Fate of the Fey

A New Dawning

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So, another trip, another run in with xivorts. Only this time, we had to deal with panthers they were using too. It was weird. It seemed as though nothing could go right for us. Cruen kept getting knocked down, Claern would mess up his spells, and Ardisia was more interested with jumping on rocks. Even as well as I normally do, I still was taken down in the end. When we started to come to, we woke to find our stuff still on us and Cruen returning to claim he drove off the rest of the xivorts. Considering how he was handling himself, I didn’t really believe him. But the fuckers were gone and our stuff intact, maybe he’s proving to be more useful than I thought.

After leaving the woods, we found a road leading in the direction we needed and followed it to a nearby village. It was there we learned of where Illudok prison sat as well as a massive dragon guarding it. It seems we’ll be having more trouble with this than expected. Deciding to drown out how lousy I’m feeling, I went to the bar to get drunk. It didn’t seem to take long to hit the point where everything is fuzzy. I do remember talking with Cruen and being invited up to his room…



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A Hard Day's Walk

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It’s hard to not be distraught at this point; my new companions are not comparable to those who I’ve had the “luck” to travel with before. Their willingness to just set off cross country with no real plan, no communication with locals, and their feet guided basically by fate, is something I cannot allow to continue if I am going to travel with them. There is no excuse for avoiding the road, whether or not it would have added time to the travel we would have probably avoided such a brutal fight where enemies were able to surround us and attack from barely a stones throw away before we saw them. I was reminded how much I dislike hidden attackers, the battle has no honor unlike the art of dueling where it is your skill at arms that determines your success. This guerrilla combat favors the coward.

I just have to thank the resilience that the human side of my ancestry has given me because it helped me stand up again and again against lucky shots that these foes struck upon me. I was impressed by the capabilities of some of my companions, but disappointed and even enraged by the incompetence of others. From now on if they insist on traveling cross unknown terrain I shall require that we hire a skilled guide that I find trustworthy. Luckily for my companions I was there to drive off the attackers at the very end, I awoke from a brief unconscious spell (the result of the brutal assault that almost seemed focused on me) just after Ardisia was knocked out. Taking to my feet I slew some number of enemies and pursued the fleeing remainder into the forest, my rage being piqued.

Returning to the party after my anger subsided, I helped make safe camp and organize sleeping shifts. It seems that even though these companions have been attacked several times, they fail to see a seriousness in it. Their reactions seemed to be almost ambivalence, as they related stories of other defeats such as this that had happened to them, stating that all that had happened was that their belongings were scattered about. I find this hard to comprehend; there is no reason to expect them to continue to send such a soft message when the companions have not seemed to understand that these xivorts feel us trespassers, and not only that but it may soon reach the time when they will pay us back for the blood that we have spilled in our defense.

Shortly thereafter we found a road, and, as we all continued to nurse injuries from that fight, it was much easier to convince them to follow the road. It was not long before we came across a town and with that, information and potential safety as long as everyone behaves. We soon found that we had wandered into sight of the prison and hopefully I’ll be able to learn enough about it to allow us safe access to the inside so that we can talk to the elf we were sent after. Until then though this town seems to have enough to entertain a bard with a love of wine and perhaps I can learn more about the interesting members of the group that I have thrown in with.



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Winter's Chill

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13 Nightal Year of the Ageless One

Perhaps it is just me, but it seems winter even touches the Feywild. There is a crisp chill in the air that seems quite refreshing. For some reason I always liked the feel of the cold in the depths of winter. I wonder if it will snow here. I hear snow can be quite beautiful.

This last month has been annoying, but I finally may be able to do something about it. I was forced to stay away from my family for all our sakes, as was evident when I tried to work my way back through the passage. I was arrested in my own town. It was a humiliation I never want to go through again. If there is one thing I need to do, it is to no longer be a fugitive in my own home.

There is hope however. There is a lady named Aowyn in Illudok prison that can help take care of the Xivorts which can go a long way to clearing my name. I’m nervous about what type of person this Aowyn is and how she ended up in prison, but beggars can’t be choosers, and if this will keep me from getting arrested in my own town, I’m willing to take the chance.

The question is how will this help us take care of the Xivorts. I’m not sure that I would really be willing to kill them all in pursuit of a safer passageway. I never really wanted to kill the ones that we met, but they really don’t give me a choice. They constantly attack me, when I have done nothing against them.

If we don’t eradicate them, what can we offer them that they would see of value. These creatures have done nothing but attack us for their own sick pleasure. Surely they cannot all be this terrible, some of them must have more of a moral code. I find it hard to believe that they all wish to torture and pester travelers for nothing. If they don’t want after something else, however, what can we offer them that they would see as valuable.

All I know is that I need to find a way to end their threat soon. Ahrelle’s birthday is in 20 days and I will not miss it for the world.



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New Friends, Lovely Ladies

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After my continued wandering through the “lovely” forest kingdom and the dalelands, I, Cruendalas Silverwing the bard have come to what I expected to be a quiet little burb named Drullyndra. Much to my surprise the town seems be undergoing some drastic growth because of something referred to as “the Passage”. As far as I’ve been able to ascertain it is a breach between the material and the Feywild, and it is the key point to a major diplomatic break between Cormyr and Myth Drannor. I’ve been lucky enough to find eager customers interested in entertainment as they rest from the wearies of the road, so I have been able to pay for lodging and food without drawing down my personal supply, however I am not sure how many times I can tell the tale of Ricard the Bard’s wooing of the Lady Olivia and his following duel with Benjamin Dannihyr, (in which Ricard defeated the noble born sword fighter resulting in an injury leaving him physically less than a man, however should the rumors—that Ricard were fond of repeating—be true it could be inferred that not only did the attack require supreme accuracy but it would be no great loss to maidens of Amn.)

Luckily I have had the fortune of meeting an interesting group of companions who, as fate would have it, are willing to accept my companionship that I may get a chance to explore the Feywild and gather stories that would certainly provide me with plenty of opportunities to earn more during my minstrel travels.



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And One More Makes Five

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Well, instinct prevailed for me this time. With no Purple Dragons at the Passage, I convinced someone taking a pilgrimage to trade clothes with me. A good thing too since Myth Drannor guards inside arrested the person who had traded me.

Once I was in Drullyndra, I posed as a traveler at the Shaded Dragon so no one would be wise to who I really was. That way I was able to retrieve what I had left behind when I ran, my staff being the biggest item. The acquaintance I had with some group was waiting for me, complimenting me on my work to make the Passage more secure. But, like every other place I searched, he had no information for me. So after he left, I wrapped up my staff so it would be less of a tell and ventured down to the common room. Which is where I met… him, a man drawing way too much attention to himself with his gaudy hat was endlessly playing a drinking song.

I guess the trip back, the almost arresting, the lack of any result from what I did, and everything else came to a head when he wouldn’t stop playing that one… Damn… Song. I walked over and told him to pick something new. And oh boy, he somehow decided I was some lovestruck little girl, and started playing something that would have had him laughed right out of Silverymoon. Really? Did I look like someone who wanted to put up with that? At least my normal worshipers stay quiet as they bask in my glory. Eh. Maybe I was a little harsh on him but something tells me he had it coming anyway.

Anyway, the next day while I was enjoying a quiet lunch alone, I was interrupted by Magpie of all people. And she had the guy from last night in tow. Guess he doesn’t have much in the way of standards, hitting on both of us with wine in his hands and trying to ply us with drinks. But he did prove useful, giving Magpie and I a distraction so we could leave for her house and talk more there. And wouldn’t you know? Ardisia was there. Magpie’s place was trashed at first glance but I really didn’t pay it much mind. Instead, I focused more on the personal attacks against me from both Magpie and Ardisia. Like I was the sole person who decided to support the Purple Dragons.

As I was defending myself, that guy showed back up. He introduced himself, finally, as Cruen…. something. I wasn’t really caring at the moment. I also got to find out Magpie was going to get married and how her future husband changed her views on Fate. Damn that word, Fate. Ardisia, being the person who likes to bluntly club someone in the head, started to really grate on my nerves in regards to Fate. Again. And, I admit, I lost my temper this time. If Magpie’s house hadn’t been grounded, I would have probably screwed everything. I’ve just been having a harder and harder time keeping a hold on my anger lately.

Well, my divinity got brought up and Cruen displayed a level of brains I previously didn’t think him capable of, giving me some proper worship. But that’s when Claern showed up, telling us Ganden was looking for us. We met up with him at the Shaded Dragon where he gave us some information about someone who could help us with our xivort mission from the Coronal to get back in her good graces. He also came through for me, telling me he heard whispers of what I’m looking for being in the Feywild. So, deciding to have the one who wasn’t connected to us before join us, we gained Cruen into our group and journeyed back for the Feywild to help get the person Ganden directed us to out of a prison.



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Idle Hands...

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I’m bored. And restless. And bothered. I’m very bothered by the fact that this group of “adventurers” I’ve been with is so… I don’t know… maybe the word is inconsistent? We get one step forward and then trip three feet back. We can’t seem to stay together, or even agree on anything. Magpie is lost and we aren’t even allowed to go find her because Kris does whatever she wants, and loudly. I can’t believe she thinks she’s holy…

So We came to Bellasee. Claern has been busy with his “master” and Kris has been sitting under a storm cloud glowering at me. I haven’t really been doing anything. I practice with my sword a little bit every day. Occasionally I’ll join Claern in a duel, but it’s mostly for his benefit. The only useful thing I learned was just an improvement on my power strike- which I never use anyway. I’ve done a lot of sitting in trees and watching the water trickle down a tiny little stream. Do you know what bothers me the most? I haven’t learned anything about finding Fern. I have done NOTHING useful in the last two months. I’ve just been feeling more and more disgruntled and miserable. I feel like I don’t have any friends and I have failed my sister. What if she has been holding out for help and If I ever do find her it will have been too late. If only I wasn’t sitting on my ass right now!

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ARGH!! I can’t stand it anymore. this is stupid. I’m not hanging around here any more waiting for Claern and Kris. I’m going back to Drullyndra and starting my search all over again. I’ll go back and try to find some information. Maybe go talk to that shoe mender guy (what a scum bag!) I should probably try to disguise myself somehow. A hair cut and a cloak might be enough…

Well, here goes….

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I left Bellasee with out even telling Claern or Kris. I made my way back to the Passage avoiding the forest areas that I knew the xivorts like to roam. I reached the Passage, and from there the closer I got to Drullyndra the more hesitant I got. What am I actually going to be able to do on my own? Aww crap….

I reached town and had the burning urge to go visit my mom. I was pretty sure that my father was at his workshop so I went home. (Man that feels weird to say…) I was almost surprised that she wasn’t angry at me. When she saw me she knew me and pulled me in for a hug. I am not ashamed to say that I stood there hugging my mom and cried. I didn’t realize how much I missed her. After a bit we sat together in the kitchen sipping some herbal tea and talked. I told her everything that had happened. She smiled and told me she was proud of me. And laughed at my ‘disguise’. Finally, she suggested I not give up so soon on my companions. Maybe they can help. And maybe we should go get some dinner together. I think she just wanted to get out of the house, especially after I told her about the new cook at the Shaded Dragon. I tried to convince her it was a bad idea for me to be seen there, but she was determined. So I guess I’m going to have dinner at the Shaded Dragon with my mom.



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Training

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23 Uktar Year of the Ageless One

It has been a tenday since the Coronal showed up in Drullyndra. I’ve been forced to Bellasee and haven’t seen my family since. I know it is for the best that I’m not there. It is strange that now when I can’t just go home, I long to be with them even more. I have been putting that anxiousness into training. If I can become more powerful, than I can go where I please.

I have been working hard to combine my magic and my swordplay more smoothly. It isn’t easy to cast a spell while watching for an opening in someone’s defense and defend myself. Earlier this evening, Master Tethir had me catching and throwing rocks as part of my training. I feared that he had to much to drink and was just being amused by child’s play. Each pass would come quicker than the last, slowly building speed until catching and trowing became one smooth motion instead of two. That is when it dawned on me what I was doing wrong in my training. I was treating my attacks as separate actions instead of flowing from one to the next. When I thanked him for his insight, he in normal fashion drunkenly replied, “I was just having fun, but now you’ve ruined it.”

My study on the book I bought is going well also. It is supposed to be a ritual that can help find nearly anything when one is lost. This is a much more difficult read than any book I’ve ever read before, and much less entertaining, but it is interesting seeing the words and rune of magic lying before me. If I ever figure this one out, I will have to save up to buy others.



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A New Path

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I have adoring disciples. I was trying to talk to one of them, but Ardisia kept butting in about how I’m not holy and am nothing to anyone. Like hell. I’m Krisatra Dragontongued. I’ve amazed and astounded with my tales, traveled the lands in pursuit of entertainment, and helped the others find out just where they fit into all of this. I had to leave before I called down my divine storm fury on her.

We still don’t have Magpie with us since we can’t make it to Cormyr right now. We ended up getting Claern drunk at the tavern and watched him try to patch things up with his wife.

But the Coronal showed up to make a public announcement that she isn’t for the current state of affairs in Drullyndra. We went before her and she asked us how far we had infiltrated the group responsible for them even showing up. In talking with her, I helped get us all an exit from the town without having to deal with the chance of being imprisoned.

So I’ve been laying low out here in the feywild in Bellasee. I’ve been needing to see how I can expand my storm powers in bigger displays. Something for Ardisia and any who would mean me harm to think about first. And I think I have something now. It’s quite fun really and the xivorts tend to get a real charge out of it. I’ve also been practicing with my lyre more in the off chance I can get the sound of it down to start playing some actual songs. I’m thinking it’s getting close to Deepwinter but I haven’t bothered to look for a calender of any kind. I should probably head back to Drullyndra at some point…



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Purple Dragons or Foreign Devils

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12 Uktar Year of the Ageless One

We are now throwing our weight behind the Purple Dragons. I fear what this might mean. While I do believe that we should protect ourselves from the monsters that lurk in the feywild, I worry that they may be going too far. It sounds as if they want to search everyone, and restrict the freedom of the passage. They want to set up a fort just outside of our territory and restrict what flows in.

I’m certain that the Coronal should hear of this when we meet her. It is not that I want to start a war; I would prefer this to be settled peacefully. That may be hard to accomplish now though. The troops are already in Drullyndra and don’t seem willing to be turned from their quest.

There is also the fact that Kris publicly supported the plan. I recognize she must be speaking her mind, but does she not realize that when one of us speaks it is reflected upon the whole party. I don’t think the Coronal will look kindly us supporting foreign troops setting up a fort just on the other side of the Passage. I will try to support her, even though I’m not fully convinced that this is a good plan.

It has been many months since we discovered the Passage, and nothing majorly dangerous has come through. I’ve never even heard of xivorts sneaking through the passage. I fail to see why we need so much security. We are not facing an eminent war with the elves from the twilight realm. However, how will they see this encroachment on their territory? Will they not also be worried what is truly going on with humans bullying anyone that goes near the passageway?

We need to find someone more impartial to guard the cave, to protect the balance between security and bullying. Someone who will not be motivated by greed, politics, or fear, but rather the desire to protect both sides. Where will we find someone with that motivation? If that man exists, he would be of a rare breed.

I wish to protect both sides, but not now. There is something out there I need to find. It is calling me, it is getting stronger all the time. It fuels my desire to find it, but the object of my obsession has yet to lead me anywhere. What is this drive I feel that would make me leave my family, my tavern, and everything I’ve devoted myself to up to this point? I feel guilty about leaving, but I must find what is calling me.



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A Change in Course

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People of Drullyndra, hear me…
I can’t believe this happened. We did well with another xivort attack. I even managed to help out Clearn and Kyriel before they could succumb to the xivort fuckers. But that wasn’t the oddest thing. When we got back to Drullyndra, there were Purple Dragons everywhere. Turned out they were prompting a conflict of sorts in the town. Some wanted to limit access through the Passage, some wanted to seal it completely, and others wanted to keep it open to anyone who wanders through.
The Purple Dragons offer us alliance…
My… Well, I guess I should call him an acquaintance right now, showed up when I was trying to push through the crowd to follow the others in order to meet with the person in charge of this gathering. He said I should make sure my friends, and Kyriel, were on the right side of the current conflict. Which meant convincing them that the Purple Dragons, who would be on the Feywild side of The Passage, should be there to help protect everyone on our side of things. But in order to be on their list of cleared people, we needed to convince the others outside to agree with this line of thinking.
We can only do so much…
So it ended up I would speak for everyone. But as I walked up, the others deserted me up there. Ardisia hid in the crowd and Clearn vanished altogether. I’m a little upset with that, since we needed to go up looking united in this decision but what could I do? The people were waiting for me to captivate them with what I had to say. I kind of wish I had more time to come up with something truly epic but a good storyteller works with what they have. And did I. I brought the people to their knees in adoration. Ardisia came back up near where I was, no doubt looking to bask in the residual glow of praise from the people that I wrought myself. There was an annoying guy who came up and almost ruined everything but I managed to gloss over his little outburst with the true beauty that was my small speech. You know? This scale of adoration? A girl could get used to this…



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