Oliveryn's Journal

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posted Nov 11, 2008, 12:21 PM by Unknown user

I fear myself.  Is that right? No. I think its more, I fear for the people that I will someday rule.  I am not a ruler and never will be.  If the council gives me mayoralty I will turn it down and walk away.  I can not rule, in my heart of hearts I can not be bound by laws or politics to lead my hand.  A road with no end is my quest.  But I fear my life is played out before me. Before I can actually understand what I am suppose to do. 

Who says my grandfather is a tyrant? What is morality? What is good and what is bad?  If I take the throne will I be a better ruler then my grandfather or will the people call me a tyrant also.  Not so long ago even the Council of Houses were called tyrants for their treatment of the underclass.  Is my grandfather actually better then what will come after him.  Maybe he is holding off something more evil then him, something that in light of all my grandfather, would block out the sun from the evil inside him.  I can not say and yet I feel what he is doing is wrong.  Yet, he still is my grandfather and I fear I will not be able to hurt him. Maybe that is my weakness, the weakness of knowing when someone is doing something bad, yet to scared to doing anything about it.  What is it called, the Sin of Omition.

I thurst for knowledge, but I feel my life is in danger constantly.  I fear that my life will be taken away from me and my songs will be lost forever. 

Recently I have been thinking of immortality and the possible ways in obtaining it.  I know its just a fancy of my mind, but if I could find a practical way to sustain myself beyond the grave, I might take it.  I hope, if I do take it, it will not cause more harm to the friends around me.  But then again, they would be mortal. Would I still count them as my friends?

~Oliveryn

Hardun Letter

posted Nov 10, 2008, 11:26 AM by Unknown user

Dear Grandfather,

I am deeply concerned on what is happening.  The carriage that you sent me arrived early this week with a group of young men from Troll's Bridge. Many of them try to convince me to join their cause against you.  Why would I do this? I dismissed them as their prince and they have not talked to me in days. I wonder if they might try to attack me openly?  On that note, a man claiming him self as Magnus Artural tried attacking me and my group of friends that I have made here.  He told me you sent him? Why would he attack me? Are you loosing your hold on your own minions, grandfather? I was not hurt in this battle but have killed Magnus by throwing him into a river.  I have in the mean time decided to stay in Redemption until spring.  This will give me time to end my relationship with father and the group here and also stop this group of men from Troll's Bridge from doing any harm.

How is my mother doing? Is she well? Ask her to write me?

Your Heir,
Oliveryn

A Long Time

posted Nov 7, 2008, 3:38 PM by Unknown user   [ updated Nov 8, 2008, 8:55 AM by Stephen Pliska-Matyshak ]

A long time.

It has been a while since I last wrote.  It has been months.  Things are changed in my life and things that I believed are now gone. I write in this journal to release a lot of thoughts I have in my head down on paper.  I feel it is easier to have them out and then think about them, then having them in my head to be lost.  I also guess this way is better than speaking to someone I cannot trust and have someone else over hear me.  With an attack by a vampire recently, it would make sense why I should write down my thoughts and actions then given them away to people that have loose tongues.  I can see why my grandfather does trust that many people, they talk too much.

From here on, I will be writing about my experiences that transpire and also duplicates of letters that I will be writing to different people. This is so that I can have a back up copy if need be.

~Oliver

The Road to Redemption

posted Apr 11, 2008, 4:32 PM by Christopher Smith   [ updated Apr 11, 2008, 4:32 PM by Stephen Pliska-Matyshak ]

Redemption.  That word has such meaning to it that its a great title to start my journal. I have started on a quest to find my lost father.  Its a quest that I will soon figure out who I am , who I want to be and what I should do with my life.  My father left me when I was just a child.  I never really got to know him much since he usually worked around my grandfather.  My mother tells me he was an entertainer, a court bard for my grandfather.  He was used to entertain noble guest in the manor house.  I do remember the last day I saw him.  He looked happy and excited.  He was telling my mom something and she just shook her head.  They had a fight that night but I could figure out why.  You have to remember I was just a child at the time.
Anyways I never saw him after that night. Mom said he left because he didn't want to have to deal with a child all the time. No one talks about him much and there wasn't that much of his belongings that we kept except his rosewood lute.  My mom told me to never touch it but I would sneak into the library at night after a snack and I would tune it.  I would strum the cords and pretend that I was my father, playing for a whole court of people.

Well those days are long and gone.  My mom told me the reason they wanted me to do this quest.  I have to find my father and give him back his lute.  The last single object still left of his.  Then I can come back and become the heir to Chicdell house.  My mom let me keep my fathers last name, Witson, but I don't know if I'll keep once I return.  I figured that my father would travel to Redemption because its the next local venue for him to perform.  Its just logical that he would do such a thing.  My mom always told me never to let my emotions control my actions.  To always think things out logically because all answers to life's questions and be answered logically.  So that why I picked Redemption to travel next to.  Plus I believe mother said something about him having a cousin in Redemption that he might have seen.

My mother gave a me a good education while I was learning all about the known world.  She is a wonderful teacher but sometimes her logic makes her seem cold.  I love life and I love to see the world but she makes it out to seem cold and distant.  Maybe its just the hard fact that she is loosing her son to a long trip, that me might not even find his father.  Its surprising to know that I think the counsel doesn't want me to succeed in this quest.  Because one, maybe my father left along time ago but he could still have died in inn four to eight years ago.  How can that help me?  If he is dead how can I return the lute.  I guess I could hunt down a cleric. Then see if he could contact my dad's dead spirit and then find someone to cast ghost touch on the lute so I can give him his lute back.  Do you think that would be cheating?  I wouldn't think so because technically I would be giving his lute back and he could except it.  Then maybe I could ask how he died or what not.  But then again he might still be alive but some place in a deep dark dungeons that I can't find him because he hiding to well. The second reason why the counsel doesn't want me to succeed is because I'm not pure born. I've heard them in the hallways talking about how I should be left behind if there is ever a fire in the manor.  What curel things to say.  I can tell that my mother does love me but when my father left I think he heart left with him.  She was never the same.  I'm the one that has to tell the jokes and get the laughter going, it used to be my mother.

Oh well, my mother is calling my.  The couch is here to take me to Redemption.  It truly is a fitting name to start a quest, Redemption.  Because it seems like I have to redeemed myself of all my fathers sins.

~Oliver

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