The Hunt Journal

11th Year, 1st Moon, 28th Day: Realm: Hibernia
The Empty Keep

The daggers I wield can not be sharpened any further. I have paced the grounds for countless hours and yet I have seen one Valkyn Bonedancer by the name of Brogema. He came out late at night with a Berserker and I managed to stalk him for a good while before Giacoma and I laid him to rest. Once he had been slain the keep grew quiet again. The Midgards seem to be less dominant these days perhaps they are becoming afraid of Caledonia, or perhaps they are all working on their studies. I sure hope these gates bring more trolls to these lands for their blood needs to be spilt. For now I will sit and wait, perhaps ill go fishing where the Hibernian Soil and Midgard Soil meet. I hear the fish there are wonderful. I often find the Albions traveling there to catch their supper.

Marks

Brogema (1)

11th Year, 1st Moon, 27th Day: Realm: Hibernia
My Return to Caledonia

Several days have passed since I last walked the lands of Caledonia. I decided to pay my parents grave a visit so that I might collect some more flowers from the fields nearby. The ruins are being over run by weeds now and slowly fading into the landscape. I fear soon it will be but a memory.

Today I decided to travel back to Caledonia to wreak havoc on the local Midgards roaming about... and that is exactly what I did. I stalked the Midgard keep for the first few hours of the day before I decided to roam for a bit. I managed to take down 13 Midgards today. I'm sure my family will be most pleased. I did not however see Elyzaria today, I hope she is not ill. I'm sure she will be around again soon.

Marks

Anneo (3), Gudlaug (2), Haisien (2), Novuelvoaemainsinbu (1), Picantilla (1), Rrutroo (2), Squeaker (2), Sythras (1)

11th Year, 1st Moon, 23rd Day: Realm: Hibernia
The Albion Goddess Elyzaria Returns

Tonight was the first night that the beautiful blond hair blue armor wearing Infiltrator by the name of Elyzaria made her presence known to me in Caledonia. What a night at that. It was good to see her alas and I see the many seasons past since our days in Thidranki have helped her grow into quite a remarkable woman. Her eyes still shined like sapphires and her soft touch still makes the hairs on my neck stand on end. It was very nice to finally see her again. Most of the night we crept about hunting the heathens who were attempting to take the currently Albion occupied Caledonia keep. I managed to slay a handful on my own as well as some with my fellow family members Rheyah and Bondon. My good friend Filidas also joined Elyzaria and I most of the night.

All in all the night was pretty routine. Midgards sieging the keep, Albions defending, and Hibernians Waylaying anyone they can get their hands on. I made some pretty remarkable kills while inside the Albion occupied keep which im sure will get me noticed, especially by Zimzum an Albion who I managed to save on the Caledonia wall. I also managed to hijack a seige ram the Midgards were using to tear down the door. By sabotaging it I managed to prevent them from getting in and gave the Hibernians time to ambush them. I think I will take out my flask and rest here for the night. There shall be many battles coming in the next few days I should be well rested for.

Marks

Askubor (1), Fafri (1), Frelam (1), Fyonal (1), Larris (1), Raegnor (1), Shinobiwan (1), Thuerg (1)

11th Year, 1st Moon, 22nd Day: Realm: Hibernia
Hunting the Hunter

Today I took a trip into town to get some of my equipment blessed by a local Alchemist. I had lunch at the Gaiscioch house in Fanach Mala and then made way back to Caledonia for a brief hunt. I managed to track down and slay a Kobold Hunter by the name of Pint, who far exceeded his stay in Caledonia. He managed to get a resurrection after the first time but soon after he stood again I swiftly placed my daggers into his spine. I think even Anu heard the crunch of his spine on that one. Needless to say he was well on his way home to Midgard after that one. After slaying the hunter I wandered for a short while and decided to catch some sleep.

Marks

Pint (2)

11th Year, 1st Moon, 20th Day: Realm: Hibernia
The Waylaying

The sun grew warm today while I sat and waited for the doors of the Midgard Keep to open. I waited many hours, sitting and sharpening my daggers. The door opened at last. Soon after a Bonedancer appeared with his legion of undead. I left the summoner alone, as I knew a fight of one on 4 would be a bit overwhelming. Soon after Theorn, the same Kobold I had been stalking the last few nights appeared. He followed the Bonedancer down the hill to attack some of my fellow Hibernians that had set up an ambush to the north. I snuck up behind Theorn and quickly dispatched a whirl of pain upon him. His body fell limp to soil and I managed to capture this image of his mangled body.

I waited patiently for his return knowing the Shaman back in Midgard would surely raise his body from the grave. Soon enough Theorn, Wikser, and the Shadowblade Absyn exited the protection of the Midgard Keep. I followed them cautiously to the ruined Hibernian temple. They waited anxiously for a foe to attack them. I received word that the Hibernians would be arriving shortly and was ordered to buy some time. I began toying with them scattering a bunch of Lo gems about on the temple floor. Each time I dropped one they rushed to it. For several minutes I instilled paranoia in their hearts. Alas the Hibernian force arrived and I was ordered to take Theorn down once again. I dispatched him quickly jumping to the aid of a fellow nightshade to bring down the Norseman Warrior Wikser. Upon Wikser's death I attacked the Shadowblade Absyn along side my comrades and alas the raiding party was finished. It was after this that I decided to rest a while so I could sharpen my daggers a bit more. I left flowers of the dead's graves and I'm hopping my family had time to find their souls. If not I shall kill them again.

Marks

Absyn (1), Theorn (3), Wikser (1)

11th Year, 1st Moon, 19th Day: Realm: Hibernia
The Hunt for Theorn

A Kobold Shaman stepped from the gates of the Midgard keep. Wandering around the protected lands for quite a while, this suspecting kobold attempted to draw an opponent into the protective zone. I sat and waited, patiently like a child waiting for his mum to place his food on the table. For what seemed like forever I watched as he danced from one side to the other like one of the street performers in Tir na Nog. Alas he decided to step out of the range and attack a simple spider. My window opened and I moved in for the kill. As I snuck up upon him something made him alert and he escaped from my grasp. The next morning he came back and I was waiting. Again he danced around the protective area this time being as bold as an ox. I waited, and waited, and remained patient. Nearly 3 days had passed since I had slain my last Midgard and yet I have yet to experience a trip through the otherworld. He became secure with his surroundings and decided to make a run to the riverbed. Right when I thought I had once again let him escape he turned around and came back. I placed myself in his way and quickly thrust my daggers into he neck spilling blood onto the soil. He grabbed his neck and began to run but my poisons had him. I chased him down and with his last breath I thrust my dagger into his spine ripping the last life he had out of him. As his body fell to the ground I dropped a flower to remember my family.

Marks

Theorn (1)

11th Year, 1st Moon, 16th Day: Realm: Hibernia
First Blood on Caledonia

As I stepped out of the keep onto Caledonia soil, the rain hammered unto the ground like a blacksmith pounding his anvil. The ground was saturated with water causing my feet to stick in the mud. After a short while I caught the scent of troll heading towards Caledonia keep. I began to follow what looked to be a group of 18 Midgards heading to lay seige on the Albion held keep. Alas one young Frostalf Spiritmaster by the name of Okeanos chased the force dragging behind him a lost soul. His delay was his demise. I spilt his blood onto the soil near the archer hill and swiftly placed flowers at his grave. I do hope my family had time to find his soul before the Midgards managed to bring him back.

The night went on and I managed to slay 4 other midgards one of which twice. By nights end the keep had fallen, Midgard banners now shine high over Caledonia. I shall spend the night in the woods near the midgard keep waiting for another opportunity to slay another troll. Until next time.

Vengeance and Remembrance.
Fear the Dagger, Welcome the Rose.

Marks

Corstaad (1), Kiusata (1), Mordziek (2), Okeanos (1), Praemeth (1)

11th Year, 1st Moon, 12th Day: Realm: Hibernia
Breakfast

This morning I woke from under my usual tree, noticing the path towards the keep had been well traveled while I was away. I began following the tracks all the way to Caledonia's doors where I found about 14 Midgards sieging the now Hibernian ruled keep. One Kobold stood out among the others. He constantly was sending blessings to the other wounded soldiers and I knew, this was my mark of opportunity. I waited quite a while before an Albion mage sent his minions after the group and then fled the other way. The force of Midgards left the keep leaving my mark behind. While the healer casted his blessings I snuck up behind him quickly slitting his throat and spilling blood onto the cold riverbed. His body fell limp face down into the sand. I quickly made haste back to keep. Before I rested again I managed to slay one other. I shall return tonight to see if I might find a few more to slay.

Marks

Dabrak (1), Theorn (1)

11th Year, 1st Moon, 10th Day: Realm: Hibernia
Preperations Begin

The road has been long and tiresome. I have once again resurfaced with new skills and a better understanding of my foes. I look to Caledonia with much anticipation. It has been 11 seasons since I last spilt the blood of the Norse and many moons since my last entry.

Mi lady Twryhyggyr of the Gaiscioch na Anu family is placing her finishing touches on mi armor before I make way to Caledonia soil. A few more days stand between me and final test. The nightmares are growing worse. I keep having visions of my mother burning alive. Will these dreams ever cease? Perhaps Caledonia will bring me answers. Perhaps after I slay some more Norsemen my people will allow me to rest.

Marks

None

10th Year, 11th Moon, 29th Day: Realm: Hibernia
Cold night in Mount Collory

Tis the third night I have spent in Mount Collory this week. My techniques have been improving quite well, however the spraggonale's I have been slaying have been getting a bit shyer these past days. I think tonight I shall begin making way to Failte, so I can pay my respects before I continue my training. I hope to be on track and ready to enter Caledonia before the 15th day after the next moon. My thirst for the blood of the Midgards grow, as my nightmares are getting worse. Is there no escape from these memories? I must seek the answer, and one day when my family can rest in peace, perhaps these dreams will vanish. Blood Spilt: A couple spraggonale

Marks

None