Aniks Aliforn
Niks

A dark elf bartender who is a self-trained arcanist, he also might be at every bar ever? We're still working out on how.

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Beyond the Mirrors: The Saga of the Lost Ones Campaign

The Lost Ones

Keema Celuriel Cid La Flaga Sir Pennyswaggle Talindë Kraia Woodslough Azyel Malina Licia Ashlyn Aniks Burdyr Cintha
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A dark elf bartender who is a self-trained arcanist, he also might be at every bar ever? We're still working out on how.

Aniks Aliforn né Alas'thil is a drow arcanist (and former rogue) who serves as the Champion of the Divine of the Goddess of Death, Pharasma. Though his life has been streaked through with pain and loss, from his enslavement at the hands of his siblings to the death of his first wife and child, he has found happiness with Celuriel Aliforn.
 
As a member of the Lost Ones, Aniks travels across Istralar in pursuit of the Shards of the Void by direct command of Pharasma herself. Though his task is brave, it has led him down dark paths. He has seen friends tortured before him and gods felled by his party's own mistakes. He has been punished by the Herald of a goddess and scorned by some of the most powerful beings to walk Istralar. Yet despite this, he carves a brighter path to a kinder future, hoping to one day be at peace with his wife and draconic child in a world less likely to fall apart at the seams.
 
Aniks holds rank both in the nobility of the Aletheian Empire as a close friend of Emperor Aneirin 'Cyne' of Aletheia and recognised defender of the nation, and in House Alas'thil as the brother of its current matron, Nivinle Alas'thil. Though it is not well-known, he holds membership in the Eagle's Shadows as well, alongside many of his party members. The archmage of Galasthin, Lyadrí An'thimael, is close friends with his eldest sister Daeris, and has been assisting him and his friends in their struggle against the Shards since their fateful encounter with the Unbroken March.
 

Aniks's Adventures


The following accounts of Aniks's adventures with the Lost Ones are quite long, and thus have been folded up for your reading convenience.
 
For a Drow, I have lived a strange life. In the beginning, I was no better than any of them. I am still not. I would never say I’m better or worse than my kin. I’ve just chosen to walk a different path than most.
— Foreword to the Barkeep's Journal, part 1

 

Beginning of the Tale: a Shard and a Vampire

After a strange incident with a barrel of 'elven ale' that the party had purchased from a traveling duo of feminist elves that seemingly tore Aniks out of existence, the barkeep found work at various pubs and taverns across the northern reaches of Aletheia. It was during his employment at a drow bar on the outskirts of Ilendras, the former elven capital, that he rejoined the party to assist them in the dangerous Underdark city of Yuethin'tar.
 
There, he helped rescue Liese Celadrion from the experiments an evil alchemist (and leader of the Mages Guild) had been performing on her, assisted in diplomacy with the matriarch of a noble House, and fought alongside the party to destroy the strange plant beast that had been threatening the Serendel Forest region.
 
As the beast received the killing blow from Kazric Szithna, the entire party, Aniks included, was thrust into the Boneyard (also known as the realm of the Dead) due to an all-consuming explosion caused by the strange blade Kazric used and the soul-eating artefact within the monstrous plant. This was, of course, the moment Aniks chose to reaffirm that he didn't believe in gods... to an angel, whilst the celestial form of the ancient god Groetus loomed above them. After an amusing conversation, the party spoke to Pharasma and were restored to life, but charged with an important mission to find each of the other four soul-consuming artefacts.
 
The group's next steps were to seek a home for themselves; a location that they might use as a base. Receiving a short list of potential places from Cyne Undria had them travelling again: first to a dilapidated druid's tower, and then to a necromancer's tower. This is where things became again interesting for Aniks. Whilst the party, predictably, cleared out most of the undead, they became stuck within the tower due to its enchantments and were only able to escape with the assistance of Celuriel Geltharieth, a strange vetala vampire they'd found within and left unharmed due to her surrender.
 
Wanting to keep her safe and not turn her into the guards of Port Amarin, where she'd teleported them to, Aniks was given the burden of looking after her by the rest. Over time, they bonded and became.. some semblance of friends. Needless to say, however, the party chose neither tower as their base.



 
By No means does that make me innocent in my past actions. A small part of me knows that, if I were to return to the Underdark, my past would finally catch up. While I do not dislike my homeland, being there for a prolonged amount of time... I am concerned that I might slip back into the person I was.
— Foreword to the Barkeep's Journal, part 2

 

Memories, Balls, and More Vampires


After a period of travelling, the party arrived in Undria for a ball they'd received invitations to during their time in Ilendras. Aniks was surprised to find a house befitting a drow (and taking into account their light sensitivities) awaiting him, and when he wasn't resting there, spent the time before the ball exploring Undria with Celuriel and other members of the party.
 
It wasn't entirely peaceful: the party encountered a revolutionary plot to overthrow the government that had involved Pin Whisperbreath's cousin, spurred on by the drow and a mind-controlled Kazric. Aniks spent the majority of that particular fight struggling against black tentacles that had encircled him whilst the rest of the party dealt with the threats, rescued Kazric and Tarragon, and forced the revolutionaries to surrender and join them. However, in chasing after one of the more powerful drow combatants, they fell into a trap within a mirror.
 
The mirror forced each member of the party to go through their most horrific memories, with Aniks's being his family's betrayal, then a series of puzzles. To break free, they had to share a secret... and experienced a pleasant memory as they were thrown out. Aniks's happiest memory was that of his wife spending time with him in their kitchen, telling him something rather important - on reflection, this hurt more than his most horrible memory.
 
Then came the ball. Aniks reflects on this as a bit of a disaster for him. Trying to intervene in Celuriel's dance with another vampire led to his mind being dominated by a female vampire that led him aside and questioned him on the party before deciding she wanted to give Celuriel a 'gift' - and promptly bit him. Thankfully, Pin and Ashlyn's timely intervention drove her off and rescued Aniks in time for him to participate in rescuing Cyne from an assassin's attempt on his life. He later agreed with Kazric after the half-orc insisted Aniks should have instead attended the drunken party he'd thrown in their accommodation.



 
My time on the surface has changed both my thoughts and my outlook on different races. I find Drow to be twisted individuals if raised in their culture, and I have tried for 50 long years to stay away from the Underdark, from my people.
— Foreword to the Barkeep's Journal, part 3

 

Liberating Minds and Keeps


Their next missions were to claim Fort Kildaine, a bandit-infested fort, as their home and to investigate the possibility of restoring Ashlyn's memory at Celesthem Temple. The latter mission was first. Aniks very much disliked the Temple's structured, overly-clean nature, and worried over the dark entity that their entrance scan had detected in him. He spent a little time watching his friends participate in their religious rites, then spent around ten hours watching Ashlyn's memory be restored through a ritual until he had to intervene and fight with them against a strange series of monsters, finally freeing them from the ritual's grasp and unlocking Ashlyn's memories by slaying a child version of Ashlyn in front of the paladin's very eyes.
 
It was then time to liberate Fort Kildaine, a process that took a long while due to the party recruiting outside help and facing serious trouble from a vampire attack on the way, later leading to another party requesting their help with retrieving their lost comrade from the fort. Aniks was able to sneak inside and scout ahead with various members of the party, then helped fight in the assault - eventually proving his strength by assisting in the takedown of Ruben Goldblood.
 
The aftermath of Ruben's defeat was far more troublesome for Aniks than the taking of the Fort, however, as the party attempted to break through a demonic door. Aniks thought he could force it through, and in doing so accidentally connected with the demon itself - which proved horrifying, as it shattered the former protection he'd had from the strange entity lurking inside his mind and allowed his demon lord, Andirifkhu, to mark him as her Champion. The demons inside were no match for the party, but this was one mistake he couldn't undo.
 
He spent the next month doing research in Celesthem Temple to find information on Pharasma's artefacts, and training in Ironfalls (their town) to grow stronger for the inevitable battles ahead. It was at the end of the month that life took another turn for the worse for him, as Cyne's sister was kidnapped by the drow of House Umbra, meaning the party had to travel to the very city he'd spent the first half of his life in to rescue her.
 
And meaning he had to bargain with both a demon lord and his family for information to somehow rescue her, unaware of the plots his siblings might have.



 
Coming to the surface I was given so much more than a chance. I was given another life.
— Foreword to the Barkeep's Journal, part 4
Gender
Male
Eyes
Golden
Hair
Short wild silver hair
Height
6'
Weight
140lbs

Appearance

Physical Description

For an Arcanist, he is shockingly well-built and flexible - a fact that's almost certainly due to his past as an assassin and rogue of House Alas'thil. Small lilac scars run along his body as evidence of those dark times. Underneath his shirt, two larger scars mark his flesh. One rests over his heart, a mark of his stupidity, and the other running from his right shoulder to the centre of his chest.
 
On the inside of his left wrist, a tattoo of a spiraling blue-white comet curls its way up his arm, the tail of the comet curling up his arm. Similar comets swirl in delicate, brilliant spirals across his shoulders. Strange patterns decorate his back, all markings from his goddess - the Lady of Death, Pharasma. As a Champion, such marks are his fate for the use of his powers.
 
Aniks has golden eyes, which are extremely rare among the drow - they are more frequently a feature of elves or a blessing from an outsider in years long past. His face is angular but his cheekbones are not as pronounced as most drows are; despite this, he is relatively attractive. His body temperature is noticeably lower than most others - a feature he shares with Cyne, though the source of their afflictions differ as Aniks's is part of his Championship.
 
He can generally be identified by his eyes, his snow-white hair, his bartending clothes, and the silver longsword that hangs at his side.

Physical quirks

Aniks has a habit of cracking his knuckles with his thumb while speaking - something that annoys his wife to no end. When he's bartending, he often cleans glasses once or twice more than they should be.

Apparel & Accessories

Aniks' clothes are by necessity practical. While you could often find him in something befitting a barkeep. He is more likely to be in casual clothing with a traveling backpack that has a black mask hanging from it and always tends to wear worn traveling boots. His clothes are almost always of dark colours. Most notably, he has recently added an item to his travelling repertoire: a cloak made of woven shadows, the only article of clothing Aniks has successfully taken back from his wife on many occasions and a rare gift from Nivinle Alas'thil and Emperor Aneirin 'Cyne' of Aletheia.

Specialized Equipment

Despite not having his family's affinity for shadow magic, shadows have always been his friend. His training as a child assassin, gifted him with a lack of empathy when killing, as well as a good handle on any weapon he can pick up. With training, he had gained an understanding of his arcane magic, though he still is not sure if it's entirely his power.
 
He also has a pretty good understanding of how to run a business, as well as make a damn good mixed drink.

Special abilities

Arcane magic, Connection to " ", Powers of Deaths Champion,

Mentality

Personal history

so what if his past is dark? mine is worse.
— Celuriel

 

Early Life


There was nothing special about his birth, to Aniks's knowledge. He was slightly higher in status due to his mother’s nobility, for she was Matron of House Alas'thil, but nothing stood out as particularly special about him. As the second child to Vasindra Alas’thil and her personal guard Alaran, Aniks grew up under the strict teaching of House Alas’thil. While he was of nobility, the nobles of his House were not just expected to exceed: they were expected to excel. Children went on missions to assassinate and suffered brutal trials; many were lead to their deaths. That was what life was like for Aniks growing up - he was a child assassin who excelled in the art of killing, instilling a great deal of pride in his house and proving his worth.
 
Due to their closeness in age, Aniks was often trained alongside his elder sister Nivinle. Even as a child, he showed her great respect as they trained at eachother's sides; this respect has not diminished. When Nivinle proved that she had inherited the family's gift for shadow magics, their mother, Vasindra, turned her into her personal assassin. Shortly after, their father Alaran escaped House Alas’thil. It was not an easy escape: he both failed to rescue his children and lost his arm in the process.
 
With him cast aside, their mother took another consort. Eventually, two more half-siblings were born: Vasestra and Rikzyr. Aniks remained distant from them, either busy on missions for house Alas’thil or seeking the secret to Nivinle’s shadow magic through research. The close skills they had shared now seemed like a chasm now that his elder sister had magic, and she no longer trained so closely with him.
 
The child’s first taste of true failure ended in his enslavement. His younger half-siblings requested his aid with their mission, and he'd agreed. It should have been a simple assassination. Whilst he succeeded in beheading the target, the drow was caught: betrayed by his own siblings, who in their cruelty had informed the target's House ahead of time.
 
Aniks spent the better part of a decade in the dungeons of Castle Umbra. Festering an intense hatred for his siblings and their betrayal kept him going on through some of the darker days, of which there were many. Through some research, a drow noble had learned exactly who was in their dungeon. With no small amount of manipulation and enchantment by Eilistra Umbra, kept Aniks as her own personal assassin loyal only to her. Intent on using him to become the Matron of her house. That eventually backfired after Aniks broke free, slipping a knife into her heart and escaping to the surface.
 

Freedom and Claire


Aniks spent some time wondering about Northern Aletheia, working as a mercenary guard traveling with caravans or ales or goods. Despite being late into his eighth decade of life nearing his ninth, people tended to stay away from him. Shockingly he had learned a fair bit about bars and taverns from this. After many winters and moons, to his people was now considered an Adult. It had been around this time on the surface that he had run into an adventuring group. They had captured him, thinking he was an ‘Evil Drow’.
 
The group had left him practically on the verge of letting him die from hypothermia, save for one. A human by the name of Claire Therwell she had cut ties to the group and released Aniks. The duo traveled Alethia for a little while before Aniks revealed who he was and where he came from. Before Aniks shorted his name to Niks, so Claire had something to call him. The two survived some near-death experiences in their travels. The longer they were together Aniks felt odd, he’d come across a new feeling, we, of course, know this as love. The urge to be with protecting and care for somebody else, to put their need before your own. He learned in a somewhat scary moment that he valued her life more than his when he took a rather massive scarring greatsword which almost killed him but definitely would have killed her. For a Drow, love is merely a tool and is looked down upon as a sign of weakness. They could have been right, this love had got him killed. He almost discarded this feeling, how could he love a human? He eventually decided that living on the surface wouldn’t be that terrible. That was of course after he woke up in the arms of Claire.
 
A couple of months later Aniks had done a slightly human tradition, he bought a ring and asked her to marry him. It was one of the few times Claire or anybody had ever seen this Drow turn almost entirely purple. The two of them settled down, and before long had a child. A small Half-drow boy they named Alain Therwel. Aniks felt happy, he’d almost forgotten about his rage towards his family. In fact, he’d honestly say that this time period in his life had been the most relaxed he’d ever been, they even had another child on the way a couple of years after their first. They would never see their second, there was a terrible winter. Claire and Alain got terribly sick. Aniks took care of them the best he could. He went to find clerics and medication. The clerics turned him down or never followed up. He, of course, knew this was because he was a drow, and despite the desperation of his voice they still couldn’t trust him. Any medication he was able to get his hands on helped numb their pain, but in the end, he spent the last couple of days after the new year taking care of them. Forcing a smile and making sure they were comfortable, praying that they would be all right. Hoping that their sickness would pass. Those prayers seemed to go unanswered. They passed in what he hoped was peaceful in the night.
 
Aniks wrapped their bodies, cut down enough trees, and lit the funeral pyres. Aniks spent one last light in their house, a house he called home! He never slept that night. He barely checked outside and never really looked at the pyres, only enough to check if they were gone yet. He still can’t remember that night all too well, nor would he want to. Aniks awoke from his numbness, took his late wife's blade, made the bed one final time, and locked the door.
 

The Adventure Begins


Aniks for a decade spent time being a bartender an empty job but it kept his mind off of his worries. Eventually running across a group of adventurers that were looking for a decent meal during their travels and tried to hire him. Reluctantly he joined them, he wasn’t too fond of the company in this town. He’d feed these adventurers and move on to the next city. Aniks refused to give them his name, they kept calling him “Drowbie or Barkeep.” Odd nicknames but Aniks could care less. The group traveled stopping a group of would-be Bandits, 15-year-olds at best who tried to rob them. It was no contest. This group also came across another, two women with several different vats of alcohol. The strongest one, Elven Ale was paradoxical in nature. Elves make wine and Dwarves make Ale this drink just didn’t make sense. Take a drink something happened to Aniks, he found it hard to remember. He remembers seeing that adventuring party in different Bars serving them but not much else. Till the city of Ilendras where he joined them as a permanent member of their traveling company. Not knowing of the doors he'd open, he now walks a path filled with Gods, Champions, and Adventures and has very little choice in the matter.

Education

Drow Nobility early in life, anything from the Surface that is new information about it. Recently a large amount of information has just been but inside his head, several languages included. While he was studying the Boneyard he learned a lot about Psychopomps, Souls, and other things regarding his Goddess.

Employment

Owner of a Bar, which is basically run by all of his drow friends when he's not there. As well as himself? People still think he's working at the bar when on the other side of the world.

Accomplishments & Achievements

Removal of his former champion mark, Spoken to Death on several occasions in person. Raising a family, moving on from his anger issues regarding his family.

Failures & Embarrassments

Not able to save his wife and child, His Former Champion Mark, Elven Ale. Having to explain to Celu how he got his new champion tattoo, having to speak with Pharasma after dying.

Mental Trauma

Death of his Wife and Children. Watching Celu being dragged to hell. Black Marble. The last person he judged.

Morality & Philosophy

In regards to mortals Good and Evil are relative, anybody can do acts of good and acts of evil. Aniks knows he's not a good person but he at least tries to not be Evil. In combat, he does generally have a lack of empathy for people especially when he's going for the kill. His early life kind of numbed the idea that killing is a terrible thing.

person.sexuality

Straight

person.gender_identity

Male

Taboos

Basically Lichs, and anything to do with his younger siblings. Still had zero tolerance for Half Drow racism.

Known Languages

Elven, Undercommon, Common, DSL, Abyssal, Draconic, Infernal, Celestial, Aklo, Sylvan, Aquan, Auran, Ignan, Terran, Gnome, Halfing, Giant, Orc, Dwarven, Aboleth, Necril.

Personality

Motivation

Currently, Aniks's motivations are based on the protection of his wife Celuriel. As the drow knows Ludrissiel will one day come for them. Aniks has slowly started acquiring allies, favors, and powerful magical items to help defend Celu. Another thing to motivates the drow is he wants to help the Inheritor and her Champion as he feels personally responsible for what has befallen them. Whether that is truly his fault or not, he still feels responsible.

Quotes & Catchphrases


  • "I don't believe in gods."

  • "You're smart, figure it out."

Savvies & Ineptitudes

When it comes to understanding a subject he does relatively well as if interested Aniks has a curious mind. Asking questions, though they might not always be the correct ones. For example, when talking Jinne, a samsaran who follows The Way. He quickly understood the basics of how the Dreamers wished to access True Magic and guessed how it would be channeled. However, he has a terrible habit of keeping secrets as that both helps and hinders him. Aniks has been trying to take things slowly, as running ahead on ideas has resulted in issues. The drow as been learning to see and ask for all the angles, as he doesn't want to create an issue out of his ignorance to a situation again.

Likes & Dislikes

Aniks has a deep love for his wife, Celuriel Aliforn and without question, this extends quickly to their adoptive draconic daughter Avariel when she finally hatched. He enjoys showing Celu new activities, and feeding her new food, reading to her in the dark when she can no longer see. Every second he has spent with his daughter is precious. He especially enjoys when the wyrmling drags him off to show her hoard and how proud she is of her new shiny thing. Given how Aniks grew up, he has an appreciation for blades, even taking to making a few of his own. Reading and writing also fill Aniks time when he's relaxing.
 
Aniks has gained an intense dislike of Ludrissiel, as she is responsible for a majority of Celuriel's trauma. His younger siblings but at least he considers them tolerable. Has a bar that he wants to burn down, and generally doesn't speak to Whisperbreath anymore. He also dislikes being backed into a corner or being placed under mind effect effects such as love potions or unnatural lust spells.

Virtues & Personality perks

Patience, pragmatic, stubborn, extremely caring to those he likes, and an understanding that evil and good are slightly relative when it comes to normal people. Hence why he can work with his sibling. He also is able to cook and is a polyglot. So translations or a breeze.

Vices & Personality flaws

Aniks has an extremely short fuse if you know the buttons to press. Has a terrible habit of keep secrets. Loyal, and has died because of it. Suffer from memory loss not cause by Celuriel's time as a vetala. A terrible work relationship with The Steward of Skien the herald of Pharasma which results in their swords clashing more times than he wishes to count.

Personality Quirks

When speaking to himself, it's constantly in Undercommon. Has always been a rough sleeper, especially if he sleeps alone. Being with Celuriel, and formerly Clarie, lets him sleep soundly through the night. Sleeps with knives under pillows.

Hygiene

Not afraid of getting bloody and dirty, but like being fresh and clean. His keeps things clean but with the number of people around his bars, he is in a constant state of cleaning especially when his party is around. He honestly doesn't mind cleaning it helps him clear his mind.

Social

Birthplace

Vaermyrhel

Current Residence

A small house in a mountain side in Ironfall.

Contacts & Relations

The Lost Ones: While not around when the group originally formed, Aniks had been around long before they were gifted their name, and was there the night they had been claimed as champions. Spending far too much time as their barkeep, he has seen all manners of things from these adventurers. Often covering them with blankets on many a drunken night and had grown close to many of them. Aniks considers the Lost Ones to be like an extended family of sorts. While he enjoys the company of some, there are others in this close group that he has little trust in. Still, he stuck around long enough to know he is not escaping them any time soon. He has gained some other allies while traveling with them which is helpful.
 
House Alas'thil: Born a noble to House Alas'thil he has remained in decent if not good standing with the house after his return. While he lived under its rule, House Alas'thil was not the most powerful house in Vaermyrhel, however, due to his homecoming and other circumstances that changed. Now with a Champion as their matron House Alas'thil becoming the ruling House in Vaermythel and the neighboring areas of the Underdark. While technically a Lord of the House, this was more of a reminder by his sister he was still of Alas'thil blood. Aniks does not normally deal with the House and all of the politics as he had issued on the surface that takes priority over Underdark Politics. He has shown an interest in helping his House, whether it be in minor or major ways.
 
Eagle's Shadow: New to the shadowy organization the Eagle's Shadows, he is not a very active member of the group. As he was sworn into the group as secrets had to be kept. He has yet to speak about his membership to said organization, even to other members of the lost ones. Who some share the same membership.

Honorary & Occupational Titles

Former Champion of Andirifkhu, Champion of Pharasma, Sir Aniks Alas'thil, Lord Aniks Alas'thil

Wealth & Financial state

Aniks is moderately well off, as he does have a large amount of coin coming in from his adventures. Still, he often saves his wealth in order to accomplish other goals such as the creation of magical items and weapons he would think are useful. The drow also owns a bar, though the funds earned from that are kept separate from his gold acquired from his other lifestyle. That money is often placed back into the bar, and for finding trade deals to increase the variety of drinks in the bar.

Family Ties

His connection to his drow side of the family is the more complex side of his family ties, often giving him a headache when it comes to the younger siblings. His only sister that shares his blood in full is the current Matron of his house. She is older by five years and Nivinle and Aniks have an understanding to not mettle in each other's affairs. Aniks still hold Nivinle in high regard and trusts her and values her opinions of the matter they have discussed. Even going as far as to warn her of issues that may cause her and their house problems in the future. The younger siblings are a thorn in his side, they do not share the same father and have betrayed him in the past. He tolerates Vasestra and Rikzyr but only just. They are more useful alive than dead, and he found he had lost interest in revenge. The two are far closer than they should be if they were to attempt to flirt with Celu again. He would have one less brother in the world, as Vasestra is more useful to House Alas'thil. Then there is the last child or the first technical. As Aniks has recently discovered an older sister to Nivinle and him, related to them by their father. Daeris a rather powerful draconic Sorcerer who has a shockingly good heart. While they have few interactions, thanks to the fey sending the Lost Ones forward in time for a short while, Aniks has made the effort to write to her. The two have shown in their few interactions a decent sibling relationship forming.
 
Before he met the Lost Ones, Aniks met a human by the name of Claire Therwel. While Aniks didn't originally think much of her, as her adventuring group had kidnapped him for basically being a drow on the surface. As clearly he was up to no good. While traveling and chained up she had expressed genuine concern for him to make sure he wasn't freezing or starving. Eventually, tell the group she would be leaving with him, as what they had done wasn't right. The two traveled together for some time, Aniks eventually opening up to her and finding her company enjoyable. Eventually becoming a couple, then later married after Aniks died saving Claire's life. It was only after finding out she was pregnant the two stopped adventuring and they settled down. Alain Therwel was soon brought into their life, raising him as best they could as new parents. It wasn't too long after their first, their second child was on the way. Aniks never got to meet them as one winter together, Claire and Alain feel sick. While he had tried to help them, find clerics or medicines to help. It was all in vain. They were taken from him early into that following year. It would be sometime later before a note from Claire had landed in his lap, written from her from the afterlife. This leads to some closure for him and tells him the name of his daughter he never met Emily.
 
For the past couple of years, Aniks has grown close to an elf named Celuriel. While traveling with the Lost Ones, Aniks found a Vetala Vampire. While not initially trusting her, Aniks grows close to the sheltered Vampire and explains the world to her. As she had been living in a tower for the past nine hundred years. While he was conflicted about his feeling toward her, Aniks had grown fond of her. The two become rather protective of each other. This inevitably leads to the two of them becoming partners. Aniks helped her regain her mortality the two have had a healthy relationship, even discussing starting a family after an incident from Aniks. Recently Aniks had proposed to Celuriel and during a small break where the Lost Ones were left to their own devices arranged a small wedding. The two had also had their surnames changed to Aliforn, a combination of two words from Elven and Undercommon which roughly translate to Dreamcatcher.
 
Currently, the couple is learning how to raise the newest member of their family Avariel. A hyperactive Dream/Nightmare Dragon who is only a handful of weeks old. Avariel is their adopted daughter.
 
Aniks was adopted by Atropos, daughter of Pharasma. Aniks still doesn't know how to feel about being adopted but he likes Atropos.
 
Aniks's biological family tree can be seen below.
 

Religious Views

While a former worshiper of the Demon Lord Andirifkhu, that was rather early in his life. However, faith in any divine was quickly removed after a series of events in his life. Prompting the comment later in life "I don't believe in gods" which was said in front of an Angel, under the moon god Groetus, while in the Realm of Boneyard which is ruled by Pharasma. Aniks acknowledges gods exist to say otherwise is beyond insane, it would more accurate to say he does not put faith in the gods.
 
As Aniks is the Champion of Pharasma, he naturally refers to her as his Goddess. Despite the fact he is not an active member of her Faith, his time in the Boneyard has left him with a large education from midwifery to the judgment of souls. The champion has a healthy respect for the goddess and trusts her more than he does other divine figures. Knowing at some point he will heavily rely on her power to help him in the future. Still, the nature of the Goddess of Death is not something he'll truly ever understand. Aniks has also been adopted as a younger brother by Pharasma's youngest daughter Atropos. He is unsure if this will change anything.
 
Aniks also feel some personal responsibility for actions he's taken that majority affected another religion and is attempting to help in his own way.

Social Aptitude

Aniks was of course born to nobility, so speaking formerly is not difficult for him. His House has never been one for flowery language and is rather blunt in conversation when not gathering or trying to hide information. However, speaking formerly is not something he does when he is around the Lost Ones or while he is being a barkeep.

Hobbies & Pets

Aniks has a handful of pets, the first was an older cat by the name of Thrasymachus. A lazy and mischievous cat that often walks on top of the many books shelves Aniks and Celu own or pushing down glasses left on top of counters and tables. Promethea was one of the few times wild magic gifted him something good. An orange chicken that lays spicy eggs had appeared near Aniks during one of his adventures, Kraia his friend and Druid awoken the chicken. She is a bubbly chicken who follows around his heels while working around in the bar, but has ventured off on her own little adventures from time to time. During which she has met and befriended a baby cow she has named Promoothea. They are best friends. While unnamed, Celu has a fluffy white cat that Aniks also takes care of that is constantly laying on top or near her while she is home. The two are hardly apart from each other while home.
 
As for hobbies, Aniks has taken up writing in more than just his journaling of his adventures. While nothing major he does find himself writing other short fiction stories, as once his adventures with the lost one are complete he wishes to retell the story. So the short stories will help with that eventually. Aniks also has taken up reading, as his house is filled with plenty of books, many of which Aniks and Celu have spent collecting. They often read together, but Aniks does enjoy reading to Celu when it becomes too dark for her to continue reading, as he has no trouble reading. Recently Aniks has started to enjoy smithing weapons, as he and his elder sister Nivinle have forged two blades of Umbrite. A metal that has the strange property of absorbing light, which is helpful for those who seek to stay in the shadows like the two siblings.

Speech

Aniks is fluent in several languages, though often thinks and speaks in three in his more used ones, Common, Undercommon, and Elven. While speaking in common he often uses a more informal speech, but can speak in a more formal way if he wishes. Undercommon and Elven are where it's easy for him to speak formally as he was raised in those two languages. Going back to Undercommon when angered, and curses in Undercommon are often under his breath. The Drow is a polyglot from learning languages, however, a vast majority of the Aniks's languages were just 'known' to him after a run-in with a shard. He can speak these new languages as well as his more fluent ones.

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Sun 27th Apr 2025 03:13

Journal Entry #99: Relaxing in Ironfalls

by Aniks Aliforn

Celuriel is off in the first world and while I have my concerns about the Wild Hunt finding her. She is with her goddess so that eases my nerves a bit. Avariel is sleeping in a bundle of blankets on a new desk as I write about our break from adventuring. I am also writing to keep my mind from wandering on the conversation I have to have with Pharasma. So let’s begin with Drow night at the Inn, and dealing with my younger brother.
 
Originally I had thought I had picked up Bartending so quickly because in principle, pouring a drink wasn’t that different from pouring poisons. Rikzyr had proved me wrong. Well he picked up bartending easily enough, it was the talking part. That would need some work. Some serious work. The progress I've seen has been interesting.
 
Part of me wished I had taken him from the Underdark earlier just to keep him away from Vasestra if nothing else. He’s still cautious around me, paranoid would be a more accurate word, expecting me to poison or stab him in the middle of the night. If he was paranoid around me, around Celuriel he was down right terrified. The one time Celuriel had ordered a drink from him, he turned pale.
 
My attempt at a night of drow had proved better than expected. Sadly we don’t spend as much time in Ironfalls as I wish. If I had I might have known some of the faces I saw that night. Rikzyr was passable if not a bit quite awkward around any drow. Only once I had to correct him about comments made to patrons. Smacked him on the back of the head with a book when he made comments a bit too forward and loud about how attractive he found one of the patrons.
 
I don’t think smacking him with a book helped with the suspicion.
 
The Silver Crown's first attempt at a drow night was interesting. It was meant to be a night serving food from the underdark, by drow, to drow. It wasn't exclusive, so other regulars showed up, and people who were curious about underdark cuisine. I had ordered in bulk, in case we ran out but thankful we had used most of it.
 
Maybe I should ask that shadowdancer from my house. She knows gossip, having her work here might bring more people to the surface and seemed like what passed for a people person in Vaermyrhel.
 
 
I saw the whole time Rikzyr had been eyeing me making sure I was not going to stab him. Even paying him had been filled with paranoia. He’s in the underdark now, so I sent him back after a couple of days. I can’t say he’s excited to come up to the surface again, but I think he enjoyed his time in the city. In his own Rikzyr way. We had not picked up anything of note from underdark Gossip.
 
I’ll have to work on it with him.
 
It was the same day I brought Rikzyr to the surface that I delivered a package from Nivinle to Cyne. Nivinle had been busy the past week wrangling the other Matrons and keeping them in line. I do not envy her with that task. With her being preoccupied, she handed me a box that she would have given to Cyne. Telling me to take caution when delivering it. While I was intrigued as to what the contents were, I wasn’t going to incur the wrath of Nivinle.
 
It was the night after that I was when I delivered the package to Cyne. It was actually nice for once being able to relax and catch up with him. I gave him the best description of everything I could, giving certain contracts in infernal. Still we actually had a good time talking. I couldn't quite get over my current anger towards Azyel so I kept part of the conversation brief.
 
Nivinle’s package has been left on the table between, eventually the topic turned to that. I vaguely shrugged when Cyne asked what it was, telling him. I wasn’t about to anger Nivinle by peaking.
 
Truth be told, this wouldn’t be the first time multiple people have asked me to watch Nivinle. Given that I spent half my life with her, I knew what she could be capable of. While I doubt she would ever harm Cyne, or do something like poison him. as he presents too big an ally for her. I do not doubt for a second she’ll both try to be an indispensable asset to him, and move herself into a position where her goals can be achieved.
I had spaced out for half a minute as Cyne was talking about Nivinle. Figuring out how I could keep an eye on her better. When Cyne had said something to make me zone back in.
 
“What?”
 
“Your sister is my type.” Cyne said, spilling on his drink.
 
I could feel my brows furrowing together slowly as his words settled in my head.
 
“Shit… you’d work well together.” I silently admitted.
 
As soon as I said that, I realized if anything happens between them it would be because I introduced them. Cyne upon hearing that realization seems to consider it as my mind spiraled a bit. As I am not my sister, I could only guess at her motives. It wouldn’t put it past her to have considered Cyne…
 
Cyne pulled a vial of liquid from the box. I had missed him fiddling with the box completely. I immediately understood that vial, likely many vials in that box were expensive poison.
 
Cyne carefully placed it back once he saw “What’s with the face.”
 
“Oh gods she is already flirting with you.” Which got Cyne to smirk in a smug way, which was good to see. Even if it was at my expense.

During our break, I finally got the chance to explore my demiplane. Drawing that card was useful but I had not truly gotten a chance to explore the place till we got home. When I had entered for the first time I did without Celuriel and Ava. I had stepped through a door of darkness into walls of white marble, dark wooden shelves and floors. It felt nice, almost like a home but not lived in yet. The main room was wide, empty shelves lined the round walls and a single staircase led up to a second floor that had six rooms. In the center a tree of silvery white bark and lilac leaves. A small garden of a similar shaded lilac grass had enough room or a table to eat at. Most of the rooms were empty. One side had a bathhouse, the other a tavern. Our Masterroom was the largest room saved for the library.
 
I had spent the better part of the day stocking the demiplane with furniture. Just to be liveable at the moment. Which left Celuriel to the plane.
The first thing she said when stepping through that shadowy portal into my plane was "aniks why is it empty"
 
“Demiplanes don’t come with their own library, we have to get the books ourselves.”
 
"do you think cyne would notice if we took his?" she asked
 
I shrugged. Not knowing the answer, she had taken the book from him before and I am pretty sure I saw one the volumes of Aletheian History on our coffee table at home.
 
“Yes, so take in small amounts.”
 
We had made two trips back to Ironfalls, one to buy new books for her to read, and for her to take books she hadn’t read in a while and move them to the demiplane. As well as furnish the place with things to make it comfortable. It was on the third trip into the demiplane that I remembered I had more books that could technically be moved in here. Celuriel and I had just finished putting out horror novels. Which to be honest, I had not realised we had collected so many.
 
“I think I can get at least two more shelves of books.” I said almost as an afterthought. Celuriel switched a few of the books, taking a step back and looking at the shelf before switching one of the books again.
 
“from where the underdark?” Celuriel asked. This time she moved a different set of books. I’ve seen our bookshelves change relatively often but I haven’t been able to pinpoint how Celu likes her shelves. I kept my genre and author but I have very few shelves of my own. I am pretty sure in total, Celuriel has read a small library worth of books.
 
“In my first house, Claire and I had books in our house. It’s how we passed time on the road in our caravan. I’ve been meaning to check on the place again, and I would appreciate it if I had someone with me when I do.”
 
She finished putting one of my horror novels, The Howling Saint by C.P. Rooke on to the shelf before she looked back."...I want to read her books when we visit. where is it?"
 
“Little south west of Port Amarin, we can pack up the books and you can read them while I check on the house.” A smile had crossed my lips, thankful that we would be companioning me.
 
∴ ∴ ∴
 
It was strange going back to this house, it had not been long since I had lived here. For me it has been three years since I first met the future Lost Ones, in reality only four or five since I've been here. It had shown little wear since I had stopped living here. There was a small pang of bittersweet nostalgia as Celuriel and I teleported in the front yard. Winter had properly blanketed the house and the ground. It had only one floor, cobblestone at the base, circular windows, and a dark green shingled roof. What wood my house had was painted a very pale seafoam green. I had to paint the whole house myself as Claire was pregnant at the time we finally tracked down good paint for our house. Claire and I had bought the house shortly after my first death. With a wave of my hand empowered with my champion powers, I flung the snow off the roof.
 
Celuriel had wrapped her arm around mine as we approached. My eyes had avoided a tree I knew I would have to visit before I left. Though I could tell from where Celuriel's head had turned I knew the tree she had looked at, but said nothing. It had been years since I used the key, but it had always been with me in a bag or somewhere else. It slid into the lock as if I had opened it yesterday.
 
Click!
 
It felt like I had stepped back in time as soon as we had stepped through. I knew Celuriel had seen this place, through visions and memories she had taken from me over the years. But being here was different, you could smell it and feel the creak in the floorboard. Everything had a little layer of dust on it. Since it was a small place, the main room had once been the living room, kitchen, and our dining room. The living room portion was on the farside, and we had added some walls to make it vaguely more room-like. As we planned on giving our old room to our second child. The farside had a bed built into the wall, the shelves Claire and I had were on each side of the bed built into the wall. They were still here, dusty but still here. Two rooms had been off the right side of the main room in a hall leading to a bath, a room for Alain and another that would have been Emily’s.
 
There was silence in the room, only breaking it with an intake of breath and letting out the breath slowly. Celuriel’s arm tightened for a moment, and I could feel her lean into it for a moment as I held my breath.
 
“Well, let's get those books off the shelves. I need to make sure the house is in decent shape before I leave again, gives you a chance to read a bit.”
 
While Celuriel began carefully examining the shelves before she even touched the books. Given that the winter was particularly harsh this year. I had quickly cast prestidigitation inside the chimney cleaning it to some degree before tossing some firewood Claire and I had stored. With a spark the wood caught fire with ease. Slowly warming the house from the inside. Celuriel had finally plucked a book from the shelf ready to begin.
 
The two of us slowly pulled the books off the shelves. Truthfully it was a trip down memory lane as I plucked a few of the books. Flipping through a few of the pages before setting them in a stack. Celuriel pulled down one and gave it a careful examination. Paying special attention to the most worn out books. We eventually moved the stack of novels to the floor of the living room. Leaving her with her tiny hoard of books, I went to check on the outside of the house.
 
Besides some chipping on the paint the outside didn’t need that much repair. Fresh coat of paint and may need to replace a few of the cracked shingles at the edge. Otherwise this house had done well in my absence. By the time I returned inside Celuriel was sitting on the floor organizing books before placing them inside her bag of holding. She looked up as I walked in and picked up a smaller book and offered a book to me.
 
“i found your journal.”
 
“My journal…ah this journal.” Much smaller than my other books I used to crontical my adventures with the lost ones, this one was a greenish teal.
 
“what’s in it?” Celu placed another four books into her pack.
 
“The last adventure Claire and I went on. I haven’t thought about this journal in years.” Before I made a motion to pocket the journal, Celu extended her hand, I gave the journal back. Before heading down the hall to the last two rooms.
 
Alain’s room had been exactly how I had left it. His bed was still made, the wooden short sword Claire and I had given him for Sorensval still lay across his sheet. I sat on the bed and picked up the wooden sword. My thumb brushed the little impression in the leather hilt where my son had gripped the blade.
 
Never did get the chance to teach Alain anything about swords. Hadn’t stopped him from running around playing hero. Protecting Claire and I from the demon’s in the forest. They had been foxes but we thanked him everytime he came in cover in dirt. I put the sword back on the bed, casting an arcane mark on the blade. I couldn’t bring myself to talk or even do anything in this room. I just existed here for a moment, before I went to the empty room.
 
Claire and I hadn’t known we were going to have a little girl, we had a list of names that was probably still in this house. The room had been ours previously, but upon learning about our second child we started making plans to give them this room. The rooms had been painted a light green. An attempt at a tree was made but to be honest. It hadn’t been well furnished, everything we would have needed for Emily to start with. Neither Claire or I were artists but the image was passible. A crib was painted and still had a few folded blankets. On one of the drawers, a book of Aletheian fables Clarie had grown up on. Gently picking up the book a small smile crossed my lips. I could read this to Avariel.
I tucked the book underneath my arm as I walked out of the room. I wasn’t sure how long I had spent in those rooms, I doubt it was long. Longer than I remember. By the time I had gone back into the middle room, I had sat down next to Celuriel who had three books. Each well worn and she had already cracked one of them open.
 
“Ready to go?”
 
“are you?”
 
“Almost…I need to say goodbye to them.” I offered a hand to Celuriel. While she put her coat on I extinguished the fire.
 
I had locked up the house, and finally went to stand before the three where I had erected three graves. Celuriel again wrapped arm around one of mine as I looked at the stones. The sickness, the curse, that had taken this family from me hadn’t left bodies. Still I had given each of them a grave, though Emily’s had never been given a name. There was a long silence before I spoke, and I do not wish to share these words again. They were for my family and my family alone.

∴ ∴ ∴
 
I’m writing this journal in the demiplane now in our bedroom. It’s bigger than the one in Ironfalls, but it doesn’t have a little reading nook where we could look over Ironfalls. Avariel had been running up the stairs in the bedroom and gliding down to the bed.
 
She had grown again but not much, now roughly the size of Kraia. Wouldn’t be long before she couldn’t sit on my head. I’m kinda sad about that, but really frustrated that this quest took two months of our time away from her. I wonder how much time Celu and I will lose with Avariel because we’ve been tasked with dealing with the shards. We might have succeeded, brought back a god, but the shard will need to be dealt with. We’ll have to leave again.
 
I have a lesson with Liese tomorrow morning about spell creation, as she found the remaining spells I requested from her. Besides, I need to take Avariel to bed. She is currently bundled in a coat of Celuriel, dreaming of something. Her white scales softly changing colors, cycling through pastel colors. I wonder what my little girl dreams of, flying? If Liese found the spells I asked for, then her parent’s might join her as well.
 

Aniks's Journal Ordered oldest to newest

  1. Journal #1: Welcome back to the land of the living.
    02 Feb 2020 05:31:50
  2. Journal #2: The Gods speak to us, sort of.
    17 May 2019 09:56:29
  3. Journal #3: Magic is kinda bullshit, stay away from Licia.
    17 May 2019 11:03:22
  4. Journal #4: The Prince is not a Prick.
    17 May 2019 11:06:21
  5. Journal #5: Introduction of Celuriel
    18 May 2019 12:53:06
  6. Journal #6: Everybody loves the bar.
    18 May 2019 02:57:08
  7. Journal #7: Getting to know the vampire.
    24 Apr 2018 02:34:05
  8. Journal #8: The Vetala [Text Roleplay]
    16 Jan 2020 06:12:26
  9. Journal #9: Undria
    16 Jan 2020 05:23:50
  10. Journal #10: We adopt or kidnap a child, still unclear on this one.
    16 Jan 2020 05:24:03
  11. Journal #11: Mirror World
    16 Jan 2020 05:24:34
  12. Journal #12: Recovery from the world.
    16 Jan 2020 05:25:45
  13. Journal #13: Dancing with Vampire and Political Problems.
    16 Jan 2020 05:25:55
  14. Journal #14: About Sir Pennswaggle
    16 Jan 2020 05:26:15
  15. Journal #15: This Temple is Odd
    16 Jan 2020 05:26:25
  16. Journal #16: The Half Elf Liese
    16 Jan 2020 05:26:45
  17. Journal #17: Warning Ashlyn did not help her.
    16 Jan 2020 05:26:57
  18. Journal #18: Priestess with the Silver Orbs
    16 Jan 2020 05:27:13
  19. Journal #19: Celu is reading romantic books.
    16 Jan 2020 05:27:26
  20. Journal #20: Demons, Dungeons, and Dragons OH MY!
    16 Jan 2020 05:27:41
  21. Journal #21: Regrets.
    16 Jan 2020 05:27:56
  22. Journal #22: Demon's Champion [Text Roleplay]
    16 Jan 2020 05:59:05
  23. Journal #23: Homecoming
    16 Jan 2020 05:30:43
  24. Journal #24: Castle Umbra and their Bloodwalker.
    16 Jan 2020 05:30:23
  25. Journal #23: The Grand Game
    24 Apr 2018 03:05:12
  26. Journal #26: All magic comes at a cost.
    16 Jan 2020 05:30:04
  27. Journal #27 The capital and asking for diplomatic immunity.
    16 Jan 2020 05:29:53
  28. Journal #28: Teaching Celu Undercommon
    16 Jan 2020 05:29:42
  29. Journal #29: Pray to Fate
    16 Jan 2020 05:39:09
  30. Journal #30: Mistakes we're made, Surprisingly it wasn't my fault this time.
    16 Jan 2020 05:40:05
  31. Journal #31: Why am I Orpheus?
    16 Jan 2020 05:37:51
  32. Journal #33: The 'safe' return of Eurydice
    16 Jan 2020 05:42:44
  33. Journal #32: Back from hell [Text Roleplay]
    16 Jan 2020 06:19:22
  34. Journal #35: Fey Friends.
    16 Jan 2020 05:43:46
  35. Journal #36: Life before The Lost Ones
    16 Jan 2020 05:44:01
  36. Journal #34: Her thoughts on life. [Text Roleplay]
    16 Jan 2020 05:58:42
  37. Journal #37: Departure
    16 Jan 2020 05:48:37
  38. Journal #39: The Apology [Text Roleplay]
    16 Jan 2020 05:45:33
  39. Journal #38: Black Marble floors and apologizes
    16 Jan 2020 05:48:53
  40. Journal #40: The Lost's One's Save Christmas; what's Christmas again?
    16 Jan 2020 05:31:42
  41. Journal #41: The Elder Sister [Text Roleplay]
    16 Jan 2020 06:21:33
  42. Journal #42: Dear Niks
    02 Feb 2020 05:32:18
  43. Journal #43: Family Matters
    16 Jan 2020 05:49:21
  44. Journal #44: The Samsaran and Her Dreamers [Text Roleplay]
    16 Jan 2020 05:49:56
  45. Journal #45: 3 Years well spent.
    16 Jan 2020 05:50:37
  46. Journal #46: Emperor Aneirin of Aletheia
    02 Feb 2020 05:31:41
  47. Journal #47: Matron Nivinle Alas'thil [Text Roleplay]
    16 Jan 2020 05:52:01
  48. Journal #48: Not Alone
    16 Jan 2020 05:52:34
  49. Journal #49: The Dark Spire [Text Roleplay]
    16 Jan 2020 05:53:23
  50. Journal #50: Death's Champion
    16 Jan 2020 05:54:06
  51. Journal #51: Desk Duty of the Spire [Text Roleplay on going]
    29 Jan 2020 06:10:02
  52. Journal #52: Longest Four Days of Our Lives
    16 Jan 2020 05:55:28
  53. Journal #53: Stolen Book [Text Roleplay]
    16 Jan 2020 05:56:04
  54. Journal #54: Basics to Necromancy, why is this even a book.
    16 Jan 2020 05:56:43
  55. Journal #55: Soul to Soul Talk [Text Roleplay]
    16 Jan 2020 05:58:17
  56. Journal #56: Gold is not what King’s Envy
    29 Jan 2020 06:05:45
  57. Journal #57: The Trail of the Sapphire Shrine
    04 Mar 2020 12:57:45
  58. Journal #58: The sign says it all
    03 Mar 2020 06:01:49
  59. Journal #59: The oldest sister
    09 Mar 2020 04:58:44
  60. Journal #60: A bartender once again.
    04 Mar 2020 04:22:18
  61. Journal #61: The Dreamcatcher
    03 Mar 2020 06:25:49
  62. Journal #62: Discussion and a price that will be payed.
    04 Mar 2020 02:26:38
  63. Journal #63: The Five Stages
    10 Oct 2020 12:02:57
  64. Journal #64: Ring of Amethyst and Diamond
    10 Oct 2020 12:04:33
  65. Journal #65: Clash of Ideals
    10 Oct 2020 12:09:58
  66. Journal #66: A Friend and A Story
    10 Oct 2020 12:15:49
  67. Journal #67: The Nature of the Shards
    10 Oct 2020 12:19:41
  68. Journal #68: Return of Black Marble [Text Roleplay]
    25 Aug 2021 04:36:34
  69. Journal #69: Broken and Forgotten Shades
    25 Aug 2021 04:30:07
  70. Journal #70: Forging Bonds
    25 Aug 2021 04:30:27
  71. Journal #71: The Haunted Fey Mansion
    04 Apr 2022 02:34:16
  72. Journal #72: Another Shard
    04 Apr 2022 02:37:06
  73. Journal #73: Dancing with Demons in the pale morning light
    04 Apr 2022 02:39:32
  74. Journal #74: The Succubus's Ultimatum
    04 Apr 2022 02:40:57
  75. Journal #75: The City of Twin Souls
    21 Aug 2023 02:01:00
  76. Journal #76: The Worry of a Barkeep.
    25 Apr 2022 05:40:22
  77. Journal #77: Have a Little Hope.
    21 Aug 2023 02:44:42
  78. Journal #78: Dreamwalker Jinne [Text Roleplay]
    21 Aug 2023 04:11:25
  79. Journal Entry #79: Maskerade in Masdarat
    27 Apr 2025 03:10:19
  80. Journal Entry #80: Gods of Time
    27 Apr 2025 03:13:36
  81. Journal Entry #81: Scribe of Time [Text Rp]
    27 Apr 2025 03:15:12
  82. Journal Entry #82: Patience and Grace
    27 Apr 2025 03:17:49
  83. Journal Entry #83: Between Stopped Time [Text RP]
    27 Apr 2025 03:22:05
  84. Journal Entry #84: Teaching Moments
    27 Apr 2025 03:25:47
  85. Journal Entry #85: The child from Jatta [Text RP]
    27 Apr 2025 03:28:33
  86. Journal Entry #86: Fused and Strange Deals
    27 Apr 2025 03:32:13
  87. Journal Entry #87: Hell [Text RP]
    27 Apr 2025 03:33:50
  88. Journal Entry#88: The Measure of a Life
    27 Apr 2025 03:46:56
  89. Journal Entry #89: Judgement
    27 Apr 2025 03:51:59
  90. Journal Entry #90: Terra Arcana and Memories of the Lost
    27 Apr 2025 03:53:19
  91. Journal Entry #91:  Shepard’s Champion & The Way
    05 May 2025 06:10:30
  92. Journal Entry #92: Goth Club & Whiskey
    27 Apr 2025 03:09:30
  93. Journal Entry #93: Shard of Grace
    27 Apr 2025 03:54:39
  94. Journal Entry #94: Dreamcatcher's Telepathic Bond [Text Roleplay]
    27 Apr 2025 03:46:07
  95. Journal Entry#95: Homebound
    05 May 2025 04:20:43
  96. Journal Entry #96: A spot of rest [Text Roleplay]
    05 May 2025 01:09:57
  97. Journal Entry #97: Heavenbound
    05 May 2025 01:26:06
  98. Journal Entry #98: Trek through the planes
    07 May 2025 06:16:57
  99. Journal Entry #99: Relaxing in Ironfalls
    27 Apr 2025 03:13:02

The major events and journals in Aniks's history, from the beginning to today.

Journal Entry #97: Heavenbound

Out of all the Outer Planes, I never thought I would end up in heaven again. As much as I would like to have slept in with my wife and daughter, we have other things to deal with at the moment. That being the corruption sitting within the Champion of Magi...

06:44 pm - 07.05.2025

Journal Entry #99: Relaxing in Ironfalls

Celuriel is off in the first world and while I have my concerns about the Wild Hunt finding her. She is with her goddess so that eases my nerves a bit. Avariel is sleeping in a bundle of blankets on a new desk as I write about our break from adventuring. ...

06:43 pm - 07.05.2025

Journal Entry #98: Trek through the planes

  The Protector removed his greatsword from the marbled ground. The doll that had plagued us now disintegrated. The god was a tall figure clad in a blue and gold-trimmed plate. He had long, wavy, curly hair and deep, warm brown skin. Tyreos' blue feather...

06:43 pm - 07.05.2025

Journal Entry #97: Heavenbound

Out of all the Outer Planes, I never thought I would end up in heaven again. As much as I would like to have slept in with my wife and daughter, we have other things to deal with at the moment. That being the corruption sitting within the Champion of Magi...

06:42 pm - 07.05.2025

Journal Entry #96: A spot of rest [Text Roleplay]

The dark elf took a deep breath of cold aletheian air, it burned his lungs slightly. In a good way, he missed this kind of cold. The center of Ironfalls had been busy even as the sun fell below the horizon. Before turning on the main road up to the keep, ...

06:42 pm - 07.05.2025

Journal Entry#95: Homebound

For three weeks, we remained unconscious. In that mental dreamscape where we fought, our bodies remained asleep, slowly dying as our bodies reflected the injuries we sustained within the Princess’s dream. Talinde had done what he could to support us. Ho...

06:41 pm - 07.05.2025

Journal Entry #94: Dreamcatcher's Telepathic Bond [Text Roleplay]

Nothing cured exhaustion like a royal palace's entire stock of lavish pillows, but that wasn't necessarily true, especially when they had just faced a shard. It felt like it was helping. Aniks had slowly released any of Pharasma's power he held after the ...

06:41 pm - 07.05.2025

Journal Entry #91:  Shepard’s Champion & The Way

Death's representation was quite on the nose. The lead-up to the judgment of souls had graves and crypts. Given that what we next saw was a large coffin. Subtly is truely for cowards. We carved a path into the coffin, tearing through skeletons.  The l...

06:40 pm - 07.05.2025

Journal Entry #93: Shard of Grace

Though the dream was fleeting and our reunion was brief, I shall treasure it always.  A once peaceful dream crafted from a dream spirit was co-opted by the Shard. Turned into a strange amalgamation of our dreams. Warping dreams and reality into a shar...

06:38 pm - 07.05.2025

Journal Entry #92: Goth Club & Whiskey

“Whiskey?” The question was followed up with the swirling of the amber liquor in its bottle as Aniks proffered it to Naseem. “Shard-free, I ran this and some other food through the lantern's light.” Pharasma's Champion earnt himself a blink of ...

06:38 pm - 07.05.2025

Journal Entry #92: Goth Club & Whiskey

“Whiskey?” The question was followed up with the swirling of the amber liquor in its bottle as Aniks proffered it to Naseem. “Shard-free, I ran this and some other food through the lantern's light.” Pharasma's Champion earnt himself a blink of ...

06:38 pm - 07.05.2025

Journal Entry #92: Goth Club & Whiskey

“Whiskey?” The question was followed up with the swirling of the amber liquor in its bottle as Aniks proffered it to Naseem. “Shard-free, I ran this and some other food through the lantern's light.” Pharasma's Champion earnt himself a blink of ...

06:38 pm - 07.05.2025

Journal Entry #91:  Shepard’s Champion & The Way

Death's representation was quite on the nose. The lead-up to the judgment of souls had graves and crypts. Given that what we next saw was a large coffin. Subtly is truely for cowards. We carved a path into the coffin, tearing through skeletons.  The l...

06:37 pm - 07.05.2025

Journal Entry #98: Trek through the planes

  The Protector removed his greatsword from the marbled ground. The doll that had plagued us now disintegrated. The god was a tall figure clad in a blue and gold-trimmed plate. He had long, wavy, curly hair and deep, warm brown skin. Tyreos' blue feather...

06:18 pm - 07.05.2025

Journal Entry #91:  Shepard’s Champion & The Way

Death's representation was quite on the nose. The lead-up to the judgment of souls had graves and crypts. Given that what we next saw was a large coffin. Subtly is truely for cowards. We carved a path into the coffin, tearing through skeletons.  The l...

06:11 pm - 05.05.2025

Journal Entry#95: Homebound

For three weeks, we remained unconscious. In that mental dreamscape where we fought, our bodies remained asleep, slowly dying as our bodies reflected the injuries we sustained within the Princess’s dream. Talinde had done what he could to support us. Ho...

04:23 am - 05.05.2025

Journal Entry #96: A spot of rest [Text Roleplay]

The dark elf took a deep breath of cold aletheian air, it burned his lungs slightly. In a good way, he missed this kind of cold. The center of Ironfalls had been busy even as the sun fell below the horizon. Before turning on the main road up to the keep, ...

01:36 am - 05.05.2025

Journal Entry #97: Heavenbound

Out of all the Outer Planes, I never thought I would end up in heaven again. As much as I would like to have slept in with my wife and daughter, we have other things to deal with at the moment. That being the corruption sitting within the Champion of Magi...

01:32 am - 05.05.2025

Journal Entry #97: Heavenbound

Out of all the Outer Planes, I never thought I would end up in heaven again. As much as I would like to have slept in with my wife and daughter, we have other things to deal with at the moment. That being the corruption sitting within the Champion of Magi...

01:28 am - 05.05.2025

Journal Entry #94: A spot of rest [Text Roleplay]

The dark elf took a deep breath of cold aletheian air, it burned his lungs slightly. In a good way, he missed this kind of cold. The center of Ironfalls had been busy even as the sun fell below the horizon. Before turning on the main road up to the keep, ...

01:11 am - 05.05.2025

Journal Entry #99: Relaxing in Ironfalls

Celuriel is off in the first world and while I have my concerns about the Wild Hunt finding her. She is with her goddess so that eases my nerves a bit. Avariel is sleeping in a bundle of blankets on a new desk as I write about our break from adventuring. ...

12:59 am - 05.05.2025

Journal Entry #94: Dreamcatcher's Telepathic Bond [Text Roleplay]

Nothing cured exhaustion like a royal palace's entire stock of lavish pillows, but that wasn't necessarily true, especially when they had just faced a shard. It felt like it was helping. Aniks had slowly released any of Pharasma's power he held after the ...

12:46 am - 05.05.2025

Journal Entry #94:

Nothing cured exhaustion like a royal palace's entire stock of lavish pillows, but that wasn't necessarily true, especially when they had just faced a shard. It felt like it was helping. Aniks had slowly released any of Pharasma's power he held after the ...

12:43 am - 05.05.2025

Journal Entry #93: Shard of Grace

Though the dream was fleeting and our reunion was brief, I shall treasure it always.  A once peaceful dream crafted from a dream spirit was co-opted by the Shard. Turned into a strange amalgamation of our dreams. Warping dreams and reality into a shar...

12:33 am - 05.05.2025

Journal Entry #94: Shard of Grace

Though the dream was fleeting and our reunion was brief, I shall treasure it always.  A once peaceful dream crafted from a dream spirit was co-opted by the Shard. Turned into a strange amalgamation of our dreams. Warping dreams and reality into a shar...

12:32 am - 05.05.2025

Journal Entry #92: Goth Club & Whiskey

“Whiskey?” The question was followed up with the swirling of the amber liquor in its bottle as Aniks proffered it to Naseem. “Shard-free, I ran this and some other food through the lantern's light.” Pharasma's Champion earnt himself a blink of ...

11:36 pm - 04.05.2025

Journal Entry #90: Terra Arcana and Memories of the Lost

Broke and fragmented, Terra Arcana took a vaguely humanoid shape. Wrapping around her soul, a broken red crystal formed a large part of her body. Fragments floated around her. Scarlet would be a better description of her color. I didn't know what to e...

03:55 am - 27.04.2025

Journal Entry #89: Judgement

There was a certain sense of irony as we walked into the Next Room, cold and dark, and marveled that the area looked weirdly familiar. One chair was across from us, while our chairs were collected next to each other, lined up in a row. It hadn't taken too...

03:53 am - 27.04.2025

Journal Entry#88: The Measure of a Life

Traversing the realms, there is always the fear of time distortion. Thankfully, it seemed that my time in hell was rather equal to that of Istralars. The smell of fire, smoke, and brimstone lingered on my body as I stepped through the fiery portal with so...

03:49 am - 27.04.2025

Journal Entry #87: Hell [Text RP]

The touch of undeath was unmistakable to Aniks, Champion of Pharasma. Especially from his wife - if, that is, this ghostly apparition of her was truly her. Her first two attempts to do something to him had faltered against his protections - for the dea...

03:45 am - 27.04.2025

Journal Entry #86: Fused and Strange Deals

Having completed another life stage, that is what we're doing. Given the first room's fleshy wall and general shape, it was the start of life. We moved back to the crystal room from the classroom, then down the last tunnel that had yet to go through. Ori...

03:33 am - 27.04.2025

Journal Entry #85: The child from Jatta [Text RP]

It seemed much the same affair as any other when the group found respite, each splintering off into their smaller groups through which they found comfort. Perhaps then it was odd for Aniks when Burdyr, of all people, would approach him; And not alone. Wal...

03:31 am - 27.04.2025

Journal Entry #84: Teaching Moments

Having rested in the stopped time, I had woken up in tears. Unsure as to why I was crying, I felt like I had forgotten the reason for those tears. I had woken up with my hand rubbing my eyes free of the tears. Why are those the dreams I need protection fr...

03:27 am - 27.04.2025

Journal Entry 84: Teaching Moments

Having rested in the stopped time, I had woken up in tears. Unsure as to why I was crying, I felt like I had forgotten the reason for those tears. I had woken up with my hand rubbing my eyes free of the tears. Why are those the dreams I need protection fr...

03:27 am - 27.04.2025

Journal Entry #83: Between Stopped Time [Text RP]

With a bundle tucked under his arm, Aniks leaped off the front of the train. On the threat of stabbing if Aniks didn't return quickly he had made sure he wasn't distracted as he gathered pillows and blankets from their cabin for his drowsy wife. Though he...

03:23 am - 27.04.2025

Journal Entry #82: Patience and Grace

The world was frozen as Time's Thief, obviously now with our Lantern. A prize won from the Scribe of Time said to cleanse the corruption from this specific shard'sShard's influence. While we counted our number between the frozen moments. Another walked be...

03:20 am - 27.04.2025

Journal Entry #81: Scribe of Time [Text Rp]

How many gods have I met now? It wasn’t the most pressing thought in his head when it came to this strange god before them. The Scribe of Time, Aniks had hardly dealt with any Aeons in fact including the Scribe, the only other one he could think of was ...

03:16 am - 27.04.2025

Journal Entry #80: Gods of Time

I have never been one to completely understand temporal magics. That sort of magic has always been Celu’s Domain. That doesn’t make my concern for this other god of time lessen to any degree. The Scribe of Time, as they named themselves, at first glan...

03:14 am - 27.04.2025

Journal Entry #79: Maskerade in Masdarat

Strangely, there was an outbreak of the undead, unrelated to Shard. I’ve spent the better part of the night plucking the shards of a Silver Orb from my palm. Probably another strange dream in my future. I’ll explain that in a minute. Mostly, I hate t...

03:13 am - 27.04.2025

The Journal Entry #79: Maskerade in MasdaratJournal Entry’s title

Strangely, there was an outbreak of the undead, unrelated to Shard. I’ve spent the better part of the night plucking the shards of a Silver Orb from my palm. Probably another strange dream in my future. I’ll explain that in a minute. Mostly, I hate t...

03:11 am - 27.04.2025

Journal #78: Dreamwalker Jinne [Text Roleplay]

Begin writing your story here...Not wanting to fill his night with Azyel's brand of Chaos, Aniks found himself again with his Dreamer friend. Choosing to catch Jinne up if she had any questions. They found themselves in his rented room, Aniks sat down on ...

03:43 pm - 19.02.2025

I saw him... me. The other me behind the bar, the others saw him too. I thought they had been lying or playing some strange sick joke. Yet every time we went to a new bar, people ask why I look familiar, the patrons, the bar owners, and even the people at my own bar said I had been there when I was in other countries, OTHER PLANES! I've seen my own handwriting and have no memory of writing those words. I thought it was a lie, I don't know what's happening. I think that me is gone, they won't be coming back...

09:50 pm - 03.09.2022

Regrettably, I learned I can keep walking even after I really should be dead. I do not think I should do that again. It's... colder now.

05:25 pm - 18.06.2022

Extra Journal: The worry of a Barkeep.

How far do the Shard's influences go? How far can they see… Licia claims that a shard made an attempt at her life while she was younger, so why not affect the other champions. What part of their lives could have been affected? Or was it a special case ...

05:39 pm - 25.04.2022

Even in the realm of hell, a demigod has noticed me as a bartender. What is going on with my fractured self? I've never been to hell, that I know of. Maybe I need to take that last drink I made before I continue down this messy line of thinking.

04:51 pm - 09.04.2022

Journal #74: The Succubus's Ultimatum

Again shorter journal entries, too much traveling for long journals. Worried our Medimian friends would find our secret via my journals. I saw right, the fact the shard is killed people, taking their souls. Damn that succubus. Our knowing tour guide ...

02:40 am - 04.04.2022

Journal #73: Dancing with Demons in the pale morning light

Upon leaving the Peacemaker, the humidity hit like a train. Lush jungle forests were our arrival point near the coast of the Southern Continent. So an easy to find our way given our notes Elias had given us from the few question we got to ask him. Via th...

02:39 am - 04.04.2022

Journal #72: Another Shard

I wish we could take Avariel with us but I will not risk my child in a land plagued by a shard. Not till it’s dealt with, though it’s looking like I might end up binding another god before this over. Options are limited, research into healing is compl...

02:37 am - 04.04.2022

Journal #71: The Haunted Fey Mansion

The last person I expected at my door was Jinne, it had been two weeks since I returned from the Boneyard. Purposely avoiding the other members of the Lost Ones, I had spent most of my time with my family. I had of course seen them out and about around Ir...

02:34 am - 04.04.2022

Silver has a soul, of course, the blade has a damn soul. That's not the issue, it's the colors. Equal parts silver and black, with red flashes of lightning. I wish I knew more about what a soul's color means. Part of me fears that answer, part of me worries I might already know the answer but refuses to accept it. Silver is my blade, my power, but that power was still gained by touching the void.

05:24 am - 19.01.2022

How is it we've been in this city for not even half a day and we're already involved in something? I swear, we can never go anywhere without attracting attention. If we get run out of this city I will be annoyed, I have things to accomplish here. At least talking with this condescending counsel woman might help out in whatever the others have gotten themselves into. At least using both my titles got her attention. I'll [i]try[/i] and not let nobility go to my head.

04:19 am - 24.10.2021

As fun as it would be to drink and watch the 'fake' date happen. I would rather be sober when these visions happen. So very few drinks tonight.

07:18 am - 23.10.2021

Journal #70: Forging Bonds

Celuriel is thankfully not pregnant. A thought that plagued my mind while I was stuck in the boneyard. Having the ability to perceive souls is quite useful if you're checking on your partner to see if they have a little one on the way. Celu and I have spo...

03:24 pm - 25.08.2021

Journal #68: Return of Black Marble

Journal Entry#68: Return of Black Marble Thrones Black marble. It always came back to black marble. The icy portal hadn't been gentle with Aniks this time; hadn't let him fall out onto a beach of soft sand or into the bed he'd been given during his la...

02:07 pm - 10.04.2021

The dragon egg finally hatched a couple of weeks ago. Been busy doing other things and learning how to raise a dragon. They're a dream dragon and a nightmare dragon. Unexpected for sure, that she flicked between them so I'm going to have an interesting time raising her. Avariel's very hyperactive wyrmling who has tired herself out by flying around the house several times.

01:04 am - 15.02.2021

Journal #69: Broken and For

Journal Entry #69: Broken and Forgotten Shades The Harp is contained, placed inside a demiplane of Azsire’s creation. At least I assume so. I have not been back to the material plane, as I have spent the past couple of days in the Boneyard. Apparentl...

02:32 am - 25.01.2021

Journal #67: The Nature of the Shards

It’s the last night we are spending in Rod of Security, and we have learned too much for me not to write something down. Our second night within the small island to be exact. Instead of spending that last night in a bed in that comfy inn on the island. ...

12:19 am - 10.10.2020

Journal #66: A Friend and A Story

Aniks, having told at least Celuriel, was going to try and speak with Jinne for a bit. She was welcomed to join or she could just continue doing whatever she wanted. Regardless of her choice, Aniks found himself with some fruit in hand wandering around th...

12:15 am - 10.10.2020

Journal #65: Clash of Ideals

Moments are so quick, but some can last far longer in memory and leave a far longer impression. While it was not the proper place for asking. I asked for Celuriel’s hand in marriage. That moment is something I will treasure, as seeing that smile was wor...

12:09 am - 10.10.2020

Journal #64: Ring of Amethyst and Diamond

Having, of course, been a fair amount of time since their last meal. Aniks had taken it upon himself to find the kitchen and at least make something. It wasn’t too terrible to find. Rather small compared to Sigrun’s but it worked. He began rummaging t...

12:04 am - 10.10.2020

Journal #63: The five Stages

We slipped inside the Castle quite easily, Sigrun being one hell of a distraction for the people fighting outside. Ghost and all, with those Silver Orb priests healing those people no matter the side. The Castle itself was of typical dwarven from the pill...

12:00 am - 10.10.2020

I just got a horrible feeling about something, like I was just shivering pretty bad. It's like when you know something's going to happen in the distant future but you're not sure what. I hope I at least get a month off before something stupid happens to me.

05:46 am - 10.05.2020

Seriously the past twenty-four hours have been strange. Even by our standards, more mirrors and the terror that brings, debates about how to deal with our quest, questions that have some implications, I think I was checked out by a saintly dwarven ghost and to top that off. I think a goddess blessed my marriage.

07:06 am - 22.03.2020

Today we learned a lot about each other, a concerning amount really. Licia's list was rather um interesting to say the list. Lots of gods.

07:37 am - 15.03.2020

Journal Entry #59: The oldest sister

Promethea had already nozzled herself into Aniks lap, clucking softy while asleep. Content with her meal at this odd family dinner. Eating with The Lost One's or Celuriel wasn't that odd. To some extent neither was Nivinle, though she kept writing down ...

04:58 pm - 09.03.2020

Once this shard is dealt with and we have some time to ourselves. I seriously need to change my surname to something other than Alas'thil. That and find a priest to perform a small ceremony, as a wedding would likely attract the wrong attention. There is a lot to do once we return to Ironfalls.

07:35 am - 08.03.2020

Journal #62: Discussion and a price that will be payed.

We forgot to drink water. I have not had a hangover that bad in a long time. Celuriel's was likely just as bad as mine. However, I was lucky as she hadn't stabbed me from the pain. We both were pretty miserable when we woke up the next day. Given how ...

06:24 pm - 03.03.2020

Journal #61: The Dreamcatcher

Journal Entry #61: The Dreamcatcher [Text Roleplay] The Barkeep was surprisingly shocked he could keep his drink down tonight. The last time he actually drank, well elven ale was heavily involved. That being said the alcohol had hit him. It was clear a...

06:18 pm - 03.03.2020

Journal #60: A bartender once again.

After all this shrine mess, the fey time displacing us, dealing with the dwarven prince’s scry blocking everything to do with Licia’s Father. The Lost Ones and our traveling company finally decided we need a break. Which encluded a ludicrous amount of...

06:05 pm - 03.03.2020

Journal #58: The sign says it all

Journal Entry #58: The Sign says it all Besides Celuriel's involvement with the fae, I rather hate how easily they just warp the world around us when they need help. Regardless of my vexation towards the first world beings, one of them deemed it an ...

06:01 pm - 03.03.2020

Journal #57: The Trail of the Sapphire Shrine

There are no words, but I could express in this journal that would accurately describe how I felt about Cid. That is a topic that I will get into when the time is right, still something that needs to be talked about eventually and explained. Putting the m...

05:46 pm - 03.03.2020

You know, it is a common curiosity for somebody to keep quiet about getting an engagement ring. To surprise their partner. Well, this temple's trial told her and the rest of the party what I bargained for and what I gave up. Thanks. Thanks a lot.

07:05 am - 01.03.2020

While this Shrine to Torag had shown me a life I could have had, a life with Claire, with Alain and Emily. Memories of that life still linger in my head. Emily was scared of thunderstorms, she would crawl into bed, burying her head into my chest to hide. I can always remember Alain hold his sister for the first time. Excited to be a big brother and wanting to know her name. So many possibilities... But I have made peace with the fact they are not here anymore. I have known that for years and shed enough tears already. Sure it hurts, I am okay with my life now. Pain and All. I will still pick my life with Celuriel; I want that life.

06:31 am - 23.02.2020

While I have raised a child before, I think the challenges of raising a baby dragon are vastly different. While I have known that for a while, hearing the dragon egg hatch has reinforced that idea. I don't even have a name for the child. Does anybody know how long a dragon takes to break out of its egg by chance?

05:27 am - 17.02.2020

Journal #33: The Samsaran and Her Dreamers

After while of being in that timeless room, letting the events of the shards trails shimmer down. Aniks will start shuffling around in his bag till he pulls a single white business card out. Which glowed softly with that strange white light. He will appro...

05:17 pm - 16.01.2020

Journal #??: The Elder Sister

Nivinle Alas’thil, the only blood relative Aniks felt some modicum of familial bond with. Even that might be pushing it since it was more accurate to say, she was the only family that had not betrayed him. Though that one fact did not speak volumes for ...

05:14 pm - 16.01.2020

Journal #??: Dear Niks

Dear Niks, It's been a long time, hasn't it? I know you've been through a lot since we left you, and I'm sorry you had to go through so much alone. Guess there was always going to be something to stop us. If it hadn't been the illness, it'd have been...

05:11 pm - 16.01.2020

Journal #32: The Apology

Aniks will attempt after a couple of days on the airship to find Celuriel where he can speak to her in private. He is determined to at least attempt to apologize to her to make amends. “I know to say that your upset with me Celuriel is an understatem...

05:09 pm - 16.01.2020

Journal #30: Her thoughts on life.

“Although it was not technically you that asked this, I feel that it is only natural that I ask. I overheard the others briefly mention your wrist after we left the Ivory Maze. Are you okay with this, with that mark around your wrist Celuriel?” ".....

05:06 pm - 16.01.2020

Journal #29: Back from hell

So, when the others aren't paying attention, Celuriel (or Eurydice, I suppose) will pull Orpheus to the side to talk to him."...where are we? it's been too busy for me to ask." "Tenaerul, I have to apologies for having the deal in here. I thought we wou...

05:03 pm - 16.01.2020

Journal #27: Pray to Fate

“I have a request to ask of you, I am not one who is familiar with praying in general. To the one who watches Fate, Pharasma a deal was struck with one the of my companions. Normally this would not be a reason to pray for guidance. I made stupid deals a...

04:57 pm - 16.01.2020

Journal #21: Demon's Champion

“Do any mortal have choices, Free Will, or are we just instruments for higher beings to use… if that is the case, I wanted nothing to do with them. I just wanted to live in a world where I am free from outside influences. Though I am not a so dumb a...

04:52 pm - 16.01.2020

Journal #7: The Vetala

Celuriel: Please don't starve me. You promised no harm. Celuriel has pretty much been lurking around the barkeep's area permanently. Watches any other visitors with caution. Drowbie: So what do you think about the strange group of people we have h...

04:48 pm - 16.01.2020

Journal #44th: Gold is not what King’s Envy

After leaving the lost cause that was the Prince, our goal was now set on the Jade Shrine. Which we acquired one dwarf, which I was not terribly upset with. His opinion of the Prince really changed my mind on him. That was not what we did this morning....

04:16 am - 11.12.2019

Journal #43th: Soul to Soul Talk

Curiosity might have gotten the better of him, dragons in general were always something the barkeep had interest in. Now in the palm of his hand, a purple gem held the soul of one. Speaking to a trapped soul wasn’t something he had learned in the Boney...

04:19 pm - 02.12.2019

Journal #42th: Basics to Necromancy, why is this even a book.

Our trip to Gildomar was a two-day journey, we rode knowing that at least that we'd be going to the one sold clue to finding Teras Galewin, Licia's Father. Using a phantasmal steed, I had conjured the trip was far faster than the eight days. However, t...

04:11 pm - 02.12.2019

Desk Duty of the Spire [text roleplay on going]

Journal Entry #40 ~The Daemons in the trench coat~ While on desk duty one night you see a medium height elf with a trench coat come up to you and asks for directions to the Spire. With your passive perception you can see that their walk seems very s...

04:52 pm - 05.11.2019

Journal Entry #39 Death's Champion

Planar travel always brings with it odd complications. For example, time is far more flexible in differing planes. The rules are ever-shifting compared to our normal sense of time that the Material Plane has. Sleeping was the only way I could think to tra...

03:02 pm - 05.11.2019

Journal Entry #41th: Stolen Book [Text Roleplay]

A hand opened and closed tightly, writing for prolonged periods of time always hurt Aniks. No matter how often he wrote. The ink was just about dry on the page as he finished another journal entry. He placed the also dry book, pen and ink on a bedside tab...

07:43 am - 21.09.2019

Journal #40th: Longest four days of our lives

One long year and three months, that is how long Celuriel and I were in The Boneyard. Currently, this journal entry is being written from the icy continent of Iskaldhal four days after we dove into that pool that leads us to the banks of the river Styx. I...

09:23 pm - 20.09.2019

Journal #38th: The Dark Spire [Text Role Play]

One of the first things that struck Celuriel - after they'd clambered out of the river and thoroughly examined the beach - was how cold the Boneyard was. She could see black sand - could feel it shifting under her feet like a living thing - and dark skies...

03:13 pm - 17.09.2019

Journal 36th#: Matron Nivinle Alas'thil [Text Role Play]

After the shopping trip to gather the colder weather clothing, Aniks had decided to put one of his plans in motion. While the materials of the blade did not have to start in his home, he had other uses for umbrite besides wanting to fashion a blade out s...

03:39 am - 17.09.2019

Journal #37th: Not Alone

After my failed attempt to get the umbrite, which included a walk to check on my half-siblings, of course, I did not say anything to them, simply watched them. I know that I should probably feel something when I looked at them but in all honesty. I think ...

02:24 am - 17.09.2019

Journal 35th: Emperor Aneirin of Aletheia

Pharasma’s domain, The Boneyard, a place where it takes weeks to find a blank journal. I had to use the last fifty pages to jot down all the notes I had decided to study life here in The Boneyard. It was not enough, but finding a blank journal was an ex...

06:38 am - 27.08.2019

The Rising Darkness

09:21 am - 16.06.2019

Kobolds? Kobolds.

09:20 am - 16.06.2019

Kobolds? Kobolds.

05:16 am - 02.06.2019

Midweek Plots

07:03 am - 27.05.2019

Winter is Coming

05:47 am - 27.05.2019

Why does our party have a terrible habit of picking up random people, gods help that poor mans soul. He's in an Interesting time. I still need to start working on my personal project, sooner rather than later.

07:16 am - 26.05.2019
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