Journal of Lor’Athorn Edasseril
Entry the third,
The recent mess has made it difficult to gather my thoughts. I have also found it a bit more difficult to dote after my brother. He is more easily distracted than ever before, and I find that his interest in disrupting my studies is only eclipsed by his new found lack of focus. I spend more time now watching him and making sure he is alright than I ever did evading his attentions. I know that it is illogical to worry as much as I do, as I know he is a capable person. I cannot shake that something is different and wrong, though, and it occupies as much of my time worrying as it does observing.
That having been said, I have found a precious few moments to reflect…
Having been away from this journal makes it difficult. I have to reach further back to consider the events past. It is somewhat less difficult, if only because the recent events have strung together so eloquently. It is only now that I can better see the links, like a web in the wind of time.
Previously, I had recorded my thoughts on the mites and goblins, which led us to suspect our quarry would be in Greengold. I had never been to the city myself, and found it interesting, if disquieting. Though the city itself was clearly influenced by elven architecture and sensibilities, there was something unerringly human about it. Whether it was the mood of the throngs crowding the street, or the smell of hasty human cooking, my unease was tempered with a curiosity not felt since my childhood. Still, we had better things to do than to indulge such whims.
With luck, our search took us to the mayor, who was a loyal and informed human. I found him agreeable, if indulgent. He let us know a bit more about this Risa we had suspected to be our enemy. He knew that she was a student, and also was expelled by Quillandra, our potential step-mother. The story of that is for another day, perhaps.
What was more disturbing was the news that another student, under the seductive wiles of the exiled Risa, had stolen a key to an Elf Gate and given it to the exile. I suspected him to be a patsy, and thus largely useless. We traveled to speak with him, and allowed Palanon and Elensar to question him, as we were wasting our numerical advantage simply watching them, to say nothing of impeding their… particular methods or questioning.
Outside, we ran into the ubiquitous group of Varisians, who ubiquitously arrived in town to do trade. Meritanus had only enough time to reintroduce us to his family, which had grown by one since last we saw him. We were then beseiged by insectoid plant creatures. Navarre had impressively demonstrated his prowess in battle, but his desire to protect our fellowship has begun to walk a fine line between brave and reckless. I must either devise new ways to protect him… or discuss with him this behavior so that it may be mitigated…
We defeated the creatures handily, but were quickly rallied to try and find out who or what had send them after us. Fearing that our chance at Risa was fading, we followed a scent by way of Nil’sha, and were led into the sewers. A disturbing plant based trap awaited us, and with out already drained resources, we had our most demanding melee to date. I personally had to ensure Elensar’s safety, something I hope not to have to do again.
Once that unpleasantness was done, we discovered the body of a demon, which in and of itself was disturbing, more so when coupled with the mysterious bloody writing scrawled upon the wall. Most disturbing of all was the prospect that this had all been painstakingly calculated to be our downfall. If only trust was not such a fragile thing…
Ah… I fear that I must adjourn for now. The silence is deafening, and signals that something is amiss…
End Entry the Third.
*I have failed to mention the great gift imparted to me by my father. Without mentioning the wonders bestowed on my siblings, I must say that my father outdid himself in obtaining a unique pair of glass lenses that make the study of magic easier. These magic lensesare now among my most prized possessions, making it difficult for me to think of risking them to the vicissitudes of adventure.