Splitrift's Stories from the Old World

[SplitRift]

Dearest Fellow Assassins, 

                                           I'd like you to please forgive my indecency in our last meetings. Due to some sever troubles in my life I lost the rest of the journals written by The Alchemist and so the rest of the story was lost. I feel so bad about that and I even considered never coming back to start another story lest I mess it up again. However, today I received a package in the mail from an anonymous sender. At first, I wasn't that interested but then I realized that someone, though I don't yet know who, has sent more journals concerning the fabled tale of The Alchemist. The story seems to leave off nearly a month after he got out of prison and I have pieced together a few parts of what happened to him. However, the journals are written in a dark magical language I have yet to translate but I'm working. Should you decide to listen to me once more, I will post my translations here and tell you more of the story of The Alchemist.

                                                                                                     Sincerely Splitrift

[SplitRift]

Dearest Fellow Assassins,

                                             I present you all that I've translated of the first new journal I received, dictating the next part of the story of The Alchemist:

 

               My fire is dying. The wood is sparse around here and all that I've found is wet. This area is so dark and dead but it's the only place I can be. Two days ago I passed through a village only to find that someone had already visited looking for me. I'm not sure how close I was to being captured and held prisoner for the hit man to come get me. So now I sit here, holding my life in my hands, and watching my only light and my only warmth die slowly. 

               There is a road near me that heads north, the direction that I wish to travel, yet the road leads to only two places, Indorran and Falling Rock, two small cities which serve as the only ways of passing safely through the mountains. However, I know my death waits for me in these cities. Those trying to kill me know where I am headed and I would surely not be able to pass through either city alive. On the other hand, I will not be stopped. I have decided that I will, instead of travelling through the cities, attempt to traverse the mountains that oppose me. My body has not yet fully recovered from it's long time in prison and so as of now I will not be able to survive the mountains. Instead I will spend the next several weeks training my mind and body so that the climb and various challenges will not best me.

               I have not forsaken the Art of Displacement that I once learned so long ago and even now I practice it with a vigor that I believe will one day revive the study. I plan on practicing it specifically several times a week however traversing the forest like I am will require me to keep my body going everyday. I also plan on doing several general training workouts that will help me build the upper body strength that I will need to ascend the mountain. When I passed through the small village to the south I couldn't resist stopping at the inn for a drink or two and in doing so I found myself disgusted. These foul drinks have littered my appetite so that I seem to never drink anything other than mead or ale. Still feeling disgusted with myself, I have decided also to rid my diet of these drinks and instead drink water though I know that I am much too weak to simply stop and so I plan on reducing my intake of non-water drinks down to one a day at most. Currently, the mountain stands in the way and so right now it's the mountain that I must conquer and conquer it I will before the men after me find me and bury me.

              Still, I shant forsake my art, the magnificent Alchemy that damned me to prison and death in the first place. I know it is illegal and I know that if anyone finds out I will most definitely not escape with my head but there's something so enticing about it. Such a beautiful and powerful art, I will not let myself fall into the ignorance that plagues the common people. Instead, I will relearn my art making sure to read from my books for at least an hour everyday. I desire Change but Change requires Force. Force requires Power. Power requires Knowledge. Knowledge requires Information. The goal is not to learn but rather to understand. 

                                                                                    Should you read this, believe that I am strong and right. The Dynamic Alchemist.

[Nuala]

That's the kind of stories I don't know how to answer. I'd love to make a RP post because I love roleplaying, but I'm not really good at RP in English

 

So, I will just welcome you and hope you will keep on writing your stories because they are really enjoyable to read How was your first week? 

[formymonkey]

I desire Change but Change requires Force. Force requires Power. Power requires Knowledge. Knowledge requires Information. The goal is not to learn but rather to understand. 

                                                                                    Should you read this, believe that I am strong and right. The Dynamic Alchemist.

 

 

Wow that is a powerful  statement.  I enjoy reading your story and hope it continues.

 

 

Cheers to excelling with your reading, drinking water and working out goals.