The curse of the Shadowed Inn

As we bunk down again for the evening I can't help but to feel excited about the events that have taken place in the last day or so. Even after almost being badly injured I lie down with a smile on my face. I had missed this, the thrill and the sense of purpose that I once had when helping the communities on the Dales. The war with Netheril took so much of our time and effort that I had forgotten how it felt to adventure, to be on the road helping others, defeating evil!
 
Last night as I started my meditation, the radiant Goddess from the room I was pulled into on my way here appeared again and took me to her realm to speak to me; we haven't discussed it, but I think the others had a similar visit, so I am glad I stayed as it feels our fates are now bonded together. Aeloria, the weaver of fates is the name of this Goddess and she warned us of a deeper evil that she can't unveil yet, something has been playing with the threads of fate... she said our worlds were not supposed to die. Does this mean someone caused this on purpose? with what end, I wonder, how could anyone win anything from destroying countless worlds and pushing scared and disoriented populations into a new world together. I can easily see how wars will be waged and conflicts will arise everywhere where refugees from worlds with colliding views or morals find each other having to coexist. It was difficult enough accepting refugees in communities inside our own worlds, like the seldarine in the Dales, how will it work when they could be so different? Languages lost, cultures twisted, pantheons dead... it terrifies me to think what kind of entity could be responsible of something like that.
 
Our awakening wasn't any more reassuring. I remember feeling this... dread... cold, darkness. It was beyond the torches being consumed. Even though the hearth was on, it felt like we were outside on a cold dead winter night. And then we saw it... spiders, it had to be spiders...
The creature that attacked us was pure evil, and for some reason, bent in killing me! I can't be grateful enough to Mozz. He saved my life, and destroyed this creature. His strength really is commendable.
Cairn proved to be a valuable combat allied once more, and he seems to be more willing to speak now, turns out he does speak common, he is just a man of few words.
The inn keeper was very grateful to me for killing the giant spider that was attacking him... I don't feel like I did that much, but it feels good to make allies. He explained us his story, the loss of his wife and the reason behind the mistrust of my kind. I can't say I blame him... I know I would not trust a drow if I encountered one, much less a shadokai, and I didn't loose someone as close to me as he did.
 
We learnt of the previous owner of this place, and the curse that seems to haunt it... Lyria Duskbane
I can't believe that someone of my kin was that evil... yet her actions in this place were undeniably despicable. So I feel compelled to help Thoran and to free this place of her curse, is the least I can do.
I am happy that the other 2 have decided to help me on this to be honest. I am still finding my footing in this new world, and we don't know what dangers we will encounter on Thoran's basement. But I am determined.
 
For now we rest, and tomorrow we will visit the old Hilda to discuss what she knows of this place. Thoran's words resonate in my head, she was old already when he arrived to this world. Is she truly humans? How would I even know if humans from this world live the same or longer than those from Faerun? Is she someone to trust, or someone to fear?
 
All these questions will have to wait until tomorrow, I fear. For now we rest.
 
Ellyrian Starchaser