Nenia's Background

When I close my eyes and sleep, I dream of another world. I dream of another place.
I feel like I am fourteen again.
I have a mother and a different father.
I also have a brother.

When I wake up, all I know is my father, Maximillion.

Father, a senior member of the Order, had raised me within the Esteric Order of Aureon. My father has told me that I have an extraordinary gift for magic. Apparently I was performing parlour tricks since I was a toddler, but for that I have no memory. I ask my father why don't I remember growing up and why don't I remeber my mother. He tells me that I was put throught a test by the Order at an early age and it had a profound affect on my memory. The healers have told me that they belive that my brain does not want me to remember the tortures I was put through in the test.

I have always felt out of place. I always felt that I do not belong.

My father and Ragnolin are acquantiances and my father would often recommend some of his pupils to expand their use of the magic arts by participating in adveutres organized the Clifftop Adventuer's Guild. I had requested to join the Guild to experience life outside of the Order. There was this pent up urge I needed to fulfill, and I didn't think the Order was where I needed to be.

I told my father of my decision, and the sheer disapproval from my father had my soul in knots. As I left the Order he had told me "You will be back. You will carry on my legacy." To this day, I'm very afraid of what he had said. It was cold -- very cold -- even evil in a way.

On the morning after my 18th birthday, I set forth under the guidance of Ragnolin and the further adventures that are in store.

When I close my eyes and sleep, I dream of another world. I dream of another place. In my heart's heart, I know I have made the right choice.

Jonathon's Journal - Mission to save Katernix

So here we are. Taking an extended rest in a 1,000 year old castle deep within the mountains. Cramped in a small room with dead bodies and a smelly dwarf that is resting. Smells like Mountain Dew in here. Gross.

The day started nice enough. Delver’s Dale is such a beautiful town. As we approached Arawai cast a soft shadow over the town with a magnificent sun rise giving it a majestic feel.

We started making our way over to the Rusty Kettle when we heard screams of battle from Hobgoblins and Ogres. I hadn’t met an Ogre in battle before but heard stories of their strength. While the group was making plans for Sterling and Braddoc to ensure Katernix was safe I wasn’t listening. Dol Dorn had a test for me today. Too meet an Ogre on the battle field. After asking Dol Dorn to bless us with divine defensive magic, I began running towards the screams. Damn, Armor. I mean, it looks cool and has saved my life many times, but I wanted to go solo against that Ogre. My speed was no match though as the party quickly overtook me. Of all people. Ethan arrived first and was getting the glory of laying the smack down on the Ogre. From a brief moment during the battle I thought Dol Dorn was playing a joke on me. But I didn’t worry long. The combination of my blessing from Dol Dorn and Olladra luck meant Ethan would live to see another day. At least that thought made me smile. I think I’m binging to like have Ethan around after all. But, what a fool. Charging an Ogre head on like that with a puny weapon and no armor. How has he survived this long?

After dispatching the Ogre we ran back to the Rusty Kettle to find Braddoc nearly dead. From the survivors stories he fought with honor to the last breathe worthy of stories in Dol Arrah’s name. I’m so happy he was still alive. The thought of having to bury Braddoc gives the creeps. I hope I never oversee another funeral. Thank you to The Host for looking out for him today!

Kartenix and his son were kidnapped by hobgoblins. Before we could decide on the next course of action we were called to some diplomats chambers. We were informed that in addition to the towns folks that were kidnapped a number of Aureon artifacts were stolen from the church. The hobgoblins must be working for someone. They can’t be doing that on their own. The items are apparently left over from another time when humans and goblins were at war. They must be retrieved. After a short conversation we promised to return them and asked the town for horses.

Hours after leaving the town, we had to leave the horses behind to climb sections of the mountain. Again, armor sucks for climbing. I was useless and needed the assistance of my friends. And hot. Good grief. While everyone was busy it seemed appropriate to lead a prayer session to Aureon to ask for assistance in finding the Hobgoblins that stole his artifacts. I definitely felt his presence. The chants had a noticeable effect in lifting the spirits of my tired comrades. Aureon wants us to succeed in this mission. I’m sure of it.

We get to the top of the cliff and out of no where get attacked by three hippogriffs. If it was just one I would have tried scaring it off. But there were three and if we didn’t take the threat seriously one of us might have died. We killed two and drove the other away. Afterwards, I sat and prayed too Balinor too look after the souls of those Hippogriffs. Afterall, they were doing what came natural to animals. They were looking for food. During my prayers, I heard a few party members discussing the value of Hippogriff eggs. If they ever dare, Balinor, please bless me with your might to lay the smack down and set my friends right.

Though we were tired we pressed on as there were people to save. We made it to the entrance of this old castle and dispatched four hobgoblins and two goblin archers in the main room. I grabbed one of them near the end so we could interrogate him. After a few minutes he decided it was in his interest to talk. He gave us some valuable info on the castle and its occupants. I gave him my word that we would let him go free. Damn, Ethan to hell. Why does he not understand the honor in keeping ones word? And Delian? He is a Paladin of the Silver Flame. I thought they were bound by a personal code of conduct for this type of circumstance. Perhaps I’ve been wrong about him. The way he fights as well. He skulks around like a rat sometimes, not like a warrior. How did he get blessed with Knighthood? He has confirmed my suspicions. The Silver Flame has much lower standards than the Sovereign Host and has proven that he can’t be trusted to keep his word like most Paladins.

What Ethan doesn’t realize is that I’m waiting for him to fall asleep so I can walk out in the main chamber to bring the unconscious hobgoblin outside, stripe him of weapons, heal him and then release him. I am duty bound to keep my word. He may not trust the word of the host but it’s a matter of principle. It’s a small risk that I’ll be seen and attacked on my own but if that happens so be it. If the lone goblin tries anything stupid then I’ll waste no time in killing him.

After we came into this second room we ran into a swarm of insects and a few more hobgoblins. I chased after two of them. When I ran around the corner I set off a trap that nearly killed a dwarf in the corner. Spikes! After a quick prayer to Dol Dorn I knocked down the one in front of me with such a powerful attack it knocked him back. Moving quickly to get off the spikes I jumped on top of the prone hobgoblin. The battle continued for a few more moments. While Sterling was distracting the one in the corner with the trap lever I was lifting the dwarf up to save him from impending doom. One more attack from the spikes and he would be dead. Delian rounds the corner and trips the trap even after he was warned. After today’s events nothing will surprise me anymore from followers of the Flame.

We eventually free the dwarf and have now decided to rest overnight in this room. We are all exhausted. I healed the dwarf enough so he is in no danger of dying. But he is in no condition to talk until the morning.

Good. I think Ethan is asleep. The dwarf is comfortable. Let’s see if I can sneak out of here now to go free to Hobgoblin. If anyone is awake, they can join me if they wish. But heaven forbid, they are not stopping me. May the Host be with us.