Fargo's Prison Diaries.

Fargo · 22nd January 2008, 11:39 AM

Day Five of my unfortunate confinement...

The deluded captain Kaelyn has once more refused to offer up to me the charges upon which I am held. It seems that she cannot create a plausible cause for holding me, never mind the crimes upon which I am to stand trial, whenever that may be.
In conversation with a fat guard, I learnt of the terrible fate which befall Lady Jade, I have been lead to believe that this savage branding will be meted out to all of the family who enter Trinsic.

I have managed to procure some comforts for my cell. My able assistant was able to breach the lax security of the jail and deliver to me such furnishings as a table, chair and decoration... this was not the only thing he had to offer up and I profess I dined eagerly, for I had not fed for several days. Fortunately, he is of sturdy heart and had the strength to slip away unseen before daybreak.

It is rich irony that my accomplice could have spirited me away from this dreary prison and non the wiser to my location, but I have resolved to have my day in court. and so shall it be shown that no man or woman, no matter what their station, may stand above the laws of Trinsic.

I shall prepare my defence, for though Ikus has offered to provide me with a counsel, I consider it improper to lay my fate in the hands of another. It is to be hoped that my assistant can pass on my messages to those who may be of aid to me. He knows of my requirements, few that they may be, paper for my defence tract and news of the comings and goings of certain persons whom may prove useful to me at the trial.

Patience. That is the watchword. Kaelyn may believe that I shall succumb to despair at my prolonged detainment. Little does she know me.

Fargo · 23rd January 2008, 11:43 AM

...Fargo's apparently lifeless body lies still upon the cold cell floor. The obvious mace wounds to his head proclaim to any who care to view, and those are few indeed, the nature of his fate.
Yet there are some who may have the skill to see that there is still that dark glimmer, the cold burning, of life yet upon him.

Who now could recall him to his existance and call forth the spirit which resides within?

Fargo · 24th January 2008, 01:50 PM

...In the shadowed darkness of the back streets of Trinisc two of Trinsic's finest, half carry, half drag a heavy burden. They are heading towards the healers, to deliver a corpse... or so they think!

They strip the body and cloth him in tattered rags, leaving Fargo's remains within the healers hallowed halls, with much dark muttering they turn tail upon the crime they have commited. It is over... no-one will ever know or possibly suspect...

Fargo · 24th January 2008, 02:17 PM

It seems I must start upon a new journal, as the worthies of Trinsic have stolen the one I commenced within their jail.
Not only that , but all my belongings and clothing.

I shall recount the details as best as can be recalled, for
I have the feeling that I may have need to use this tale as part of my defence...

I was sat within the cell, idly leafing through the papers that I had prepared, when without a by your leave, Kaelyn and a rather large, ungainly guard, who announced his name in a most unlearned manner, as Olaf, burst into my cell.
The poor captain has obviously supped too deeply from the cup of bitter resentment, for she ordered her oaf to set about me with his stick and then offered him the use of her mace.
The last detail I am able to recall, is of Kaelyn insisting that any force was suitable to subdue me...

Then nothing, until a strange growling in my ear woke me as if from a deep sleep. Sitting up slowly and not a little painfully, I took note of my surroundings. I lay upon the floor in the halls of the healers in the city of Trinsic and not a guard to be seen!
In fact there was not a soul about, not even a healer, but a small dog who barked at me insufferably until my head was fit to split.
I stood somewhat unsteadily and took stock of the situation.
Why I chose to wander out into the streets I know not, but I did, in the most part to quiet the irritable barking of the damned dog who snapped at my heals each time I slowed my pace or looked to turn down some side street. I was being shepherded towards the South Gate without even knowing of it.
I blame the blows upon the head for dulling my wits, for I believe I had sensed something about the animal, but I was still taken aback when the dog erupted before my eyes into the form of a drow, one who is known to me as the sister of Vierna.
She seemed rather abrupt and insisted that I begone from the region of Trinsic post haste, offering up to me a gate of magical properties through which I found myself in a place of apparent safety.
Looking back as I write this, I see now that the captain of the guards may have mistaken my not unsubstantial injuries as possibly fatal. I can think of no other reason why she should abandon me to the keeping of the healers, perhaps she wished to hide her own guilt?
I shall keep a distance from the city of Trinsic for the time being, but I am more driven than ever in achieving my goal of standing trial for the trumped up charges that Kaelyn may choose to throw at me.

My head is still rather sore. Rest and recuperation first I think.

Fargo · 28th January 2008, 01:46 AM

I have made my way to Skara Brae in the search for someone who may safely deliver a letter to the Duke of Trinsic. I am unsure of who will do this task for me, but they must be beyond reproach for I fear that the captain of the guards would hold them without cause, perhaps even do them harm, once she discovered their purpose.
I am unwilling to call upon any member of the family to undertake such a dangerous quest, but I have been given the name of someone who may be suitable.

Whilst making my way to Skara I came upon an old aquaintance, the Lord Leto, who's kindness I shall be sure to repay, for he has given me clothes and gold enough to keep me from sleeping in the woods! I have recieved much un-asked for assistance during my plight. It shall be remembered when my name is cleared...

I was fortunate indeed to come across a milk maid in the first cold chill of day, as the mists still curled betwwen the trees. She was making her way to an outhouse that I had chosen as somewhere to rest during the day... When the poor girl wakes she will suffer nought but a soreness and a deep ache within her, but I am much refreshed and am able to work more upon my defence, awaiting the day of my trial.

Fargo · 28th January 2008, 12:57 PM

This eve has been most productive.
I stumbled upon the remains of a burnt out house, within which lay countless pieces of armour. I was able to array myself in a style more beffiting, not that I am not grateful for Leto's gift of clothes, but I feel on more familiar ground thus adorned.
What is more, I met with one of the family, seeking out the secrets of the fallen house perhaps? I do not know, but I will attest to her loyalty and keen desire to assist me in my task.
With aid from the capable Fayte, I have engaged Gwen Irima of The Trinsic Rose and lately a guard of the Duchy, to pass a message to the Duke.
This letter lays forth my requests and I shall accede only to stand trial if those requests are met in full.

I shall now await a reply. I trust that it shall prove swift for I much desire to face the captain of the guards once more.

Fargo · 3rd February 2008, 08:52 PM

I rest once more within the walls of my keep. I have returned to Marble Isle non too soon, it seems, for there is strife within the family. That Gwen has been cast from the family is of little concern to me, but I am troubled, for the damage done whilst she was held in regard by Jade, has cast a long shadow over all.

A new Blade has been anointed in the time honoured manner, in battle with his peers. Omadon, a newcomer to the family has shown his strength in arms, at the same time Muldoon has shown his weakness of thought.

I shall seek to support Jade in her decisions for we now walk upon a knifes edge. Should we fail, we will no longer walk amongst the peoples of these lands without fear of their ignorant beliefs, instead we shall be driven from the free lands, to wander in the wilderness, supping from beasts. This ignomy cannot be allowed to occur.

I shall maintain a watchfull study of all.

22nd January 2008, 11:39 AM	#1
Fargo Join Date: Dec 2006 Shard: Europa Posts: 70 Thanks: 0 Thanked 0 Times in 0 Posts	Fargo's Prison Diaries. Day Five of my unfortunate confinement... The deluded captain Kaelyn has once more refused to offer up to me the charges upon which I am held. It seems that she cannot create a plausible cause for holding me, never mind the crimes upon which I am to stand trial, whenever that may be. In conversation with a fat guard, I learnt of the terrible fate which befall Lady Jade, I have been lead to believe that this savage branding will be meted out to all of the family who enter Trinsic. I have managed to procure some comforts for my cell. My able assistant was able to breach the lax security of the jail and deliver to me such furnishings as a table, chair and decoration... this was not the only thing he had to offer up and I profess I dined eagerly, for I had not fed for several days. Fortunately, he is of sturdy heart and had the strength to slip away unseen before daybreak. It is rich irony that my accomplice could have spirited me away from this dreary prison and non the wiser to my location, but I have resolved to have my day in court. and so shall it be shown that no man or woman, no matter what their station, may stand above the laws of Trinsic. I shall prepare my defence, for though Ikus has offered to provide me with a counsel, I consider it improper to lay my fate in the hands of another. It is to be hoped that my assistant can pass on my messages to those who may be of aid to me. He knows of my requirements, few that they may be, paper for my defence tract and news of the comings and goings of certain persons whom may prove useful to me at the trial. Patience. That is the watchword. Kaelyn may believe that I shall succumb to despair at my prolonged detainment. Little does she know me. __________________

23rd January 2008, 11:43 AM	#2
Fargo Join Date: Dec 2006 Shard: Europa Posts: 70 Thanks: 0 Thanked 0 Times in 0 Posts	Re: Fargo's Prison Diaries. ...Fargo's apparently lifeless body lies still upon the cold cell floor. The obvious mace wounds to his head proclaim to any who care to view, and those are few indeed, the nature of his fate. Yet there are some who may have the skill to see that there is still that dark glimmer, the cold burning, of life yet upon him. Who now could recall him to his existance and call forth the spirit which resides within? __________________

24th January 2008, 01:50 PM	#3
Fargo Join Date: Dec 2006 Shard: Europa Posts: 70 Thanks: 0 Thanked 0 Times in 0 Posts	Re: Fargo's Prison Diaries. ...In the shadowed darkness of the back streets of Trinisc two of Trinsic's finest, half carry, half drag a heavy burden. They are heading towards the healers, to deliver a corpse... or so they think! They strip the body and cloth him in tattered rags, leaving Fargo's remains within the healers hallowed halls, with much dark muttering they turn tail upon the crime they have commited. It is over... no-one will ever know or possibly suspect... __________________

24th January 2008, 02:17 PM	#4
Fargo Join Date: Dec 2006 Shard: Europa Posts: 70 Thanks: 0 Thanked 0 Times in 0 Posts	Re: Fargo's Prison Diaries. It seems I must start upon a new journal, as the worthies of Trinsic have stolen the one I commenced within their jail. Not only that , but all my belongings and clothing. I shall recount the details as best as can be recalled, for I have the feeling that I may have need to use this tale as part of my defence... I was sat within the cell, idly leafing through the papers that I had prepared, when without a by your leave, Kaelyn and a rather large, ungainly guard, who announced his name in a most unlearned manner, as Olaf, burst into my cell. The poor captain has obviously supped too deeply from the cup of bitter resentment, for she ordered her oaf to set about me with his stick and then offered him the use of her mace. The last detail I am able to recall, is of Kaelyn insisting that any force was suitable to subdue me... Then nothing, until a strange growling in my ear woke me as if from a deep sleep. Sitting up slowly and not a little painfully, I took note of my surroundings. I lay upon the floor in the halls of the healers in the city of Trinsic and not a guard to be seen! In fact there was not a soul about, not even a healer, but a small dog who barked at me insufferably until my head was fit to split. I stood somewhat unsteadily and took stock of the situation. Why I chose to wander out into the streets I know not, but I did, in the most part to quiet the irritable barking of the damned dog who snapped at my heals each time I slowed my pace or looked to turn down some side street. I was being shepherded towards the South Gate without even knowing of it. I blame the blows upon the head for dulling my wits, for I believe I had sensed something about the animal, but I was still taken aback when the dog erupted before my eyes into the form of a drow, one who is known to me as the sister of Vierna. She seemed rather abrupt and insisted that I begone from the region of Trinsic post haste, offering up to me a gate of magical properties through which I found myself in a place of apparent safety. Looking back as I write this, I see now that the captain of the guards may have mistaken my not unsubstantial injuries as possibly fatal. I can think of no other reason why she should abandon me to the keeping of the healers, perhaps she wished to hide her own guilt? I shall keep a distance from the city of Trinsic for the time being, but I am more driven than ever in achieving my goal of standing trial for the trumped up charges that Kaelyn may choose to throw at me. My head is still rather sore. Rest and recuperation first I think. __________________

28th January 2008, 01:46 AM	#5
Fargo Join Date: Dec 2006 Shard: Europa Posts: 70 Thanks: 0 Thanked 0 Times in 0 Posts	Re: Fargo's Prison Diaries. I have made my way to Skara Brae in the search for someone who may safely deliver a letter to the Duke of Trinsic. I am unsure of who will do this task for me, but they must be beyond reproach for I fear that the captain of the guards would hold them without cause, perhaps even do them harm, once she discovered their purpose. I am unwilling to call upon any member of the family to undertake such a dangerous quest, but I have been given the name of someone who may be suitable. Whilst making my way to Skara I came upon an old aquaintance, the Lord Leto, who's kindness I shall be sure to repay, for he has given me clothes and gold enough to keep me from sleeping in the woods! I have recieved much un-asked for assistance during my plight. It shall be remembered when my name is cleared... I was fortunate indeed to come across a milk maid in the first cold chill of day, as the mists still curled betwwen the trees. She was making her way to an outhouse that I had chosen as somewhere to rest during the day... When the poor girl wakes she will suffer nought but a soreness and a deep ache within her, but I am much refreshed and am able to work more upon my defence, awaiting the day of my trial. __________________

28th January 2008, 12:57 PM	#6
Fargo Join Date: Dec 2006 Shard: Europa Posts: 70 Thanks: 0 Thanked 0 Times in 0 Posts	Re: Fargo's Prison Diaries. This eve has been most productive. I stumbled upon the remains of a burnt out house, within which lay countless pieces of armour. I was able to array myself in a style more beffiting, not that I am not grateful for Leto's gift of clothes, but I feel on more familiar ground thus adorned. What is more, I met with one of the family, seeking out the secrets of the fallen house perhaps? I do not know, but I will attest to her loyalty and keen desire to assist me in my task. With aid from the capable Fayte, I have engaged Gwen Irima of The Trinsic Rose and lately a guard of the Duchy, to pass a message to the Duke. This letter lays forth my requests and I shall accede only to stand trial if those requests are met in full. I shall now await a reply. I trust that it shall prove swift for I much desire to face the captain of the guards once more. __________________

3rd February 2008, 08:52 PM	#7
Fargo Join Date: Dec 2006 Shard: Europa Posts: 70 Thanks: 0 Thanked 0 Times in 0 Posts	Re: Fargo's Prison Diaries. I rest once more within the walls of my keep. I have returned to Marble Isle non too soon, it seems, for there is strife within the family. That Gwen has been cast from the family is of little concern to me, but I am troubled, for the damage done whilst she was held in regard by Jade, has cast a long shadow over all. A new Blade has been anointed in the time honoured manner, in battle with his peers. Omadon, a newcomer to the family has shown his strength in arms, at the same time Muldoon has shown his weakness of thought. I shall seek to support Jade in her decisions for we now walk upon a knifes edge. Should we fail, we will no longer walk amongst the peoples of these lands without fear of their ignorant beliefs, instead we shall be driven from the free lands, to wander in the wilderness, supping from beasts. This ignomy cannot be allowed to occur. I shall maintain a watchfull study of all. __________________

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