Journal of Durmin
Posted: Tue Jun 27, 2006 5:12 pm
**The private journal of Durmin. This is something he keeps on his person at all time. It is private a glimpse into his mind. Remember if you meet him in game please does not reference what he has written in his journal during RP as its not something another character would know. Thanks and enjoy!**
Journal 3 Page 1
Ah a fresh journal. A new chronicle of my life, always feels like a new beginning when I start one of these.
Cold this morning, not used to cold, wet too, a dampness, not used to that either. Oh I am well versed in the water gathering ways of my people. Well versed in how to survive where survival is near impossible, but never experienced abundance like this. Curious.
The camp is situated near a precipice. It is large, the size of a decent sized village. A central building manned by the rangers, a Karavan envoy representing the factitious Jena. Powerful as they are, you often wonder how one could devote himself to something unseen; I see my sword that is all I need. Jena or the Kami, like there is some choice, as for me my loyalty lies with those who have the dapper.
The Zorai maintain a lot of control here, not surprising since this is first and foremost a ranger outpost some tall Zorai stands on a hill and seems to oversee the camp. My orders were to speak to him as soon as I arrived. Ill wait till tomorrow.
The Matis have a small section as well. They huddle close to their blessed Karavan and leer at passersby. Unfortunately they are also the only ones who sell any decent armor in this place, and I am in need so our paths will eventually cross and they can talk down to me and treat me like I am beneath them. I wonder how their disposition would change if they knew my history with their kind.
Fellow Fryos are situated on the far side of the camp, near the Kami, preaching the four pillars while selling weapons to passersby, the Trykers have a section of town as well, that is where I am staying, farther the way the better, hearing the preaching by my people sickens me. All the talk about truth and honor and one and on, the four pillars doesnt fill a belly.
Either way, its money, beats wandering in the desert.
Journal 3 Page 1
Ah a fresh journal. A new chronicle of my life, always feels like a new beginning when I start one of these.
Cold this morning, not used to cold, wet too, a dampness, not used to that either. Oh I am well versed in the water gathering ways of my people. Well versed in how to survive where survival is near impossible, but never experienced abundance like this. Curious.
The camp is situated near a precipice. It is large, the size of a decent sized village. A central building manned by the rangers, a Karavan envoy representing the factitious Jena. Powerful as they are, you often wonder how one could devote himself to something unseen; I see my sword that is all I need. Jena or the Kami, like there is some choice, as for me my loyalty lies with those who have the dapper.
The Zorai maintain a lot of control here, not surprising since this is first and foremost a ranger outpost some tall Zorai stands on a hill and seems to oversee the camp. My orders were to speak to him as soon as I arrived. Ill wait till tomorrow.
The Matis have a small section as well. They huddle close to their blessed Karavan and leer at passersby. Unfortunately they are also the only ones who sell any decent armor in this place, and I am in need so our paths will eventually cross and they can talk down to me and treat me like I am beneath them. I wonder how their disposition would change if they knew my history with their kind.
Fellow Fryos are situated on the far side of the camp, near the Kami, preaching the four pillars while selling weapons to passersby, the Trykers have a section of town as well, that is where I am staying, farther the way the better, hearing the preaching by my people sickens me. All the talk about truth and honor and one and on, the four pillars doesnt fill a belly.
Either way, its money, beats wandering in the desert.
