Library :: The Journals of Randal
The 17th Day of the Month of the
Chilled Souls, Year 295
After my scary experience the other day, I decided that I would have to be more
prepared on my outings in the future. After surviving the events that took place
in that cursed crypt, I felt that I had enough combat experience to warrant
another trip to my guild master, so the first thing I did today was visit him.
After telling him my story, he agreed with me that I was ready to continue my
training, so he took me into his training room and began teaching me how to
focus my mind the correct way to channel spell energy through me. It took me
quite some time to learn how to do that correctly, but luckily, he is a very
After the hours spent perfecting cleansing my mind, he told me that at this
point in time, he could only teach me two of the most basic spells he knows. The
first spell he began to teach me is one he called "bless"... When casted on
someone, this spell gives that person a magical blessing which allows them to
land attacks more easily on their foe. This spell was surprisingly easy to
learn... It only took me roughly ten minutes to perfect the pronunciation of the
incantation, and to focus my mind in the correct way to cast it.
The second spell I learned was one my master called "Laying of Hands", which is
an extremely useful spell that only those who walk the path of the Paladin may
cast. This spell, when cast, bestows a God's healing power on the target, which
heals the target's wounds as well as invigorates them so that they have the
energy to continue fighting. Learning this spell was a bit more time-consuming
than learning "bless", although I'm sure it will be well-worth the effort.
After thanking my guild master for all he taught me, I bid him farewell and
headed out to the fountain plaza to plan my day. It was a remarkably beautiful
day out... there were no clouds in the sky (which was a nice change of pace,
since the sky has recently been a constant gray color with all the snow-bringing
clouds), and the sun was shining down brightly. The freezing winds were still
blowing from the north, but this was probably as perfect of an adventuring day
as I would get this time of year.
I certainly wasn't in the mood for another crypt-type encounter today... I just
wanted to go out and explore peacefully, and take advantage of the weather. I
heard that there's a long, peaceful path that runs from Turien's south gate, so
I decided to stock up on supplies and prepare for a journey down the path. I
arrived at the south gate, overflowing with excitement from the adventure I was
about to begin.
I walked down the path for quite some time before I came upon anything exciting.
While I didn't come upon anything terribly out of the ordinary, there was plenty
of beautiful scenery for me to admire. Well, that is, besides the swamp I passed
a few hours into my trip... I could've done without the smell from that. So,
after a few hours of walking, I caught a whiff of sea air, and noticed a rather
large city off in the distance.
I quickened my pace from a casual walk to a jog and made it to the city, which
happened to be the large port city of Dallenport, in a short amount of time.
Dallenport certainly wasn't nearly as elegant as Turien, but it had a nice calm
atmosphere to it. Seagulls squawked as they flew all around, and burly dock
workers labored hard as they went about their business. I had been walking a
long way by this point, so I decided to walk to the end of a dock and just look
out at the ocean and relax. I wondered to myself what lands may lie beyond the
ocean, and what sorts of adventure can be found there, and couldn't help but
smile as I realized that it wouldn't be very long until I am able to find out.
After eating a quick meal, I decided to walk down Dallenport's main street to a
lighthouse I saw in the distance.
Before I could even get going, a pair of large sailors who reeked of alcohol
approached me, and began pushing me around and ordering me to give them all my
money. They were quite intimidating, but I wasn't going to let them push me
around... I have my honor to keep intact. It became obvious quite quickly that a
fight was going to break out, so I unsheathed my sword and held it before me as
I took up my battle stance. They laughed at the sight of me attempting to put up
a fight as they each pulled out large knives and began to move towards me,
stumbling a bit in their drunken state.
I was caught off-guard as one of them quickly lunged at me with his knife, but I
was luckily able to dodge the blow. However, that left me open for the second
sailor to land a hard punch to the back of my head, which knocked the sense out
of me for what seemed like minutes. As I regained my vision, I saw the first
sailor once again lunging towards me, so I dodged out of the way again, but this
time I quickly swung my sword in a sidewards arc and landing a hard blow to his
ribs with the broad side of my blade. He screamed out in pain, and turned to
face me with rage in his eyes. He and his friend both came at me at once at this
point, and I was only able to step out of the way of one of them.. the other
slashed me on the shoulder with his blade. By this point, I was too caught up in
the heat of battle to let the pain get to me, and I was able to quickly slash
one of the sailors in his arm, which caused him to fall to the ground screaming
and clutching the huge gash. While his friend looked back at him to see how bad
the wound was, I was able to land a powerful kick to his spine, which also
caused him to fall to the ground in pain.
Somehow, he was able to scramble to his feet with incredible speed quickly
tackle me. After he knocked me to the ground, he began pummeling me with his
fists (luckily, the previous kick had knocked his knife out of his hand), then
turned around to reach for his knife. This gave me an opportunity to throw him
off me, at which point I quickly got to my feet and slashed him as hard as I
could in the back of his calves, knocking him to the ground once again. After
seeing that, his friend got to his feet and ran as far away from me as he could,
leaving a small trail of blood behind him, which gushed from the wound in his
arm. The sailor who remained was in no condition to continue fighting, so I
decided it was best for me to leave the scene.
After I had calmed down from the fight, I started feeling the pain from the
attacks the sailors landed on me, so I recalled the "laying of hands" spell that
I had learned earlier today, and muttered the incantation words. A ghostly image
of the great god Silex appeared before me and layed his hands on my wounds, and
a warm wave of energy surged through my body, which closed up my wounds and gave
me the strength I needed to begin my voyage back to Turien. After my run-in with
the sailors, I wasn't in good enough spirits to continue exploring Dallenport,
so I began travelling back north up the path from which I came. Tomorrow, or
sometime soon, I'll have to head back to Dallenport and see what else is out
there... I'm sure I'll find something interesting.