Day: March 30, 2017

Some notes…

First, on the Categories: If you see a post with the Meliantha category, it’ll be a post with a story involved.  The other category will tell you which chapter it’s from. Posts in the Candlekeep category are informational: things about the world and what’s in it.

Secondly, despite being mostly high fantasy, there are genuinely evil people and creatures in Faerun. Not all things go well, which is why people like Meliantha adventure: to try to stop them.  There can be bad things that happen – not just violence, but instances of torture, slavery and unpleasant assaults.  There’s going to be warnings on them, and I put a system that you need to click to be allowed to read, but be aware: dark things can – and do – happen.

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About: Helm, God of Guardians

Also known as: The Watcher, the Vigilant One

Helm is the ultimate guardian, the ever-vigilant sentry who allows nothing to compromise his duty. Often seen as cold and emotionless, he appears as a giant man in full plate armor. In truth, Helm is simply a stern disciplinarian dedicated to his appointed task. He is fond of children and more tolerant of their minor infractions than of anyone else’s. Many believe that Helm would give his own life to guard something entrusted to him. He is silent on the matter.

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Virtue and Sin

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Warning: Some content in this story may not be suitable for all readers due to implied unpleasantness.
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The next morning found Meliantha in the chapel, kneeling, forehead against Chainbreaker’s crossguard. She breathed, and prayed, and in one of the things that was taught to her by Dathleene, let her mind move through her body, taking stock of it. She felt her muscles, made strong by dedication and practice. She felt her bones, supporting her form. She felt her skin – the calluses on hands from sword work, on feet from walking, running, and taking stances; the scars from battle. She let herself feel her body, even the empty places within her – she would never bear a child, never have her moon-times, and never had known the passionate touch of another. She felt the differences in her body – a heart that beat just a little faster than a normal person’s, eyes that saw through darkness as well as most elves. Ears that mostly got in the way of things – she couldn’t wear a helmet until she could get one custom-made to let them out.

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Black, Purple and Silver.

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“So,” Oversword Loran Dutharr began, “how bad was it?”

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In Their Hands

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Meliantha awoke, slowly dragging herself back from the edge. She was still naked, but the arm chains were detached from the wall and in manacles instead, letting her lay on the floor. Her legs were still chained to the wall, keeping her imprisoned. Her body ached, and she felt her own blood from her wounds dried on her skin. She raised herself up on her elbows, and looked around.

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Lay Of The Land

Two Weeks Later:

The figure shook the rain from their cloak, as the door slammed behind them. It didn’t do much for the place – the roof had unpatched holes, and the walls themselves had a few gouges where rain and wind came in, but if you stayed away from them, it could be all right. The fire sputtered, and the entire place was dimly lit.

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To The West.

Two Months Later:

It was with a heavy heart that Meliantha left Shadowdale. The people there had been welcoming, for the most part, and even those who had some troubles with her appearance treated her with respect to her face. She’d made friends with many of the people there, spending time both in combat training and the simple arts of farming. She’d built a wall alongside Storm and members of the Knights of Myth Drannor, who treated her as a fellow adventurer, not as some kind of freak.

But the time had come to leave Shadowdale, as Storm had told her. Continue reading →

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Into the Darkness

Two Months Later:

It was young Kathlo who brought the first word. One of a half-dozen boys who’d skipped off the farm and headed into the woods, daring each other to go further in, he was the only one to make it back out that day. He was exhausted and needed Rathan’s help to be able to give his message:

“Drow. In the woods. Got the others.” Continue reading →

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Those Who Harp.

After fording the river (which was more like swimming, as her map wasn’t that old, so the map lied about the depth) and spending two days drying her clothing out, Meliantha was walking just off the Moonsea Ride, so that she didn’t get in the way of riders or wagons. She’d passed a few, when a quartet of Purple Dragons, the military of Cormyr, came on horseback down the road. Spotting her, they pulled up, surrounding her. Continue reading →

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Shadow to Shadow.

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After parting from the caravan, Meliantha made her way north through the trees of the Hullack. The sun shone through the green leaves overhead, and the boles of the trees were wide. The paths through the trees were wide, but filled with the lumps of roots, and the forest itself had its dangers. She avoided some parties larger than she felt comfortable dealing with, slew one party of orcs, a party of goblins and a pair of bugbears before encountering a group of human bandits. Continue reading →

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