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Champion of Sarenrae Ashlyn Alarian


Played by
Joshua Smoyer

Long time DM and PC, currently playing as the Paladin Ashlyn Alarian and the Zealot Barbarian Kekrebos Alarian.

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Mon 25th Mar 2019 10:13

SEVENTEENTH ENTRY

by Champion of Sarenrae Ashlyn Alarian

I write this as we rest within the horrid maze that these mages call a library.
 
I have quickly come to see that those of the Arcane tend to overthink most situations. They see danger and instead of confronting it they think to sneak past it, leaving themselves unaware of what it does out of their sight. I fear without me here to throw myself at the obstacles before us my companions would become rooted to the spot worrying about the trap behind every door. The point of traps are that the one that the trap is laid for must not expect it. I expect a trap at all times and am therefore always prepared. My companions seems surprised by things such as "anti-magic" in a place based on the memories of a mages mind, would not the best weapon against magic be anti-magic? What did they do? Tried to cast magic to avoid it. Aniks at the very least attempted to disarm the traps in a mechanical way, far more sensible. Though them being stumped at every moment where they can't use magic is quite frustrating.
 
I cannot wait to be out of this maddening place and back in a realm were the foes are more tangible and not some poor saps regrets or memories of earlier in their life, also why must every person we encounter have some horribly tragic event that we have to partake in? Why have we not been absorbed into some plane of existence where I can enjoy an expansive year long vacation in the time it takes someone in our plane to make a cup of tea?
 
Instead constant hellish wizard puzzles and time passing a thousand times faster outside than inside! I know that the world is troubled and terrible things are happening but why can it not happen a little bit slower so I can help those I love and know instead of having to run around the world helping those I know not and have no pity for, for it seems most of these people get themselves into these terrible situations through ignorance and falling to their own base desires.
 
How I wish more than anything I could be home helping my people battle those that threaten our homeland. This world-wide chasing of time altering artifacts makes me grow weary.

Ashlyn's Journal Ordered oldest to newest

  1. EIGHTEENTH ENTRY
    5626 18 1
  2. FIRST ENTRY
    5622 1 1
  3. SECOND ENTRY
    5622 2 1
  4. THIRD ENTRY
    5622 3 1
  5. FORTH ENTRY
    5622 4 1
  6. FIFTH ENTRY
    5622 5 1
  7. SIXTH ENTRY
    5622 6 1
  8. SEVENTH ENTRY
    5622 7 1
  9. EIGHTH ENTRY
    5622 8 -3
  10. NINTH ENTRY
    5622 9 1
  11. TENTH ENTRY
    5622 10 1
  12. ELEVENTH ENTRY
    5622 11 1
  13. TWELTH ENTRY
    5622 12 1
  14. Letter to Lord Andron
    5622 12 2
  15. THIRTEENTH ENTRY
    5622 13 1
  16. FOURTEENTH ENTRY
    5622 14 1
  17. FIFTEENTH ENTRY
    5622 15 1
  18. SIXTEENTH ENTRY
    5622 16 1
  19. SEVENTEENTH ENTRY
    5622 17 1

The major events and journals in Ashlyn's history, from the beginning to today.

EIGHTEENTH ENTRY

Due to the constant stream of danger we have been in and the constant stress I have been under I fear I have neglected you dear Journal. Many horrible things have happened since I last wrote in you I believe. The Emperor was murdered as was Alysisa, C...

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09:20 am - 16.06.2019

Kobolds? Kobolds.

05:16 am - 02.06.2019

Midweek Plots

07:03 am - 27.05.2019

Winter is Coming

05:47 am - 27.05.2019

Winter is Coming

02:31 am - 26.05.2019

An old man with fierce blue eyes ringed in gold sits atop a throne, a rough eyebrow raised in question at the aristocratic woman before him. As her eyes flash blood-red, the vision vanishes. Golden desert sands fill your view as an orc woman, body mostly crafted of rough metal cybernetics, plunges a gauntlet-clad hand through the heart of a tall, dark-skinned figure bearing a series of dotted tattoos. As she wrenches it out, a glimpse of something blacker than night comes into view for a millisecond before the scene changes. Deep water surrounds you, its inky blackness only penetrated by the blank white stare of a blue-skinned woman who, to Ashlyn, seems strangely familiar. As a tentacle wraps around her extended limb, you're taken away, and thrown into a maelstrom of images. Armies clashing upon a battlefield, their banners – of which you count at least four separate factions - stained in blood. A darkened tower upon a desolate plain, wrapped in black fire that pushes up against an invisible shield... that buckles and cracks against the pressure. A great storm of winds and water, descending on the lands and devastating all in its path. A young girl with hair like fire, her skin patterned with turquoise runes, rummaging around in her mother's Bag of Holding and collapsing as the runes seem to react to something within. A black-haired man in a foreign land, kissing the hand of an ethereal beauty as a blade finds its home within his back. A small woman wearing stress upon her face holding two small children, each with pointed ears and slight tusks, against her. The clash of two blades in a seemingly endless expanse of black, furious white eyes meeting fanatical red. A roar echoes through the mindscape as their blades meet, rumbling through your very souls – and you can feel the change in vision this time. A teenaged girl, clad in pink, her golden hair matted and face stained with tears, falling unconscious in the arms of a man with the gleaming face of a golden dragon. An older ratfolk woman placing her wrist in a machine and looking out across the skies as electricity crackles around her. A young elven girl placing a bouquet of nightshade atop a freshly-buried grave before an older girl roughly yanks her away. And, finally, an aasimar woman laughing as she carefully arranges the corset of her clearly-annoyed older brother – who appears to be dressed in a gorgeous ballgown.

03:31 am - 08.04.2018

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Played by
Joshua Smoyer

Long time DM and PC, currently playing as the Paladin Ashlyn Alarian and the Zealot Barbarian Kekrebos Alarian.


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