From the Journal of Chintae The Cleric

Entries from Haven’s Sanctuary - The Begining

Prelude

Chintae stared out the window to the Ramparts far below her as her men continued to fight off the undead that assaulted their gates. She shook her head at the thought. Her men. Her outpost.  She still couldn’t believe it, that the fight for Divine Grasp had been won, and now renamed to Haven’s Sanctuary, and a sanctuary it would remain.

A particularly cold gust of wind rattled the old windows, forcing her back from the window into the relative warmth of the fort. The fire had been lit and was doing its best to combat the constant chill that swept the Plains of Anguish, aptly named for the torture the denizens of the place had come to know. She had moved the often unused desk closer to the hearth to write in her journal in comfort. She took these breaks to check on her men, but the words of her journal kept repeating themselves in her head.

The Beginning

I began this journal to detail the events that come to happen in Haven’s Sanctuary, but quickly discovered that I was missing details of information that pertain to events that occurred in my life and had to pause in my journal to make notes that turned into stories. Well, I decided it best to just start from the beginning and explain who I am and what led me to the decision to conquer and take control of Divine Grasp.

My name is Chintae. I was born on an island that you now call Jalen’s Retreat. A small island that housed my tribe, a small fishing village in dedication to Sihari and her often volatile ways. I took the name Chintae when I turned thirteen cycles, meaning “Calm One”. It was also that day, when the Shaman of our village came and declare me his apprentice. I was to learn how to heal and mend wounds, be Shaman of the village when it came time for him to pass on. Being twenty-seven cycles of age, it was much to the relief of the village, and a source of much joy for my parents.

The Shaman started out with simple things, like making poultices, which herbs I could mix for certain cures, and soon, began teaching me about my abilities. He said my gift was Divine, but never elaborated on it, saying that in time, it would be revealed to me. What he did teach me was the basic principles of my skills. Identify the problem, concentrate and *channel* the flow of power and guide the body’s ability to restore itself. I must admit, it sounds much easier said than done. It took me several moons to finally grasp the concept of channeling. Satisfied with my progress, the Shaman soon let me practice my skills on the children. I asked if I would hurt them, and he said there was nothing I could do to hurt them that they couldn’t bounce back from. Children were amazing when it came to healing injuries. It took the least amount of energy as their bodies were so willfully ready to do the rest.

This led to a very close and loving relationship with the kids of the village and my desire to someday be a mother myself. I loved children, I loved everything about them, and they in turn loved me. I would tell them stories, and sing them songs, they would race all over the island to bring me flowers to make me smile. And when their parents went to sea, I would watch over them until they returned. If they returned.

If you come to know anything about Sihari, is that She is as changing as the sea. If Her moods demand it, She will wreck ships, just to placate Her chaotic nature, and if you don’t pay homage to Her, She will bring down Her ultimate fury forever cursing your soul to walk the beaches or roam the water. She can be a cruel Goddess to serve, but just as benevolent. She provided us with our way of life, for we were fishers, and seemed to never run short of food to supply our village. She provided us with much needed rain to make our water with, and grow our small crop fields with.

So in honor of Her, we would hold a prayer to her, a celebration that last three days and nights filled with feasting, dancing, and homage to Her, Sihari. Then our fishers would pack up, go out to the boats to bring us back the food that kept us fed through the long winter months.

Other than this, our days were long and peaceful, and if one does not understand the simple pleasure of life, like a child smiling warmly upon you, or the embrace of a friend, it would be hard to understand why those were the happiest days of my life. As it is, my first introduction to the rest of Telon was a jarring and fairly terrifying experience. But that, I’ll save for another day.

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August 30, 2008 | Filed Under Journal 

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7 Responses to “Entries from Haven’s Sanctuary - The Begining”

  1. Agathorn on September 16th, 2008 9:37 am

    Trivia contest time! You’ll find the answer right here in this story.,

    What concept took Chintae several moons to finally grasp?

    The first comment with the correct answer wins a buddy key.

  2. Keiylia on September 18th, 2008 3:06 am

    Channeling. Specifically, channeling the flows of power to guide the body’s ability to restore itself.

  3. Tangelis on September 18th, 2008 7:44 am

    It took her several moons to grasp the concept of channeling.

  4. Tangelis on September 18th, 2008 7:47 am

    Nice begining to a story Chintae by the way. Very interested to read more.

  5. Agathorn on September 18th, 2008 3:29 pm

    Congratulations Keiylia! Your buddy key will be on its way shortly.

  6. Chintae The Cleric on September 19th, 2008 2:05 pm

    Thank you all for your very kind comments.

  7. Waivren on October 9th, 2008 10:52 am

    Nicely done.

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