Ryzom

Sortilege sits by the fireplace in Dragonblade Hall deep in thought. She retrieves the worn leather journal from her pack, dips her quill on a vial of tinted sap and begins to write. Its been so long since I write. Where to start! Haldir returned from Corisar a few weeks ago in an incredibly ...

Following our movement of the Hall to Pyr, our days have been peaceful and happy. We have focused our energies in rebuilding. Our first step has been to replenish all the materials lost from the Hall Vault during the period of crisis. It has been a very time consuming endeavor but finally our Vault ...

After the outpost was transferred, and the agreement completed, we went to the old guild hall in Yrkannis. Haldir was talking with friends outside and I went in alone. A great anguish overwhelmed me. As I walked through the empty rooms, memories flooded my mind as if a great dam had burst and weaved ...

Haldir and I returned to the same charged external ambiance that we had left for a little while. Haldir was furious with Zyquo. He had every right to be. He had trusted him and in return had been betrayed. I was very disappointed too. I had told Haldir that Zyquo was an honorable man. It was my very ...

A few weeks after our return from our journeys another trek to Trykerland was planned for the Order. It was to take place on Holeth. This had to be the biggest congregation of Dragonblades I had ever seen. We had to form two groups to accommodate everyone. It was a fun trip and we all made it to ...

I awoke one morning and learned that the Order was in the process of conducting a trek to the land of the Trykers. I had awoken very late and missed it. My disappointment was great because I had heard of how beautiful the lakes were and how difficult it was to get there. As I walked around Yrkannis ...

Shortly after my first "day out," I decided that I should make Yrkannis my home. Being that the Order was headquartered there, and its Tests started there, it seemed like the logical thing to do. I soon realized that to buy an apartment, I would have to improve my relations with the Matis. I set out ...

I awoke to a crisp clear summer morning with high clouds and blue skies. With a fierce determination to find Vhael in this illusive city called Zora, I headed to the stables to buy passage to Zorai lands. To my surprise, there were no mounts available for hire. The stable boy informed me that I ...

(Sorti carefully rolls the parchment pages of her journal and tucks them away in the hem of her Zorai skirt while no one is looking) I was born in Jordheim many cycles past, a healer by profession of a long runic tradition. Fjorgynn Eirdottir was my name, a priestess of the great goddess Eir who ...

You are absolutely right, I am a Fyros living among the Matis. I guess I have to go to the desert and prospect there. Thank you so much for your reply.