Archive for February, 2006


An Interesting Series of Events

February 19, 2006

The last day or so has probably been the most interesting since I left my old life behind. I’ve reached a stage in my Soulknife training where I can no longer confine myself to the city. So I went by the Adventurer’s Guild in Perdon to try and find a way of exercising my skills. I found a request for some help fighting off goblins in some small town. It seemed like a reasonable first task for me, and there were some others there who were interested in going, so I knew I wouldn’t be alone.

The 4 of us left Perdon together that day — a Paladin, a Druid, a Barbarian, and myself. We arrived at the town too late to hunt goblins, so we stayed the night. But there was a raid in the middle of the night anyway, so we didn’t have to wait long. We killed many goblins, wargs, and bugbears tonight. The Barbarian even got himself a hobgoblin. For my first real confrontation using my newfound powers, I would like to think I did OK. But I’ve got a long way to go before I’m any good with a mind blade. It was lucky Bane was around, or else the hobgoblin might have killed us all.

And something odd happened tonight, after all the fighting ended. There was a small man who had been fighting near us for much of the raid, and afterwards he approached us, and I think he intends to come with us tomorrow when we go after the goblins. I’m not quite sure what is going on with him because he mostly talked with the Paladin — who seems to have taken on the role of a leader of sorts for us. At any rate, he was given a share of the loot from the goblins we killed. And that is probably fair, since he was fighting them as well. To look at him you wouldn’t think he’d be much use for anything. But I suppose we shall soon find out what he is worth — if he really is coming with us.

Anyway, I’m eager to find more combat to test my skills. I think I learned a lot tonight from this battle, and I hope I’ll do better in the next one. I see now why this is part of a Soulknife’s training: you can’t replicate the experience of real combat in any training facility. It truly requires a great deal of mental and physical fortitude to keep alive when an angry bugbear is trying to eat your face.


A Brief Introduction

February 9, 2006

I would like to believe that in the course of my life I have achieved enough notoriety to render an introduction unneccessary. Vanity aside, however, I’ve no doubt that there are those who are — perhaps blissfully — unaware of my existence. In light of this fact…

My name is Silme. I am an Elf, for those of you who care about such things. For the better part of my life I have been a bard, though I have been known to be other things as well — thief, avatar, schoolmaster… For a brief period of time I was an adventurer. I had been fortunate enough to meet and befriend a small group of people with whom I became good friends: Kraamh the Dwarf, Lawn the Gnome, and Bert O’Sullivan. Together the four of us traveled all over this realm seeking treasure, adventure, escape from the monotony of our respective existences. Who knows? That all came to a grinding halt with the untimely demise of Kraamh. After his death at the jaws of an Ice Wyrm up north I think we all lost interest in the “business” of adventuring and retired to our homelands.

For my part, I went home to found a school for bards. It kept me busy and served to keep my mind of the death of my closest friend. But eventually wanderlust won over — again — and I had to leave. I have not gone back to adventuring; I don’t think I could stand it without Kraamh — and without Kraamh I stand a pretty good chance of being killed anyway. Rather I would call what I do, “meta-adventuring.” I do what it is that bards do best: telling stories.

Contained in these pages, should you keep reading, you will find what tales I have come across in my travels, reminiscences and ruminations on my own adventures, ballads and poetry pertaining to the same, and — as often as possible — first-hand accounts of the travels of others. I intend to preserve as much as I can the history of this world and others that is rarely recorded in the history books. In some few cases I have been fortunate enough to obtain copies of the journals of some travelers, and those pages will be reproduced here in their entirety.