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Artorias Valstein
Oct 26, 2021
In Roleplaying
It's been ages since I've written down my thoughts, but I have so much that's been swirling in my mind that I simply have to write it down. Since coming to this realm, I've found myself becoming antsy. Aiding Black Sky in establishing themselves has been good for me and allowed me to see a side of society I don't normally get to see, but there's a yearning that's eaten at me. A need to return to my roots, as it were. I make no bones about it, I'm far from the picture of a guild leader. At my core, I'm a simple hunter, a defender of the innocent from things that are sometimes beyond their understanding. Osterra has no shortage of fascinating flora and fauna, and some of it is quite dangerous. It feels like since the opening of the Ebon Gate that the number of dangerous creatures has risen dramatically. Because of this, I felt it necessary to create an order devoted to the study and, if necessary, eradication of the darker forces within Osterra. And thus the Sanguine Order was born. It surprised me how quickly my pipe dream has formed into a reality. Within a very short time I was hired to investigate some disappearances. This led to finding a coven of vampires, but also of an arcane forge with which to create silver weapons. With the knowledge and new weapons in hand, myself and my compatriots managed to vanquish them, earning a decent reputation for ourselves. Most recently, Osterra found itself in the midst of an attack from a Loup-Garou, a rare therianthrope capable of infecting people with a very persistent strain of lycanthropy. This creature was difficult to track and infected many, including important figures in at least two factions. However I was not alone in my hunt. An alchemist named Pin came to me, offering his services and knowledge. I reluctantly accepted, finding myself defensive around the mysterious Countess that seemed to be his traveling companion and patron. With Pin's tinctures and the aid of Wolf, a swordsman from the Wardens who pledged himself to my cause, we hunted down and slayed this creature by the light of the moon, curing the disease affecting my countrymen. Wolf and myself were given the title of 'Moonslayer', a name which I wear with a degree of pride. Osterra will never truly be rid of monsters. But now they can at least rest easy knowing there is a supernatural vanguard.
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Artorias Valstein
Feb 05, 2020
In Roleplaying
War never changes. Even in this odd realm I've decided to call home, it still boils down to sad displays of faux bravado that cost good men and women their lives. I came to the Winter Council unaware of what was to come, and sure enough, it was pure chaos from the start. Grimbol, the charismatic if inexperienced leader of The Order, thought it wise to declare war on my guild over some supposed land disputes between our two factions. I was quite impressed with my fellow guild members' ability to maintain decorum. They even attempted to vie for peace between us, but unfortunately that fell on deaf ears. So be it, if The Order wanted a war, we would give them a war. And then Brennan happened.... Under the thrall of the amulet we had recovered, he announced that he had infected half of the people in attendance with a strain of the plague that Crowley had worked tirelessly to eradicate. Blinded by rage and the knowledge that I had been betrayed by one of my own comrades, I gave chase, determined to end his life. It's unclear who landed the final blow, but the point is Brennan is no longer under the control of the amulet, which is now safely under guard by the king's Sentinels and knights. As for Brennan? Well, death isn't permanent in Osterra, so he recovered. But for now he's in exile until he atones for the atrocity he committed. I hope he finds himself again....I want my friend back. As for the war itself? It was well done, if a bit underwhelming. Then again, I'm used to wars being waged by entire nations and empires. This certainly couldn't hold a candle to, say, one of Nilfgaard's many invasions. No, this was more like a series of skirmishes between two incredibly hostile barons. Despite having more men and being far more well armored, Black Sky's prowess in guerrilla warfare managed to help us come out on top. It seems that in Grimbol's arrogant posturing, he forgot that at heart we are warriors. And not just any warriors, but warriors with powerful allies. The last time I'd seen that many arrows flying was watching the Brokilon dryads decimate a group of Temerian soldiers stupid enough to end up in the wrong place at the wrong time. Through our combined efforts, we managed to bring this stupid war to an end, with us as the victor. During the post-war proceedings, his majesty managed to surprise pretty much everyone by bestowing Brennan with the title of High Priest of Nova Regnus. A large honor to be sure, but I want to make sure he's in his right mind before he attempts to perform his Priestly duties. The biggest shock came in the form of Garon, our boisterous if mildly arrogant leader being bestowed with the title of Knight Errant. Honestly I'm proud of him. Perhaps this newfound responsibility will calm him a bit. One can only hope. I admit to feeling a bit of jealousy. I'm not one to clamor for the limelight, but a little recognition would be nice. As for myself? Well, it was certainly eventful for me as well. I met a newcomer to the realm, a rather gung-ho young man with the mind bendingly long title of Private Otto Lehmann of the Third Reikland Company. Lofty title aside, he seems like a good guy, though I don't know much about him as of yet. I'll have to speak with him further. I also joined the ranks of the Sentinels, an elite group of mages and healers that directly serve the king in all divine and arcane matters. This will be a good way to learn more about the magic of this world as well as keep my ear to the ground for anything that could aid us with any of the threats we face. The biggest surprise of my time at Council came in the form of Saava. Saava is an Osterran native who I briefly met when he worked as a bodyguard for the Black Caravan. Now he wanders Osterra as a sell sword, offering his prowess to whoever is willing to pay. His immense strength proved to be a game changer during the war, and his services were worth every gold paid to him. I worry about his mindset though. He told me of the things that Orzalon had done to him and his family, and of how he is now driven almost purely by revenge. This drive for vengeance led him to discovering what I am. My kind have always been secretive when it comes to how we are made the way we are, and for him to discover it on his own is nothing short of astonishing. However, that is only topped by the proposition he made to me. He wants to subject himself to the same Trials that I was subjected to. I told him of the risks, of how only three out of ten survive, but he remains unswayed. It seems that the deathless nature of Osterra has led him to believe this will help him hunt down Orzalon. I disagree, but I will train him regardless. I want to harness the rage within him and hone him into a viper much like me. For now, I wait for word from Corrin and the rest of the scouting party so that we may make our way to the Blasted Lands in order to find a legendary sword that will potentially aid us in our demon hunt. This world and its people will continue to fascinate me. I only hope I may be the defender they need.
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Artorias Valstein
Dec 09, 2019
In Roleplaying
These latest events have had me wondering how the natives of this world manage without going mad. Demons, wererats, civil war.....its enough to drive a man to drink. This guild I've found myself a part of is being attacked on all sides. We received a formal notice from Kay, the king's advisor and the most incompetent sorcerer I've ever met, that The Order has declared war with us. Why? I don't know, and frankly I don't care to know. The others like me generally stayed as far from politics as possible, but now I'm caught in the middle of it, and it makes me feel like a downer caught in a trap. On top of that, word has reached us that White Raven, a brash bunch of islanders that remind me so much of the people of Skellige, have all but declared us guilty by association of crimes committed to them by people allied with us. I'm hoping they're more interested in negotiation than The Order. Their jarl, Umarth, seems to be an honorable sort. Perhaps he'll be willing to lend an ear. And if that weren't enough, a new demon has reared her ugly head. Azreoneus, a demon of greed, made her presence known with a traveling bazaar that proved to be no more than demons masquerading as humans, cursing the people with insatiable greed. They had tricked a colony of wererats into serving them, though we narrowly managed to free them. Sadly, their queen was slain and the demon escaped, but we did learn much about the demons, including ways to combat them. The situation with The Order worries me the most. Their leader Grimbol is a man driven purely by the desire for power, which makes him especially dangerous. He knows how to push Garon's buttons, and that has me worried that Garon will do something rash. But it's not my place. For now, I must focus on the research I'm conducting. Here's hoping there can be a resolution that doesn't include needless bloodshed.
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Artorias Valstein
Sep 24, 2019
In Roleplaying
Since my last entry, my life has been turned completely on it’s head. I’ve gone from monster-slaying vagabond to fullblown landowner and partial leader of a rather large guild. This sense of community is, admittedly, something that has been missing from my life for some time. My order back in my world was largely splintered thanks to commoner paranoia, with only three or four members left. But this guild stands strong, with connections to well established factions all throughout Osterra. However, these changes do bring complications. We’ve only just barely managed to fend off a plague brought about by a demon. While Black Sky is proud to be part of curing this epidemic, it still worries me. Brennan clings to his amulet, never letting anyone near it. He’s become isolated and delusional, fearing that everyone is out to steal his amulet in some way. I will be keeping a close watch on him. Ser Cenneric has hand picked me to be a member of an inter-faction coalition of demon hunters. I cannot lie, demons are as far beyond my expertise as it gets. Griffins, vampires, kobolds? Those I can hunt in my sleep. But demons? In my world, demons are nigh immortal and love nothing more than to prey on mortals wishing for far more than they deserve. But I have to cast my own misgivings aside. Osterra needs a professional, and I plan on giving them one. Ive attempted to negotiate a peace treaty between The Order and ourselves. We seemed to come to an agreement, but this requires consulting my fellow guild leaders. I fear Garon will vehemently disagree, which will once again put us directly in The Order’s sights. Life in Osterra is strange, and beginning to be a little dangerous.
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Artorias Valstein
Jul 11, 2019
In Roleplaying
As I write this, it still baffles me that I somehow found myself here. The events of the past year just don't seem real to me. There have been many tales of worlds beyond my own, but they are mere stories to entertain children, yes? In this case, not so. What I've experienced is very real, and would make the finest bards a fortune. It all started with a contract. A stuffy Novigrad aristocrat was offering a handsome sum of crowns for anybody who could get rid of, as he called it, "An aberration most horrendous." The pay was more crowns than I typically made over the course of a month, so of course I would take it. My school's reputation very nearly cost me the job, though. The school of the Viper hasn't had nearly as bad luck as the school of the Cat, but it still sometimes results in bad business. Nonetheless, we agreed on a price and I rode for the manor, half a day's ride from the city proper in the middle of the lushest countryside I had ever seen. On the outside, it was a seemingly normal home. As was tradition with Novigrad nobility, it was a sprawling, massive thing with more windows than one could count. It was within where things became far from ordinary, however. Despite being the middle of summer, the inside of the manor was deathly cold. Frost crept across almost every surface, and I could see my breath as if it were the harshest of mountain winters. Finely tuned senses immediately picked up on a sound. As I stepped closer to a door at the end of the east wing, the sound became more distinct. These were no growls of any beast nor the screams of any specter, but speech. Elder Speech, to be exact. With my silver sword in hand, I descended to the cavernous depths of the home, almost afraid of what I may find. An open doorway revealed my target, and not one that I was even remotely prepared to face. A Navigator, the Wild Hunt's head sorcerers, sat in the center of the room, chanting frantically. Steeling my nerves, I lunged at the otherworldly abomination, my free hand letting out a stream of fire aimed right at his masked face. In a flash, he disappeared, only to reappear behind me. Quick reflexes and the clank of his armor allowed me to spin and catch his staff with the blade of my sword. My right hand lunged forward, prepared to knock him back with a blast of Aard, hoping to disorient him. Before the sign could be cast however, my vision was completely engulfed in a blinding white light. Once sight returned to me once more, the Navigator was gone. As was the manor, and as I would later discover, the world as I knew it. This new world was similar to my own, but also vastly different in almost every conceivable way. I saw strange races, new beasts that I quickly filled my bestiary with, and best of all, no preconceived prejudice regarding my profession. The wonder vanished rather quickly when I discovered my magical abilities, what little of them I had, were all but gone. Igni, Quen, Aard.....I could cast none of my signs. My medallion also detected no trace of any sort of magic. With this sad revelation in mind, I spent my first month in this new realm simply wandering. And then I met someone who would change this monster slayer's life forever. It was at an inn in some town who's name I had never bothered to learn where I first met Garon. He was very inquisitive about myself, my appearance and equipment especially. After several rounds of ale, he told me that he too had been whisked here from some far off place by forces beyond his control. At this point, he told me he was gathering people for a band, a Hanse as they say in my world. My knowledge of monsters and swordsmanship was apparently just the thing he was looking for. I thought him completely insane, but also didn't relish the idea of spending anymore time travelling alone, so naturally I agreed.
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