<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29280842</id><updated>2011-04-22T00:13:49.020-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Mairie's Story</title><subtitle type='html'>The story of Knight Mairie of the Knights of Freeport, Antonia Bayle, Everquest2</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kofzmairie.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29280842/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kofzmairie.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Mairie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05489878662232673333</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>16</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29280842.post-115276552642907928</id><published>2006-07-13T00:29:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-07-13T01:21:29.013-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Dear Diary</title><content type='html'>It's been a couple of days since I have had a chance to sit down adn rest comfortably to write.   And a lot has happened.  I have succeeded in recovering a Serrated Bone Dirk from assassins, a magical mask from Nektropos Castle, and I have finished all the runs for my new Journeyman's boots with Griff.  I am currently working on satisfing the demands of a rather obnoxious sword I recovered from within  Stormhold. I sense my will beginning to overide the sword, however, and soon I shall have a new artifact to hang on my wall.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Master and Nedrah have recently moved to a larger home in South Freeport.  Naexia is being..difficult. I can not wait for her child to be born and for this nonsense to finally end. Pleasure pain and hard work I wrote last time, and again that is true. My Master and I are bonding very closely - sharing our abilities and enhancing one another's strengths.  From this union I have developed a finer control over my necromantic and empathic abilities, almost a true telepathy with those I am closes too, a more crude version with those I barely know.  However like most good things, there have been some unwanted side effects, one of them being that  my emotions are spiriling out of control.  The nature of what my Master is, however, allows him to rebalance me and hold me in balance.  This came to light after  I went off on Xeia in the guild hall in front of everyone.  My Master was in my head almost immediately working to calm me, and speaking with me. He is so close to me, I can't imagine what it would be like if he were not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I...Dominated Kogaiji the other night, with his consent. My Master came to participate, then when the session was over, Kogaiji became jealous and angry and stormed away.  My Master became the comforter that night, holding me and whispering that it would all be ok. I trust him. I need him.  I love Kogaiji. And he spat on me, treated me as trash and moved on. Nothing more than a common whore..at least in his eyes.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29280842-115276552642907928?l=kofzmairie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kofzmairie.blogspot.com/feeds/115276552642907928/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29280842&amp;postID=115276552642907928' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29280842/posts/default/115276552642907928'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29280842/posts/default/115276552642907928'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kofzmairie.blogspot.com/2006/07/dear-diary.html' title='Dear Diary'/><author><name>Mairie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05489878662232673333</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29280842.post-115224756883069098</id><published>2006-07-07T00:29:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-07-07T00:56:43.310-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Another night like all other nights.</title><content type='html'>The last couple of nights have passed in a blaze of pleasure, pain and hard work.  I have been steadily working towards progressing my ... faction with teh Seafuries, who are consistently sending me to the blazing inferno known as Lavastorm. The tasks are easy, I make a few gold over the ferry price, and it increases the Lord Commander's prestige, and that *has* to be a good thing. I want to be recognized for my deeds so badly.  Sometimes it just feels like I can't ever do enough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Griff and I started working on J-Boots today.  Griff is a joy to own.  Sexy, hot, needy, eager to please.  If I could talk him into betraying, my life would be heavenly.  Speaking of Griff, I had the most interesting Cazic-Thule adventuring group with him and 4 other elven Ladies of various persuasions. I think he was ... very happy to have so many Ladies fawning over him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am progressing very slowly in my studies. I do not know what it is about them that is frustrating me so, recently, but  I need to get over this stumbling block. Leah and Dark haven't visited me in a few nights, which means I haven't managed to unravel the last lesson.  *kicks a rock*  Why does learning have to be so vithing hard ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ahlek has accepted a commission to be Lady Sidra's personal Bard. I am very proud of him. He means so much to me. My family. Him and Bremmia, my Master a part of me always. I am never alone. I am strong.  My will will forge my fate. Sidra was not wrong in this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A..disturbing event happened at Soulfire. Sidra was poisoned.  I don't know how, I had both an empathic and visible eye on her at all times.  I have my suspicions as to whom, and I have shared them with Sidra. The two of us are terrified of them being true.   There are also rumors circulating of the fire in the shadow company, that the Lord Commander tried to kill Lore.   Him trying to kill Lore does not bother me anywhere near as much as him attempting to kill Sidra.&lt;br /&gt;Sidra's like his.. left hand or something. She's intimate with him, and I don't mean sexually.   It's gotta be an erudite thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, so confused.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29280842-115224756883069098?l=kofzmairie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kofzmairie.blogspot.com/feeds/115224756883069098/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29280842&amp;postID=115224756883069098' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29280842/posts/default/115224756883069098'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29280842/posts/default/115224756883069098'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kofzmairie.blogspot.com/2006/07/another-night-like-all-other-nights.html' title='Another night like all other nights.'/><author><name>Mairie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05489878662232673333</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29280842.post-115196162930027310</id><published>2006-07-03T16:03:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-07-03T17:20:31.400-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Legends.</title><content type='html'>I'm not really sure what to say about the last couple of days.  I reached a new power tier again-- this one monumental in it's importance.   I learned how to mimic the dead I summon.  my Master came to help me learn this, and got an offer to purchase me, which he declined.Hunting with my Master...well I'd hunted with Vlaacor, and that was nice, but hunting with Jax..there was no comparison.    Oh, and I had another fruitless trip into that damned Nektropos castle. I hate that place, so badly.  7 trips and I still have not accomplished either of my objectives there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Naexia and I met up with Raranak in East Freeport and Raranak  decided to run away rather than take us up on our offer.  I fell asleep on top of Naexia that night, cradled by her warmth and softness.  Yes, I think that  serving Jax has some definite perks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Lord Commander made Bradoc an officer.  That hurt.  That really really hurt.  No recognition of my deeds, but he promotes a human who hasn't done a tenth of what I have over me.  I guess the Lord Commander...  I don't know.  I'm very angry with him.  Jax held me and listened and reminded me m hat I do have options. But I want to be a good Knight so badly. I know he'll protect me, I trust him.  The Lord Commander is his ally.  Well, maybe he's already told him.  I don't know. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've also been learning a lot from Nintoshi about my Dark Father. The more I learn, the more I discover that I am just not a prime example of one of his children.  Nintoshi says that all of my flaws can be overcome... but as Raranak says, I'm not exactly sure that they are flaws.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What was the other big thing. Oh. Nilok is bonding with Xeia.   That. hurt. I would have expected Nilok to tell me. But Xeia just let it out in the middle of the guild hall and expected me..well i don't know what she expected.  Raranak came to pick up the pieces this time. my Master says that Nilok is nothing but trouble and to not get lost in my emotions for him. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of emotions, my Master seems to think my modest abilities with them are something important.  He wants to know more about my Heritage.  I asked Dark about this last night when he came to teach me and he frowned and said, "There was once a legend of an assassin who came across an angel while she was bathing. In a tree lay her feathered robe, that would allow her entrance back into the heavenly lands.  This assassin stole that feathered robe, and when the angel came to him, asking for it back, he denied her, collaring her instead and making of her his slave. He fathered many children upon her, and all of them possessed unique abilities courtesy of their angelic mother.  However, one day the angel came across her robe, breaking her collar, killing the assassin and returning to heaven, leaving her children in Neriak." He looked at me again frowning, "However that is just a legend.  Back to your studies."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29280842-115196162930027310?l=kofzmairie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kofzmairie.blogspot.com/feeds/115196162930027310/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29280842&amp;postID=115196162930027310' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29280842/posts/default/115196162930027310'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29280842/posts/default/115196162930027310'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kofzmairie.blogspot.com/2006/07/legends.html' title='Legends.'/><author><name>Mairie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05489878662232673333</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29280842.post-115157108128558779</id><published>2006-06-29T03:57:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-06-29T04:51:22.970-04:00</updated><title type='text'>When It Rains, It Pours</title><content type='html'>And I'm not discussing the weather.  It turns out that the only way that Valacor would release me from my collar was for me to find another Master. So I did, Jaxyral.  And he stood beside me as Valacor released me and took me home, and recollared me and told me I belong to him now and he would protect me. He'd offered to protect me before, but I wasn't sure what to make of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess I should explain how it came about that I ended up wearing Jax's collar.  Lets just say that  I sorta uhmm, attempted to hire him. He is after all an assassin! He accepts commissions!  I just wanted out of Val's collar so badly that I would have done anything to achieve it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't think Valacor will ever speak to me again.  That hurts a bit, but ... Perhaps it's better this way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tonight we went to put the fear of god into Revh, oh that's right, she attacked Nilok. Stupid bint.  I hope they toss her into the ever-burning pit for her crimes in injuring him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had a dream last night.  Well, lets just call it a dream that was a continuation of other dreams taht I had.  In these dreams a tall Tier'dal male with long dark hair and a stunningly gorgeous koada'dal red-head teach me.  They go by the names Darkshado and Leahjordon - one is a Necromancer the other a Conjuror and both are teaching me to control my abilities.  Last night I asked them in  my dreams about my family home and Leah smiled and said, are you ready to remember who you are....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then I remembered. My family name. Cal'ana.  Loosely translated to Nobility of the Night.&lt;br /&gt;My father, Rien Cal'ana, our Matron Karannin Cal'ana.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The spirits broke through the barrier my father had erected to ensure we would not find our way home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But i know where it is now.  The question is just...when.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29280842-115157108128558779?l=kofzmairie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kofzmairie.blogspot.com/feeds/115157108128558779/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29280842&amp;postID=115157108128558779' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29280842/posts/default/115157108128558779'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29280842/posts/default/115157108128558779'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kofzmairie.blogspot.com/2006/06/when-it-rains-it-pours.html' title='When It Rains, It Pours'/><author><name>Mairie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05489878662232673333</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29280842.post-115125701898940576</id><published>2006-06-25T13:21:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-06-25T13:36:59.000-04:00</updated><title type='text'>What is love.</title><content type='html'>...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He released me last night.  What was one of the worst nights of my life got much worse by him releasing me.  I ended up in the execution plaza, and Nilok came to find me to pick up the broken pieces. He carried me back to his place and put me into his bed and held me and we talked and I cried. I apologized for being such a mess, and he said that there were a lot  worse messes he had been forced to clean up nad it was ok. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was very clear that he had made his choice, and it was Xeia.  He promised to help me get the collar off, agreeing that all it did was serve to remind me of what I had once had. He told me over and over that it was not my fault and the only thing I did wrong was be a good and obedient slave and that was not wrong.  I don't know if he managed to convince me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The funny thing was last night he said he'd pushed so many people into that pit, and now he was trying to get me not to go in.  He said that it would be ok. He said he woudl help me put my life back together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel so fragile and alone.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29280842-115125701898940576?l=kofzmairie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kofzmairie.blogspot.com/feeds/115125701898940576/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29280842&amp;postID=115125701898940576' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29280842/posts/default/115125701898940576'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29280842/posts/default/115125701898940576'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kofzmairie.blogspot.com/2006/06/what-is-love.html' title='What is love.'/><author><name>Mairie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05489878662232673333</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29280842.post-115118644672430207</id><published>2006-06-24T17:54:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-06-24T18:00:52.663-04:00</updated><title type='text'>of love and honor</title><content type='html'>Last night Nilok told me that things between him and Xeia were heating up. He told me that he wanted Xeia and it was over between us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not that it ever really started.  Not that my Master would let it.  I guess it turns out that my Master was right in the end - I was just being used to get back at him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It doesn't matter. I hate Xeia. Nilok says I have to like her.  At least get along with her. Oh well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Lord Commander made Sidra an Officer. This is a very very good thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Things between my Master and I are going very well.  I love being under his hand.  I've started to serve Gemia also, she ...well I'm not so sure she exactly knows what to do about it.  I've also been practicing my Harp.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And my brother escaped the clutches of our parents.  I am very pleased, especially since he is following his natural inclination to music.   It is nice to have a family again.  My brother seems to think that we should reclaim our family name.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know if i'm going to. that is ...scary.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29280842-115118644672430207?l=kofzmairie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kofzmairie.blogspot.com/feeds/115118644672430207/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29280842&amp;postID=115118644672430207' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29280842/posts/default/115118644672430207'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29280842/posts/default/115118644672430207'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kofzmairie.blogspot.com/2006/06/of-love-and-honor.html' title='of love and honor'/><author><name>Mairie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05489878662232673333</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29280842.post-115074695582815416</id><published>2006-06-19T15:35:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-06-20T10:26:12.740-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Valacor</title><content type='html'>Something...very important happened to me last night and I'll try to detail it as close as I can.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"i...i.... i need to go.... the militia house will be worried about me...i..." She says softly, standing up&lt;br /&gt;Valacor grabs her wrist&lt;br /&gt;Mairie  struggles a moment.&lt;br /&gt;Valacor  grabs her chin and pulls her to him kissing her&lt;br /&gt;Mairie struggles against him, hard, but not hard enough to actually get away&lt;br /&gt;Valacor listens to her thoughts as she struggles&lt;br /&gt;Mairie begs softly for him to let her go, that this was all a misunderstanding, a mistake&lt;br /&gt;Valacor bring his hand down to her neck as he bites down on the other side drinking slowly&lt;br /&gt;Mairie feels her body go passive against him as the pleasure begins washing away the fear.&lt;br /&gt;Valacor stops after a few moments, a bit of her blood in his mouth still as he pulls a collar from his belt pouch and smears some of her blod on it, then bites his wrist drawing a bit of blood smearing his own on the collar as well&lt;br /&gt;Valacor says, "your not going anywere, untill you give in to your needs"&lt;br /&gt;Mairie blinks through the haze of pleasure and pain at what he's holding in his hands.&lt;br /&gt;Mairie feels the panic begin again, trying to back away from him, "Please, no, they are wrong.... perverted...Please don't do this"&lt;br /&gt;Valacor puts it on her latching it&lt;br /&gt;Mairie cries out softly as the leather encircles her neck, locked firmly.&lt;br /&gt;Valacor places his hand on her cheek lifting her head to look into her eyes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So that was my night. I had a long talk with Nilok and he seems pretty happy with the situation, oddly enough. Ko did not take it so well.  Well actually to say that Ko didn't take it so well is a bit of an understatement.  Ko did not take it at all.  He said 'This is over between us'  and he frowned.  He told me that he loved me, then when we talked, he told me that he regretted not having me formally inducted into his House, so now I am without one yet again. He told me there was nothing he could do, because of the fact that Valacor is a Vampire and therefore a great threat.  He then went and told Majestad, and someone else, and they all went to tell Lady Vakarina that Valacor was a great fiend. Ok, yeah, that was my fault because I didn't have the will power to stop and admit to the truth, that while Valacor forced it on me, we both knew i wanted it until  I stopped to face the consequences.  Majestad and I talked and he decided that all I do is abandon everyone who loves me.... and he said that it was all my fault. /sigh.  He and  Valacor ended up in a duel, and predictably my Pet...no, he isn't my Pet any longer. Predictably Majestad lost, and well, he told me to forget that I ever knew him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sidra read my skull though tonight at Soulfire and this is what the spirits said to her through me:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I am Apocalyptic, sister, and I will tell you of your Immediate Challenges and, perhaps, your Future.  Your Immediate Challenge:  Will.  The spirits indicate that you are in charge of the way your life unfolds, and it will unfold in a way anticipated.  They promise that you are in a state of mind that will allow you to fill your needs.  Immediate Future:  A Star...  Optimistic.  The spirits see hope, regeneration, vision and a new life.  Life's forces will combine to assist, rather than hinder.  Final Future:  Lord of Love.  Bliss.  Deep joy.  We see harmonious and contented exchanges of emotion with an undercurrent of passion.  There will be times of reflection.  You will be... content. "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All I can say is a child. But whose is the question ? My Master, Valacor or Kogaiji ? Certainly not Andrashi for all that he tried and tried to make me pregnant....  Or someone entirely new ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm scared and hopeful. To finally have a family.... Is worth whatever the price might be. Even if it means ....  smiles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nilok and I also talked tonight.  Nilok wanted me to chose between him and Valacor since there is no way Valacor will ever let me be with Nilok in that way.  Nilok.....  Parts of me crave him, his touch... He sets out to seduce me, and tonight he very nearly suceeded. If it wasn't for the fact that he reacted with some disgust hwen he saw my collar, I probably would have given in and let him 'rescue' me from Valacor. We talked about a lot of things, but one thing that struck me was the Nilok finally seemed to get it.  He finally had a category to fit me into, and he set about telling me that I wasn't shameful or bad or icky.    And he almost managed to convince me.  He told me that there are worse things than the pursuit of pleasure, and he is very right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Master and I (pracitces saying this very carefully)  went out to the Enchanted Lands to slay.  I grew in my Necromantic abilities again tonight, unlocking a new tier of power.  I finished some tasks for the  various faction houses and hopefully the ungrateful wretches will be pleased with the Knights.  My Master took me back to his home and then proceeded to well...do something.  Looking back thru my journal entries, I can only assume it was to remove my experiences with Andrashi. He drank from me, then made slow love to me, taking me the way that I needed to be.  I fell asleep in his arms, on the pillows before the fire, and then  when I awoke, I went back out to work on some tasks.  Nilok asked me tonight if I love him. The answer is yes.  Then he asked me if  I loved Ko, and the answer was yes. Lastly he asked me if I loved Valacor.  I don't, not yet, and I dont know if I ever will. Valacor promised me that once I accepted what I was, I would have both the child Sidra promised and a House.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;All I have to do is accept what I am.  Absolutely fabulous.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29280842-115074695582815416?l=kofzmairie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kofzmairie.blogspot.com/feeds/115074695582815416/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29280842&amp;postID=115074695582815416' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29280842/posts/default/115074695582815416'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29280842/posts/default/115074695582815416'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kofzmairie.blogspot.com/2006/06/valacor.html' title='Valacor'/><author><name>Mairie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05489878662232673333</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29280842.post-115066548039172903</id><published>2006-06-18T17:02:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-06-18T17:18:00.400-04:00</updated><title type='text'>a letter...</title><content type='html'>Mairie frowns down at the letter in her hand, written on premium taipa paper in a  very elegant hand, that she had just received from the postal box.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Dearest Sister,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mairie, how good it was to have recieved news from our brother that you have left home, to make your place in the world.   You alwabys were the most talented of the four of us,  and it was a shame our parents decided to waste that talent instead of nurturing it.  I have heard that you have chosen the city of Freeport to live in, while I am disappointed, I will urge you to consider coming to Qeynos and train with one of the mages here. I know that your power is inherent to necromacy, but the magicians claim that it is possible to turn that towards the elemental.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have made a good life for myself, working with the Priests of Quellious and Tunare to cure my tier'dal affliction.  I am a strong Templar, strong in my faith and power, and a holy warrior.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss you very much, my sister, and if there is anything I can do to aid you, you have but to ask.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lady Katharynne V'shvk, Templar of Quellious.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29280842-115066548039172903?l=kofzmairie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kofzmairie.blogspot.com/feeds/115066548039172903/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29280842&amp;postID=115066548039172903' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29280842/posts/default/115066548039172903'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29280842/posts/default/115066548039172903'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kofzmairie.blogspot.com/2006/06/letter.html' title='a letter...'/><author><name>Mairie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05489878662232673333</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29280842.post-115065528108986870</id><published>2006-06-18T14:10:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-06-18T14:28:01.120-04:00</updated><title type='text'>sighs softly</title><content type='html'>Nilok's a lying bastard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess that I should have known better. All his talk was..just that...talk.  Nothing more than designed to get into my pants for a night of insta-gratification. What a man. What a stereotypical man.  Ya know, I wish him all the luck with that Brat, Xeia.  Perfectly suited to him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I guess the thing that confuses me is that he said he wanted someone opposite of the  type that he is, and that isn't Xeia. So was that also a lie ?  Was I wrong in trusting him ?    I was certainly wrong in trusting Andi... Andi who stole my journal and read parts of it to the entire BloodHaze. Fabulous.  Now I'm the Whore of the town, and he deguilded.  He deguilded. I can't believe him. Bastard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the Bloodhaze I ran into Valacor who took me back to his place, where I discovered he was very telepathic and very much a vampire.   And I submitted to him, giving him what he wanted, and in turn he gave me what I needed, to be under  a strong man's gentle hand for an evening.    I fed him blood and emotions, and he fed me lust, and a headspace I needed so very badly. I thought...I guess that I thought that Nilok understood what I wanted and needed, but ... maybe I wasn't clear enough.  I wish it .. It's probably my own damned fault for not being clear enough. That Brat gets Nilok, I get nothing...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nothing but loneliness anyway.  Loneliness and a deep ache that will never be quenched.  What do I want ? I know Valacor knows, I could follow his thoughts last night.  But does Nilok ? Can I have what I need and still be a good Knight ? Isn't that a  conflict of interest ? And what's more important to me ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I should go confide in Lore.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29280842-115065528108986870?l=kofzmairie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kofzmairie.blogspot.com/feeds/115065528108986870/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29280842&amp;postID=115065528108986870' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29280842/posts/default/115065528108986870'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29280842/posts/default/115065528108986870'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kofzmairie.blogspot.com/2006/06/sighs-softly.html' title='sighs softly'/><author><name>Mairie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05489878662232673333</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29280842.post-115057026488224050</id><published>2006-06-17T13:40:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-06-17T14:51:11.876-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Sometimes....</title><content type='html'>It just feels like your life gets turned upside down for no reason other than that is what the Gods decree will happen -- Ko and Andi  poked at me  to chose one, well mostly Andi did, and well, I chose Ko.  Andi discaded me rather quickly to go chasing after Revh's skirt.   sighs softly&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So Ko promised me that I could be part of his House. And since making this promise has thrown me pretty hard at his son, Majestad.  Who..I've taken as a pet. /smiles   I like pets....  Nilok spent the evening with me last night, and that was nice.  Sometimes it's nice to spent time curled around someone, and he and I talked rather frankly...and there is a soft, gentle guy underneath all the scary. He said he wouldn't let his feelings for me interfere with the need for Discipline.  He also bit me!  I like biting. I told him no vithing...and he respected that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In other news the quest for the Apprentice went very very very well and we acquired him.&lt;br /&gt;Watching Nilok question him was painfully hard.  I know it had to be done, but what he said didn't make a lot of sense. After all, the Lord Commander is not a ... well, he just isn't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nilok.  That's hard for me to decide.   He's nice, and belonging to his House means I would have a family again.   And I really want a family.  *wraps her arms around herself*  But he's so fickle, and I want a forever mate, not... well.... I don't think that I could stand being discarded again the way that Andi discarded me before.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why does life have to hurt so damned bad....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29280842-115057026488224050?l=kofzmairie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kofzmairie.blogspot.com/feeds/115057026488224050/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29280842&amp;postID=115057026488224050' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29280842/posts/default/115057026488224050'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29280842/posts/default/115057026488224050'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kofzmairie.blogspot.com/2006/06/sometimes.html' title='Sometimes....'/><author><name>Mairie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05489878662232673333</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29280842.post-114993038642529755</id><published>2006-06-10T04:32:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-06-10T15:56:00.446-04:00</updated><title type='text'>The last couple of days</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6387/3114/1600/andimair.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6387/3114/320/andimair.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear Diary,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A lot has happened over the last couple of days. I have recieved two Pages, one of which has advanced into Squire - his name is Bradoc and he is a very nice gentleman,  formerly of the militia in  Freeport, and one of the best ShadowKnights that I have seen.  Of course he isn't better than my Andrashi, but he *IS* nice.    General Nilok's sister Kanaae  betrayed to Qeynos....   and I made the mistake of accusing Xeia  of knowing something about it. Oh, well, she can be such a brat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, my other Page, Draufe, abandoned the Guild because we are 'too hard'.  The Lord Commander says that that is what being a Page is about and that it is better to know this now than later.  I guess so, but....  It still is not very good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Andrashi and I had our first argument and made up.  I guess that is a good thing, but he can be so...harsh ... sometimes.  So harsh, then very gentle.  I love him so much, and he cares about me.  Life is all about compromises, and life is about being together. I love him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ko found his wife and child again, and tonight I got to hold the baby, Lina. She's lovely, an example of Tier'dal breeding, perfect in every way.  Ko's mate decided to try and kill herself, but I hear the rumor that Vakarina managed to save her.   I am glad to be the 'Auntie' of such a beautiful child.  Ohh, on the subject of children, Revh had a little girl! I haven't had a chance to see her yet, but when I do, I'll tell you all about the young darling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ko took me to Qeynos tonight and I got to see Castleview and the Willow Wood.  I talked with a young elf from the Knights of Qeynos who wishes to serve me as my slave.  This has ... possibilities.    Also the kitty from Vagabond Knights followed me and Ko around. As the Kitty put it, I was welcome in Qeynos, Ko was a murderer wiht multiple wanted posters out for his head.    He gave me a new dollie tho, for my room and told me to remember that our 'families' would clash in the near future, and that not everyone from Q is 'evil'.    I really liked seeing all the elvses tho, and have made a vow to plant some of the flowers I liberated from the Willow Wood in the Guild Home. Flowers &gt; All.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Andi and I worked on Hwal's Manifesto again tonight and are close to getting the reward. The prestige we get from finishing it will reflect well upon the Guild and the Lord Commander.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm getting sleepy and I have Lina here for the night since Ko is really sick... mostly from work and stress I guess.   Sidra cast a spell on him to make him better, but it put him to sleep.  Ack, she's crying again... Babies.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29280842-114993038642529755?l=kofzmairie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kofzmairie.blogspot.com/feeds/114993038642529755/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29280842&amp;postID=114993038642529755' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29280842/posts/default/114993038642529755'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29280842/posts/default/114993038642529755'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kofzmairie.blogspot.com/2006/06/last-couple-of-days.html' title='The last couple of days'/><author><name>Mairie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05489878662232673333</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29280842.post-114965408419488475</id><published>2006-06-07T00:17:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-06-07T01:05:50.876-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6387/3114/1600/fallengate1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6387/3114/320/fallengate1.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Tonight we went to Fallen Gate - Sidra, Andrashi, the Lord Commander, and Agust joined us for a bit.  I really had a lot of fun there, and got a new bracelet that made me more intelligent, and Agust passed along a staff that was a major upgrade from the one that I had.  If only I could find new shoulders...the ones that I am wearing at the moment are old, and ugly, that I weaved while on the Isle so many seasons ago.  There appears to be a strike by the Tailors Guild, there is no new gear to be had on the Market.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Andi and I got into a fight over my feelings for Ko, again, and because Ko helped me purchase the horse the night before.  Andi doesn't quite understand the nature of my feelings for Ko.... or why I could never  agree to be Ko's mate. My god, if Nilok knew.... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I love Andi..unquestionably.  He is so wonderful, so kind and giving....  I look forward to the day that we marry both with joy and dread.... For when we do... Ko will probably never speak to me again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the interesting side however, while at the BloodHaze, the Lord Commander said there would be some...restructuring of the way the Officer Corps in the Knights functions.  It will be...interesting.... to see how this plays out.  Maybe the Lord Commander isn't as .. unperceptive as I thought, and maybe he really does know how  much of a threat Nilok really is.  He called Nilok of questionable loyalty.  *giggles*  Interesting....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29280842-114965408419488475?l=kofzmairie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kofzmairie.blogspot.com/feeds/114965408419488475/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29280842&amp;postID=114965408419488475' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29280842/posts/default/114965408419488475'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29280842/posts/default/114965408419488475'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kofzmairie.blogspot.com/2006/06/tonight-we-went-to-fallen-gate-sidra.html' title=''/><author><name>Mairie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05489878662232673333</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29280842.post-114959249725372024</id><published>2006-06-06T07:11:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-06-06T07:14:57.256-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Pictures</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6387/3114/1600/shardizbad.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6387/3114/320/shardizbad.0.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6387/3114/1600/gmz.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6387/3114/320/gmz.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The pictures options for this tool suck, so here is the GM event.....  Edited down to the two GMs and the other is of Shard's gang attacking us ...uh...defending Antonica. Yeah. That's it :-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; /edit -- this stupid thing reversed the pictures...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29280842-114959249725372024?l=kofzmairie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kofzmairie.blogspot.com/feeds/114959249725372024/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29280842&amp;postID=114959249725372024' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29280842/posts/default/114959249725372024'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29280842/posts/default/114959249725372024'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kofzmairie.blogspot.com/2006/06/pictures_06.html' title='Pictures'/><author><name>Mairie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05489878662232673333</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29280842.post-114953662214872457</id><published>2006-06-05T14:51:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-06-06T06:53:04.093-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Dear Diary....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6387/3114/1600/kog1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6387/3114/320/kog1.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mairie lays across her briarwood bed, quill, ink and a notebook made up of bound leaves of taipa paper in  front of her, next to her is the cuddly Kerran dolly that Sidra and Kogaiji gave her a few days previously.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Dear Diary,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What an interesting couple of days!  A very long series days, but interestingnone the less. The other  night the Captain decided that he would take me as his Apprentice and released me from my contract with Master Crux.  This relieved me because  Master Crux has.. and interesting set of morals.    The next day, I was Knighted in a very public ceremony at the Militia House for my deeds in Freeport.  I was both embarrassed and scared, but pleased and rejoicing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later in the day, I began to negotiate with Hwal Ruksif in the Antonicas for details on how to acquire a pair of his old, dwarven work boots -- Andrashi accompanied me.  We were shortly joined by Sidra, but both Andrashi and Sidra were then called off to other duties.  Kogaiji called me to come and hunt with him in the Tenebrous Tangle so that I would learn by example.  It was a great deal of fun.  I then went hunting in Fallen Gate, coming back to town to find Kogaiji in an...interesting mood.  In an attempt to cheer him up, I ended up holding him for several hours while we talked about everything under the sun.  I fell asleep on his shoulder, cuddled around him..it was the first restful sleep that I have had since coming to this town.  Some of it might have been the oppulance of his home, but most of it was the company.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I woke up alone, in my room...not quite sure of how I got abck there.  I acquired some new tasks from the Faction Houses and went out to complete them.  Then I adjourned to the Blood Haze, went to a beautiful wedding between Vakarina's daughter and some man I'd never met before, and  met two very interesting Guides named Katalin and Niggle.  Then I was dragged off to the Soulfire Club, where this went through all our heads :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;'a lowly vagabond, tired from his wanderings rests his muscles benweath the shade of a mighty oak. it has been a logn journey for him, especially when the sly creatures of this forest made off with his boots! '&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;'Perhaps you can be of assistance! Find this tired warrior and see if you can help him, so that he might continue his travels and reach his destination without sore feet!'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;'Something tells you that you might have seen this warrior in a forest the marksmen call home.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So we all rushed out after it, Kogaiji, Andrashi and I, finding the warrior running across a field.  We raced after him, and he started attacking another woman --  well, the two attacked each other, and eventually he was victorious over her.  I turned around and Andrashi was gone, but Ko was on the mountainside with someone named Shard, and well...it was bad. Ko was hurt, and the Lord Commander wouldn't send anyone other than the newest ShadowKnight, Xeia, to help.  Shard toyed with us for a while, then I got into an interesting telepathic conversation with one of her minions, a Kitty-Kerran who made me question what exactly the meaning is between good and evil.  I'm supposably evil, but I am a better person than Shard, who is supposably good.  We camped on the rocks above the sea, waiting for us to heal before heading home the next morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we got home, something very disturbing occurred.  Nilok ordered Ko to punish Sidra for being a smartmouth, and he did, quite viciously.  I watched in something that was somewhere between desire and horror and wished that it was me that Ko was harming.  Then I ended up atop the BloodHaze speaking with Gemmia about ...  everything.  Oh and I got my first page today.... and i have no idea what to do with him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think that's it for the night, Diary....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~Mair.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mair  puts the pot of ink, quill and notebook on a bedside table, blows out the single candle and falls asleep in her very comfy bed, cuddling her Kerran dollie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29280842-114953662214872457?l=kofzmairie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kofzmairie.blogspot.com/feeds/114953662214872457/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29280842&amp;postID=114953662214872457' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29280842/posts/default/114953662214872457'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29280842/posts/default/114953662214872457'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kofzmairie.blogspot.com/2006/06/dear-diary.html' title='Dear Diary....'/><author><name>Mairie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05489878662232673333</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29280842.post-114948976058198432</id><published>2006-06-05T02:34:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-06-05T02:48:31.710-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Mairie's Knighting</title><content type='html'>Pallidmortis says "Knights, attention!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sidra snaps to attention!&lt;br /&gt;Andrashi snaps to attention!&lt;br /&gt;Asmidious snaps to attention!&lt;br /&gt;Castius snaps to attention!&lt;br /&gt;Feebles eyes go towards Mairie and Sidra as she looks to Pallidmortis&lt;br /&gt;Pallidmortis  says, "Too slow.  Execute the orders promtly and everyone together!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pallidmortis says, "Attention!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sidra snaps to attention!&lt;br /&gt;Asmidious snaps to attention!&lt;br /&gt;Castius snaps to attention!&lt;br /&gt;Mairie snaps to attention!&lt;br /&gt;Feebles craves attention from Pallidmortis!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pallidmortis  says, "Room for improvement, knights, I expect you to work on that drill."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pallidmortis  says, "Squire Mairie, come forward."&lt;br /&gt;Pallidmortis  says, "For exemplary service to your guild and to the City of Freeport, I deem your term of squireship complete."&lt;br /&gt;Pallidmortis  says, "Kneel, Squire Mairie."&lt;br /&gt;Mairie kneels gracefully on one knee, her head down, her robes arranged in graceful folds about her.&lt;br /&gt;Pallidmortis  dismounts and draws his sword.&lt;br /&gt;Pallidmortis  taps the sword once on Mairie's right shoulder, and once on her left.&lt;br /&gt;Pallidmortis  says, "And arise, Mairie, Knight of Freeport!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(1149468723)[Sun Jun 04 20:52:03 2006] Pallidmortis promoted Mairie to Knight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Andrashi applauds Mairie!&lt;br /&gt;Pallidmortis crisply salutes Mairie.&lt;br /&gt;Feebles cheers at Mairie!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You say, "Thank you, my Lord."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mairie crisply salutes Pallidmortis.&lt;br /&gt;Pallidmortis says, "Return to the line."&lt;br /&gt;Pallidmortis says, "Knights... attention!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pallidmortis says, "Dismissed."&lt;br /&gt;Pallidmortis  gets back on his horse.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29280842-114948976058198432?l=kofzmairie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kofzmairie.blogspot.com/feeds/114948976058198432/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29280842&amp;postID=114948976058198432' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29280842/posts/default/114948976058198432'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29280842/posts/default/114948976058198432'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kofzmairie.blogspot.com/2006/06/mairies-knighting.html' title='Mairie&apos;s Knighting'/><author><name>Mairie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05489878662232673333</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29280842.post-114948627450917252</id><published>2006-06-05T01:43:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-06-05T01:53:31.750-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Mairie's Story</title><content type='html'>Posted from the Knights of Freeport Forums...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The quiet girl that sits across from you holds herself with some arrogance, which is natural of a Tier'dal. Her lips curve upwards slightly in a cruel yet sardonic smile, and her fiery eyes glimmer with passion and heat. She leans back slightly in her chair, crossing her ankles demurely, arranging her robe around her, her hands clutching the goblet of wine in her hand, the only sign that she is nervous.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"You want me to tell you of myself ? What is there to tell ? I am a Necromancer, by talent rather than choice. Even at a young age, I was always re-animating bits and bobs that my parents brought home. This pleased my mother, for she was a Necromancer of some formidable ability. My father, a Coercer, was disappointed, he had hoped that one of his children would inherit his mind powers. My two siblings -- they were both disappointments." She then took a moment to take a sip of her wine. "My older sister ran away from home to become a" and then she sneers " Templar. My father swore he would hunt her down adn kill her himself, but her Guild protected her too well. We don't speak about her. My younger brother followed the path of the sword, and not the noble path of ShadowKnight. No, he HAD to be a Berzerker.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"And me.." She said softly, "I've decided to leave my ancestral manse and journey out into the worlds, with nothing more than a moons worth of provisions and a backpack. I will either prove myself or perish in the attempt. I have travelled to Freeport to make my fortune, to serve the will of the Overlord and to join the Knights of Freeport. It is up to you, however, if you wish to enlist me into your ranks."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;----&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That afternoon Mairie was accepted into the Knights of Freeport by General Nilok and made his Page.  She progressed quickly through  her studies, eventually reaching 17  Necromancer when General Nilok advanced her rank to Squire.   She met a fellow Knight  by the name of Andreshi, and was courted by him, eventually taking him as her mate.  She took up the ancient art of scribing in order to  learn more about her own necromancy skills, and advanced quickly to 20 Sage.  Currently she is a 20  Necromancer, 20 Sage, Squire of the Knights of Freeport, Antonia Bayle, EQ2.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29280842-114948627450917252?l=kofzmairie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kofzmairie.blogspot.com/feeds/114948627450917252/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29280842&amp;postID=114948627450917252' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29280842/posts/default/114948627450917252'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29280842/posts/default/114948627450917252'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kofzmairie.blogspot.com/2006/06/mairies-story.html' title='Mairie&apos;s Story'/><author><name>Mairie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05489878662232673333</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
