Venice Craven

Destroyer of Worlds

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February 28, 2005


(XII)

Here is where the order of how things happen start to get a little mixed up. I know Taliesin arrived in Telantha around this time. I know things between me and Trelon started to decline and I started to see more of Kvaell'adyr. Did I mention that was his name? I had thought it sounded so sophisticated. I think someone my family would no doubt of approved of. But anyways, if things are a little muddled here, forgive me.

The fall out between Trelon and I came from an unusual source, Kvaell'adyr himself. He arrived at camp whilst I was there with Trelon and dropped hints and innuendos until eventually he took me aside and told me of Trelon's treachery with a mage who was also a Vek called Celestine. All in the name of 'protecting me'. It was bullshit of course. I wouldn't sleep with him, so he went to someone else who would. I did not suffer Trelon's company again after that. Though that did not stop him from trying.

I guess I am a bit uptight when it comes to that sort of stuff. My strict Telanthan upbringing. The whores of Yarsin and the debauchery that went on there sickened me to no end. I swore that I would not become a part of it.

Again Kvaell'adyr continued to look after me. There were several attacks on the camp by the Tyen, and almost each time he was there, or not far away. I say almost as there was one particular incident that stands out in memory when he was not. But I do not know if I want to talk about that now, if ever. It is a part of this tale, but... we shall see. Perhaps next time.

The first time I saw Taliesin in town, I hid and then ran. I figured he was there because my parents had sent him for me. And being that I had no desire to return to what I believed was a hang-mans noose waiting for me, I took great efforts to avoid him. The masquerade once again taken up and greater care taken with my appearance and my actions. I had less need to go into town now, there were always others in camp that could go in my stead.


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