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[Gryhm Greymalkin]

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My, legs…. Why do my legs not want to work? So hard to move, crawling on my hands. The air tastes… different somehow. What did Jonathan do to me?

Must find clothes, it’s cold, as if its wintertime almost. A robe, a black robe, this will do nicely yes.

Legs still don’t want to work. Who was that young man upstairs? It matters not, must find the exit to this place. There it is. The handle, so far. Reach dammit reach! YES!

On my knees, legs beginning to get some feeling back. Still can’t stand, but I can crawl now. Water, I’m by the ocean. Wash face…

Oh by the gods! That reflection! Is that me? I’m so… old! I try to scream in rage… nothing. My voice is nothing.

That city across the bay… Skara? It looks so different larger than I remember. My farm must be to the south. Must see if Myra is still alive, tell her what happened to me. This must be a trick! I can’t be this old. Yes that’s it, it’s the night air playing with my reflection.


I’ve crawled for nearly three hours, this is the spot of my farm, and I remember that large boulder. I don’t remember it being so weathered, but it IS the same boulder.
Where is the farmhouse? It was here, this I know. I built it with Wallace, it took us a month to finish.

That sign, I can’t quite make out the words. Looks almost like “Wallace Ranch” but the year for it being established cant be correct. That’s ten years from now… isn’t it?

How long was I gone?

Stables. Yes, must get a mount. Ah, here’s one of promise. Vengeance, such a name for a mount indeed and already saddled. Must… pull… harder, climb the reigns.

Exhausted, need food, must get to Skara and maybe some answers… eyes heavy... blacking ou…

[Gryhm Greymalkin]

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It’s been about three weeks now since my freedom came about. It still feels like yesterday that the Devin family found me, the ones who now own my old farm. To my surprise, they were not upset at my attempt to steal the mount named Vengeance.
I’ve been working on this farm rebuilding my strength and sharpening my reflexes. I’ve also been catching up on history. According to Jerold Devin, I have been away 340 some odd years. All those I once knew are dust by now.

All because of my brother, Jonathan…

To my surprise and delight, he still lives by use of Magery and alchemy. It’s a secret I hope to extract from him before I lay his innards out in the sun to shrivel like a prune.

This afternoon, I am heading to Britain to the library. Hopefully to look up records and catch up on 340 years worth of history. And find out what happened to Myra, my wife.

My wife, my life, my destiny, all has gone now.

All because of my brother Jonathan…

[Greyskull]

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It’s been over a month since Burfoot accidentally freed Gryhm Greymalkin. He was ordered by Greyskull to find his trail and report anything he found.
This morning he finally caught a break…

It seems Gryhm had entered Britain a few days ago. He went to the library and began to look up old documents and historical records. It also appeared that Gryhm was not pleased with what he had found.

Burfoot talked to one of the librarians. The one he recently befriended to help find out Greyskulls’ true age. He was upstairs and heard a commotion, as he came downstairs, he saw a fairly large man with a choke hold on a fellow librarian screaming “Where are the Records of the Dominion!” to which the poor young librarian again replied “Sir! There are no records!”

Gryhm then threw the librarian across the room and smashed him into a bookcase, knocking it over causing books to be strewn all about. Burfoot thanked his friend for his help. Before he left, he asked, “What happened to the other librarian?” The reply was “He received a concussion and required a brace for a broken neck, but the healers expect him to survive.”

Burfoot returned home shortly afterwards.

“Old man! You around?” Burfoot screamed as he entered the Villa.
“Downstairs Bur”

Burfoot told Greyskull of his encounter with his friend, and Grey nodded as he heard the news.

The old man stroked his beard a bit and pondered his next move. If Gryhm was going through historical records looking for Dominions past, he won’t find any. The elders of Britain at the time decided to squash any and all records of them from all historical documents. If anyone had ever read them, they would know the tactics used to nearly defeat all that was good and righteous.

There were other documents too he was sure of. Perhaps even…

“Burfoot, I need you to head to the Cove graveyard.”
“Why?” Bur asked as he tilted his head
“Because Gryhm could be heading there. It’s where his wife was buried, and where his sons’ great great grandchildren still live. I doubt very much he would be in a very good mood when he finds his wife married his best friend and raised his son as his own.” The old man rubbed his temples a bit wearily and Burfoot nodded “Ok Grey, I’ll see what I can find out. And Grey, I really am sorry for all this. I didn’t mean…”
“It’s alright Bur” Grey replied and waved his hand to dismiss the Halfling.

When Burfoot left, the old man pulled out a small jeweled box and opened it. Inside was the now broken gem of the Meer necklace.

“If only…”