this land further aswell. I've lot of work to be done."

The man puts down his quill, locks the chest tight and retires to get some well earned rest.

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A man sits by a desk again in a rented room of Elfsong tavern. He secures a few bags of gold to his strongbox filled with jewels and other bags of same kind. He then secures it tight and puts it aside, but not too far from his reach. He then takes a quill and ponders a fair moment, looking out the window to the darkening streets of the city. After a quiet moment he starts to write.

"My coffer is filling up in casual good speed. I've kept myself busy continuing as a sellsword for the people here around this part of sword coast. I've been as south to the city of Nashkel and as north as little town of Triel. All in all, the region is bit rough, but not so harsh as the Silver Marches as I have seen it. There is some trouble with a large horde of resiliant orcs up north as it seems. They have laid sieged on the small town of Triel and caused great deal of harm to the region. Sounds all too familiar to me. Some form of Black Orcs. Suppose to be special kind, and I even traveled with a wizard who wanted a cub of theirs for study. Curious, I personally will slay any orc, cub or full-grown that shares my way. There's also great trouble in the south past Amn. The nation there, called Tethyr, is ravaged by civil war. All this trouble brings good coin and work for a fighting man like myself. I find myself almost glad of the situation.
I've been experimenting with my new found abilities of this blood. What I've found is quite remarkable. My breathing seems to take electric abilities that are most useful. I can infuse my blade with said energy by focusing and exhaling a blow of air on it. The air ripples on it's surface, it makes my hits even more devastating. Once, in a moment of wander, I did the same as a group of lowly outlaws were charging at me from distance on the Trade Way. I inhaled as much air as I could, took aim and focused on them. Once I blew at them, my breath carried an actually charge of a lighting, killing them instantly. I was a bit shocked by this power at my disposal. I also feel more confident than ever. I felt it as I faced a huge troll in the Troll Claws. A sight that would make a man usually wet himself on the spot, did not shake me the slightest. I standed there confident, focused and calm, ready take it on as any other opponent. I prevailed of course.
I have been questioning and going through the way I was brought into the service of this unknown great force I now serve. It was sudden and brutal, without choice on any of it. Well I could have choicen not to, but what then? I would have most likely ended up as her meal, or at the sports of her minions again until death. It would have ended up in my end, it is not like they were freeing people from there. I'm hundreds of miles away from her, why should I keep doing this? Yet I find a certain respect to this figure, a calling even to do her will as she set it for me. It must be the cause of this blood. Whispering it in my head while I sleep, sometimes I think I hear something even when I'm awake. None the less, it is what I will do. Forced or not, if I'm given something to complete, I'll see it through. I'm a man of my words even if the words are put in my mouth. Does it make me a fool? Perhaps. Still principle is a principle."

The man then cuts short his writing with a pondering look on his weather face. He puts down his quill, closing the book. Leaning back on his chair, looking throug the window to the streets of the Gate.

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Tyron sits in his room again with a booklet in front of him. This time in Beregost. He takes a quill, rubbing his aching cheek a moment before starting to write.

"I've found many sights of interest. One is a Field between Baldur's Gate and the Troll Claw Hills. Miles and miles of open land shrouded in mist and smell of decay called the Fields of The Dead. The fields are sight of countless battles fought between people of the coast and beyond. You can't walk around the region without accidently kicking an old sword or shield sooner or later. The number of slain are beyond counting, cursing the very field which bares the bodies of the deceased. The dead walk here in large numbers as undead of all forms. Other fell creatures dwell on it, but do not call it home. I doubt anything living actually settles there. Perhaps a scattered few necromancers might be found. There's rumors of powerful one that might be causing the curse. I've heard talk of Warlock's Crypt in the fields, suppose to be a sight of great evil and maybe the very cause of the cursed land, but it might be old wife tales aswell. I did found one long forgotten and old crypt as I was crossing the fields to North. I saw it from the road, glooming agaisnt the large boulders bordering the Troll Claws. The fields bare many dead and their treasures of them aswell. I decided to take a look in it.
The crypt looked very old. The moss covered old stone build entrance was in fact open and not locked and sealed as I thought it would. I pushed the old door open, it almost fell apart. I took stairs down to the dark. It was silent, my magical ring providing blue light to the corridor as I descended. It was not long before I came across chambers with closed tombs covered in dust. The smell of decay filled my nostrils as I took a look around. All was quiet and I was determinated to push foward. The I stopped as a sound of slowlig moving stone rumbbled behind me. When I turned three mummifed corpses rose from their resting place, their red cursed eyes glooming at me. They attacked me, be that of me trepassing in their resting tomb or of sheer hatred, I don't know. The fight was over soon as I managed to put them down. I was not sure of them being finally dead, so I decided to take a quick look around a little deeper. I kept going, a omnious light casting in a chamber ahead of me. I closed in slowly. There a man was chanting in front of a open tomb wearing black robes. I observed briefly before charging in, as I was aware of his doings. A mummified corpse rose from the grave in the end of the chant, I knew my time was come. I charged in, tooking the necromancer by suprise. Sooner than he could conjure up a spell against me, he felt a cold blade piercing his torso. He dropped cold on the floor, bleeing all over. The dead climbed from his tomb and tried to defend his slaver, but was unable as he was cut down fast enough by my hand. It became silent again after the short battle.
The chamber contained two stone chests, busted open. It was no suprise that I found fair amounf of gold, fine sapphire and diamond in the possession of the wizard. He must have plundered the ruined crypt before me. I took the liberty to take them for myself. I then decided to leave before the corpses rose again. Their slaver was done for, but I was not sure if it was enough to put the dead to sleep.

Another is a Tower on a steep hill near the hin town of Gullykin. It is called Durlag's Tower. Suppsoe to be a fortress of an old dwarven hero, it is suppose to contain great treasures and great danger aswell. It caught my interest and the interest of Al. He.. She was a pecilour character I met on the road. Victim of some kind of identity crise of his own. No matter to me, she was more than usefull enough with her grasp in the arcane. Outside the tower dwell many basilisks. Creatures knowing to turn man into stone by mere gaze. Still their eyes had no effect on me. Perhaps I'm more than a mere man. Al followed shortly behind me in cloaked in her invisibility spell. Finally we arrived at the foot of the tower. We went in and we soon met by a large cat like creatures, which I later came to know as a Displacer Beast. Troublesome, but we killed several of them on our path. After a short tour on the tower, we descended down below the tower itself. There we were attacked by more Displacer Beasts and towering Umberhulks aswell. We prevailed agaisnt these monsters, continuing deeper inside the tower. We came by several chests containing gold, it was good enough, though I was certainly expecting more than what we found. We went deeper and deeper, until we were attacked by no other than dark elves. I never thought to see a one of this monsters in flesh, and here there were groups of them. I only wondered how deep this tower was actually dug.
I was attacked by a group of Drow, so I took a glance behind me, suprisingly I saw no sight of Al. My first thoughts darted between her betrayel or perhaps she was caught by one of the many deadly traps of the tower. It had to wait, I was busy. I charged at the group of three dark elves. The stories of these cursed elves wer true. They were fierce in battle. I managed to take two down. As I slew the second one after a frey of swordplay, on had moved behind me and knocked me cold on the floor. All went dark after this. I don't know how long I was unconsciouss, but when I woke it was not in a dark deep tunnel, but in the light of a temple. Last time I was knocked out like this I was made a prisoner, this time it was different. Al had somehow dragged me out of the tunnels and all the way here. She had safed my life. I knew I was in debt to her, a thought I was very uncomfortable with. I don't like to own people anything and know I own her my life. She did not say what she wanted in turn of saving my life, only that she would tell it later. After that she vanished without a word. I did not like this one bit, but I'm a man of my word."

He then puts down the quill, moving to pack his things with a great sighs.