Welcome to the Decille Diary.

This blog is based on the Decille family's inner thoughts and demons. The Decille line was started in a campaign for Dungeons and Dragons and evolved from a meaningless character to a character, and eventual family of characters that I have grown very attached to.

This Blog will not win any awards for amazing writing, but I do hope anyone who reads, does enjoy some of the memories these characters will have. I will be updating a few times a week, because this blog idea has been very relaxing so far.
Showing posts with label Anette Decille Diary. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Anette Decille Diary. Show all posts

Wednesday, 21 March 2012

Anette Decille Diary Entry 22

Entry #22

Okay, so last night went without a hitch, only action near the fire was a raccoon and her babies getting some rest and warmth. The mother raccoon didn't do anything, just rested near the heat and light of the fire. Anyway, today was interesting Never traveled through a forest for nine hours before. Fairly unnerving to be honest, walking all day surrounded by life, snakes, birds, deer, rabbits and bugbears....we had to kill about five bugbears in our way today. I did love being in combat again though, my shoulder held up perfectly.

Nothing really happened, walking and a ton of talking. Chris and Ganak asked me a ton. About Adelle they were wondering what she was like and why I look up to her so much. They wanted to know about my mother, why I left home and anything about my father.

I told them my sister was so dedicated to what she wanted to do, wanted to be like out father at any cost, how she left at sixteen, which was about twelve years ago now, I miss her so much. I look up to her because she was so dedicated as to leave at a young age, putting her body and mind at risk to train to be strong.

I told them a bit about mother, but I couldn't say too much. Bringing her up makes me feel so angry at myself, I left my own mother... Chris and Ganak both told me she has to be proud of me. They told me I was strong and that my mother has to be proud of her little girl who had no fear in a dire situation and saved the life of her friend...this brought some tears as I have Christine a hug, she helped me so much, Ganak too, these two have helped me so much in such a small amount of time.

Lastly, about my father, I told them everything I remember about my father, it hurts me so much that I can't remember much, he was killed when I was five, I just told them that he treated me like a princess and always told me that I was beautiful. The talking hurt me inside so much, but I found it was so much help after all was said and done, not to mention I got much closer with Chris and Ganak. We got out of the forest and we saw the walls of our destination for the night, or at least a rest spot. The mountains have been reached.


Anette

Tuesday, 20 March 2012

Anette Decille Diary Entry 21

Entry #21

I'm Free! I can walk around, I can wear my armour I can carry my mothers sword again! Though the orc hug was a bit painful but I am finally able to move freely. Walking was so great as silly as that is to say. We walked a ton though there wasn't much of a path for most of the day, had to traverse through a forest for a few hours, it was fun but my ankles are kind of hating me now. So great to be out and about again, even if I am repeating myself.

So here I am... Ganak is asleep and Christine is snoring away in her “not sleep”...she often swears she doesn't sleep...she does, like a rock. Regardless, I am fairly nervous about this, first night watch I have had since my shoulder was eviscerated. They gave me first watch so I won't be taking the middle of the night. Still it is a bit unnerving, but I have to get past fear Adelle and Clayrion would never respect a warrior with fear in her heart.

Unrelated note.... My hair is out of control right now. I haven't cut it in ages, letting it straight down it goes bast my backside, by quite a fair bit too. Maybe I should ask Chris to cut it back to mid back length? Hell, I love my hair, I will likely just put it in a pony tail or a bun or something until it gets impossible, I love my hair. Maybe I can braid it like Mother's hair for a little while.

Oh well, I will figure it out.

I have to stay up a bit longer, but I think I will finish this up for now.

Anette

Saturday, 17 March 2012

Anette Decille Diary Entry 20

 Entry #20

I am fairly familiar with magic...magical healing even, I grew up most of my life in a house with a holy man and his son who was being taught to be the same. Hell, I am traveling with a half elf who snores in her...not sleep. Anyway, the point I initially wanted to bring up was, no matter how many times you have been healed, either through medicinal or magical means, you are never prepared for what I just had to lay through.

The holy woman dropped by...she was not a nice person, let's be simple and to the point here. She is a cleric of Sumeis, the god of light, and she comes in here, wrenches my arm so she can help me...it hurt a lot. Then she made damned sure to make sure with Chris and I that all of the money we owed her was accounted for. Chris said yes and insisted numbers not be brought up, I have a sneaking suspicion we were duped. Well, regardless of all of that, I guess she did her job well enough, I can move my right arm again with no pain. NOW on to the ending of the thought I trailed off about...

I am familiar with magic, fairly familiar indeed. I would rather almost die in another mist of blood then EVER seeing or feeling a nasty wound heal ever again. I have been stabbed, bitten and Adelle once knocked me out cold by pushing me head first into a rock. Any of those removal's of flesh and blood feel infinitely more natural and not as unsettling as the reverse. A chunk of my arm that was missing just regrew today, I am thankful for the use of my arm back again, but I think I will be more careful from now on.

Feels great to be able to move fully again as well...feels even better to be fully clothed again.

Chris and Ganak were happy to see me feeling better and then they informed me where we were headed to at first sight of the sun. Chris was way too giddy, I am a little concerned again, but Ganak insisted it is nothing bad. Off to the mountain town of Straitview.


Anette

Monday, 12 March 2012

Anette Decille Diary Entry 19

Entry #19


Very slow day today except two things that made me glow red, get made fun of by Chris and overall cheer me up.


First, one that cheered me up a magic healer is coming into the village tomorrow mid day. She will apparently charge for her work, but at least I will be able to move. The cleric who first touched upon this wound did just enough for me to survive, she is coming back and wants money for a better fix, got to love people don't you? Holy woman putting money over the life of a fellow person. I may be a warrior who has taken the lives of many people already but that is just absurd. Sumeis for you I guess.

Anyway, the one I will not live down for a while was a bard...actually, the same bard who froze at the declaration of my name last we met. He said word travels fast when a scarlet headed beauty needs emergency medical attention. This made me blush, sad to admit but it only got more ridiculous as he kept on going.

He wanted to tell me how upset, he was that he humiliated me and himself in the tavern.
That every night while he dreamed he kept seeing my silhouette, and how we first met was a regret. He ended it off by mentioning how glad he was that I wasn't a brunette... He was very sweet, in a strange way, but sweet none the less. After all of this my face was almost as red as my hair...or at least Chris would have me think, not sure that is possible in all honesty.

After this performance which Christine promptly asked jokingly for a cigarette. She was joking but nobody in the room was amused by this jab, oddly except the bard, actually he jotted it down...

He left without telling us...or I guess me his name, all he said was that next we meet, he hopes it is on better terms, kissed my hand and left.

Did I mention I like bards? Because I really do.


Anette

Sunday, 11 March 2012

Anette Decille Diary Entry 18

Entry #18


I feel so useless... I am holding back Chris and Ganak in this small village until I am given the okay to start moving again and it is killing me. They just met me and now they are waiting on my injuries to heal up, they haven't complained at all but I still feel pretty bad. I am stubborn and not happy in the least, but I am not stupid though, I moved slightly today when the doctor was changing the wraps on my shoulder and it reopened the wound... I don't like this feeling. A feeling I do like though is when people I don't know saw the half orc carrying me to the doctor and checking in to see if I am okay, call me soft but their concern lights up my face like a flame.

So I can't leave here for a few days, two at the least but my arm will be in a sling for a while as long as I am not an idiot and try to use my right arm. Wish I knew a magical healer, I am not going to lie...well correction, I wish I was with one, Clayrion is somewhere.

Well, guess I will just have to grin and bear it moving forward, I can't go anywhere serious without use of my arm, hell I can't even wear my armor for a while, I guess Ganak and Chris will have to keep an eye on my safety for a little while as I am their skirt clad, one armed friend... kill me now, I need a hug...actually no, a hug could potentially kill me if unattended.

I was wrong yesterday, this injury isn't anything other than a pain.

Anette

Thursday, 8 March 2012

Anette Decille Diary Entry 17

Entry #17

It has been like a week since they let me even hold my pen, I understand I am hurt but my left arm didn't sustain an injury. I wanted to write about the nonsense that happened as it was fresh in my mind and...well arm. I remember waking up on the way to this doctors residence, Ganak was carrying me, cradled like a sleeping child with Christine keeping pressure on my shoulder to keep the blood loss at bay. I felt only thankful for the brief moments I awoke, and I still feel nothing different. Guess it took needing help to realize it isn't such a bad thing. Glad I had these two with me, or I would surely had been judged by Decessus that morning. As for the fight...well I don't remember anything except for the wound inflicted by my own blade, it made my body go cold except on that cut... the wound with the blood immediately flowing out felt like it was on fire. Aside from that I really can't recall much, guess my actions were more instinctive than I thought if I can't even recall them.

Wow, writing in this book is very difficult with one hand. I keep having to adjust it every few words. I am just glad to be writing again, I doubt this will be the longest entry anyway. Long story short, nothing was stolen, three of the eight people who attacked us are still alive, not including Esperonza, the leader of the little band of violent misfits.

There

Also I finally have a battle scar of my own! Ganak is proud of some of his, my Father was very proud of one he obtained while saving Mother's life and now I have one down my right shoulder in my first and hopefully last, for at least a while near death experience. I almost died at the blade of my own sword, but I survived, won the fight and likely saved Chris's life, as well as my own. The doctor said it was bad so a cleric had to heal it up with some magic as normal medicine would simply not work. Regardless, arm in a sling and shoulder heavily taped up I defended my friend and myself successfully. Could be in perfect health, sure, but I can't help but smile ear to ear. Guess my frame did help out this time, nobody expected me to overpower anyone, oh well their mistake.




Anette, hopefully soon to be up and about, but Anette all the same.