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| TALES OF DEBAUCHERY AND DELIGHT |
| Or.. Minraed's Diary |
| dispite my seemingly constant journal writing, this page is shamefully neglect, but always under construction |
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| 8th of Renasci in the year 242 I am currently on a journey to the Gypsy Healer who has been caring for me from time to time during this sleeping illness I have been cursed with as of late; a rare form of narcolepsy. The time alone has allowed me many hours of introspection - time to think about my life since my arrival in Sable and how much I have changed since giving up the solitary travel that I endured for so many decades before. When I arrived in Sable I found myself in awe and amazement. I was drawn to a different lifestyle than I would have dared to afford myself previously; a life of friends, bonds, loyalties and most of all ambitions beyond what I thought possible or desireable for me. As I take this time to reflect upon my past and my future, I have come to realize a desire to be something greater than I ever thought possible for myself. I have decided that I will one day pursue the teachings of the guild of Templars. I am a mage by blood and I will never reliquish that, but I feel that I can be more powerful and influential with my words and teachings and guidance as a means of serving the great cause of the Darkness. Here are a few citations from my various journals, and the most prominent events of my life. Time can only tell where this path I walk will take me. |
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| Conversion from neutrality to full dedication to the dark Aether My conversion came finally after many many many years of introspective contemplation, and many years of walking the path of darkness. With the aid and encouragement of Belair Savage, not yet my Oath at the time, I was officially brought into the Dark. I left the ceremony with the complete satisfaction and knowing that I was not walking the path I was destined to follow, and also left with a brand on my chest left by Belair's pendant which is to always remind me of this point where my soul was renewed. (View the ceremony here) |
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| Taking of the Bloodoath Or should I say, taken by surprise?! Belair and I had grown closer over the years that lead to this than either he or I could have imagined. I am known to abhor marriage and be wary of commitments, but somehow I secretly longed for this. I truely never thought it could have been possible; he and I both were believers that we could never entrust anyone alive with such intimacies as we believed an Oath should. Yet, somehow it came to be, and there has never been a moment of regret. |
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| My Supplicancy to the Lady Bast I don't recall any particular ceremony to mark the beginning of my Supplicancy officially, though it was certainly anticipated for some time. As with everything I do, I took my sweet time with it. In this case though there were reasons for my seeming lack of ambition. I chose to complete my supplicancy and tasks over a greater period of time in order to ensure myself that I was making this commitment truely for myself and not simply making a hasty decision in the wake of my recent Oath to one of the church's most influential members. In the end I knew when I was ready. |
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| My long-awaited induction into the Church of Bast So here I was, and all but the last of my tasks were completed. After a final night of torture (of the intellectual sort, not the sensual sort which I so enjoy) and frustration I passed my test. If one thinks it is agonizing to hope to please the cleric of your potential new church, it is doubly so when that same cleric is your Oath and has expectations of you far beyond what he expects of anyone else. So in a small and somewhat sudden ceremony I have now proudly been inducted into the one church who's teachings I will live my life by. |
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| Wanderlust and years of travelling There is no doubt in my mind that Sable is where I call home now, but given my history it is no surprise that I have periods and phases where I simply cannot sit still in one town. Besides, there is so much trouble to be had in the realm's far reaches, and where better to stir up scandal than in places where your name and reputation don't precede you. There is much coin to be earned by extortion, blackmail and other such scandalous knowledge, but I cannot indulge in this practice much where my name and face are known.. so off I go again, despoiling innocents, and indulging in debauchery. |
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| Sojourn 8th, 261 - Hostess of my first Event In the name of Bast and of my staying for so long at once back home in Sable, I decided to hold a fun little event to get back into the scene in Sable. The event was called CAST-A-LINE and it was a pick up line competition that was inspired by Leira while her and I gossiped in the Tavern over ale and whiskey one day. Good for laughs, I think I might try it again sometime. |
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| Secrets if you dare |
| Sojourn 12th, 267 - The Death of Jupicia The loss of Jupicia was truely the first meaningful loss I've experienced since that of my father Arzhel. I didn't accept it for some time after she was gone. It wasn't until I could no longer bear the burden of Belair's grief that my own sense of it came crashing through. Angry, frustrated, worried, and regretful, it took me some time to find my closure, especially since I was unable to make it to her service. So in a quiet and short ritual and prayer I visited the Shrine of the Aether, made the sacrifice of a vial of my own blood, and spoke my parting words to my priestess. Jupicia influenced my life in ways that I am unable to describe. She was truely the first woman in my life that taught me that I could respect women. Her inner strength, stunning beauty, passion for life, and absolute convictions never ceased to captivate me. I secretly praised her for all she was and for all she inspired in me. One action from her caused me great dissapointment and disillusionment and though I could never forgive her for it, I could never deny her importance in my life. Dispite what some may have come to believe, I will miss her dearly. Sadly I must admit that I regret that it was not until she was taken from us that I could find it in me to understand and express this. Transcripts of her memorial service can be seen here. |
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