Ellyrian Starchaser

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

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We had seen so many ends of the world already. The sundering, the second sundering, the spell plague, the fall of Myth Drannor... Gods died and raised with new names, new powers, new domains, new followers. My clan continued through it all. And yes, not always in the same way, how could we? but we continued, we marched on. We helped the communities around us, and we built a better day for us and those around us. So when the rumors started flying, about the gods dying, the world dying... well, we didn't believe them. Not all of us at least, I do remember some members of my clan walking away but that was not what most of us decided. And then we started feeling it and everything changed. I was then training to be a druid of Angharradh, and I was just an initiate. The archdruid Elendrial Moonglade was my tutor and we were in the middle of a meditation session when we lost our connection with the Goddess. Caoimhe barked and yelped like she was distressed and we felt the connection with the fae realm break. At that point we knew, we knew it was real and that the rumors where not just rumors. When the warden appeared to guide us to what he described as our only hope of survival, not all of my clan followed. Some of them stayed behind to help the chaotic communities of the Dales organize. I said goodbye to my mother and father, hoping I would see them again in this promised new world but truth be told, I am not certain this will happen. I can't feel my Goddess. My tutor has stayed behind to prepare the circle to march. I walk with a small amount of members of my clan to prepare our way into this new place. I am not alone, but I feel alone. More alone that I have never been in my life. We have arrived to this portal, guided by the Warden and he is urging us to go through. He has agreed to wait until the morning, to see if any other of our kind arrives before we cross, however he won't let us cross all in one, he says we have to go one by one to not overwhelm the portal and cause the magic to faulter. He has not and will not explain who opened this portal, if there is any others, and why would they help us, or where does it lead. So many questions. I hope they will all be answered in due time. The world is dying... I can feel it in my body, in my bones. I hope we don't die with it.   Ellyrian Starchaser

Where do I even start...   I am lying in a dark room in an inn where I had never been before, in a world that I didn't even knew existed, in the company of people that I've just met and we have already had to fight for our lives to be here.   The Eldritch Warden guided us to this shiny portal in the middle of a forest. I am certain we had already been there before, but the portal was never there; he urged us to cross it individually as to not overwhelm and cause the magic to faulter, and so we did. Stars all around me and a path that seemed to be made of the same substance as the night sky, such beauty... I followed this path behind my kin, feeling hopeful for the first time in weeks and then... I felt something push me off the path and before I knew it I was in a big room, brightly illuminated and with walls covered in shelves with books in languages I could not recognize. In the center of this room there was a woman, sitting on a chair... how can I describe her, for I am certain she was not a mortal creature, but one of the Gods. Being in her presence was incredible, I had never felt such power before in my life. I remember being worried initially, but I didn't feel unsafe in her presence. I don't know how to explain it, but is like I knew right away that I was were I needed to be and that the Goddess sitting in front of me, confused with my arrival, was not going to hurt me.   I am still coming into terms with what happened, but I am certain now that this will shape my fate in the days to come.   As for the people I am with... we all arrived through a portal into this world that we didn't know existed, and right away we were in a fight. A bunch of creatures, that I did not recognize beyond their dark fae nature were attacking a group of people, and ourselves. I still wonder if I made the right decision joining forces with these people, but I guess we will have to wait and see how the events progress. I certainly never would have guessed that I would end up sharing a room with a half-orc and a 9ft cleric of a race I can't even name. We have decided to stick together and I am looking forward to get to know better the other 2 elves that are travelling with us... one won't even introduce himself beyond his name, and the other one is of a kind I have never encountered before.   We met Daldir, a gnome that claims to belong to some sort of order in charge of guarding these portals through which people like us, people fleeing our own dying worlds arrives sometimes.... and darker things. He explained where we are, in a world called Dor-o-estel. I have yet so many questions... where are the others of my kin that came before me? where is my family, did they make it to the portals in time? Will I ever see any of my loved ones again?   We met other people that arrived to this world way before us, like the inn keeper Thoran who seems to not like me (or any elf for that matter) very much... and people who already belongs to this world, like the old woman Hilda, who seems to be the wise woman of this village. My new companions introduced themselves, well... some more than others. Mozdemir, the half-orc seems to be a very open and honest guy, easy to talk to. Can't say the same about Cairn the cleric, he does not seem to talk much... I even wonder if he speaks common at all!   Are our gods truly dead, or will they come back like they have done in years past? I truly hope Angharradh and Corellon do come back... I am not alone, yet again I feel abandoned. I know I can only wait to see how things develop, and to see if my people finds each other... Salen kin...jen sal miss var. Sal nu sar Wutheh enna other Arta Tel' threads Ath kash -ashk.   Ellyrian Starchaser