Zhelavar has passed away in the fields of the Skara Mainland. Her hunt ended in the same fields that it began, only months before. She never did secure the forest, but she did meet many interesting people along the way. If she was able to before she passed away, I am sure she would have wanted to thank:
for making the past few months really awesome, by interacting, roleplaying, and giving her a chance to play her character, even though it was not the most likeable one. =)

YOU ALL RULE!!!!


Day 48
Quill hard to hld right now. Ressurction leaves me, once again, in mch pain. It was a battle to be seen, howevr! Mr.T had finally lft the confines of his house and was joind by Art, Night, and Aiolos. I guess my killng of the first wave of people at the crossroads ws enough to prompt ths group to work togther. Nights like tonght are wht th hunt is all about... bandng together... workng as a team. My death does set me bck a bit, but it shall add more chllenge to th hunt! My one regret is that I lost Zoo. Huntng just will not be th same without him.

Day 46
Life has been different the past few days. I've spent most of my time travelling and looking for a new home. Taskilitas has become a bore, and Maelifax has been wrapped in studies for days. Kudos has been strangely quiet... almost as if he, too, is changing in some way. Zoo is getting tired of the travel as well.

Day 43
Came across the Kindred Wolf again. A healer and others were with the Wolf, and they sat in a clearing chatting. The Wolf reminds me of the serenity that the woods once held for me. The company that he often keeps is that of other Wolves, Healers, and Druids. I will make a point to spend more time with them, as their company brings me peace.


Day 42
Spent some time talking with the Kindred Wolf, a few other wolves, and a Druid! It was a wonderful chat in a quiet forest. Not much else to talk about... ran into Legolas again. It's truly astounding how much he thinks of himself.

Day 40
I have migrated northward. After quite a few encounters with the people of Skara Brae, it has become clear to me that Spiritwood is the home to many that care for it. Although I do enjoy the hunt, I would be defeating one of my own desires by taking down the people that respect the land. The game to the north is much different. They travel oft in packs and return to two or three key locations to convene and gather forces. An interesting event recently... while engaging a pair of hunters, a third fellow had joined in. He was dressed in plain attire and looked initially inconspicuous. He revealed himself, however, like a valorous avenger, he tossed aside his cloak and outstretched his scimitar, 'Remember me?' he said, 'I am BeerMan of KGB!!' He charged at me and cut deeply into my leather leggings. I had slain him not too long ago, and here he was, like a true knight! No armor and a battered weapon, he attacked without fear or second thought! I was quite impressed by his behavior, but the mage I was fighting was creating some rather pressing matters that I needed to attend to. KGB... a new prey in a new forest... things seem to be shining already.

Day 38
Many hunts and chases today. All in all, it was hunting as hunting should be! Fending off groups of four or more... running and chasing! My heart raced like it hasn't raced in months! The evening, by far, was the most fun. Several times, I had gone to the crosroads and played 'watch the rat scurry back to his hole' with Mr.T. He is such an entertaining little one! He constantly tried to cast that spell combination that the big mages often cast, but he realized not his limits. Even if he had not paralyzed me all those times last night, I still would have been frozen with laughter from all those little black clouds he did create!
However, later that night, it was a fiesty fencer who taught me humility. She attacked me on sight, and our first confrontation ended with her fleeing into her home for safety. The tables turned twice over, though! She healed herself and returned with a vengeance and a warfork that sent me quickly running into the woods. It was my contention that I would not let it end that way... and that contention was my biggest mistake. For in our third encounter, that warfork broke a hole in my armor and tore clear through to my flesh, leaving an open wound and POISON! I was doubling over and convulsing as Zoo ran as fast as he could take me to safety. My vision was darkening and weakness inundated my entirety... I groped around my pockets for an anti-poison... found one! I drank it down, followed by a bottle of ginseng juice, and ducked quickly into the grasses. The fencer ran into the field and stared around... war fork raised high and ready. 'Come out and play!' said she, as she laughed aloud, knowing that if I was still alive, it wouldn't take much more effort to finish me. I made a break for it... riding clear to safety. Exhilirating... exciting... frightening! That is the rush of the hunt! The heart of the sport! It's days and nights like this that make me feel ALIVE!

Day 37
Took to hunting about the crossroads and brigand fort... my aim with my bow is now back to a satisfactory level, and I am quite happy about that! Kudos will probably be upset with me when he finds that I gave away the Z.Taldor-edition kryss he had bought for me, but I had come across a warrior who had fallen to brigands and was in dire need of equipment. I was not about to part with my bow, so the kryss was all I had to give. That pesky little crossroads rat 'Polly Pockets' was quite unhappy with the fact that I had killed her several times after ressurecting, but... heehee... welcome to the crossroads! I shall treat them with the same respect that they give others. That area is the thorn in my side. It will be the hardest place to take over. Quite the predicament I have created for myself, as, if I head there to hunt the rats that live in that stone hole, I will be fair game to all... even those that would normally have the same goal or intention as I.
To be both the hunter and the hunted... I enjoy this new prey that has entered my forest. However, I shant miss them once they are gone. I cannot wait to see clear fields again!

Day 35
Plenty of good hunting as of late. I met, once again, with that mysterious Wolf. He speaks in both howls and Britannian. It is easy to see that he is more animal than man, as his heart is filled neither with greed nor malice.
The forest, however, is starting to fill again with people... I will begin to put more effort into clearing the area than I have been putting in before.

Day 32
Spent some time taunting the little boys at the crossroads. It was amusing to watch them scurry out of their little hole, attack until they were wounded and then scurry back in. The distance they would travel from their safety hut was directly related to their numbers. When there were only three of them, they would scurry about the region around their hole, squeaking and acting as if they were anything more than rodents... rarely, did they venture further than a quick jog back to safety. Once their numbers grew to about 5 or 6, however, they became more bold, and would venture out of the hole for longer periods of time and travel further out. Once they had accumulated a pack of six, I felt I was outnumbered, and I rode off into the woods. It was on this trip back that I had come across Sir Eowdred. We exchanged dialogue rather than arrows, and I must admit it was quite interesting. I almost did not recognize him, as he was wearing blue, and bore not the Ranger colors that I was so used to seeing. A member of a passing troop of young adventurers had taken to attacking me, and Sir Eowdred's honor was examplified, as he drew not his bow, rather he called for the engagement to cease. Road Day comes again soon... I'll be laying low until then.

Day 30
I've been in hiding. Kudos is not happy about his window, and I wish not to run into anymore Rangers. The rangers confuse me, and confusion is the last thing I need right now. Met a rather obnoxious fellow who chose not to reveal his name... reiterating over and over that he was 'just a good guy'. He wanted me to join him in attacks on the crossroads, but I feared I was staring deep into a trap so I turned his offer down. Ran into Maelifax recently... he was in quite the sorry condition and conversation was short. I'm glad he's down here in the forest, however. I had overheard two people discussing a debate they were in, and one of the quoted a phrase that had been said:
'I want action. I want justice. And if you, Lord British, or anyone can't give it to me, I'll get it myself.' That was shear poetry. I heard not what situation brought about that statement, but I do like the words.

Day 27
Slowly, but surely, I am making the forest undesireable again for them. I had met up with Calaban and we travelled together for most of the night. Lords were the most accomodating, as they quickly would cast that spell and get their cowardly selves out of my forest. Several others required a bit more persuasion, though.

Day 26
While Kudos was out doing whatever he does, I took hold of my chance and broke open the rusted hinge on the window bars. Standing outside, I was able to smell the pure fresh air of the forest. I was a long distance from home, but the run would do me some good. I had run into one of Kudos' women and gave her my armor to sell so that she may buy me a horse. The night air was exhilirating, and I was ready to hunt again! Once the horse was brought, I equipped my bow, quiver, and checked the contents of my sack... al was in order.By the heavens, to hunt again!!! I saw that I have much work to do, as the rats have poured back into the forests once more. Although that meant that I had to redo what was already done, it also meant a night of good hunting! I did not let that runaway spell bother me at all tonight, as it simply meant they were leaving the forest, and that is primarily what I want.
An encounter with Wild Cherry and Calamaranda has left me wondering... it was a long and interesting talk we had. That mongbat of a fool, Ezekiel, felt compelled to continually interrupt the conversation, but Calaban, who was travelling through, and Cherry did their best to shoo him off. His rash and brute behavior is so borishly male.
Later, Calaban had brought me... YES!... Zoo! We traded steeds, and off we went hunting. Things are beginning to get better. I am still weak and my aim is a bit off, but it is all coming back... and with Zoo to carry me through it all, I enjoyed the rest of the evening immensely! That forest WILL be cleared.

Day 25
I've found a weak spot in the bars. Tomorrow night I sneak out and go hunting while Kudos is out.

Day 24
I awoke today to Kudos tearing up papers and throwing them out through the bars on the window. When I asked if I could see Zoo, he told me that Myst never showed up to meet them. Kudos stunk of liquor. His boots had blood upon them, so I figured he had gone out hunting a bit last night. Jealousy courses my veins as I sit and think of the fun he is probably out there having, while I remain caged in this pile of stones, too weak to hunt a simple bear.

Day 22
Nothing to do but try to exercise and eat. Rummaged through Kudos' things... liquor, liquor, liquor, gold, liquor, braziers and leather skirts with dates and hash marks on them, more liquor. Got bored and ate all his ginseng... not too sure he'll be happy about that. This is such a bore. I want to go hunting again, but I'm not faring well out there. A pack of grizzlies who were pets to a Brit had charged me and almost tore me asunder in the fields. Soon, though... soon i will be hunting again. I have received word that Myst has Zoo kept safely and that he wishes to return him to me. I do not trust Myst, though. After all, he left his brethren for the sake of others... surely he will leave the new guild when something more suitable comes along... so typical of males. They blatantly display their lack of allegiance and then ask you to trust them.

Day 21
Warwind defeats Zhelavar The inevitable has happened. A mage on horseback showed me the darkness of death. I stood beside Zoo for hours as he patiently and loyally awaited my return. He saw me not, and, in the state I was now in, he could not hear me. I remained with him the entire time, and waved farewell when he finally wandered off into the forest. I hope he is found and kept, but I know the nature of the Brits... they destroy anything they can. I will not give up the forest. I know that returning to this world will weaken me greatly, but I will not give in. I will not let the fields be destroyed and the plains polluted. Tonight I will ask Kudos to bring me back and I will ride again.

Day 20
After two days of waiting, the hunt begins. An aggravating start it was, as Taskilitas scoffed my idea as being 'unprofitable' and gated Maelifax and himself back to the Pirate Island. Sicarius reminded us of his bad shoulder and did not come along either. Calaban, Kudos, and some fellow named Omet'iklan had come for the hunt, however. We circled the area that I wished to secure and felled all who entered. The night turned out quite well, although I am bothered by one of our kills... a wolf of sorts. I could not tell whether it was a man or a wolf, as it ran like a wolf and howled like a wolf, but bore many physical properties of a man. Mayhaps we should have fed it rather than killit, but what's done is done. Later that night, during some solo hunting, I came across a group of people standing about. After looking them all over, I chose the plate clad warrior as my mark and attacked. The attack was faring well until I felt the sharp arrows of none other than that damned Sir Eowdred! This became the second time that he has fouled a hunt of mine. I tried to chase him down, but he was far too fleet-footed for me and he knew the forest as well as I... mayhaps even better than I.

Day 18
Spotted Lightbow heading for the miners near CEC. Tried to intercept him and thought I ran him off. Not the case... he returned and killed a miner and I could do little to stop him. After a long and fruitless battle, I called a cease fire and tried talking with him. I know not why he hunts miners when he does possess the ability to hold his own in combat. I know my words fell on deaf ears, but I did try my best to pursuade him to leave the miners be.
Kudos said he had heard from several hunters, and that their arrival will be soon... very soon. I look forward to letting these Brits know that the forest is not theirs to pollute.

Day 17
Today's hunt with Calaban went well. Although we found minimal game, we did enjoy conversation and traveling together. I had collected enough reagents so I was able to send word to Kudos. He brought food and bandages. The fields must be tainted from this influx of 'civilization', as they bear little or no crops. I'm going to have to make a point to start hunting down the 'shoppers' in the area. This might help force the merchants away, and restore more fertile soil to the area.

Mages are silly little creatures. Aside from the truly odd noises they have begun making, they have the most peculiar habit of telling me that I am terrible in battle... and then casting that damed 'runaway' spell. I'm almost to the point of not bothering to waste arrows on them.

Day 16
Victories are few and far between. I spend most of my time healing both Zoo's and my wounds. I have not heard from Kudos in a few days. Without reagents or gold for him, I cannot send for supplies. As if it was some twisted sense of humor on the part of the heavens, a scrap of paper, carried by the wind, had fallen in my lap. It read:
Booming Market
By Serena
I've noticed, as of late, an explosion of
shops in and around Skara Bra...
I'm losing the battle on all fronts. I need Kudos... he'll know what to do.

Day 14
I could not find Wlby. Mayhaps he has found another one like me elsewhere. Good luck to whoever it may be. The damn mages have perverted their own art to allow themselves to cast two spells at once. I am getting buried in energy bolts everywhere I go. Time to lay low until I hear from the other hunters.

Day 13
The hunting game is getting difficult, and the words of the red-robed one resound in my head each night as I sleep... 'dost thee ever get lonely?'   I have not seen Wlby in weeks, so tonight I shall venture out to find him. He always has good advice.

Day 12
Spoke with Kudos. He is sending out the message to several other hunters. A hunt night is in order.

Day 11
MY forest Interesting encounter with the Rangers. They say that they own not any of the houses in the area, so I shall give them the benefit of the doubt. Visited the crossroads... Zoo is still annoyed at me for that. Traveled back to the mountain to search for the pack of hunters called PKU. Came across the guildmaster and one of their murderous minions. Once the pathetic DemonChild fell, the guard cast that damn spell and disappeared into the night. Kudos' assistant was with me, so I had handed her the keys I recovered from the body. Inside she walked, and reclaimed goods that shall be redistributed. When DemonChild returned, I informed him that he was in my forest and expressed my disgust for his killing of miners and for placing his horrid stone structure over a once pretty grass patch. This event helped me make my decision. It is MY forest. No one is at the top, and no one is at the bottom. All are hunter and hunted here. Brits will have to learn that.

Day 10
I am disappointed in myself. I succumbed to the charisma and congeniality of that cursed leader of the red and black guild. He seems to genuinely care for the forests... but why the pile of stones? Right there in such a beautiful flat field?!? And that woman in blue... Kudos had mentioned her before. Saphire, or something. I know not what to make of her either. Like a fool..a true FOOL... I conceded to restricting myself. Damn him and his pleasance! But I have little else but my soul and my word. Tomorrow I claim a portion of the forest as my own... a section devoid of the stone and lumber... an area where the animals and monsters and I can hunt each other without the pollution of the Brits. My head hurts. Are others like these two? But the structures... why?!? How can they love the land and then spoil it? I need rest... this is all too much for me. I need a place to call home, but that is tomorrow's project. For now, I must get the voice of that damned leader out of my head.

Day 9
Found a mage in a shop. The combination of her being a mage, and the ugly, ugly black dress she wore, made it a necessity to take her on. I attacked her and she cast that intolerable spell!! The spell however tossed her outside the shop to the west. The 'runaway' spell saved this mage not. I slaughtered her on the steps without mercy. I truly despise mages, though I shall never say such a thing to Kudos. I looked up at the sign on the shop. It belonged to Wild Cherry. I feel I made a bad mistake here. The news relayed to me in the past was that Wild Cherry was well known and respected. It is possible that I just made myself even more hunted than I already am.
Had a talk with another hunter. He was just returning from a night of hunting, and his success was far better than mine. It sounded like he found a really good hunting ground, because he indicated there was a lot more game in that area than there was in Skara Brae. I have included our conversation here, as it was refreshing to speak to another that was both hunter and hunted.

Day 8
Hearing word of other hunters in the area, I traveled to the mountain side in search of them. It was said that they go by the name of Player Killer Union, and that they were extraordinary hunters. Bah! I found there home, peered through the window, and saw little but a dazed mage summoning an army of rabbits, deer, and pigs! While hiding beside the house, two men from that red and black clothed guild had ridden by, the second of the two straggling a bit. I rode between the two and cut off the straggler. His horse was like the wind, carrying him quickly across the land, but Zoo was as determined as I, and we soon closed the gap. When the man fell, I saw a curious thing. His horse, so loyal and devoted to him, followed his spirit!!! I realized that we were quite near that Eagle structure, so I left and hid. It soon occurred to me that others might be in the area... scavengers who would plunder the man's belongings. I rode back but it was too late. His things were taken and his clothes were strewn about. Angered I was that someone would toss things about my forest! How dare they treat it with such disrespect!

Today I met a charmer. After rejoining his spirit with his body, he returned to gather his things. His words and eyes were hypnotic, and I could nothing but give in to his charm. I have written in the back of this journal, my Meeting with Feng Tien Bai

Day 7
The hunting game was spoiled today. While chasing a plate clad woman on horseback, she pulled the steed to a complete standstill and yelled 'Stop'. Frustrating at best! She was almost down! It would have been but a single shot more to make the kill! But how do you chase that which does not run? I told her to run, hide, or recall, but she did naught but stand there. There was nothing i could do. She would not run, nor would she fight back. Knowing not what else to do, I simply nodded to her, said farewell, and rode off. Zoo and I washed up in a nearby lake and then called it a day. Plategirl put a cloud over the day's hunt, so it was time to camp and wait until tomorrow.

Day 6
Today was a good day. Several bags of reagents and gold I had collected. I can now call upon Kudos again to bring me food and supplies. It has been several days without collecting reagents, and Kudos has made it clear that he shall not bring me a thing without a decent supply of reagents awaiting him. Kudos is quite the entertaining one. He is a typical male... arrogant and wasteful. He throws away the gold I give him on women and wine. He has little concern for anything but pleasure, especially at the expense of others.

Day 5
Went south passed huge stone structures today. Stumbled across a lone fellow standing before a house that bore the sign "Eagle's Ayrie". Wasting no time, I rode in for the kill. He was fast! So fast that it was near impossible to get a decent shot in on him. He reminded me of the mice. The mice were always a lot harder than the rats... they ran in little circles and back again, just like this fellow. In the end, though, he did fall. I gathered his gold and a bag and headed for the shore, but a gate opened and I panicked. I had entered the house to hide, thinking it was still unlocked, as he was right outside the door when I set my sights on him. When I found that I was quickly unlocking and relocking the door (an anomoly of the Britannian universe), I realized I had a key on me. By then it was too late. The troops had rushed the door and stood about the house. Not one for taking advantage of quirks in the way things occur in our world, I decided to try to make a break for it, rather than engage in some mystical 'log out' magic that, to me, would not have been true or fair. I hammered through the crowd and out the door. Once seeing that no one gave chase, I then returned to the house and dropped the bag with the key at the doorstep, making sure that those inside noticed my actions. No matter how much I despise their huge stone shelters and destruction of the land, I shall never take a home from anyone... which is an obvious contradition to how these Brits feel.

Day 4
Road day! Arieila, one of the more scholarly healers, had given me a book to read while camping out on road days. I had just reached the part where the monsters captured a young girl, when two hunters came down the road. I watched as they passed and made note of their plate armor and bows. Plate and a bow? Only men would be silly enough to wear such restrictive armor and try to draw a bow! Keeping to the woods, I followed them closely behind. It appeared to be an even match, so I went in for the kill. It was hard to fire my bow, as I was laughing so hard from the antics of the fellow whom the other called Meth. This 'Meth' character had put away his bow and started casting harmful spells upon himself! And, if that wasn't enough, all the damage done to be by the superb archery of his aid, was undone when Meth went and HEALED ME! I know not what he was thinking, but I am glad for his help! He did perish, and I cannot take full credit for the kill, as he did most of the work himself.

I had oft heard the name spoken about the woods, but today I came face to face with the person. Jessica. Talk about a hunt! The rush! The chase! Her tactics were as impressive as her speed. We fought across a barren field for the longest of time, until a young girl wandered into the area. 'What are you doing!', she yelled. The girl I had met before. TINK was her name. Jealous I am of her innocence and sweetness, but thankful I am that I haven't her naivety. The look of distress and panic on her face wracked me with a terrible feeling that I cannot explain. I broke from combat and rode southeast, across the road, and hide beside a castle. It was there that I took inventory of my wounds. The heat of the hunt had prevented me from noticing how badly wounded I was. An arrow of Jessica's was deep within my left thigh, and I was bleding badly. That girl, although she did not know it, had saved my life. Jessica would have surely bested me. I bandaged the wounds and set camp for the night. I shall forever remember that battle.

Day 3
Brushed down Zoo today. His mane was getting quite ratty. We were standing in the woods, eating apples and gourds, when a raucous of foul speech came from the north. I mounted Zoo and snuck quietly towards the voices. Three people in matching uniform were carrying on quite noisily. An archer and two mages. Grrr.. I do so loathe mages! I listened to their ramblings for a while longer, and then chose my mark. The one they called Stavros shall be today's rat. Chase was given and the mages kept me well on the run. I bore down on Stavros and let him not out of my site. I must say, the guild stayed together well, and separated not during the battle. Once I felled Stavros, however, the other two subjected me to a punishing fire of explosions and other painful spells. Zoo reared up, as the fires severely wounded him, so I thought it best to retreat. I have seen where they live... a massive foul building with a forge and anvil on the porch. Several such buildings are in this area. These Brits live on top of each other, and I see not how they can like these structures over the openness of a beautiful field... like the field that was once there before their caravans appeared.

Travelled to Rat Valley. I was taught there by a half dozen members of a guild called EoD that my presence was unwelcomed. Serves me right for entering the hunting grounds of others.


Day 2
I awoke to see a Ranger carving bows. He tossed them about the forest with complete abandon. Anger took over and I made short work of the fellow. Looking back, it might have been a better warning to tell him to pick them up. I do not know if he realized the reason for his death. Very bad judgement on my part... next time I shall make a point to order him to take his mess out of my forest.

Day 1
I know they will build more, so I must make every effort to suppress their attempts now. I must make these woods undesireable to them, else I shall lose them as I had lost the East Britain plains when I was a child. I came across a pair of rangers today, and snuck up on them quietly. I listened as they spoke to each other of meeting halls and markets. The lady ranger was Vixen, and the man was Ezekiel Stormbow. They dressed in the same uniform as that feisty Gweneviere... a ranger whose final words were 'I want their heads!' Their guild is the Rangers of Skara Brae. Very good people, but I do have a serious want for them to take their 'goodness' back to the city. I hear of many unused buildings in the city and I shall do my best to reinforce how unsafe it is for them in the wilderness.

The chase went surprisingly well. It was quite the struggle for a good portion of time, but Ezekiel fled, leaving Vixen to be the catch for the day. I had dealt with these Rangers before, so I knew a search party would be swiftly on it's way. I rode to secluded area and set camp for the night.