Journal of Dame Emony Berek
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Feb 20
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Letter left with Tarna at the Caravansary
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Dame Emony Berek Emony speaks quietly to Tarna, the other woman nodding slowly with a sad expression that the younger does not see as she seems unable to meet Tarna's eyes. A small, sealed parchment is handed from one to the other and is placed gently in a small nook inside Tarna's desk near the front door of the Caravansary. Emony's eyes linger on the parchment a long moment before she turns with a look of forced resolution on her face, and strides back to her quarters to pack for the upcoming trip to Casnilax's Hole. Tarna watches her go then looks at the sealed parchment once more befor
Oct 20
LIberation of Tianne II (compiled archived entries)
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Dame Emony Berek As always, the Warders knew how to make an entrance.
The ethereal 'tether', Turin's ears and Feredir's tracking had led them to a room. The door was forced open and a surprised and angry gnomish Wizard interrupted. A frenzy of spells, lights, summons. Blades flying, blood spilling. Demons and Angels and even more strange things traipsed around as fire, ice and lightening arced through the air.
Oct 20
Liberation of Tianne I (combined archived entries)
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Dame Emony Berek Written in the back of a journal containing scattered notes about alchemy, brewing and medicine. The writing is flowing with wide loops and open circles over the 'i's, but uneven as if written by a shaking hand or in dim light.
My name is Emony Berek. I am writing these words in case we do not leave this mine alive. It is the year 3054.
Oct 20
Dances with Shadowknives III (combined archived entries)
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Dame Emony Berek She'd fallen asleep on the floor by the pitcher. Her left hand, still bound to the cot, had kept her arm at an odd angle that now made her regret not crawling back up onto the palette. The rest, and the water made her feel stronger. She was thinking a bit more clearly. She tried to take in as much as she could of the larger room when they escorted her to the latrine - but there was little to see besides endless stacks of unmarked crates and sacks. This time it was the tall man and the big, stocky man.
Oct 20
A dream (archived post)
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Dame Emony Berek Dannel pays Gorney, eyebrows bristling slightly as the man smoothly suggests that with their status Sir Berek and Dame Emony would be better suited to a luxury suite. The expression on Dannel's face silences any further sales pitch and Gorney quickly hands over the dented key to the small and plainly appointed room above them. Muttering to himself the battleworn Warder gathers his and Emony's packs - surprised at the weight of his daughter's gear he peeks into a few pockets, finding piles of quartz, of all things.