Samiyah's Journal - Revision history

Cordir at 20:25, 3 April 2013

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	I have decided to start a journal, as I can sometimes be absent minded. My head is so full of songs, that it seems there is little room to remember things. Perhaps putting them to paper will help.<BR>		I have decided to start a journal, as I can sometimes be absent minded. My head is so full of songs, that it seems there is little room to remember things. Perhaps putting them to paper will help.<BR>

Samiyah at 17:36, 1 April 2013

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Samiyah: disclaimer/note

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disclaimer/note

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			'''NOTE: This is OUT OF CHARACTER information.''' ''If you are a mortal: Unless you have held Samiyah's corpse and/or examined or the physical object she carries that is her journal, your character doesn't know this. (Immortals can choose to know what they know, however it is they know it.)
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Samiyah at 06:06, 22 February 2013

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	I am tired - I cannot close my eyes without images of battle appearing. Conflict and home, chaos and destruction. Last night, so much blood and death... and yet, he came, like an avenging angel, and bid the invader gone. Protecting my people, as he says that he has always done. Should I believe my dreams? Or the voice within that says that this is all a trick, as the Sayyida's beloved says - some sorcery to make me trust where trust is not wise. There is the parable of the frog and the scorpion, which runs through my mind, time and time again. "It is my nature" the scorpion says, as he stings the gullible frog to death. Is it his nature? I do not know.<BR>		I am tired - I cannot close my eyes without images of battle appearing. Conflict and home, chaos and destruction. Last night, so much blood and death... and yet, he came, like an avenging angel, and bid the invader gone. Protecting my people, as he says that he has always done. Should I believe my dreams? Or the voice within that says that this is all a trick, as the Sayyida's beloved says - some sorcery to make me trust where trust is not wise. There is the parable of the frog and the scorpion, which runs through my mind, time and time again. "It is my nature" the scorpion says, as he stings the gullible frog to death. Is it his nature? I do not know.<BR>
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			==02/21/2013==
			I was awoken from dreams of places I have never been and people I have never fought, to the presence of Wish, the god of the Nashites. At first, I thought it still part of the dreams that had held me so strongly, but no. He was glaring at me, as if he had been waiting for a response for some time, and my leg hurt, as if he had jabbed it. My eyes burned, as if twin coals had been pressed into them and my whole body screamed in protest. Sounds were coming out of his mouth, but for a long moment, I could not understand him. Blinking, I concentrated, as if trying to memorize a piece of music, and was able to understand, at least a little better. <BR>
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			Wish demanded to know what I had experienced when I touched Similus. I had to acknowledge that he and others had been right, that it had broken something inside me, but that Seraph had helped to heal it. He asked again -- what had I seen? and then argued with me when I tried to describe it. I know that I was not communicating well - my head swam with visions and sleep pulled at me like the current of a river, always seeking to pull me into its oblivion - but he kept asking, over and over, it seemed. Why did I think the visions came from Similus? Why did I not realize that it was just my own imagination, just as Seraph's healing had been? I tried to explain the sense of Similus as a living thing, that I had seen things that I did not know of. I described Solaron and his battles and the conflict he had with ones who were once brothers and sisters. I told him of Seraph and all the bloodshed I had seen him do. All of this I knew - because of what Similus had showed me. And I told him he was wrong: Seraph had saved my life.<BR>
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			Anyone could tell the tale that Seraph was a killer, he said - it was too well known. Sorrow touched my heart, but I knew his words to be true. Yet, I countered, the same could be said of any Ordained - and that three such, Belgarion, Sagan, and my own brother, Cresom, had acknowledged it. Dark deeds, but for a purpose, to help and protect and defend - this is the task of an Ordained - but that for those who bore Similus, it was much worse. That it was an evil thing that prompted more evil from those that wielded it. Honestly, I do not know how much of this I actually was able to say - words seem to stick to my tongue, coming out only in a mumble. My head throbbed with each word, waves of pain flowing in and out like sand pushed by the winds. Seraph had saved my life, yet again holding my soul in His hands to keep it from the spirit lands, but I knew I was a long way from being well.<BR>
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			Wish told me I was a silly desert girl, that objects - things that are not Living - do not have souls. Thinking of something that I saw in the Manor while I was on my quest, I defiantly countered with the name of the Arch-Lich. He laughed in his odd way, and demanded to know: What gave me the idea that the Arch-Lich had a soul? I could not give an answer, so I merely shrugged and tried to go back to the sleep I so achingly needed, horrible visions of what I had seen depicted so graphically in the Manor already taking hold. <BR>
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			A splash of slimy, filthy water in my face shocked me awake once more. He said my name sharply and commanded that I stay awake and look at him. The twin tides swirling within me - the need to obey and my own body's weakness - made me dizzy. I wanted to scream at him and beg him to leave me alone, but bit my lip and stayed silent, focusing on his words. He turned his questions to what I had seen on my quest: What had I learned of Nash?
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			I confess it: I was afraid. How was it that he did not know of my past conflicts and terrors with Nashites? That this fear had been my constant companion, clinging to me as closely as my own shadow, while I walked through the Manor? I have seen my own death at their hands and sung of it before their Pope. Three times, I was called to that Tower, and three times, I saw visions of my own blood spilling onto that floor. I heard Seraph's voice, as if he stood beside me: Show no weakness. I sought to hide my fear with bravado, deliberately impolite, using a word that I had seen a boy in Midgaard be beaten by his mother for using. "Nash is phooey!" Wish seemed taken aback, so I tried to press the point. Nash was the silliest of tales - a badly written mockery that would get any bard booed off the stage, if they wrote about Immortals being so childish as to go about peeing on people! He countered that not all bards are equal and perhaps the bards that had written of Nash spoke only from a mortal perspective, writing of something they could not fully comprehend. But if I should believe the songs of Nash, I said, what of the songs written of him being a goat, too. Were they just as true? His tone mocking, he said he or another could write ridicule of Seraph, painting him as a turtle. Pride and anger turned my tongue at that moment, and I boasted that my writing of the Sahib was better than any other, certainly better than anything such as was written about Nash. Almost like a sand-cat on an unwary lizard, Wish pounced on my words. Would I care to wager? The warning thrum of danger made my heart pound, and again I heard Seraph's voice as if He knelt beside me, whispering in my ear. 'Be careful, my dear one. Choose wisely.' I was too exhausted to do aught but shake my head, no, and confess my arrogance.
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			My head swam in a fog as Wish continued to press me with questions, like a swarm of bees stinging from all sides. How could I have faith and belief in Seraph, and yet not acknowledge the faith and belief others held in Nash? My stumbling reply was that I could see, feel, hear, and touch Seraph, or Tynian, the true Creator... Yet none of these things were possible with Nash.. and that for one's belief to bolster an Immortal, the being had to actually exist. I said again: I did not believe in Nash, but I believed in Seraph. He taunted my faith, saying that Seraph had not healed me - that I had healed myself. That Seraph had no power, was utterly weak and helpless. I became angry, hearing Belgarion's words yet again, repeated in another's voice, and dragged myself upright, though the room swam before my burning eyes and my insides felt like quicksand. I said that Seraph had saved me. That I felt a change within myself, felt His presence, as if His wings were around me. Knew that my renewal and healing was His doing.
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			Wish laughed and called me a foolish desert girl - had I witnessed its doing? I am a silly girl and I was not awake when it was done, so I could not, in truth, argue with that, only said again that I felt it and knew it to be so. Again and again, like a whirlpool, he circled around the topic of Nash, until my head was dizzy with it. I must confess, he is a very good orator and would have made a fine bard, for he twisted the tale so much that I nearly found myself agreeing with him, purely for the passion of his argument, and not for any truth to the matter.
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			Finally, he asked if a fish can feel the water. Of course it can, I replied; does it not change course in response to the current? Tired of all of these questions and so desperate for sleep, I snapped back rudely - wrong of me, I know - I supposed, I said, that he would next tell me that Nash was the water. No, he replied, Nash is the ocean. A phooey ocean of pee, which you willingly swim in! I thought, but wisely held my tongue. He was getting irritated and angry with my stubbornness, or perhaps my inability to speak properly, for at long last, he bade me sleep, then called me back from its brink with two questions: What did I think would happen if Seraph's shield, helm, and weapon were destroyed? Not knowing the answer, I gave that as my reply. What, then, if Similus was destroyed? Again, I did not know, but said that I did not think it could be. I could hear his evil snickering as I slid into the embrace of sleep, and it troubled my dreams, wondering what he might be plotting.
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Samiyah: 01/03/2013

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01/03/2013

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	My first location quest of the day took me to the roots of the Loth-Lorien Tree, but after that, they were full of dark portents that boded ill, with references to hell and blood and death. Back in the Guild, Bortex had six scores and several scrolls!<BR>		My first location quest of the day took me to the roots of the Loth-Lorien Tree, but after that, they were full of dark portents that boded ill, with references to hell and blood and death. Back in the Guild, Bortex had six scores and several scrolls!<BR>
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			==01/03/2013: Journal Entry==
			It has been nearly half a year since I took the time to write in my journal. So much has happened since then, I scarcely know where to begin. Growth and friends. A new brother, sworn in blood. Many times of joy. But of late, it is sorrow that weighs me. Twice in two sunrises, I have slipped spirit from flesh, and find myself much weakened. Every Lyrical I have so painstakingly learned is forgotten. And there is still so much to do. Friends oftentimes have the time to talk, but not help. I have struggled much, alone. Yet... not always alone - in a way and for reasons I do not understand. <BR>
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			I would be dishonest if I did not write of the Fallen One. I do not know when I came to his attentions - it seems that he has been watching me for a very long time - he said once that he witnessed my birth. Though why I would be of note to a god, I do not understand. He says I am of his bloodline, as he is the god of our people. The men of the village do not speak of the rituals that they conduct. They speak only of the Gods: the Hunter, the Shepherd, the Guardian. I do not know which aspect of the Gods he represents. There is much of it I do not understand. Only that he fills me with trepidation. Yet again and again, he says that he is only here to help me. <BR>
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			I am tired - I cannot close my eyes without images of battle appearing. Conflict and home, chaos and destruction. Last night, so much blood and death... and yet, he came, like an avenging angel, and bid the invader gone. Protecting my people, as he says that he has always done. Should I believe my dreams? Or the voice within that says that this is all a trick, as the Sayyida's beloved says - some sorcery to make me trust where trust is not wise. There is the parable of the frog and the scorpion, which runs through my mind, time and time again. "It is my nature" the scorpion says, as he stings the gullible frog to death. Is it his nature? I do not know.<BR>
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Samiyah at 13:50, 7 September 2012

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	I have decided to start a journal, as I can sometimes be absent minded. My head is so full of songs, that it seems there is little room to remember things. Perhaps putting them to paper will help.<BR>		I have decided to start a journal, as I can sometimes be absent minded. My head is so full of songs, that it seems there is little room to remember things. Perhaps putting them to paper will help.<BR>

Samiyah: /* 07/24/2010: Meeting Whistler */

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07/24/2010: Meeting Whistler

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	==07/24/~~2010~~: Meeting Whistler ==		==07/24/10: Meeting Whistler ==
	Today I met one of the most famous bards in the world, [[Whistler]]! He helped me with a Mobhunt, and I reached the fourth round with the help of he and Eathor. [[Eathor]] obtained a Lyrical for me, though I am not sure I understand what they do. He said that's okay, he is still learning about them as well. Following his directions, I took my first trip through the Vortex, going to [[Nydia]]. We traveled across the lake and down the river pathways to the Temple of Isiira, where he slew a mummy and obtained the Sustenance Lyrical for me to study. It was beyond my comprehension, however. [[Faile]] visited, and gave me much encouragement. She was very distracted, and I soon learned why. ([[Faile in a Fluster]]).		Today I met one of the most famous bards in the world, [[Whistler]]! He helped me with a Mobhunt, and I reached the fourth round with the help of he and Eathor. [[Eathor]] obtained a Lyrical for me, though I am not sure I understand what they do. He said that's okay, he is still learning about them as well. Following his directions, I took my first trip through the Vortex, going to [[Nydia]]. We traveled across the lake and down the river pathways to the Temple of Isiira, where he slew a mummy and obtained the Sustenance Lyrical for me to study. It was beyond my comprehension, however. [[Faile]] visited, and gave me much encouragement. She was very distracted, and I soon learned why. ([[Faile in a Fluster]]).
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Samiyah: /* 09/29/12: The Lady Elemental */ typo

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	I have been working on an epic, between adventures, for the last few days: I do not know why, exactly, but I am inspired to write about Sayyida [[DarkClaw]]. I hope to present it as my next Bardic Council performance.		I have been working on an epic, between adventures, for the last few days: I do not know why, exactly, but I am inspired to write about Sayyida [[DarkClaw]]. I hope to present it as my next Bardic Council performance.
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	==09/29/12: The Lady Elemental==		==06/29/12: The Lady Elemental==
	Bortex had many scores for me today! Thank the gods for the generosity of friends who have given me so much coin to buy them with. I spoke with Sayyida DarkClaw about the piece, and asked if she would like to hear it. She did, and graciously gave me directions to her temple. I travelled there, and performed it for her. <BR>		Bortex had many scores for me today! Thank the gods for the generosity of friends who have given me so much coin to buy them with. I spoke with Sayyida DarkClaw about the piece, and asked if she would like to hear it. She did, and graciously gave me directions to her temple. I travelled there, and performed it for her. <BR>
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	Relieved at her consent, I set out to do all I could to obtain my next level, that I might be able to face the Council. Location quests took me far and wide, including Linaeoth Mines and the Ant Colony. Sadly, I wasn't able to stay long.<BR>		Relieved at her consent, I set out to do all I could to obtain my next level, that I might be able to face the Council. Location quests took me far and wide, including Linaeoth Mines and the Ant Colony. Sadly, I wasn't able to stay long.<BR>
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	==06/30/12: Wandering To and Fro==		==06/30/12: Wandering To and Fro==
	My first location quest of the day took me to the roots of the Loth-Lorien Tree, but after that, they were full of dark portents that boded ill, with references to hell and blood and death. Back in the Guild, Bortex had six scores and several scrolls!<BR>		My first location quest of the day took me to the roots of the Loth-Lorien Tree, but after that, they were full of dark portents that boded ill, with references to hell and blood and death. Back in the Guild, Bortex had six scores and several scrolls!<BR>
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Samiyah: up through June 30

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up through June 30

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Samiyah: /* 06/23/12: Prizes Won and the Gifts of Friends */

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06/23/12: Prizes Won and the Gifts of Friends

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	Ink says (in sahuagin), 'it is really nice'.		Ink says (in sahuagin), 'it is really nice'.

	You shake your head.		You shake your head.
	You say (in common), 'reallyreally'.		You say (in common), 'reallyreally'.
	<BR><BR>I have six lyricals studied right now! He gave me another one later in the evening (Undisturbingly) which I had already studied - but I studied it again, just in case that helps. Ink also gave me a score, as did AnarchyX. Montyhaul did some locates for me, completely out of the blue and without being asked!		<BR><BR>I have six lyricals studied right now! He gave me another one later in the evening (Undisturbingly) which I had already studied - but I studied it again, just in case that helps. Ink also gave me a score, as did AnarchyX. Montyhaul did some locates for me, completely out of the blue and without being asked!<BR><BR>

	==06/24/12: The Loss of Important Things, and the Value of the Sworn Word ==		==06/24/12: The Loss of Important Things, and the Value of the Sworn Word ==