Role

Chapter 3

Pure Light
Added Tue Apr 27 10:15:23 2004 at level 33:

After much time and a recommedation from the paladin Acolyte, Audriel, she was
recruited to the Fort as a scribe by the Elder Prophet, Vahletharien. She set
her mind to memorising the codes of the books of the Fort, and strove to be as
good a scribe as one could be. After awhile, she realised that she did not have
to memorise any codes, for these 'codes' were already part of her life and
person as a whole.

She ran throughout the lands frequently, lending a helping hand to many a
distressed person or friend. She loves to help others although she does not
talk or communicate much, and she knows that her brothers would also be proud
of their little human sister. She was doing pretty good in the lands without
the care of her storm brothers, but her doing well was also partly because of
them, who taught her to have her own backbone and to always keep it straight.
She misses them dearly, and thinks of them many a lonely night. However, she
knows that her duty as a scribe called for much dedication and time, and she
was willing to devote her heart and life to the cause.

She tried to visit them twice in this long span of years, but she did not
manage to catch a glimpse of their familiar faces, for they would have left
their current home then, in search for a more interesting one, or in search
for more adventure. She deciphered the signals left behind by them and trekked
to their new home, only to find another set of signals left behind. Such was
the erradic and nomadic life they led. Lekerjey longed to be with them again,
but she knows that she must first complete her studies as a transmuter and be
a full Acolyte before she can truly help them in any battle, for her powers
and spells now were still somewhat limited. Thus, she returned to the Fort and
to the known part of Thera and resumed her duties and studies. When she had the
time, she would try to locate her brothers' latest home again.

After many years of travel, she has also grown fond of the storm paladin
Rouchevien, who bore the mark of Vynmylak. He was one of her first travelling
mates, and was and is her closest friend. She feels so at home and safe around
him, the kind of feeling that was only invoked by her storm guardians. When
she looks into his stern face, she saw her brothers. Not that he was like any
of them, but somehow, the way he carried his dignity and self reminded her of
her brothers easily.

Somehow, in her time within the Fort, the people she had come to know were
mainly Marans and squires. She found them a little cold and dull at first, but
realised that there was so much more to them as a person than the weary visages
they carried on their faces and voices. For duty has heavy for them. Thus, she
tried to provide encouragement as a scribe and Acolyte should, in her own
Lekerjey way. She does not talk much, but she knows that they know that she is
trying to encourage them on in the battle against the shadows. For encouragement
is more than mere words and smiles, it was something deep within, something
from the innermost heart. Lekerjey does not draw her strength from herself, for
she knows, while watching her brothers fight, that her strength was insufficient
for almost everything. Strength from the Light however, made everything possible.
And she wished to let others know this trut