Kurigath Clathicul
Kurigath
Alignment
Neutral Good
Children
Gender
Female
Eyes
Brown
Hair
Black
Skin Tone/Pigmentation
Green
Height
6 ft 3 in
Weight
223 lbs
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Self-Conciousness Has No Place Here
June 23rd, 764
O'lo is not shy, in any sort of regard, it seems.
[This is the only thing written on the page.]
To The New
June 21, 764
I've begun to accept that I may not be able to recall most of my past. However... it is not a bitter acceptance. It may have been as such if I gave up early on.
Only I do not give up easily.
I do still worry about how much turmoil my reappearance may cause though. Sahala did not take it well. I do not hold it against her.
Temerity... I couldn't quite tell. I need to thank her. I did not get a chance to speak with her before we continued our search for Upir. There's only so much that can be conveyed in a letter. I should speak with Sahala again when I see her too.
I was not surprised to be referred to as an imposter a third time.
Though I have had more time in Upir's company than Sahala and Temerity so far, while we escort him on the search for Eesa and Shoncodu.
Upir is...
I am trying to remember.
Even the questions he has humored me with answering have not sparked anything in my memory.
Though, he's rough around the edges. I have seen past the outward icy spikes he wears, just a few times during our journey to Dustlight, and the moment we could see the town. He has a warm center that is not easily uncovered. I suppose I may see it easier than my friends might, as there is history on his end concerning me.
He had said it was good to have me back.
The normal response is to say it is good to be back. It would have felt fake to say it, with the lack of truly knowing what I had before. So I said nothing in the moment.
I believe, even if I do not regain old memories of him, the new ones will be something to look forward to.
To Dustlight
June 16th, 764
I spoke with Upir more as we set off to Dustlight.
I have learned a little more, but I still lack the connection. He said he was not surprised to find out I wound up within the company of a circus.
There are some things he would not speak further on, but I do not mind.
I expressed a possibility of why my soul may have appeared wrong to him. He didn't seem to think my debt with the Soul Traders was the cause.
. . . I wonder if what Natsu said about something being taken from me around when I died has something to do with it.
It may not. I am too uncertain to be even remotely sure of anything about it, and only have so many pieces to work with. For instance, I do not know what was taken. Nor just how important it may be.
Upir seemed to know of Natsu's guesses concerning Feth's whereabouts. He has a thought much like mine:
More than a guess is needed.
I do not know Natsu's reasoning, as well as I know nothing of Dispater or Asmodeus. I can not take them into consideration when my knowledge on the who's and why's is none.
Upir did not seem to wish to speak further on that, and changed the subject. Somewhat. He asked a multitude of questions, if I had to accuse someone, who would it be? Where is Feth? What if she did not want to be found? How can she be found if even a goddess can not find her?
I relayed my thoughts on these questions, some possibilities, but was met with an unexpected response from him.
. . .
I have complicated feelings about it. How does one respond properly to a glimpse of a connection they have no memory of?
Blackmail?
June 15th, 764
O'lo is a fascinating fellow. I look forward to getting to know him better.
We were in the garden when Femtid arrived, and she knew the address where we could find Upir.
She forgot the paper in her other pants. I am afraid I missed a chance to say perhaps Alowiscious could assist her, as they need more practice getting into pants.
A slightly petty joke it may seem, but I hold no grudge over a simple failed pickpocket attempt. I do not believe they hold any ill will towards me. Only that they follow their impulses rather closely at times. Alowiscious and Lily are a bit similar in that manner.
I feel as if what we heard may have been mistaken, however. We were told Upir, fancied, the duchess here. Which would be Femtid. Where it started, I am unsure, but it is not close at all to what we now know of Upir's motivations.
Why is he looking for me though?
Alowiscious seemed to come to the conclusion that Femtid and Upir were having an affair, but her reaction to their accusations were not of one who was found out. She appeared to find it rather comical.
The conversation somehow switched to blackmailing her? I do not understand how Machina and Alowiscious came to that, but they spoke of it directly in front of her. At least she found amusement from it.
O'lo spoke of black lights? I will have to ask him what those are.
Lily's Birthday
June 2nd, 764
I have learned it is Lily's birthday. I thought she seemed rather somber today. I overheard that she had forgotten about it until now.
I am unaware of how she normally celebrates, but perhaps I shall gift her something. What yet, I am not sure of, but it will be late. I do not think she will mind.
[ From here there are some half-minded doodles, then inspiration seems to have struck, as a circular shape of intertwined lilies is the most complete drawing.]
I know what I can do.
A Friend in a New Shape
June 1st, 764
There is a pickpocket aboard the ship. A kobold? There is a slightly increased saftey measure now, having people go about their business in two's.
I had been approached by a triton woman I did not recognize. Her voice had been familiar, but I could not place why at the time. She had asked if I could assist her, to which I obliged. When we arrived at her quarters is the moment I realized she was no stranger, but indeed, my disguised friend. I did not expect her to reveal herself, but I am glad she did.
I am also glad she did not lose her shape to the unseen pickpocket aboard. That is concerning. Even if the buddy system were not in place, I would offer my presence to her. She has locked away her own shape to ensure it does not get stolen. She is not without her own means to protect herself, but I still worry.
It may have been only a short time since my departure from the Fallen Angels, but I did miss them more than I was previously aware.
Were it not for my desire to discover my past, I am sure I would not have left, as long as they would have me.
I will not stray now, though.
If I can give Sahala and Temerity any sort of answers, I will. I had none for them before. But I do not expect help. It was very clear to me that seeing their dead sister, alive and whole, save for the missing memory, was a disturbance. One I had no intention of causing, and I will not take advantage of wearing their sister's face to answer my own questions. This does increase my concern with Shoncodu.
She can tell me if I am me. But the marital issues that were mentioned have me somewhat uneasy. I do not think it is often one is approached by their dead ex-wife. I did not ask for details on the those issues either. If I find her in Tilum, I will ask for her confirmation, but I fully accept the possibility of a refusal.
I expressed only some of that to Sahala in a letter, along with what Famros told me of Fethtetuuk's soul being missing. I am unaware if she knows of Fethtetuuk's disappearance, but there was little time to have returned to the Soul Trader's to speak to her.
Another matter: Puff seems to be struggling from small bouts of seasickness. I will offer her some advice to help ease it. She does seem to be handling it better than a few others, but I am sure it is still unpleasant.
Much Inside Machina's Head
May 30th, 764
Machina was contacted by Sahala with birds? One spoke with her voice even.
How peculiar.
Whatever letter was attached to the raven's leg seemed to greatly disturb Machina. He said something of being threatened by Sahala. I could see the sparks of confusion as I apporached. That is not a metaphor. Literal sparks.
The paper said something like "you can't hide from me," amongst other things he did not elaborate much upon.
He was also told not to cause trouble for her people.
Machina placed the paper inside his head, where it then exploded? Oh, my poor friend, I do not know what he is dealing with as of now, but he wished to go recollect his thoughts and clean out the inside of his head from the note.
I do hope he will be alright.
[There is an unfinished sketch of a raven with a bottle tied to it's leg.]
An Unexpected Reunion
May 30th, 764
I did not expect to see Scurvy here! It was likewise for him having not expected to see me here as well.
He has been injured; an arrow through the arm. Though it is an unusual wound. It would not heal. Puff gave it a temporary fix until they could find a better priest. Where his wound was, a patch of blue scales have replaced it for now.
I do hope they can find out how to heal that. It is concerning. I would have offered to try to heal it, but I do not think my current abilities would be up to parr.
Scurvy has told me the blue box has to visit many places. His patron, Sashelas, contacted him directly.
He asked if I had found what I was looking for.
I told what little I knew. That I resemble the Kurigath that Sahala and Temerity know, and are sister to, about having killed their matron as well.
I may not know much yet, but the doubt is there. A small seed spreading root. If I am not their Kurigath, then why do I share her name and face?
That is for another time.
I should keep in mind that Moriarty could not be wrong about me. It is not possible for him to be wrong. Scurvy was good to remind me of this.
Scurvy has also told me Puff is aboard as well, though in disguise. Surely there is a reason for her to keep herself hidden. As such, I will not make an attempt to find her. If I slip and act too familiar, or make it obvious tgat I am searching, I worry if someone would notice. I do not wish to reveal her when she is being discreet.
The rest of the Fallen Angels are a day or so behind, on another ship. I wonder how they fare as well.
[There are multiple small fish doodled around the borders of this page.]
A Letter To Sahala
May 26th, 764
Sahala,
Now that I have had more time to properly think upon the situation, as it was a lot to process at once, I feel it appropriate to write to you. I understand that, if I truly am who I believe myself to be, my reappearance has caused you turmoil. Possibly others. And I may continue to do so as I seek answers to the mounting pile of questions that have risen. While I greatly appreciate my friend Lily's stance on standing up for me, this is a rather difficult situation at hand that none of us have the full picture of. I appreciate the help you have provided to this point. I do not, however, expect you to set aside your conflictions to assist me in recovering a life I have forgotten. The search for Upir may allow some time for you to reflect upon this and decide yourself. While I did intend to seek answers as to who I am, it was not my intention to cause grief along the way. I would like to think you were being as honest with me as I were you.
The threat you gave me helps to convince me that you were, though I do not fear your words. I did not spend two years looking for answers simply to find my soul torn out and thrown into the Styx, so you may have to get creative to get rid of me, were it to come to that.
I have been told something new. It has given me more questions. Fethtetuuk's soul did not travel to the Astral Sea after... I killed her. I am unsure of what this could mean. I thought I should relay this to you, in case it was unknown.
Until we meet again -
Kurigath
The Empty Dragon
May 25th, 764
We collected the bounty for the gnolls with no trouble.
Sahala thought I had gotten rid of the tooth. I did not explain to her that I wear it hidden for concern of my companions. If this tooth has labeled me as a traitor, I would not wish to cause them trouble. I do not know how serious or widespread this may be.
We went on to wait for Sahala at a tavern called The Empty Dragon. True to it's name, as it was indeed empty upon our arrival, save for the barkeep and a single patron.
Klepuuk.
Klep is what Sahala called him. Lily informed him I have amnesia. He recognized me, but would not elaborate. He has said it is not his story to tell.
Feth's kids. He said I should ask one of them. Specifically, Sahala.
It is not hard for me to assume that Feth is short for Fethtetuuk.
I watched some of the others play darts. I have not indulged in playing that for some time. Maybe I will try later, when I have eased some concerns through talking with Sahala.
I return to this page much later in the night. I am unable to rest.
Alowiscious accompanied me to a back room in the tavern to talk to Sahala and a woman named Temerity. I would have gone alone, but I do not think Lily would have allowed it. She is a force that not many can stop, I believe.
The door to the room had another tooth hanging from the handle.
Temerity was already in the room when Sahala, Alowiscious and I entered. Sahala and Temerity stared at each other quietly at various points through the conversation.
They asked why I was impersonating their sister.
Kurigath.
I have not been impersonating anyone, as far as my knowledge goes. I would like to believe I am who I say. But their Kurigath had been missing an arm and an eye. I am not. She had apparently sailed off to Forsania and died.
The suggestion of necromancy has me concerned. What reason would one have to bring me back to life, if that is what happened? Or do I just wear the face of their Kurigath, and am not truly her? Why would that be?
Another concern I have...
Just how close was Temerity with Kurigath? She did not tell me she was going to kiss me until I insisted that she informed me why she wanted me to come closer to her. I allowed it then. She was seeking to discover I am Kurigath through a kiss?
I am annoyed about this, though I suspect now that I have had time to think, it is because of my own frustration. I have met three people who recognize me, and I have no recollection of them, or of the things they have said Kurigath did.
The teeth we all wear are that of Fethtetuuk's. They were pulled from her and distrubuted amongst the rest of our siblings.
Sahala threatened to rip my soul out and throw it into the Styx if I am lying. I am unconcerned. The Styx is not a journey I plan to make, nor am I lying.
Sahala has also told me there is someone I can talk to. Someone who can tell me if I am me. Her name is Shoncodu. She lives in Tilum, but has plans to move northward. I have been told that she will not be happy to see me, as result of marital problems. I am not keen to stir up more troubles for others, but I have to know. If she will talk to me, I would like to find out what I can.
Our new quest is to find Upir. A red-scaled dragonborn with curved horns who went missing three weeks ago. A brother to Sahala and Temerity.
While I have new doubts on my identity, I am
[The writing stops here, as Kurigath got up to check the hall where Sahala was messing with the safe, and Kurigath did not finish writing. A short line drawn across the middle of the page shows she has no intention to finish it.]
We discovered Upir has taken a liking to the duchess in Tilum. The one we talked to doesn't seem to think it has gone well for him. I don't suppose it would have, considering.
We have taken a job aboard a ship on our way to find Upir. The sea I am familiar with.
[A wanted poster of Upir is folded and tucked into this section of her journal. There is a price of 20 gold on him.]
Gnoll Trouble
May 24, 764
Gnoll - Bipedal hyena, intelligent
Largest one of the pack had strange symbols on it's fur and wore a glowing tooth. That, I would like to take a closer look at.
The farms more recent skirmish was with that of hyenas. Normal ones. One that had been injured beforehand was said to have had a large bite wound. It was not pursued due to the severity of it's injury.
One of the bodies at the farm (presumably one of the deceased farmers?) was in a process of transformation? Scales and fur. I touched it.
A fierce pack of foes, the gnolls we encountered were quite a task to take down. They were capturing and eating Moonplague patients. (What is the Moonplague? Surely one of the others would know. I'll ask later.) Communication with the gnoll pack was not achievable. Through a language barrier, or refusal to answer?
It would not matter either way, I suppose. These people suffered a cruel fate to them.
Some survivors yet live.
[A few unfinished sentences are scratched out, the words that are still legible implying she struggled a bit trying to word the next part.]
We nearly lost Famros. I had two gnolls on either side of me, and he tried to assist me. I could do naught as he fell to the attack. If not for Machina's quick shooting, I fear to think it may have been too late by the time I could briefly flee, or finish, the fight to heal him.
I am glad he is alright now.
I have not known him for long, nor know him well, but he is truly a kind soul I'd be glad to call a friend.
Lily refers to me as such, though the same brief sliver of time is shared there as well. I worry as to what has caused her to be unable to see while Famros and I moved the bodies to the cave entrance. I shall ask her when this ordeal is past us. It was not pleasant, and I would like for her to have some respite before I ask, though concerned as I am.
Though I am happy to know she thinks of me as a friend, the matter that brought it forth is... concerning.
Sahala believes me to be a traitor. A traitor to whom? Or what? I must speak with her. She knows something about this tooth I wear. Whatever it signifies... I admit I am now uneasy to learn what it may be, since Lily has relayed that Sahala is wary of me. I will not deter from finding out. This is the reason I came to Montia after all.
[The next page is filled with smaller sketches of the runes that adorned the gnoll pack leader's fur.]
Shin-wo-Lee
May 23, 764
[ The only word upon this page is "Shin-wo-Lee", a reminder from a previous mispronunciation. The rest of the page is filled with various drawings of the amethyst dragonborn, Puff.
The likeness is uncanny.]
Need More Practice
May 17th, 764
I am concerned, but I do not know how to bring this up.
I made what was clearly a clumsy attempt to ask Puff a question in her native tongue. She looked surprised, and said she didn't know I wanted that from her. The 'that' in question is a rock. It is pretty, but I do not know what I asked to recieve it. She did not answer when I asked what I said.
I am not sure what it may mean. Does the rock hold some sort of significance in her giving it to me? Did I simply ask for a rock? I feel silly.
My time here is drawing short, however. This will need to be cleared up before I part ways. I only hope I will not cause her any offense by informing her I do not know what I said to be given this rock, and to possibly return it if the meaning is of great significance.
Meeting with Upir
There was an upside-down floating man above the streets on out way to Upir. Another from the Church of Ascension.
We left him there, and moved on to find Upir.
We did find him! He was reading a rather hefty book, but I do not recall the title now. He did not even look up when I called his name.
He ran a series of multiple answers to unspoken questions that were definitely not what we were seeking.
Something he did say during that struck me as odd:
"No, I will not bite you unless you ask very nicely."
I did not have to ask to be bitten.
I told him of the promise I remembered. It is the one thing I am sure of in this situation now. He did say that if I am here... then I am an oathbreaker. I do not know how to feel about this, beyond that it is getting more complicated.
I am getting distracted.
Upir had told me to give him my arm. I did so before he even told me what he was going to do would hurt. I did not care. He was right, of course, his bite did hurt. I did not pull away though. Lily had grappled him off of me.
[OOC: unfinished]
A Sort-of New Beginning?
May 3rd, 762
I suppose this is my first journal. Maybe? Unclear. It's possible I had one before. Possible that I didn't. Anyway, it will prove useful for the future, I think. I can't recall much about my life to this point. I washed up somewhere and was found by a local fisherman, still alive! Strange. To think I'd have drowned or at least succumbed to some severity of the state I was, sort of am still, in is quite a thought. However, I'm not sure if I should think of it as a blessing or a curse. There is much to ponder here. I don't know if I will regain memories as I heal, or if I shall just never fully know who I was, or what kind of life I led, or the people who were part of that life.
I am perturbed by these thoughts, though not entirely without reason, I think. Likely would be easier if I had forgot entirely. I don't think I want to forget though. Maybe? Too soon to know which I'd prefer, though I know I can't choose either one. Time will tell if I let go and embrace the future that awaits me now, or re-discover myself as I was. I'm not sure of where to begin, where to go, what to do. There are many outcomes that lie ahead of me now. How exciting! And unclear.
My head hurts.
Signed -
Kurigath
[ The hand writing is unsteady, clumsily scrawled across the page. In the bottom right corner, there is a very messy sketch of what may just be a flag, emblazoned with an unidentifiable symbol. Or a window with a dog(?) behind it. Or in front of it? ]
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