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One step after another--pause to reflect, to know beauty.
Added Fri Sep 26 03:15:58 2008 at level 51:
Loss has come to me again, but I find myself equipped with the tools
to hold its torments at bay. My husband is dead. I am a widow. But
I am also alive. I am a Herald. I am a child of the mirage, and not
a single step in my dance denotes that I should succumb to despair.
Ryasyn would not wish that for me.
I do not wish that for myself, or for anyone else. I must remember
joy so that others may, too. Saerali frets that she will soon be in
my position. Renkaide, her fiance, will hear the banshee's howl
soon, and she cannot keep her mind from thoughts of sorrow. I hope
that my words and my strength can help her to find her own in the
face of loss. Both of us have many beautiful years of life on Thera
with or without our men. Spending those years hand-in-hand with
sorrow would be a waste.
I am thankful for certain important circumstances surrounding the
Heralds right now, as well. The Tale-Telling Fire is a place where
spirits gather from time to time, and they have gathered again, four
of them. Celebeleni, Graddar, Minya, and Therethine--all wishing to
be remembered by the Heralds, and others, of the present and the
future to come.
Eiyanna seems to have a bit of insight when it comes to the spirit
world. She and I spoke to a Vistani seeress, Madame Eva, about
drawing these old ghosts back for a night, so that we could speak
to them and glean even more to remember. Madame Eva will aid us in
this endeavor on All Hallow's Eve. For a price, of course.
She asks also that we find items to use as focal points in calling
these spirits as well as ingredients for a tonic so that she may move
between the planes to contact them. She will brew this on the day
before All Hallow's Eve.
We have much to remember and much to look forward to.
Idealist forever.
Added Tue Sep 16 17:10:12 2008 at level 51:
Ever on a path of beginnings. That is what I said when I was young,
that is what I envisioned my life becoming. And they are all around
me--beginnings for other, beginnings for myself. An ending looms,
though, and it is oppressive.
Perhaps it is because I was not born an Elf that I find myself seldom
adhering to all of their scruples. Forgiveness for past sins seems
to be a hard thing to find in Darsylon, but for those who do not
allow bad deeds to choke the light out of them, there is always hope,
and forgiveness should not be denied to them.
Ryasyn and I married, after a time, in spite of honesty. I told him
all of me, and he remained silent on what he said was a sordid past.
I had not the heart to force it out of him, and simply convinced
myself that things reveal themselves in time. And they do. I still
am not certain what motivated my husband to tell me of his boyhood
wanderings, which were indeed QUITE sordid, but I forgive him his
hesitance, and I would not ever hold any of his sins against him. He
lives a good life--has ever since I've known him. That is part of
why I love him, and that he makes me laugh almost constantly is too.
There are places, however, where forgiveness has no business being
offered, like the hearts of dark gods. I had hoped I would not see
Beroxxus in person again, but I have, and at least this time I have
no scars to show for it. I will not lose my song to him again, and
perhaps he knows this, perhaps this is why no harm came to any during
the course of our debate in the Inn. Instead, he and Lyristeon the
Imp attempted to convince us of the nonexistence of two things that I
believe in quite strongly: choice and love.
Perhaps the gods know everything, but I know what I feel the world
should hold, and there isn't a force in Thera that could make me let
go of those ideals.
And... there is a ghost beneath the sands who I think would approve.
The release of my fear.
Added Thu Aug 21 15:02:51 2008 at level 51:
After what I have witnessed in my lifetime, it may seem strange that I
had any fears left. I tried to tell Jakziim and Ryasyn that I shunned
their love to protect them from the hurt that would be caused when I
could never be honest with them.
But now... I have released my death-grip on the truth, and I have
no longer the fear of being thought mad to keep Ryasyn at bay. I've
experienced one of the physical aspects of love, my first kiss. There
have been other kisses since then, shared between myself and Ryasyn,
and I cannot help but feel sheer fluttery delight...and longing for
perhaps more. I felt like this before, long ago, in another body.
I know that old body had a purer mind, a certain mind that held no
fear but that of physical danger and sought out, never anticipating
regret, what it knew was true. I've said before I must never forget
the little truths I knew as a butterfly, and I realized that I have,
at least in part.
The Monarch must've come to me for a reason, a reason that could not
possibly be my paralysis when it comes to matters of the heart.
The song I wrote after Jakziim's death was meant as a eulogy, yes,
but it was also a lesson, a warning--one at the time I never had any
intent to heed.
The kisses led me to contemplation. I gazed at my left hand, watched
the everchanging mark there, noted the divine ink's simple yet mystical
beauty. And I understood. I was not tattooed by my elusive goddess
because I allow myself to shut out parts of my song and stagnate. No!
She did not seek me out because of my inability to take my own advice!
I made up my mind. Promptly panicked, but I was still resolute in
spite of my rebellious nerves.
In the Araile, I bade Ryasyn to hear my outpour, and I asked my lady,
in prayer, if she would listen, too.
When I had finished promising him my heart if he would but have it,
Ryasyn told me something that nearly brought me to tears.
He has loved me since he was a new Herald, when I told him I knew he
could do well.
That is such a long time... Our own ignorance is often amazing.
And he doesn't even think I'm crazy.
Added Sun Aug 17 18:50:22 2008 at level 51:
Again! Though Jakziim's death was an upset, I had wrongly assumed I
was free from worry about being honest with a lover. I thought I
could, like my Lady Monarch, remain a mystery to the eyes of most and
live in relative harmony that way.
It turns out, though, when I make assumptions of that caliber, I am
always wrong, for today Ryasyn asked me what it would take to make me
love him.
I tried to feed him the same vague tale I had given Jakziim, but
Ryasyn is a much different sort of man... And I... I don't know.
Perhaps I've grown weary of holding this secret so long. He continued
to ask, and finally I confessed to him merely that I had not always
been an Elf.
It seemed he thought I was lying, so I left him in the garden behind
the Inn to visit the desert where I witnessed the great monarch and
pray. Should she and I both remain mysteries, or ought I to confess
more of what I am to Ryasyn?
He, of course, followed me. I told him of my Lady, and where her
temple used to be. I told of how she called to me, with her butterfly
messengers, and he caught on with a question.
"Butterflies are special to you?"
I answered with one of my own, "Did I not say I was not always an Elf?"
And that was that.
Still, when it comes to love, I have given Ryasyn no more than I ever
gave to Jakziim, and that is, and perhaps ever will be, a maybe.
Every day you live a little more.
Added Mon Aug 4 01:26:14 2008 at level 51:
The Lady Captain has a name. It is Neltouda, and I was right, she is
a goddess! A Herald goddess, to be precise. Oh so many of my worries
have been put to rest now that she has set foot on ground! I am, thanks
to her most intriguing song, healed! The wounds I thought would never
cease reopening have faded, and the scars are so fine they are barely
even there. With two goddesses behind us, the Heralds will certainly
grow, more than I could hope for, I hope. Ha!
Mystery, of course, never ceases as my companion, even though we now
know who Lady Neltouda is. Has she, perhaps, been in cahoots with my
yet unseen Lady Mirage, the Monarch who has her eye on me? I asked
her, but no answer found its way to my ears. We all have something we
keep under wraps, I suppose. Even so, what I know of them both leads
me to believe I likely have more than one entity to thank for my state
of well being.
And just to spite our boisterous merrymaking, there had to be a nay-
sayer somewhere. The jokes were starting to get pretty filthy, and
sometime before the dragon Rimefang, which I will get to, I came to a
realization about Tubnic. He has quite a shell on him! To see him
sweat while he told jokes, one would think a pack of hellhounds were
chasing him. All the attitude has a root I can see now, and I'm going
to dig it out, because, in spite of his sweating, I could swear I saw
him having a good time.
Back to the naysayer... Tubnic said that sometime earlier, a corpse
had fallen from the sky in Galadon, covered in runes. The runes were
later deciphered to say, "Death will come from the skies...the heroes
of Thera must unite." There was a mist and a mist dragon and a real
dragon who was ancient and white and called Rimefang. Suffice to say
she was otherworldly and it did, as prophesied, take the heroes of
Thera united to defeat her. Well, mostly united. It was a mess.
But, perhaps the strangest portion of the ordeal was the voice we
heard, long before we ever fought the dragon Rimefang. The voice must
have been that of the Ill Omen, and he warned us not to place blame
for the coming fight upon him. Though, perhaps only hearing his
whispers is even more indicative than the healing of my wounds of what
it means now that Captain Neltouda has anchored her ship.
A Herald should not have to fret this much.
Added Tue Jul 29 18:21:14 2008 at level 51:
This is not what I wanted, not for myself, not for my Heralds.
Because of the Ill Omen, Celenai has more or less been marked for
death by Inn patrons whose familes he tore apart. He is striking us
precisely where it will hurt the most. The last thing I want is to
appear unsympathetic to what these people have lost, but I worry they,
and we, will lose even more if Beroxxus is not put in check.
Ryasyn, I fear, is losing sight of his reasons for being a Herald. He
has already lost faith in the capabilities of the Fortress to do
anything useful, and sometimes I find myself wondering if they don't
pick their battles all too selectively. But we are Heralds, not the
Fortress, and as Ryasyn said, we'd like the world to be beautiful, even
if it isn't. I have had enough time to recover my defiance. I simply
wish Ryasyn could find his.
Who is this mysterious sky pilot? Could she be a goddess? Her
presence affects the weather, this much we know, but she is almost too
elusive. I do not think she could be bad, but I feel she is seeking a
happier bunch than we three Heralds have managed to be. I know the
Monarch or mirage, my ever-watchful mystery, is with me, and I am
trying to forget my pain, to remember my song, but I cannot force
Ryasyn to unite with me in a cheerful endeavor while people, people who
remind him of his family, are being murdered. Can this Lady Captain
help us? Does she perhaps hunt after the Ill Omen? That remains to be
seen, we have to speak to her first, and it seems the best way to do
that is to remain true to our cause. I know Lady Iunna is with us.
Beroxxus has already earned her enmity for what he did to me...and
other Heralds in the past, it seems. I hope we have another ally in
the Lady Captain.
I found my song. I lost my song.
Added Tue Jul 22 21:24:57 2008 at level 51:
Racing. Running. Running from the terrible reality. My wounds
scream and my mind screams back at them. Stop. Stop. Stop. My
song is gone.
I found it, I found it. How did I find it? I sang it to Celenai
during her torment. I tried to lend my strength to her and I took
her hurt, her undeserved punishment, upon myself. The Ill Omen drew
me down into lifetimes of pain instead. I lost it, I lost it. He
tore my song from me, and I know it no longer.
I lost myself, I lost my song. My song was my self. My self is
gone. The Monarch, the mirage, the Lady, the ghost. She must know
my song. It is said she dances over the dunes to her own, but surely
she knows other songs. Surely she has heard mine. What else could
explain this mark?
I am not myself, but Celenai is safe. He thinks he's won, but still
she is safe.
The mystery grows and grows.
Added Sat Jul 19 15:52:23 2008 at level 51:
I no longer watch over my cocoon. Instead I suspect something else
watches over me.
It seemed to want to go to the Araile, so I took it there, and in
the village of the Thri-Kreen I found myself surrounded by Monarch
butterflies. They wanted the cocoon, so I set it down and the
butterflies swarmed it, pushing it deep into the sand. Moments
later, the earth behind me exploded, and a very large, very noble
new Monarch fluttered near me. Soon, however, it dove again into
the sand, leaving not a trace.
I am further mystified by the appearance of a mark of faith on my
hand. The mark changes from one image to another, and it seems
one of them can be seen only by me. The first I noticed was the
mark of the shimmering mirage which I know from hearsay to be
the tattoo that the goddess known as Shazirah (who has not been
seen in Thera for a very long time) would grant to her favored
followers. The other image that the mark often shifts to is that
of the blooming desert lotus. This I tried to show to a friend,
but he could not fathom its existence as he could the mark of the
mirage.
Long ago, the goddess Shazirah's place of worship could be found
down a path behind the village of the Thri-Kreen, thus I doubt
it was coincidence I found the Monarchs there, but her temple
has long been consumed by the red sands of the Araile, a desert
that is ever changing within itself while still remaining complete
and whole. What little I know of her seems to say she is much
like the Araile, and even a little like a butterfly, ever elusive
and always following her own song.
And what of the lotus? A constellation book in the Lyceum gives
perhaps the clearest explanation of its symbolism: "Within the
druidic teachings, the Lotus has no direction, and has all.
Spirit is within us and without us. The Lotus has long symbolized
inner, self, and spiritual harmony. It is also a symbol of whole-
ness, growth, mysticism, and connections with the universal."
Has a goddess, rumored to be gone, sought me out because of the
habits and beliefs I keep? Because of my most essential nature?
I have been chosen for something I feel will be revealed in time,
perhaps old dunes will erode away with the wind. But perhaps
not.
Again, I cannot tell, but I can wait.
Difficult undertakings.
Added Thu Jul 17 18:58:21 2008 at level 51:
I have been followed by butterflies, many times now. I have seen
them in my travels, in the Inn, at a sermon, and even on the way
to the Inferno. I am still unsure who they are, for they cannot
be the butterflies I knew in Darsylon--they are hundreds of years
dead by now. Even so, I have gone back to Darsylon, and I have
met a butterfly who led me to the Dranettie wood. At the entrance
of those trees, she hesitated, and I could not understand why. It
was saddening to realize that I could not comprehend her wishes.
Then we were interrupted and she flew away.
The man to enter the scene, Jakziim, is the Nexuns' Rhyme, and a
fabler of no small talent. He fancies me and makes it quite
apparent.
Perhaps he could be the lover I once hoped would not recoil from my
truths, but it is hard for me to utter them, and I know I cannot
love without being honest. I have told him this, and all he has
asked me for is a maybe.
Which I gave.
Celenai, whom I confided these worries in days ago, asked me why
it is always bards who fall in love. It is something of a
specialty to them, I think--their lot in life. I wonder if my lot
in life is not changing.
Jakziim and I finished our talk and I went back to the Inn with my
curiosity still burning. By the fountain out back, I begged
anything that could hear me to let the butterflies know I had not
abandoned my inquiries. I was then overcome with sleepiness and
had a terrible dream. A beastly eight-legged creature hurt me. I
woke suddenly, feeling like a fool. The butterfly had not hesitated
to go further because of errant owlbears or hawkweasels. She feared
the spider.
So I went to kill it.
Once the deed was finished, I found a cocoon. Will something emerge
from it, or is it a victim of the spider? I cannot tell, but I can
keep it safe and I can wait.
Far, far more than the dreams of my former self.
Added Sun Jun 15 19:30:12 2008 at level 51:
My former days of silk-winged flitting seem a mere shadow in the
shining excitement that my Elven life has become. Lady Iunna
chose me to be High Herald of the Eternal Star mere days ago, and
I intend to give this new position everything it deserves. The
Heralds seem to have gone too long without thriving, and it pains
me to have so, so very few like minds dashing about the Inn.
In addition to this new fame, I have been looking ever inward,
with great thanks to Seyriannia, who I doubt knows how her words
have impacted me. She spoke to me of maiden, mother, crone and
raven, and I began to recall the beliefs I held in the ever dimm-
ing time that I was a butterfly. I suppose religion, as most
Therans see it, does not truly call to me. I cannot forget those
tiny truths I knew as a butterfly. Spirits come and go, and they
reside within each living, and nonliving, thing. Some are big as
gods, and others are small as caterpillars. Somehow, it seems,
all of them are interconnected. I must worship life, or perhaps
spirituality itself, if I worship anything. Existence is a
beautiful whole, this is true. And what Seyriannia believes is
true as well. Ends are carefully tended into new beginnings.
Butterflies know this, even if they cannot be eloquent about it.
I am ever on a path of beginnings, it seems. I believe I will
see so many more in the years to come. And, if I can be High
Herald with any success, I will help in the shaping of many of
the beginnings I see.
Until the end, if ever there truly is one.
Having come to conclusions after seeing many things.
Added Thu May 8 14:31:10 2008 at level 26:
Being an Elf teaches one a great deal of things that a butterfly
could never know, for example, I do not think it is wise to
outright say, "I began life as an egg, and metamorphosed from a
green and fuzzy worm into a silk winged flying insect." I refer
to my change merely as change, and hope very few will ask
questions. I do not think I would like to be thrown in jail
again for suspected insanity.
I have also learned that heartbreak is permanent, just as scars
are permanent. The hurt will fade, the wound will scab over,
but you will always be left with a pink and puckered reminder.
The only thing left to do is learn from the ache, use it to
advise those ailing of a similar hurt.
Life as a butterfly is simplicity in its essence, but even an
easy life has its dangers, and that part of my former life seems
to be the only thing that translates well into my new one. As a
butterfly, you must flee birds and cats and other things that
might eat you. As an Elf, the only things likely to eat you are
Orcs and some rangers, but the principle remains the same. In
addition, I can now fend off assailants, whereas previously my
only option to live was to fly.
I did not choose my guild in anticipation of a fight, however. I
thought by being another animal, I could have a brief return to
the state of simplicity I knew as a butterfly. I've since come
to realize that once sentience is granted, it cannot be cast off.
My new existence is to be embraced and explored.
A number of days ago, I was privileged enough to witness the visit
of a goddess, Lady Iunna, to the Inn of the Eternal Star. She
spoke at length with a healer who was soon accepted into the
Heralds. I think my most impactful understanding of my new life
came from listening to this exchange.
I previously labored under the assumption that selfishness, as it
is with butterflies, is the pervading state of being among the
residents of Thera. I witnessed what I believe is a higher call-
ing that day, and have several times since seen the same thing.
Selflessness manifests itself in so many different ways. People
die and kill to protect the sanctity of the Light. People help
and heal to ensure it perpetuates itself. My calling is joy.
Nothing less could burst forth from my spirit more innately. I
will pursue a life as a Herald and let my fresh and tenacious
spirit enliven those who seek refuge from dullness and horror.
Brokenhearted former bugs do ill outside their gardens.
Added Sat Apr 26 23:38:20 2008 at level 1:
I trudged out of Darsylon and across the plains. I picked flowers
and tried to get nectar out of them, but it was certainly not
enough to feed me. I starved my way through the plains, and when
I fell down on the road I should've died, but I didn't.
An old, old human woman picked me up and forced broth down my
throat and when I became coherent again, she asked me my name.
"I don't have one."
"Then," she said, "I shall give you one, and a story for it, too
because every name needs a story."
I consented. It seemed silly to be nameless.
"Etielise is what they will call you until this form fails you and
you fly again, dearie," she said with a wink. I wasn't sure what
to make of it then, but upon reflection, it seems she knew I had
not been an Elf for long.
"Etielise was the lovely daughter of a pair of traveling bards,"
the old woman said, patting a horn tied to her belt, "and one of
them was of the fair folk, like yourself, and the other was like
me, a daughter of Man. Etielise and her father died, to be quite
frank, and I'm sorry if that alarms you, but you remind me of her
so much. She loved all the gods' creatures. Every one."
The old woman wiped one of her eyes and lit a pipe. I slept at
her camp that night, and in the morning she fed me more broth and
told me to go south, that I'd find something to do that suited me.
I thanked her for the broth and promised I'd do naught but honor
her daughter's memory with my new name.
My new heart broke and I left Darsylon.
Added Sat Apr 26 23:36:11 2008 at level 1:
I slept on a tree the night my wish came true, but I woke up on the
ground. I panicked, but panic didn't feel the same in my new body,
so I panicked more. When I realized I could no longer fly away, I
took stock of what I now was and concluded that it was an Elf. As
a butterfly I had known very briefly longing and love and sadness
but joy was a new emotion to me. I was a she-Elf! I could surely
be the mate of my favorite guard!
I went to the garden gate and called the name I had heard the prin-
cess call him.
"Eyhelion! Eyhelion! I am the butterfly! I have sat on your helm
and you have called me a pretty flitting thing!"
Imagine my surprise when I realized I was speaking as the Elves do.
Soon two guards thundered to the gate and my joy turned to fear
because they pointed their spears at me. Even one who has been an
Elf for mere moments is capable of perceiving real danger. Their
masks were lowered, I could not see if my Eyhelion had come, so I
called his name again.
One of the guards lifted his mask and exposed himself as my love.
"Do we know one another? Why are you here in the princess' garden,
naked as the day you were born?"
"Eyhelion! It matters little where we are or what I wear; we can
now be eternal mates!"
This was perhaps the wrong thing to say, but I was an Elf for mere
minutes already and had no grasp on subtlety.
Eyhelion cursed me, said I was sick with a madness, and they made
me put on a potato sack and threw me in a cell for the night.
I felt sadness again, but it tore at my mind and my soul and my
body at once. I felt hot tears on my face and cold stone on my
feet. I tore my hair. I wailed. I bit my tongue and tasted my
own blood.
I did not see Eyhelion again. When I stopped wailing, they took me
out of the cell and told me to go home. But what was home to be?
I was a butterfly only yesterday.
Added Sat Apr 26 23:33:28 2008 at level 1:
I was. I drank nectar, and I am now too big to do so, but I can
pluck honeysuckle off the vine and feel fine flower sweetness on my
new tongue. Taste is not the same. Thinking is not the same.
Butterflies have no idea what heartbreak feels like, but I know. I
would be a butterfly again, but it seems best to stay an Elf, since
I will live a thousand years, and learn from my mistakes, and some
day even find love that will not recoil from me when I say what I
am. Was.
I was a butterfly in Darsylon, and while I was a butterfly, I drank
nectar in the palace gardens, which have the finest blossoms in all
of Thera, as far as I am concerned. While I was a butterfly, I
cared for very few things but to drink from flowers and to fly and
to watch the palace guards escort the princess around. I was brave
for a butterfly, and I often flitted right up to the guards and sat
on their shining armor.
After a while, I became different. I remembered the face of one of
the guards. I came to him only. I thought he surpassed the garden
flowers in beauty. I did not know the word, but now that I do I
can say I loved him.
I know it is miraculous for me to have come to this realization,
since butterflies live for perhaps a month once we emerge from our
coccoons. I was perhaps twelve days with my wings, two days into
my love, when I became depressed. Even a butterfly knows it
cannot be an Elf's mate. I wished to be an Elf also. I wished it
to the flowers, the trees, the ground, and the sky. I wished it to
the other butterflies, who did not understand and flew away. I
wished it to everything I knew, which was a very small world only a
time ago--but my wish came true.
To understand the Elf.
Added Sat Apr 26 23:32:28 2008 at level 1:
No one, not even shapeshifters, can fathom what animal consciousness
feels like. Sentient creatures such as Man, Elf, or Dwarf, have
most closely approached animal consciousness by being raised among
an animal family--typically wolf or great cat--however, certain
traits that differ animal perception from a Man's, Elf's or Dwarf's
are acquired ONLY by being the physical offspring of that particular
animal species.
The average sentimental pet owner will swear on his father's grave
that his dog loves him, and though creatures are often known to
behave to the contrary (hence skeptics and cynics insistence that
animals cannot feel emotion), the average sentimental pet owner
could not be closer to the truth. Animals are intimately acquainted
with the place that serves as home and the methods of survival which
are necessary and unique to them.
Animals have senses the same as Man and the races that are his con-
temporaries, and though their observations are fundamentally differ-
ent, there are creatues who are perceptive enough, or are so long
lived that they are able to develop feelings that aren't necessary
for basic survival, such as love, or an ability to comprehend
beauty.
Etielise is one such case.
PK Deaths
Apr 27, 2008|Lv 16|Galadon|vs 1: Ithnuz (100%,KB)
Apr 28, 2008|Lv 20|Hidden Forest|vs 1: Micrifa (100%,KB)
May 1, 2008 |Lv 23|Forgotten Crypts|vs 1: Zuktharg (100%,KB)
May 1, 2008 |Lv 23|Galadon|vs 1: Ynthok (100%,KB)
May 8, 2008 |Lv 26|The Drogran Hills|vs 1: Zuktharg (100%,KB)
May 8, 2008 |Lv 26|The Frigid Wasteland|vs 1: Zuktharg (100%,KB)
May 11, 2008|Lv 33|The Frigid Wasteland|vs 1: Lonik (100%,KB)
May 28, 2008|Lv 49|Northern Foothills|vs 1: Vrinlo (100%,KB)
Jun 11, 2008|Lv 51|Kteng's Laboratory|vs 1: Waris (100%,KB)
Jun 23, 2008|Lv 51|The Inn of the Eternal Star|vs 1: Jhengar (100%,KB)
Jul 1, 2008 |Lv 51|Organia, the Veil of Shadow|Etielise committed suicide
Jul 29, 2008|Lv 51|The Open Plains|vs 1: Tlingit (100%,KB)
Aug 2, 2008 |Lv 51|East Sumner's Road|vs 1: Dhaath (100%,KB)
Aug 4, 2008 |Lv 51|Northern Foothills|vs 1: Ruhktanshi (100%,KB)
Aug 4, 2008 |Lv 51|Western Aryth Ocean|vs 2: Djabree (71%,KB), Kernagor (28%)
Aug 4, 2008 |Lv 51|The Nexus Island|vs 3: Alkydrion (2%), Djabree (97%, KB), Agar (0%)
Aug 6, 2008 |Lv 51|Voralian City|vs 1: Ruhktanshi (100%,KB)
Aug 9, 2008 |Lv 51|Eaststride Road|vs 1: Ruhktanshi (100%,KB)
Aug 12, 2008|Lv 51|The Inn of the Eternal Star|vs 1: Gulkra (100%,KB)
Aug 13, 2008|Lv 51|East Sumner's Road|vs 2: Ruhktanshi (76%), Dhaath (23%, KB)
Aug 13, 2008|Lv 51|The Inn of the Eternal Star|vs 1: Ruhktanshi (100%,KB)
Aug 18, 2008|Lv 51|East Sumner's Road|vs 1: Ruhktanshi (100%,KB)
Aug 19, 2008|Lv 51|East Sumner's Road|vs 1: Ruhktanshi (100%,KB)
Aug 23, 2008|Lv 51|The Dranettie Wood|vs 1: Ruhktanshi (100%,KB)
Sep 11, 2008|Lv 51|The Halfling Lands|vs 1: Ruhktanshi (100%,KB)
Sep 18, 2008|Lv 51|Udgaardian Plains|vs 3: Lerzion (64%,KB), Neriyin (29%), Fakefi (5%)
Sep 25, 2008|Lv 51|Mansion of Twilight|vs 1: Satebos (100%,KB)
Oct 7, 2008 |Lv 51|The Inn of the Eternal Star|vs 1: Charunycain (100%,KB)
Oct 7, 2008 |Lv 51|Mount Calandaryl|vs 1: Charunycain (100%,KB)
Oct 29, 2008|Lv 51|Mount Calandaryl|vs 2: Kjrorh (30%,KB), Ahtieli (69%)
Nov 4, 2008 |Lv 51|The Eastern Road|vs 1: Kretor (100%,KB)
Nov 9, 2008 |Lv 51|The Dwarf Forest|vs 1: Gahtho (100%,KB)