Laurile the Grand Mistress of Artistry

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Chapter 3

Time has passed, but only a few years since I last put pen to
paper. I've traveled much, and experienced more than most in
such a short time. The world is far bigger and more grand than
I could possibly have imagined. I've wandered pathways of ancient
forests, climbed to the peak of various mountains, fought
against dastardly beasts of all kinds, and that's just the tip
of the iceburg as they say. Yes, I have seen much. But there is
much much more.

While traveling, I've come across other adventurers. Those who
stand out amongst the crowd. Those who seek to become hero's in
their own right. These are the people I find most interesting.
Most perfect. And among them, still, some stand out even more.
As we travel, as we fight, as we sing or dance, I watch. I see
their movements and listen to their stories. It is all so lovely.
Who they are. What they are. Different, but beautiful none-the-
less. I've yet to capture one to memory. To true memory that is.
I've yet to see what I want to see, I think. But I'll know it
when I see it. Oh yes. Then they will be mine forever...

Recently, I've been searching for my muse. She which will inspire
my true greatest performance. A lady, I hear. One of truly
divine grace. I heard her name by candle light whilst at a
tavern. Daphedee, she goes by. Once bound to this earth, but
no more. I've only heard a name. But when uttered, I knew my
path. It is to seek her out. And in doing so, I seek my true
God, and Lady.

I also have a name for that which calls to me. A fellow, known
as The Sunwarden, told me the name. Thar-Eris. Yes, she is of
the earth itself. Perhaps she IS the earth itself. I'm not yet
sure. However, one thing I do know is this. That Sunwarden is
a fool. He seems to think she wants a mere destruction of those
things civilized. But I've seen much much more in her. Yes, a
TRUE culling. I'm not quite sure of my place in it yet, but I
seek to find out.

Role

Chapter 2

I was 11 years old when I was sent to live with family in
Voralian. Along the journey, I was able to slip from my escort
and make my way off into the wilderness. Though I was alone,
and without much food or water, I felt secure. More alive, if
you will. It was freeing. Not much long after that, I was able
to join a traveling troupe. They were in need of dancers, and
though I wasn't able to dance, I was quite pretty. Even then.

For years and years I traveled with them. Honing skill with
various instruments, and training my voice. I trained in dance,
theater, and all types of rhythoms. It was a scandelous time.
I learned much of the ways of the body, as well as its beauty
and deliciousness. I learned a few things about survival, as well.
Living amongst adults when you are young, teaches you a great
many things. But I don't have one single regret. They were all
beautiful in their own way. I was able to capture many of the
most gorgeous among them. I was able to save them into precious
memory. In their most divine states. Some while singing, others
while dancing, even some whilst performing certain acts upon
myself... Yes, I captured many, but not all. Such a shame...

Still! There are so many more to see, and know. Some to capture
and others not. Some creatures are simply too lovely to be
saved. Some out-shine even myself. In those times, I sing a
lament. For when beauty eludes me, I fall into deep despair.
I travel, now, seeking the wide world. So much to do. So many
places to go and experience. I want to see it all! I still feel
that same calling from before. Something... There is something
that I move towards. I know it, though I know not what it is.
I feel subtle changes within. I no longer seek protection of
the city. My soul yearns for the wild. It is where I am at the
most peace. I have changed my name, now, to Silvertongue. It
is the nickname given to me whilst traveling with my troupe.
It will be the name the world knows me by, now. I shall join
a guild and seek out this world. I have come to capture it's
most delicate of beauties.

Role

Chapter 1

Well hello there! My name is Laurile Silvertongue and in this
journal, I shall tell my tale. We shall begin at the beginning!

I was born in the big city: Galadon! My mother and father were
truly the best! My father was a baker's assistant and worked in
the big bakery in the city. Oh, I forget the name. I haven't
been back in ages... Anyways, my mother was a designer of dresses
and a sort of council to women throughout the city on proper
womanly behavior. How to dress, act, smell, etc. Yes, she was
a truly remarkable woman. I had two brothers and a sister as
well. We lived in comfort, a decent measure of wealth, and health.

I loved my family! I honestly thought the world of them.
However, I always felt there was something... Else. Something
that called to me, of sorts. Something felt off, as if I didn't
belong. Which was nonsense, of course. My family loved me, and
I loved them. They were perfect, just the way they were. My
providing father, my respectable mother, my two virtuous brothers,
and a delicate and obedient sister. They were just perfect the
way they were. And I wanted them to stay that way. Perfect.

My favorite time of the day was breakfast. When we were all
gathered around. Hustling to start the day, and yet having a
lovely family moment. That was when we were the most divine.
So I collected the moment, and preserved their perfect memory
forever. All it took was a bit of poison. It's rather easy to
find in Galadon. Even for one so young as I was then. As they
dropped one by one, I remember the feeling like it was yesterday.
I was so giddy and proud of myself. I knew the memory of who
they were would live on in perfection inside me. I could barely
finish my breakfast I was so delighted! I cleaned my plate and
headed off to school.

There was an inquiry, of course, but it didn't take much to
get out of that. A lie here, and a pout there... How could they
POSSIBLY understand? I have my family stored in proper perfection.
Somewhere they could never become tainted. They live on in me.
And to this day, I sometimes sing of them. I sing of their
divine beauty and grace. I sing of who they truly were, and
still are.

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