Basic Information Name: Rozalin Fiera Aliases: Lady Fiera, Lady, Roz, Roza, Rozi, Fiera, Highness Gender: Female Race: Tiefling Age: 23 Profession:Spoiled Princess, Librarian. Languages: Infernal, Abyssal, Celestial Physical Information Body build: Lithe Skin type: Silky and well maintained (at least it was) Hair style: A well designed and maintained hairstyle. Colouring:
[b]Hair:[/b] Blond [b]Eyes:[/b] Red [b]Skin:[/b] Fair [/li]
Mental Information Philosophy: Everyone fits into their roles, and everyone follows the social structure.... and everyone else is below her. Personality:
[u]Snobbish[/u] [i]It's simple, she's better than you.[/i] [u]Dependant[/u] [i]What do you mean I have to work for money?[/i] [u]Naieve[/u] [i]Has she ever even left her castle before now?[/i] [/li]
Additional Information Jewelry: Plenty Habbits/hobbies: Archery, Reading General Health: Very good health, fairly squishy. Favorite Drink: A fine wine, preferably well aged, crafted by the finest winers in the land.
This young debutante had always held her head high. She was proud of her title, and why shouldn't she be? She was born into a position of significance, having a man-servant since before she could even speak, she'd never had to lift a finger. Yes, Lady Rozalin was precisely the sort of stuck up, spoiled princess that anyone with the misfortune to deal with would dread. Rozalin had been given the world from birth, and it was clear she felt deserving of just that, the world.
This also made her a prime target for kidnapping. As a precaution, or so she would assume, Rozalin was confined to the castle, kept indoors, and always under a watchful eye. This did not stop anyone from trying.
Eventually, one did succeed to an extent. On a fateful day, while walking through the corridors of the castle she found herself suddenly, and oddly, alone. Without warning things went dark and she felt herself being carried. She struggled, but her kicks and muffled screams for help did little good as she was tossed about. The trip didn't last long without the welcome sound of pursuers chasing her and her kidnapper, but before the fight broke out she found herself pushed, then falling. Eventually she landed, and her bindings were broken. She removed the cloth about her face and looked around at her unfamiliar surroundings. Whomever had nabbed her had disappeared, as had the men in persuit. Rozalin was now alone.
But, surely not for long, she thought. Afterall, she was Lady Rozalin Fiera, surely someone would recognize her and bring her home...
Rozalin sits in an uncomfortable wooden chair, she can practically feel the splinters on her delicate figure. She slowly produced a small book that she had purchased earlier that day while wandering about the bazaar. She had decided to document her time in this town, for whatever reason.
As I sit and write this I find myself away from home for the first time. My encounters with common people has been quite interesting thus far. The most foremost thing on my mind is that my title, my name, appears to mean nothing to the common person in this town. Not a single soul appeared concerned to see me out and mingling without a knight escort. What shocked me even further was that not one recognized me in the slightest. Not by face, nor name. I do not know how backwater and cut off this place is, they claim it to be a central hub of sorts, a place that connects to all places. Blasphemy, I say. Perhaps they are all convinced incorrectly, surely this calls for some investigating into the history of this city.
Sigil, I believe they called it.
I did have the fortune of encountering a knight, however he wore the clothes of a commoner. This, also, I found most interesting. What form of knight does not display his title through his clothing? Truly this Sigil is a strange place. Others I encountered varied from small half creatures, and other ladies of some significance...
Rozalin paused to laugh at that before adding
at least, relative significance, of course. I would not be surprised to find if most beings here were some form of self-proclaimed people of importance. I do not believe they stem from any actual noble roots.
But, I will digress on that topic. I fear I could fill the entire book on that.
A few locals made the claim that Balors are real. Yes, the nightmarish creatures used to terrify children into obedience actually exist to these people. Perhaps they are lying, yet they all seemed so convinced. Even the knight stated their existence.... and furthermore, some of them actually combat the creatures! I can not fathom how one would do such a thing... and this act did not seem to hold any significance to any of the ones who claimed to do such. Dare I say, they made it sound like a passtime akin to knitting or archery...
Rozalin writes in the margins Find place to practice archery. We can not get out of practice.
Then she continues with the rest of her diary entry. I did have the fortune of meeting a generous monk who had paid for my lodgings... however when they said the room would be clean I expected... well... clean. This place is filthy. I think I heard some sort of small mammal squeaking in the night. I can feel a layer of dirt sticking to my skin, and I am doing all in my power to keep from complaining about it. Afterall, this is a common inn, and I should not expect the quality I am used to.
Still, I am incredibly exhausted. The other day was terribly trying, but what makes it worse is that the bed in which I was to sleep upon was horribly bumpy and hard. Dare I say, it is clearly very used, and has most likely not been replaced in... ever. They might as well have given me a slab of granite to sleep on, with a separate rock for a pillow. I may as well be in a cave, as the quality would be relative... as would the amount of noise and filth.
My dress is dirty, and this is making me sad. The kindly monk did show me a place to get new clothing, however one of my new outfits is already dirty as well, and the other has become terribly wrinkled. The troubles of this is multiplied infinitely by that nobody is taking my offer of post-payment for laundry services. Instead, one suggested that I clean it myself. MYSELF. I am a lady! I do not clean things.
To make the prior point all the worse, it was suggested I find a way of earning the local currency, which has a term that simply reeks of common... jink. I feel so low brow just using the term... but, it was suggested that I find work. Work! Clearly the denizens of this burg are not familiar with a real lady.
She looks the entry over once, smiles, and nods, happy with her work before she tucks the book away. Rozalin then stands and dusts off her dress as best as she can before turning to the door to her room. With a deep breath she prepares for yet another day of dealing with the masses.
Again, I am sore. I do not feel I will become accustomed to these lodgings. In fact, I fail to see how any being could ever become accustomed to them. I had to pay for the room, myself, which is outlandish considering that not a soul had come by to prepare the room in my absense. No, it was expected that I clean up the room so that I might use it. Again, I find this blasphemous, what an odd way to run a business.
Both of my new dresses have been kissed by the filth that encovers this city. I now have nothing clean to wear, and I find this most distressing. I could go and purchase yet another set of clothing, but I fear that I would quickly find myself in need of actually looking into, dare I say, working to simply suppliment my clothing purchases. Furthermore, should I continue that trend, I would need to hire someone to carry my clothing once I manage to be rescued, or find a way home. Such a thing would normally be simple, however the denizens of this burg are very resistant to the idea of being paid for such services... nobody is even willing to wash my dresses.
On the topic of cleanliness, I am appaled at the state of the baths in this city. I was instructed to head to the gymnasium if I wished to clean my bodice, which was in dire need of washing. When I arrived I found their only facilities to be a PUBLIC BATH. Can you believe this? A common pool of water that has been used by countless creatures of all manner of shape and size... and GENDER... are to wash themselves in this common room. To my fortune I found the place deserted when I arrived, however I could not feel clean despite my best efforts. Surely the water was cycled somewhere, and perhaps it was my own paranoia, but I could not help but feel like I was merely wiping away the filth of the city and adding the filth of another person. When I emerged from the bath I encountered a very rude short man, I believe it was a dwarf, who commenced to make an offensive and inappropriate comment about my physical body while our paths crossed. I simply must find a better way to bathe, this is very unacceptable.
I am saddened to report that my second day was met with two, similar, situations wherein I was proved to be too critical of first impression. The first was with a heavy built green lady with tusks... I am not certain what manner of creature she is, but I have come to accept that creatures come in different shapes, they can not all be regal and well formed. But, this woman... I can not recall her name... she was wearing dead animal skins about town. How absolutely dreadful, I thought upon first viewing. It was not refined or processed, simply dead skin and bones. She did not seem phased by it. When I confronted the woman about it she refered to me as strange for suggesting she should wear something with more class. I was appaled, and, yes, I did lose my composure at first. A second encounter with the woman did result in an apology from my part, and a trip to the Festhall clothing store where we attempted to find her an outfit more suited for a lady. It is unfortunate that most of the outfits did not fit her build, but eventually we found something that was earthy, yet ladylike. I feel this was a positive encounter in the end.
The other encounter, however, was less than pleasant. When first arriving I was approached by many creatures. I assumed this was because there were in awe of seeing an actual lady in the streets of their second class city. One of them appeared a beggar, and he was rather forward in interrupting my conversation with the knight whom I have befriended. Well, today when I encountered him again he had cleaned himself up and was wearing robes. Naturally, I blamed my forwardness on my trying day, but in truth I believe the man still to be a beggar. I do not know how or why he has managed to pose as something else... he claimed to be a researcher into the nature of the planes... and then he proceeded to INSULT and THREATEN me. I was appaled, how dare a man so simple threaten me. On normal circumstances I would not stand for it, however I found myself very alone... I simply must approach someone to see if I can hire a personal guard. My hopes of getting the knight to become my personal guardian appear to be unatainable, as he is very busy with other duties... at any rate, I held my tongue despite the clear need for this commoner to be put back into his place.
Going back to the topic of my thick skinned female friend whom I assisted in finding a dress for... honestly, I can not remember her name... she gifted me a book, which was very thoughtful of her. It is titled Cant Dictionary For The Clueless. Despite the suggested insult in the gift, I have found it most informative... but one thing sticks out, in all of their terms there seems to be a hint of aggression or negativity. It appears that speaking the Cant, as they call it, is to take on a very improper tongue... I shall not degrade myself and use the terms herein, however the book will make it easier to understand some of what is being said.
As I sit down to fill out this entry in my diary, I find myself a mix of relieved, and still irritated.
I am relieved for a multitude of reasons. For starters I have managed to have my clothing cleaned. It appears there are some people with some semblance of class in this city. Namely, the Sensbanes. While I may find the lord, Jach, rather eccentric and strange, he has been very welcoming. His daughter, as well, has been hospitable despite having a recent close encounter with her own mortality. I am very glad that she survived the encounter, as had she not I may still be plagued with unclean clothing. Though I have not found a solution to the unfortunate public bath.
In another piece of good news, I have enlisted a young man as a knight guardian in my service. The young Sir Azrinoth swore himself in my service. While I am not certain of his skills, I am grateful that one has finally offered his services. This should assist in case of any negative attention my status may call. What is fortunate as well is, the man is a weaponsmith. He crafted me a wonderful bow for my practice.
However, there are still negative aspects of this city. Namely in that beggar that poses as a scholar. He persists in attempting to hold a conversation. He continues to state that I am helpless, and should learn to fight. I fail to see a need to learn any brutish tactical combat. I am not some sort of amazon woman who must slaughter wild creatures to survive. The man suggests the city is some sort of wild jungle where one must fight or die... what a horrid way to run a city.
Hopefully with the addition of my new knight guardian I will not need to endure this man's comments much longer.
Where is my Rescue? ================== I write this entry from an infirmary in the Harmonium barracks. Lady Kalina was, evidently, kidnapped from her home... which had since been burned... There is an entire story I am missing among these people. Lady Kalina was rescued... or located... it is difficult to really understand what happened, there appears an underlying plot somewhere... with what motivation I know not...
Regardless.
My days here are beginning to become more routine... mixes of irritation and relief. My knight gardian has proved to be partially competent... however he still is greatly lacking in the training for a true knight guardian. I have had to correct him on a pair of occasions now. The first being when he snuck up on me. I had disappeared to the Festhall to look for a new outfit and to utilize their changerooms. I then returned to the bazaar, where the young guardian appeared next to me, startling me! Absurd! How dare he sneak around me like that. I was worried he had spied on me in the change room... and I am still wary of whether or not he has done this. I will give him the benifit of the doubt for now on that. Still, he has been told that he is to not sneak around me, and that I am to know his whereabouts at all times... like a real knight guardian.
The second occurance was moments later. A filthy young woman was in a conversation with me. She had mentioned her father had given her money and sent her out in the world... while this could be forgivable as a standard practice, she also mentioned a condition wherein she could not remember anything. This disturbed me, that this woman's father would allow her to roam free in this condition... not just allow, but encourage. I was outraged! I will admit that I could not keep my temper contained, and may have been speaking poorly of the woman's father. Whilst doing so another man had begun to argue my points... and in this conversation the young knight spoke his mind against my own. The very nerve! Again I had to correct him... in public, no less!
I do hope that in the future I will not have to correct him so frequently... the young one has much to learn, it seems.
Aside from these incidents I do find myself very worried. There has been no sign of my father's men coming for a rescue. While I am aware it has only been a handfull of days, it is still a disturbing thought that it is taking so long. I would suspect an entire batallion of soldiers looking for my whereabouts... and if some ruffians can manage to get me here, certainly my father and his men can! But, perhaps it is not so simple... it has been suggested that these portals can be fickle... I will have to bide my time it seems.
I have had the pleasure of running into Sir Animus again. Unfortunately he is a very busy man, which leaves him little time for formalities or social encounters. I do hope that things go well for him, and that he has a moment for relaxation in the near future. I would very much like to speak with him some more.
I observed him working medically with Lady Kalina. He is certainly skilled with the craft... but it is such a messy job, I could not imagine doing such things... so much blood.
I do hope I am not becoming an annoyance in his eyes.
The bath situation remains the same. I took to clean myself again this morning, and still felt the same filth what I did before... others had suggested that I bathe somewhere more secluded, such as a waterfall in some place called the beastlands... despite the boorish name of the place (bad pun, I know) the place is suggested to be very much outdoors... this suggests dirt... much dirt. I know the people mean well, but it is very evident they can not understand the needs of a real lady.
Addendum: First Friend =================== It is the same night as my last entry. However once things had settled down about Lady Kalina, Animus had a moment to speak with me. I am grateful for the opportunity... you will note that I did not refer to him as sir Animus. This is because he has revealed to me that he is not actually knighted. It came as a shock, that a man with the title of paladin was not knighted. However, this is a different world that I am in, and it is most unlike what I am accustomed to. He mentioned something of faith, in truth I am not certain what it means. The man is still noble and selfless. I will stand by my belief that he should be granted the title of knighthood. Yet, when offered again he resisted, quoting that the circumstances were the same. He is needed in many other places, and this is understandable. But he should be given something of a title in my eyes.
This comes as a shock. I have met many a man who has knighthood, yet I did not believe they earned such... many men in my father's service are selfish and brutish, barely more than thugs... it made me wonder frequently just how they attained the rank.... possibly through birthright... which is another topic that plagues me...
Birthright. It means nothing here. As I had stated to Animus, when I am in the city I often feel like I am just another person with horns, as there are many of them about. I do not feel as revered as I am used to. Where once I stood as a pinnacle of what most wish they could be, here I am normal... nay, to some I think they may even look down on me! Blasphemous, I know, but it appears as such. Perhaps they think of me as some joke to toss my title around.
Before I retired for the night to my room Animus had used a word that struck me oddly. He called me a friend. This is a curious term... I have heard it... I have read it... yet I can not make it akin to anything aside from my personal servant. Yet, this is different... the admiration and respect I saw in Animus' actions and words were very different than what I was used to. As he requested that I do not call him sir Animus and further, I have given him permission to simply call me Rozalin. Now when I think on it I wonder if this was the best decision... its informality haunts me still... what if it should catch on? Would I truly become just another face in a crowd?
I should end this entry before too many pages are dedicated to my thoughts of this one night... still... a friend?
New room... New Expenses... More troubles ================================ I am pleased to state that I have had my room upgraded... it costs more, but such a thing could not be spared when I heard that some of the rooms were more than just walls and a bed. I now have a seperate area in which to write. More room to store my belongings, and most importantly, my own personal bathing facilities. Once I recieved the keys to the room I immediately went upstairs and utilized them. It is not much, but I have come to expect less extravagancies in this burg. It is a bath... and that is all. But, it is private, and I can rest well knowing that I am not sharing it with another.
However, due to my lack of funding, which is getting dangerously low, I gave Muriel a piece of my jewlery... I do hate to part with it, as the necklace was a gift from father... but as Ixia had stated, one must sometimes give up luxuries. So, I parted with the necklace, and it bought me some time in this room. This should help in my transition into finding work... yes, I know, it is absurd, but my rescue is nowhere to be found, and as such I fear I may have to tolerate finding a way to earn an income. But, as the situation has become more dire, and has been prolonged to an unknown amount of time, I can not simply sit and wait... should I do that I will be stuck with nothing, and become but another beggar on the streets... this would be most unacceptable.
Azrinoth continues to try my patience. I was verbally accosted earlier in the day by a pair of low class hooligans, and my guardian was nowhere to be found... what was worse was that I did not know where he was. I was appaled, and irritated by this. When I did, finally, see the young man again I was certain to be extra upset with him for this. While I can not expect him to be beside me at all times... even though he should be... I do need to know his location, and as such I requested that he leave me a message with Muriel... or someone I do know.
Due to his absense I had asked another man to assist in locating Azrinoth. The man's name was Necroth Mortis... a strange name, but he was a horned man... but more importantly, he was a man who understood how to show a real lady some respect. Necroth was the first to treat me properly since my arrival in this second class town. Dare I admit, I was very shocked at his treatment. When Azrinoth did appear, Necroth did as well, to ensure that things were settled properly... I think Necroth believes I was too easy on the young Azrinoth... and perhaps he is right. In the future I will be more strict... dare I say, that he has run out of chances.
I would not suggest such a thing in my situation, however even after I verbally disciplined the boy, he continued to step over the line... and started to get on my nerves. I was infuriated, and the boy decided that he would talk to me... while I am not against talking, I did not take him as a guardian for his company... when he spoke, it was as if he was attempting to speak to me as an equal... this is unacceptable. He made suggestions on how I should manage my time in the city, however I did not ask for his opinion... this is the second time he has crossed that line. However, what I find most trying was the look he gave me when I came to the inn to speak with Muriel. Perhaps my eyes were mistaken, but I could have swore he glared... yes... a glare... at me.
No, this is most definitely the end of the line... one more slip and he will be stripped of his title, and cast aside... though I will have to be certain that such an act is done when Azrinoth and I are not alone... I am not so certain I can trust the young one... my, that is a bad sign... perhaps I should not even give another chance. Perhaps I should just be done with it now? I will have to think on this.
Excitement ============ Today has been a most interesting day. I will knock off the lesser points first. Lord Jach, the eccentric, made me a most enticing offer today. I was discussing my living conditions with him, and he had offered to purchase me a place to live in the upper class ward of the city. He mentioned something of an economy... to be honest I am not certain what it meant. But, to purchase an entire home for someone who is mostly a stranger... surely he has some plan behind his action, though he does seem very chaotic. I am considering his offer, as while my upgraded room is an improvement over the other situation, it is not as comfortable as I would like... it does not have much room for living, which forces me to spend most of my days about the city. This is not as bad as one might think... but... I do collect dirt.
I had a discussion with Animus today about a situation. I offered my opinion, and was slightly surprised to hear that my ideas, he had already considered. Still, I was relieved that I was able to share my thoughts on the situation with Lady Kalina and her recent captures. It is a delicate situation, but I hope my education can be of some use.
Now, to the big news.
I am still shaking from the rush of adrenaline I experienced earlier. I was in the midst of a verbal confrontation with an abhorable woman. Once she departed I noticed Animus and some others about a man whose fiance had been kidnapped. This piqued my interest slightly... perhaps it is my involvement with the lady Kalina situation, but many things I see are starting to remind me of story books... and... it is exciting for me to see the stories and how they pan out. When Animus and the others left with the man, I followed along... in part to escape Lord Jach Sensbane and his increasingly irritating terms of endearment, and also to see Animus in action again... I know why I am drawn to him, now... he reminds me of a hero from the books I would commonly read. He is selfless, and brave. He is tall, and handsome, and strong... At any rate, I wished to follow him... my knight guardian was not around, and I could have, admittedly, sent for him to come along, but I did not feel the need. I felt safe with Animus around.
They headed to the harmonium barracks, and had the smith mold a piece of iron into a triangular shape. This was, apparently, some key that allowed transporation to some other place... I am still not certain how these portals and keys and planes work. But with the key we were able to follow the kidnapper and the fiance of the man who needed help... I really do not recall any of their names. Inside the plane we found the kidnapper claimed to be the woman's real husband, and that the woman was a liar, and a harlot who drained mens' wallets, then left them... What a strange way to make a living... at any rate, words were exchanged, and I found myself drawn into the story... I kept wanting to turn the page, to see what happened next. Would the heroes prevail? Would the woman be saved? Was the kidnapper lying? Who was the real villain? Plot twists abound! Then, the sorceress among our group attacked the kidnapper... it cut the drama short, but the fighting left my heart pumping. I, naturally, did not engage in the fighting. Animus and the others were more than adequate to defeat the kidnapping wizard.
Once defeated, however, the place we were in started to collapse! Yes, with us trapped inside. My heart was racing, I couldn't move! My head was a mess of thought, worries and fear... and at the same time, excitement and thrill. How would we make it out? To be honest, I do not know how we escaped... but the next thing I knew I was on the ground in the bazaar. My heartbeat was audible, it thumped in my ears. My hands shook, nay, my entire body did. I could not blink, it felt as though I had forgotten how. It. Was. INCREDIBLE! I have never felt so alive! I got up and tried to talk, yet words could not describe, nothing could explain, I was muddled and confused. But... I managed to say something... Animus laughed. I did, slowly, calm down, but still felt the rush long afterwards. In my elevated state I hugged Animus, which... perhaps I shouldn't have... but... I just felt the need to feel something... someone... against me. Is that wrong? Is it strange? I do not know.
The lady whom was rescued proved that her kidnapper may have been telling the truth. When her fiancee could not afford to pay someone for their assistance, she ran. He followed, the fool. It is a sad ending to the story, yes. But, perhaps there is a lesson to be learned somewhere in it... not all stories end happily, afterall.
Azrinoth was upset that he was not brought along, and in truth I do understand his frustration. We had discussed, earlier, the situation... and I did keep him on knowing that he accepted his place. But, when I appeared he appeared to feel threatened by Animus, in that I went to Animus for protection rather than my own guardian. This was not the case... my decisions were muddled by boing caught in the story, and in that I felt safe around Animus. It was not that I went for his protection, it was more that I did not feel the need for Azrinoth's at the time. But, as said, Azrinoth felt threatened and dishonored... he challenged Animus to combat to redeem his honor... but Animus refused. Animus did not wish to fight the young guardian... Azrinoth insisted. As such, I felt the need to step in and defend my friend... and to set my guardian right. I told him to stop... but Azrinoth insisted that the two would fight. So, I had to put my foot down. I demanded that Azrinoth would not fight Animus, ever, unless under my direct order, less he would lose his title and be removed from my service.
Frustrating? Yes. Azrinoth continues to prove to be such. But, perhaps I am in a generous mood... afterall, I am still feeling the effects of the rush I felt during the excitement of my adventure today.
Smitten? ========== The man is insane! Khasef, I think his name is Khasef... at least that's how he refers to himself... insane, yes, he must be. He was talking about some experiment where he kissed Animus... he called him tenderlips... what an absurd thing to say. I don't understand the experiment... something with a disease... I am appaled that he would do such a thing.
But, the man.. Khasef, has the audacity to claim that I am smitten with Animus, and I would eventually couple with him! He said it could be part of his experiment! How absurd!
I am a lady... a princess... It could not happen even if I wanted... I mean... not that I want... not to say Animus isn't desirable... I mean...
Rozalin sighed and scratched out the last paragraph. I am lady Rozalin Fiera. I am not some sort of commoner who gets smitten with the first heroic, handsome, selfless, friendly, tenderlip...
Again she crosses the paragraph out. This is absurd! Why does this bother me so? It makes me flustered, I can feel my face warming up. Khasef is infuriating me. Suggesting that I am taken with Animus in such a fashion! It's not like I want to bed... not that he would want to... he couldn't possibly be interested... and...
Yet again, she scratches out what she wrote It's absurd!
