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Kavaki’s Peak – Ram’s Horn Moon

‘Lucktester’ is this mockery or praise, and can it ever be either.
Luck, what is this fickle beast and can it be tamed, we can try and test it true, but tame it?
What of Natural prowess, the might of Stone, surely that is not luck but nature, we find a contest and then we prevail, it is our way. Luck.. am I lucky then or gifted through Stone and Sky.

Trail – Under The Ram Lord’s Eye

‘Climbsfarthest’ boasted about being able to out climb anyone who sets foot in the four peaks, I Nithauk ‘Lucktester’ Lokoallatha shall prove him wrong for I shall climb to the roof of the world.

Giants Thumb

I no longer hear the boasts of ‘Climbsfarthest’ I have climbed beyond any known marker, surely this is the great giants thumb, I shall see the gods this Moon.

I know not what to believe, did I see the gods or did they see me. Tymora. I don’t know this name but now it echoes in my thoughts. Am I lucky or gifted. Why do we have to test ourselves against Luck. I Nithauk Lokoallatha say Luck can test itself against me from now on.

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The Downlands – Ram’s Horn Moon

Even the moon seems different here, it is a strange world on this downland, the air is heavy and thick, it is like a cloak.

Tymora, still that name echoes in my thoughts.

I have heard the name! They claim Luck is a goddess in these downlands, and Tymora is her name.
Let her gaze upon me with wonder.

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Sightings

I saw a strange being today unlike anything else I have ever known a man of metal and blades, strong yet..empty, blank. These downlanders have him performing like a beast of burden, truly though his strength is prodigious.
I shall learn more.
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This metal man, they call ‘cuts’.

Cuts..

He doesn’t sleep.

I asked this cuts, this man of metal why he worked, under the light of the Moon. He replied merely that it was his purpose.. work..work is no purpose, it may be of ones purpose but to be the thing itself is madness.
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Rockblood, flowing through veins of the earth and carving new ones, powerful yet always seeking a path, this is a better name. Not for him yet though. Maybe one day. I shall keep an eye on him, he intrigues me so.
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I endeavoured to aid him this morning in his labours, and was soon being given order and instructions to carry this and break that..what am I, a nameless beast to do as instructed..Why does cuts take it so.
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There is so much here I don’t understand, what is this work for, why build these ships. All the gawkers are talking about how there is nowhere to sail.
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Cuts is starting to take notice of my questions, there is a certain.. light of query in his visage I would reckon was not there before.
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House of Tymora

Bah there is no skill, no nature to these people, these cattle. If this is how they wish to meet their luck then so be it.

Nothing but drunks and cowards.

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Cuts

He grows, not in stature but in mind. He asked me today why I watched, aided and conversed with him. He who rarely says a word beyond acknowledging a command..as if he should be commanded by such as these. These downlands are truly another world.

I told him the truth, that I thought he was worthy of help and that he shouldn’t be treated like a beast by these ingnorant of his wonder, he is like a child at times. An ancient and mighty child.

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Beginnings – Under The Eye

Friend..so it would seem. This metal man, this so called tool to be used; named me friend this night. friend. here in the downlands. How he learnt this I do not know, but he is watchful of the world now I am sure he is taking his own path.

Rockblood in truth now.

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Temple to Tymora

An old one here marked me out..challenging me to his games. Hah. no luck here, merely charades, I will not speak of it save to say he called out a challenge and I proved him wrong.. Lucky or not, gifted or not.. the words I hear of Tymora intrigue me, Luck is worth testing oneself against and perhaps it is worthy of my respect.
I cannot stay in this place, I have angered others who have been shown less willing to test their luck and more to rig the game in their favour.

Still perhaps it isn’t a mockery I bear.

I am ‘Lucktester’ in truth.

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The Roots of The World

What more can I say here, now..to journey to such a place if indeed it is possible would be an adventure and a test of one’s luck indeed. To the future and all that dwells in it.

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Shattered Splinters

I have not recorded my true thoughts here for some while, strange things are at work in this land, happenings that span generations and break through even the veils of death and shatter the heavens. Still..something about this tugs at my memory and I am left feeling ..unsurprised..well that is untrue..but not as much as one might think.
Oh I have my scribblings and notes, trinkets and sketches but I need to bring order to my thoughts, there are mysteries here.

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