R'sik's Journal
You open the first page of the journal, confronted with a stat page and picture of R'sik. It does look rather like him. When you finish looking at this page you flip to the latest of R'sik's writings.
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Name: | R'sik |
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| Age: | 20 Turns | ||||||||||||||
| Rank: | Weyrleader | ||||||||||||||
| Eyes: | Hazel Greenish | ||||||||||||||
| Hair: | Dark Brown, Short On The Sides, Longer And Messy On The Top |
I'm not good at writing. I'm vague and not expressive when I write. But since Teerine made me I suppose I should be more clear. So, basically I'm Weyrbred. Not here, but somewhere else. When my mother died, my father thought I should try and be a dragonrider instead of wasting my time with useful hobbies for crafts but never choosing one. Melami came too, because we were such great friends. I feel childish when I'm around her. But then again, I'm not quite full grown man yet, am I? Melami says I'm wasting my youth acting older than I am. I've always been like that around people. I suppose I am wasting my youth. I try not to, but it's become a habit. Like a diease or a plaque or a cancer. I know I'm over reacting but that's how it feels. I haven't laughed, I mean really laughed, for such a long time it's as if I've forgotten how.
I was recently Searched. I Impressed two firelizards afterwards. I'm a Candidate at Talor Cliff Weyr, as well as two younger ones from Odditia Hold. They both decided to stay around me. Because I'm older, no more than five or six turns, they expect me to know what to do. Yes, I do suppose they would. With me being Weyrbred and them being Holdbred. But they needn't be a foot away from me everywhere I go. Luckily, Teerine was watching me and saw them all the time. She told them off and now I don't see them as much. Only at obvious occasions. So my glow is dimming. I should sleep now.
I am R'sik now! I have Impressed! Not only have I Impressed, but I Impressed a bronze! Teerine is so happy for me, and so is J'ron and Melami, who presented me with her finished tapestry, which I hung up in my new weyr. Wrath is stubborn but after reviewing the candidates, he finally chose me. Teerine and J'ron stepped down when I Impressed. It was okay, though. They were happy because they had always wanted to have a normal life without the stress of running the Weyr. I hope someone Impresses a gold. This new weyr is far too large for just me and Wrath
Pick up the nearby leather bound book or view the rough wher-skin with a map to Talor Cliff Weyr or Naionis Weyr. Leave the weyr and close the door or wander about the weyr.
