| Diary and Logbook; The tales of the worst one | |
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| Topic Started: 7 Jun 2016, 11:51 PM (131 Views) | |
| CloudIX | 7 Jun 2016, 11:51 PM Post #1 |
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Journey to the Uncharted In this book, I'll write my story and my memos. It won't be good or pretty, but I will fill it with memories and tales. Edited by CloudIX, 12 Jun 2016, 12:55 AM.
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| CloudIX | 8 Jun 2016, 01:10 AM Post #2 |
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Prologue Dear Father. It's been another year, and sadly I bring the same sad news again. The letter from the Academy should arrive earlier than mine, and you might have seen the result. Once again, I am sorry. I do yearn to make you and mother proud. But alas, I fully understood that my physical condition is not suitable to be a soldier, let alone to be a knight or warrior like both of you. I really appreciate your patience and mother... motivation through harsh training over my early year. To be honest, I am both afraid and ashamed to meet her right now. Tell her I am sorry that I could not run faster, or could not be strong enough to don her armour. I am sorry to not be able to pass any of the physical exam the which Academy gave, yet I still beg and stay there for years. As usual, the Instructor told me to pursue another career, and after many years, I begin to consider his advice. But I could not forgot what Grandmaster told me when I was a kid. To not give up so easily to the hands of fate. I still keepsake the book that he gave me. I could not forget the time that he told me even a person like me, who earned the nickname "The Worst One" could be a knight protector, just like you. But I have to admit, things start to get weary. The feeling of being the weakest which used to burn my spirit, start dwindling. I do want to leave this naive dream of mine, yet I realize if I do it right away, I will regret it forever. So upon that, I decided to pursue my selfish dreams for one last time. Perhaps I would succeed to prove the Grandmaster's story. Perhaps I would realize that I have to bow down to the threads of fate, and come home. Perhaps I would never come home or even perish in my journey. But whichever the result, I am sure that this is what I desire. I will try to write home again, though I am not sure whether the letter could arrive in your hand, father. But rest assured, I could promise you that in every waking hour of myself, I will try to step further, even if it was just a small step. Thank you for everything, and I will remember the word that you always told me. "Sic Parvis Magna" I hope we could meet again someday. Until then, please take a good care of mother and sisters. Love Lex Edited by CloudIX, 12 Jun 2016, 12:55 AM.
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| CloudIX | 14 Jun 2016, 06:48 PM Post #3 |
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Day 6 since arrival. I've met with a lot of people here in VOC. What surprised me is their hospitality towards others. I thought this band of... "mercenaries" and oddjobs were much worse then the academy knights. But they proved to be friendly and caring. Even the noble from the house of Este is very kind, unlike those squires and knights. We camped on a beautiful prairie. The locals is kind and the food is awesome. I've never know that you could make a milk taste tangy-sweet like this. I've meet and greet some of the Voyage Order personel. Sir Krall, an elf, is the first one who talk to me. He seems wise and poised gentleman. I'm interested in hearing his story or guidance in the future. Sir Seng is a funny person that have a different idea of greetings and handshake than me. It is wonderful to see a culture so different than our boring nobility and politics. Among those people that I've yesterday, four of them strikes a deep impression towards me. Sir Ephream from the House of Este reminds me dearly of my family's teaching. I am glad to see that a noble, whom dubbed foolish in the Academy, still exist. He is the perfect archetype of the knight that my father would've be proud of. But sadly, on the same mission, I was dancing in the brink of death twice. Perhaps that is a stern reminder of my limitation. But do not worry, I am far from giving up. This maybe a sign for me that I might have to seek elsewhere. Why I am still be able to write this things are thanks to Miss Fredja or Freya (since I could not pronounce her name right). She's an energetic and strong woman, and oddly, wield the same weapon as Mother. It is embaressing that I have mistaken her voices as a voice of my mother, or an angel from the afterlife. She likes music, the sound of the sea, and swimming. I recall she said something about her family as a sailor or something. She said that she's running away from an arranged marriage from her father. I do hope that her father will be alright. Speaking of that, her father somewhat starts as a skinny guy when he was young, and end up hulking with muscles. I wonder what ocean could do to your muscle mass. Perhaps I will conduct a research about it in the future. Miss Emma is the one who lure me into this adventure. She's kinda odd and sometimes talk to herself. If what Freya said was correct, she was curious about a [ruin] somewhere not far from our basecamp. Though she use treasure to motivate us, she have not yet analyzed the danger or situation of that ruins. But nonetheless, I somewhat believe that she did not have any bad intentions. Finally there's Miss Hertha Lagrange. I recall that she was a one of the noble from Lagrange family in the Nether Land. There's not much that I recall about her, but she's kind enough to be concerned of her companions. She seems to be a capable duelist and fencers. Perhaps I could learn a thing or two from her. Well, that is all for now. I should go to sleep and wake up earlier tomorrow. I think I'll try to read and dechiper the tome from him. Who knows, it might be interesting. Lex. |
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| CloudIX | 18 Jun 2016, 12:32 PM Post #4 |
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*Pages filled with scribbles* Day 18 Since Arrival Maybe I'll regret this, but it seems I do not have much time to write bout details this time, but I will try to log everything notable. The old nightmare are coming back, which makes me wonders what's everyone doing back home. As usual, I'll treat this as a reminder of how weak I am, and why I must seek greater power. Perhaps it is because of the [spellbook], but lately the whispers are getting annoying. Might have to do something about that, soon. The tome somehow become comprehensible to me now. And on the first verse, an Owl, which called himself Courage pops out. On the contrary, he is quite timid and shy. Well, the tome said that he is a part of myself, and a manifestation of my true self. That means I have to become stronger and less being a coward. I meet some new people, and I think it is more effective to just make a list of them: - Karen Maximoff: As her father describe, she is a capable combatant. Mainly used unarmed attacks, and quite competent in taking down enemies. As personality, she is just as a usual woman. A sporty one, though. If you do not want any broken bones, do not mess with her. - Lea: A combatant utilizing hammer and shield. Despite her small appearance, she seems to be able to withstand a blow that could send me straight to hell. Also an able frontline combatant. She seems to be younger than me, and reminds me of my sisters back home. A bit airheaded. She's interested with Coco and paintings. I hope Coco could get along well with her. - Richard: A muscleman with an attitude. A nice and straightforward person. Though somewhat reckless, he's quite strong and dependable. Might have to tweak any strategies with his deployment and position. Fond of liquor and pretty girls (i mean, who doesn't). - Gracia: A Major from Hvaast. Have a blindspot on her left side, and using eyepatch on her left eye. Make mental note to reposition her properly. An able fencer with sword and shield, but are much stronger in physical strength than I am. Have a bit of confidence issue, which could result badly in some situation. I wonder what happened to the squad she led. (Left empty, to be added) There's a quite a problem with Goblins and Orcs around here. Might have to investigate further about it. Edited by CloudIX, 19 Jun 2016, 03:38 PM.
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| CloudIX | 18 Jun 2016, 12:34 PM Post #5 |
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*Drawing of [Noctis] and [Demon]* Hobgoblin -> Rough weaponry and equipment. Chances of them having foundry. Consider their rank and sporadic activity. Hamlet -> No survivor, necromancy. Source from a [Shrines]. Dead animals and living dead (humanoid). Consider why it started recently, what fuel does it needs, and what kind of spell responsible for it |
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| CloudIX | 2 Jul 2016, 02:13 PM Post #6 |
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Logbook from Mission (VOC 127) Location: [On the Cave/Elven Shrine of [Verdandi] which were desecrated into a fiend shrine] [Rough drawing of the surrounding] - The [Banshee] could able to possessed living being (orcs and human) - The [Banshee] could reanimate dead orcs and command it - The Fiend was called Rosa from Sina. - The summoning of the [Succubus] requires sacrifice (from [Manticore, Orcs and Human] - The apparatus that was used called [Grinder], to grind living being and used what's remain to fuel the sacrifice - In order to prevent the summoning, a living being must occupied some [magic circle]. The previous one contains 3 Magic circle - The order of apparatus: Manticore -> Orcs -> Human. Each need around 6 seconds to grind. <Will be updated for other information, and feel free to contact me> < >
Edited by CloudIX, 2 Jul 2016, 02:32 PM.
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| CloudIX | 5 Jul 2016, 12:27 AM Post #7 |
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Day 87 since Arrival Friends. A word that I have try to ignore for a long, long time. I try to believe in it once, and it's cost me greatly. How could I forget how it feels to be betrayed, used, and discarded? Since my earliest age, I am determined to be a knight like my father and mother. But never I have thought the world could be that cruel. The Academy is a living hell for me. Those nobles only befriend people if they could reap something for themselves. And a weak, naive soul like me is a perfect target for them. They trick me and blame me for their failure. They left me bleeding to death. They torture me just for jest, and even rape me. Heck, they even once sold me as a sex slaves to the enemy tribes. I am quite glad that those days will not repeat. I cannot tell my family about this, since it would disappoint them. By surrendering to those bastards, that means I am lost. I have lost everything there. Part of my dignity, my honor, and perhaps my mind. I won't let them have the luxury of seeing me running away. I have to hold on. But being in the very bottoms have it's merit. You have nothing to lose, and less to fear. Your form of communications becomes trickery and deceptions. And you don't have to afraid of losing anything, since you have none. But here, I somehow feels unease. The way Freya treat me afterwards is weird. I do not expect her to be that nice after what I've done towards her. I expect the same coldness and ruthlessness from those nobles, but yet, despite her current reaction, she seems to still concern about me. Gin Seng, a person that could morph into a [Panda], is also a bit strange. For a stranger, he is far too kind. Somehow his act and voices soothes me, and he seems to be the first one to offers me aid without any drawback. For the first time since forever, I feel that there's someone to stood beside me equally. He is the first person I considered a friend, and I do hope I will not make a mistake by doing that. I feel that I should learn from him, especially those "inner peace" he used to mutters. Then there's Hertha. I thought that I could predict and comprehend her at first, but she also seems different. Though she speaks in a way similar to those noble, she is surprisingly kind. She told me that the power I seek is a company of friends, which surprises me. She kind enough to train me, though it handicapped me by not able to use magic. We'll see what would happen next. Karen once said to me that this is a place to seek for power. But just like Hertha, she said that I shouldn't look for it. Then what should I do? I will not accept defeat that easily. Grace told me that I should not burden myself with everything alone. But to whom I should share it? Up until recently, I have no one to trust but myself. And lastly comes Lea. I do not know what have gotten into me, but the moment I saw her, I immediately recall my sisters back home. Why the hell did I preach about kindness towards her? A person like me? Perhaps deep inside I feel obliged to tell her that the world still have kindness or so. But wouldn't it be lying to her? But seeing her smiles and act makes me feel that I supposed to said that words. Dear Urdr, you might be tired of hearing my rants, but please help me. Part of me want to start anew and believe again, but the conscious part of me says no. By having friends, then I will have something, even something precious to hold on. Those feelings will breed fear of loss, and will results in weakness. But seeing those people, it might be correct to do so. It also feels surprisingly serene and nice. This is much worse then despair or failure. I am at loss and confused. What should I do next? Lex Edited by CloudIX, 5 Jul 2016, 01:18 AM.
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