3. The Book of Dawn

The Book of Dawn


  • ((melts She's gorgeous))


  • Tawny and I

    I rest my head on my most loyal companion as I write this entry. Truth is, the latest events have all gone very favourably. Many good warriors went into the plane of Shadows and despite the difficulties and challenges posed, we managed to stop Nekrathul and his minions.

    Some allies fell, and once again there were a couple of moments at which I clung to life from a single thin thread of my stubborn willforce, and there was always a helping hand to pick me back from my sinking. I could do the same for Fadia, when I thought she was gone, unconscious and bleeding abundantly, one of my most powerful healing prayers could pick her up. I thank Lathander once again for granting me the abilities to do such.

    Even with the fallen weighting upon our morale, and our wounds weighting upon our bodies, we pressed on and defeated not only the Shadovar leader, but also the Dark Enchantress. I know better than believing that she is gone, however. I suspect she's trying to gain control over María, which was present when I drove my blade through the wicked sorceress. "That's for Lorie, bitch". Words that came out of my very core, I could not help it.

    I've already spoken to María on the topic to advice her on ways to protect herself from her influence and if worse comes to worst, protect those around her.

    The possitive side remains and is that we returned victorious, with our land once again saved from total disaster, possibly a threat that would have extended to all of Toril. And we did so with a magnificient dragon hoard, of which I had the honour and privilege to keep a Lathanderite blesed quiver filled with Arrows of Searing Light.

    Speaking of the dragon, Furlinastis. It fled after what I believe was a fierce battle again the Shadovar's elite forces. It was a formidable foe the couple of opportunities that we did chose to engage it briefly, I'm not sure we were prepared to defeat it, though most of us held back our resources, knowing that it'd just fly away when wounded.

    It's rather ironic, however, that one of the things we had been most wary of is that the Shadovar would likely wait for us to to get rid of the dragon, to strke at our hindered forces and steal the artifact. But it just happened the other way around, it was us that took advantage of the Shadovar's work and then snatched the artifact from their cold, dead fingers. I call that Poetic Justice.

    I personally returned all of the fallen, it's the least I could do. I feel honoured to be part of a land that will fight against all odds for their freedom, and the wellbeing of those who can't defend themselves. It touches my heart, gently but surely, to know that we will not be taken alive, and that our children will be born free. I mean [there is an attempt to scribble something in here that just dies. The entry continues several lines below]

    Last night we finally went with Lorelai and Tindra's splitting. All went well, and both are alright. Tindra is now a pretty elf, and even though she has lost her shifting abilities, she still has a very cat-like figure and attitude. I am really happy for her. I kept for a while with Lorie after the splitting, she fell asleep quickly, not even the twins were up for much battle seeing how tired was mommy. That, and husband had the cuddling rights in a moment like that. I thought they'd need their own space and a very long rest after what had just happened, but first I wanted to make sure they were alright.

    Fadia was going to stay with me, but after a talk she left after Thorn I suppose, so here I am, back at the Den. With my beloved, loyal companion, Tawny. I could not ask for better company in moments like this. I can feel she understands me, and I can feel when she disagrees with me. She looks at me attentively when I speak to her, and I can read her face emotions just as clear as I can read a child's. She never complains when I am noisy, and never denies a cuddle when I am sad. It's unfair that sometimes I only come to her when I have no one else to be with, so I have to change that.

    I need to find a way to know if she is truly happy, or wishes something more for her own life. I'll learn it somehow, and give it to her. It is now time for us, Tawny and I.


  • ::untitled entry::

    It has been now quite a few months since I returned to Norwick to aid in its protection and guard the temple, and things are at apparent calm. And I say apparent, because I know a lot of things are going on in the shadows.

    Fadia worries a lot about it. She has reasons to worry, but I try to make her understand that victory only can be achieved from conviction. I know her very well, she's an adorable little elf that often sulks and dramatizes the situations, but she's much stronger than she thinks she is, and I know she has faith.

    She's been needing to get her head off things for a while, and I think I may have managed to spur her and Thorn to finally spend some intimate time together. I can't say I had planned it, but that does not really matter. I am really happy for them both. Even when I feel that clean feeling of healthy envy seeing a close friend, or two in this case, achieve what they have been looking for. When it's deserved and it's right, one can only be joyful.

    Both of them have visited the Fugue recently against their will, and their ties will help them strengthen each other. With love and support they'll fly even higher.

    I've recently met a few new people in my guard shifts at the temple. Corwin I had met before, he's a nice boy. He has a passion for magic scrolls and often comes to pay me a visit. I enjoy his company, those guard shifts can be tedious, and he's made a few of them less so. I get the feeling that if I had been of his age, he could have been more than a friend, but that's probably a thought I shouldn't dwell on. I'll take and enjoy his friendship for as long as he offers it.

    Just a couple of days ago he came with Yana to the temple. I believe they both grew under Maya's tutoring, and they're much like brothers, even though they do not share blood. My old barbarian friend may have left the land, but her legacy is strong. Her daughter is noble, strong and trustworthy, and does me honor offering me her aid, even when she lives in the city up north. These are dire times, so I believe I'll take that aid, for as long as she feels she wants to offer it.

    Finally saw Lorie again, too. She had time to walk to the temple and pay me a visit. I really can't blame her, and I don't. Two kids growing fast, with the added difficulty of shifting into felines that just makes keeping them controlled even more difficult. A little kid you can just put in a craddle with a low fence, but a kitty? You can't contain that, and I bet she often feels like she could use a few additional sets of eyes and arms.

    I wish I could be the auntie for them, and bring them a gift now and then, and get some hugs. I'm missing much by being stuck here at the temple, but at least it is with the knowledge that I'm doing what needs to be done. Lorie knows too, and understands it. She still looks so pretty, even after the kids. She's one of those things you don't want to change with the passing of time, and she's doing a good job at it. She's got to keep being my lovely twin!

    And that leads me to write about the less fun side of it. It appears the only way to split her and Tindra would be risking that one of them reincarnates in a random intelligent creature. And the problem there is that a goblin or a… a drow, count as intelligent. I do not know of such reincarnation rituals, but there must be a way to limit the possible outcomes. Else.. I don't know, and that's my stubborn self writing instead of me again, but I don't want either of them to become a despicable creature.

    It appears they'll need my aid and they will have it, inconditionally. But I can't bear the idea of aiding a ritual so that one of them becomes a goblin. It is not fair, after all they have suffered, I'd rather part to Lathander and give them my own body to use. There must be a solution, a way to help it.

    I'll try to not think too much about it for now because I know myself and how I like to overthink problems, specially when they're about people I hold dear. Lorie stayed over to sleep tonight, as Jerrick is taking care of the kids. She's there as I write this, on the bed, looking all adorable as she sleeps. It's been such a long time since we got to be sisters together, but that's what becoming a mommy means. Total and utter dedication to the cute little brats. She's doing a great job, makes me real proud.

    I need to head out to welcome the dawn now, and I'll keep her in my prayers, so that Lathander may see that her splitting will give an optimal outcome. Then I think I'll spoil her with some homemade breakfast at the bed before she has to return home.

    Lathander shine our paths.


  • ::Untitled entry::

    Seems I've settled again in Narfell, and recently I've found a couple of worthy causes to aid. Like the couple of Peltarch defenders we saved from being sacrificed by demon-worshipping lizardmen in their feast day.

    I've seen again most of the people I missed, and they are all well. I got a few slaps over the head for leaving without saying a thing, but that was to be expected.

    I think the trip to Waterdeep changed some things, possibly in myself and the way I perceive things. Even though I hate how I hurt those that love me, I believe it was a necessary step. I no longer worry about certain things, and feel myself evaluating with a much better judgement certain other things that used to worry me overly.

    However, with me back, it would seem that all the undead I had been told about went back hiding in their dark holes.

    The Shadovar, where are they? I'm yet to see any of them, or their shades. I've been searching through the Rawlins, in places where I've been told they were searching for something and overwhelmed by shadows that no light can penetrate. I found nothing.

    Only noisy bugbears, hobgoblins and goblins, as usual. And speaking of goblins, haven't seen any trace of that goblin necromancer I've been told about, either. Not a single zombie or skelleton to be found. Not a slight trace of undead activity.

    Not even the couple of lichs that are supposed to be around, one of which had been appearing in public. And now has gone into hiding as well.

    Lidérc, Danag Styx, Quintin and his master "A". Lillia. Where are they all? Do they think they can hide forever?

    Sooner or later, they will show their faces, because even coward as they are, their arrogance will betray them. And I will be there.

    Meanwhile, there are always enough demons in Jiyyd to keep me fit and ready. Much better than target dummies. Those require wood and time to fabricate, they don't move naturally and they certainly don't fight back. It's a matter of looking on the bright side.


  • Recall

    After reaching Waterdeep, a mere few steps from the Spires of the Morning, I received a message, someone attempted to contact me through a Sending spell.

    To my surprise, it was Val. She… she asked me where's her Sunny, that I was being so missed. That she needed to talk with me, in person. That it was very important, so I decided to wait for her before being assigned some mission and having to leave the City of Splendors.

    She arrived in only a few days, as she has learned a new spell, Shadow Walk, which allows her to travel at great speeds. Once I saw her arrive, looking radiant and beautiful as she smiled, I went to meet her in a tight, fond hug.

    I knew that meeting could only end in one possible way, and it's the reason for I had left Narfell without saying a word. I am unable to say no to those I love. And even though Val was kind and understanding beyond words, here I am now, writing this entry again from my chamber at the Phoenixfeather state, in Suzail. My songstress friend can cast her new spell on me as well, so the trip back is being ten times faster.

    I couldn't have have denied my return, anyway… it appears that all the undead things of Narfell had patiently awaited for my leave to surface. My dear bard friend told me that there are Shadovars in Narfell wanting to force everyone into submission to their demands, that there is some necromancer scourging the forests, and even a lich has showed up and seems to be openly recruiting for an army of dead.

    I've said many times throughout this journal. I do not believe in coincidences. And I can't deny aid to my friends. Shadovar, necromancers, a lich... it all sounds like worthy campaigns for a Dawnbringer. I know that there were other reasons for I left but... being honest with myself, every step I took away from those I love hurt me.

    Val rests now in one of the guest dormrooms, and I can't sleep thinking that in a couple of days I'll get to see again those I love dearly. Though I am somewhat afraid of meeting Lorie… I hope she's been alright. What I did was unforgivable. I can't wait for the dawn so we can keep travelling back to Narfell...


  • Excerpts and notes from Rith's journey…

    […]and so I decided to continue the trip by foot instead of renting a ship passage to Teziir or Pros. Several reasons, but the most important is, I guess, that I'm in no hurry, and I prefer the reflexion that solitude will offer me as I travel. Besides, if I have to make this journey, I might as well do some sight seeing along the way[…]

    […]with Tilverton behind me, I went into the Stonelands, a rocky and abrupt place of legend. Legends that tell that they were created many centuries ago, when the Netherese realms of Asram and Anauria attacked a magical realm that existed above the clouds in this region to escape the encroachment of the ever-expanding desert of Anauroch. The castles built above the clouds crashed down to the earth from the sky, and the Stonelands are the result of it.

    I would have liked to see those flying castles, and even cities of past legends. Though I somehow don't feel the same about many other things related to Netheril itself[…]

    […]but I avoided travelling through the Well of Dragons, as Hammond told me that Arsekaslyx still lives and often is on the lookout for something diferent to terrorize than the usual orcs and goblins that live in the area[…]

    […]so I decided to continue my journey through the Skull Gorge. Not only because it is a kind of peculiar sight, but also because this place has always been a nest for evil outsiders, ever since the times of the Battle of Bones, when orc and hobgoblin chieftains made of this Gorge their stronghold to hold the assault of the human forces that tried to eradicate them once and for all. Although the humans won and wiped most of the greenskins from the Gorge, numerous gates to both Abyss and Hell were left open in the cavernous systems behind its walls. In the end, when I thought I was going to go through uneventfully, a hezrou decided to humour me. I didn't even attempt to turn it, it had been whole tendays since I fought anything worthy. I charged, head on, cold iron blade in hand as the demon roared at me[…]

    […]and across Trielta Hills, bordering the Forest of Wyrms I finally managed to reach Soubar. Quite welcoming, the naturality and peace in which the gnomes and hins of the hills live, almost as if the rest of the world didn't have anything to do with them[…]

    […]the journey has been easier as I could follow the main trade routes. Covered the long distance to Daggerford in only two days. I was picked by a travelling family of merchants in their cart as they were off to their hometown, the hamlet of Elmbrook. I enjoy the generosity and the love that people show only because I wear an armor and holy symbols of Lathander, but it's also the reason for I avoided travelling through main routes this far. I prefered to have quiet time of solitude for thought after leaving all my friends[…]

    […]Incredible. Who would guess that I'd find people from Narfell in here… Benji and Talyna, nonetheless! It appears this is their destination of choice for their honeymoon. They both seemed happy to see me and I sure was happy to see them too. Benji kept asking what I was doing there, I told him I was in a mission for Lathander's church as Narfell's probelms seemed over. I think he believed me, even though I wasn't believing myself.

    Talyna was cheerful and friendly as ever, and she took me on a tour around the hamlet. I have to say, the place is adorable. Farmsteads and a small forest nearby are the main sustenance sources. One highlight of the village is the Willendt estate, which the hin explained it was the residence of Kara Willendt's family, until she donated it to the current magistrate in exchange of making a portion of the house into a library and historical museum. Then she showed me the smithy where her dad, Ferrus, still works. It's quite a sight to see the hin ordering around his human apprentices. Though he seems old, he keeps in very good shape, no doubt work at the forge does that for him. He comes across very polite, and likes his shop kept orderly which makes him seem very serious, and by the quality of the arms and armors displayed, I can tell he's also very talented.

    I was invited over for dinner with them, and Ferrus was quite more jovial and open. He told some of his adventures of old, and hearing him I can see where did Talyna inherited her adventurous background and friendly personality from. I enjoyed the dinner quite a lot, we had a few good laughs, and even though I was the odd one out at the dinner table, they made me feel like just one more of them, almost as if my height was[…]

    […]half happy, half nostalgic, I parted with them to try and reach Waterdeep before dusk. Looking back from the road, Elmbrook reminded me a lot of Jiyyd. Again makes me feel guilty for leaving that unfinished business.

    Again makes me feel guilty for leaving my dear Lorie without saying a thing. I am horrible. And Val, when she probably needed me, with that "shadowman" stalking her. Thorn, who was doing so much to help me with my problem… I'd give anything to just be able to hug you one more time.

    But I must keep walking. It's for the Greater Good. Lathander give me strength to overcome these ordeals[…]


  • Home, Sweet Home…?

    And I am back to Suzail. The trip was long and tedious, as usual, but I do prefer this over hiring teleporting services. I did have to fight some goblins, bugbears, gnolls and even a bandit ambush, but I keep hearing stories of people being teleported to unwelcoming planes. Or about others who do get teleported to the place they were hoping. Only a hundred feet above ground.

    I have to admit, I get a feeling of nostalgy as I tread across the city. The characteristic sea breeze at the docks, with that mixed scent of salty waters and the fried sausages at the vending posts. The Shaliber's is still there, like an untouched landmark, ignorant of the world around.

    It was great to walk up the splendorous Promenade, rich and busy as ever, with artists and jugglers, bards and minstrels entertaining the vichyssoise of diferent characters and personalities that mix in beautiful dissonance, and perfect harmony.

    I couldn't avoid entering the Laughing Lass and having a drink, feeling yet another sting of nostalgy as I observe greenhorn sailors, hireswords and adventurers looking for their first fresh coin to make.

    As I paced towards my family's residence, I could see once more the King's Castle, no doubt the most majestic architectonic work on the face of Toril, guarded and patrolled by the loyal Purple Dragon Knights, ever honourful and dutiful.

    The Phoenixfeather state is still standing in a very good shape. I handed over the family's business and its administration to the old majordomo, Hammond, around forty years ago, when uncle Shawn finally passed away. In exchange I only asked him to keep my family's state fresh and running, and he did a great job so far. Though now it's Hammond's offspring, Lenny, who cares about most things as his old man is slowly withering, in a cycle of life that forgives nobody. Or almost.

    They were all happy to see me back, including the service of which I don't know much at the moment. I believe they have let themselves be fooled by the high tales that Hammond tells about me. That old madman, I love him like my own father, but he does give me too much credit.

    We had an exquisite banquet for dinner. They wouldn't allow me to help with the cooking because they know I am nobleblood, but I suspect it was also in part because they were afraid I'd mess up with the recipes. As revenge, I had them sitting with me at the table, as equals, to share the delights they had prepared.

    The commodity of my chamber is such a luxury as well. One of the maids insisted on combing and dressing my hair and kept praising how beautiful it is. I really dislike flattery, and moreso being treated like I am incapable of doing things by myself, but the maid is doing what she was taught. If I intended to stay longer, I'd correct her, but tonight I'll just relax and try to enjoy. I sit on this soft, huge bed as I finish this journal entry and I know I'll sleep nice and long like a good kitty.

    Kitty… I hope you and your little kittens are also having a wonderful sleep tonight. I'll pray for it to both Lathander and Selûne. And also for all the others. I hope you are not missing me as much as I do miss you.

    Tomorrow I'll depart to Waterdeep to meet the leader of the church of Lathander, High Radiance Ghentilara, in the Spires of the Morning. It's another long trip, I hope it's as relatively uneventful as the last.


  • On the Road, Again

    The day has come that I needed to make a decission. This was possibly the hardest in my life, but I believe it's also the correct one.

    The great evils that threatened the land have been vanquished, and Narfell now exists in relative peace, save the odd goblin attack that is thwarted faster than it started.

    I am not a person to just lay back and let the days pass. Firstly, because I have duties that I'm not fullfilling by just sitting and discussing the weather. While others are content with playing politics, that is no life for me. I was baptismed by Lathander in a battlefield, and I will die in one, fighting and bleeding alongside any warrior, be it noble or peasant, bold enough to stand up against evil.

    Secondly, because there are things that grow inside me when I settle down somewhere, needs which I can not satisfy, and I end up just hurting myself, and those around me.

    I feel horrible for not telling my friends, but I know they wouldn't have understood, that they would have wanted me to stay no matter what. Truth is, I am Lathander's, and I'll always be. My heart, it stings, but so does that of the thousands of innocents all over Toril that are having their families killed and their villages burned. I can not willingly just lay back and enjoy times of peace as long as there is someone in the world needing a Dawnbringer.

    I hit the road again hoping that I left a good memory on those that mattered. Part of me wants that something big enough would happen again in Narfell to excuse my returning. Another part of me tells me that it's better this way, that I will no longer get in the way of things, and I will save myself some suffering.

    I leave mostly with no regrets, as I fullfilled most of the goals I had set myself for. Lorie, who will forever remain my sister regardless of time and distance, was restored, and had children. I was hinted a couple of times to stay away from the process to separate her from Tindra, so my leave will make that certain.

    Fadia will no longer have to worry about the time I spend with Thorn. She will not need to ask me again not to get close with him, or ask him for help with my problems. I hope in the end they work out together, and are happy.

    Lune, I trained and taught most of what I know. Now she is very capable by herself, and she does not need me. She is sensible and wise, and definitely an asset for the future of the land. I hope she'll find that blessed unicorn that she dreams of. She truly deserves it.

    Benji, I performed his wedding as I promised. I think it was a beautiful, successfull event. I am sure he will be happy next to Talyna for the rest of his days.

    The rest of my friends, I will miss them, each one of them. I have countless memories, but they are all joyous ones. I hope Val will forgive me for not continuing the project we had. Thinking of it, I'll try to find a way to send her the gold to finish it on her own, if she'll go ahead with it and needs it.

    I only regret I didn't get to help in restoring Jiyyd. Lathander knows I tried, but the situation has been stale for far too long, and I did not perceive a single, smallest sign of change or progress. I suppose that annihilating hundreds of demons wasn't enough to even draw their attention, or put a dent in them. End of the day, that's a few hundred demons less to care about. Those demons aren't an immediate threat, and the land is in capable hands.

    Who knows. The Wheel spins endlessly. I might just end up in Narfell once again, in the future.

    So long, my friends.


  • A Blessing and a Curse

    I have to say, lately all seems good news for everyone. Friends finding love, getting pregnant, getting married, having children… such is the Joy of life, and their Joy is my Joy. I can't but thank the gods for their generosity with those around me.

    Our circle of friends has grown a bit, after we met Alenah, or Windy, as we have renamed her. She's fun and a tease, and she has innate talent as an archer. She'll fit perfectly with the rest of us, and she's already doing so.

    I had not remembered such times of peace and stillness in this land. It seems like a blessing.

    Which makes me think about myself and my own peace and stillness, my own blessing. I recently could finally speak with Thorn's friend, Therean, who is an elven priest of Aerdrie Faenya, the Queen of the Avariel, a kind of elven sister-god to Akadi.

    That I knew. What I did not know so well is that this goddess also has domain on Fertility. He had been researching a way to help me with my "curse", my inability to have children. When praying for me, he always received the same vision.

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    A seed grows into a bud
    The bud blossoms into a flower
    The flower creates seeds, then withers and dies

    After we met, Therean examined my abdomen, touched me gently, as if feeling inside me, past my flesh, and what he found was such a revelation that still now I'm trying to fully realize.

    I am… "frozen", he said. After what happened to me with the drow, after ten years praying to a Dawn I couldn't see, my devotion to Lathander granted me His gift. I was fully restored, and I was stilled in time, I stopped to age, both in body and spirit.

    That much I knew, but now it appeared that my inability to have children is not a drow curse, but a consequence of this blessing. Everything in me is stilled, and same as I can not wither and die, I can not create new seeds. It makes sense... Lathander did restore me fully, including the damage the drow did to my womb. Why would I be restored only partially? Why would a drow curse of a goddess that holds no power in the surface remain?

    It was when I was telling this to Therean that he looked at me with shock in his eyes, and asked: "Are you immortal?"

    That question, so simple, so straight… yet so terrible. I know I wasn't aging ever since the moment Lathander chose me as His champion. I always understood it as making me an embodiment of the youthful energy that He asks us to spread through the world. And I still think so. But remaining always youthful and being immortal are two diferent things. It was then, at the priest's question, that I began to think back...

    The Lost City, around seventy years ago, the Order of the Shining Phoenix in all its splendor got caught in an ambush. We were outnumbered and outmatched... I remember a Remnant Knight driving his sword through my chest and twisting it. I fell mortally wounded, I felt my spirit drifting away... and then I opened my eyes again, I looked at my chest. The hole in my armor was there, but my flesh was whole. I remember a genuine look of shock in the Remnant Knight's hollow eyes as I finished its existence with Searing Light.

    Anauroch, Mines of Tethtamar, around thirty years ago. Hunting after a lich that had been causing havoc amongst the nomad tribes, creating an undead army out of them, when I finally found it he caught me off-guard with powerful stunning spell, and touched my forehead to draw my spirit from me. My eyes closed, my heart stilled... and then began to beat again, the stunning effect passed as I grabbed back at the lich's neck and destroyed it channeling possitive energies.

    Jiyyd, near the Temple of Helm, seven years ago. An entity called "Dad" had captured Thorn. After scrying his location, a group of us went to rescue him. This "Dad" resulted to be a powerful balor. I was still partially blinded as a side effect of the scrying when we engaged it in combat. All I could see were blurs, how at some point it went after Ronan, and began to tear through his protections. The sorcerer was outmatched and about to receive a mortal blow, when I managed to draw the balor's attention with a taunt and Searing Light. The creature bolted next to me and drove its gigantic sword through my adomen, impalling me as I fell helplessly. Once again, I felt my spirit drifting away, and then, gently picked up as after a moment of shock I rose again to see the balor fall. My armor, torn and wasted, a seven-inch hole both in the front and the back of it. My flesh, intact.

    Rawlinswoods, near the South Gates, two years ago. An army of powerful undead attacked the gates. At the end of the attack, a Dracolich descended upon us. I stood in front of it in an attempt of delaying its assault and give others time to retreat. The creature picked me up, snapped my spine and discarded me like a broken toy. The same feeling returned… and again, after a few moments of shock, I opened my eyes, the Dracolich was gone, as people were saying it was possibly an illusion. I can tell that what I felt wasn't illusory, however.

    I've lived many other near-death situations, countless in fact. Those I mention are ones where I really felt it all turning dark. And the real fact is, I have not died ever since the day Lathander gently touched me, despite everything. This puts a tremendous shock in me, and leaves me speechless.

    My first reaction is... why me? I am a mere priestess, a flawed human. I am far from virtuous or exemplar. I have sought my own wishes and selfish goals, like finding love, or having a child, sometimes forgetting I have greater duties. I have said and done improper things for someone of my station countless times.

    I know that I want to believe that I live only to bring good to the land, to spread Joy with my youthful spirit, and to spread Love with the warmth of my heart. And also to bring retribution to those that threaten that Joy and Love. And I know I want to keep doing so.

    I am at a loss of words, I feel overwhelmed. All I can think about right now is that the day that Lathander feels I have fullfilled my role, I am sure that He will send me a signal, and I will willingly and gladly accept His commandments, as I have ever done. Perhaps it will be the day that I finally fall, and then I'll let myself in His embrace, to keep serving Him in afterlife.

    But the realization that I'm not cursed... that I can not have a child as consequence of the gift I received, is shocking. Much like the realization that there's a possibility that I have been kept from dying with supernatural means.

    One thing I do know for sure. I will not change. I must keep being myself, and seek to bring Lathander's Light wherever it's needed, in my unending pursue for the Greater Good.


  • The next page has no words on it. Only a peculiar hand-drawn figure.


  • //Small notice: There is some semi-dark narrative in this post. Nothing too crude, but read at your own discretion //

    ~Interlude: The Drow's Trophy~

    _The Dawnbringer twitched a bit, and finally opened her eyes. It was very dark, so the first thought that came to her mind is that she had not slept much and it was still night time.

    Something that she found strange, however, is that none of her friends were around. She remembered having gone to sleep around them. As she gained more conscience, she also noticed that she wasn't at Jerrick's home. It seemed more like a dark, natural cavern. Could it be that she was taken to the 'Fuzzy Den' while sleeping, for her own comfort?

    The place seemed reasonably similar, and she was still dazed from waking up recently and in such a way that her body felt rather crushed. Rith rubbed her eyes and blinked a few times. With great effort, she managed to stand on her feet. One thing she could recognize, she was sleeping in one of the makeshift bedrolls that Lorie kept around the Den, rather uncomfortable and more fit for beasts than humans.

    Her eyes couldn't tell her much yet in the utter darkness, but she did spot a candle-light at the bottom of the room, so she headed that way. Her legs felt heavy, as if every step cost her a tremendous effort to take. Her feet dragged across the cavernous floor as she fell into the ground. Slowly, she got up on her feet again, and continued to walk towards the dim candle light. Her knees bent again, and she fell to the ground again.

    She rubbed her head confused, she surely had had a rough time the day before, fighting the hordes of goblins and hobgoblins that attacked Norwick. Every of her bones was hurting, and only now that she was regaining full awareness she started noticing how much pain was shooting through her body.

    She looked at herself. The first thing to notice is that she was wearing a weird purple suit. Very revealing and insinuating one. In the proper alley or establishment in Peltarch's docks, she would surely be regarded as a 'professional of personal entertainment'.

    It was then when she noticed that her knees were broken and bent backwards. Her eyes opened wide as she looked back. She had not walked three yards away from the rug where she was sleeping. She wondered how could she even stand with her knees in that state, and with tremendous pain she murmured a prayer to Lathander, to regenerate them to their natural shape.

    No response. She wasn't sure what was the problem, because she couldn't feel any anti-magic around her, but neither she felt rejection from Lathander. It was just as if… she couldn't be heard.

    Panic started filling her honey eyes, as she saw a shadow getting in the way of the dim light at the bottom of the cavern room. Slow steps approached. Elegant, majestic, a slender figure approached. The Lathanderite could not see her features or her face, but it was definitely a female. An elf, with a very beautiful shape.

    Once the female silhouette was but a few inches from Rith, snapped her fingers creating a magical light, and it was then that the Lathanderite could see her face, with horror. It was her, the Drow High Priestess that once held her as slave and claimed ownership over her, red eyes piercing her.

    Rith tried to back off terrorized, but her legs would not be of any help. She just managed to kick aimlessly, in futile effort while the drow priestess snickered.

    • My, my, you made a few yards away… I am awed by your willforce, my little pet. You make me very proud.

    Rith wanted to cry, but she found no tears coming off her eyes, that now began to itch and hurt. Almost seemed as if all her tears had already been spent, and her honey eyes could take it no more.

    • Come now, dear. You hurt me with your reaction. You know I'm benevolent with you. I have only the best cares for you.

    The drow priestess snapped two fingers as two male drow wearing a dark robe stepped forth from the darkness, standing at the priestess' sides. The female drow then leaned forth, holding Rith's cheek firmly, her nails sharp as daggers slightly sinking into the Lathanderite's skin.

    • Only the best of the best, for my cute, little trophy.

    Saying that, the depraved creature kissed Rith's lips forcefully and after giving her a malicious grin, she stood and turned around to leave the room as the two male drow were just done getting rid of their robes, standing completely naked. They both stepped towards Rith. One of them held her arms, the other tore Rith's slave clothing off.

    Rith tried to scream. Her throat was sore too, her vocal strings dry and damaged. She pressed her eyes shut as she heard no sound coming from her mouth…

    And then she did. Her eyes opening again.

    • No! Leave me please!

    She was out of herself, panicking, as the environment had changed. She found herself in Lorie's arms. Her sister was hugging her tightly and whispering soothing words as she could also see Thorn sharing the hug, and squeezing her shoulder gently. Fadia was behind them, looking very worried. Lune and Jerrick were also closeby, getting some well needed sleep for themselves.

    Rith broke into tears, crying a continual stream down her cheeks as she held tightly onto her sister. She tried to say something, but she couldn't articulate any understandable word.

    Eventually, the combined efforts and cares of the people she loved managed to bring apparent tranquility to her. Rith just sat quietly the rest of the night, not letting go off her friends for a single second, holding onto them like her life pended on it._


  • It is done.

    The allied forces of good have once again proven that together, not even the whim of a vile god will bend our knee.

    I know many people were scared and doubtful. And I understand them, personally. But I also knew that we would triumph.

    The night before, however, I felt the need to go and meet Lorie. I guess I also had a kind of "just incase" feeling that pushed me to do so. She regretted that she couldn't be there, and so do I. However, she gave me her statue, so that I could still have her close. I accepted her offer delighted, with the promise of giving it back shortly.

    We had the meeting at the Spellweaver, where the strategy was designed. We had found thanks to Gherman, that upon lifting the wards in the portal we'd also allow passage to creatures of the Abyss directly into Peltarch, so it was decided that some would hold that tunnel while the rest engaged the main offensive.

    Once we arrived to the Regal Maid, we stepped through the portal and proceeded with our mission. I joined the group that was to remove the anchors and assault Wartime Peltarch's prison, together with a dozen of other brave souls.

    Upon teleporting to the place, we were at the docks, and we were received by hosts of undead eastlanders. The fights were fierce, but we broke through with relative ease. When we arrived to the commercial disctrict, a new enemy awaited. This time it was N'jast elite forces, including heavy cavalry.

    Once again we made it through, taking wounds, but nothing unaffordable. Crossing through the civic district, we reached the location of the first anchor, the Temple of Tyr. Our descent was pacific, just as it had been in a previous excursion, but this time a Glabrezu awaited at the bottom.

    Vain was its presence as the outworldly beast could not withsstand the holy commandments of Lathander, and fled from the Light while it was mercilessly destroyed by our warriors. The mages dealt with the anchor rather uneventfully, other than a certain energy burst that dealt some minor damage to those that were too close.

    When we returned to the upper level we were received by the same we had witnessed before, as well. All of the temple's staff were corrupted versions of themselves, demonic creatures that attacked us on sight. This time we had the numbers on our side, so we dealt with them quickly and efficiently before heading out.

    What awaited outside, however, was diferent. About half dozen of vroks and succubi awaited, commanded by a Glabrezu and backed by a Bebilith. To deal with them, we had to split our forces. A few charged forth towards the Bebilith, while some others picked on the smaller foes, to limit the amount of damage they could deal to our forces. I picked on the Glabrezu myself, forcing it to flee down a back alley. When I returned to the main body of the fray, I saw the demonic spider eating someone's limbs. All of us jumped on the creature at the same time to stop it and delivered death to it. Unfortunately, it was just too late for its victim, the lycanthrope Aelthas.

    While some tried to still reanimate him, some of us headed back down the alley where the Glabrezu had fled to also remove it from existence. That moment, tough as it was, we knew we needed to press forward if we wanted our allies that were holding the tunnel to have any chances for survival. So that's what we did, and found the second anchor where we suspected it'd be - Greywing's state.

    This time what awaited with the anchor wasn't so easy to defeat. Another of the ancient demons of pure hatred, an Obyrith, held the room. With the help of several large elemental creatures, and good flanking tactics, we managed to put it down easier than it could have been be predicted. The anchor also went down thanks to our mages, and so we gained free passage into the prison.

    Or so we thought. In front of it there was the biggest construct I've seen in my entire life. It was tall as a great wyrm, and its heavy plating nearly impossible to damage. Our mages exhausted pretty much all their resources and those with melee expertises, ended up sore in the arms. Fortunately, the construct was also slow so much of its offensive power could be sustained by just moving around and switching the person that got its attention before the damage was too severe.

    The prison itself was a place that nobody had ever seen before. It was crawling with winged demons and vroks, too, which at that point were regarded as minor nuisances. In the end, we reached a room with several mirrors and some magical device. At that point, we were all turned into stone. The crude truth was revealed to us as Justy and Dunderstone stepped in the room, talking about finalizing their plans. We were shown several revealing images -

    // credit for the quoted fragment goes to Eluriel/Fraoch //

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    Visions of the Recent Past
    Justy cried out to Beshaba, her lifelong patron, asking that she observe the steps taken by her follower. The mirrors glowed and visions came to life on their surfaces.

    Homeless
    Eight deaths of the homeless, two from each element. The disappearances which were investigated without a solution found.

    Princes
    Entering the Regal Maid - Dunderstone, Cassadra, Bleys, and Odrim – forcibly restrained and possessed.

    Exemplars
    Falling to misfortune.

    ~Otto~
    Air, Good, Law.
    Tricked by Justy into recovering a holy sword, pushed to his death on it by she and Odrim.

    ~Wavebreaker~
    Water, Good, Chaos.
    Tricked to follow a treasure map to a reef of monsters.

    ~Duergar~
    Earth, Evil, Law.
    Seen receiving information with regard to the (fake) Devil’s Eye, killed in a cave in as he recovers it, then both taken to the Sails warehouse by Justy.
    a treasure map to a reef of monsters who kill him

    ~Peltarch Guard~
    Fire, Evil, Chaos.
    Seen learning about the brewery being unattended, getting the keys, and entering to kill those within. Bleys firing them all. One assumes the Guard Cyricist.

    At this point, Justy prepared to shatter us, but it is then that Aramuil used the device that Cogg had delivered to him. Truth be told, he didn't say the words that he was told to say… but Kara arrived a minute later to ammend that.

    "For every action, and equal and opposite" said the bold paladin of Kelemvor as she charged the evil priestess and delivered death to her as she could barely defend herself in the shock.

    The events followed one another, as now, Just'ene stepped into the room. Both she and the Kelemvorite raised their swords, and we were released from our stone prisons.

    Once again, I couldn't but feel delighted to see Kara as I always remembered her. The one I could never say goodbye to. Something that was somehow fixed, as she offered such goodbye on behalf the version of her in our own world. I couldn't help but reaching for her in a quick hug and wish her the best. Probably not the moment or under the conditions I had wished to do that, but it was better than nothing.

    There was still one last challenge ahead of us. We had to stop Dunderstone before he decimated Peltarch into an earthquake. He was awaiting in next room, and as soon as he spotted us he summoned a swarm of greater earth elementals and began to attack with a wide selection of earth spells.

    He was very tough, and his elemental helpers made the fight even harder. I thought some of us were falling at some points. I thought I would fall too, when I was held in a block of stone and one of the greater elementals began to pound on me.

    Fortunately, we all managed to keep ourselves alive more or less until Dunderstone's spells were exhausted and his elementals defeated. At that point, the fight went downhill for us, and eventually Dunderstone was overwhlemed and felled.

    We took the Calculable from his body, which appeared to be the reward from winning the contest. Took also Just'ene's remains with us, and fled that bedamned plane.

    I believe that pretty much sums up the events which put an end to those who sought Peltarch's destruciton. In the end we returned, raised the Helmite paladin, and decided to give the Calculable to Daisy for custody, until we can find a way to destroy it.

    Now I think I'll be repeating 'Tindra Statue: Terrorize!" until I see Lorie again. And then, there's much more work to do. Some mysteries remain, and other threats need to take more direct action.

    Tomorrow the Sun will rise again.


  • It has begun.

    Due to my profession, I have been through this situation countless times, and the patterns always repeat themselves. As soon as the threat is revealed to the crowds, chaos reigns. Heh, and now I'm sounding like Cogg.

    It is curious, because people, as individuals, are brave and defiant. A single woman will defend her children with nails and teeth if needs be. But as a mass, people are a scared, dangerous animal.

    It's never easy to deal with these situations. There's little you can tell to those that won't listen and will allow the avalanche of panic dominate their minds. We can't blame them for it, either. They just fear for their lives, and those they love.

    Going back to the beginning of the tenday, I had shared some time with Fadia and Thorn, but I was having the constant feeling that I was robbing them of some precious moments of peace that they should spend with each other. They kept asking me to stay, and I know at heart that they meant it. I also know that when I turned around they used the chance to give each other cares that they refrain when I'm around, so I chose to leave afterall. They deserve each other, for all they've gone through, and it makes me joyful to see them happy together.

    I spent some time in Jiyyd, destroying demons in anticipation of what was to come. When all was clear, I wasn't quite satisfied, and I felt very edgy. I also didn't want to return and stumble on the couple of elves I had parted with, so I took the hard way back to Peltarch, through the troll swamps and lizardfolk cave systems. If nothing else, it kept my mind busy.

    When I arrived to Peltarch, the city was a tumult, the events which relate to the head of this entry. Despite everything, many of the notorious characters of the land gathered together and began to offer aid to those in need. Some took it to investigation, others to crowd control, and others to healing the wounded in the riots.

    I met Tindra there, I believe she just wanted to have a stroll through the city and she found herself at the heart of the riots. My protective instincts kicked in, as I asked her to consider returning to Norwick, for her child's safety. I hated to have to ask her that. I know that Lorelai would never allow me to be there, in the middle of all the trouble, without her. It hurts me that she can not be next to me, too. She is very capable, and she has proven many a time that she does not need my over-protection. In fact, last time we were in trouble, -she- protected me from the armatures. But there was a higher risk in the equation now. She is in her sixth month of pregnancy, and she got a lovely belly now. That is a higher priority.

    Meanwhile, the problems of the city had not wanned, but the contrary, kept increasing. Every front was important, but finding this portal Melanie spoke about to access the ritual and stop it was crucial. After several void attempts to lacate such through the sewers, the City Hall and the Gaols, Fadia, that had previous left us, returned saying that Sand had opened access to a cut off line of the sewers that could be reached from Justy's room in the Regal Maid.

    The final expedition to go down the sewers was formed by Sy'wyn, Eluriel, Lune, Fadia, Thorn, Lune, Belma'r, Val, Havon, Soliel, Cara and myself.

    I can not possibly express with words the determination and bravery of those in this group. First thing we found as we headed down was a couple of Hezrou and a Glabrezu. That is normally enough to strike fear into anyone's hearts. But not this group of brave souls that charged in, head on.

    These battles repeated themselves all through that section of the sewers. Behind every corner, in every wide room, a host of powerful demons and elemental creatures awaited our coming. There were some moments of chaos, but one after another, all the waves of evil creatures were overcome. Sadly, Lune was caught off-guard in one of the offensives. I was blinded myself, due to the massive amount of Blasphemy spells being cast. Next I saw was a Glabrezu grabbing her by her waist and breaking her against a sewer wall. That did infuriate me in such a way that my holy words of wrath caused the Glabrezu to flee in terror and assume its destruction helplessly, without daring to fight back.

    Sadly, there was no time for stalling, so we carried Lune's body along, until we reached a final, wide room. The evil that resided in it was beyond what I could have imagined. An ancient demon, made of pure malice and hate, awaited in it. Judging by its size and shape, I would say it was an Obyrith. Was that even possible? The deformed demonic aberration attempted to dominate our minds, filling them with horrors and temptations, while it breathed corrossive acids on those that stood to fight it. Its hide was hard as adamantine and its tentacle-like arms flailed wildly sweeping us left and right.

    Eventually, our combined forces brought it down after what seemed to be a whole hour of intense fight spanning diferent rooms and corridors of the sewer system.

    That could have been the end, but it certainly wasn't. We reached the portal that we had been looking for, but it was warded. Before we could do anything about it, Greywing showed up in her demonic form. She didn't have much to say, other than taunting us, claiming we had worked towards their goals, and in essence, trying to play with our feelings. We dismissed the being with the promise of bringing it to the divine retribution it deserves.

    Now we work against a short countdown. The wards on the portal are heavy, and complicated. We have yet to assess their nature, but we are putting a team together to deal with them, with the most expert individuals in planar matters.

    Hopefully, the combination of followers of the arcane, the divine and nature, will break through the seals in time to get through the portal, and thwart the plans of the enemies of Peltarch, and Toril itself. For now, Belma'r and his slaadi are custodying the place and studying the wards until assistance from our allies arrives.

    Myself, I returned to the Regal Maid to return Lune to us. I was very glad that her soul answered my call swiftly and her body was restored whole, almost flawlessly. I believe Lathander has graced me tonight, and I can't but feel honored and grateful.

    Before I take some rest, I'll be headed to the docks, and see if I can raise the spirits of the crowd and calm their fears. They must know we are not giving them up, and that no harm will come to them, so long we can do anything about it.


  • I had a hunch that something big was about to happen. I had told Ronan merely a few minutes earlier in the day. I believe he made a witty comment about it, saying that's anyone's guess. My hunch couldn't have materialized more immediately, though. I wish I had been wrong for once. We just walked to the temple and when we were talking Melanie appeared there, suddenly, looking beaten and with a bottle of brandy in her hand.

    She said she was challenged by someone and she fought them to the death. She beat them, and obtained the bottle of brandy as reward. Later I'd learn she has offered herself as champion for that announcement we've seen hanging about. Seems she was fighting for one of the elemental princes.

    The story did not end there, though. She said she was burned to death, and her blood used to complete some ritual. -The- ritual. Tymoran blood for Lady Doom. Bad news, everyone. Specially after we found Odrim in the sewers and confirmed the story. He told us that he was leaving because he had lost the contest, as did two other contestants. Only one was left. The winner.

    He couldn't tell who, by the rules of the contest. I believe it's Imix's representative. Earlier that day Melanie and I had been ambushed by fire elementals. At first I thought it could be related to me seeking the counsel of Zaaman-Rul. Later, I realized they were actually after Melanie, or her blood, to finish the ritual that they managed to finish later.

    We sought the last of the players to settle the account. We learned that Greywing had given the Regal Maid to Sand after taking Justy with her and saying "my job here is done". Suspicious attitude, I'd say. I think I was not really keeping up with the events anymore at that point though.

    I suppose now is when we prepare for some shodown. We're in a tight countdown, every second matters. We'll soon try to visit the sewers again and stop this ritual before it's finalized. But what about the alternate settings of Peltarch, where they supposed to matter? I don't know, but what I know is that I'm starting to feel in our own Peltarch now what I felt in the alternate ones when I was there. An overwhelming chaos in the air so strong that it almost weights on my shoulders. I don't even need to Detect Magic to feel it.

    I suppose I should file a report to the Order of the Divine Shield now. Or not. What is happening to my Order? Why did Eluriel leave Val behind in the barrows to her own fate, and never looked back? Why Mariston has taken on a crusade against some of our allies, blanketing and associating them with evil worshippers? Why does he think he can tell better than myself, the High Priestess of Lathander, who is allowed in a temple to Lathander? I don't understand, is it all because of the influence of Lady Doom upon Peltarch? Who can I trust at this time of truth, when Hell will break loose?

    That's too many questions, some of which I probably don't want to know the answer. In the end, I know who I can trust. Those same people that know that their Sunny will never leave their side. That she will keep shining her light for them, as long as her heart keeps beating. Be strong, my friends. Lean on me. I'll definitely lean on you.

    Lathander, grant me your Light. I shall wield it in my soul, and I shall deliver it with my heart.


  • Last few tendays have had ups and downs, there have been great news, good news, and bad news. It's usually like that, so I'll just make the most of the good news, and try to fix the bad ones.

    Speaking of great news, Jerrick asked marriage to Lorelai. It's weird, because I had always assumed they were already married. It's awesome, however, because if they were already married I would have missed it. This way I'll be there for sure! Maybe as priest? That's up to them. I know I'd love to.

    Speaking of my sister, I gave her the painting. She loved it, and I'm glad for it. I am far from good, but the result came out pretty nicely I think. She said she'll treasure it, and it makes me really happy to hear that. She's been very supportive lately, as she's clever to know that her own pregnancy, even if it makes me happy, reminds me of horrible things. Not only that I cannot have children myself, but also of the way that came to be.

    I've been leaning on her a lot lately, and she's been always there. In one of those moments of vulnerability, she treated me really nicely and soothed me, got me all mushy and such. I ended up giving her the other present I had for her, or rather, for her child. The music box that Val made in exchange of my Astral Blade. I believe she liked it a lot too… I'm just angry with myself because I really think I should have waited longer, and have both her and Jerrick together at the moment I gave it.

    Right after I gave her the music box, she took Benji aside to speak with him in whispers. I believe they are brewing up something…

    On other news and persons, I've become closer with Thorn. I believe he thinks he has treated me unfairly, but I don't think that's the case. I get that a lot lately, though. People seem surprised when they care to look beyond my armor, and actually find a woman. I can't blame them, I suppose. Being a priestess of certain position and alignment always invites others to place me into stereotypes.

    The ranger and I had quite a personal talk, spoke of things that haunt us, things from the past, and also from the present. He said he'd like to help me with my problem. I believe him, but I just don't know if it's possible at all. But I think I'll try anything at this point.

    Another person I've become closer with is Val. We're lately spending a lot of time out together, getting the two of us into dangerous places that a full war party wouldn't dare to tread. One day we wiped the whole bugbear mines and duergar forges. A few days after, all the cold cave systems, bringing down every ogre along the way. Just a couple of days ago, we swiped through Mintas Forest and all teh way into Mintas Rhelgor, dealing with a few dozens of demons and devils besides the dire animals that usually inhabit the area.

    In this last trip we were meant to mine some iron ore for the armor she's making for Lune, and brought 'Squeak' along to get some hides, she's a tanner. Ended up getting into more trouble than we had bargained for. Still, nothing we couldn't handle. And we brought the iron and the hides back home. And then, the armor was made successfully, and masterfully.

    Lune is wearing it now. It's a wonderful armor. She and I have spent some time together too. I've been instructing her in priestly ways, as well as battle tactics and combat. I like to show her what I know, she reminds me a lot of myself when I was much younger. And like me, she'll go out of her way, and break a law or two, if that's what requires bringing good to the world. I'm glad to have made a friend of her. She'll be an asset to the land sooner than later.

    There is also Ras. He's had it rough recently. Very rough. As usual, some dark powers took advantage of one's weakness, and he has been a victim. I heard him out, and I'll help him out. He is a good man, and does not deserve that suffering. Nobody does.

    Troff also wanted to have a word with me. After I gave him some advice to get on with his life and try to put his depression about Adriell behind himself, he understood we were friends. It's not like we aren't, I like to think he's at least someone that can approach me openly, but I have so little time in my hands for all my people and my problems as it is… I just hope I didn't disappoint him.

    For the rest, the not-so-good news keep coming around. I contacted an Elemental Prince of Good about the latest information we had on those that wish to destroy Peltarch. Some revealing information was gained.

    More plane-travel and diferent attacks have been happening, it seems. Things seem to be speeding up and I feel like we're running out of time. Now we know who exactly is behind what is going on, and this maddening laugh still reverberates through my head. Regardless, I am ready to tackle whatever comes, head on. I know the people by my side are too. If we fall, it won't be crying in a corner hoping for mercy. We'll make our stand, and everyone will know that we fought with honour, and that we fought for the freedom and safety of our people.


  • ::This entry seems to have been written instead of something else. It does not seem planned, or structured. Just emotion. One could say, that if a heart could hold a quill, this is more or less what it would write::

    I love you, Lune. For being so simple and so complex at the same time. For always having a quick smile and a quick hug.

    I love you, Fadia. For being with me even when I tell you not to. For knowing that I need you even when I say I need to be alone.

    I love you, Val. For being generous beyond words. For giving away without expecting anything back. For your trust, and your friendship.

    I love you, Jerrick. For being my support and my shelter. For showing me that the world isn't black and white, that there are many scales of greys.

    I love you, Benji. For being enjoyable, and making every conversation unforgettable. For being unrepeatable, unique.

    Even you, Thorn. I love you though I seem to scare you with my very presence.

    I think I love you too, in a diferent, special way, Vash't. In the way that a woman should love a man. I think. I don't know.

    I love you more than anything in this world, Lorelai. For knowing me better than myself, and being my sister. For being serenity and inspiration, for doing good for the sake of it. I would before part with my soul than with you.

    I love the winter Sun raising upon the sea in a cloudy day and shining against all odds, I love the thin rain of a summer afternoon washing my face and raising a thousand scents in the forest, I love the creatures of nature that go about their cycle of life, ignorant of our problems.

    I love people. I believe in the world. I believe in humankind. I believe in elves and dwarves, and hins, and any combination of them.

    I believe in Good.

    Should my heart one day become still, may it beat one last time for each of you, so that I can use that time to behold the horizon one last time, reminding how beautiful is life. And may my body be found with the last smile in my lips, because I was thinking of you.

    And may you always remember that I loved you, that I wish I had been better for you. That I tried my best. That it may have been a mistake to stay in Narfell. But a mistake that I would make again.


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    The top of this page has several dots and attempts for a letter, indicating that the writer has rested her quill on it several times, some of them for quite a while, as if wanting to write something, but not knowing how. Finally, almost in the middle of the page, there is a single line.

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    Lathander give me strength.


  • Dreams

    Well, it has been some weeks since last I wrote an entry. That drawing is taking most of my time, specially learning to use the necessary tools, diferent styles and how to achieve the effects, shades and reflections that I want.

    It's good to have a friend that is a professional painter to guide me through it all and give me his advice. I'm learning in mere minutes things that would take me months to discover by myself. Though in the other hand, he could probably do what I'm doing in ten times less the time, and the result would be ten times better. Ah well, practice makes perfect. Hopefully it'll be good enough for Lorie and the others to like it.

    On to really serious matters, we finally went into Lorie's dreams to try to get rid of her nightmares. Jerrick, Thorn, Fadia, Lune and Rasuil were there with me. I -believe- we succeeded. At least, it looks like we could overcome her fears. We met Tindra, and I mean the real Tindra. She looked in good shape, not very mourned or decayed. I'll want to talk with her sometime… when she's not overwhelmed by information and emotions. At that point, though, she was still under the thought that the Dark Enchantress had some power over her, and forced her to attack us. We were sadly forced to subdue her, and then battle a few nightmares, including one of the Dark Enchantress herself. Luckily those nightmares seemed to "die" easily. Eventually, we met the Fey that Lorie had sealed a deal with to torment Tindra and keep her sulking into Lorie's subconcious.

    Jerrick insisted in challenging the Fey to duel, and it struck me as the typical "honor" thing that I'm so tired of, specially since I share a lot of time with paladins. So when the Fey hinted that Lorie was already pegnant, and knowing what kind of deal it had with her, I couldn't hold back, and beat the thing senseless.

    However, seems that Jerrick actually had a plan and not a mere overdose of manly hormones, so I trusted him when he asked again to be allowed to duel the Fey. He knows the deals and the oaths of their kind, so I healed the Fey back to full shape with pain in my heart. If nothing else, I had shown the Fey that it had no chance against us all, and dueling Jerick now probably looked like a more attractive choice to the vile spirit, one that couldn't be refused.

    Jerrick won the duel easily, and tricked the Fey into a soul stone that he kept. I admit I'd rather see the creature fully gone, but once again, I'll trust Jerrick, because it's what friends do, and I know he wants to keep Lorie from any risks as much as I do.

    It was then when Lorie and Tindra, for first time, could be in front of each other, and talk directly. Tindra, in realization of what was going on, slapped Lorie in the face, and scolded her furiously. It was tense moments, because we knew Tindra had full rights to be as upset as she was. Slowly, we dared to chime in, try to let Tindra know that we understood her feelings, but that Lorie was very regretful, and had spent years planning a way to return her.

    Albeit reluctantly, Tindra accepted our explanations, and slowly became more open and friendly, what I believe is her own self. We all understood that she and Lorie had much to talk about, so we decided to give them some time together, and returned to ourselves.

    Thorn, Lune and Rasuil left then, and Fadia stayed outside, at which point Jerrick and I saw Tindra awake. Yes, Tindra. She took control of her consciousness, as Lorie was exhausted, and first she went downstairs to talk a bit with Fadia, while Jerrick and I had a talk ourselves about Lorie and Tindra, and how to try and make it easier for them both. I am of course a bit worried, and I told him so. He said I shouldn't be worried, and he is right. Everything will be alright.

    After a bit, Tindra and Fadia came upstairs, and we could have some talk with Kitty, as Sparkly would call her. She needs to catch up on a lot of things, I don't understand how she can cope… it must be really confusing. And it will be even more confusing since a lot of people never knew she stopped being Tindra for a lot of years, and they'll be puzzled at her not recognizing them or things they had talked before.

    In the end, once we got past the formalities, Tindra proved to be quite likeable person. She was quick to think mischievously about the possibilities of us two looking so alike, and when my weakness for kitties was exposed as I hugged Tiger-Jerrick, she graced me with some panther cuddles. Oh and she has such a nice accent. I believe we will get along very well.

    I hope we are good enough to make her feel at home, and loved. I won't deny, however, that I want to see my Lorie as soon as possible, and give her a hug and have some nice talk. To be fair, I also want to have a nice talk with Tindra about... things.

    I'm a bit exhausted and my head is a mess due to lack of rest and overdose of emotions, so I best wrap up this entry for today, and write more when I've had those talks with Tindra and Lorie.

    Today was a good day, I think, but this is quite not over. I suppose we have to wait to see what Lorie and Tindra decide, and help them carry it out. That may prove challenging too, but we won't be lacking in efforts to see it through. Lorie, Tindra, your nightmares are over. Now it's time to dream.

    P.S. Lorie is pregnant! I must remember to congratulate her, I kind of forgot in the middle of all the shock. I'm so happy for her. She really deserves it. Her very own child, and nobody will try to take it from her. I hope she will let me craddle it sometimes!