Diary of Decille Entries 16-20

Entry #16


It is amazing how a little company can make traveling more fun and incredibly more safe and calming. Traveling alone requires me to always be aware of my surroundings, it has nobody to talk to, leaving me to my own thoughts which is not a very good thing.  I have Christine and Ganak here to keep me company, more importantly safe. In fact, I am doing just that right now. I am not used to staying up for watch duty, but at least the fire gives off some good light, and if anyone is near, this dog will let everyone hear it...really easy job I guess.

Interesting to see how open these two can be with not just each other, but me as well. Walking along a trail today, off in my own little world, Christine stopped and I bumped into her. She noticed I was lost in thought and asked me if everything was okay. I thought about it, but as I did Ganak spoke up.

"You aren't still worried about being too feminine, for a warrior are you?"

as he did, Chris slowly turned her head and looked into my eyes, then promptly flicked my forehead with her finger.

"Why are you worried about such a thing? You're beautiful!" as she began to play with my hair. "Beautiful...you're not stupid and you can match strength with this big guy!" she seemed very concerned about me, she seemed like she and I were friends for a lifetime, not just six days.  For the rest of the day of travel they talked me down as best they could.  Some topics that they tried to put forth were how women tend to be more instinctive, in a pinch feminine wiles can be extraordinarily useful, nobody would expect somebody so cute to be a warrior so the element of surprise and a number of others... guess which one was suggested by Chris...

All day the two tried to help me and it did sink in how much of help it could be if anything. Though I did come out of today with an inflated ego about my looks...oh well, risk of the job I suppose.

Chris is waking up, I should finish up here, I need some sleep too. Elves don't sleep, but the human half of her sure can snore haha

Anette





Entry #17

It has been like a week since they let me even hold my pen, I understand I am hurt but my left arm didn't sustain an injury. I wanted to write about the nonsense that happened as it was fresh in my mind and...well arm.   I remember waking up on the way to this doctors residence, Ganak was carrying me, cradled like a sleeping child with Christine keeping pressure on my shoulder to keep the blood loss at bay.  I felt only thankful for the brief moments I awoke, and I still feel nothing different. Guess it took needing help to realize it isn't such a bad thing. Glad I had these two with me, or I would surely had been judged by Decessus that morning.  As for the fight...well I don't remember anything except for the wound inflicted by my own blade, it made my body go cold except on that cut... the wound with the blood immediately flowing out felt like it was on fire.  Aside from that I really can't recall much, guess my actions were more instinctive than I thought if I can't even recall them.

Wow, writing in this book is very difficult with one hand. I keep having to adjust it every few words. I am just glad to be writing again, I doubt this will be the longest entry anyway.  Long story short, nothing was stolen, three of the eight people who attacked us are still alive, not including Esperonza, the leader of the little band of violent misfits.

There

Also I finally have a battle scar of my own!  Ganak is proud of some of his, my Father was very proud of one he obtained while saving Mother's life and now I have one down my right shoulder in my first and hopefully last, for at least a while near death experience. I almost died at the blade of my own sword, but I survived, won the fight and likely saved Chris's life, as well as my own. The doctor said it was bad so a cleric had to heal it up with some magic as normal medicine would simply not work. Regardless,  arm in a sling and shoulder heavily taped up I defended my friend and myself successfully. Could be in perfect health, sure, but I can't help but smile ear to ear.  Guess my frame did help out this time, nobody expected me to overpower anyone, oh well their mistake.




Anette, hopefully soon to be up and about, but Anette all the same.




Entry #18


I feel so useless... I am holding back Chris and Ganak in this small village until I am given the okay to start moving again and it is killing me.  They just met me and now they are waiting on my injuries to heal up, they haven't complained at all but I still feel pretty bad.  I am stubborn and not happy in the least, but I am not stupid though, I moved slightly today when the doctor was changing the wraps on my shoulder and it reopened the wound... I don't like this feeling.   A feeling I do like though is when people I don't know saw the half orc carrying me to the doctor and checking in to see if I am okay, call me soft but their concern lights up my face like a flame.

So I can't leave here for a few days, two at the least but my arm will be in a sling for a while as long as I am not an idiot and try to use my right arm.  Wish I knew a magical healer, I am not going to lie...well correction, I wish I was with one, Clayrion is somewhere.

Well, guess I will just have to grin and bear it moving forward, I can't go anywhere serious without use of my arm, hell I can't even wear my armor for a while, I guess Ganak and Chris will have to keep an eye on my safety for a little while as I am their skirt clad, one armed friend... kill me now, I need a hug...actually no, a hug could potentially kill me if unattended.

I was wrong yesterday, this injury isn't anything other than a pain.

Anette





Entry #19


Very slow day today except two things that made me glow red, get made fun of by Chris and overall cheer me up.


First, one that cheered me up a magic healer is coming into the village tomorrow mid day. She will apparently charge for her work, but at least I will be able to move. The cleric who first touched upon this wound did just enough for me to survive, she is coming back and wants money for a better fix, got to love people don't you?  Holy woman putting money over the life of a fellow person.  I may be a warrior who has taken the lives of many people already but that is just absurd.  Sumeis for you I guess.

Anyway, the one I will not live down for a while was a bard...actually, the same bard who froze at the declaration of my name last we met. He said word travels fast when a scarlet headed beauty needs emergency medical attention. This made me blush, sad to admit but it only got more ridiculous as he kept on going.

He wanted to tell me how upset, he was that he humiliated me and himself in the tavern.
That every night while he dreamed he kept seeing my silhouette, and how we first met was a regret.  He ended it off by mentioning how glad he was that I wasn't a brunette...  He was very sweet, in a strange way, but sweet none the less.  After all of this my face was almost as red as my hair...or at least Chris would have me think, not sure that is possible in all honesty.

After this performance which Christine promptly asked jokingly for a cigarette.  She was joking but nobody in the room was amused by this jab, oddly except the bard, actually he jotted it down...

He left without telling us...or I guess me his name, all he said was that next we meet, he hopes it is on better terms, kissed my hand and left.

Did I mention I like bards? Because I really do.


Anette


Entry #20

I am fairly familiar with magic...magical healing even, I grew up most of my life in a house with a holy man and his son who was being taught to be the same.  Hell, I am traveling with a half elf who snores in her...not sleep.  Anyway, the point I initially wanted to bring up was, no matter how many times you have been healed, either through medicinal or magical means, you are never prepared for what I just had to lay through.

The holy woman dropped by...she was not a nice person, let's be simple and to the point here. She is a cleric of Sumeis, the god of light, and she comes in here, wrenches my arm so she can help me...it hurt a lot. Then she made damned sure to make sure with Chris and I that all of the money we owed her was accounted for. Chris said yes and insisted numbers not be brought up, I have a sneaking suspicion we were duped.  Well, regardless of all of that, I guess she did her job well enough, I can move my right arm again with no pain.  NOW on to the ending of the thought I trailed off about...

I am familiar with magic, fairly familiar indeed. I would rather almost die in another mist of blood then EVER seeing or feeling a nasty wound heal ever again.  I have been stabbed, bitten and Adelle once knocked me out cold by pushing me head first into a rock. Any of those removal's of flesh and blood feel infinitely more natural and not as unsettling as the reverse. A chunk of my arm that was missing just regrew today, I am thankful for the use of my arm back again, but I think I will be more careful from now on.

Feels great to be able to move fully again as well...feels even better to be fully clothed again.  

Chris and Ganak were happy to see me feeling better and then they informed me where we were headed to at first sight of the sun.  Chris was way too giddy, I am a little concerned again, but Ganak insisted it is nothing bad.  Off to the mountain town of Straitview.


Anette