Dernhil loophole blog #3:
It's been a few more days since I last wrote. My head is beginning to clear, and my health is returning. After Anhil departed with my "remains", I received word that most of Innail was in mourning. It brings warmth to my heart to know so many care for me.
From where I am now, wandering farther from Innail's soild white walls, I wonder what I am leaving behind-there are so many questions I want, need, to ask, and yet there is no one
I am overwhelmed. Perhaps I have been in solitary for too long, and have forgotten the strange, unpredictable ways of humans. I had been certain that no one would ever sympathize with me, and perhaps I am mistaken, but I do believe that some souls out there may pity me. And I do not know why I have even posted this. I have not been so unsure about anything in such a long time.
Nothing in this world, apart from us Elidhu, ever
Updated April 10th, 2009 at 11:25 AM by mystryder
Malgorn is sleeping, and i dont have much to do. So i spend my time looking at the birds outside. As I looked at the birds, i wondered, do animals miss their families too? Did they cry when they found out that their offsprings are gone? The pain is still here on my heart. I cannot remove the longing to see her again.
I looked at Malgorn, did he miss her too? If so, then why is he jolly still? like nothing happened to our daughter? The thought hurts like a needle pressed into my heart.
Updated March 18th, 2009 at 05:17 AM by Maerad(",)
I'm sorry for the delay. I've been fairly busy over here working in the Healing Houses. My hand is now slightly better, but I have scratches on it from Irc.
In the Healing Houses, they have roughly ten people that have a mysterious illness. I do not know what it is. I have only been able to cure two people freom it. The sickness drains my energy fairly quickly.
I finally managed to wash off the stupid glitter. Irc is very mad now and won't talk to
Malgorn is sick! maybe from his exhaustion in work. He is lying on the bed all day, and I, as his noble wife, am taking care of him. He have a fever and cold. I don't know how did he get that, maybe from the other bards?
I remembered the White Sickness, and the people who's infected by it. They are burned alive in their own homes and left by their families until they die. Oh, as a healer, i wish i can find a cure to help them. But only powerful bards can do that of course, like Nelac.
(Zelika Loophole Blog #7)
Nisrah and Sunara are alive.
They sit with me as I write, my brother and sister. They are both scarred terribly, and Sunara still limps from a leg wound, but they are alive and safe and with me. I do not care about Irak'gar or Mikerh right now. I do not even care about Hem and Saliman and the others. I have some family left and I will not let them go.
There is more. Sunara was so confused when we found her. She told us animals
(Zelika Loophole Blog #6)
Annar is a beautiful place. We arrived today, and I love it already. It is a little bit cooler than the Suderain, so I wear long sleeved shirts and tunics now. It is still spring so some days are bit coldish. Mik is silly. He is skinny and weak to cold but he still wears the same shirt all the time. And it has short sleeves. He has a cold now. I warned him but he listen not.
We see a few children looking dazed. Some wandered this far from
It's been days since i wrote to this journal. Two days, i guess?
It's because of the Meet. The Meet is still far but the first bard told us to arrange the ceremonies earlier. I already finished my work, so i will be writing here again.
Nothing happened special today, except that i heard that Cadvan was missing. I am not so sure if this rumor is true, but that is ill news. I dont know what will be Malgorn's expression when he heard it. I am terribly concerned about him.
Updated March 14th, 2009 at 12:55 AM by Maerad(",)
I can't sleep. Every time I close my eyes, I always see the little boy named Mark with those hulls. Nothing seems to be able to get rid of this nightmare. Since I can't get rid of it, I'm going to share it. Hopefully this will lighten my burden.
Panic floods through my veins as the Hull leads me outside to the little garden. THe moon is nowhere to be seen, and the stars don't seem to shine as bright tonight. Everything seems to be sick. The trees don't rustle in the
(Zelika Loophole Blog #5)
Finally we have arrived! The damage is much little to what we thought. Some buildings are almost intact! I finded Saliman's Bardhouse, and it is standing, though Hem's room caved in. We stay now to repair it. I hope Saliman will thank me when we meet. Irak'gar is strong now that we eaten more and we are not stick-thin. I are strong too, but he is big and I is small. Our other friend, Mikerh, is not strong enough to help yet.
I forget to talk
Updated March 13th, 2009 at 05:12 PM by Maiablackwolf
It is cold in my world, as cold as I feel now.
There is a gaping hole in my heart, where I bury all my hurt and pain. Maerad's betrayal nearly killed me, though I cannot die. I have not felt such strong emotions for such a long time, and they had never been as intense as they are now.
Will my heart ever heal? It seems not; not now. The wounds in my heart are fresh, and as painful as the day she left me. I know she resents
The wind is howling outside, and the beginnings of a blizzard transform the landscape into a blank white country. It is a new canvas, waiting for an artist to express him or herself.
I know not why many dismiss my kingdom as bleary and dead. True, there is a certain beauty in the things that grow, however brief their life, and in flowers and trees. There is none of that here. But there is another beauty, one ageless and pure. There is
Updated April 10th, 2009 at 11:26 AM by mystryder
There are things that are not all they seem.
It seems that our sense of death is not what it used to be.
Old friends are coming back. Dernhil is alive. Zelkia is alive.
And the spring is awakening in Annar.
I am in Innail now, the place that I think will always be my home, the place that is my home even more than Pellinor is. I am surrounded by the place I love and people I love.
So why do I feel a sense of loss?
Dernhil loophole blog #2: (this does take place before the Singing, obviously my friends)
I have long since figured out my situation- it seems with the help of Silvia and Malgorn I have been cured of my deathly state. Perhaps my lack of profient studies in Magery helped me live and yet protect my friends; that is what things appear to be. I hope with all my heart Maerad and Cadvan are alright.
No one knows I am alive, it seems. Not even my brother Anhil, who was given
Updated March 12th, 2009 at 04:52 PM by kiaga89
(Zelika Loophole Blog #4)
Annaren Lessons are boring. They help. But they are boring. My friend Irak'gar teach me Annaren while we ride to Turbansk. I still make mistakes.
We are a day from Turbansk now. We fighted more dogsoldiers and one their beasts, but we are okay. I think Hem is in Annar now, so maybe I do not see him or Saliman in Turbansk, but I hope so.
The land is healing. We see birds, real animals, and Bard roads being used again. We maybe