Chronicler

The Chronicler caught the sound of manical laughter and something else coming from Salingen. "Could it be...tigers?" he thought to himself. A second later he shrugged it off, knowing that any threats would be easily handled by Lan and the rest of the bodyguard. The Chronicler, yet again, turned his attention to the men talking. Did he hear the name Zelse? And why would that sound remotely familiar? and the other one, was he an elf like the one the courier had spoken of? Questions, questions. Now it was time for answers. The Chronicler stepped forward and said: "Greetings fellow citizens of Palon Vertas. I hope I did not startle you."

On the topic; You might look at the food bar as your energy bar (as Trollson said) the suggestion to have energy separated from food doesn't serve any real purpose to me. Why would you like to have both? The idea to find uses for the "other" attributes is a good thing though. And it would be realy nice to find uses for those attributes eventually, if ont only to make sure that having your phys/coord aproaching infinity is not THE way to do it.

The Chronicler walked up to a shelf in the monastery library and pulled out a tome. This was an old tome, yet it was mysterious. Some pages of it were blank, while some were filled with text and even symbols. When you touched those symbols you became part of the story told. At least that was what he thought. The Chronicler put the book on a reading desk with a loud "thump" and in the flickering light of his lamp he read the cover and it said "War Of Mynadar". The only thing he needed to find out was what symbols he had to touch to be able to "see" the content of the book, and he had a pretty good idea. ((I might join you in this RP if you have room for one more participant))

The Chronicler stood still. His breathing was hardly noticeable. From afar he saw two men talking and somehow he felt a presence of something.... something familiar. He didn't know what beckoned him but he flet the need to approach these men to enquire of their whereabouts. "I will need help to find the site" he whispered to himself. Treading softly he approached the men talking in the forest. As he came closer he thought he noticed something else, or perhaps someone else, of this he couldn't be sure, but the forest seemed to hold a few surprises still. "Now where is your bodyguard when you need them" he thought to himself. Of course he knew perfectly well why the bodyguard wasn't there, they were scouting Salingen after being told to do so by no less than the Chronicler himself. "Asking myself rethorical questions must be a sign that I spend far too much time without company, am I right?" he whispered to himself, then he shrugged off the thoughts. He didn't want to get caught unaware, unprepared and absolutley not rambling to himself he thought with a smile. He took a few steps forward and a thought eluded his mind "Lets meet these travellers". In that time of unholy fire, Peace and tranquilty were lost in the pyre The Book of Bane, Chapter 3, the Anceint verse of darkness.

Upon arriving in Salingen, the Chronicler had his mind set on finding the Adventurer's Post and there to find a map of old Irilion. So he directed his bodyguard to find a room and to stay out of sight. This was an opportunity to go incognito. The Chronicler smiled. A sudden disturbance drew his attention, wasn't that the growl of a .... a Feran? and who was shouting? A previously unknown streak of curiosity hit The Chronicler and against all advice he walked slowly towards the sounds. His flesh did sour, his soul did roar The Book of Bane, Chapter 3, the Anceint verse of darkness.

The Shadow we fear, it is not a thing to make fun of or hope to be a blessing.

Yes it was Derin's account - abusing a guildmate.