Seraphim History Bk. II
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Title: Seraphim History Bk. II
Author: Ian Fallenhope
As Rohans lessons of kindness and benevolence were well instilled in her, she gave away her last possession to a needy person at the east bank. Her horse was eagerly accepted, and with thanks being said, she continued her mission. Asking for a gate to the Daemon Temple on Fire Island, she went forth to the top of the temple, and committed suicide. The only way she knew could return her to the daemons she was taken by, and inevitably had been bound to. The loss grieved me deeply, and henceforth I swore to avenge her for their savagry, I vowed to make them my mortal enemy.
So, in her undoing, she set herself free from this world, and set me into a mad fury of warfare upon their world. So having one less pupil on his hands Rohan spent his time perfecting his skill, and body, Terhan and I trudged along in ours, and the crusty old Doc, drank away his free time, when he had finished his work for the day.
Devil was almost becoming her ambition of GM scribe as well, and she and Rohan could be seen atop the west bank in Britain, while he rested between hunts, and she perfected her skill. Soon they would be wed, and arrangements were in preparation. Many times we spent with Traumstar perusing possible wedding locations. Each being carefully examined for beauty and safety of all guests. Rohan had grown fond of Traumstar as a sister-friend to himself. She, like Devil was an accomplished mage, and a daring adventurer for a woman. Her and her newly wed husband UOBoxtop, were often with us hunting, and many adventures were had, and some not ending very happily.
The life of an adventurer is not always an easy one. With Sas gone, I myself spent more time in the woods learning the ways of the wisp, jotting down notes, and rememberring Sasche's account of an encounter she had had with one. I had spoke often to her about my initial research into wisps, and that they would show you things if they spoke to you. Or, lead you to hidden treasures, or reagents, and warn you about iminent dangers. She recounted to me that one day while in the eastern woods, a wisp spoke to her in their crackling tongue, and she replied to it in a few phrases that I had managed to gather. It then sped off in a seemingly direct path, not their usual meanderring they normally do, and she hastily followed. Whereupon it stopped abruptly, and spoke again.
She poked around the area where it had led her, and discovered nothing, and said jokingly out loud, "Silly wisp!" at which, to her dismay (and mine), it replied to her in plain human language, "Ugly Thee!". She was speechless! As I would have been, to be witness to that event, and taking no insult from the wisp, she bid it good day and went about her affairs. I then was even more curious about them after that, and spent many hours out taming keeping a close eye on them. Terhan also spent much of his time out there as well, and reported no incidents of that sort to me. Alas, I stray from the tale at hand. That was not the only thing Terhan witnessed either out in the woods. It was during one of his excursions out in those woods when he came across one of Devils sisters in the wood, accompanied by another fellow. The sister in question was similarly betrothed to one of our clan. He did the best he could to pass it off, and not show the hurt he felt. Bidding them farewell, he sought out Rohan as fast as could.
Rohan hearring of this event was astounded, and shocked beyond all words. Being the trueheart that he is, he waited to speak to Devil and tried to reason out the situation. When after they spoke, and it was confirmed to be a truth, he got quiet. Very much an uncanny quiet, as I have ever witnessed Rohan to be. Several days passed in this quiet, and we all could see Rohan was struggling over something deep within his very heart. When at last he broke his silence, he quietly spoke, " We are leaving this home now. Pack your things and we shall depart immediately" We all stood, stunned and amazed, and Terhan protested, but one glance from his older brothers eyes told him to stay his words further. We sullenly packed up our things and set forth to live at the various inns in town. So began our search for a new home.
We pooled together our funds, and saw we were inadequatly prepared to finance a home within our current means. Rohan took to hunting doubly, as was his normal, and we all did what we could. Finally a suitable house was found, but yet we still lacked the necessary means to outright purchase it. It was at this time Devil offered aid to help buy it. She felt horrible about the whole thing, and felt it was only right to make some amends for her sisters behalf. I was the only one capable of getting around the fastest in the world, and was entrusted the funds. We met the seller, and all went well. Shortly we were moved in and started making a new home for ourselves. The neighborhood was rough and wild, and many times, just coming home was a feat of survival. I now suppose, that was what we needed at the time.
Rohan, once we were all settled in, hunted to pay back the loan, and soon it was paid in full. After which, Rohan collapsed, the loss of his beloved, the changing of households, and the great toils to repay the large debt, had taken their toll on him. He was rarely seen again out in the world, for many months, and spent his time sitting quietly thinking, rememberring, wishing. Terhan was too youthful to take his brothers place as head of the household. Doc was too unsteady, and too insanely drunk most of the time to care, Sasche was strong enough at her peak, but, was no longer with us. So it fell to me to keep order among the clan. Being a father to Terhan, a disciplinarian to Doc, and a soother of woes for Rohan I began my ascent as Lord of the household. A trial by fire for unknown deeds yet to come, although I had no idea of these future events. Amidst the shadows of these darker days for the Seraphims, an old friend of mine came here from our homelands. Bruce Campbell, an unskilled mage, and aspiring treasure hunter, drawn by news of Rohans collapse, and the treasures of the new world here. Bruce was for me a blessing.
Although Terhan and I were close, Terhan was off in a different world it seemed. Bruce was my confidante', and kept me from losing my hold on things. So our days passed, I waged my war on the daemons, Terhan walked aloof and free from responsibility in the woods, and Doc tried to stay sober long enough to attempt a business selling his scribed goods, and alchemical potions, which he finally Grandmastered. Bruce studied locks and maps and magery to compliment his abilities. About the time Bruce had come, Sam introduced me to one of his friends, a fellow by the name of Tragg, who also wished to be a tamer. Since mine was going along slowly, we teamed up and both had better success's in our skill. Tragg and I became good friends, as we all had become, as with Sam. Then one remarkable day, there was ill news, a "Call to Arms!" spread like wildfire throughout the lands, the Orcs were rousted from their lands and were staking claims all around Britania. Rohan got up, dressed into his armor, and prepared himself for battle! The old glint that used to flash in his eyes was no longer there, but, duty called and he knew he must face the challenge, it was in his blood. It was ingrained into every fibre of him. He answerred the call of his Lord, and the principles of Valor, Honor, Compassion, Sacrifice he bore with him, into battle.