Aranesi Eiryant
Aranesi Eiryant
Twin sister of Isenara, formerly in employ of lady Cavatina Nytraven working on research into recovery of lost snow elven secrets.
Physical Description
General Physical Condition
Slim build, one could say rather skinny.
Body Features
Unlike her twin sister, Aranesi keeps her hair unbound and flowing free past her butt.
Facial Features
Almond shaped and youthful, but rather unremarkable among elves.
Identifying Characteristics
Heterochromia with blue left eye and green right eye.
Physical quirks
Left handed, seems to be gliding on the ground when she walks.
Special abilities
Accomplisher researcher with an eye for detail for clues hidden in written materials.
Learned some magic abilities through self taught study, despite complete lack of natural magical talent.
Hey eyes can pierce a person with a frightening intensity.
Apparel & Accessories
Prefers loose and flowing dresses, showing off ample amounts of skin as per snow elven customs
Mental characteristics
Personal history
Born to a noble family, cadet branch of House Nytraven, in the city of Forna Vasar, Aranesi showed incredible aptitude in consuming and parsing through incredible amounts of written knowledge in a very short amount of time, this caught the attention of Lady Cavatina Nytraven, an enigmatic and powerful figure within shadow elf society. Cavatina had long sought ways to increase her influence, and recruiting young elves from other noble families to serve her House was rare, but not unusual.
Trained from the very young age to be loyal to house Nytraven, Cavatina saw an opportunity with the young Aranesi. She had long been planning a larger expedition to reclaim the ruined lands of Hrivenor and uncover the secrets buried there, but feared the snow elf population was not large enough to support a venture of such scale.
Lady Cavatina entrusted Isenara and her twin sister Aranesi to her daughter, Aria, a witch wielding the power of storms venturing out to establish a new colony in the shattered lands despite Lady Cavatina’s reservations. The expedition was bound to happen with her blessing or without, so at the very least it would be good to have an agent of her own among the colonists.
Trained in the art of finding what was once forgotten, Aranesi prefers to keep herself isolated to well equipped libraries, and leaves spelunking to her twin sister Isenara.
Currently in employ of House Nytraven, preparing to venture into blasted lands of Hrivenor in service to Lady Aria Nytraven
Sexuality
Hasn't quite decided yet, felt attraction to both sexes.
Education
Trained in all manners of theoretical knowledge, even if sometimes she lacks the aptitude for practical application.
Employment
In employ to House Nytraven, assigned by Lady Cavatina to aid Lady Aria to the best of her abilities.
Morality & Philosophy
Good thing come to those who wait, best things come to those who wait after sowing the right seeds.
Personality Characteristics
Motivation
Learning as much as there is to learn, especially from the dusty tomes that haven't been opened in centuries that her sister occasionally brings her.
Savvies & Ineptitudes
Incredibly patient, but tends to over analyze everything.
Likes & Dislikes
Books, the older the better.
Personality Quirks
Tends to lick her fingers when turning pages.
Hygiene
Unlike her sister, she performs long, daily rituals brushing through her long hair.
Social
Contacts & Relations
Ward of Lady Cavatina Nytraven
In employ to House Nytraven, assigned by Lady Cavatina to aid Lady Aria to the best of her abilities.
Daughter of House Eiryant, a cadet house of house Nytraven
Family Ties
Due to the early guardianship by Lady Cavatina, she never developed strong bond with her birth parents Veridion and Ylvara Eiryant, and sees House Nytraven as her first loyalty.
Religious Views
Carries a discreet symbol of Drustanus.
Social Aptitude
Quiet and turned inwards, prefers to keep to herself and her books, but can open up when asked the right questions.
Wealth & Financial state
She's accumulated enough wealth for a comfortable life, but is not by any means wealthy.
Twin sister of Isenara, formerly in employ of lady Cavatina Nytraven working on research into recovery of lost snow elven secrets.
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Alignment
Calm and persistent in her goals
Age
53
Date of Birth
4th Amerysday of High Winter
Birthplace
Forna Vasar
Children
Gender
Female
Eyes
Blue/Green Heterochromia with her left eye being blue, and the right one green
Hair
Black, with grey streaks
Skin Tone/Pigmentation
Ashen grey
Height
5' 4"
Weight
110lb
Dusk
1st Qindirsday of Winter's End, Second Age 1854
5th Seojungsday of High Winter, Second Age 1854: Our encounter with the Winter Huntsman, a fey entity resembling a quadrupedal owl, was a significant event, though my interest lies less in the physical contest and more in its implications. Documented in Eraneth’s lore as a guardian of winter’s wilds, such creatures are often tied to seasonal cycles or divine mandates. The Huntsman’s presence suggests a disturbance in the natural order, possibly linked to the curse lingering over Hrivenor. I regret not having time to study its remains for arcane residues, as such analysis might illuminate its origins. This creature's existence, similar to the tree of dreams proves that even the immortal fae can be corrupted and destroyed. Isenara and I, bound by one body, stand at a crossroads—might the soul eater’s defeat restore equilibrium to our shared existence, or reveal a deeper fracture? My thoughts turn to the scholarly potential of tomorrow’s venture.
1st Vaeraleusday of Winter’s End, Second Age 1854: On the cusp of our entry into the ruined academy of magic, I find myself consumed by anticipation, tempered by the weight of what lies ahead. Tomorrow, we breach its halls, where the soul eater—whose prior encounter nearly sundered our souls—awaits. This institution, once a pinnacle of arcane scholarship in Eraneth, may hold secrets critical to understanding Luthais’s intentions or the metaphysical bond between Isenara and me. I yearn to explore its archives, though it would likely take years or decades to read through everything still remaining in its halls, to uncover texts or artifacts that might elucidate the reason behind the soul eater’s presence in a school of magic. What if this confrontation is not merely a trial, but a revelation? Could the academy’s knowledge mend the rift in our soul, or expose us to truths that challenge our place in Eraneth’s tapestry? As we prepare, I am driven by a need to learn, to converse with the past through the ruins, and to forge a future where our duality finds harmony.
1st Qindirsday of Winter's End, Second Age 1854: Last night brought on a dream. We don't dream often, so it is especially noteworthy. Even when we do, it seems our dreams are limited to our individual minds. This time was different-we shared the same dream-the soul stitcher made itself present before us, and without any words, merely small gestures it seemed to indicate that we are on the right path. I believe we need to confront the soul eater before our souls can be restored. I still don't know what that would entail, and the implications are dire. Perhaps we will find out that we can no longer be made whole, and when we finally pass on from this realm, the elven reincarnation will be denied to us? Perhaps it still holds fragments of our souls, but with only one body one of us will be stuck without? What if the only way to restore us fully is to merge our individual personalities? No matter what happens I know one thing. I have no reason to exist in this world without Isenara at my side.
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Light Ahead
5th Vaeraleusday of High Winter, Second Age 1854
3rd Seojungsday of High Winter, Second Age 1854: This evening, Isenara confided in Zhyrissa, her words spilling forth under the weight of anticipation and unease regarding the ruined academy of magic we are soon to explore. Its dilapidated halls, once a beacon of arcane scholarship in Eraneth, may harbor secrets critical to understanding Luthais’s machinations or the broader metaphysical currents of our world. It was a deep heart to heart between the three of us. While I typically take the back seat in these encounters, I felt like too much was about to happen to keep silent. Our conversation was enlightening and perhaps a little reassuring. While I may not share the same feelings for Zhyrissa that Isenara does, sharing the same body during their intimate moments made me appreciate their closeness, and their acceptance of my presence in what truly is their relationship. Yet, I am plagued by the uncertainty of what revelations await—might they destabilize Hithfaer’s fragile balance or challenge the very nature of my shared existence with Isenara? The prospect of another birthday spent on the road, far from the contemplative solace of a library or the warmth of a scholarly gathering, deepens my melancholy. Could the academy’s secrets illuminate our dual nature, offering a path to harmony or exposing a truth that fractures us further? I sense our journey is converging toward a pivotal moment, where past and future collide, perhaps reshaping our role in Eraneth’s unfolding narrative.
5th Judicday of High Winter, Second Age 1854: We arrived at an altar dedicated to Aranye, situated upon a fire ley line, its stones weathered from an era when it served as a healing hot spring, as noted in Eraneth’s historical records. The site, though in disrepair, resonated with the essence of spring and renewal, prompting reflection on the soul eater we are destined to confront at the academy. In the context of Aranye’s domain of rebirth, I hypothesize that facing this entity may constitute a form of spiritual renewal for Isenara and me, a cleansing of the metaphysical schism that defines our existence. The altar’s latent energy suggests a possibility of restoration, a concept I intend to explore further through study. If the soul eater represents a corruption of our essence, might its defeat mirror the rejuvenation promised by Aranye’s spring? I envision a future where such trials refine us, preparing us to counter Luthais’s schemes and safeguard Hithfaer’s legacy.
5th Vaeraleusday of High Winter, Second Age 1854: We encountered a shadow rift today, an unstable portal to the shadow realm, its fluctuating energies matching those documented in Eraneth’s arcane treatises corresponding to ley lines of seasons and elements, but this one appeared as a conduit of dark power. The notion of harnessing it to create a shadow ley line intrigued me, offering potential insights into the shadow elves’ magical affinities. However, Lady Aria, cognizant of our enemies’ deeper connection to this realm, elected to neutralize the rift—a prudent decision to mitigate risk. The act of sealing it evoked a profound analogy: just as we closed this tear in the fabric of reality, so too might we mend the division within our shared soul. The soul eater looms as a parallel challenge, its defeat potentially a scholarly endeavor to heal our fractured essence. This rift’s closure feels like a precursor to a greater reconciliation. Could the academy hold the key to unifying our souls? I am compelled to pursue these answers, for they may define our place in Eraneth’s cosmic tapestry.
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Elusive Troublemaker
3rd Seojungsday of High Winter, Second Age 1854
5th Respitesday of High Autumn, Second Age 1854: We undertook the initial trial within the sacred mountain shrine of Bri’Inis, a task missing from any written record in the histories of Eraneth, perhaps I could document this venture, be the first one to do so. The guardian, a former druid now manifesting as a barrier of trunks and branches in our path, presented a series of riddles requiring answers of Moon, Snow, and Mountain Streams. The intellectual rigor of decoding these enigmas was invigorating, revealing a sophisticated interplay of natural and divine symbolism, or the druid was simply bored at her post and used us for amusement. Guided by the guardian’s directive to follow the cold air and avoid forbidden zones, we proceeded with caution, mindful of the perilous consequences of defying divine edicts as noted in Eraneth’s spiritual traditions. We arrived at a chamber presided over by a winter tree spirit, its essence marred by the shadow realm’s influence, a phenomenon reminiscent of the corruption we encountered at Hithfaer’s old temple to Leowyn. A discourse on the nature of winter deities and the shadow plane ensued, drawing parallels to prior interventions. Our attempt to realign the spirit with winter’s domain was partially successful, necessitating the expulsion of emergent shadows. The successful restoration of the Scrolls of Araneth to their sanctified resting place triggered a teleportation event, returning us to the surface; a process I am eager to study for its arcane mechanics. We could use a system like that within Hithfaer's castle, whisking away unwelcome visitors upon a specified trigger.
We departed Bri’Inis on the 1st Qindirsday of High Autumn, arriving in Hithfaer by the 3rd Vaeraleusday of High Autumn, without maritime incident, allowing time for reflection on the shrine’s implications. Upon return, Isenara entrusted her detailed observations from Bri’Inis to Drin, anticipating his alchemical expertise might advance our efforts to restore the land’s vitality. She proposed exploring poisons, as usual, effective against undead, though Drin’s initial focus on explosive concoctions required redirection toward more precise methodologies, a discussion that enriched my understanding of his chaotic yet innovative approach.
Subsequent weeks were dedicated to alchemical pursuits in the laboratory. At Talindra’s behest, Isenara synthesized Elixirs of Life with commendable efficiency, securing a personal reserve as well. The production of Camouflage Dye and Soothing Elixir encountered challenges—unstable components in the former, likely due to its adaptive chromatic properties, and delayed shipments for the latter. Through careful improvisation, she overcame these obstacles, yielding successful batches.
My archival research into Sol Variar at Eglasil proved fruitless, a vexing setback. Zaelith and Talindra ventured to the summer and spring territories with the same goal. I'm hoping their efforts uncover the elusive truths of this group.
Concurrently, Isenara and I resumed experimentation with the dream tree sap, which exhibits promising properties; further analysis may illuminate its potential applications in arcane or restorative contexts. With her alchemical expertise and my knowledge of the magical, we will be able to put together a wondrous substance.
Zhyrissa’s agreement to accompany us to the masquerade is a delightful prospect, promising engaging discourse amidst the festivities. However, the Longest Night celebration was disrupted by an incursion of assassins targeting the Summer Speaker’s crown, a relic of significant cultural import. Their defeat revealed Luthais’s involvement, his taunting departure via teleportation highlighting a vulnerability in our defenses that merits scholarly investigation into anti-teleportation wards. I also wonder what specifically did he need the crown for. His goals continue to elude us, and as long as we don't know them, he will remain one step ahead, remaining a threat to our efforts here in Hithfaer.
Compounding the chaos, an uninvited Imperial delegation exploited the distraction to pilfer the chisel from our vault. Pursuit group of Zaelith, Malakar, Bahzel, and Daereth was successful at recovering the artifact, and I hope I will be able to interrogate the dead thief as well. The theft, highlighted our vulnerability to subterfuge and stealth attacks. An issue we will need to resolve if we want to become a power on the world's stage.
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Deadly Crystals
5th Amerysday of High Autumn, Second Age 1854
5th Amerysday of High Autumn, Second Age 1854: We departed the Bri’Oir village to address the issue of the aggressive mammoth herd, a trial mandated by Chief Ceann to validate our role in their prophecy. Though in my experience, many prophecies can be tailored to fit events after the fact, that is still no reason to ignore them entirely. My interest lay not in the physical confrontation but in the cultural significance of this task within the context of the Bri'Oir traditions. They appear to be people trying to live in harmony with nature, which is an unusual thing for most humans, leading me to believe there is a strong spiritual connection here on this island. Could it truly be that these people are blessed by Araneth himself? By the 5th Qindirsday of High Autumn, we located the herd, their movements a fascinating display of raw power, unlike any animal found in other parts of Eraneth. Lady Aria’s directive to preserve the mammoths’ lives intrigued me, as it suggested a deeper respect for Bri’Inis natural order. Isenara’s insistence on having as many tools on hand as possible to meet a wide variety of problems proved to be correct once again. Wand to imbue our fighters’ weapons with non-lethal efficacy was a remarkable application of arcane utility, allowing for the herd’s pacification and subsequent study. I found myself contemplating the potential insights to be gained from examining these creatures, when Talindra successfully extracted a piece of glowing rock from the flank of the matron. Believing it the cause of the animal's territorial behavior, it was deposited into my extradimensional pouch. There will be time to study it upon our return to Hithfaer. Returning to the village, we were welcomed with another feast, this time on mammoth that was exploded into chunks by Lady Aria's lightning bolt. We prepared for our ascent to the mountain shrine in the morning, where the Scrolls of Araneth are to be deposited, fulfilling the prophecy. The prospect of engaging with this sacred site, potentially learning more about Araneth, fills me with anticipation. I am eager to explore the shrine’s inscriptions and artifacts, hoping to uncover further connections to the divine narratives that shape this land.
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Land of Araneth?
5th Brahmarusday of High Autumn, Second Age 1854
5th Brahmarusday of High Autumn, Second Age 1854: We arrived at Bri’Inis, an island of profound significance in the cosmological framework of Eraneth, as evidenced by the scrolls we carried. Our initial reception was marked by hostility from the locals mm istaking us for raiders. They confronted us with martial readiness, but Aelorna’s linguistic acumen, employing the widely recognized Commercho tongue, facilitated a dialogue that diffused their suspicions. This linguistic bridge, a hallmark of Eraneth’s interconnected trade networks, underscored the value of discourse over conflict. Upon mentioning the Scrolls of Araneth, artifacts tied to the Creator deity central to Eraneth’s mythos, we were granted permission to land and brought before Chief Ceann. In the seaside village, resonant with the sacred history of Bri’Inis, we presented the scrolls, their inscriptions evoking reverence. The priestess Liath referenced a prophecy, suggesting our arrival fulfilled a foretold return of these relics. However, to access the mountain shrine—a site hallowed for its proximity to Araneth’s divine essence—we were tasked with resolving a disturbance caused by an aggressive mammoth herd. This trial, while physical in nature, intrigues me for its potential to reveal the interplay between prophecy and action in the Bri'Inis culture. The remainder of the day was spent in the village, partaking in a feast that offered a rich tapestry of the tribe's traditions. Conversations with the locals illuminated their reverence for Araneth and the intricate social structures of Bri’Inis, shaped by centuries of isolation and spiritual devotion. I found myself engrossed in their oral histories, which hint at deeper cosmological insights preserved in their lore. The mammoth issue awaits, but my thoughts linger on the scholarly potential of this encounter, eager to uncover how the scrolls’ return might reshape our understanding of Eraneth’s divine narrative.
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Distant Lands
4th Judicday of High Autumn, Second Age 1854
2nd Respitesday of High Autumn, Second Age 1854: Our expedition led us to investigate a void font, hypothesized to be an altar or pond of religious significance. Upon arrival, we encountered a copse of trees marked by profound decay, their desiccated forms suggesting a nexus of necrotic energy. I posited the potential to transmute this font into a conduit of vital essence, an endeavor that could yield significant arcane insights. However, the consensus favored a much simpler neutralization, and through concerted effort, we dissipated its influence. While effective, I remain intrigued by the lost opportunity to study its transformative potential and the theological implications of such a site.
4th Judicday of High Autumn, Second Age 1854: We embarked for Bri’Inis to return the Scroll of Creation, a relic of considerable historical and metaphysical import. Several days into our maritime journey, a lightning strike necessitated an unscheduled docking at a spring elf port. The locals’ cautious demeanor restricted us to the ship, precluding any scholarly exchange with their community. Nevertheless, our repairs were executed with efficiency, allowing us to resume our voyage promptly. The incident underscored the unpredictability of sea travel, yet I found myself contemplating the spring elves’ cultural reticence, for a typically warm and welcoming group, they were reluctant to allow us to roam their port freely—perhaps a subject for future inquiry.
Before the completion of our second week at sea, a distant vessel drew near, its markings identified by Aelorna as those of shadow elf slavers. Lady Aria’s directive for an immediate counteroffensive was decisive, though I would have advocated for a strategic deception to study their tactics and intentions. The engagement proceeded without my preferred approach, yet it prompts reflection on the shadow elves’ maritime operations and their broader agenda, matters I hope to explore through future discourse or captured records, but I must finish writing now as we are about to enter the range of each others' weapons.
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Finally a break
1st Judicday of Rising Autumn, Second Age 1854: Our encounter with the dwarves at their mountain holdout resolved through negotiation, a choice that spared lives and resources while granting access to the griffin roost. This move is unlikely to yield us future allies, these dwarves will have a hard time reintegrating in their society as is, but it should also not cause us any future conflict. Perhaps some dwarven hold will reach out to us with thanks. Time will tell. For now, it opens new avenues for study, particularly of the roost’s potential. I'm sure Lady Aria would be glad to have a unit of griffon riders at her command.
The months that followed were a treasure trove of knowledge, as I immersed myself in research, spending most of my free time with Lorelei, who shared the stories she had of Luthais, while I simultaneously poured through what I knew about pre-sundering Hrivenor, cross referencing the stories with historical record. We unearthed intriguing details about Luthais: his ability to recover memories across incarnations is a phenomenon I long to dissect, perhaps it will allow Isenara and I solve our current conundrum, and his intent to meet the headmaster of a nearby magic school—one tied to a perilous moment when our souls were nearly lost—sparks both curiosity and caution. What does he seek there? The prospect of investigating that school pulls at my thoughts, promising answers to questions I’ve yet to fully form. Going into that school can have transformative consequences for Isenara and I, but in what direction will that take us? I know that no matter what, I will stay at my sister's side, as she will at mine.
3rd Respitesday of Rising Autumn, Second Age 1854: Venturing out to explore areas Selestiel scouted, we prioritized an undead griffin roost near our aviary. The endeavor yielded petrified griffin eggs, a fascinating addition to our menagerie that I’m eager to study—could their petrification hold clues to ancient magics? What caused it, and can it be reversed? Zaelith thinks so. Next, we approached a peculiar cabin at the mountain’s edge, its ominous aura suggesting more than mere abandonment. As soon as we entered, it tried to eat us! It was by pure coincidence that most of the group have obtained armor made of black dragon scale, and its acidic attacks were easily shrugged off. Aelorna’s discovery of a miniature model, which, when lifted, caused the house to collapse into itself, was a brilliant stroke. The house was sentient, a predator of sorts, and its portability raises questions about its origins. I wish I could have examined it further, perhaps before we decide to use it as a weapon against our enemies.
Investigation
3rd Brahmarusday of High Spring, Second Age 1853
3rd Brahmarusday of High Spring, Second Age 1853: A troubling undercurrent of corruption and crime has taken root in Hithfaer, and while Isenara's web certainly encouraged some of these activities—through subtle maneuvers and networks—it cannot account for the full scope of this malaise. Other forces are at play, their motives obscured. Are they potential allies who share our vision, adversaries scheming against us, or merely opportunists exploiting the chaos? I’m compelled to study this web, to unravel its threads through careful observation and inquiry, perhaps over quiet conversations with those who see the city’s underbelly.
The discovery of an unsanctioned thief operating in our midst is disconcerting. Their audacity, acting without our knowledge, piques my curiosity—what drives them, and what do they know? I’ve endorsed Bahzel’s investigation, eager to learn the thief’s identity and purpose. Astarlan is tasked with monitoring three suspects, leveraging his connections across the city. If this thief proves valuable, I’d relish a discussion to gauge their potential; for now, I await the insights Astarlan’s network might yield.
We prepare to depart Hithfaer to address the dwarven threat in the mountains, where they seek to establish a fortified settlement. The army has moved ahead, and we’ll join them by sea, a route that offers time for reflection. The dwarves, having tasted rebellion, pose a risk we cannot ignore. Their fate—elimination or enslavement for sale—will be decided swiftly, but I find myself pondering the broader implications: what knowledge might they hold, they have dug the tunnels under Nyxthranis for some time after all, and could any among them be persuaded to share it? My mind lingers on these questions as we prepare to set sail.
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Winter's Realm
2nd Seojungsday of Spring's Birth, Second Age 1853
2nd Seojungsday of Spring's Birth, Second Age 1853: On the 2nd Qindirsday of Spring's Birth, we journeyed to the ancient oak, where Isenara noted footprints in the snow, curiously dragged toward the tree as if by some unseen force. Malakar’s communion with the resident spirit was a fascinating display of spiritual attunement, granting us entry into the realm of winter with remarkable ease. The transition into this otherworldly domain sparked my curiosity—what secrets might this fae-touched place hold?
Within, we encountered a sentient gourd, self-proclaimed steward in the dryad’s absence. Its skepticism of our intentions was intriguing, suggesting a complex hierarchy within this realm. Though it would not heed our assurances, the ensuing conflict was less compelling to me than the discovery of a missing mother and child, safe but displaced. The chamber we later reached, suffused with a decaying aura, housed undead leshies—vampiric, according to the glow Drustanus' symbol began to give off. Their presence raised questions about the corruption of natural spirits; what force could twist leshies so?
The dryad’s rescue was the true prize. Her gratitude manifested in naming Malakar guardian of her forest and opening her fae realm to us—a privilege ripe with potential for study. I long to explore this domain, to converse with its denizens and uncover its lore. The dryad’s trust in us suggests a bond we might nurture, perhaps through dialogue with Malakar, now tied to this place. My mind is alight with the possibilities of what knowledge awaits in these enchanted woods.
With Lady Aria's decree to wait for Selestiel's return, I may finally have time to perform some experiments and study. It will be a nice change of pace from constant adventuring.
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Into the Depths of Darkness
1st Qindirsday of Spring's Birth, Second Age 1853
1st Qindirsday of Spring's Birth, Second Age 1853: Venturing into the depths beneath Nyxthranis on the 5th Respitesday of Spring's Birth, we encountered a disturbing collection of aberrant corpses, their forms a puzzle of unnatural biology that begged for study. We camped that night, but an oppressive presence lingered in the dark, keeping my thoughts restless with questions about what forces animated such creatures.
The following day, we descended a spiral tunnel, drawn by a rhythmic pulse like a heartbeat resonating through the stone. Malakar’s Web of Eyes revealed a plant creature, its very existence a fascinating corruption of fey and aberration. I yearned to examine its structure, to understand how such a hybrid could persist. Luthadir, found embedded in the creature’s trunk, was entwined with root-like appendages—an intricate symbiosis that demanded analysis. Talindra’s medical expertise, severing those roots with precision, was a marvel to witness; her actions preserved Luthadir and offered a glimpse into the creature’s dependence on living hosts. Isenara took a sample of its sap, a substance brimming with potential for alchemical study—perhaps a key to new spells or protections, though knowing my sister some kind of a drug is more likely.
As we returned to the surface, the decision to collapse the mountain onto Nyxthranis ensured its secrets remained buried, though I regret the loss of further study. Lady Aria dispatched Selestiel to pursue the escaped dwarven slaves, and I find myself wondering what knowledge they might carry. Back in Hithfaer, I’m eager to see what Isenara will discover with with the sap, perhaps discussing its possibilities with Zhyrissa over a quiet evening, piecing together the mysteries of its properties.
Massacre
5th Amerysday of Winter's End, Second Age 1853
5th Amerysday of Winter's End, Second Age 1853: Our expedition into the shadow elf city began with a delicate traversal through a mushroom grove, guided by information gleaned from a corpse through Drustanus' blessing. With Grikz’s cunning and Selestiel’s subtle presence, we avoided the hallucinogenic spores—a danger I noted for any larger group that might follow. The path led to a hidden entrance into the city cavern, a discovery that spoke of the shadow elves’ overconfidence in their secrecy.
From an unguarded overlook, we surveyed the city below, its layout a puzzle of intent and neglect. Fires burned in the slave quarter, their purpose unclear—perhaps a grim disposal of blood magic’s remnants, though I longed to investigate further. The absence of magical lights and the city’s routine movements suggested a culture steeped in shadow, appearing to mobilize for the impending siege. The fires lay half a mile from our position, the main gate a mile off, distances that underscored the need for careful study of the city’s defenses.
We learned of a slave revolt that had claimed a portion of the city, led by a figure named Nauriel. Meeting her, I saw not just a leader but a potential ally in preserving knowledge. Our conversation turned to the city’s records, and I urged her to help save as many written works as possible. She was reluctant and short with me at first, understandably more focused on securing her people's survival over nebulous written works. I was able to break her defensiveness by sympathizing with her plight, perhaps with more future interactions she could become an ally or even a friend. She directed me to an archivist who could offer deeper insights, a lead I’m eager to pursue. The prospect of uncovering the shadow elves’ chronicles—perhaps even clues to Luthais’s fate, given his descent into the aberration-infested tunnels below—fills me with anticipation. Knowledge, not conflict, will illuminate the path forward.
War, war never changes
3rd Seojungsday of Winter's End, Second Age 1853
2nd Judicday of Winter's End, Second Age 1853: The council convened and I listened intently as we charted our course. We discussed hiring mercenaries to strengthen our position—an intriguing prospect, and with their affiliation to Eglasil Seaguard, their loyalty could be counted on. Nyvressa was dispatched to Eglasil, a city rich with knowledge and potential allies, and I quietly envied her destination, though the reasons for her trip were purely with security in mind, we could not allow her to be discovered by shadow elf infiltrators. The Seaguard will remain nearby, a prudent measure should Nyxthranis strike. For my part, I’ve been consumed with deciphering the monolith’s magic, its intricate enchantments a puzzle that demands patience and precision. Each glyph I unravel feels like a step toward unlocking secrets that could shift our fortunes. I shall make it my long term project.
3rd Judicday of Winter's End, Second Age 1853: The Black Moon Company arrived, their reputation as mercenaries preceding them. They set out to reinforce our forward armies, a move I hope will prove as strategic as it is bold. As we journey to join the main army, I find myself wondering about the lives of such warriors—what drives them to fight for coin rather than cause?
3rd Seojungsday of Winter's End, Second Age 1853: The battle at the river crossing on 3rd Qindirsday was, by all accounts, a triumph. The river’s natural barrier disrupted the enemy’s cohesion, delaying their void wyrm and infantry while their fanatics rushed recklessly ahead. Our forces capitalized on this error, routing them with minimal losses. The victory fascinates me—not for the clash of steel, but for the interplay of terrain and tactics. How might we replicate such advantages in future conflicts? Our Warriors whisper of Winter's blessing, as the scouts reported that a sudden snowstorm had a big impact on slowing down the enemy army, preventing them from crossing the river before we arrived.
Now, we advance on their city to demand surrender, a moment ripe with potential for diplomacy or escalation. Given Zyvara's actions, it is unlikely Lady Aria will choose the path of diplomacy, an offer of cooperation was extended months ago, and in return we were assaulted. Lady Aria is not in the habit of giving second chances.
Paths through Shadows
1st Respitesday of Winter's End, Second Age 1853
3rd Amerysday of High Winter, Second Age 1853: The holidays concluded quietly, a welcome reprieve after the tumult of the Longest Night. The calm gave me time to reflect, to sift through my notes and ponder the shadow agents’ motives. There’s a deeper game at play, and I long to uncover its rules.
Aelorna received a message from the princess, revealing her plan to escape during Nyxthranis’s scouting mission to our town—a bold move to exploit their investigation into their own interference. The audacity of it fascinates me; what knowledge might she carry about their inner workings?
4th Amerysday of High Winter, Second Age 1853: It was our birthday today. Zhyrissa was the only one to visit us. Outside of the council she is the only one who knows our situation. I am amazed that she continues to stick with Isenara, though perhaps it's the relaxed nature of their relationship to keeps things from becoming too strained.
5th Respitesday of High Winter, Second Age 1853: Selestiel, Malakar, Grikz, and Horatio departed to intercept her, their decisiveness a contrast to my preference for deliberation. By the evening of the 5th Seojungsday, they succeeded—the Nyxthranis scouts were identified, and the princess was whisked away, though the scouts themselves vanished into the night. It’s a victory, yet the precision of their retreat intrigues me.
The scouts lingered for days, their shadow magic rendering them elusive. One was briefly captured, only to slip free with unsettling ease. Their mastery of shadows will continue being a thorn in our side until we can establish sufficient defenses. Our winter kin may have lost that ability, but many have had experience in its use, there should be one or two among us who has experienced an effective way of countering it.
1st Respitesday of Winter's End, Second Age 1853: Isenara is handling the position on the council better than I expected, perhaps it is a matter of our shared mind, that she can be subconsciously affected by my diligence and temper her spontaneity. If she continues like this, Hithfaer will be a bustling trade hub to overshadow Forna Vasar in no time.
Between shadow and light
3rd Qindirsday of High Winter, Second Age 1853
3rd Qindirsday of High Winter, Second Age 1853: The Festival of the Longest Night began with such promise—tables laden with bounty, the air alive with celebration. Yet, as we kindled the lanterns, an unnatural darkness descended, smothering all light. Even my eyes, accustomed to shadow, struggled against it. A denser void shrouded the temple of the Winter Queen, whispering of something ancient and unsettling. I longed to study its nature, to understand its source, but there was no time for contemplation.
Malakar and Talindra returned from their rite at the ancient oak, and Grikz with Malakar immediately ascended to the temple to identify the threat. They failed to breach the temple’s gloom, so we ascended the hill ourselves. The darkness was a palpable force, blurring the line between our world and the shadow realm. It felt like a puzzle, one I yearned to unravel through careful observation, but urgency demanded action over analysis.
The battle was disorienting—pixies and other shapes darted within the murk, nearly impossible to track. We prevailed, though I found little joy in the chaos. Afterward, we surveyed the graveyard, now a frozen pond encasing a figure Malakar named a spirit of sorrow. While the others discussed her release, Lady Aria wanted the source of the darkness found, so Isenara wandered off towards the entrance into the temple's depths. We reached the temple stairs when light returned—the group had freed the spirit by easing her grief, and she rewarded us with illumination and a cryptic message: winter harbors dissenters, and shadow’s agents move among them. This intrigues me—what factions stir, and to what end?
Beneath the temple, we found images of past Longest Nights, their gifts hidden elsewhere. In another wing, an icy prison held souls from the Long Winter. I felt Drustanus’s presence stir within me, urging prayer. Their anguish was sharp at first, but as I spoke, it eased, and with Zaelith’s earnest aid—mirroring my words—we freed them all. It was a profound act, one I wish I could reflect on further, perhaps in quiet conversation with a scholar of spirits.
The final chamber revealed a fae with icy talons, controlling a lantern of Rhodante to drain light and strengthen herself—the darkness’s heart. Isenara focused on the lantern, helping wrest it from her power, while the others banished her. The artifact vanished, likely to its true owner, and clarity returned, though night still cloaked the world. Below, the city’s lanterns flickered back to life, a quiet beauty I could’ve studied for hours.
Selestiel’s report from Nyxthranis showed no activity, granting us rest. Morning brought gifts for those of us who’d reclaimed the lantern— ours was a holy symbol of Drustanus, as if its giver peered into my mind and saw what happened in the darkness. Who could know us so well? I’d love to discuss this mystery over a warm hearth.
Isenara's plans with Zhyrissa were disrupted, so she's making amends by preparing her breakfast, and leaving a jade lion statue—born of a magical envelope—and jewelry crafted for her horns as customary gifts for the holiday. She appears to be quite smitten with the drakania, as I have never experienced her do so much for someone else, let alone cook. She can't cook.
Great Libraries
3rd Brahmarusday of High Winter, Second Age 1853
1st Vaeraleusday of High Winter, Second Age 1853: We arrived in the Golden Elf city and took up residence at the Emerald Spire, a place of understated elegance that immediately struck me as a gateway to the city’s intellectual treasures. The city itself is a marvel—its graceful architecture a testament to elven ingenuity—but it’s the promise of its libraries and the chance to converse with its scholars that truly excites me.
On our first day, we observed a duel between a Telimbectar and his challenger, a striking demonstration of their martial traditions. The elegance of their movements was almost poetic, though I found myself more captivated by what the spectacle revealed about their culture than by the physical prowess on display. Thanks to Aelorna’s sharp wits, we secured a spot in a booth with the Speaker of Summer. What followed was a conversation I’ll not soon forget—engaging, insightful, and refreshingly cordial. To have such direct access to a figure of authority is a rare privilege, and Lady Aria held the conversation with confidence I came to expect of her. I listened and savored the chance to learn from their perspectives.
1st Qindirsday of High Winter, Second Age 1853: The morning brought an invitation to dine with the Speaker, a testament to the impression we’d made. I spent the day immersed in the city’s libraries, poring over texts about Sol Variar. The prevailing view casts them as a youthful cult, a fleeting phase for most elves, but I suspect there’s more to uncover—perhaps a carefully crafted veneer hiding a deeper purpose. The archives here are a scholar’s paradise, brimming with history and mystery. I could happily lose myself in them for weeks, tracing the threads of elven thought through the ages.
Dinner with the Speaker was a triumph of intellect and diplomacy. We built a rapport, and stirred their curiosity about Sol Variar and its ties to Luthais. They promised to share any future findings—a valuable outcome born not of rash action but of thoughtful dialogue. There’s a quiet thrill in seeing how words and ideas can forge connections and unlock possibilities.
3rd Brahmarusday of High Winter, Second Age 1853: We left the city on 1st Seojungsday and were back home by 2nd Vaeraleusday. Our visit has already paid dividends: trade with the Golden Elves is flourishing, and the flow of goods and ideas between us grows stronger. It’s proof that bridges built through understanding endure far longer than those forced by might. I was disappointed we had to depart so quickly, but responsibilities back home required our presence, but impressed by Isenara's ability to navigate negotiations with the golden elves and establishing a trade agreement with a nation historically hostile to ours.
The holidays ahead promise to be splendid. Bhazel’s tireless harvesting has filled our larders, and the feasts will celebrate both the end of the past year and beginning of a new one. I look forward to the gatherings—not for mere revelry, but for the chance to reflect and share stories with those I hold dear.
These past days have been rich with what I cherish most: the pursuit of knowledge, the spark of good conversation, and the quiet satisfaction of seeing careful efforts bear fruit. For me, this is the essence of a life well-lived—found not in the clamor of unplanned action, but in the steady rhythm of the mind at work.
Ascension
5th Seojungsday of Winter’s Chill, Second Age 1853
I sit now in a chamber of the Lothithil Estate, penning these thoughts as the weight of history presses in. This is where the Dancer of Death began—a tale absent from every tome I’ve scoured, their pages fixated on her divine reign rather than the mortal steps that led her there. To hear it from Lorelei, who walked beside her sister before she became a goddess, stirs something deep within me. It’s not just knowledge—it’s a bridge to a past I can almost touch, a story that makes me wonder what other truths lie buried beneath the surface of our world. It may have been a servant of Drustanus who saved our souls from oblivion, but without actions of Aenira and her companions, there would have been no Drustanus.
3rd Qindirsday of Winter’s Chill, Second Age 1853: The First Snow holiday brought a ship from Ioban, laden with supplies and settlers no one anticipated. They spoke of a letter from the halfling Horatio, their arrival cloaked in an unsettling shadow during the festival. I sifted through their manifests, seeking clues, but our departure loomed the next morning. What if we return to find Hithfaer subtly shifted—or seized? Lady Aria’s fury at Horatio’s carelessness landed him in a cell, stripped bare, a stark lesson in her intolerance for surprises.
4th Qindirsday of Winter’s Chill, Second Age 1853: We left on the 3rd Seojungsday for Forna Vasar, arriving today at this bustling coastal metropolis. The journey was quiet, leaving me to my thoughts as the city pulsed with its own life. My agents, sent to chase whispers of the chisel, returned disinterested—no surprise there. Dinner with Lady Aria’s mother was a study in tension, thick enough to choke on, until Aelorna’s song of fire and air realms, and Aria’s alliance between them, broke the silence. It was a fleeting harmony, but it lingered in my mind. To my surprise Lady Cavatina showed no interest in my activities. If she has decided to discard me, so be it, I have a stronger leader to follow now.
5th Seojungsday of Winter’s Chill, Second Age 1853: We departed at dawn, reaching the Lothithil estate’s coast by morning. Lady Gweyr greeted us, granting us freedom to explore where others faltered. We found a secret tunnel plunging into the earth, revealing a crypt from the dragon-ruled era and a shrine to Araneth. Luthais had already raided a hidden room behind the altar, taking what he sought, but the sword Lothithil—bound by blood to the family, as its plaque declared, was present in a secure case. When Gweyr claimed it, the blade reshaped into a rapier and spoke to us in our minds, a voice from ages past, returned to a vault long emptied.
At dinner, I listened as Lorelei unraveled the story of Aenira's ascent—how she and her companions cleansed winter of corruption. It’s a tale that pulls at me, urging me to ponder the threads of divinity and mortality, and what echoes of that power might still resonate here and question our connection to the Throne of Death. I have attempted to draw Lorelei's psionic attention to my mind, despite Isenara's being in charge at that moment, perhaps she can access some of our memories, like she saw those of Luthais', but this was not a subject for a dinner table.
Stories of Old
3rd Vaeraleusday of Winter’s Chill, Second Age 1853
1st Respitesday of Winter’s Chill, Second Age 1853: Back in Hithfaer, Lady Aria shuffled the council—Zaelith’s now Magister, Aelorna’s Emissary, and Isenara's got the Treasury, though I'm sure she's going to need my help with the books. It wasn’t a shock; Aelorna’s a natural with outsiders, and the Treasury suits Isenara's plans to shape things from within possibly better than her previous role. I met with Ilador, our first merchant, who’s earned a bigger role after betting on Lady Aria. We had a good talk—his insights could be useful.
Isenara went to see Zhyrissa, handing her the venom sample from the ruins. She’s got the time to poke at it, and I’m curious if she’ll find a defense against it or something more. There wasn’t much, but knowledge is its own reward. I enjoy seeing those two interact, Isenara deserves to be happy. I can only hope we will be able to solve our predicament in a way that will work out for everyone.
The townsfolk got loud about needing a tavern. Lady Aria shut it down fast, and I watched Daereth step up with the militia. His usual chill turned sharp, almost eager for violence. The crowd backed off, but I wonder how far he’d have gone.
2nd Amerysday of Winter’s Chill, Second Age 1853: A small boat brought Lorelei, a moon elf from Lady Lothithil, with news on Luthais. She swapped info with us—his movements match our guesses, and she hinted at his next move. He fled Lothithil lands, but why he stirred trouble there’s still a blank. A coup just for a cozy hideout? Doubtful, especially with his time in Loristia.
3rd Vaeraleusday of Winter’s Chill, Second Age 1853: I've been caught up in Lorelei’s pre-Sundering tales, and I’m loving it. Those old stories might hide something we can use, and I’m all ears for what’s buried in them. She says they are stories that Luthais told, and given what we've learned so far, it's quite possible they are first hand accounts from his own memories of his past incarnations.
Discovery of an Age
4th Judicsday of Autumns Edge, Second Age 1853
3rd Amerysday of Autumn’s Edge, Second Age 1853: The workers were certain they’d breach the ruins tomorrow, but last night, spider-like creatures jolted us awake. They hit hard and fast, catching us half-armored, yet we repelled them with surprising ease. Their venom piqued my interest—it’s a muscle relaxant, crippling but not fatal. With Lady Aria’s help, Isenara secured a sample; digging through guts of a dead monster is gross, but I have a hunch she'll be doing more of that from now on.
The next morning, we descended into the ruins, their age suggesting they predate even the ancient elven kingdoms. The Cataclysm must have thrust them upward. We faced odd creatures—neither fully alive nor dead—and deeper in, stumbled on a blood magic ritual circle. Before I could unravel its purpose, a grotesque, moving mass of flesh attacked us, all faces and limbs in a waxen horror. It was a brutal fight, but we endured. Isenara took cover behind a solid pillar, a strategy I wholeheartedly endorse. The circle hinted at resurrection magic, strangely independent of a body or soul, as if crafting a vessel for… something. I’m intrigued by what entity it might summon.
Exploring further, we found traces of recent use—a red hair dye container and a chest of subterfuge items, likely Luthais’. Secret rooms brimmed with ancient, pristine magical gear. Two finds stood out: a gate to the Shadow realm, which Lady Aria wisely buried, and scrolls marked with tree symbols and sacred geometry. Using a magnifying glass from among the treasures, Isenara was able to view the textin a manner readable to us both. It spoke of Araneth and world-creation, but it’s an unfamiliar telling—possibly a key to lost knowledge.
4th Judicsday of Autumn’s Edge, Second Age 1853: Back in Hithfaer, Isenara's infiltrators returned from Nyxthranis. Moon Elves fare better as slaves there than Snow Elves, who are despised as traitors—useful, but not revelatory. Celandor fixated on the scrolls, reading them unaided in a northern tribal tongue. He wants to study and share them before returning them to their people. Lady Aria agreed, though I hope she changes her mind, such text should not be given away for safekeeping, but studied for each possible drop of knowledge.
Mysteries Below
3rd Seojungsday of Autumn's Edge
3rd Seojungsday of Autumn's Edge, Second Age 1853: After Isenara's duties to the kingdom were concluded, we finally turned our attention to the coastal ruins we spotted when we first arrived. Nythara, brought along by Lady Aria, was a goldmine of information on blood magic. I was all ears, pretending Isenara was just taking notes for me, but I was the one truly eager to learn. I should make the time to meet with Nythara next time fighting isn't expected so Isenara can take a moment of reprieve. I have to admit, being along for the ride can be quite relaxing as long as we're not in mortal peril.
We got there on the 2nd Brahmarusday, and while the dwarves started digging, we explored. Isenara was my eyes, while I reached into the depths of my knowledge for any connections. Nythara pointed out some barely visible markings. Talindra suggested they might be connected to Araneth, a deity whose worship has faded into legend. This could mean we've stumbled upon something significant - ruins not just of any civilization but possibly a sacred site for an ancient god. What could this mean for the practice of magic here? If these ruins are indeed dedicated to Araneth, they might hold secrets of lost magic, wonders of the creator god.
The morning of the 2nd Seojungsday was interrupted by Zaelith's screams cause by a nightmare. They were muted from my position deep within our shared mind, but even I was shaken from the slumber.
The next day passed without incident, but the prospect of accessing deeper parts of the ruin, potentially full of artifacts from the Age of Wonder, kept my curiosity alight. Tomorrow we head below.
New Worlds
2nd Respitesday of High Autumn, Second Age 1853
1st Respitesday of Autumn's Edge, Second Age 1853: This expedition has stretched longer than any before, and we've finally set foot on new soil on the fourth respitesday of High Autumn. The land we charted was intriguing, but the real curiosity came the next day with the discovery of these strange wooly creatures, surviving off the dead grubs. They seem to possess an innate ability to distinguish between the living and the undead - a fascinating adaptation. I wonder if they could be studied further for insights into combating undeath. Lady Aria's decision to bring them back to Hithfaer was wise. Encounters with the undead horde following their tracks were a chance to test the mask I crafted, imbued with Drustanus' magic. What does this spirit have planned for us? We are not clerics, yet we've been granted these abilities. The implications are vast, and I'm eager to understand more.
On the fifth day, we reached the nexus where fire and air ley lines clashed. The firenado was a spectacle, but the portal at its base was what truly captured my curiosity. What could lie beyond? When Lady Aria entered a trance and came to a decision to cross through, my mind raced with possibilities of what realms we might encounter - a place of pure fire or perhaps something entirely unexpected. The passage was agonizing, but the sight on the other side was unparalleled. Two armies, one of fire, one of air, in a battle where no one truly died. This suggested a form of combat governed by strict rules, possibly magical or spiritual in nature. I was keenly interested in the dynamics of such a conflict.
Lady Aria's negotiation with the fire side was a masterclass in diplomacy and magic. In less than two days, we not only witnessed but facilitated the birth of a new demiplane - one of smoke. This new realm, a fusion or perhaps a compromise between fire and air, opens up so many questions about the balance of elemental planes. Does this new plane strengthen or weaken the individual realms of fire and air? Could it serve as a buffer or perhaps even a conduit for new forms of magic? The implications for our understanding of planar interactions are profound. The portal closed, but the knowledge we've gained, and the potential for future alliances within this smoke realm, are invaluable. Lady Cavatina would be astounded; her daughter's achievements are monumental.
The return was uneventful, which suited me fine - it allowed time for reflection on what we had witnessed. The herd's relocation was an accidental boon, letting us explore more of this side of the mountains without retracing our steps.
2nd Respitesday of High Autumn, Second Age 1853: Correspondence from Lady Gweir came, but with Lady Aria's focus turned towards the sea and the ruins off our coast, I've invited Lady Gweir or her envoy to Hithfaer. The potential for new alliances and knowledge from Eglasil is not to be missed, especially now as we prepare for another venture. I'm eager to ensure these ruins hold no threats and perhaps unravel some ancient secrets that could shed light on our new discovery.
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Frustrations
3rd Respitsday of High Autumn, Second Age 1853
1st Amerysday of High Autumn, Second Age 1853: The storm that battered our ship on the way to Eglasil was exhilarating, the chaos of the sea a welcome thrill.
2nd Seojungsday of High Autumn, Second Age 1853: I was barred from the library in Eglasil, which left me in no mood for company. Isenara and Aelorna took the chance to dig into Luthais's dark deeds, his murderous rampage, and his plot against House Lothithil. The rest of the group had better luck gaining access, and found the missing pieces for the nature of the chisel. Turns out it's quite a powerful artifact, possibly sentient. I wonder what kind of power such an object may hold.
3rd Judicday of High Autumn, Second Age 1853: The journey back was disappointingly calm, but even just the breeze of a ship cutting through air was enough for me to enjoy.
3rd Respitsday of High Autumn, Second Age 1853: We will be leaving on another expedition soon, and again Isenara will do her best to keep us safe, or nearly get us killed again. Back in Forna Vassar, we didn't spend nearly as much time away, so it feels like she gets control disproportionally more often. When we're back, it will be my time to enjoy. I do hope we can figure out a solution to our predicament though. But what will it be? Will we be able to become separate individuals again? Will we become one consciousness? I don't even know what I would prefer, and neither does Isenara.
Knowledge Ahead
1st Judicday of High Autumn, Second Age 1853
3rd Brahmarusday of Rising Autumn, Second Age 1853:
Scouts returned, Isenara finished some formula work. I'm slowly withering away here.
1st Judicday of High Autumn, Second Age 1853:
Malakar went to talk with shadow elves. Isenara is building some spy network. Galdirion came to talk to Aria about undead and moon elves. Aria and the group returned. Shadow elf city has slaves, including new moon elves. Arrangements made for their safety.
We're heading to the moon elf city, Eglasil. As any established elven city, they are bound to possess extensive libraries, potentially filled with ancient knowledge and texts on magic and alchemy that could expand our understanding significantly. This might just be the most interesting part of this whole ordeal. I'm taking charge of this part of the trip, Isenara can take the back seat for this.
Strange relationships
2nd Respitsday of Rising Autumn, Second Age 1853
2nd Respitsday of Rising Autumn, Second Age 1853: The day after our return, Isenara was eager to meet with Daereth, ostensibly to thank him. But I've noticed her eyes linger on him longer than necessary, her voice softer when she speaks to him. There's a curiosity, a wonder if perhaps Isenara harbors desires for something more intimate with him. It's intriguing to watch, to feel the flutter of her heart as if it were my own, though I remain an observer, tucked away in the recesses of our shared consciousness.
Later that day, Isenara brought Zhyrissa and Drin together, an attempt to unite the alchemical minds of our community. Watching her interact with Zhyrissa, there's this strange thrill for me, a voyeuristic delight in observing the subtle dance of their romance. There's an unspoken chemistry, a connection that's both fascinating and a bit thrilling to witness from my unseen vantage point.
Drin's approach to alchemy, however, is the polar opposite of how I do research. His methods are chaotic, a whirlwind of experimentation where I prefer order, precision, and a methodical approach. Seeing him work, with vials and flasks scattered like leaves in a storm, it's almost like watching art in its wild, untamed form. It's both frustrating and fascinating, a stark reminder of the diversity in our craft. His chaos is a contrast to my order, yet there might be something to learn from his madness.
The Truth Revealed
4th Amerysday of Summer's Twilight, SA 1853
3rd Respitesday of Summer's Twilight, SA 1853: I've been a silent observer in Isenara's mind as we ventured into the ruins, where the digging crew had uncovered something extraordinary. The entrance we found was sealed with a lock that required more than just strength to open, but cunning and patience too. Once inside, we faced trials, each one themed around the constellations of Eraneth. The trial of the Actor was particularly revealing; Zaelith tried to clear the air about his family's curse, but it wasn't enough to satisfy the magic. Then, it was Isenara's turn, and she hesitated before confessing our unique situation - that we share this body. The mask accepted her truth, allowing us to move forward.
Eventually, we reached a chamber where sitting at a grand table meant our minds would connect, any lie instantly known to all. Isenara wisely decided to show rather than tell, and there I was, brought forth to face the scrutiny of our companions. I answered all their questions, explaining our life from my perspective. Malakar, though, seemed unconvinced, suspecting it might be a case of a fractured psyche rather than two distinct souls in one body. But for that moment, I had my voice, and I made it clear that we are indeed two, not one.
4th Amerysday of Summer's Twilight, SA 1853: Isenara's impulsiveness while the magic users attempted to wrestle the control of the primal vortex has once again led to our body being battered and broken. This was our second attempt, and while we did manage to forge a ley line of primal air magic, the cost was high. Isenara's invention worked, directing this new flow of energy towards the town, but she pushed too hard, too fast, without concern for taking much cover. Our body, our shared vessel, now aches with fresh wounds, not even fully healed from the last encounter. I can feel every bruise, every cut, as if they were mine alone, yet they are ours.
The Long Nights of Study
1st Judicday of Summer's Twilight, SA 1853
1st Judicday of Summer's Twilight, SA 1853: This has been the most wonderful time in this settlement so far. Over a month spent on nothing but study, and mostly uninterrupted as well! I spent my time in the library under the temple, making sure to catalogue everything as much as possible. Talindra joined me and proved herself instrumental in making significant progress into research of the mysterious chisel. It gave me time to look further into my dream from when Isenara nearly died. Apparently masks is something Drustanus is quite fond of, and I think I can imbue such an object with some of his divine energy to assist Isenara in fighting the undead, and gods know there are a lot of them in these parts. Unfortunately it won't be completed until after she's back from the beach where that wreck landed spewing out more of them. She will have to manage one more encounter without one.
Nightmare
4th Judicday of Summer's Dawn, Second Age 1853
2nd Quindirsday of Summer's Dawn, Second Age 1853: Another piece of lost civilization restored. I'm looking forward to the day when there are no more ruins within a month's travel. I think that's when I will feel comfortable calling these lands reclaimed. Lady Aria had all the important people come to a meeting. Isenara says the plan is to learn as much as we can about the chisel first, so I intend to as much as time as I can towards that research.
3rd Judicday of Summer's Dawn, Second Age 1853: Isenara died. I'm not exaggerating, I've not dreamt it. Well, technically I have but it felt so real. I felt myself reaching out to her, trying to hold onto her so I won't lose her. Then that featureless face, I don't know how but I felt like I knew that face. I felt being pulled away from Isenara, and then, when that face appeared, we were back together again. First thing I remember after waking up is tears on my face, but I also knew Isenara would be alright.
4th Judicday of Summer's Dawn, Second Age 1853: The expedition returned a few days ago, and immediately I knew I wasn't dreaming, Isenara bore new scars around her eyes, like something washed the color off of her skin. I have no doubt they would be much worse if Talindra wasn't the one taking care of her. She has a talent to make wounds disappear with no trace that one. I spent the time since poring over my books, trying to find some reference to that face. Only when I reached for a newer tome I found some references. The new court of death employed many spirits who accompany departed souls on their path through the afterlife, I haven't found anything specific about the featureless one, but I am sure it was one of those creatures, somehow keeping us together. I need to find more information, Forna Vasar is still too preoccupied with growth and survival in these hostile lands, but perhaps the other elven kingdoms had more luxury to research these restored spirit realms.
Mysteries from the Past and the Channeling Rod
5th Respitesday of Fading Spring, Second Age 1853
2nd Respitesday of Fading Spring, Second Age 1853: The settlement was busy this past week with many projects that people worked on coming to completion. Under Nymeria's direct supervision, they have cleared all rubble immediately around the current center of the village, making room for the future constructions. I've heard talk about supporting trade taking priority, and while I understand the need, I keep hoping we will be able to establish a proper library soon. I have been spending days walking up the hill into the small one under the temple in the meantime. On one such trip I saw Zaelith and Malakar discussing something near the entrance so I stopped to listen in. Malakar asked me about finding the most accurate version of historical events, so I had to explain to him that it's not so simple as to find one book, but that it takes a process of cross referencing and comparing written accounts that can sometimes take months or even years to complete. It seems like he is seeking information about something very specific, but he didn't elaborate and I didn't press. I will tell Isenara and she can ask him, yes that will be better.
5th Respitesday of Fading Spring, Second Age 1853: Since Isenara returned, we have been busy building some device. She explained she wanted to build something based off of the principle of lightning rods, allowing to capture and direct the power of a primal maelstrom. I dug deep into my knowledge of arcane and primal powers, while she built the device. It took the better part of the week, but we created something marvelous if I do say so myself. I would love to see it in action, but would also prefer to stay as far from uncontrolled primal magic as possible. Isenara's stories will have to do for now.
Death and Fae
2nd Judicday of Fading Spring, Second Age 1853
2nd Judicday of Fading Spring, Second Age 1853: The expedition returned from the catacombs with news of ghosts, portals, and ancient libraries, but other than news, they returned with a fascinating creature. Fae being trapped in a body of a mortal, imprisoned since shortly after winter's blight, tortured by followers of Leowyn, he resisted the shadow's influence long enough for them to give up and imprison him instead. He may possess invaluable knowledge, but I need to be careful. Simply because someone lived through events, doesn't mean they have accurate knowledge of them, or even if they possess knowledge sufficient to understand what they lived through. I would have spoken to him already, but as soon as he arrived, he left with a team to deal with some undead, and almost immediately after Lady Aria took him with the expedition to resolve the issue of the necromantic wellspring on our borders.
They returned today, with news of an ancient oak that was corrupted by death, and ready to pacify the ghosts that have so far made the library within the catacomb off limits. I hope that after tonight, Lady Aria will allow me to access these tomes of knowledge. Who knows what lost lore has been hidden within.
Quiet
5th Respitesday of High Spring, Second Age 1853
5th Respitesday of High Spring, Second Age 1853: It has been a rather uneventful month. Sure there were scouts sent out, reports of problems outside of the settlement, but nobody attacked us in the middle of the night and we haven't had any undead sightings in the vicinity. I could get used to it. Homes for the Lady's council were finished first and I was able to put my books away somewhere cool and dry. They may not be rare or special, but they're mine.
I stayed away from the New Year's celebrations, they are definitely not my thing, too many people in one place, but the rumors of a stairwell into the hill under temple that supposedly appeared shortly after certainly piqued my interest. I hope there that means something there was magically sealed and survived relatively unscathed. Lady Aria will be taking a team there tomorrow, so I hope Isenara will be back with exciting news.
New Beginnings
5th Amerysday of Spring's Birth, Second Age 1852
5th Qindirsday of Spring's Birth, Second Age 1852: The expedition team returned from the ruins late in the day, Isenara told me that they've dispatched a zombie lord who controlled the undead in the city and that we should have little trouble clearing out the rest of them from now on. It will still be an arduous and gruesome work though as there are hundreds of them scattered across the ruins. I am sincerely looking forward to some calm around here.
As Isenara was traipsing about the ruins, I realized that we are going to need to build not just the physical structures, but also a variety of social groups and networks will form as well. Back in Forna Vasar we relied on Lady Cavatina's information, our here we don't have such luxury. I brought it up with sister and we agreed to start making plans on how to solve this conundrum.
5th Amerysday of Spring's Birth, Second Age 1852: The remaining ships started offloading supplies and Lady Aria formally named her future domain. We shall be known as Eriador, with Hithfaer as its capital. She also selected her advisors, and Isenara was given the privilege of an Emissary. This will greatly help in solving our problem of lack of information. We each have our own way of approaching things, and as always, working together will bring us the best possible results. I am finally getting excited about this adventure.
Source of the Dead
5th Qindirsday of Spring's Birth, Second Age 1852
5th Qindirsday of Spring's Birth, Second Age 1852: As I'm writing this entry, Isenara is preparing to head out with the strike force to attack what we believe is the source of the force controlling the undead and sending them our way. I wish I could go with her, to help identify any magic that may be at work, but I've never been good in a fight, and Lady Aria herself and several other members of the team are versed in magic so they should be fine. And if Isenara was actually listening to me, and not just pretending that she did, some of what I told her should have rubbed off.
The undead attack two nights ago was terrifying, I really hope we will be able to cleanse these ruins of the walking dead and start rebuilding process. Was it a bad idea to go on such a dangerous expedition? I'll have to trust Isenara's judgement on this. In the meantime, I need to make sure the fire stays lit and warm so that my books don't soak all this moisture that's in the air. It would be a terrible start of a new library if all the books are soggy.
Among the Sunken Ruins
4th Respitesday to 5th Judicday of Spring's Birth, Second Age 1852
4th Respitesday of Spring's Birth, Second Age 1852: The day was quiet after the sounds of fighting at the docks subsided. It was good to enjoy the gentle swaying of the ship anchored among the ancient ruins of our people. Then the rain started and everything got worse. Shortly after calls from the crow's nest pointed out the top of the hill where a temple was supposedly located, it seemed like a cold, wintery light briefly intensified before fading from view behind the ridge of the hill. Something must've happened up there. I bet Isenara was involved.
5th Judicday of Spring's Birth, Second Age 1852: Lady Aria returned with the expedition and we are starting to send landing crews onto shore. Looks like we're going to restore this ruin after all. Exciting days ahead.
Voyage at Sea
2nd Judicday to 4th Respitesday of Spring's Birth, Second Age 1852
2nd Judicday of Spring's Birth, Second Age 1852: I think I remembered to pack everything I needed. Lady Cavatina would not let me take any of her tomes, so I was only able to take what I copied myself, and a few tomes that nobody will miss. I plan to stay in the cabin the entire trip unless something interesting happens.
2nd Seojungday of Spring's Birth, Second Age 1852: Spring Ley Line, this will be worth looking further into as soon as we establish a proper library, maybe we'll be able to make contact with Velthanor and exchange some knowledge.
3rd Qindirsday of Spring's Birth, Second Age 1852: I don't know what Isenara was complaining about, the storm was like a rocking crib, put me right to sleep. Maybe it was something she ate.
4th Seojungday of Spring's Birth, Second Age 1852: Fire Ley Line, and so close to our planned landing site. This will be a priority.
4th Respitesday of Spring's Birth, Second Age 1852: Isenara is preparing to land with Lady Aria and the rest of the forward team, I wish her luck.
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