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Thoughts and scriptures of Janaleea Silverheart Tunare inspires all her children, here is some of the inspirations Janaleea got. |
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Tunare's Gift
a story by Janaleea Silverheart writen for the Theatre of Red on June 11th, 2001 Rust and wet fur a story by Janaleea Silverheart writen for the Theatre of Red on September 17th, 2001 With Tunare's Favor a story by Janaleea Silverheart writen for the Theatre of Red on January 8th, 2002 Through a whisper ... a story by Janaleea Silverheart writen for the Theatre of Red on October 16th, 2003 If Life was simple ... a poem by Janaleea Silverheart writen for the Theatre of Red on July 6th, 2001 |
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My great family had just come together like we often do to help one of our own in Karnor’s Castle. Venril Sathir had fallen to our finely crafted and wielded blades. It was a fine hunt … but it was now time to improve my skills to better serve Tunare’s purpose. Stepping outside, I felt once again sorry for this land know as the Dreadlands … land should be green or white … but plants should grow. The mountain range in the distance lifted my spirit. Leaning on the doorframe was the mystically wonderful and beautiful Azamereth Flamekeeper. I called the forces of nature and asked the spirit of the wolf to imbue her with it’s elegant swiftness. She turned, with her robe flowing in the wind and gave me a big smile. She asked me if I was up for a hunt, and with the hope of making this land better for others I followed her to the back of the castle where we were to serve Tunare’s purpose that day. There, her back to the wall, letting the essence of the world fill her mind, sat Nocra. Her might could be seen even though all her beauty. She wore a smile that was deadly … I was glad to be counted amongst her friends. The hunt had already started for her. So I called upon the wolf to lend me its form and so we started … With such powerful allies, the Drolvargs and the Drachnids died by the many and with great swiftness. Azamereth was full of energy, taunting the creatures before calling forth comets … and Nocra … in her silent concentration delivered wave after wave of destruction. In between two fights Azamereth would readjust her radiant peach robe, brush some sparks off her hood and lay back, while Nocra made some silk masks as she gained some of her strength back. I would lay at their feet licking my paws to make my wounds go away. Tunare’s work isn’t always without a cost. As we were resting, a shout came out of the sky … the Dread Widow was heading for Fironia Vie. So off we went to save the innocent … we caught up with the foul beast near the tunnel that leads to the haven. It is quite a powerful creature and has a pet to aid it. I asked for my goddess’ support through this mighty fight, because we had just slayed one of its brethren on our way to meet the Widow and were not at our best. We engaged the creature because “Innocents needed to be saved …” and through the use of all our skills and some interesting tactics … we rid the world of this filthy presence. I was feeling great as we raced back to the castle. This land is not safe, but maybe we had just made it a little safer … Not long after our return from this fine successful hunt, Azamereth decided to go back to camp. But Nocra and I still wanted to do a little more cleasing. So on we went … By the middle of the night, we decided to rejoin Azamerth at camp. So I thank the great wolf for lending me its form and called upon its spirit once again as I laid down my bed roll under the stars. I bid good night to Nocra and thank her for a fine day’s work and wonderful company. I silently did the same for Azamereth as I gave a last look at the night sky. That night, as I was running through the great forest of my homeland, Tunare came to me. "Janaleea Silverheart," said the voice of the most beautiful face I had ever seen, "you have fared well, my daughter! Your skills keep improving and your knowledge of this world keeps growing. It has been a long time since you chose your path back in Kelethin, and I have been keeping an eye on you. Your skills and my gifts you have put to good use."Then she smiled as she turned around to look at the scarlet horizon through the trees of the Greater Faydark forest before saying: "You are now amongst my elite, and the world should know so. From now on, you shall now be known as Janaleea Silverheart the Pathfinder"My heart jumped and I gleamed with pride as she started walking off in the distance. Before she got out of earshot … I got control of myself for a second and dared to make a request to Tunare: "Oh great Lady," I said, "I have found a great family of people worthy. Could you please bless them and keep an eye out for their safety."She stopped and, over her shoulder she told me: "My daughter, I have known the worth of your family for some time now. I might actually have had something to do with your meeting them. My blessings surround them on most of their endeavors! Maybe even on those misguided days they hunt my realm! Keep those blade shiny little one."Just then, I opened my eyes to notice the wall of the Castle and the stars in the night sky. But, it seemed to me that the stars were shinning just a little bit brighter. |
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The air was filled with an oily sent. My wolfish sense of smell was feeling very disturbed by how powerful the smell was ... combine that with the stench of wet fur that they stubbornly wear and I was about to try to rip off my own snout. I blended with the nature around me and skilfully made my way between the guards. I could hear them breathe and mumble, I could hear the fire crackle and hoped they wouldn't hear, see or feel my presence in the snow. I reached the stony arched entrance to their caves ... I wouldn't be able to convince the wolf to lend me it's form in those dark corridors so I implored for its speed to keep me safe. I stood looking at the recruiter and knew it couldn't see me from that height. Finding a way to blend even in here I started off ... I was really scared and had no idea what to expect. This was their home. They would be many. Like a mouse I would try to slip through ... unnoticed. But like a mouse ... if I were to be discovered ... they would try to exterminate me. As I started my run, I thanked Tunare for no longer having the form of my wolf friends. This place reeked and I did not need a keen sense of smell to figure that out. Humidity, rust, wet fur, warm breaths and cold walls ... they don't mix well. I couldn't let myself get distracted ... I had to make it. I reached a bridge and saw many. They were close together. I was going to have to basically hug them to go through. Yeark! It had to be done ... so, on I went ... Coming down the icy slope of the next passage, I came across the corpse of Drewler Silveraxe, a mighty warrior I have met in my travels ... I knew this was not a good omen. If such a fine warrior could fall in this place ... I was not safe. I was not in Greater Faydark anymore. Two bridges and some buildings later I was still running ... I could still hear the mumbling, the metal grinding, the wind blowing and the thunderous foot steps. The high ceilinged tunnel turned right and I could see light. I had succeeded my first "death run" through Kael Drakkal. Standing in the land that is the gate to my Mother's homeland, out in the open, under the great trees of the Wakening land forest I felt closer to home than I ever had before. These foul creature were building something in this land ... destroying it's beauty. They would pay ... Janaleea spit shines her weapons for the next fight! |
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It had been a long day of exploration. The moon of Luclin was now available to us and I had spent the whole day exploring uncharted parts of this new frontier. After my second visit to the Umbral plains with my family, we headed to the Ssraeshza Temple in The Grey. While waiting for our family members to run in from our gathering in the Nektulos forest we hunted the Grey. A fascinating place filled with Golems and Snake people. I got a taste of the power of the creatures of this moon when I got literally slapped around a few (maybe a little more than a few) times by those Golems. Those are not to be fought by the faint of heart. We finally headed to the Temple. What a powerful place that is … you can feel it upon entering. The hissing everywhere is not comforting … these are not small snakes like can be found in the Commons. Theses are cunning and majestic. The temple hides wonders to be discovered. We had great respect for it … but we are not done with it. When our time here was up, I could feel something important coming. I had to find out what it might be. There was something coming … and rest would not help me get rid of that feeling so I kept going. Out of nowhere, a druid going by the name of Jaza Quickwolf asked to join my hunt. I knew not where I was headed next but the will was in me. So I gathered some of my family members and invited Jaza to join us and we headed to the Umbral plains once more. Along side of Nastile on her fine white steed, Stein and his deadly Culler, Vdarious’ shining armor, Axele’s beautifully deadly looks, Scartak’s holly aura, Porfirio’s quacking duck and Gonan’s masterful skills we cleansed the plains a little more. As we were fighting off a Moktor (big ugly cavemanish creature) we saw coming down the corridor three more aggressors … I guess the word that we were there had gotten out. This was a little risky, especially since we had no clerics amongst us in case this turned out really bad. One of our new foes was a Dark Assassin … we now knew they meant business. They wanted to take us out! At first, a wave of panic settled in before everyone realized what was going on. Then screams of “run for your life” came but none of the brave warrior budged even though some were tempted. We heard the sounds of the white stead fidgeting while it’s rider convinced all other foes to look in her eyes … there was nothing to do about the assassin, she knew, it had way too much willpower. Once Nastile had numbed their minds, a sense of calm and urgency settled in. The years of training of my companions kicked in. They all knew what had to be done, and that it had to be done quickly. As the assassin fell, we knew we had taken care of this onslaught. The threat was not over but we knew the balance was back in our favor. Sometime in the middle of that fight, a voice came to my mind. “You have done well my daughter” is what I remember hearing. But it had to be all the sounds of weapons hitting together, because I could never have heard a whisper through all that noise. "Maybe I am just tired", I thought to myself. From afar, a call from one of our brother Raavin came. He had discovered a great threat in the far reaches of the Velious continent. Far too great for his own great skills to single-handedly dispose of. So through mystic portals, ice and snow we ran to give a hand to this other wonderful hunt. And we conquered! I headed back to Thurgadin to rest … I have come to be very fond of these dwarves and I get some great smiles in this town. After such a day, smiles were very much welcomed. In my favorite drinking hole near the wolf training area, I sat near the good old brewing barrel, ordered some very fine double brewed double stout dwarven ale from my special reserve. After a warm meal and some more stout, I headed to bed. As I lay down, I hear the whisper once again. “You have done well my daughter”, it said. I looked around, but I was alone. No one had been near my room except me in the last hour. I was sure of it. If someone had, they were hiding very well from this fine tracker. With the whistling sounds of the wind through the caverns around me, I finally fell asleep. "Of my elite, you have made a name for yourself." the voice came again, " You have traveled all parts of this land, and amongst the first ones to explore the new ones. You are kind of heart and fair to those around you. Travel well my daughter, and when asked who you are, be proud and tell them you are one of Tunare’s Outriders!"I woke with a start, but the feeling in my heart was not surprise, fear or wonder … it was pride. |
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A newly discovered threat had all of Norrath in a frenzy. Experienced adventurers were banding together to ward off this new shadow. I was amongst them ... My homeland was in peril due to an uprising of the Mistmore vampires. Lairs had been found all around the castle and I was amongst those sent to protect the land. The foul smell of the living dead filled catacombs and graves. With new friends and my dear familly always with me at heart if not at my side, a carnage of vampires was being executed. On this day ancient relics needed to be gatherer from these depths. As one more fell to our efforts, we sat to better face what was ahead. A wind blew over my face and something was strange about it. It did not have the smell of the dead nor the taste of blood. It had the sound of the wolf and the feel of a running river at the foot of an ancient oak. All I wanted to do was close my eyes and enjoy that breeze. As my eyes closed, a soft melodious whisper said "You have done well my child. Once again you face the dangers with all your abilities. You show your courage through your acts and by doing so, inspire others to follow in your footsteps. Young rangers now look up to you for guidance and the rest of the world, for protection. Then that is how it shall be. You will now be known, to all, as Janaleea Silverheart; Warder in the service of Tunare. Go now and continue on your marvelous journey!"Suddenly, the breeze was gone and the screetches of the vampires were all around me. I did know, though, that Tunare had once again blessed me and with the incredible feeling of pride, I let my blades fly like the furry of the wind. |
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If life was simple, I wouldn't loose my friends. If life was simple, things would flow according to my desires. If life was simple, my blades would always be shinny and new. If life was simple, paladins in a jar wouldn't be found at the gypsie's tent. If life was simple, I would have my familly at my side on request. If life was simple, caring would be enough. If life was simple, I would have enough wisdom for every decision. If life was simple, Rivervale's tatched roofs would never leak. If life was simple, my smile would cure all. If life was simple, my quiver would never be empty. If life was simple ... it wouldn't be a Life. |
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