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Ki'tor

System
Pathfinder
Class
Sorcerer
Bloodline
Angelic

Species
Children

Lament of the lighthouse

A lighthouse on a rock, proud and tall Through the darkest of nights it guides us all From the top of its spire it leads you home at last Making you forget all the horrors of the past   In a raging storm the lighthouse stands alone Breaking the darkest waves, forcing them to atone But with time even the strongest tower is made humble Our beacon in the dark, began to crumble   On the cliffs a ruin lay The foes of light were to many to slay A lighthouse he was, proud and tall Could we have done more to stop his fall   The night is dark and full of terror It is only now that we see our error No more guiding light can be seen through the gloom I cannot help but wonder, will this be our doom

Tragedy strikes

Where to begin... Life is cruel... Unrellentlessly cruel and unfathomably ruthless. I can only assume that my person either blocks bad luck or that impart luck on those around me. Yet again I am separated from the group and yet again disaster strikes within moments. Pierre-Pascal is dead. And if the others are telling the truth his passing was just as glorious as he believed his life was. In that way it is fitting. Little comfort, he is still gone.   I didn't know him for too long. But his nickname as the lighthouse was truly fitting, if perhaps not in the way he thought. He had something of a radiant personality, larger than life. Quick in spreading his bosts and quicker to revell, which I made clear at the treetop tavern. He will be missed.   And once again I am reminded about why I did not join the Spears. The death of one comrade is awful, the death of hundreds of comrades, terrible. The effect on Geneviève was notable. I cannot imagine that the effect on their parents will be any less so.   Maybe that is why change is needed. No goal however honorable can be worth the suffering of so many many people. So many soaring stars extinguished before their time. This simply cannot be what Heaven intended. The wars that my blessed mandate is conducting has lead to deaths beyond count. It is hard to see how that could be anything but a disaster.   But the Avatar is wise and is trying his hand at diplomacy. I am to contact high standing people and establish ties. However I am also to create rings of informants and fashion detailed maps. I'm my mind there is but one reason for the creation of such... But there has to be a greater reason. There must be something I am not seeing.   I really need to find BR. If the reports hold true then maybe he can give me some answers.

Strolling the countryside with four strangers

Ahh! Something relaxingly familiar for once! We are following two noblemen. It may be through the countryside instead of a city, but when it comes to Riwenjing it makes little difference. Ohh it reminds me of following my brother around to see what joys an adult life had to bring.   Though I have begun to seriously question my travelling companions.   The blue one, Jane, seems quite stuck up on the past. Maybe I would have been too if I had lived several lives. Yet it distracts from what we are doing now.   The beautiful one, Zalia, is a dangerous thing. I have heard stories of fish attracting prey with a bright shining light. Zalia reminds me of nothing more than those fish.   Geneviève is something. At one moment respectful of my customs, the next mocking the entire Blessed realm. Even if I might share some of her views it still gets under my skin to hear someone from outside The Kang express such views. If she do easily pinpoints our weaknesses... Well then other can too. If the banners find out how rusty the chains holding them have become... Heaven forbid!   And well Le phare doré Pierre-Pascal Frankling, the prick, remains as aloof as always. It seems as though he is trying very hard to fit a mold that he has convinced himself is is perfect fit. I however believe he is sorely mistaken. Hopefully he will understand that himself, before it is to late.   Regardless we are closing in on the mountain holdout of the bandits. Hopefully there is not that many of them. There sure is not that many of us. Fighting skeletons was one thing, my heritage making me adept at such righteous tasks. Thinking, breathing beings will be something else. I hope the others have made a good plan. I certainly have not. Thankfully I am very fast. Just in case this proves to not be my path. I truly cannot see what has drawn BR to this desolate place...  

In over my noble head

Dear Heaven! Fuck. Fuck fuckety fuck fuck fuck! This is not what I signed up for. Sure I wanted adventure after the dullness of the capital. But this. I was told to go out into the world and establish contacts, find allies and generally scout the land. I was told about fighting the unliving or having stones talk to me.   These sort of things are for the people with the a sufficient lack of brains to join the Spears. Consequently it is also the exact reason why I did not join them. Ohh Ki'Tor what have you gotten yourself into. I expected meetings with high ranking officials, galas and fine dining, not fighting a creature with more teeth than common sense. And do not get me started on the man who melted. Yes melted!   I want back to my sleepy existence i Riwenjing. Yet I suspect that I would not be welcomed back with so little accomplished. And I have yet to locate BR...   I am however proud of the others not realising how mind shatteringly, back chillingly, shitlessly terrified I am concerning our circumstances. At least the court intrigues taught me something except staying out of them.   Also a beautiful woman joined us today. As anyone knows I am a fool for anything female two large sets of personalities on her chest and a firm bu... But that is not the point. Despite my feined inebriation she was continunally polite and endearing. I am of course a man of deapthless charm, yet something with her seems off. She looked and behaved like the queen of all the sheep, but her eyes were those of a wolf.   Hopefully I live long enough to give you a better accounting of events in person.   Ki'Tor

So it begins

I had been so tired of the Capital. Sure it contained all the luxury one could imagine. All you wished for was yours by the raising of a finger. “Another goblet of wine, certainly sir. Another massage, of course I am at your service. Another feast? There are several planned for the evening, which one would the young Sir like to attend?” If you wanted to see the world you could just take a stroll through the districts of the city. In a day you could walk through the jungles of the Grippli district, the well cared for forests of the Elves, or why not the more open landscapes of the Leonin. So many people from so many different places, bringing what their lands had to offer. It was all yours for the taking. If you did what they told you.   You see, that is where the problems started. Doing what they told me. Being Nephilim but not part of the royal family meant that I had to choose between being a soldier in the Spears of Heaven or a cog in the Mandates administration. With the Striking Avatar in charge and me not having a deathwish I choose the latter. Seeing what occurred in the battle of Karakhasa I do believe that I made the right decision.   Yet pushing papers around did not turn out to be such an exciting task. I have never been known for my attention span concerning things that do not interest me. Let us just say that on some days a drunken baboon could likely have performed my tasks more admirably. Craving more than my current surroundings caused my mind to wander, and apparently having a woman nude inside the work chamber to keep my mind focused was frowned upon.. Surely there was more to the world than Riwenjing.   It is often said that you become blind to the wonders around you. Being blinded thusly I stumbled, with my hands before my eyes, to sign up for extraterritorial service when it became clear that the Striking Avatar wished to expand the Mandates knowledge of the outside world. My supervisor, all too glad to get rid of me, ensured that my stumble turned into a rush. With her eager recommendations I was granted a position for the mapping of Scaelor and the diplomatic introduction of the Mandate to its rulers. What a coincidence that Scaelor happened to be about as far away from Riwenjing as you can get…   I was so tired of the Capital. Having emptied my bowels for the third time since I begun writing I am beginning the veil of familiarity has begun to be lifted. I have discovered that I hate boats, and that I miss my home.

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