Legacy of the Forlorn

The Council of Nine

The Journal of Navarre Edasseril
Entry 1

I’ve never kept one of these before but have found reading the journals of others interesting in the past. I decided to start now because I believe that my family, myself included, is about to come into interesting times and a record should be kept.

I’ll need to start with some background information before any of this will make sense. My name is Navarre Edasseril, son of Caladlon. Caladlon is the brother of Queen Telandia who rules Kyonin: the realm of elves. I am the second son of Caladlon and have taken it upon myself to watch over my younger siblings as my elder brother, Elensar, trained to become king.

Mere days ago my father called all of his nine children into his hall. There he told us that he has plans pass on rule of his lands to his children, making us a council. He decided to test us by giving us full charge over a situation that had recently begun to unfold. A group of humans called Varisians had strayed into our lands. Father explained to us, that not long ago a similar situation had happened; at that time the humans wanted to make a shortcut through our lands, they were met by my father and he tended to them diplomatically. He arranged a deal between the humans and dwarves to have a bridge built outside of our lands; everyone was happy … until now it would seem.

Father told us that he would give us any factual information we asked for, but informed us that he would not give any personal opinions, though he gave us free reign to ask his council any questions we liked. We spoke to each of his councilors in turn. Amrune, the military advisor, suggested that we scare the humans away by firing upon them until they retreat. Hialin, the cultural advisor suggested that we kill them outright. Phos, the domestic advisor, babbled on about cooking recipes, but was generally friendly towards the humans. Finally, the Great Owl offered no real advice, but was able to cast a scrying spell which showed that the bridge the humans would normally cross was under the effect of some sort of magical storm; which, at least, gave us some idea as to why the humans chose to move through our lands.

My siblings and I spoke about what we each felt would be the best course of action. There was a general consensus that we should not harm the humans unless they were outwardly hostile towards us. We decided to engage them diplomatically and then see what course would be best. We all hoped for a peaceful resolution.

We took an Elf Gate to an outpost near the place that the humans had taken camp. After most of a day’s travel we arrived at the place. The humans were mostly huddling around a fire. They had set no guard and seemed almost to be celebrating something … or maybe nothing at all; regardless, they were certainly paying no mind to the danger they were in.

We did not approach them with stealth, yet they did not see us until we were mere paces from them. They seemed to regard us with equal measures of fear and wonder. I too found them interesting to behold. I have not seen humans since I gained my first century … the way they live out their short lives is strange to me, and, I think in some ways, to be admired; like a flame that burns powerfully for a short time … there is strength and merit, but very little endurance.

Regardless, we informed the humans that they were trespassing, and they told us that they knew and that they were hoping that the elves would come to help them. The humans told us that they felt forced off of the path when they came to the bridge. They told us they encountered some terrible force … the leader of the humans, named Meritanus, described a shadowy monster that threw magic about with complete abandon. I decided immediately that he was either lying, or had no idea what he was talking about. I have no intimate training in the magical arts, but I know enough to understand that powerful wizards do not operate in such a manner; besides if there were a powerful spellcaster at the bridge we would have heard of it.

We told the humans that we would escort them back to the bridge, but at that moment we were attacked by what my brother and sister later told me are called Lemures: a type of devil that resembles an amorphous mass of flesh. The creatures were resilient, but fortunately not a match for the combined power of my family. I have never before had the honor of battling alongside my siblings in any life-or-death encounter; it was exhilarating, but more than that, I am amazed at and proud of the skills my brothers and sister have learned over the years. I have taken an oath to protect them, and I will not falter in that task, but it is good to see how very capable they all are. We were able to defeat the creatures with only a few scrapes and bruises. Afterwards, Meritanus gifted a strange looking silver dagger to Elensar and we left that haunted place right away to make for the bridge.

After a few days travel, we arrived at our destination. The bridge seemed to have a strange storm hanging over it; right away I could tell that something wasn’t right. As we approached, Palanon said, plain as day, “It’s an Illusion”. I know little about magic, but his statement made sense to me … I was very proud of my little brother in that moment. It seems to me like he tries to act in a way that will cause people to think little of him, when he is in fact very competent. It turns out Pally was correct. We were met by some sort of monster that made quite the spectacle in an attempt to scare us away. Pally called the spellcaster on his bluff and in the moment of truth the illusionist blinked … so I hit him with my shield, disrupting his concentration and breaking the spell. It turned out to be a gnome trying to keep people off of the path because he had been cultivating some strange plants. Fortunately, we had to do very little to encourage a trade agreement between the gnome and the Varisians.

The humans felt the need to celebrate the conclusion of these events, and though I believe it was appropriate, I don’t think they require much of an excuse to have a celebration. Before the party began, however, we were asked to attend one of the elders on his deathbed. It seems that he was the young boy my siblings and I saw that day our father went to treat with the humans … thinking of it now I realize it was about sixty years ago. Meritanus told us that the man spoke to his clan his entire life about the day he saw the elves; I remember him as a young boy and I suddenly found myself facing the same person on the final day of his life … their lives are so short … I don’t know if it is something I will ever truly come to understand. Regardless, the man spoke well of us his entire life after only seeing us once, influencing his entire clan to believe that we are a good and noble people, the least we could do was to sit with him in his final hour to bring him comfort.

The humans began their celebration; I mostly watched from the sidelines as is my way. Most of us kept a polite distance from the humans, allowing them to enjoy themselves, except for Pally … naturally, he went off to “study” the human females. Before the end of the festivities I had a short talk with Meritanus to let him know that this matter was taken very seriously in our court and that he would do well to let others of his kind know the dangers of entering Kyonin. He agreed to do so and promised that his people would not trespass again. I thanked him and wished him well. Soon we were ready to take our leave, but the generous humans had one more gift to give: they draped a beautiful, and magical, scarf around Mirrianna’s shoulders as one more thank you for the help we gave them.

As we trek back home I am left with many thoughts. I wonder what further relations we may have with the humans. I wonder if the next time I see their clan if I will be treating with Meritanus’ grandson. Most of all I wonder what father will think of our actions … I think he will be pleased. We worked as a team, we fought bravely together, and we made just choices that affected the lives of many for the better.



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