Anette Decille Diary Entry 15

Entry #15

Christine loves to vanish without telling people. Ganak said she does that to find help or friends or supplies, but mainly because she can never stay still. He said a few times that her parents always told her to keep on the move while she is on her adventure. Half Elves were very looked down upon in her home and Chris's parents really wanted her to be safe. I couldn't help but ask Ganak why they would let her go on the adventure in the first place if they wanted her to be safe, he happily answered “Her mother and father met and married during travels like this” Since I was with somebody I strangely trusted, kind of let the girl in me out at how romantic that was, before Ganak promptly and unexpectedly agreed. Adding “I think she expects that it is the only way she can find love” it struck me and I really had to hold my tongue about the relationship between the two of them. They seem to care about each other a lot, but it is not my place to ask something so personal after less than a day knowing Ganak.

“She disliked me at first because I wasn't what she expected, she assumed all orcs, full or half alike would be powerhouse barbarians who attack with no reason. She saw how I talked and thought me as something I was not, explained to her a few things and now she treats me like family”

He said this and I was struck, this man and Chris could not be more different, yet oddly similar. Christine was always moving, yet Ganak seems calm. She acts first while he seems to be thinking about options. I could go on all day, or night at this point but let me get to the point. For how different they are in the way they act...they are both members of races that are often despised, often killed for no reason, and they're both extremely open about themselves. I have a feeling if these two aren't romantically linked yet, they will be. They have been both, so open with me...a stranger, I can only assume how close these two really are. I am going to drift into the overly feminine part of me again, but I used to dream of meeting a man who I could have a relationship like that with. Chris is a lucky girl and Ganak a lucky man.

Actually he helped me with that a bit as well, he listened to what was on my mind, was very patient as Chris was out in the morning before we started moving for the day. I kept dismissing his questions about me, but he is so...damned trusting, so trustworthy as well. Ganak got it out of me, I let loose told him that I hated how womanly I was, how I have to be a soldier or what I am doing would fail and I would let my father down. Tears came out of my eyes, I felt so low. Well I did for a moment, I did until this vibrated through the room we were in.

“But you are a woman, Anette, a very strong one. You have worked so hard, come so far and you are you... you can only get better at what you want to if you aren't distracted by what others think of you and there is no way you could possibly not make your father proud. I bet he watching you from somewhere, very proud of how strong and beautiful his youngest daughter has become as long as she doesn't give up.”

Never thought in my life I would cry and be consoled by a man I had just met but Ganak is just somebody special. He is already such a friend in under one day.

Christine is a very, very lucky girl.


Anette

Art update 9

I recieved some more art in the middle of writing a chapter! a very nice interruption I will say. I do expect a bit more during the day, so let's see how this goes.

Art update 8

As it seems to be lately, I do have some more art today of Anette, and perhaps a guest or two?

Anette Decille Art update 7

More Art

Anette Decille Diary Entry 14

Entry #14

Anette Decille Art update 6

We have a fair bit to cover today when it comes to One Anette Decille (Middle name pending)

Click to see.

Anette Decille Diary Entry 13

Entry #13


Wow... this is just middle of the night, I am not really one to have nightmares, but this one had happened a few times before. Can you really call something a nightmare if it has happened already? I mean I do keep living through Father's last day with the living. He died like he would have wanted to, but that doesn't stop it from tearing me apart every now and then. A person can be as strong as anything on the outside, but when it comes to that one subject...that one memory. I turn into a little girl again, even though I have my Mother's sword here next to me, even if I have full plate protecting me and even if I spent the last five years building my strength and fighting ability.

I can overpower a man twice my size, I can and have defended myself against bears in the past with minimal effort, still there are those moments in my life where I burst into tears and I just wish I could hug my father. He would be proud of how strong I have become, but he would insist I never let this get to me but I just can't help it some times. Losing a loved one is painful for everyone. I guess it is just that much harder for the frail little girl who had to run away from home and Father just to remain alive. He saved the lives of my mother, Adelle and I at the price of his own life... wish I made sense but I do wish I could have helped him. I think I am going to go back to sleep, hopefully I get a good dream this time.


Anette

Anette Decille Diary Entry 12

Entry #12



Today has been an interesting day to say the least. Let me start off with the simplest and most important matter at hand, my new Armour will be finished tomorrow by mid day, I am so excited. I am quite happy to be in this city, and more than happy to be wearing clothes that don't weigh me down, but I really should be leaving. I will miss the nightly wine and the vanity however...I love that mirror. Hell, this entire building has been nothing but a treat for a traveler, regardless of how long I have been off on my own. The room is beautiful, the food and drinks offered in the tavern are superb and the baths, while I am not the biggest fan of bathing in front of other women, are such a relaxing treat for a body wracked with straining muscles. Will say though, not like my opinion of myself needs to be raised at all, but compliments from other women in such a place are strangely uplifting. There I go again...this has been a wonderful break, but as soon as the scale weighs on my shoulders I have to go back to being a soldier, which leads into what else happened today.


Christine came back today, and we talked again, really about anything, while walking around the damp city roads. I guess it is good for me...to have another woman to talk to, my Mother and I didn't really have much time to talk in the last few years and while Clayrion was there he treated me more like a little sister than anything. Which of course makes sense, I was fifteen when he left, what really did I have to discuss with a cleric in training? Christine initially thought that I may have romantic feelings for him, but I couldn't he is my big brother regardless of the differences in our blood. Once I explained to her how I really felt about him she understood I think. She just told me that my eyes and face light up when talking about him, I had no idea. After talking for a few hours she also said something that hit close to home, I guess I sounded very down or pessimistic about the subject while talking about it, but I remember her cutting me off. “You can be both a warrior and a woman Anette!” She said it loudly in the middle of a road, the looks she got haha. Though I don't know what she said was true.

Maybe for somebody like her it is, she is a traveler like me, but not alone and not somebody wearing so much to protect herself. She wears a cute tunic not full plate...soon to be scale. She also doesn't hold a giant sword. Perhaps I am giving up too early, or maybe I am thinking too much about what others think of me? The week I have been in this city, out of armour I have received a lot of attention from men...hell tonight I even had a bard try to serenade me. I say tried because once he asked for the name of “the lovely maiden with the fiery hair” and learned it was Anette he couldn't compose a song to save his life.

Too bad, he was kinda cute too, especially when trying to rhyme something with Anette...does that make me a bad person? I mean Chris was laughing out loud, at least I waited until he left ear shot. Ah well, there will be other bards in the world, something about them strike me as so adorable. Anyway, Christine said she will be here tomorrow and after I get my scale she would like to take me to meet her friend she is traveling with. She says he would like me, that honestly scared me a little bit, I must say. Only knowing her for a few days, I trust her a lot more than I normally trust people. Maybe her short hair reminds me of Adelle or something. Well, a much smaller Adelle, but the resemblance is there in some ways. It is time for bed now, I have a huge day ahead of me tomorrow.



Anette

Anette Decille Art update 5

So...an old friend of mine David/Hanogan/ForsakenSwordsman saw my posts about Anette on facebook. Being an extraordinarily awesome person he offered to give his take on Anette and look at the results. Not only is this one of the only two non Chibi images of her, it is the first that gives off any sort of aura of intimidation.  Quite simply put... I am in friggin' heaven with this one, Thank you my friend, thank you an immense amount of times.    Hanogan can be found on Deviant art Here with a gallery very vast and incredibly varied. Do not hesitate to drop by and take a look.

Anette is looking gorgeous and terrifying.

Anette Decille Art update 4

Tiny Chibi...good god Tiny Chibi, how I thank thee for this amazing take on Anette.  A more Chibi version of the Anette Design first made by Teleghost, with some tweaks of her own thrown in.  The Deep blue eyes, the hair band and the armour covering her left leg are just about half of the touches I am absolutely in love with in this picture.  Tini Chibi can be found on her Gaia Online shop Here , She does these fairly quickly and at a very good price.   Chibi, my friend, once you feel better I would be honoured to see your take on Adelle.

Anette Decille Art update 3

The Crows are laughing comes back with more Decille goodness only this time in her native style. A friggin' adorable Chibi version of a petite spitfire! This has been Drawn by The Crows are Laughing of Gaia online. She works very quickly and if you like this style, by all means drop by her art shop thread.

Adelle Decille art update

The First ever picture of Adelle Decille! Anette's sister is a lot more, no nonsense and I think this captures that very well.  Courtesy once again of Oku37 who's commissions can be found Here and On Gaia online as well.  She works quick, for good prices and very cute art.

Anette Decille Diary Entry 11

Entry #11



Maybe I am too sentimental to be a warrior? I mean, all of a sudden this morning, while I was out and about the city the heavens tore open with a loud crack of thunder and the rain started falling. It started fast and hasn't calmed down yet, I really hope there is no flooding at all. Back to my point though, That first crack of thunder this afternoon reminded me of when I was a kid and how Adelle protected me and cheered me up when I was scared. I mainly remember, as a little girl, the first time I remember hearing the sound and feeling the vibration of the thunder in the air. I remember having tears rolling down my cheeks, I was shaking and very scared and Adelle did her best to make sure I was okay. Looking back she was goofy about it at times, but she always made me feel better. I guess your big sister can manage with such silliness if it is for the end goal of cheering you up. Though I don't doubt for a second that once she hit puberty she could keep that promise of shutting the sky up. My sister is a very tall woman...wish I got some of her height.


Well, I got the better hair... that is a fair trade, right?


I love my hair, but that doesn't really make a warrior.


What makes me a warrior is the giant sword I use to strike my enemies down.


What makes me scary is that I am also a fairly small woman who holds that giant sword.


Just putting my thoughts onto paper.


Anette

Anette Decille Diary Entry 10

Entry #10



Today I went to get the base for the scale mail and bring it to the blacksmith. First thing I noticed was just how good this woman was at her job, very good fit. I have never been the biggest fan of leather but this is beautifully done. This is the first time I have wore something tight on my upper body... and...well, how do I say this?... It is very comfortable around the chest... Anyway, there is a second layer of leather where the scales will be placed. I took the base across the market to the blacksmith and now I will be waiting for a few more days, he even surprised me with the chance to choose the color of the scales. Not too bad of a situation, I like it here, in fact I love it here even in such a short time.

In any town there are people who are...unsavory to say the least, however aside from when I first entered this place and people were looking at me while I was in my full suit of Armour and a few men in the tavern during a few nights, even if some of them did look good... The bartender and especially his wife have been nothing but hospitable to a new woman in their home and business. There are some people in the tavern area every night and seem nice and the business's all over are fantastic... Again, I think I have written this before, but I really would like to come back here again.

One of those such frequents in the tavern at nights actually walked up to me today as well. I went down to get my glass of red wine but she caught me before I could. She introduced herself to me out of nowhere. Her name is Chris and she seems to be at least half elf, she is quite beautiful as well...is that an odd thing to say as a woman to another? She was insistent she buy me my glass of red wine if she could talk to me for a bit. I felt a little uncomfortable about all this, but she turned out to just being friendly, seems we both only like men despite my heart skipping a beat or two tonight. She told me how bizarre it was for a tiny thing like me to walk in here every night, wearing fairly feminine clothing holding a monster of a sword.

I was called tiny by a woman who is half elf... that just donned on me.

Anyway, she noticed me in the nights I have been here, Chris was curious about what I was doing, carrying this sword, what I was doing out of the armour I was in the first night I was here and essentially she was interested in my story, a sentiment I shouldn't find so bizarre, but I really do. Anyway, I told her about myself, and she told her story to me. I told her about my Father's life and death, I told her about how my Mother, Adelle and I barely made it out alive and how we came to live with the Des Malyce's and the eventual darkness I found when Adelle and Clayrion left, as well as how I got out of it. I did notice one thing that has happened before and again tonight... when I mentioned my full name she reacted to it oddly. Wouldn't be anything if this wasn't the first time...

I could mention Christine and what she brought up, but all I truly remember is that she is traveling with a close friend she met while away from home. Also that she has a kid sister at home with her parents... I would mention more but I had a bit more wine than I am used to.

And with that I am really going to go to bed now, Talking with her for so long had me up until the middle of the night... again, nice girl though. I should lessen the wine intake however.


Anette

More art of Anette!

I have received a new drawing of Anette Decille. While I am sure some may not like the sketchiness of the picture, or the overall technique in it, I really enjoy the simple, sketch style with the Deep colours. Always have and most likely always will. Her hair may not be perfect, but I don't see any of my attempts to capture her likeness on paper on this blog.

This has been Drawn by The Crows are Laughing of Gaia online. She works very quickly and if you like this style, by all means drop by her art shop thread.

I picture this is how she saw eye to eye with Vli

Anette Decille Diary Entry 9

Entry #9


It is funny, you notice a lot of things when you have nothing to do other than wait.

You notice your possessions losing some luster.

You notice the bags under your eyes growing in intensity.

You notice the looks you receive from men, women and children.

You notice the familiar faces you have seen downstairs in the inn, day after day.

You notice how painful cleaning out wounds is and the conflict it brings to the relaxing hot bath water treating the muscles.

You notice the less innocent looks you receive before bed, while you order your wine in a full tavern area.

You notice the moon's strength and come to the conclusion the day has been familiar...Much like while I was a child, my day was a transition, waiting for my next step toward finding my family.


You notice just how lonely you can be at a time like this.


Anette

Anette Decille Diary Entry 8

Entry #8


Something tells me that looking around the city for something to do would have been a lot easier if I wasn't carrying the great sword. Hell, would have been better if I was in my Armour, because then at least I would look like somebody who would be needing a sword. Perhaps not.. I am tiny even in a layer of metal.

Anyway today was the first time I have been fitted for something in a long time. First time for something other than a dress as well...it was different. A little funny that a warrior's little girl such as myself...the closest thing I have done as of late that is any sort of feminine is take a long bath...and be fitted for hopefully life saving armour. The seamstress was very nice though, curious about how a pale, red headed, petite and seemingly delicate girl could be traveling in the sense I am. Truth be told, I really don't even know... something lit inside of me when everyone else left. Seems I followed in Father's footsteps in some regard, even at the dismay of my Mother.

Actually, I do wonder if this is really would have made Father proud?
Perhaps, but much like Mother I bet he would be stricken with worry.
I miss him so much...
I can go back home and see Mother, but sadly there is only one way to see him again...

Well, everything happens for some reason or another. Adelle and Clayrion left to better themselves, and I guess so did I in some sense. I hope to find them both, I just hope they don't mind when I do meet up with them again. It has been so long since I have seen Clayrion, but Adelle...that was over ten years ago... would we even recognize each other? I bet we would...hard to forget the face of the person you spent your entire childhood with, not to mention those eyes would freeze me in place...she has a very intimidating stare...once scared away a dog just by glaring at it!

Wow, I am laughing with tears running down my cheeks...
I miss when we were kids and all together, but no use dwelling on the past.


Seems I write so much more when I don't have to worry about my surroundings...the lighting likely helps too. Well, two days for the backing, then a few days after for the scales. I like it here a lot, so I really don't mind if they take their time.

Anyway, goodnight world.


Anette

Anette Decille Art update.

A new picture of Anette has been created!  Courtesy of Oku37 who's commissions can be found Here and On Gaia online as well.  She works quick, for good prices and very cute art.

Anette Decille Diary Entry 7

Entry #7


What was I thinking last night? This isn't a town, this is a city, pretty big one at that. Well, I was clearly out of it by the time I went to bed... I slept with a greave on...my foot hurts this morning. And if I only had a glass of wine, why is there a nearly empty bottle on the table in this room? Well, I guess it could be worse, last time I got drunk I wound up needing Mr. Des Malyce to help me out of a well. I do hope to the deciders that Clayrion never reads that particular line, I would never hear the end about it... I just love the taste of wine. Not my fault I am petite.

I guess I will write more in here right now, can't honestly say I feel too great this morning, I don't plan on going out until this headache dulls. I guess I should cherish this day for what it is, a break from traveling and a chance to relax in clothing that doesn't weigh me down, as if I were pregnant. Have to say, I have missed skirts. The Armour I wear now is simply out of the question for longer than absolutely necessary, I will look around the city while I am here, hopefully I can find a blacksmith...or a tailor or a seamstress or...who deals with making scale Armour exactly? All I really know about it is that it is lighter that full plate and I can move a lot easier in it...though I do like the imposing figure I pose while covered in a layer of metal. Would I need to be fitted for scale or would it not matter? I wonder.

One final thing before I stop, This inn is very nice. I haven't really traveled much in my life but I have never been in a room with a vanity...feels a bit like home actually. Well, like home only without my Mother, do I ever miss her. Anyway, that is more than enough for today, I think I will see if they serve anything for breakfast down stairs.


Anette


Nevermind, I have more, I should write this down now while it is fresh in my mind. There is a woman in this city who will take my measurements for the base of the scale Armour for a pretty good price. As well as a blacksmith who is willing to put the scales onto it for a decent price as well. I have more than what I need on me, and if I sell this plate, it will be close to even. It will take them a few days however, so I guess I am staying in this horrible inn with the gorgeous vanity...poor Anette.

Pretty good day, I will have new Armour and rid myself of this clunky mess with the total loss of a single gold piece or so. Made even better by this nice inn. Nidne's descendants seem to finally be smiling upon the Decille family, in some regard.

Now for real this time, Good night.


Anette    

Anette Decille Diary Entry 6

Entry #6


Few hours later, got to town, not sure why but people stared a hole into me...do I look that awful with no sleep?

Anyway, I am in my room, after paying for it, getting a bit of food and a glass of wine.

Bed time now.


Anette

Anette Decille Diary Entry 5

Entry #5



I hate owls...

I couldn't sleep until what had to be an hour before sun rise.

At least there is a town in sight...I need a bed, sleep.

Wrote this because it makes me want to die to think I have to put this armor on again...

…

I need to kill all owl's.


Anette

Anette Decille Diary Entry 4

Entry #4


I really don't think I have the frame for plate armor. I mean, I have the muscle and overall strength to support it, however with the lack of mobility it brings forth, the fact it is so complicated to put on and take off and fifty or so pounds of armor and a thirty pound sword is way more weight than a little woman should be carrying around. Perhaps scale? Or maybe leather armor until I can get the money for something elaborate. All I know is that this armor, I am safe, and I thank my Mother and Clayrion's parents for the concern...but I may have to sell it for something lighter. I have just never been so tired in my life, from walking or even getting undressed at night. Next town I find I need to consider this all.


Speaking of night, it is the middle of the night now, full moon in the sky...I am awake because of the foulest of creatures...

I hate Owls.



Anette

Anette Decille Diary Entry 3

Entry #3

It has been a very long day.

I must have walked ten miles today...

okay maybe five.

Felt like ten with the plate, the sword and all of my equipment.

On my way out of the town this morning I saw a bunch of kids pretending to have a fight with toy swords. While Kids preparing for fighting in any way is a bit of a tricky issue, it just brought memories of Adelle and I when we were young. Mother asking us to stop while Father gave us lessons to better our stance with wooden swords.

Such a good memory on something so silly, still brings a tear to my eye.

I miss Adelle, and I wonder where she is, and how she is doing every day, and I obviously miss Father. He died protecting his wife and daughters, while I know he would have it no other way it still stands... I miss him.

Anyway, I am running out of light, I should start a fire and try to sleep, there is something so unnerving about sleeping alone and outside, but I have no choice sadly.


Anette

Anette Decille Diary Entry 2

Entry #2

I have decided to stay in town another night, people can call me weak if they like but I am just not used to carrying so much extra weight in the form of Armour and my mothers sword. Perhaps my mother was right? Am I not ready for this? I can handle myself physically but what about loneliness, homesickness or simple too much time thinking to myself?

No...I am ready for this, I have to be, Clayrion may not be depending on me, but I feel as if I must do this. Plus, even 4 days into this and I have already met some nice people... also I have never been so happy for something as simple as a soft bed and a hot bath.

I will continue on as an optimist, with my Mother's blade in hand to remind me what I have if I ever feel lost.

That pillow looks so inviting, and on that thought, good night.

Anette

Anette Decille Diary Entry 1

Well...hello...

My name is Claire, I barely knew Anette, however the 2 days I did she seemed nice, and she left her diary for me to read if she were to die. As much as it does feel odd reading through another woman's diary, she really seemed to want somebody to read it.

Anette had a bunch of pages on her person when we found her body, right where she said they would be, though it was still a very somber task. Anyway, let me get into this.



Entry #1

Not sure what to write in here...I have never had a diary before. Guess I thought writing would be a lot better than the talking to myself I have fallen into. I never imagined how difficult it would be on my own...I mean even three days seems forever since I can't go home to see my mother. Living is fine and I am more than capable, but I miss my mother.

I never knew what the bordering town was like though, it is nice though very hectic compared to home. I found a woman who was selling this journal and I couldn't resist. Anyway, before I finish up here, it feels absolutely fantastic to not be in Armour and sleeping in a bed again.

Anette.

The beginning of a new project.

This Blog will be dedicated to the diary entries of Anette Decille, I will try to post a few per week to keep myself from getting rusty on writing, plus, there is a ton of stories I can tell based on my favourite fictional, DnD Redheaded spitfire. Anyway, this is just an intro post as for what this is for. I hope people enjoy this.