Journal of Amimi

My name is Amimi. These are my storys of my tour in Sirion- a day by day accounting of anything important.

Day before Tour

I stopped through into Commonyr the day before. Though I wasn't exactly welcome with open arms upon arrival, lady Araia gave me a warm welcome. After our conversations and an explanation, she reccomended I contacted Darfix on my interests in the Sirionite Musket. After idle chit-chat, we confirmed eachother trustworthy enough to meet in person. I brought one of my Arbalests. I shall describe one here. They were like the Ubentian ballistae, but instead fired twenty normal arrows, in a pattern of two rows high and ten across, instead of one large projectile. It's like a box on wheels, and the bowstring is held back by a switch. To lower the switch, you pull on a knob outside the device. This launchs all the arrows at once. It can be fired forward, or forced to fire upward by wooden planks. So far, these have seen use in my unit only. Next, the Sirionite musket will be described. It was mounted on a tripod of sorts- like that used for an artists painting. Once mounted onto this, it could fire, though without much accuracy. In a comparison based on looks, Darfix mentioned how the Arbalest seemed more practical, and powerful. During this, Adrian seemed to have a paranoia of me, requiring my weapon, a sickle at the end of a 20 foot chain, be kept by my scribe, whom by now was nearly unconcious. His paranoia stemmed, apparently, from the distrust of Oligarchians, and from their problems with the weapon. I've left it in their care- after all, making more will not be difficult. Tommorow, I will be on my way to the tour. Lets hope suspicion and paranoia does not turn on me.

Day One

I move out to Sermbar in order to fight the monsters. We defeated them, with aid from local militia and passerbys, but unfortunately, just after an infiltrator got to me. This will likely put things on hold... seems suspicion and paranoia hit me hard.