Seeking Hope

In the end, they found no sword and were in debt to some pretty shady people. But what they found, all the stories collected are far more valuable than any sword could be. Because in the end, it's not the blade that matters but the hand which wields it.

Purpose

Seeking Hope contains the journal and the stories gathered by the author, Sinis Ilham, during his quest to discover the fate of the legendary blade Epilogue. It covers a span of almost twenty years and is the only published work of the author.

Historical Details

Background

Almost 1000 years after the death of Nathaniel Luther Whytelaw the Order was starting to falter. Losing its grasp over the people it was decided to fund an expedition into recovering the lost blade of their founder, in the hopes that it would bring them some of their lost prestige.
After much deliberation they recruited a young troubadour, freshly graduated from his Lyceum, Sinis Ilham and placed him with a prominent mage from the Academy, Rayleve Tocollete and a knight of some repute, Pevynor the Stern. Together the trio, travelled to all ends of Aelliria, tracking rumors and echoes of the legend that the blade holds.

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Seeking Hope

Day 39

Our first lead was a complete and utter failure. I am starting to believe that I am following just fables, stories without any substance. We were led to this village seeking a man who has in his possession a map to the location of the blade, inside an impenetrable fortress surrounded by undefeated champions, his words. After paying a small fortune for the map all we found following it was a broken tree and a rusty chain hanging from its branches. Hopefully our next endeavor, looking for someone who says that he has seen the blade will fare better.

Day 296

I feel so stupid. I don't know why I believed that the legendary blade which pierced godly skin and defeated countless enemies would break. Or that a piece of the blade would be in the possession of this band of ragtag vagabonds. All they had was a piece of metal of questionable quality. It didn't even have a bladed edge and according to Pevynor it came from a dagger, not a sword. I may not like the man, but he knows his weapons.

Day 801

We are leaving the land and traveling to the deep seas for the next part. There is one of these fish-people which says that the captain of his previous ship owns the hilt of the blade! This is our best lead so far. Pevynor is already looking sea-sick just at the thought of going into the water but I bet Rayleve will concoct an elixir for him. They think they are being coy, but I have seen the glances they throw at each other behind my back. I just hope they can be professional enough.

Day 1532

Pevynor and Rayleve have started getting antsy. They keep finding excuses for us to stay a little more in some village here or there. I have to keep reminding them of their contract with me. Right now we are following the trail of a supposed master of the blade. Supposedly he has the blade and uses it to fight others to gain fame and money. What a waste of talent that would be, if true and I would need to have Pevynor fight him anyway. I don't think Pevynor likes me anymore.

Day 2001

Rayleve told me she was pregnant yesterday and they left together with Pevynor, tearing up their contracts. Who cares about them anyway. I don't need them. This next lead I have is gonna be the one, I can feel it. A young boy told me, who heard it from his father's friend that the blade lies with the Ulkan. They stole it from Lystan before he was able to dispose of it as intended. I have a meeting with someone who can get me inside Vrobia. It only cost me about 1000 gold fallirs.

Day 3465

I finally managed to escape from the Ulkans. It only took me, how much? 2, 3 years? Was it worth it? I guess we will find out. I stole from them a map that leads to where Lystan's body is buried. Noone has ever being this close, I can feel it. The old lady who helped me escape swore it was true.

Day 5002

I don't know what day it is or where I am going. This journal is my last link to reality but now I have to leave it with someone for a while. Where I am going I am not allowed to take anything with me except clothes. My clothes smell, but that is a small price to pay. I am finally within breathing distance! I found this relic arrow which when placed on the ground always points to the direction of the blade. I am following it for so long that I forgot where I am. But it now points towards the desert. Found a guide who says I must leave my belongings with his wife. Will write again when I return triumphant.
This is the last entry of the journal. Found in the possession of a trader of dubious morals, it was bought by the noble King of Dorwine and was passed to me in order to be made into a coherent tome of thoughts and ideas. What you hold is the epitome of the journey Sinis Ilham and his companions undertook looking for the fabled blade, Epilogue. Everyone knows the story of Sinis Ilham who possessed by sickness of the mind murdered thousands claiming that he was seeking immortality in order to continue his search for the blade. And everyone knows the story of Pevynor the Great who came out of retirement with his wife, Rayleve to bring him down. But this book is not about what became of them but of the journey it describes. A journey seeking hope, that the world will see better days if we can only follow our dreams. It might be false hope, but hope drives the spirit and without it the flame of the mind will perish.

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Seeking Hope is a collection of entries from Sinis Ilham's journal, collected and made into a book by an unknown author.

Type

Journal, Personal

Medium

Paper

Authoring Date

1771

Location

Aell

Signatories (Organizations)

• Order Of The Deceived