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| A Slate-Blue Tome; Yavuz's Personal Notes | |
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| Yavuz | Oct 16 2011, 01:24 AM Post #1 |
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The majority of the book is a holy tome of Tyr and the other two member-deities of the old Triad. In the back, however, is a section comprised of the personal notes of one Yavuz Sahin, done in an elegant cursive in high quality black ink. |
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| Yavuz | Oct 16 2011, 01:36 AM Post #2 |
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Proxy. Emma. Ritsuko. Rarania. James. Cina. Kinota. Amaris. Wyl'anla. My apologies. I never thought I'd have to say goodbye. Not as I should have. I died. I died, truly and fully. And yet, here I am. I don't remember a paradise. I don't remember any reward for my faith. Not the smiling face of Tyr whom I dreamed of since my time back home. Not the servant's welcome to the house of his master. Perhaps I simply cannot remember by grace of my return to the mortal coil. Or perhaps He truly is dead, and I serve but a memory. Nevertheless, I am his memory. I am, perhaps, all that remains of the old ways. Ah, yes, Yavuz Sahin, guardian of what once was! I believe I expected it least of all. Was it not I who taught my fellows of new ways, of greater acceptance, of true equality, and of mercy? Now I am all that remains. My tears flow freely now, to lighten the burden of my heart, that I may perhaps find some way to make use of, perhaps even enjoy this second chance at life. I am Yavuz Sahin. I am the remnant, the revenant of Tyr, and be he dead or alive in some small fragment, I will do him proud.
Edited by Yavuz, Feb 14 2012, 04:14 AM.
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| Yavuz | Feb 14 2012, 04:38 AM Post #3 |
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I look back at my first entry and ponder now. Was I truly so consumed by sorrow, confusion, despair? Of course; I guarded myself against anger, not sadness. Something to think on devoting myself to, perhaps. Nevertheless, such training was hardly a waste. I made my way to Thundertree after my awakening, and have both aided and been aided by the town as I prepared to gather enough of my strength to return to Neverwinter, which I have heard to have changed greatly. On a day that seemed to be like any other, however, two strange guests arrived. A warband of orcs, and a band of adventurers. The former had me thankful for the latter, and at their side I managed to aid them against the onslaught, if only in some small part. The battle raged on for some time, and several orcs were laid low while their leader was too greatly injured by our efforts to fight any further. Having attempted to talk the orcs into a truce several times during the battle, as did a dragonborn--or so I believe this new race to be called--who entered the fray late, I attempted one last time and convinced him to surrender. His people had trade and land disputes with the town of Thundertree, and so I promised that their conditions would be heard if they left in peace, as well as their being left unharmed by the townsfolk as they buried their dead and escorted their wounded. A shame that any had to die, but joyous was it to see that they would come to reason. Since then, I've negotiated with the townsheads to leave the orcs be for a time, and consider negotiations. While I hardly managed to get them thrilled about it all, they would at least allow the wounded to leave freely and negotiate with delegates from the orc tribe. I proved my capabilities to myself today; I may no longer be on par with the Wolfish Battlebrother I once was, but perhaps in this life I may surpass the deeds of my past. Now if only ever had half so much confidence with women! As for the adventurers, it seems they too are en route to Neverwinter. Be it the tug of fate or simply taking up a good chance when I see one, I requested to join them and will do so. I'm eager for the company; I seek no praise, but a merrier life is had with others to share one's victories and failures alike with, rather than lived alone. |
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| Yavuz | Aug 12 2012, 08:56 PM Post #4 |
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Oh Kelemvor, forgive my blasphemy, but may death's grasp be forgotten; I am alive! Shamefully, it's been quite some time since I've added to this tome, though I read through its other pages daily. Praise be that life lead me to Tyr and not Oghma, with no offense meant. I've discipline, but not the sort to bear any resemblance to an author or scribe! Between Thundertree and Neverwinter, we dealt with a cult of Yuan-Ti followers. The Hammer of the Grimjaws, through our might and magic, fell swiftly upon their heads. In Thundertree, for far too long, I fell back into fighting alone, without tactic, without effort. Now, among worthy foes and worthier companions, I feel -- goodness, this is taking me too long to think -- I feel power again. I feel purpose. I dare to go so far as to say belonging, though our interactions have been limited so far. In the heat of battle, however, our true selves rise to the fore. These are not adventurers I travel with. They are heroes. Our ways split in Neverwinter. While their adventures lead them to do battle with a dragon, Memnarch and I found ourselves aiding in Neverdeath; a matter on which I will delve deeper in the future. Last night, while returning to the Beached Leviathan for drink and merry, a night of high spirits grew wild. 'Harrag's Finest' made vaDanti and Naris heroes of the bottle, though my years of experimentation and, perhaps, death had me all but immune to the spirits. Our hostess was one 'Len-Jes,' a watersoul genasi that serves as Lord Neverember's Master* of Trade. Thankfully, I managed to convince her to join us at our table, though she refused to take part in the drink. 'Thankfully,' because General Sabine arrived to deliver us a message: Lord Neverember wished to grant us audience. The drunken crowd was thrown into a riot, and had Len-Jes been in their midst rather than ours, I shudder to think what could have occurred. However, between Naris' intimidation, Balashi's restraint, vaDanti's wit, Morgar's skill, Skyes' power and a stranger's incredible talents, enough brawlers were pacified or subdued for me to convince the others to stand down. Though my part was small, I was glad to have played it. The 'mysterious stranger' seems to have played the roll of benefactor to the group at some point, and does so once more, having paid for the room I now write in, and those of my companions. He was and is none other than Jarlaxle Baenre, a drow of no little fame, and no small amount of fame and notoriety. We exchanged some words before parting ways for the night, wanting to rest well before our rescheduled audience with Neverember. Poor vaDanti, between her drinking and the exertion of the night, had passed out on the floor, and I brought her to her room before making for mine. I've seen my fair share of drunks in my travels, on Arelith. Gods forgive, I've been one myself, so I didn't think twice to volunteer for the task. While smashed on Harrag's finest, she tried to sleep with me not once, but twice, midbrawl. Followed by an attempt at Jarlaxle. Followed by anecdotes of her previous marriages, and a travel or few. Such colourful friends I've made, and find no sarcasm in my words. A beggar could have been one choice away from a prince. A mercenary felled by your blade could have been a scorned knight. And even a drunk can have a past both bright and fascinating, with more than a few stories to tell. *Mistress? |
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| Yavuz | Aug 27 2012, 08:00 AM Post #5 |
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What would be the greater offense? The audacity of boastfulness, of pride? Or the crime of silence when I could have spoken, words unwritten that could have held truth? Tyr, forgive me, whichever I choose. I am Yavuz Sahin. Finally and utterly, last of the Hammers of Grimjaws. Last of Tyr's Chosen. Our meeting with Lord--damned by the title, that makes liars of honest men--Neverember was had, and through me to Tyr, he paid a tribute like know others. Know that in this times, thanks to him, I held the Hammer of Tyr. Though Father's death and time without use saw it weakened, it still holds power. If I have anything to say about it, it will have more. |
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| Yavuz | Aug 27 2012, 10:14 AM Post #6 |
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The tale of the day does not end there. We were requested to seek out the last of Nasher's heirs. Neverember claimed that it was to give him or her the crown and finally enjoy some rest. I realize now, after an epiphany in the heat of battle, that he may not have been entirely truthful. A confrontation is inevitable, but first I will rest and relax from that very battle. He wished to show us what was at stake in the city, and had us visit a gate to the Spellplagued districts. It seems our visiting was a happy coincidence, as bandits had just raided the gate and tried to get it open. We dispatched and arrested them swiftly. Seldra came not long after, along with an Elven ranger Genasi mage. However, before we could leave, my and Seldra's 'Spellscars' began to burn. A massive, spellscarred wyrm shattered the gates alongside other fearsome beasts, and the true battle was had. Those of the Company present, along with the new arrivals and a Tiefling by the name of Shouja that had also been fighting off the bandits, took on the beasts valiantly. Midbattle, I felt the stirrings of Tyr deep within, and took the form of the holy Hound Archons. A burning desire for justice consumed my every thought, and the Light coursed through every one of my veins. Glory and victory, sufficed to say, were had. |
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