Post by colpoj on May 27, 2012 16:25:39 GMT -5
To those I knew, to those who knew me, to those I cared for and whom I hated, without reluctance or sorrow I say goodbye.
I am not the person I was when I came to this island, too much has changed, too much that could've been is now lost, and too much which should never have been has come about.
Men and women who should be dead are alive by my hand, and men and women who should live are dead. I am not the person I strove to be.
Sardior's clergy are few. Sardior is more than happy to oblige them by granting spells and special abilities to his followers. Sardior's clergy tend to be welcomed everywhere much as bards are, however they know not everyone is as friendly as they seem. A small group of his clergy, known as the ruby disciples, train to be a martial arm of the church, serve not only as a defense but also as a show of force.
I was once a ruby disciple. Welcomed, cared for. A conversationalist and warrior, but overall a person neutral to the workings of the world. That such behavior has been lost to me.
To Claire, a friend and a comrade in arms, I thank you. You have always been and will always be the only person on Siranda I could ever call a true friend
To Vesur, a mentor and a protector, nobody has helped me more times. However hated my decision to bring you back was, I would do it again in a heartbeat.
To Bardo, great merchant of Siranda, your low prices and cheerfully terrified persona sustained me and my equipment list during my climb to power in Siranda.
To Ghost, you may not have seemed important to me in the slightest, but if not for your terrifyingly effective aura, I would never have tried as I did to become the cleric I was. You pushed me into power, and for that I thank you
To Ashard, a fierce warrior. You may not have thought highly of me, in fact there wasn't a time we met you didn't call me a whore. Yet you taught me more than you will know in the art of war. I have learned from you, and I thank you for teaching
To Sin, a recent acquaintance yet no less important because of it. Very few people took the effort to talk to me, and fewer still ever even thought about the concept of gift giving. Although small tokens, they were greatly appreciated. Thank you for the moral boost that was given to me in the days before I left
To Lanae, we have not always seen eye to eye, yet a brilliant merchant for everything bardo had not you have always been, and at one point you were as close as most ever get to a friend. Your forgiveness is all I ask. Vesur did not deserve to rot in hell.
To Niamh, great druid of Siranda, I wish you look and prosperity. I hold no grudge against you, I hope you don't either. You raised me once, in a fight against a cleric. You told me 'Niamh glad raised Atiya'. I have not felt happier to hear those words in a long time. Thank you, for a brief moment, for making me feel important
And to everyone not mentioned above, your not getting a mention did not mean you meant any less to me than those mentioned above. To everyone I knew, I wish farewell. I do not intend to return for a long while.
I, Ayita Kveykva, hereby exile myself. I shall return once I have centered myself, and I have atoned for what I have done. Once my connection with Sardior is restored I shall return to Siranda, and I shall prove to myself and to those around me that change is possible.
*The note would be hung in the boarded house, a sword of Orcus plunged through it to hold it up. The sword itself would have engraved onto the side the word 'Maria'.*
I am not the person I was when I came to this island, too much has changed, too much that could've been is now lost, and too much which should never have been has come about.
Men and women who should be dead are alive by my hand, and men and women who should live are dead. I am not the person I strove to be.
Sardior's clergy are few. Sardior is more than happy to oblige them by granting spells and special abilities to his followers. Sardior's clergy tend to be welcomed everywhere much as bards are, however they know not everyone is as friendly as they seem. A small group of his clergy, known as the ruby disciples, train to be a martial arm of the church, serve not only as a defense but also as a show of force.
I was once a ruby disciple. Welcomed, cared for. A conversationalist and warrior, but overall a person neutral to the workings of the world. That such behavior has been lost to me.
To Claire, a friend and a comrade in arms, I thank you. You have always been and will always be the only person on Siranda I could ever call a true friend
To Vesur, a mentor and a protector, nobody has helped me more times. However hated my decision to bring you back was, I would do it again in a heartbeat.
To Bardo, great merchant of Siranda, your low prices and cheerfully terrified persona sustained me and my equipment list during my climb to power in Siranda.
To Ghost, you may not have seemed important to me in the slightest, but if not for your terrifyingly effective aura, I would never have tried as I did to become the cleric I was. You pushed me into power, and for that I thank you
To Ashard, a fierce warrior. You may not have thought highly of me, in fact there wasn't a time we met you didn't call me a whore. Yet you taught me more than you will know in the art of war. I have learned from you, and I thank you for teaching
To Sin, a recent acquaintance yet no less important because of it. Very few people took the effort to talk to me, and fewer still ever even thought about the concept of gift giving. Although small tokens, they were greatly appreciated. Thank you for the moral boost that was given to me in the days before I left
To Lanae, we have not always seen eye to eye, yet a brilliant merchant for everything bardo had not you have always been, and at one point you were as close as most ever get to a friend. Your forgiveness is all I ask. Vesur did not deserve to rot in hell.
To Niamh, great druid of Siranda, I wish you look and prosperity. I hold no grudge against you, I hope you don't either. You raised me once, in a fight against a cleric. You told me 'Niamh glad raised Atiya'. I have not felt happier to hear those words in a long time. Thank you, for a brief moment, for making me feel important
And to everyone not mentioned above, your not getting a mention did not mean you meant any less to me than those mentioned above. To everyone I knew, I wish farewell. I do not intend to return for a long while.
I, Ayita Kveykva, hereby exile myself. I shall return once I have centered myself, and I have atoned for what I have done. Once my connection with Sardior is restored I shall return to Siranda, and I shall prove to myself and to those around me that change is possible.
*The note would be hung in the boarded house, a sword of Orcus plunged through it to hold it up. The sword itself would have engraved onto the side the word 'Maria'.*
