Part One
As I journey through the Butcher Block Mountains I decided to think more of my beginnings. I would have to despite how the pain would always well up again. I had to confront it. Of I could never confront him again, I knew he was here also, he did not sense me yet my tracking shows his presence. Long ago when I first reached Kunark a learned how to track beyond the zones of separation…
When I made it to Fironia Vie I realized everything was more powerful then I. I ran to the Swamp of No Hope looking for sanctuary as well as for enemies I could kill. I found some. They were both weak and strong. I saw the froglok village and took the long way to safety. I met my first Iksar there. He was slightly weaker then myself yet he was full of vigor and readiness. He greeted me as though I was an old friend. His name I shall remember when all else is forgotten. For he was one of my few, few true friends. He was of the Swiftail caste, of the name Moness. He was hunting for leech husks. A meager quest I thought yet nothing could quench his enthusiasm. In a way he knew the evils and yet, ignored them. He was not some happy child he was just never sad. On the other hand I might as well have had a magician conjure me up a permanent storm cloud over my head.
He took me to the entrance to Cabilis and he had to do some fast-talking in lizardman to convince the Legion of Cabilis not to kill me on sight. When I first entered the city I was amazed that the city was so orderly yet a crumbling ruin. The residents were kind to Moness and extremely hostile to me. It was very unnerving to withstand the people's glares and piercing stares. He told me that the best way was probably to complete what I thought to be menial tasks that were called quests. I managed to complete them with extreme ease and settled into the routine of asking for that same old quest hundreds of times. Eventually I became one of the few people that were tolerated by the Iksar that was not one himself. I went with my newfound friend to the Lake of Ill Omen. There we slayed everything we saw in sight. Eventually, I met outsiders, fellow wood elves, they mocked my friend and called me a pathetic person to have sunk so low. They did not realize that we were on the same playing field so they challenged me to a duel thinking they would teach me a lesson. My friend Moness accepted the duel while I declined he won easily, for by that time I was gaining my levels much slower then he. They ran off calling me names and making rude gestures. I did not care I knew they would avoid me at all costs.
Life seemed like paradise in Kunark, who would have thought that a place that was so hated and feared would become the best place for me. I decided I would go for a swim off the coast of the Field of Bone. There I met the Tangrin…
I saw a single glimpse and I died. No matter how many times I tried, I could not recover my lost supplies and lost many a level to it in the process. Moness apologized for his neglect at warning me about the monstrous ape. I lost everything. All my money I foolishly carried with me, all my equipment, and many hard earned levels. I learned a valuable lesson when I was rocked to reality and remembered why I came. I knew I could and should trust some of my possessions to the bank. Moness gave me a rusted dagger he fished out as he was also financially deprived. I used that dagger for more than regaining levels and cash I now made a goal to gather the best of the best equipment I could use. I prayed to Tunare, she told me to wait, she told me I would when the time came. I fought with totally renewed fury. My old fire was rekindled and with that a new strength. I killed everything that could offer me some experience. I hoarded money and items. Yet, through it all I refused to lower myself to begging. Never again would I beg. I would retain those last shreds of dignity, of honor.
Fellow people thought I had gone insane, crazy, a complete loony nutcase. I ignored them I never joined a group despite what it could offer. Even those who reached out a kind invite I rejected. I was a ranger, I hunted alone, my friend Moness became increasingly worried he did not think it healthy how obsessed I was. Neither did I but I had no choice. Many people heard of my goal and offered money equipment and items. I rejected it all. There were occasions where I lost my faith in myself. But I recovered and fought on.
I never went to a city unless to find a service I could find nowhere else. I completed quest after quest. With each completed the residents gained more respect for me the monks were the most. Wither that was from my habits so much they could understand or that I was a friend in relation with Moness I did not know. I didn't really care, so long as I was not attacked. Whenever I returned from I quest I always possessed a large collection of items I sold. Soon, I became quite wealthy. I finally reached a small goal and sold every piece of armor I wore as well as well as my rusty dagger. In its place I bought a hand picked collection of equipment and weapon that was each a magic item that significantly increased my capability.
I went to farther lands and fought harder creatures. I paid no heed to anything else. On a trip to Fironia Vie I met a human ranger. He was of the same type and therefore should have possessed the same skills as I. He had many more. Among them he possessed the ability to double wield. I never could manage it and we were of even power. Then I remembered, I used to train with my guild leaders I learned new skills that way. I had far too many unused training points. But Kunark had no ranger guild. I thought I had to return to Faydwer. My human counterpart said no, I could go to Antonica. It had a guild and much, much more.
I decided it was time to take my leave of Kunark and visit the land with so many peoples in it. If I was lucky I might not be killed by something until bound. Then again luck was never my friend or ally. As a parting gift, Moness gave me 200 platinum. That was nearly all his savings right there. Before I could argue that I did not want it he left.
I never returned to Kunark yet, that was not the last I saw of him. I was close to my destination but still was not even halfway. I was slowly walking. I knew nothing here could even touch me. I wanted to soak in the very few, but still there changes. So close I could feel the call of Kelethin strengthening. I was so close yet so far away…
Authors note: currently level. 5 for my ranger my monk is still level 7 and if you have the slightest intuition you should have figured out who Moness is. In case you haven't he is my level 7 monk in the field of bone. I could still use I some information on stuff like spells weapons items. If you haven't noticed I have not actually named most of the stuff. Any other info is also welcome. P.S. if you notice a wood elf-ranger begging please offer him stuff. P.S.S. this is to music; stop mocking my wood elf and leave him alone and out of this, do I insult your creations?
As I journey through the Butcher Block Mountains I decided to think more of my beginnings. I would have to despite how the pain would always well up again. I had to confront it. Of I could never confront him again, I knew he was here also, he did not sense me yet my tracking shows his presence. Long ago when I first reached Kunark a learned how to track beyond the zones of separation…
When I made it to Fironia Vie I realized everything was more powerful then I. I ran to the Swamp of No Hope looking for sanctuary as well as for enemies I could kill. I found some. They were both weak and strong. I saw the froglok village and took the long way to safety. I met my first Iksar there. He was slightly weaker then myself yet he was full of vigor and readiness. He greeted me as though I was an old friend. His name I shall remember when all else is forgotten. For he was one of my few, few true friends. He was of the Swiftail caste, of the name Moness. He was hunting for leech husks. A meager quest I thought yet nothing could quench his enthusiasm. In a way he knew the evils and yet, ignored them. He was not some happy child he was just never sad. On the other hand I might as well have had a magician conjure me up a permanent storm cloud over my head.
He took me to the entrance to Cabilis and he had to do some fast-talking in lizardman to convince the Legion of Cabilis not to kill me on sight. When I first entered the city I was amazed that the city was so orderly yet a crumbling ruin. The residents were kind to Moness and extremely hostile to me. It was very unnerving to withstand the people's glares and piercing stares. He told me that the best way was probably to complete what I thought to be menial tasks that were called quests. I managed to complete them with extreme ease and settled into the routine of asking for that same old quest hundreds of times. Eventually I became one of the few people that were tolerated by the Iksar that was not one himself. I went with my newfound friend to the Lake of Ill Omen. There we slayed everything we saw in sight. Eventually, I met outsiders, fellow wood elves, they mocked my friend and called me a pathetic person to have sunk so low. They did not realize that we were on the same playing field so they challenged me to a duel thinking they would teach me a lesson. My friend Moness accepted the duel while I declined he won easily, for by that time I was gaining my levels much slower then he. They ran off calling me names and making rude gestures. I did not care I knew they would avoid me at all costs.
Life seemed like paradise in Kunark, who would have thought that a place that was so hated and feared would become the best place for me. I decided I would go for a swim off the coast of the Field of Bone. There I met the Tangrin…
I saw a single glimpse and I died. No matter how many times I tried, I could not recover my lost supplies and lost many a level to it in the process. Moness apologized for his neglect at warning me about the monstrous ape. I lost everything. All my money I foolishly carried with me, all my equipment, and many hard earned levels. I learned a valuable lesson when I was rocked to reality and remembered why I came. I knew I could and should trust some of my possessions to the bank. Moness gave me a rusted dagger he fished out as he was also financially deprived. I used that dagger for more than regaining levels and cash I now made a goal to gather the best of the best equipment I could use. I prayed to Tunare, she told me to wait, she told me I would when the time came. I fought with totally renewed fury. My old fire was rekindled and with that a new strength. I killed everything that could offer me some experience. I hoarded money and items. Yet, through it all I refused to lower myself to begging. Never again would I beg. I would retain those last shreds of dignity, of honor.
Fellow people thought I had gone insane, crazy, a complete loony nutcase. I ignored them I never joined a group despite what it could offer. Even those who reached out a kind invite I rejected. I was a ranger, I hunted alone, my friend Moness became increasingly worried he did not think it healthy how obsessed I was. Neither did I but I had no choice. Many people heard of my goal and offered money equipment and items. I rejected it all. There were occasions where I lost my faith in myself. But I recovered and fought on.
I never went to a city unless to find a service I could find nowhere else. I completed quest after quest. With each completed the residents gained more respect for me the monks were the most. Wither that was from my habits so much they could understand or that I was a friend in relation with Moness I did not know. I didn't really care, so long as I was not attacked. Whenever I returned from I quest I always possessed a large collection of items I sold. Soon, I became quite wealthy. I finally reached a small goal and sold every piece of armor I wore as well as well as my rusty dagger. In its place I bought a hand picked collection of equipment and weapon that was each a magic item that significantly increased my capability.
I went to farther lands and fought harder creatures. I paid no heed to anything else. On a trip to Fironia Vie I met a human ranger. He was of the same type and therefore should have possessed the same skills as I. He had many more. Among them he possessed the ability to double wield. I never could manage it and we were of even power. Then I remembered, I used to train with my guild leaders I learned new skills that way. I had far too many unused training points. But Kunark had no ranger guild. I thought I had to return to Faydwer. My human counterpart said no, I could go to Antonica. It had a guild and much, much more.
I decided it was time to take my leave of Kunark and visit the land with so many peoples in it. If I was lucky I might not be killed by something until bound. Then again luck was never my friend or ally. As a parting gift, Moness gave me 200 platinum. That was nearly all his savings right there. Before I could argue that I did not want it he left.
I never returned to Kunark yet, that was not the last I saw of him. I was close to my destination but still was not even halfway. I was slowly walking. I knew nothing here could even touch me. I wanted to soak in the very few, but still there changes. So close I could feel the call of Kelethin strengthening. I was so close yet so far away…
Authors note: currently level. 5 for my ranger my monk is still level 7 and if you have the slightest intuition you should have figured out who Moness is. In case you haven't he is my level 7 monk in the field of bone. I could still use I some information on stuff like spells weapons items. If you haven't noticed I have not actually named most of the stuff. Any other info is also welcome. P.S. if you notice a wood elf-ranger begging please offer him stuff. P.S.S. this is to music; stop mocking my wood elf and leave him alone and out of this, do I insult your creations?