Fate of the Fey

Do Birds Dream?

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I open my eyes and look around my room—blast that ranger who kidnapped me back to this level of the nine hells of the Crownsilver estate—something is strange. My bed and lace sheets are gone. My walls are gone. Instead, I’m standing in the middle of a battlefield full of the dead. More magic? Is my room one of those ‘thin places’ where we can cross over? No, that’s not right…everything is surreal, like it is not really there. It’s a dream, just like Moonbeam described. I tried to focus on details – the cut of the armor on some of the dead; it’s from Myth Drannor! I can’t touch them; they fade away, practically melt away. I walk through the legion of dead in the field, but cannot seem to make any more identifications. Before long, the entire dream melts away and I awake in a heavy sweat in my sheets, my mind decided; to stop this vision of the death, I will escape my father and his wicked ambitions again, with the help of that merchant’s son.

Somethings is growing in me, the very idea that I must be forced into marriage is horrible. I want to be free, and am beginning to see that everyone should have freedom. Freedom to chose how they live, who they are with, and what they do. Eventually when I return to my Drullyndra, I hope our friend the tailor has some new leads on that slavery ring.



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Fate or Coincidence?

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9 Uktar Year of the Ageless One

Is there really fate in the world? I never really believed in it, I just figured that things happened. I guess I don’t want to think that there really is a power out there that can control or shape the future. I don’t think anyone has the right to shape another’s future, whether or not that works out better for that person. Recent events have me wondering is fate really among us, or just a strange coincidence.

As of this morning we woke up unsure of where to go or how to proceed. We didn’t know where Magpie was, or even where we were. With the lack of a better plan we went downstream in hopes that we might find a town. Not only did we find a town, but it was a town that saw us as some sort of prophesied heroes. If that wasn’t odd enough they were able to help us find our way to Magpie.

Maybe we were just lucky, but I never was this lucky. Everything seemed to fall into place, unlike everything else we have tried since we started traveling together. The fact that we were just walking along and an answer delivered itself, isn’t really lucky, it is something intervening. While the help is nice, I’m not sure how I feel about it coming from some unknown entity. Do they really have our best interests in mind, or is someone setting us up.

It is not that I don’t trust the powerful beings—I trust Corellon’s wisdom and guidance—I don’t like the idea that the gods or some powerful spirit can guide my life to what he wants. It should be my life to lead, I’m not an actor on a stage performing for the spirits. I refuse to believe that is even possible, because then every choice I make is meaningless.

In the grand scale of things, if my actions are preordained than I truly have no say in my life. Every decision I make has already been made and influenced by someone other than me. It would no longer be my life that I’m living. I would be a puppet. So even if it is true, I refuse to believe that I’m just a puppet to someone else.



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Let's Get Out of Here

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So, the last couple of days have been fun. While looking for Magpie we walked into yet another batch of xivorts. The battle started badly as I recall, but things started to go better. Kris pulled out some weather. Thankfully there was some teamwork evident as Kris warned me to get out of her way. So naturally I nimbly jumped across the raging river, killed a dumb little xiv with one slash of my broad sword. You could smell the fear in the other xivorts and they immediately ran in terror! With no one left to dispose of I jumped back across the river. We killed some more xivorts and then noticed the owlbear munching on his little snack of a xivort. Not wanting to disturb his meal we grabbed our wounded and jumped into the waters and let them sweep us down stream.

Once we were sufficiently far away we rested under the strange trees of the feywild. When we woke we realized the new pickle we were in. We had no idea where we were. No idea which direction to head to find Magpie. So, we wandered until we met a couple of Eladrin. They agreed to lead us back to their village. When we arrived the took us to see their elders (at least they weren’t seers…). The elders talked with us for a bit. They recognized us as “The Chosen”. I suppose it wasn’t hard to recognize us as there was a giant mural of us up on their wall. That was disturbing. They agreed to help us find Magpie, and while they cast their magic they shared food with us. At first I was content to just eat the delicious food. But then Kris and Clearn started asking questions. I just wanted to know where to go and where we were. Thankfully they drew us a rather bland map. The map shows where this village is, where a cave full of xivorts is, and where the Eladrin’s Holy Temple is. Kris and Clearn are SURE the temple must be the passage. I’m not convinced, but whatever. When the elders finished their task they told us what they had learned. I was very disappointed at how vague the answer is.

Well, now we have a couple of leads. let’s get out of here!



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Silvertouched and Dragontongued

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I’m surprised. For once we didn’t argue about what direction to go. And it came from my guidance as well. We ended up in a small village about a day down the river from where we washed up. And wouldn’t you know it. They seem to think a picture of us over their altar is a good idea. We’ve been given some direction on locating Magpie as well as where the xivorts are nesting. Two bits of information in one go is a good thing. So we have to head out to Cormyr, Land of the Purple Dragon, to be able to find Magpie before we can continue our mission from the Coronal. Here’s hoping we can get this done smoothly.



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Lost

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7 Uktar Year of the Ageless One

We are lost. I’m certain of it. Not sure where we are let alone where Magpie is. I’m not even sure where Bellasee is. What are we even supposed to do now, just wonder around in the woods hoping to come across someone.

Those that get lost in the woods are never found in time. We will become bleached bones before someone even thinks or finding us here. If someone finds this journal, tell my wife and kids that I love them and that I’m sorry for being eaten by a pack of rabid fey dogs.



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Might Have Been Wrong...

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I get we’re on a mission from the Coronal right now but we woke up to find Ha… Magpie missing. I’m feeling bad for always giving her hell. She may be vain, annoying, shallow, and dim-witted. But she’s another person and whatever’s happened to her didn’t need to happen. Claern was able to pick up a magic trail leading south that we followed until we were ambushed by xivorts at the river. I couldn’t stand that they had to show up right then and there. I got tangled up in a net. Again. And was wailed on by just about every xivort there. I do remember losing consciousness at one point but then something happened. One of the others (I think it was Clearn) brought me back around and The Storm broke. I could stop it but I didn’t want to. I wanted the xivorts washed away in any and all ways to where I wouldn’t have to see them ever again. And it worked. I was a walking force of the natural world as I lay waste to those little bastards. I was really swept up in what I was doing that I almost didn’t notice an owlbear join in the killing. Almost. As soon as things were over, we all got into the river and let it carry us down a ways so we wouldn’t have to fight the owlbear as well. So now we’re down the river, losing the trail to Magpie, and not too sure where we are. Maybe I’ll get some guidance for once at sunrise that I can share with the others…



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Sleeping Owlbear

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5 Uktar Year of the Ageless One

Dinner was a quiet event this night. I think everyone was expecting something to tip the tension in the room, but nothing came. Usually my boys are pestering me for stories, but they didn’t even ask once. In fact it seemed as though no one was all that excited to even see me.

It really hasn’t been fair for them. I haven’t been here to help with the bar. Risking my life for little gain. I’ve nearly lost it enough times. With the changes in town, it couldn’t have been easy.

I do wonder what happened at my tavern. I come back to see my bar turned into a grill and Ahrelle making food in the kitchen. Behind the bar is a large human instead of my wife. I see it certainly had a positive impact on business, but I didn’t start the tavern to become rich. While I don’t blame her for making improvements, I married her because of how strong-willed and independent she is, I figured she would have said something about it. Instead all I learned last night is that her sister is getting married next Greengrass.

I know I should have said something, but I’m leaving in the morning, and I really don’t want to leave right after a fight. We need the time to sit and talk about this, and I’m not going to have any tonight.



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Ugh

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I need to know the name of the drink I was having in Myth Drannor. So I can avoid it. Anyway, I was approached by a man today looking for help to convince others that allowing people unfettered access to the Passage isn’t such a great idea. I have to agree. Those damn xivorts are a real pain. Speaking of, we have our first official task from the Coronal. We have to take care of the xivorts so they stop attacking traders. I’m sure Hal will have no problem with that. Yeah. Magpie’s really Hal Crownsilver. Gods above, I didn’t think I’d find a Crownsilver out here. I guess I’m not the only one running…



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Just a Small Bit of Doubt

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I am not afraid of what may come. I am not bothered by the idea the a greater power guides my life. I know I make my own decisions. However, I am starting to wonder at these “seers”. What do they see? Haven’t they seen what has happened? Honestly we have not been doing that great at any of our endevours. We have wandered, meddled, and asked fruitless questions. Do these seers have clear sight? Maybe we will be great someday, but I wish we had been able to prove ourselves worthy of adventuring for a crown before being directed to do so. I also am not fond of our name. I am not a child. I resent being labeled as such. But that can be a problem for another day. I’ll have to think of something better.
What do we know of this Coronal? What does she actually expect of us? What is her agenda? Can she help us achieve our goals? I’m sure she could at least find us an informant. We should ask her about this slave trade rumor. I bet you that there are people in Myth Drannor that own slaves. It would be a lot easier to find ways for that to be overlooked in a big city like this than in Drullyndra. We need to make use of the crown.

So… Instead returning to the court and getting useful information, we sat in a tavern and got very very very drunk. Now we’re off to conquer the Xivorts. Let’s try the information idea again, please? Maybe this time it might help us.

We need to learn as much about the “fugly little gnomes” as we can. About their society, their rulers, their territory. Lets find out if there is some way to bargain with them. Maybe restrict their hunting territory to somewhere FAR from the passage? Somebody is likely to know something, we just have to find them.



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A Wall Blocking the Path

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So nothing came of our slaver search and my own personal inquiry. Though I’ll have to keep Ganden in mind. He’s… he’s got more brains than I think anyone is giving him credit for. And the fact that he could put up with Magpie’s twittering really says something to me. Speaking of the dead little weasel, that reminds me of why I’m out here in Myth Drannor. We were summoned by Coronal Ilsevele Miritar in regards to our actions with the hostage girl. Ardisia and Magpie kept digging us deeper by talking. Sometimes, one should know when to listen than to speak. Personally, I feel we showed our nation’s willingness to aid others by making sure the girl wasn’t murdered there in the fountain. I could dwell on the what-ifs all day long. In the end, the truth of the event remains the same: we stopped the man from killing her. But on to my main irritation: we became an adventure group under the crown and were to select a name. And so help me Chauntea, this event proved there are truly rocks in Magpie’s head. She decided to blurt out, instead of using the gods-forsaken brain I want to believe is up there to think for a moment, a name for our group. A name so degrading and foul I can’t believe I’m going to have to be called by it now.

The Children of Destiny

Is she really so naive and dim-witted to think that was a good name?! And before I could give protest and a definitely better name, the Coronal decreed it so. I swear Beshaba has a hand in this. This smells like bad luck to try and associate ourselves with that vile imaginary bind they seem so eager to throw about themselves. Fate? Bah! I create my own fate! I’ve been for some time now! So I had a minor set back recently in the form of inheriting my mother’s gifts. I can handle that. In fact, it reminds me. I wanted to see if I could pick up a lyre or a violin to try my hand at some music. That way I can add music to my stories without needing to blow. I should be able to find something suitable in Myth Drannor…



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