The elf with the pen and the Book (Open to all, PLEASE Contribute!)

[Tellurion Tanendar]

Season of Summer, of Era I of the Celestine Mandate
Era X Post Fractum in the Age of the Darkening, the Mageocracy of Julos the Mad

Tellurion Tanendar flexed his left arm, impressed by its quick return to strength. It must have been the divine shower that had blessed the wreckage of Acumin that had healed it of its wounds, and returned it relatively whole to him.

But that didn't matter much. Tal wrote with his right hand, and he had a pen, inkslab, and plenty of water. He had a book, taken from the shelf at his house in Alleria Prime, and wondered when he would get back to it. It didn't matter much. He found himself a tree stump set at a pleasant height, and began to write in his book. Acumin had suffered much, and many of its people had died in the slaughter over the winter. He wanted to chronicle them all. Chronicle the smallest events, the little kindnesses, the happy days that many of these townfolk had. He wanted to chronicle what Captain Sythe might have felt, the Katta with a proud stalk's thoughts, yes, even the little annoying Halfling who'd hated him from the get go. Perhaps he might even learn his name.

So Tal had left a sign in the Tavern, that anyone who wanted to talk to him could, and he would write their experiences down, verbatim, in his book. He wanted the experiences of Mila and Lehan, and any other inhabitants of the town. He might get Lehan to later copy it as a record for the town, but he wanted his own, for his own keeping. It was in such histories that deeds of great people lived on, and the deeds of people who might not have done so would be remembered even centuries hence.

Acumin might be new, but it had to remember its past. And so Tal dipped his nib into the pool of ink he'd carefully mixed, and began to write, firstly his own story, and then the stories of anyone who wanted to add to it...


OOC: Tal will be at his tree stump, just come up and talk to him. put what you want written down in the book in brackets []. It'll get put into a chronicle that might get put into the archives, so join in please!