Journal of a Traveler

This is the journal of Talies, a half-elven lad who joined the Bard's Guild on Bristlebane, and set out for numerous adventures. Although the most current page will be on the front, later pages are in order. To start at the beginning, click here.

February 12th, 3172

I finally did it! I told Mother that it was time for me to join my elven brethren, packed my bag and left for Kelethin. It was only a days walk from our village, but it seems so far now. And Kelethin! It's almost too wonderful to describe! Let me back up a little, perhaps explain a little.

My name is Talies. I have no last name because I never knew my father. He was a human, that I'm sure, because I'm only half-elven. Mother refuses to tell me anything about him, so I'm hoping that eventually I will find him. In the meantime, I've decided to do the only thing I ever really had any talent for: play music. I'd long heard tales of the fabulous Bards from Kelethin, so that seemed the only logical choice. Our village elder was kind enough to write me a letter of recommendation, which she told me to take to Sylia Windlehands in the Songweaver's Guild in Kelethin.

Now I'm here, and is it ever scary! Kelethin is a city in the trees, and I don't mean just among them - I mean it's actually up in the trees themselves! I had to take a lift up to the platform, where there were people running around, selling stuff and chatting like it was nothing special to be a hundred feet off the forest floor.

Conquering my fears, I walked up to one of the local merchants and asked the way to the Songweaver's Guild. He pointed me across a very long, very shaky looking rope bridge. Steadying my courage, I very slowly, carefully made my way across the bridge. About halfway across some elf running impossibly fast nearly ran me off the bridge. As I turned to yell about his carelessness, he half turned, smiled an apology and raised his drumstick in a sort of salute! He was a Bard!

Shaking my head, I made it the rest of the way across the bridge, and found myself on another platform. Just across another short bridge, I saw the object of my quest: The Songweaver's Guild. No fear this time, I strode across the bridge, opened the door, and stepped into my new life.

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