The Chronicles of Jarlysle

[Jarlysle]

I enjoy writing from time to time, so I thought I would tell my Forgotten Tales experiences here. I'm writing this for my own fun, so feel free to enjoy it or ignore it. From here on out, these "chronicles" will be from the perspective of Jarlysle, my new alt.

[Leone]

Sounds great:)

[Gullander]

I do like stories!

[Jarlysle]

From the deepest of darks, my mind began to stir. As I began to slowly wake, echoes of my surroundings began to register. First, the babble of a nearby river crept in. Then, the chirping of birds, the rustle of a soft wind through the trees, and eventually, the full and quiet song of a peaceful forest. The beautiful sounds combined into a melody seeming to sing out to me, but I could not discern the words. The calm was suddenly pierced by the impact of an axe on a tree. The sharp sound startled me back into the waking world. My head was filled with a dull ache and a confusing emptiness. No ambitions, no thoughts, no memories, not even an identity could be found there. I was an empty vessel. Just before the fog cleared from my mind, I heard the forest call out to me once more: "Jarlysle!". Is this who I am? The name filled the void where my name, where I, should be. Jarlysle, I shall be, then.

I feel weak, much weaker than I should be. My mind has no memories, but the body never forgets: the loss of my previous abilities is all too apparent. With the realization of my weakness, I suddenly feel naked without a weapon in my hand. I need something to protect myself... Quickly, I grab a nearby sturdy branch to use as a club. The weight of a club in my hand feels right to me, natural and normal.

As my senses attune fully to my surroundings, the forest sounds fade and the chopping of wood becomes a steady staccato. The steady rhythm calms my nerves, and helps me regain focus. As clear thoughts return to me, I begin to take stock of myself and my surroundings. I am lost, of mind, of purpose, and of body in whatever land this is. And yet, I know that an important destiny lies before me. I can feel in my bones that I am here, in this place, at this time, for a purpose. I need more information; I need to "Get my memory back."

The sound of the nearby woodcutter penetrates my musings. I will seek out this woodcutter in the hopes that they know how or why I came to be here...

[LostKnight]

{fishing at the river, watching a strange man in a loincloth pick up a club sized stick as he approaches the forester. I shall watch and listen from a distance, but I ready my blade to protect the forester if needed.}

[SellSword]

{fishing at the river, watching a strange man in a loincloth pick up a club sized stick as he approaches the forester. I shall watch and listen from a distance, but I ready my blade to protect the forester if needed.}

That's what we refer to in FT as a normal day, oddly enough!