Legacy of the Forlorn

Travels to the East (Part II)

We have arrived in the nation of Hongal, the northern most nation of Tian Xia. It is still cold and windy, but we are all happy to just rest for a moment. The city we have entered is actually very small, and seems somewhat ramshackle. Ishiro informed me this is because the people of Hongal, the Tain-La, are semi-nomadic. He said the only reason why cities like this exist is because of the amount of trade that comes though.

I can tell I’m in a different land. The tress, the ground, even the air feels different. Perhaps it’s all in my head, but I can’t shake the feeling of how….alien everything is. We weren’t going to rest long as Ishiro told us the best place to pick up goods would be the nation of Goka just a couple days journey south. He said that it houses a large trade city and that would be a good place to start searching Rokouro’s origins. He also said that it is also a journey only a couple weeks journey to the nation of Jinin where my people could be found.

When he told me this, I dropped the books I was holding in my hands. There are Elves here too? How far have my people spread? When I asked why he told me this before, he said that he thought that I already knew. He informed that the Elves of Jinin pretty much keep to themselves but have good relations with the nation of Minaki. After I see to the returning of Rokouro’s remains, I must visit this Jinin and see it for myself.

The travel to Goka was pleasant and we are finally getting away from the cold. Though we have encountered frequent rain storms, the atmosphere has been rather pleasing. Many of the plants and animals here are so different. I wished Amaras was here. He would be able to learn much more from these foreign woodlands then I. One plant is especially common, a very narrow but tall tree they call bamboo. Apparently it grows incredibly fast and is very strong. I have already seen several structures and items made from it. Who knows what other wonders await us in this land.

We have finally reached one of Goka’s northern cities. Like many of the trade cities back home, it is a bustling metropolis filled with many different kinds of people coming and going. We have attracted a few stairs since our arrival, but not as many as I would have thought. Olly and his troupe have already found a place to stay and have begun purchasing several goods to take back. I haven’t had much luck with locating where Rokouro might have come from. What few people I have got to assist me tell me that was most likely Tian-Shu. However these appear to be the most populous people in Tian Xia. I’m already getting somewhat frustrated.

Coreena’s behavior is not helping. The minute we arrived she has been causing all sorts of mischief. One night she did not return to our quarters and I was getting worried. Eventually Slythas came to me and told me he had been able to find her. It turns out that she had found some sort of gathering where people smoke a local plant for recreation. When I found her, she was nearly catatonic and was lying on the floor wearing very little along with several others. This plant must be some sort of drug because they were so lethargic they barely noticed me walk in. We drug Coreena to her feet and brought her back. I would have given her a tongue lashing, but the sickness that hit her the next day was punishment enough. I feel I must keep better eye on her from here on.

I did manage to acquire some of this plant while I was there. After some experimentation, I feel that this drug could have some helpful medicinal purposes. I have purchased more as I feel Lor-Athorn or Phos could gain some use out of it (though I’m somewhat afraid of what Phos would do with it).

I was worried about Slythas. I didn’t see him this morning. When I asked Drekath, he told that around this time of year Slythas begins acting very strangely and often becomes very reclusive. Drekath said that in a couple of days he will be fine and to leave him be. This is a side of Slythas I’ve never heard of, so I wasn’t going to sit back until I found out what was wrong. I found him that evening in an out of the way pub quite intoxicated. When I approached, he seemed somewhat surprised, but told me to have a seat and join him. The rest of the evening he talked about many things. Mostly complementing me on how good of a sister and mother I am. I was really frightened as I have never heard him speak to me this way. He told how he wished that he had a child like Coreena, and that he always wanted to be closer to the rest of his siblings, but always felt that we were pushing him away. He then began weeping about how he always seems to get on the wrong side of people no matter how hard he tries not to. He lamented on how one thing that made the humans so great is there ability to seize the moment and how Elves are worst off because how long we take to decide things.

He rambled on for hours, all the while drinking more and more. I also noticed he was playing with a crude knife I have never seen him use before. Eventually he stopped rambling and stared me in the face and told me how he knows what its like to lose someone you love. Especially when you hadn’t known them very long. He said I was lucky that I had a lasting legacy in Coreena and that in the end, Rokouro still loved me. “Your very lucky”, he said “lucky to have what you have”. He then put the knife away, gently, and then passed out on the bar.

I realized then that there was much more to Slythas then I originally thought. One of the reasons why he acted the way he did was because he was hiding. Hiding from the pain of the past. He pushes people away not because of his arrogance, but because he doesn’t want others getting close again.

I wonder what kind of woman could have affected my brother this way.

I paid his tab and had several others help us back to our quarters.

The next day Slythas was back to his old self and acted as if nothing ever happened. I however, will never look at him the same way again.

Olly has told me that he is ready to head back. Though he says he would like to stay and help, he needs to get back to attend to the caravan and make sure the new goods he acquired gets sold. I saw that this created a dilemma for Slythas and Drekath. They have more or less become Olly’s protectors and that they felt both the need to accompany him back as well as help me on my quest. I reassured them that if they wanted to leave they could as both me and Coreena could handle ourselves. In the end Slythas declared that he wanted to see more of this strange land and decided to stay with me. Not wanting to leave his brother behind, Drekath stayed as well. We said our goodbys to Olly and I decided to head south to the nation of Minkai as it might hold information about Rokouro as well as the Elven nation of Jinn.
On our way to Minkia, we passed through the nation of Quain. During our passage, the nation was holding what appeared to be national Martial Arts tournament. Both Slythas and I thought it would be nice rest and watch the tournament and Slythas went as far as recommending that Drekath participate. Drekath at first waved the notion off saying he felt no need to participate in such a competition. However once he saw some of the matches between some of the participates he changed his mind. I think both the curiosity of seeing different fighting styles and a bit of a competitive streak is what lead him to participate. At first the organizers declined his admission saying that the tournament was only for locals of Quain. However a young human stepped forward arguing for Drekath’s participation. He argued that if this is truly and tournament of the arts, then all those who practice those arts should be accepted. He also questioned that maybe the reason why they declined Drekath was because they were afraid of seeing some of their local fighters beaten by a foreigner. After this the organizers decided that Drekath would be allowed to participate if Drekath could pass several tests to show his skill (which he did easily). The human who argued for Drekath wore a red outfit and had blonde hair. He wasn’t from Tian and looks like he came from our lands. I think this was the reason why he backed Drekath as he to was a stranger.

The matches themselves were a site to see. So many different styles of fighting. Some looked as if they were dancing on the wind while others stood unmoving like rocks. Some imitated animals while others seemed create almost magical type attacks. Drekath did well and bested several opponents. Some of the fighters did not take well to his participation and one man even went so far as to try and rip his ears off. This lead to Drekath breaking the mans fingers and winning the match. In the end he finished fifth, being beaten by a human who ended up winning the tournament. The man wore a white outfit and a red bandana. His final opponent for the championship was none other then the human who helped Drekath into the competition. The two seemed to know each other and had the exact same style.

After the tournament, Drekoth thanked us for urging him to participate saying that he “learned much” from the matches.
As we were traveling through the wilderness, Coreena wandered off on her own for some time. She does this often so I was not worried. However we eventually came across her sitting on a stone staring off into the distance. When I approached her, she seem spooked or mystified. She would not tell me what she saw, but traveled with us the rest of the evening. The next morning I noticed that she was drawing what looked to be a fox with nine tails. I asked the guide we hired about this and he became very worried. He said that it was an ancient kind of spirit that is known for being a cruel prankster. Though he said that he also heard of the spirit imparting wisdom on those that view it. Considering the difference of the tales I come to believe this spirit is like the fey of our land. I advised Coreena that if she ever encountered the fox again to flee and find us. She did not argue.

We were attacked before sunrise by a band of goblins (their kind has spread far as well it seems). We dispatched them easily except for their leader who appeared to be a Hobgoblin. I have never encountered one of their kind before, though I have heard they are suppose to be rather intelligent and crafty. This one wore the armor of some of the local warriors I have seen and fought very well. Drekoth eventually put the brute down and we continued on our way. Noon that day we came upon a group of travelers who were injured on the side of the road. After treating them, they told us that they were attacked by a pack of goblins and some of their companions were taken. We quickly deduced that this must be part of the same band that attacked us and we decided to see if we could rescue their companions. One of the men offered to come with us saying that defending the travelers was part of his duty and he would be dishonored if he came back without them.

Correna followed their tracks up the hills to a small cave complex. Their were more of them then we thought including several Hobgoblins. They had prepared some dangerous traps and had a few local bests trained as guard animals. Both Slythas and myself were badly injured but we managed to clear out the caves. Unfortunately when we found the prisoners they had already been killed. Several warriors were among them and the man accompanying us simply said they had done their duty. He took what looked like a scroll from one of the bodies and told us that they had been carrying an important message to one of the local leaders. We returned to other travelers and the warrior (he told me his name was Katsu) said they would accompany us back to Minkai.

We have arrived in Minaki. It is an island nation off the coast so we had to take a short boat trip to reach it. Unlike Goka, our presence had drawn much suspicion and ere from the locals. I have a feeling they are mistrustful towards outsiders. The main city of Kasia is large and I hope to find some answers to Rokouro’s origins. We had just been in the city a couple of days when a messenger reached us saying that the local lord wanted to meet us. I believe this has to do with our help with the goblins. The lords resources could be helpful in my search so I accepted the invitation. Coreena said she did not want to go however, so I let her be and headed off towards the palace.

The talks with the leader were interesting. He thanked us for our help and offered us dinner as well as a show. The food was good and the play we watched was fascinating as it was all performed using what appeared to be shadow puppets. Slythas thought it was a bit crude, but I thought it kind of had a warm cheeriness to it.

I did not enjoy the company of some of the lords warriors in attendance however. They were lowed and boastful and some were downright condescending. They remind me of some of the “knights” that come from the human kingdoms in our lands. I learned they called themselves Samurai and are considered some sort of elite warrior class. One of the older warriors would not even talk to us and considered our presence disgraceful. His name was Okari and I had the feeling he was the highest ranking Samurai in the room considering how the others treated him. I have heard that this region had just finished a civil war and there was a great culture shift occurring throughout the region. I have a feeling the Samurai are an ancient order and are having trouble adapting to the new nation they serve. Being an Elf, I can sympathize with the difficulty of accepting such a great change.

After the meal, I told the lord of my quest and he summoned one of his advisers. After showing the adviser some of Rokouro’s affects, he told me that he most likely came from the nation of Dtang Ma to the east.

Finally I’m nearing what I hope is the end of my journey and I can finally put Rokouro to rest.

Travels to the East (Part I)

Our journey is about to begin. I have vowed to see my lover Roukoro’s body back to his homeland that he had left so long ago. I had no idea where to begin as he told me so little about himself in the time we had. I went to Meritanus hoping that in his travels that he had met Roukoro’s people and knew where they came from. He told me that he has heard of such people from other Varisians and that they came from a far away land to the east. He said that he has heard of only one viable trade route to their land and that it is a long and tedious journey. When I told him that I wished to journey to this land, he became intrigued. He informed me that the goods traded from this land were exotic and valuable. After some discussion, he proposed that his son Olly and some of his troupe would accompany me on this journey. At first I declined considering the danger it might pose to Olly. Meritanus just laughed and told me that Varisians are used to such perils and that the chance to visit such a far away land will be great experience for Olly. As he said this, I felt a hint of sadness in Meritanus. It occurred to me that this was a journey he would of undertaken if he was able. I noticed just then how much older he looked. It wasn’t so long ago that we first met him and his family in Kyonin’s borders. They age and part so quickly.

The route Meritanus mentioned begins in the town of Kalsgard in the Land of the Linnorm Kings. I’m glad that tensions have calmed since we last visited this land. This trip sounds like it will be difficult enough; we don’t want any problems occurring at the very start of a journey. I was actually surprised when we came to the town. It is the largest city in the Land of the Linnor Kings and I have seen community’s of not only Varisians here, but also that of Dwarves and Gnomes. Still, I thought it best for me and Coreena to lay low in the town while Olly acquired a guide. Since Olly and some of his people were traveling with us, Sylthas and Drekath were coming as well. I’m pleased to be traveling with my brothers on this journey. I see them so little, and it will be nice to have family to travel with. I think one of their reasons for coming might also be to get to know their niece better.

After some time, Olly arranged for us to join a traveling caravan along the route. He said that they had taken the Path of Aganhei (as the route was called) a couple of times before and were one of the most experienced in town. It wasn’t cheap apparently as many others wanted to join on as well for the journey. In the end we were traveling with nearly twenty others. I was also pleased to see one of my travel companions resembled my Roukoro’s people. I approached him and told him of our quest. He said that what we were doing was a very noble thing, but that those that leave Tian Xia ( Roukoro’s homeland) are sometimes seen as outcasts and are very dishonored. Though his information was somewhat bleak, I took him being there as a good sign that at least we were on the right track. I admit I’m rather excited, I have never been on a journey like this before, nor so far away from home.

We travel through the Crown of the World. Though we are prepared for the conditions, it is still rough travel. The first leg of our journey brought us through the Stormspear Hills and then into the Rimethirst Mountains. The hills were pleasant enough though we did run into trouble in the mountains however. The mountains and lands around them are home to a race of giants. Our guide told us that the due to an ancient treaty the giants do not harm those along the path, but we must remain on it the entire way. I had no problem with this, but the Dwarf in the party did not like the idea of traveling through giant lands. This led to a heated argument with our guide who kept telling the Dwarf (who’s name was Kelgar) that this was the only way. Things continued on pleasantly until we ran into one of the giants. I have encountered a giant only once before during the attack on our keep. This giant was far lager then one who attacked us, easily standing twenty feet tall. It was a female who was covered with tattoos and jewelry. Unlike the bestial oaf we encountered before, this giant appeared to be somewhat intelligent thought still very savage. This would explain how a treaty was reached with these people, something I thought impossible considering what I have heard of giants. It did not approach us but kept a keen eye us while gripping the large spear it carried (which was also about twenty feet tall). We trying to continue on but Kelgar was preparing to fight. I know that Dwarve’s have a hatred for the giant race, but Kelgar became borderline fanatical (I’m guessing he had lost a loved one to giants). Thankfully I was able to calm him down before the situation escalated. I noticed both Drekath and Ishiro (the man from Tian Xia) were both ready to intervene. Thankfully the rest of the journey though the mountains remained uneventful.


We have been traveling for some time now and I have gotten to learn more about Tian Xia from Ishiro. He didn’t reveal much at first. I believe that his people are very secretive about their homeland, something I can relate to. After some time however, he began to open up to me. The nation he comes from is called Xa Hoi and he refers to his people as the Tian-Dan. Apparently his nation has been under the rule of dragons for the last three thousand years. When I pressed him about the dragons, he became very uncomfortable and I actually caught him glancing around as if expecting one of the to come over the ridge. From what little he told me of them, they sound very different from the dragons from our land. After speaking of the dragons, Ishiro was not in the mood to talk much further. He didn’t sleep easy that night either.

Maybe their dragons are not that much different then ours after all.


Our travel continues well enough. We are mostly passing through small forested hills and have run into very little trouble (except for a small night raid by some creatures that were easily dispatched). It is peaceful, though somewhat boring. Olly and the rest of his troupe get along well enough with the rest of the caravan (they are all travelers after all). Coreena mostly keeps to herself as usual, but is starting to open up a bit more. I know she wants to talk to Ishiro and learn more about her fathers land, but doesn’t really know the best way to approach him. I have never known Coreena to really look upon her mute voice or aloofness as a hindrance, but as she is growing older she is starting to see that there are times you want to talk instead of just sitting back and watching. This is a trying time for her and her fathers death weighs heavier on her then me. To me he was a good man that appeared out of no where and left me with a beautiful daughter and pleasant memory. To Coreena, he was a mystical legend that she had built up in her mind that didn’t fit the man in real life. Her world was shattered and she learned the hard lesson that all children must that real life is very different then most stories. She will manage though, I have no doubt about that.

She has taken this time to try and know her uncles more. I see she connects a lot with Drekath as both of them tend to be quite and reserved. There have been several times I have seen the two together just sitting back doing nothing but simply looking on into nothingness. I found her drawing a picture of him in meditation, she is becoming a rather good artist.

Her connection to Slythas however has become rather strained. At first she tried her best to listen to his stories and tolerate his sometimes overbearing manner. Her patience has run thin however and she has informed me that she can no longer stand his constant blathering and boasting. I admit that even I’m starting to become annoyed with him and I feel that it is a testament to Drekath’s patience and fortitude that he travels with Slythas so regularly.

We have come across several villages of a human people who call themselves the Erutaki. Their culture has some similarities with the Ulfen from the Land of Linnorm Kings. They are a simple people that live off the land and have adapted well to this northern climate. Though our deOllyngs with them have been brief, it was nice to see a new face after the long travels. Some of them worshiped Erastil and they eagerly received some of my sermons. I also helped treat some of their wounded from a recent fight. For this, they traded us some extra clothing and food. I’m glad I was able to provide something to this expedition.

We have begun to climb further north and the travel is starting to become difficult. It is horrendously cold now and the land is starting to become more barren. The walk has become tedious and everyone is starting to get on each others nerves. Kelgar’s Dwarven demeanor has put him at odds with several people and now mostly keeps to himself. Olly and the rest of the Varisians got into a fight with one of the other groups when they were accused of steOllyng and there were some injuries. I was able to calm things and it was learned that unfortunately that one of the men in Olly’s group did steal something from one of the merchants. Olly was visibly hurt when this was discovered and he harshly reprimanded the man responsible. I noticed that the Varisian’s do not welcome that man in their group anymore. In fact, they don’t even talk to him. Slythas has been especially irritable as I think the travel is much more harsh then what he has grown accustomed to. I tried to comfort him only to have a harsh and rather demeaning remark thrown my way. After hearing this, Coreena immediately walked over and punched him in the face. He is calmer now and oddly enough Coreena and I are getting along quite well.

Despite everything, Slythas’s stories are actually starting to become rather welcome. Once you get around his self centered attitude, he is actually a very good entertainer. There have been many nights were he had all of us roaring with laughter or on the edge or our seat with suspense. He did make the mistake of telling a horrifying story of man encountering a strange undead fey in the woods that had all the humans and Kelgar unable to sleep the rest of the night. My oratories have brought comfort to a few, but sometimes Slythas’s tales are all that keep the depression at bay.

Though Ishiro has also become irritable at times, I have learned a little more form him. I have started to learn the language of his people and can read what little writings he has on him. It impressed him greatly how quickly I’m learning. He informed me that his land was once governed by the powerful Lung Wa empire. During the death of Aroden however, the empire fractured and his land is now a number of feuding cities and kingdoms. This is somewhat disheartening as it means the I will be entering a more then likely war torn and chaotic land.

We have traveled even further North into what our guide called the High Ice. All around us is nothing but snow and ice. This is by far the worst part of our journey. I have seen some small animals here but for the most part the land is lifeless. It is very disheartening. The sun shines and its blinding light reflects off the snow. A few of us (including myself) have suffered temporary blindness because of the shine. I noticed that we Elves seemed especially susceptible to this condition. I believe this is because our eyes take in so much that we feel the brunt of the brightness more then the others. Thankfully the Erutaki traded us some special darkened goggles for the trip. They are horribly uncomfortable, but they work and we wear them regularly now. Even though it shines, the sun provides no relief from the cold. I thought it was bad before, but the cold I feel now is nothing like I have ever experienced. Every gust of wind saps your strength and your muscles constantly ache. The days are horrible and the nights unbearable. Its almost as if the cold is a living thing. Some ancient entity the rules the land and seeks you out strikes at your very core. It is horrible and it is weighing on all of us.

We have had several deaths already. As we were walking, the ground opened up and swallowed one of the merchants. We looked down into the crevasse where he disappeared and there was no sign of him and the drop went beyond further then we could see. It happened so quickly. Our guide told us to tie ropes to each other and we now walk in straight linked lines. Coreena leads our group and chooses her steeps very carefully as we continue on. A couple of days latter a blizzard hit us. I have no idea how we survived. We grouped together and huddled around a small fire, using our own bodies to keep the snow and wind from blowing it out. There was no moving or talking. You huddled next to whomever was next to you and did not care who they were. All that mattered was survival. Still we lost a couple men, including the man outcast by the Varisians. I have a feeling they would not let him settle in with them and he was forced out into the cold. I have never seen such a dark side to Meritanus’s people. Then this morning one man just dropped dead. By the looks of him, it was his time and he was too old to have been taking such a trip.

I don’t know how much longer we can keep this up.

There are Elves up here! I have heard legends of the Elves of the winter lands, but after traveling for some time I thought it would be impossible for anyone to live up here. It shows how amazing my people can adapt. They approached us peacefully one calm morning seeing if there was anything we could trade. They are slightly smaller and squatter then we are and have flowing white hair. There eyes seem to have adapted a reflective sheen to them (to help deal with the sun blindness I’m guessing).

When they saw me, they were somewhat surprised. I don’t think they expected to see another Elf traveling up this way. They walked over and started talking to me, asking several questions. Their dialect of Elven was rugged and they spoke quickly and to the point. It wasn’t long before they invited us to their village. Our guide said he has never heard of them inviting anyone to their homes and kept many other races away. The roots of our race run deep indeed. Their village was small with only about fifty to seventy elves living there. They gave us a little food and took us into what appeared to be a large hall. It felt so good getting out of the cold and eating something other then trail rations. Their elder reminded me of my father. Forlorness had started to settle into him, but he still gave off a sense of strength and wisdom. We began to talk and he asked questions about or journey and of the other elven nations. They are so isolated up here and I feel they have lost their connection with the rest of the Elven People. When I inquired if he or any of his people had ever been to Sovyrian, he seemed confused. I believe that these Elves might have been left behind and had to move north after the events of the Star Fall. During our talks, one of the younger elves kept eying me. He was young but must have been a great warrior for he had several scares and wore what appeared to be a necklace made out of different bones. He held what appeared a to be a stone pick.

Through out the night, our guide looked more and more worried. When I inquired, he stated that these Elves are actually very savage and only respect shows of force. I thought it was only my presence that caused them to act kindly towards us, but now I wonder.

We were ambushed. It had only been a day since we left the home of the winter elves when they came on us. I don’t know how they hid from us with no trees or ledges to sneak behind. One moment calm nothingness, the next moment they were on us. Before we knew what was going on, several of the merchants had been killed along with a few of Olly’s troupe. The wolves came at us from all angles as did a large fanged white tiger. Coreena was picking off the animals with her bow while I began to fill the air with the hymns of Erastil. Our attackers were Ogres and what appeared to be pale skinned giants. Everything became a blur as the battle erupted around us. I remember Slythas unleashing a great shout that actually fractured the ice and caused an Ogre to fall into a crevasse. Drekath had killed one of the giants but was entangled in a net with one the Ogre’s repeatedly punching his face, driving his head into the ice. I called down Erastil’s wrath and smote them in righteous fire. Drektoh was not moving and I went to go help him when I saw Coreena get taken down by the large cat. I turned to rush to her aid when tremendous forced smashed into my back and sent me to the ground. I rolled over with back and shoulders throbbing with pain and stared up at one of the giants. He looked down upon as a sneer crept across his huge face. I was murmuring my final passage to Erastil when he was lifting up the ax to finish me. He did not see the young winter elf charge behind him until the stone pick tore through his back and priced the front of his armor. He roared and spun around with his ax. The young elf easily ducked below the ax and swept the giant off his feet with the pick that had priced the giants back and then with a second pick, delivered a blow to the giants chest before its body had even hit the ice. It did not get back up. He then channeled some form of cold energy into his weapons and set upon the Ogre’s, freezing and shattering them with each strike. I drug myself up and saw that many of the other winter elves had come to our rescue. I got to Drekath as quickly as I could and tried not to vomit when I saw the pounded flesh that once was his face. I chanted my prayers of vitOllyty from Erastil and laid my hands on him. I was in time as he began to breath as the heOllyng magic mended his flesh and bone. He looked like my brother again, though very tired. I began tending to the others and thankfully was able to bring back those that were badly wounded.

I went to thank the young elf for saving us when I saw the elder of the village approach. He informed me that he had seen us and this attack in several visions and knew that we must be protected. I also learned that the young elf was not only their greatest warrior, but also the chiefs son. When I thanked his son, he just smiled and gave me his bone necklace. In honor of saving us, I gave the chief my antlered helm so that Erastil may protect him and his people. It had severed me well, and in this harsh land they may need Erastil’s protection even more then I do.

We are climbing now. Mountain paths are treacherous enough without adding in the freezing wind and slippery ice. Thankfully some of the natural caves have given us shelter from the cold so even though we are traveling slower, we are not as miserable as we were on the planes. After a couple of days we traveled under a stone arch with Tian Xia writing on it. This brought a smile to Ishiro’s face and he told me that we were crossing into the Qiang Tian (Wall of Heaven) and that we are now in the land of his people.

Shadow of Death

I almost lost both of the people I love most.

We were having dinner when we were informed of the attack. Treerazor had returned! I always knew the day would come when I and my family would have to confront Treerazor. I have pictured it, dreamed it, prayed and prepared for it. I was not ready now. Still, we sprang to action and all began readying ourselves for the coming fight. Thankfully our aunt the queen was visiting and her powerful presence was reassuring. Before we left however, we received word that our keep at Sunder Point was also coming under attack. It was decided that we would go to Sunder Point while Father and our aunt would intercept Treerazor. Before we left I asked Coreena where she wanted to go. She informed me that she wanted to stay. I wanted to her to come with us. I should have asked her to come, but I knew that she needed her independence.

When we arrived at Sunder Point we were confronted by warriors infused with the black liquid used by the dark elves. This confirms that our two worst enemies are allied. After dispatching them we found a giant bearing Treerazos black ax attacking the keep trying to destroy it. I tried several enchantments to try and dissuade the stupid brute but it kept shrugging off my spells. Thankful Lor’Athron was able to get through and influenced the beast to stop attacking and retreat. Why was it attacking our keep? Palanon’s observatory is the only thing I can think of. Could my brother’s research be a threat to our enemies? We checked to make sure that Brightglade and Riza were okay and then returned home. That’s when the real terror began.

When we returned we were informed that father and the queen had gone to the front to participate in the fight. We found both Sylthas and Drekoth recovering from battle. I tried to see to Drekoth’s wounds but they were not serious and would mend on their own. During this time we heard the sound of one of the elf gates activating but thought nothing of it at first. Then it dawned on us that only our family can activate the gates and we were all accounted for. Dread and frustration filled me as I knew than it could have only been Coreena that activated the gate. Why did she choose that time to reveal who she was? Why? This impatience and rashness must be a result of her human side. We talked to a guard who confirmed my fears that our “scout” had gone through. My family’s eyes fell upon me as they began to realize Coreena’s ties. I stated that we had no time to discuss this and we all rushed foreword to the gate to the front line of the fight.

We had not long arrived when we heard Coreena scream. I do not now how she screamed or how I knew it was her, but when I heard the sound I was frightened beyond belief. We ran towards the sound and found Coreena running from some unknown attacker. Before I could call out, a tentacle reached and grabbed her by the ankle. Time froze as I watched her fall and being drug away. Her attacker appeared then, some hideous mass the likes of which I have never seen. At that moment nothing else mattered but saving my daughter. I grabbed by bow and began firing. My rage worked against me however as my shaking hands threw off my aim and none of my arrows hit. Thank Erastil the creature chose to attack us instead of finishing off Coreena. My family soon dispatched it and I ran forward to Coreena to tend to her wounds. By then she was up and leaning against one of the rock walls. I was filled with so much rage and frustration I was shaking. Not only did she run off and reveal our relationship but she also nearly got herself killed. Once I got to her however, all I could do was cry. Blood was pouring out of her mouth and she was covered with cuts and broses. I tried to tend to her but she brushed me away. Her wounds thankfully were not serious and would heal. We didn’t have long to rest as we wanted to find our father and the queen. Amaras said that their tracks ran to the south but Coreena steeped forward and indicated we should go north. Amaras was beginning to argue and I was worried he was going to attack (it takes so little to set him off anymore, its like traveling with a dangerous beast). Thankfully Amaras began to smell the air and said the he smelled a pleasant scent to the north reminding him of the creature that guarded the cave when we were transported into the wolves. We soon agreed that we would head north as only father or the queen could summon such a powerful creature.

We didn’t travel long when we found them fighting Treerazor. We have heard tales of Treerazor since we were children. We have heard the tales of its prowess and read about the battles in which it fought. We have seen artist’s paintings and even stain glass windows showing its figure. All are but shadows to the real thing. Only when I was in the lair of Cyth Vsung have I ever been so scared. His gigantic form loomed over us like something out of a nightmare. Our aunt was standing before it in deep concentration. Our father lay on the ground beside her either unconscious or dead and a Lilliend like the one in the cave flew about Treerazor attacking like an angry wasp.

As we approached our bodies immediately erupted in pox and boil much like when we entered the lair of Cyth Vsung. Thankfully our condition didn’t actually sicken us, however we soon realized that holding this contagion at bay was what was requiring so much of our aunt’s concentration. We saw that the condition affected our father much worst and that he didn’t have much time. Nevarre rushed forward and, with some help of Lor’ Athorns magic, was able to gain the ability to fly father to safety. Treerazor summoned another one of the blasphemous creatures we encountered earlier but we kept it at bay long enough to save father. As we were tending to him, there was a blinding flash and Treerazor and the Liliend disappeared. Even the queen did not know what happened. Treerazor’s ax remained however. The queen thought in might be wise to take this opportunity to claim it, but we convinced her that it was more then likely a trap and she teleported us home.

Our troubles did not end however. Though father was no longer affected by Treerazor’s contagion, he was still in a feverish coma and would not let go of his staff. We were informed by Hialin that fathers staff might actually be the cause of the condition as it actually originated from the void. He also informed us that there was strange supernatural activity occurring in our estate once again. Vanya and Amaras went to investigate, and using Amaras’s heightened senses, lead us to the elfgate where we encountered Bealin (I do not understand this myself). He informed us that father’s soul was being drained away and that the only hope he had was for us to try and urge it back. So we all called to father in our own way, telling him how much we needed him. I recounted the story of how he saved me from the viper and how he now has a granddaughter he needs to get to know. By Erastil our love was enough to bring him back. He opened his eyes and dropped the staff and he was with us again.

Everyone now knows who Coreena is. This wasn’t the way I wanted to tell them but now it is out. I don’t expect anything to change. I know it was foolish to keep her a secret, but I still fear her becoming a target of our enemies. I have seen the face of our enemy now. I saw how it nearly killed her as well as my aunt and father, the two most powerful people I know. I pray tonight for guidance as for the first time, I’m unsure of how we can win.

Sun Orchid Blues

Father and my siblings recently came to Daggermark to see my new project, the casino Xhanadu. They all seemed a bit unimpressed by the opulence of the place, but quickly masked their feelings as we all moved into a private dining area to enjoy a lovely meal. It was here that Father told us of a plan to truly find out what was going on in the world, but it meant that we would need to gain access to a very rare commodity, a Sun Orchid, or the sun orchid elixir. It was with this that Hailan came forward and told us of a shipment from Razmiran to Ullorth Ungin, ruler of Tymon (a small hold that is on the western boarder of the River Kingdoms).

We spent a great deal of time talking about this, as it seemed a much easier method of collecting the orchid then trying to buy it or steal it from the producers of the elixir, though I may see about stealing the recipe at a later date. The political fallout from such an attempt would be catastrophic to say the least, as the most powerful and wealthy individuals in the world spent fortunes each year in an attempt to secure more of the elixir for themselves. So we chose the easy way, talking to Ullorth.

We made our way slowly across the River Kingdoms to Tymon, I must say that I have not been in a condition to travel for a time and this was putting me in a bit of a mood, but Ari saw to my needs wonderfully. Once we arrived at Tymon, the name of both the country and the capital of the province, we were directed toward Ullorth. We spoke with him for a short time, discussing various things, but I finally broached the subject and with all honesty told him why we were here, to gain possession of the sun orchid, and as such we were ready to offer him an alternative if he allowed us to have the item. He was hesitant at first but we eventually came to an accord, we would steal the item in transit, so he would not have to uphold his end of the bargain with Razmiran, and we would reincarnate him when his time finally came. After we had made the deal we started to speculate as to the actual age of Ullorth, as he knew a great deal more about reincarnation then any gladiator should, so we set about asking questions to those people who had the most contact or experience in the village. As we suspected it seems that he has been ruler here for a lot longer than a single lifetime.

But not wanting to back out of our deal we did what we came to do. We set out and met the Razmiran contingent upon the road. I passed a signal to the Tymon guards to avoid attacking us when we assaulted the caravan, unfortunately I was not as subtle as I had hoped, leading to a conflict later that night when we attempted to steal the elixir. When we approached the priest called out at the slight sound we made upon entering the parameter of their camp. The Razmiran guards formed ranks and the high priest summoned a creature out of the abyss to attack us. We quickly went to work assaulting the creature, while Lor’Athorn and Palanon unleashed magical attacks on the group of paladins. Navarre was grabbed by the creature, and only with luck were we able to break him free before he was crushed in the creatures grip.
Slipping around behind some tents, I made my way past the paladins guarding the priest, and landed a blow that staggered him long enough for Coreena to take a precise aim and finish off the leader. After that it was relatively easy for us to eliminate the remaining guards, and free the Tymon escort.

We received the elixir and father has given his word to reincarnate Ulloth once his time arrives. We have given the elixir to Phos and I hope that he is quick with his discovery, as I will have need of him soon for a special project.

Blackaxe Part II

We arrived back at Velithi after killing the giant lord only to find that Father and our Aunt, Queen Talandria, had left to confront the forces of Treerazor without us. So with all haste we collected ourselves and moved through the elf gate to the location just north of the incursion into our lands. Once we arrived Amaras took to looking for tracks that would lead us to our family, he is so good at this sort of thing. While he was looking for signs of their passing we heard a sharp scream from the north, and made haste in that direction, as Mirri said that it was her companions voice that gave such a cry. So we moved to the north, instead of the south, and into the ravine that was created by foul magics.

As we progressed further into the ravine we came upon Coreena, who was running at full speed away from something, and as we approached we saw a slimy tendril snake around a corner to grab Coreena’s ankle, tripping her and stopping her escape. Mirri was beside herself with concern for her companion. Rushing forward toward her fallen friend, and in turn causing the rest of us to rush forward as well. As we moved on the offensive, both Palanon and Lor’Athorn unleashed a stream of magical attacks at the tentacle, causing it to momentarily vanish from sight around the jagged edges of the ravine.

Taking this as a reprieve my siblings closed the gap to Correna, while Ari and I defended our flank. It was a good thing too, since the tentacle monster used some magical effect to get behind us. Ari and I did what we could to flack such an odd demon, and quickly did enough harm to it so that Lor’Athorn could once again strike down our foes with his magical fury.
It was here that Mirri told us that Coreena was not just her companion, but her daughter, a half-elven child. This explains a lot about her behavior, toward both my profession and my relationship with Ari. And as much as I would have liked to drill her about the man, the human man, that she saw fit to give herself to, we still had more pressing matters of finding our father and aunt. Coreena was a great help in this as she managed to convey that father and the queen were not in the south as Amaras had thought but rather to the north, the direction that Coreena came from.

So we pushed forward, running in an attempt to find the rest of our family. It did not take long before we approached the site of a great magical battle. The queen was standing over our fathers still form, using a powerful ward to block the majority of Treerazors magic from affecting them. Seeing that more people had arrived to attack him, Treerazor unleashed an aura of decay that started to turn our flesh into plant, and rot away the flesh from our bodies. This was especially damaging to father for some reason, as he screamed out in pain at the burst of necrotic energy. Thinking quickly Lor’Athorn and Navarre used some magic to hasten father away from the magical effect that Treerazor was producing, and while we managed to save him from the necrotic effect father did not awaken.

The rest of us did what we could to prevent a spider creature that Treerazor summoned from attacking Navarre while he spirited father to safety. My magically inclined siblings managed to encase the creature in ice, locking it away from the combat. And while we readied ourselves to defend the queen, Treerazor vanished in a backlash of magical energy. At the edge of a deep crevasse laid his black ax. The queen wanted to go collect the artifact, but we managed to convince her that the momentary victory could turn to defeat if she put herself in further danger. So we left, carrying our father between us, hopeful that something could be done at Valithi.

Once we arrived the queen and Hailin told us of a tale that was both frightening and wondrous, how father gained his staff of power. According to them, it was a piece of the void itself, fallen to earth and discovered by our father. This staff was now keeping him locked in his body, draining the life from him. Amaras and I both started to sense another presence in the estate, and Amaras being a wild creature at heart was better able to locate the presence. Using him as a guide we followed a spectral trail to the elfgate, were we saw Bealin. He told us that it was taking father’s soul into the void, and that we had only until dawn to break its hold over him. So we each took a turn saying something to father, some of us talked of hope, some talked of how we would be at a loss without him. I told him the truth, that I could succumb to the darkness myself if he was not here to blunt my ambition and vengeful spirit. As the sun crested over the forest we waited with anticipation, and with a low sigh father released the staff, and once more joined the ranks of the living.

A Deadly Combination

Journal of Lor’Athorn Edasseril

Entry 30- A Deadly Combination

Discovery: Spellbook ritual

Magical Discovery: For this entry, I have switched away from creating a work of alchemy, and have instead tried my hand at creating something more arcane. After having come upon the spell book that contained within it an extraneous magical ritual, I thought I would try my hand at doing something similar. Through much deliverance, I have finally succeeded. In my current spellbook, I now have managed to create a ritual that allows me to assist my family more easily. Perhaps it will see great use in the coming conflicts.

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Our expedition into the island began as dangerously as expected. The boat ride found its way into conflict before we could even reach the island, as we were beset by a number of were-rats. They were desperate raiders that had been reduced to piracy simply to live. We slew all but one, and extracted information from the last before giving him an opportunity to escape.

Once we set foot on the island, we were able to tell that something was amiss. Corpses belonging to the strange alien parasytes were found strewn all about, having been crushed by large claws. Our worries were increased when we came upon a dark elf camp. It appeared that the dark elves had come here to carry out some dark research, as was indicated by the presence of two large abominations; combination of dark elf and spider… composed of each, but altogether something new and terrible. The dark elves had concocted a dark and dangerous chemical that contained the ability to merge two creatures into an unholy amalgam.

Navarre and Amaras, true to their character, put these creatures out of their misery, though the methods employed were less than savory. Our efforts had quickly brought the attention of a larger threat, driving us to find it before it found us. A large black dragon had taken up on this island, and through some unknown chain of events, become melded with the body of a dark elf. This combination did little more than drive the dragon mad, and give it slightly more arcane prowess. It was the madness I feared more than it’s magic.

Our fight was short and devastating, with each side strugglinng to gain an upper hand. We were victorious of course, which is not to say that dragons are ever easy opponents. It would serve as a steady reminder of the hardships we would face against such foes in the future.

We defeated the dragon, and were then able to suppress the danger it represented, as well as the dark elf research being conducted here. The dark elves were not done using this strange black elixir, however, as we would soon learn. The abblative nature of the dark elf plotting once again exhibited their short sightedness, but I fear now that their recklessness is more danger than any gains they might make from efficiency. Ours is a desperate enemy, and perhaps that is the most worrisome foe of all.

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Riddleport Bedlam

Journal of Lor’Athorn Edasseril

Entry the Twenty-Ninth: Riddleport Bedlam

Alchemical Discovery: With the success of my potion spraying device, I have further experimented with the concepts of liquids under pressure. Employing a syringe style device, I have created a presurized liquid gun of sorts. With this, I hope to employ the use of liquids such as the salt water mix needed to defeat the parasite creatures. With luck, this device will see use in steming the tide of their approach, if such a thing should come to pass. I must thank Navarre as always for being so clever, and for his help in creating yet another projectile device.

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Our trip to Riddleport was as usual fraught with all manner of trouble. It appeared that Amaras had insinuated himself into the area with a cover identity and accomplices. Though this was commendable on his part, he is not normally known for any degree of subtlety, so I was worried about the implications of his actions. How much of this was an act?

We very quickly discovered that the crux of the problems here came from both a dark skinned elf that had been involved in a burglary, as well as the starfall that afflicted the nearby island. A local casino was the target of this burglary while we were in attendance, so we did of course investigate. The dark skinned elf took what we had assumed was a key that would help us unravel the trouble on the nearby island, so we made haste to find him.

Clues quickly led us to the culprit, though what awaited us was obviously a trap. A quick chase led us to back back to the casino, which had been set with dangerous wards meant to weaken us. Amaras heeded no warning, and rushed in, taking the brunt of the traps, and being very quickly captured. We followed suit nearly as quickly as he did to witness the dark skinned elf performing a ritual over Amaras’ still form. A quick combat ensued, and we very narrowly rescued Amaras. The danger, however, was far from over.

Our slaying of the culprit had been the final component for his ritual, and summoned a star to fall directly on our location. With some clever thinking, Palanon and I were able to stop the star from making impact, and instead created a strange immaterial snowfall. I was able to gather some with a force disk, but I am as of yet unable to do much more with the substance. I have hopes that I can eventually learn how to craft it, though. With that out of the way, we made haste to the island, hoping that we could end any extant threats that may remain.

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Draconic Diplomacy

Journal of Lor’Athorn Edasseril

Entry 28- Draconic Diplomacy

Alchemical Discovery: Upon coming into contact with the parasites, I was immediately intrigued with their ability to take control of a corpse. When I started to inspect their anatomy, I discovered that they not only possessed a gland that could secrete a powerful nerve agent, but that they could actually fuse with the nervous system of their victims. This was, perhaps in some vague way, similar to the way that Shamblers used their nerve cluster to maneuver their large frames.

So far, my research has only yielded the distillation of the nerve agent. It is not lethal unless ingested in large quantities. It otherwise merely paralyzes a person’s nerves. This not makes it both a great anesthetic, as well as a great means of controlling the battlefield. I have given samples to Vanya, knowing that if nothing else, it may at least facilitate her job. For now, I hope that she can also test the applications more thoroughly.

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A curious thing occurred recently. Not only had Palanon stopped complaining about doing all of the work around court, but we had been told of a delegation from Cheliax that wished to deal with us. From the onset, it was a largely suspicious overture.

The delegation that arrived was as pompous and disorganized as I had expected, despite the claims that Cheliax is a nation of order. Even considering the odd situation with their false delegate, “her” associates were entertaining, in an unsettling way.

The only one that reflected even a small amount of discipline and dignity was their knight, whom was less affiliated with Cheliax than he was with the armies controlling the World Wound. It was for his alleged benefit that they had arrived. An ancestral weapon belonging to him had found its way into our territory, and they had wanted our assistance or permission in re-acquiring it.

As it happened, it was all a meandering ruse meant to bolster the reputation of Cheliax, much to the benefit of the delegate. This was, sadly, a prime example of the short sightedness of humanity when it comes to the search for personal power. She had very little in the way of long term goals, short as her life ultimately was.

Curiously, this delegate decided to leave as soon as she had arrived, which perplexed us just as much as it did her enteurage. We asked that she at least stay for dinner, to which she agreed somewhat reluctantly. We took the time to plan out our actions, and decipher the meaning of her actions.

We did not decide anything concrete until dinner time. Thankfully, the use of magic and subterfuge found a number of details to help us approach an answer. The most telling detail was the surprise apparent in the expressions of her companions, as well as their willingness to deal with us and to circumvent her authority.

As treacherous as these people must be, I never imagined they were so eager to break a chain of command in such a way. I imagine that there must be more chaos in their contractual wrangling than one might suspect. We parlayed with one of the delegate’s companions, whom was a strange and violent minded man in the delegate’s stead.

However, things soon became complicated. We discovered through careful analysis that the delegate was not herself, and that she might be a shapechanger of some sort. Worried that we had been the victims of some scam, Vanya investigated her room, and through a series of events found that delegate was really a green dragon posing as her.

This green dragon had wished to prevent the retrieval of this anti-draconic weapon at all costs, and had infiltrated the delegation to do so. Our fellowship wisely decided to deal with the dragons instead. I was close to raising the question, however, of our refusal to deal with Cheliax in a more diplomatic manner.

Though I would be the first to agree that they are a disgusting nation for selling themselves to devils, I feel that our position is not firm enough or certain enough. A distant and neutral approach is best, but after this incident, I wonder if we can maintain that neutrality. We cannot afford a conflict with them right now, given our war with Treerazor. Should they be in leage with him directly, that would then necessitate that we do what we can to isolate their involvement even further. Our nonchallant attitude may someday prove to be careless on a level usually associated with humans.

The machinations did not stop there. The strange and violent man that was part of the imposter’s delegation was framed for murder, which seemed to please Vanya. This meant that the man would be sentenced to death, no doubt paying for some hereto undiscovered crime. All the same, it is a bit unsettling. The dragons were pleased with the results, and we had managed to get them to agree to broker with us a deal for weapons, which we would then give to the knight for the purposes of defending against the World Wound.

This alliance with the dragons was curiously successful, and gave me hope. We are capable of diplomacy with those dissimilar from ourselves, but our methodology and consistency was still a fickle thing. I still await a reaction from Cheliax at this strange occurrence.

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Blackaxe Part I

We recently came back to Velithi for our birthday, a celebratory dinner we have in recent history forgone due to our lives outside the estate. Yet with the passing of time it is nice to reflect with one another and the blessing that has been bestowed upon our father with is progeny. It was at this dinner that dire news was given to us. Treerazor has mounted an offensive and our holdings at Sunder Point are in danger, as the messenger would have us believe. With haste we packed our things and outfitted ourselves for battle, as it has been many long years since we had last faced the true might of Treerazor’s minions on the field of battle. Such an unfortunate event at our happy gathering.

Elensar decided to move with the other troops to guard the passages into Kyonin proper while the rest of us agreed to go defend Sunder Point. As we were leaving a chilling prophecy was spoken by my brother, that one of our blood would not survive the coming conflict. None of my other siblings seemed to be worried about Elensar’s prediction, but I was shaken as he has always had a very close connection with death, and I think she may whisper her intentions to him.

Upon arrival at Sunder Point through the elf gate we were surrounded by fire and screams. Men were attacking our hold, and from what we could hear, Brightglade and Risa were trapped within the small keep. Navarre has always had a strange desire that he does not act on with Brightglade, and rushed to the keep to defend her, and I instructed Ari to assist my brother as best he could. I slowly made my way out and around the building, as that is where my strengths lie, not in combat but in scouting and striking from the shadows. Scouting around the edge I saw the leader of this rabble attacking our keep, a giant. This giant was not just huge and towering over everything, but held in his hands a weapon that has been used to frighten children into doing their chores, The Blackaxe. Treerazor’s weapon was being wielded by this brute, and he was advancing on the observatory. Sending this message across our bond my family was quick to act.

Amaras in usual fashion did what he always does when faced with a deadly opponent, he rushes in headlong toward the danger instead of waiting for his family. And once again his recklessness nearly cost him is life. Charging in he managed to deal a number of blows to the giant, clawing and biting at him in his altered form. Yet after the fury of his initial attack subsided, the giant struck him solidly with the ax, cleaving into his chest and leaving a bloody pool upon the ground. We all did what we could to react quickly and help our brother, moving with the enhanced speed granted by Lor’Athorn we tried to close the distance to the giant. We were on the brink of victory when time seemed to stop for us. The Giant held aloft the ax and we moved like bugs trapped in amber. Locked in time the giant struck a nearby tree and was healed by the act, though the sapling was instantly reduced to ash in the process. Instead of killing us like I had thought the giant would it turned and advanced on the observatory again.

The frustration, anger, and fear that I saw on Palanons’ face as the giant started assaulting his new home was heartbreaking. He flung out spell after spell at the giant, as my siblings moved into attack the giant with everything we had. I think it was only Lor’Athorns’ well-timed charm that saved the day. Without it I fear that the observatory may have been destroyed. We quickly tracked down the other attackers and used the giant to kill them all, before I slew the creature since he was much to dangerous to let roam about the country and then go back to serving our enemy.

Once we finished we sent our message of success to Elensar, who responded with a desperate plea for assistance, for while we were defending Sunder Point Treerazor was advancing into Kyonin. Going back through the gate to Velithi we told the queen and our father of the information we had gained, and as such they decided that we were all going to go assist with stopping Treerazor’s advance into our lands. Such a thing leaves me filled with dread, as I know in my soul that we are not prepared to face such a foe.

House of Sky

We recently received summons from the lord of the giant eagles located above Sunder Point at the house of sky. Our presence has been requested in much the same manner as heroes of the past had been summoned, with the use of small silver owls, a small silver owl I traded away for the benefit of gaining the trust of the lake elves of Encarthain. It is only because of our rare gift to communicate with each other telepathically that I was giving the information of this meeting. Using an elfgate just south of Daggermark I made my way to Gault then back to Kyonin. I really must do something about hiding the location of the elf gate better then it currently is.

Arriving home I was greeted by my siblings in much the same manner as ever. We all had a brief dinner and made plans to depart. I had recently come into possession of documents regarding the manufacture and enchanting process of the Final Blades of Gault. Hoping that I could get my siblings assistance in manufacturing a melee version of the blade I gave the information to Lor’Athorn and requested that he study the document and let me know what he thought about the process of making weapons such as this, as well as defending against the effects that the weapons could produce if struck by one. I suppose I should have been more explicit in my instructions as he went to Navarre with the document, and after a brief moment of reading it, I have been told that Navarre tossed it into the forge to burn away to nothing. Currently I am very upset about this turn of events. I will have to find alternative means to the creation of such weapons.

In the morning we set out through the elf gate to Sunder Point. I was excited as I now had the opportunity to unveil a gift I had commissioned for Palanon, a large astronomical observatory built into the side of the mountain overlooking the night sky of Kyonin, without all the trees being in the way. I have to admit that I have ulterior motive in the creation of such a thing, I need him to learn the secret of the rejuvenating aerie that was destroyed under the streets of Greengold, so that I can replicate it and provide the means to King Borogrim to revitalize the Axe of Dwarven Kings.

Palanon was extremely excited about the gift; I dare say he was moved more by this then by any other gift that has ever been bestowed up him. In addition, if not for our meeting with the Eagle lord we may not have been able to pry him away from the observatory at all. It was at this point that I realized that we would have to climb up the mountain, a skill that I have been neglecting in my training I must admit. It is much easier to talk your way past all the guards in a building then to climb it from the outside. Such a long climb left me with little energy and a foul mood upon reaching the top.

The Eagle king was impressive, a huge thing with remarkable coloring and grace, yet he also had a foul mood from what I could tell, something steeped in the old ways of doing things, and demanded traditional responses to questions posed to us. I must admit that the long climb and lack of air at such a great height did little to make me quick witted or charming, as my responses almost ended our meeting before it began. Luckily Palanon was able to step up and express our joy at being granted such an audience, and what we could do to honor age old agreements between our people.

It was at this point that we were asked to go into the house of sky, an extra dimensional space, that has been corrupted by an outside force, and the eagles wanted it back. So that was our task, go in and get it back for them. Sometimes I truly hate being the errand boy for people. They have been unable to get their domain back so they call on old bargains and treaties to get us to do it for them. Anger does not sit will on my brow at this time, as the effort of climbing up a mountain was now coupled with a request that could lead to my death. Stupid birds.

Of course my siblings all jumped at the chance to go on a life threatening mission into the unknown. So up we went into a strange location that seemed to be made of nothing more then air, walking on floating platforms that did not stir as we walked across them and into a temple made of a strange stone that floated in the air. Great statues flanked the entrance, and being a cautious person I made every effort to see if anything was amiss at the entry way. My paranoia has always keep me safe and this time was no exception, as a magical trap was set to trigger once anyone passed the threshold, and the skills that I have not neglected in my training paid off as I was able to disarm the magical trigger, allowing us to pass unharmed.

Once inside we spread out a little since we did not know what to expect in such a situation, and at this we were quickly set upon by an enemy in the darkness, someone who summoned creatures to attack us. The coward was able to stay well away from the melee by hovering over the battlefield, but Lor’Athorn was able to summon creatures to assail our attacker in midair, allowing the rest of us to dispatch is summoned minions. In little more than a minute the fight was over, and we were able to examine the body of our would be attacker, and wouldn’t you guess, another dark elf. Taking what we could from his corpse, if for no other reason than to prove we had accomplished our task we left the house of sky and once again move into the prime plane.

The king of the eagles was extremely pleased that we managed to eliminate the intruder, as the prior heroes from the previous age had been unable to do so. I was wise enough to keep my tongue at this since we were essentially sent into a death trap by our “ally”. His reward for our service was to enhance our little silver owls to summon one of his subjects to assist us if we are in dire trouble. I was less then enthused about our payment, mostly cause I had traded it away, and asked if we could go back to our normal lives again if he had no further use of our talents.

Leaving the domain of the eagles we went home, and I am pleased to know that Palanon has decided to move out of Velithi and into Sunder Point.


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