**Forward, recently armise lost this scroll and I was forced to go search through my records and find it again for her. This day, just before Shry's birthday the 17th of Colddays 659 SG is when I gave the scroll back to her. I think it is best to start out with the unaltered account of how I came to be a prophet of the father of lights. Now I realize that over the years the precepts of the church changed and the God I loved was not the same as the God I followed. Through a series of events I eventually parted but I do not regret the many people that I ministered to in those long years***
I am Isaiah. I loved my God with all my heart. Dare I say that I still do? First, I must say, many thanks curious one for seeking to know about me. But it is not I that really matter but the power of the one who sent me and chose me to be a prophet.
Let me tell you my story: I lived in a small elven tribe across the sea. My family was not noble, they lived their lives as uncommon wood elves in that they tended to an orchard instead of wanderings like wood elves are prone to. They told me many strange tales when I was young. Tales of elves that had eyes of amber like mine were trying to dominate elven kind. It was silly, a silly tale I never wondered why none of the other elves didn't look similar to me when I was young. My parents stated that elves turned against the gold ones though in a great battle. I'm not sure why but they told me this, I thought little of it. In my younger years, I sought to do the same to live my life at a half-paced level, seeking selfish goals. I often fell victim to self pity since I could never keep up with the stronger and faster sylvan children.
But several years later in one preordained snowy day that all changed . . Walking home from school (often I would seek out old elves who isolated them selves deep in the wood for schooling) A blizzard's frosty mist slammed into the woods that were my home. Being only a fledgling, I was scarred. I feared death and what would happen to me if this frost and now-increasing snow took my life. It made me ask the question that turned my life around. Where would I go? Would I go to heaven or some other place? The Holy spirit within me convicted me of the truth. I had sin in my life I wasn't perfect and the wages of sin were death. Yes, physical death is a result of this cursed world's sin but spiritual death as well. I knew I had hate before and done bad things. I need a clean slate. I needed to be washed from my old self.
"I needed the new birth"
My parents taught me many times about this new birth. But shamefully I rejected it over and over again. Postponing it day after day after day, until the prayers of my parents caught up to me this day . . . this day that is white as snow. Convicted, I look up to the sky and saw the sun behind the clouds. Tears screaming down my eyes and frosty slakes melting on my then childlike cheek I cried out to Him, The God who is the light of the world. But through my remorse and repentance I found new birth.
In tears I said, "Save me O Father of heaven, For I am a sinner I know only your gift that you give freely to any who ask can save me. Please I call upon you for this gift for I'm not worthy of your love. "
My God leads me to preach his message of the New Birth in many realms. Yes I haven't nor do I claim to be perfect but. The father of lights is working on me. And every good and perfect gift comes from you, my father. At times I've been a wayward follower but still even today in my disgraces of the past I trust in Him.
Later when I came to these realms many years ago I was a little intimidated. I arrived in shadow coming in from the boat docks. The city was full of odd creatures called humans and others speaking a strange language. I bit intimidated, I left heading west into the quiet forest. Feeling dejected, I saw a pond and watched the sunrise there. Seeing the sunrise was always that thing that could calm and comfort me in the worst of times.
Saying some prayers for this new realm, I asked for a kindred spirit. That prayer was answered with a new friend. A half-elf with sungold hair and a gaze that was neither condemning nor judgmental walked in to watch the sunrise. She seemed the only one around who had time for someone as new to the realm as I. Her spending time with me taught me a valuable lesson.
It's not power that matters but people.
Light was always like a mother to me, when I was young and lost she took me under her wing she was the first friend that I ever had in the lands of shadow. She was a spiritual constant in the tumult of emotions that would sometime pervade my life. The most memorable moment I had with light was when I was praying in the temple and she walked in and I heard her soft voice, "Wow a prophet no less."
Later, I made many friends such as Taaveti(he trained me somewhat in the ways of mages), Whitefalcon (kinda aloof but a good guy), Jody (she was a good girl who really got a kick out of lighting elementals), Margath (was really scarred when the nameless one came as a dragon and stole the girl you were protecting), Ax, and, slore (she sold me all kinds of neat stuff). I knew harmony but he was always killing people myself included. There were many people who were nice to me and I advanced both in clerical powers and magus powers. But that is what my problem was . . . power. I was so busy advancing that I forgot the holy calling for which I was chosen.
When I became convicted of this, I knew I could stay no longer. I made a long post on the main board talking about the new birth and how one could acquire the free gift of my God. I felt a great sense of loss because all this time I could have been using for my God I had spent on my self. I knew my words would fall on deaf ears. I quickly packed my things then I headed to the docks and sailed for many months back to my homeland.
I spent much time in solitude and in prayer back in my homeland. I would climb upon the highest mountains and watch the sun and relax. Other times I would read and study the sacred scriptures memorizing them and hiding them in my heart so I'd never forget them and be lead astray once again. For many months I did this, for time passes quickly for elves.
Then I saw her, The love of my life and the destruction of it. I had heard about the dark elven kind before but had seen little of them. She was huddled in a corner behind some rocks hiding from the coming sunrise. By drow and even elven standards she was a great beauty, that is not what caused me to turn against my elven instinct to either fight this evil creature of flee for safety. Learning from my experience on shadow that people really matter not power or other racial barriers, I was intrigued by her. Upon approaching her, she lashed out at me with a multi-barbed whip. I quickly dodged it for the attack was quick but not entirely accurate. She hissed some curses in a dark spider-like language and continued to try to wildly assault me.
For some reason she never saw me good enough to find the mark. At first I thought it Devine intervention but looking closer she had a birth defect in her eyes, something that is cause enough for capital punishment in her people. That is why she fled. She was lost in this surface world and abandoned by her familiar evil realm when her secret was found out. I knew that she was at a vulnerable stage in her life. So daily I prayed for her conversion, never turning my back upon this wicked spider but taking care of her and feeding her as well. I taught her of the elven language and she told me her woes and came to understand . . . yes . . . for sure it was a gift of my God upon a member of the forsaken race. I thank him for it.
"But it was never meant to be . . . drow and elves can't be so close as her and I was . . . I . . . I never should have allowed myself to get so caught up in her."
Then it came, a message from the elven high counsel. I was summoned. I went to stand before them, they gave me one command and dismissed me. I was to turn my new found love into them for judgement. This was the first time I had ever lied and the cascade of events which left me leaving burying my holy symbol with the corpse of my wife.
We fled to the only other place I knew of back to the land of shadowgate. When we arrived my bride told me that she was with child. I was both excited and scarred for I knew the child would be of mixed lineage. We hoped against hope that the child would be granted such grace as my wife was several years ago. Alas, but it seemed even though we raised him with life and love he stuck to the nature given him. It's so sad. Even thinking back it makes me wish to weep. For one night while I was out hunting for the family I came back to find see my bride's last breaths. She had a dagger in her back. I held her and wept over her saying she was going to be ok. The last words she said were:
"I know heaven waits for me, so don't you shed a tear. We'll live eternally I'll be waiting for you there." I spent the whole night weeping over the body of my dead love. I didn't care that she was a drow the fellowship of the father of lights we shared together made that seem so small. Her lifeblood stained my hands on the desert sand. As is the elven custom I burned her remains in the sands of the ocean beach dunes in the north east corner near shadow. Feelings of remorse and sadness coursed through me I cast my holy symbol into a tidal pool where it would be buried in the sands when the tide came in.
I fasted and prayed by the sea for almost a month drinking only water from a small spring of fresh water near by. Time past quickly but I knew what I must do. I knew now that is was wrong to go against the laws of our people. So, I searched out for my son, not to condemn him (though he was guilty) but for repentance. Finally he sought out the drow of this land and learned what it was really like to live like them. A cold lifeless void so lonely that one seeks to harm all those around them. Looking back to the life he once had he felt regret. After being harassed by the citizens of shadow for his lineage he came back to me and I finally obey that order that was given me by the high counsel. We took a long boat ride across the sea back to my homeland.
The verdict was death by beheading. He never said a thing to me I prayed for his conversion and pleaded with him night and day but he looked away empty.
After the execution an elven guard came and gave me a note found in my son's cell. It simply said, "I believe now . . ."
Things were different now, none of the sylvan elves ever aspired to be mages. With my knowledge of the weave I had become an outsider amongst my own people. Later, but before I left our land my parents came to me and told me that I was ready to hear the truth. They told me that I wasn't really their child after all, which is why my skin was different from any other elf. They said that when I was just babe I was left to them one who claimed to be my sister, a grey elf. She said that she was being hunted by the other elves for her evolvement in the war they spoke to me of when I was younger. She did not wish for me to be exiled along with her for I had no part in their evil deeds. So, she left me to those whom I thought my parents for a very long time. It was a shock to hear this. Who am I really? I asked myself this question often.
As I searched for answers, a strange female elf, who spoke with a voice that caused my skin to crawl came across my path. It was soothing but darkened with an evil spirit. I remembered her form back before I left the realms. Her name was Gabrielle. Researching her, I found out she was abused by forces of good, eldath more specifically and found comfort in loviatar. Poor thing, I felt pity and compassion for her. We spoke only several times at first because I was afraid of her. We spoke at length later in the druid's circle. She spoke quite condemningly about how she was locked up on the alliance dungeon and no one gave her any food. This troubled me and made me question the alliance that they would abuse a sister elf like this. Nevertheless, I tried and tried to show her the err of her ways. That her soul had become black as pitch as this demon named loviatar leached upon her pure elven soul. She wouldn't listen though. The whole time I thought to myself "if only I was there to rescue her instead of loviatar's beast." She would not listen to me we went on and on for hours. I felt the sensation of being watched but I did nothing. If she was so evil why did she not attack. Why did she not seek to capture this elf and torture me like she did Inanna and so many others who I knew not of?
I left her and talked with two of my young elf friends. Goldeneyes and Tarot. Goldeneyes needed quite a lot of work. He did not act graceful as an elf did. I made it a point to work with him to get past his gruff exterior. He was always quick to attack. He had very good success in his assaults putting to death many evil people. Gabrielle once told me he had killed half of her church. Tarot was a very eloquent speaker she claimed to have been old but magic caused her to return to her childhood form and loose the power she so coveted. I did not see her around much though. It was no good that she was around this time. For moments later a determined human female knight entered into the room. I later found that her name was Lusell. Goldeneyes took no hesitation in attacking. Seeking to defend my elven brother against any human I cast a few lightning bolts in his defense. She Tried to run but goldeneyes blocked her in and she soon died. The three of us stood there talking for about an hour when an unstable half-elf came in wielding daggers that screamed. He killed goldeneyes in an instant. I froze and he killed myself and tarot. As my life blood poured from me at death, I discovered his name, Nightfall.
But after a few days I saw Gabrielle in the healers of shadow. She was healing the young elves. I asked her why a mistress of pain would be pleased in her causing pain to stop. She tried to explain it to me but it made no sense. None of my questions were answered well enough. It couldn't make sense the two are diometricly opposed. If only I could get her to see her fault. But she was so strong in her faith. This elf with cold green eyes seemed a hopeless case. But as my father always said "Hopeless cases make the best converts." Again she chilled me with her words. She said that when we spoke in the druid circle nightfall was there hiding and listening in wondering why she was wasting her time with me. Days later . . . Talking to tarot and others I found that the reason Gabrielle changed so much to find comfort in her elven heritage was because of Daelmas. I met this Daelmas. Gabrielle, introduced me to him. He seemed so noble and a very capable elven leader. The Gabrielle I remembered didn't care anything for anyone especially elves. She just focused her life on torture. I asked to meet this Daelmas. I talked to him and he instilled in me a pride that I did not have before. In my elven heritage. I found myself becoming more and more indifferent toward half-elves and other races as I listened in to this noble elf's teachings as time passed on. He was very harsh and uncaring in his words. But he helped me out and saved Zerius, pandora and I from a thief and kidnapper named Marlykan. Who kidnaped my apprentice Ijan. I found I spent more time and put more weight in Daelmas's words than others who were constantly slandering him. Because of Daelmas, people started to treat me different like I was tainted. This only encouraged me to trust him more. I knew how far I had come when I tried to talk to Lliira and she was almost crying saying "why would you want to talk with a half-breed like me?" I tried to comfort her(for she was my friend) and she said that people use her because she is the closest thing to an elf they can get. Why were people treating me like I was so disgusted about non-elven races?
But I kept hearing rumors about this elf how that he was evil and had done terrible things. I found Schatten(Kaarell's priestess friend of Silvanus) one dark night more upset than I had ever seen her before. She told me that Kaarell had been taken. That he was being tortured no doubt as we spoke. I felt sorry for Kaarell he and Moina were just engaged to be married. It must have been terrible to hear that this drow was going to rape his love and she would have a half-drow child. Just prior to this I was in the temple praying and a thief came and stole my components bag. What terrible timing for thievery that was.. I had components for a spell to scry the location of this young lost priest. I searched the whole realm over for an eye of rock to enchant a mirror so I could find Kaarell. I did not find one. Finally Schatten got word from him supposedly the elf who I had looked up to for several months now and allowed influence me had taken part in allowing Zilath a terrible twisted drow and member of the raider and consortium to torture him. I did not believe Schatten for one second. A evil grey elf? UNTHINKABLE! I even contacted Daelmas after Kaarell was set free and Kaarell tried to kill himself. Daelmas said that he was with the Lady Ambrosia and knew nothing of this. He asked where we were. And, though foolish I was, I told him we were at the temple of Selune. At the temple Schatten poured out her heart to me saying that she loved Kaarell and wanted to be with him. I tried to calm this very upset maiden saying that she could not be with Kaarell, Kaarell and Moina were to be wed soon. Then later a white haired ebony skinned drow came shooting lightning bolts at Schatten. Her and I both fled and used our magic to escape to far away places. But I was haunted by the fact that I told Daelmas where we were and that drow found us. It was unthinkable that an elf can do this.
Luckily there was something that came about to distract me. I was very tortured at the choice set before me. Either Kaarell was lying or Daelmas was. Anyway Kaarell spoke to me and said to meet at the temple of Mielikki. I met Lydia there. Lydia was DeSigna's loving wife and shy priestess of the forest. Her Schatten and Vivian had been given a charge. I could not understand what they were saying as they continued to speak common. But later after I got upset over something I ran to the temple of Silvanus to get away from my troublesome choice that I knew I had to make soon. Schatten was there and we talked a bit. Marselia came and spoke with us. I was quite surprised and not in the best of moods. I stood there shocked as this magnificent elf came in and told us an amazing story. I'm not sure I want to share the details but we were charged to battle the evil in the dark forest. It was really bad though after this she stone skinned us and all we did was go to Antioch and talk. Back then I was good at that sometimes Schatten myself and others would have 3 hour tea-a-thons in Antioch. But I felt like such a failure. I hope one day we help her. It seemed like she disappeared after that. I always have tried to help elves. Ever sense I saw Gabrielle healing young elves, I've always made it a priority. I couldn't be outdone by a lovite priestess's compassion. As an elf all elves are like family we are very close.
For months I tried to hide from the rumors to hope against hope that Daelmas was really good but one dark night I was forced to face the truth. I was with Kaarell, DeSigna and Calypso in the church at the start of the dark forest. We were talking about how to save Mielikki. But someone was watching invisible and as the spell fizzled Daelmas appeared wielding a dark-jagged and well-poisoned blade. As it sunk into DeSigna's back it found its way to his heart the mortally wounded half-elf staggered a few steps but he was already as good as dead from the posion. The poison stopped his heart shortly after. As DeSigna breathed his last Daelmas disappeared in a blue light. We mourned for his loss. Nevertheless, soon after Daelmas came back. I did not know how long he was there watching us but when he finally spoke, he spoke to Kaarell.
How could you betray me after all I did for you Kaarell? Daelmas spoke with a beautiful flowing musical voice. You betrayed me I got you your wristband back and you reject me for half-breeds
Kaarell always told me over and over that Daelmas was there when Zilath tortured him and told him that if he did not leave the realms Moina would have a half-drow child. And time and time again I betrayed his trust, trusting Daelmas over Kaarell. From that evening on I carried a moonstone pendant upon my chest to remind me what Daelmas did to DeSigna lest I ever betray my friends again. And to think that I believe Daelmas over Kaarell. Kaarell is practical the high priest next to Light.
I wrote a post confessing all my sins and talked to Tarot saying that I am not an ally of Daelmas. She didn't trust me for a long time. But after a while and helping her she and others people stopped seeing me as one who only cared about elves. I talked to Gabrielle a few times after. I kept trying to show her that she was being destroyed by that evil goddess that possessed her. I think after a while she got tired of me. I was talking to Goldeneyes one day and asked him why he hated Lusell so much. He said because she took his eye and she probably has it on her and he wanted it back. I was planning on scrying her and killing her and taking the eye but Gabrielle surprised me when I asked if she protected Lusell. After all, Lusell is human I wanted to see if Gabrielle's faith in elves ran deeper than her trust in the cult. She said quite a few nasty things(as is her custom) in my head and finally said in her eerily soothing tone "I thank you for the honor and pain you'll give to Lusell." This really bothered me. I knew I had to get the eye back without harming Lusell because if I didn't hurt it would be the biggest slap in the face I could give Gabrielle's mistress. So, though I was quite angry, I simply walked up to her and asked. She seemed quite upset that I wanted her to just give up the eye she wanted me to promise that the attacks on her would stop. Goldeneyes is a loose cannon so I could say no such thing. But after a few more words I think she decided to take the first step and gave me back the eye. It was kept in a glass jar close to her chestthis was quite disgusting I must say. I was glad to help goldeneyes and not give Gabrielle the pleasure of seeing Lusell suffer.
Oh so many troubles. Time passed and Kaarell came to me with tears in his eyes and hopelessly drunk. It was a pathetic sight. He told me that Moina was leaving forever that Torm had called her away. They were just married not more that a month ago. It so sad because get married they are wed for life and never remarry. My priestly friend was devastated. Both he and Schatten planted two trees at the temple in remembrance of the bond he and Moina shared and the times they spent together. One was a silver maple and the other a Lilac. One day they'll grow and it'll be a great tale I'll tell to all the young ones of the father of lights.
watch month or so later, I'm not sure why but Gabrielle attacked light and several lesser followers such as tansy and callisto in the temple she brought snakes into the temple and commanded them to attack light. No one was taken, the attack was not successful but I was so upset. I scryed Gabrielle with Argon(I wasn't sure why Argon spent so much time around Light, an engaged woman) and saw she was with Daelmas. Daelmas broke into Solaren's lab and used his mirror to scry me. It was rather odd, I was scrying them and he was scrying me. Gabrielle later said it was funny to watch us all. I gave up and left the hunt there was no way I could defeat Daelmas, he was too powerful I didn't even want to. He is an elf so is Gabrielle it makes things very hard. Elves do NOT kill each other. The only thing that elves truly hate is the drow. Besides, Light told us to leave her alone it would be best that way. I followed Light's wishes though I was not happy to sit idle she is the high priestess and I have always looked up to her for wisdom.
Several days later Gabrielle was in my head. I wasn't really sure what she wanted she now more than ever looked ugly to me. She was not ugly in the physical sense but in the spiritual sense. She seemed cold and uncaring and empty. But I still cared for her and prayed and hoped that she would change. Dathaleon was wrong about her I was sure, she was not too high up in her church for me to reach. But I needed to make sure she would not attack Light again. I figured I knew where she would be. So I teleported to Deku and walked into her temple. She seems surprised to see me I bet she thought I was going to attack. I wasn't I didn't want to hurt her. We got to talking for a bit and things started getting rather heated. She says the cruelest things. To make a point on how much I cared for he I said that "I'd spend a hundred years being tortured if it would save her soul". She gave me a really strange smile that haunted me terribly and said "that can be arranged." After that loviatar's temple seemed to be swallowing me up. I felt faint. I had to get out of there which I quickly did.
I spent most of my time being social and trying to teach people about the new birth I was faltering though. I even spent a great deal of time teaching common to a Firbolg named Gaurgan. I often broke down for reasons that I do not wish to discuss. Once I even walked shot myself with lightning until everything went black because of a conversation I had with Tarot. Kaarell and Schatten were there to help me out though. I try hard to follow the path of light. It seemed that I was being weighed down by guilt and torn I was not the shining warrior of the father of lights I claimed to be. I kept it all bottled up inside though. I tried to relieve the pain by fighting along side other warriors like Goldeneyes and Vrax. One day Kaarell contacted me and said that there were elves that wanted to escape from Tharis. I met him at alder's with Kli him Arselia Corum, some half-elves and humans talked so some of the elves that were fighting for their lives in the resistance. It turns out that the elves were being sold as slaves to drow. They were being taken to Tonovi in an underground slave trade. We killed Merve and tried to help these new elves that we had met escape. They refused to leave and requested that we stop helping. Alder said that evil forces were upset at our intervention.
watch few days later a human paladin was telling Vrax about this(actually I thought he was a paladin but just turned out to be Brenamen). We formed a party and searched the whole city of Tharis. Even the sewers. They all split up. We spoke of how Merve is involved and went to Merve. We ruffed him up quite a bit. But he seemed like he had something up his sleeve. He said "I'll give you once chance to leave." Needless to say, we did not. I giant massive thrikreen wielding six black barbed daggers came from some evil magic portal. I was quite intimidated and not sure how to deal with it. So I whispered something to Vrax and the next thing I knew he was rushing straight at me. Before I could react, he hit me and knocked me clean out. I spent most of the battle lying on the ground at death's door waiting for the final blow to come. But it didn't. I awoke to Kaarell touching the tip of my nose and healing me completely. The foul beast stood there slain.
What I awoke to troubled me. Everyone seemed more interested in taking the spoils from the battle then helping the elves. It really made me question my rejecting of Daelmas's teaching in regards to elven kind. Seems most of these humans and half-humans cared little for the elves. I trusted Vrax's leadership though he had earned it after being killed so many times by whisper. Merve finally broke down and we found out that his master was none other than Xvim. Xvim's voice echoed through the room taunting us mocking our efforts. We then ran back to shadow and gathered people to aid us in our war against Xvim. Calypso, Rabban, Calliope and some others came with us. We had quite the powerful group of adventurers. In the dark we ran to Xvim's temple. Vrax ordered us to burn the temple. Those who could not see in the dark and had torches tossed their burning items into the temple. I cast a ball of fire into the temple. I did not see if the temple was burned to the ground because soon a red haze entered the room. I coughed and chocked then we were surrounded by about 30 drow elites. The screamed some ugly drow words at us and pinned about half of us to the ground, but we kept fighting getting out from being pinned to strike what ever blows we could. Luckily I was stone skinned. Zeal and Vrax's silver moon blades sung unto the drow going quicker than any other eye could see. My Sunblade burned into drow flesh and an epic battle ensued. In the end all of the drow fell. Not one survived. Vrax was going nuts he ordered me to summon Xvim his lust for battle was at it's full.
I had never summoned anything as powerful as a god before but I did it similar to as how I summoned other creatures. I figured the same principles would apply. I traced some magic runes in the dirt and filled them with nitric acid, a powerful and corrosive acid. The acid flared and I set a dark ring that I had captured from Xvim's shadow monster with Goldeneyes. The ring glowed as I continued to enchant it sweat bled from my skin but in the end I collapsed exhausted. I had failed. Slore said it was foolish to try to summon a god anyway, that we probably would have all been killed.
Later I heard Daelmas killed Vrax and he lost his gem of power. Vrax asked for my help again he wanted me to stoneskin him and help fight. We were to battle this emerald dragon. We met at the healers in Ahza and Kaarell Vrax and I prepared for battle. I stone skinned Vrax and myself Kaarell got himself. He animated some swords to battle the dragon. I used my magic on the dragon but just as it was about to die it fled. But much to my surprise it came back seeking revenge. We tried again, and again but it would not fall and always came back. I was so worried. Finally he struck me with a great wail and out of fear I used a contingency to escape. But I forgot Vrax's orders. He followed me and killed me where I was lying knocked out. I forgot where I had set the continency was set to and lost all of my equipment. I was so upset. The next day Durias and Singer were going to do the same thing. The asked for me to stoneskin them. I learned my lesson and hid in the healers and let them do the fighting. Then much to my surprise the dragon came into the healers. It looked ANGRY It killed singer in a moment and I heard that wail again my ears were ringing so. As I tried to escape, he recognized me and this time he was not so merciful as to only take my life. He knocked me cold and I felt him lift me and heard the noise of his wings flapping into the air.
When I came to, all I saw was darkness. The smell of sulfur swept through my nose. It sickened me. I could hear the boiling of volcanic springs around me the heat caused me to sweat felt around me I was in a cage. Suspended in the air. There were bones of many that covered the bottom of the hanging cage. Days . . . weeks . . . months. It felt like I was there for years. I was starving I could feel my bones through my ribs and . . . the darkness . . . It was terrible torture. The blackness the empty void it penetrated my soul. I felt it slipping from me, my memory began to leave me as did my sanity. Having nothing to eat, I eventually became very thin. I could run my hand along my chest and feel all of my ribs. One day I leaned against the bars and fell onto the ground between them. It seems my small elven body was able to slip through the bars. My body fell to the floor and smashed with a breaking sound. I slowly drug myself out of the cave leaving a trail of blood, merely a shell of what I once was.
Eventually I found my way back to shadow, I was in terrible shape and could barely move when I made it to the main hall. Though I could hardly see, I saw several there, I don't remember exactly what happened but I could remember little of my past my memory was sapped by the terrible experience. I remember being thrown on the back of a large horse and a firbolg by the name of Gaurgan. He roughly drug me to temple of Lathander, he told me that was the God I followed. I cried out and asked for the patron deity to help me but there was no answer. Eventually we left and my hurting body, covered with sores from acid burns was thrown on the horse again, back to shadow. It was very exciting too much for someone as hurt as I was. I did not know what to do, or what was going on. My eyes could not see well for I was in complete darkness for so long.
Eventually another came in and he spoke in a flowing musical voice. I later found out that he and I were of the same race, elven of corse. His name was Daelmas. He gently lead me to a quiet place and his friend Gabrielle tended to my wounds and fed me, they were very kind. Daelmas was especially kind he took care to lead me around because I could not see well. After a bit he left though and Gabrielle and I spoke a bit she told me that during the time I was captured by Geonslu she was searching frantically for me but could not find me. She said that Kaarell, a pretest of Lathander had known where I was all along and refused to allow her to rescue me. This was too much for me and I soon fainted as she raised her voice.
Gabrielle and I spent quite a lot of time together in the following days, not knowing much of anything I quickly fell for her and promised that I would be hers forever. That I'd never leave her like the others. We had some very pleasant times together, it seemed too good to be true. She seems a true elf and had much pride in her race knowing that we were the superior race created from the tears of the moon. Well, eventually I got to speak with others mostly non-elves who I did not give much weight to told me that Daelmas had killed Kaarell, and stolen Schatten on their wedding night. Schatten showed me the bloodstained dress and spoke to me at great length about how evil Daelmas was. I did not want to believe it. I read the bounty that she had requested on him as well as the writings in this journal. They troubled me I didn't want to believe it I hid away. He had done nothing wrong to me he was only kind. I eventually came to the conclusion that elven blood is more important than human justice. That if Daelmas or other elves were guilty of the crimes they should be taken care of between our people. So I ignored most of the claims against him and against the elf I had fallen in love with, Gabrielle I wished to help her, I helped her catch destiny whom she said wished to be taken and purified her goddess demanded it. Her hands were run through with arrows and impaled to the wall in the hotel in Daggerdale Avagail and Tallanvor saved her though, somehow he used his shadow magic and him and Tallanvor got her back.
My happy elven world soon became greatly shaken, The Father Of Lights sought me out, I was with my love Gabrielle sitting with her on the fountain in Daggerdale. Lathander sent Kaarell, his servant and Schatten to meet with me. They were at the temple and showed Kaarell a vision of me and Gabrielle sitting by the fountain in Daggerdale, they headed out with great urgency. Gabrielle was telling me about her goddess and other things. I found myself growing very cold and embracing her evil ways. Then, Kaarell and Schatten came running in I had spoken to Schatten several times she seems to care deeply though, by Daelmas I was forbidden to speak with her, I didn't see what was so wrong with her. Kaarell on the other hand came and started flinging insults and accusations at me. The terrible things he said about my friends only seemed to prove that Gabrielle was right, that it was his fault that I was taken for so long, left to die a tortured death. I harshly told him to hold his tongue several times, but he wouldn't listen. . . he. . wouldn't . . listen . .. so I no choice . . . I sent a swarm of meteors upon him, he survived, I later found out just barely though. I promptly fled with Gabrielle and left Schatten and Kaarell there at the fountain. I didn't like what I had done what I was becoming I felt numb all over.
From then on things only got worse it the truth started to seek me out that the love I had with Gabrielle, our being together was based on a lie. That The Father Of Lights had never forsook me. It started when I met Drakkan, the elven warrior of Silvanus a slayer of dragons. I told him my story, while I was helping him to find Schatten and he promptly rebuked me saying that it was more likely that loviatar wanted that fate upon me and that Lathander had not forsaken me. I tried to ignore him and say that he was wrong but I think in my heart I knew he was right. Goldeneyes told me the same, I found him again and he said that we used to be great allies and I was glad to meet another fellow elf it was a joy to see him. But he too warned me saying Gabrielle would only hurt me in the end.
I started to take it upon myself to help with the situation in Tharis. Corum told me that there was a resistance going on in Tharis that needed out help. I spoke to alder often and sought to search our for Dalmion, I often brought Gabrielle with me to alder's inn and we spoke with him together at times. I figured I she helped to save elves maybe one day she would come to save herself. Then one dark day, Schatten Gabrielle and I went to the inn to speak, and many ruffians barged in yelling "baby killers!" I rushed weapon first into every one of them and, we killed them, but to my surprise alder joined their attack and in the madness of battle I knocked him out. Gabrielle soon left and another attack ensued. She forsook fighting to defend her elven cousins. This attack was even worse and alder fell . . . but he fell to my sword, I was so embarrassed. His nephew came in and many other elves did they we so upset that alder had died. I was branded elf killer by them it was one of the worse days of my life. Luckily, Schatten was able to raise him from the dead but they still hated me for what I had done.
Later, Abbas appeared in the inn, he was spy for the empire and a powerful mage, I told him what has happened and weakly poured my woes before him and Schatten. He gave me the worst insult ever, he said that I was sure weak for a superior race. He said that Gabrielle was only deceiving me that if I stood up to her she would leave me. I told him that I was sure that our love was stronger than that. Schatten and I then resolutely headed straightaway to the temple of of Our Heavenly Father to prove this Abbas wrong. I was sure that Lathander would not appear. I had to do it though I was not stupid I needed to do it. I set a bottle of holy water that Kaarell had given me before the altar and bowed down and prayed for a bit. Schatten and I spoke and then I looked around. The holy water had turned into a wristband of light. Lathander had not forsaken me. Gabrielle had lied, I was both betrayed and overjoyed at the same time. I asked Gabrielle to join me at the temple for I felt she'd be glad to see me back on the proper path to being healed.
**This is some of what happened at Alder's**
I replied to Gabrielle: yes Abbas called you a slut it's just terrible
Schatten speaks with a voice like wind in the trees: "Zyl is an incredible person, Isaiah.."
Gabrielle tells me: Did you ask him why he says such things?
I trembled slightly: 'why do you call Gabrielle and Daelmas such bad things? have you ever met them?'
I trembled slightly: 'Abbas'
I replied to Gabrielle: I'll ask right now
Abbas nods.
Citizen enters.
Schatten speaks with a voice like wind in the trees: "she is hunted and persecuted and driven at by everyone and still she keeps her faith, even in the torture of not being able to visit friends because she fears that others will use her again"
You reply to Gabrielle: Abbas says you only want to make me hurt and that you are doing a good job
Abbas says thoughtfully: Of course I have met them.
Abbas smiles.
Abbas says thoughtfully: And I watch.
Gabrielle tells me: Yes, well tell him i'm happy he claims to know me so well.
I replied to Gabrielle: he said that you'd dump me after I lost all my friends and was broken in pain
Abbas says thoughtfully: That's part of my job. Lots of watching stuff.
Citizen leaves east.
Abbas nods.
I trembled slightly: 'Gabrielle says she's she's happy you claim to know her so well Abbas'
Isaiah smiles a tiny bit
Abbas shrugs helplessly.
Schatten sighs softly
I trembled slightly: 'I just want to make things right here for the elves'
Schatten speaks with a voice like wind in the trees: "then start by healing yourself Isaiah"
I trembled slightly: 'that is what is most important right now'
Abbas says thoughtfully: You won't do it by preaching hatred.
Abbas says thoughtfully: That is what your "friends" do.
Schatten speaks with a voice like wind in the trees: "so stuff like what happened today doesn't happen again."
I trembled slightly: 'I don't hate anyone'
Abbas says thoughtfully: Don't you?
I trembled slightly: 'no'
Abbas says thoughtfully: Half-breed?
I trembled slightly: 'you saw me protect Lliira last night from those guards who wanted to ravage her'
Isaiah bites his tongue with a guilty look in his face
Abbas says thoughtfully: So if I claimed you're mother was a human? What would you say to that?
Abbas raises an eyebrow.
I trembled slightly: 'I'd say you are wrong'
You smile at Abbas.
Abbas says thoughtfully: What if I had proof.
Abbas laughs.
I trembled slightly: 'well I never knew my mother she is probably dead how could you find proof?'
Abbas says thoughtfully: How could you say I was wrong?
Gabrielle told me: I wish i could be there with you, Isaiah.
I replied to Gabrielle: please come I'd love to have you here
Gabrielle replies: I am helping Daevorn right now..
I trembled slightly: 'I could ask you the converse'
Gabrielle replies: You are welcome to join us?
Abbas says thoughtfully: Because unlike you, I work for people who can find that sort of thing out.
I replied to Gabrielle: no I must finish this besides daevorn is strange
Abbas says thoughtfully: You listen to people you freely admit lie to you.
Abbas shrugs helplessly.
Gabrielle replies: Yes, well, that is why we must watch him carefully.
I trembled slightly: 'yes I do'
Gabrielle replies: He has devoted himself to Loviatar..
Isaiah frowns
I replied to Gabrielle: please help him to control his anger he's very bloodthirsty Isaiah shudders.
I trembled slightly: 'poor daevorn'
Abbas says thoughtfully: The point is that you don't know.
Schatten watches the conversation continue her features calm and open
I sighed deeply.
Abbas says thoughtfully: Oh you can be reasonably sure.
Abbas says thoughtfully: Elves are like that.
I trembled slightly: 'he's joined loviatar, I feel sorry for him'
Abbas says thoughtfully: Haven't you?
I trembled slightly: 'no I haven't'
I trembled slightly: 'I get sicker of seeing people suffer every day'
Abbas says thoughtfully: That's what you'll do if Gabrielle lets you.
Abbas says thoughtfully: You're her puppet.
I trembled slightly: 'I won't join loviatar'
Schatten speaks with a voice like wind in the trees: "then stand against the suffering Isaiah.."
Schatten speaks with a voice like wind in the trees: "but first remove the suffering from within you"
I trembled slightly: 'I can't...I just can't'
Schatten speaks with a voice like wind in the trees: "so you can help others"
Schatten speaks with a voice like wind in the trees: "why not, Isaiah, why?"
Schatten speaks with a voice like wind in the trees: "why can't you?"
Abbas says thoughtfully: There are people who can help. Just walk away from Gabrielle.
You tremble slightly: 'you saw how I ran from the father of lights... if you were a god what would you think?'
Schatten speaks with a voice like wind in the trees: "I'm not a God, Isaiah but I did see what Lathander showed you"
Abbas says thoughtfully: If I was a god, I'd know what to do with you.
I trembled slightly: 'I can't break my promise to her Abbas. I said I'd never leave her'
Schatten speaks with a voice like wind in the trees: "and that Lathander waiting, hoping you would return"
Abbas says thoughtfully: She lied to you.
Abbas says thoughtfully: You aren't bound to promises made under false pretenses.
I trembled slightly: 'does an elf's word depend on circumstances?'
Abbas says thoughtfully: Yes, or that elf is a fool.
Schatten speaks with a voice like wind in the trees: "He loves you Isaiah, and has extended his Love to you so much... and He waits for you, hoping the spark within will ignite, but.. there may be a time when He gives up hope"
I trembled slightly: 'it's all my fault as soon as I came back people starting leaving'
Schatten speaks with a voice like wind in the trees: "everything depends on circumstances Isaiah.."
I sighed
I trembled slightly: 'I fear callisto is dead'
Abbas says thoughtfully: I must go.
Schatten speaks with a voice like wind in the trees: "stop it.. stay focused, dont change topics"
I trembled slightly: 'light may never come back'
Abbas pointed at me and said, You're babbling. Get a hold of yourself. For a superior race, you sure are a coward. Stand up to Gabrielle. I trembled slightly: 'soon it will only be Kaarell and I left calypso is a killer now she said she almost killed someone just for money' I trembled slightly: 'like she was when I found her' Schatten speaks with a voice like wind in the trees: "only Kaarell and you.. then you do still except that you are of Lathander's fold" Schatten speaks with a voice like wind in the trees: "Isaiah.." I trembled slightly: 'I know I was not forsaken' Abbas says thoughtfully: He won't be for long. I trembled slightly: 'I just lie to myself now the evidence is overwhelming' Schatten speaks with a voice like wind in the trees: "then Isaiah" Abbas shrugs helplessly. Schatten speaks with a voice like wind in the trees: "if you were not forsaken" Schatten speaks with a voice like wind in the trees: "go ask for forgiveness" I trembled slightly: 'will you come with me Schatten? I want to go prove Abbas wrong' Schatten speaks with a voice like wind in the trees: "I will go with you, stand with you, hold you, wait with you until you have done all you must do" Abbas smiles. I frowned at Abbas in intense concentration. Abbas says thoughtfully: I must go. I was not in Tharis for this. I have a mission to complete. Schatten speaks with a voice like wind in the trees: "I have prayed for you so much Isaiah.. I will continue to be there, as your friend, though all of this." Abbas nods. I trembled slightly: 'why do you smile?' Abbas bows. I bowed. Schatten bows before Abbas. I invited Schatten to follow me Abbas says thoughtfully: Because you got someone who is better than Gabrielle. Abbas says thoughtfully: By far Schatten is now following me Abbas pulls the hood of the cloak on! I looked confused Abbas smiles. Abbas leaves east. Schatten nods. I boldly stood in protection of Schatten. Schatten speaks with a voice like wind in the trees: "I am ready" Schatten speaks with a voice like wind in the trees: "my friend" ***we fought our way out of the east quarter back to the temple of the father of light's, to prove Abbas wrong, but when I got there after praying and it turns out I was proven wrong and I set a bottle of holy water on the floor of the temple, it turned into a wristband of light, proving me wrong instead I asked Gabrielle to come and celebrate with me*** Gabrielle says in an eerily soothing voice: Perhaps I was wrong to come here, Isaiah, I'm sorry.. I love you.. we will speak soon. Isaiah pleads: 'please don't leave me Gabrielle' you plead: 'you said everyone who you loved left you' Gabrielle says in an eerily soothing voice: I might say the same to you. Isaiah plead: 'don't leave me' Gabrielle says in an eerily soothing voice: No, Isaiah, this is your decision.. Schatten watches carefully Isaiah pleads: 'it is my decision for us to be together Siera' Schatten speaks with a voice like wind in the trees: "and you said you wished him healed Gabrielle" Isaiah pleads: 'as we always were you always knew me and desired me for a long time. You still can have me' Gabrielle says in an eerily soothing voice: You promised me you would not do this, Isaiah.. Gabrielle closes her eyes and sighs softly. Schatten speaks with a voice like wind in the trees: "do what?" Gabrielle says in an eerily soothing voice: i knew it though, i knew you would. Gabrielle says in an eerily soothing voice: I should have allowed myself to love you.. Schatten speaks with a voice like wind in the trees: "he has not rejected you Gabrielle" Gabrielle says in an eerily soothing voice: Be silent, Schatten. Schatten speaks with a voice like wind in the trees: "in fact he seeks to love you still.. but you play against his emotions.." Gabrielle says in an eerily soothing voice: Oh, i do? Gabrielle says in an eerily soothing voice: Please explain that.. Isaiah calms himself: 'Gabrielle . . . ' Schatten speaks with a voice like wind in the trees: "he hasn't left you" Gabrielle says in an eerily soothing voice: Yes, he has. Schatten speaks with a voice like wind in the trees: "but he has sought healing, completion of the healing from the wounds within" Isaiah steps closer to Gabrielle and kisses her lips gently Gabrielle says in an eerily soothing voice: I suppose our love was not enough for you, Isaiah? Isaiah stands back and looks into Gabrielle's eyes Isaiah calms himself: 'it is the most important thing to me Gabrielle' Gabrielle says in an eerily soothing voice: Then why are you throwing it away as if it were nothing? Isaiah calms himself: 'I'm not throwing it away . . . it is not nothing don't prove that human right I knew deep down that he was wrong' Gabrielle says in an eerily soothing voice: you know as well as I, Isaiah, that our Gods will no longer permit our union. Schatten speaks with a voice like wind in the trees: "why don't you ask" Isaiah takes Gabrielle's hands and kneels before her Isaiah calms himself: 'Gabrielle I'd ask you to marry me right now if you'd receive me' Gabrielle laughs softly. Gabrielle says in an eerily soothing voice: Are you truly so ignorant, Isaiah? Gabrielle says in an eerily soothing voice: Did you not just hear what I said? Isaiah calms himself: 'I did' Gabrielle says in an eerily soothing voice: Our Gods will not allow us to be together. That is what you have decided, and so i thank you, for being just the same as all the others . . . Isaiah calms himself: 'that is why I don't want to loose you and no, I'm not the same as all the others' Isaiah weeps slightly: 'please Gabrielle' Gabrielle says in an eerily soothing voice: Really, Isaiah, because i see little difference. I suppose you simply wished to use me? Isaiah weeps slightly: 'no, I didn't wish to use you' Gabrielle says in an eerily soothing voice: Sometimes I feel beauty is more of a curse than anything else.. Isaiah weeps slightly: 'Gabrielle . . . ' Gabrielle says in an eerily soothing voice: I wish the human was right, Isaiah, I wish i did not love you . . . Schatten speaks with a voice like wind in the trees: "look into his eyes' Gabrielle, and you into hers, into the souls of each other and find the truth" Isaiah takes Gabrielle's hand with both of his and kisses it tenderly and rubs it against his cheek Gabrielle pulls her hand away harshly. Isaiah weeps slightly: 'you mean everything to me' Gabrielle says in an eerily soothing voice: Do not. Gabrielle says in an eerily soothing voice: You are lying, Isaiah.. I can not and never will forget that eve, it was the worse day of my life, I loved Gabrielle so much, as much as an elf could and because I followed our heavenly father she left me. Much more was said but I will not write it all down it is hard to think of very hard. I felt so empty without her, I still dreamed of her and the pleasant times we spent together. I still would have married her but she would not have me that remained obvious, I pray that in years to come we will come together and things will change again.
Many days later, Gabrielle and I got the courage to meet and speak once again. She and I went to the druid circle and spoke for some time. It was hard for us to not show our love toward each other, but she kept asking for me to hurt her, to hurt her on the outside like I had done on the inside. Many times I refused. After speaking and looking lying down on the grass of the circle, she took a dagger that screamed out of her sacks and cut her hand deeply, her blood began pouring from the wound, in shock I watched and she took my hand and cut it the same. She grasped my hand in hers and said "now we will never truly be apart." I winced as the hands were held together tightly, blood dripping from both wounds onto the grassy knoll. We held hands for a long time before we parted. I had a scar for quite a long while. A wound from a screamer takes a long time to heal, even for an elf.
Things only got worse after that. I tried becoming a servant to help protect and minister all of the elves but it did not go over well. We captured an War for his crimes against elves and gave him to the alliance but it seems that they believe a demonic antipaladin of Xvim over an noble elf. He was released and went right back to his evil deeds. He was eventually killed for it though. Then there was Mosutha, I heard that he had killed Lydia, not an elf but still a friend to elves, Mielikki is a protector of our forests. And Mosutha killed Kaarell 4 times as well as Schatten. We got Kaarell's wristband of light back from him. Though it seems what goes around comes around, for I was soon taken by the evil drow Whisper and when he attacked me I requested a bounty on him. It only made things worse, he make all kinds of threats and when the bounty went through, despite my attempts to stop it, I was tortured for a long time and eventually killed. Torture of an elf is terrible because it will haunt them in the reverie, returning to re-experience the memory periodically. Soon after that, I was quite drunk on feywine for several days and went to the temple of Mystra. She shared some of her playful magic, it helped me to get the images of whisper and what he did to me out of my head. I spent only a few hours there before I went to sleep, I awoke and in few moments Melic a powerful priest of malar came with a net. The only thing I had on me a robe Lliira had lent to me. I didn't stand a chance and was soon murdered in Mystra's temple.
Still troubled greatly by the reaping of the evil seeds I had sown, light's death struck me like nothing had before. She was the only Lathanderite that had been in the realm longer than I. I loved her, she was like a mother to me. I know I am many times her age over and over again but I still cared for her. She had always been there for me and losing her was worse torture than anything Gabrielle or whisper did or could ever do to me. I am sorry Lathander the pain was just too great . . what I did . . . when I forsook you it was the best thing for the church. I know these are Gabrielle's words but "what if every lathanderite started running around doing the things I did?" I couldn't allow that to happen. You will always have a place in my heart and I'll never forget the new birth you have given me but I am not worthy to follow Lathander not after my crimes.
I first saw him in the temple of Lathander, he didn't say much so I paid him little attention Kaarell and Schatten and Callisto introduced him to me I didn't remember much about that time but eventually I saw him in Daggerdale with Corum and some other elves. They had finally found Dalmion, Gabrielle and I had searched for days with no luck. I was glad to see him, Dalmion and Loki whispered a lot together it seems they became friends quickly. I saw Loki ministering to Dalmion very often I was glad that he helped. Dalmion is very important to freeing the elves from their suffering in Tharis. Loki started to have a great effect on Dalmion because we were knocked out by evil power several times, then when Loki found that the sword, elfshine was the cause of Dalmion's curse (by the way Dalmion was cursed he kept having blackouts and one day awoke dragging a maimed corpse of a priest of Torm) Well, Loki pulled at the sword trying to get it away from Dalmion's hand and barbs jutted out from the hilt imbedding itself into his hand. He bled bad and all of the sudden a black mist came into the room, Loki and I both choked on it and something came out of the shadows, I quickly cast stoneskin on Loki hoping to protect him but it was not enough. Someone attacked us I had no idea what it was so I could not cast spells back upon it. I tried to match blades with it but soon the stoneskin failed and both Loki and I fell, knocked out on the ground. I awoke with War before me, he said that Lusell had saved me I don't know how it was probably a lie but that is what he said. Loki was not so lucky. He was killed maimed by Thomas to death. Such a terrible fate to befall an elf. Lathander appeared in the form of a lightning elemental he said Loki had helped purge Dalmion from the sword. We were charged to take the sword to a mage tower between Daggerdale and Kinero we sent Dalmion back to Tharis to talk to some people he needed to and parted ways. The next we met, he did not respond, I tried to contact him with netil to see how he was. Worried, I went to the mage tower and scryed him, I saw him acting strange, he was with shanna and Loki. Shanna was trying to take the curse weapon from him, it was morphed into a mace and I believe he was wielding it. We went to the temple of mielikki and soon Corum and Shanna were attacked. I was as well but I had stoneskin. I took Shanna after she was knocked out and drug her to a safe place. Well I thought it was safe, soon after I let her go and went back to get Corum, he was of coarse knocked out at Loki's feet. I picked him up and dragged him away like I did Shanna. Then I went back to Shanna and a monster came and attacked. I told her to run and took off fleeing. The thing came into mah and I saw what it was. A shadow monster of Xvim. Loki had used the cursed elven weapon to summon a shadow monster to get Shanna. The power of the weapon had corrupted him. I went back to Mielikki's temple but he was not to be found. So I went to scry him, I found him at attacked the monster but my magic was spent and the monster still stood. I went back to get more components and I saw Daelmas by the mirror I told he what has happened and we went to Daggerdale where Loki was. Corum was awake and all right he was naked though the shadow monster had his things, Loki was acting strangely still said that he was in control and a lightning elemental was speaking to him. Soon the lightning elemental attacked Xvim's shadow monster and Daelmas and I aided in the attack. Well, I quickly ran to get some things and when I finally caught up with Loki I found out that the cursed elven weapon had been destroyed.
Elfshine, the means cursed, the weapon yes, but also the lineage, it was something Dalmion inherited from his father, and his father's father.
Lifeday, 12 Colddays, 647 SG: I mourn for the death of non-elves at the hands of elves. Some interesting events have happened. Gabrielle was taken and molested (so she says) by Tanis again. It all happened with this half-orc Duloa I think his name was. He was taken by Marak (the only other priest of loviatar and human) and killed. Duloa made a big fuss about this and somehow convinced Tanis to take up his cause. I didn't think anything of this I actually wanted Marak to get his just dessert but I didn't think that Siera would be dragged into it as well. This is all wrong. Anyway, one day I was spying on Girruuth and Lusell, they whispered a few things to each other and Lusell asked where the old legion hall was. I followed them there and then wandered back to town. Tanis was there and was talking to netil. Through netil, Duloa was pleading to be rescued as he was tied up by Marak and awaiting torture no doubt for loviatar's glory.
I followed Tanis back invisible there and saw him quickly knocked Lusell out in a flurry of crushing blows and she fell hard to the ground from her mount with a thud. Marak probably experienced a similar fate but I did not stick around to see. Anyway, Tanis told me to leave so I went back to shadow and seeing that Theros was mad at me (why would anyone get so offended about an insult of their beard I do not know. Beards are stupid looking and ugly, much like dirt) So I went and fetched him, to get some rope for Tanis to tie up the two humans detestable human. Anyway, I came there after Theros at just the wrong time. It seems gabrielle did something foolish, she freed Lusell, I had just walked in the room invisible when she did this and Tanis dispelled my invisibility. Theros (not thinking as dwarves often do) rushed right at me with his dwarven hammer. Tanis knocked me over, blocking the exit as I tried to flee but after a second try I quickly ran past him. Gabrielle and I were both hunted by the dense minions alliance after this. I got away but unfortunately gab did not she was attacked by Tanis in town pounded till she could not move by his hammers. I mourned when heard he planned to execute her, my plans had gone terribly wrong.
But Daelmas heard about this, and he did something alarming, he started killing people because Tanis was a coward and refused to duel him for the life of Gabrielle. It worked but I don't think it gave us elves a better name. My heart was heavy after this. Those poor innocents, I always told myself not to worry about them they are not elves and I shouldn't allow myself to get involved. Things were going so peaceful till this happened, I am still angry with Tanis and threw globes of darkness at him as a way to show my displeasure with his reckless mannerisms. Before this Daelmas has been so go, he hadn't done anything evil for such a time, the plans for the elven hall were going well and it looked like elves could exist together in peace with one another and the rest of shadow. It went all wrong. I'm reminded of the words berset said to me "I"m surprised he hasn't killed you yet he has a very twisted mind" I was shocked to hear berset, someone who everyone runs from say such a thing.
I'm rambling though, anyway, just last night, I was searching to capture Marak and make him pay the price for getting gab involved in this. I found him captured by a half-elf named Armos. Armos didn't seem to want to kill him he wanted to let him die alone and starve, which I found quite disgusting I longed to behead that lovite right there but I knew it was Armos's right to give Marak's head to the magistrate. But he waited too long.
Daelmas and Gabrielle came in, seeking Marak I suppose but somehow most everyone by Marak died. Armos dragged Marak off but a dwarf Trevize and two others died that night. The streets of shadow were stained with all kinds of blood of different races. It was a mess and truly troubled my elven heart. Looking over the battle, Daelmas didn't kill any of them it was loviatar's power that killed most everyone as lightning strut them down killing Trevize and the others when Daelmas was content to not battle them any further. I will not admit this to any non-elf but I found Gabrielle's actions in doing this quite disagreeable. It's like all my efforts to unite the elves are falling apart like a gust of wind on a house of cards....
Flameday, 16 Winterstime, 648 SG These past few days have been terrible, the words that Marak said before Daelmas and Gabrielle still haunt me
Marak(to Jeffrey Armos) "If you kill me you will be killed 10 times because Gabrielle is Daelmas's wife" A few days later I received a Devine message that Kaarell had decided that he was going to become the head of the guild of elves, and he quickly rallied support. Just today he told me that more than 80% of the elves he talked to supported him. I am very bitter that so many would turn against the lady Ambrosia and I. Not to mention the rest of us. I spent so much time working on the plans for the guild. It was to be a wonderful keep set in the mountains in the tradition of our grey elven fathers. Daelmas's fear is that Kaarell's leadership will be a revision of elven history. I am not so worried about that Kaarell has a good heart unlike some elves that I know but I feel so betrayed. Why, when we were so closed to finishing this after all these years of planning and gathering support would he turn on me. Turn on all of us . . .
I tried to speak to Kaarell again today but I didn't have much luck. He is hateful and vengeful and won't listen to me he won't reply to anything I have to say. I even told him that Daelmas wouldn't be in the guild, he never planed to be but Kaarell seemed to not be listening. I had a similar encounter with goldeneyes. That wood elf thinks that I'm doing something terrible by not joining in the struggle the thirst for slaughter and Kaarell's fanaticism. I wish the days when we all got along being back. I spoke to goldeneyes a bit and reminded him of when tarot him and I fell to nightfall and he said he remembers that well, and that is why it is so sad to see me like I am now. I kill hangman trees often now to try to prove something to myself, joining the elven archers in the forest in there struggles.
I fear for the worst, if Kaarell's guild is built then I will be a great personal loss for all my time in planning out the pictures. But the worst will be the slaughter that could ensue, if both guilds are created, I don't like being labeled as an evil elf, for that is what I am not . . . I do fear for the worst though.
lightday, 11 renewal, 648 SG Seems that things are deteriorating, I've kept killing hangman trees and their ogre mage counterparts but it's doing little good I haven't done it as much now I grow weary of it. Kaarell still won't listen to me and I wonder if he even cares I try not to grow bitter but it's not easy. Gwen and Mosutha betrayed me of late, I was telling Gwen about the frightful tale of being stuck in the dimension with an evil demon and how only the elves escaped alive sense we are superior anyway. Gwen took this very wrong and spread the news to Mosutha who greatly insulted me for my statements he seems to forget that ambrosia said the exact same things that lesser races are not as blessed as elves. It's a fact I don't think of Mosutha Spungold and Ianthe as cowards maybe I called them that I don't know nevertheless, the principle that counts is that they cannot be allowed to control my actions So, I'm sure in time things will straighten themselves out, though I am sorely disappointed with Gwen she seems to be turning against me . . .
I saw Loki again today, It had been a quite a while sense I spoke with my fellow grey elf. I always looked up to him, thinking of him as some kind of spiritual role model. But when I saw him today he frightened me. Something was seriously wrong with him that he was not telling me. He told me that he had been tortured for three consecutive days but it was more than that. He contacted me though Lathander's blessing of mind speaking. This was a good thing sense I was looking for Leire (another fellow grey elf maiden, a lady of the courts) sense the winds spoke of her demise. It's frightening to me though because I worked so hard and perished at a mishap battling the forest llinorm. I died but my soul was purged from the neutrality that had plagued it for the past few years. I'm not sure what to do. I've lost so much strength and it seems even though I have accomplished that I have lost so much training as well. I felt more lonely then ever. That is why seeing Loki act so strangely plagued me like nothing before. His neck was covered with scars, he looked terrible. He was not the gentle, caring elf that he had always been before he seemed to a bit obsessed over things. Most of note the elfshine that Lathander himself removed from him. I was glad Leire was there, her presence I think helped him to keep his composure. She reminded him of Shanna (bless her heart, she is gone now) Anyway, I told Leire Loki's story about his great deed of freeing Dalmion and all of the adventures in regards to stopping the slave trade between Tharis and Tonovi. Sinister is dead now he stated, and he spoke of the captain of the Tonovi guard something like loisare was his name if my memory serves me. I'm still very grieved that Loki would give himself to infiltrate the elven slave markets, it's just unthinkable. He's always been so selfless but this time I fear he's gone to far. I hope Leire will see not what Loki is becoming but rather what he was in the past one of the best of us.
I fear for the worst, could Dalmion's curse be passed on to Loki? God forbid.
Lifeday, 18 Growingdays, 648 SG Odd events have happened of late, I'm not sure where to start . . . I suppose I'll start with my cleansing. Just recently I came back trying to regain some of the items and strength I lost. I was frustrated and felt cheated and dejected and depressed greatly so I spent a few weeks in fasting and meditation. One day I came out and looked around Tharis forest I had spent much time there in the past fighting of the hangman trees along with other evil ogre mages, helping my fellow elven arches in there protecting of the woods. Anyway, I finally did enough good deeds to atone for my pasts sins. Unfortunately I missed a rush on the linnorm and eventually fell to him because I did not bring many kits. But I was cleansed, my heart was once again good as it was before I spent most all of my time with Gabrielle. It was a time of both grief and pain. I'm glad though, because I had never really been happy being neutral, ever sense I resigned my membership in Kaarell's church, truthfully it was like a piece of me was missing . . . a sense of emptiness that nothing could fill. I didn't go back to the father of lights right away, it took something tragic, ordained from above to awake me from my complacency.
I walked into a conversation between Girruuth Shade and Kaarell. They seemed to be saying something about someone who killed all sorts of people. I never really pay much attention on consider non-elves very credible sources of information though. Girruuth said something about "and then there's Isaiah here who protects and aids this evil" I assumed this was going to be another attempt to demonize an elf session so preceded to correct Girruuth's accusation. No, I'm not evil I never was evil nor do I support evil. Anyone who considers something 2nd hand as over something first hand is a fool. We cannot just say someone is a vile beast and hates everyone and wants them dead, well we can but that does not make it true. Truth is something that we cannot create it is outside of ourselves and we cannot change it. The plurality in these realms makes me sick, sometimes lesser races seem dumb as rocks. ANYWAY! that is a bit off the subject, I'm trying to act a bit more humble but it's not easy.
Then it happened, Daelmas and . . . sadly . . . Lady Ambrosia entered and attacked Kaarell and Girruuth. I left after the battle started, right before Daelmas stabbed at Kaarell I stated that I'd never support evil. It was WAY to much for me at the moment. But Daelmas, he's an elf, a grey elf even granted he's done some horrible things that he should atone for but he's saved me and other elves from horrible fates, as has the Lady Ambrosia, she saved me from whatever terrible fate Gabrielle and War had planned for me. I knew I would regret it later but I could not stand to see an elf die its all I could think of at the moment. Waking from my daze of thoughts, I peered back into the room and saw . . Daelmas . . . lying knocked out on the ground and Ambrosia sprawled out from a missed rush. So I did it. I ran it, heaved Daelmas over my shoulder and drug him to safety. It took a few minutes to get some kits to heal him he was hurt very bad. When he was knocked out, I tried to explain myself to him already feeling guilty and hoping against hope that he wouldn't continue to do evil deeds.
When he was healed enough to speak, he could only think of the Lady Ambrosia, I told him that I didn't know what happened to her and then he teleported away. I sat there looking upon the view of the forests, weeping bitterly and doubting what I had done, if it was the right thing. I later contacted him and asked him not to kill Kaarell that I don't like to see people die. He said that he wouldn't but he just wanted his bracelet back. Saving him prevented another elf, a grey elf even, the purest of our kind from dying. That's the right thing to do . . isn't it?
I spent the night sitting weakly out of one of my windows looking out at the crescent moon and the sprawling forests below. I wept bitterly for hours, I couldn't help it. Just like before I was alone and felt the gnawing emptiness like never before. I figured that Girruuth would want to hunt me down and kill me (again), but I knew where I needed to go to find hope. I feel before the altar of my God telling him how much I missed light, and how much it hurt to have her gone how I wished to have her wisdom in this moment. Most of all, I confessed how miserable I had become without the Father of Lights in my life. I prayed that he'd allow me membership one again. Much to my surprise I was accepted.
I spent some more time there, and eventually noticed that Kaarell had returned to the realm. I owed that elf an explanation. I met him and Gwen at the entrance of the alliance hall (not my favorite place) Kaarell was shock. I didn't know what to tell him, so I told him the truth. That the best time of my life was when I and Light set out to spread our heavenly father's words and grace to the whole realm. I told him that I missed those days and wanted to begin anew. Kaarell charged me to not speak with Daelmas or Gabrielle, I accepted, it was not easy to be submissive to a lesser elf but for my God's sake I knew I must. Later, shade and Girruuth entered they seemed like they wanted me dead so I left. Girruuth told me to come back or he'd hunt me down and if I did come back he'd not attack. I don't trust him he has evil orc's blood flowing through his veins but so far he's proven himself as good as his word. As expected, most everyone tore into me like a piece of meet, I was not allowed to get more than a few words in edgewise, I longed to leave because the strife at the pond (where we were now speaking) was unbearable. I stayed though, Kaarell wanted me to and Girruuth said he'd kill me if I left (savage orc). Shade was the most unforgiving of all of them. I'd rather not repeat what is said as insults do not serve good to the use of edification. I left them when Kaarell did, the sun had just arisen but the reverie was calling me nonetheless
--- Flameday, 4 Autumnstime, 648 SG ----
Sadly, I awoke to discover that our heavenly father was utterly displeased with me, he struck me down sapping my strength and the goodness which I had worked so hard to regain was taken from me. I've been growing weary of this realm, I find often it's hard to even get out of my home to go down to see if there is any evil that is plaguing the lesser races. I do a terrible job of acting like the grey elves I read about in stories. They always seemed to be simple, noble creatures that fought so skillfully against evil. I want to be like that, not someone who is a traitor that allies himself with evil. I've slowly taken to regaining training and money, who knows maybe I'll be able to raise enough gold to pay for these plans I had been working on so hard. No one seems to really support Lady Ambrosia anymore, she has I fear given into that evil which has stolen Daelmas away from us. No one talks about the elven hall at all anymore. Seems it is becoming more of a memory and less of a possibly, just like the plans I made for building a sparkling temple to our Lord and heavenly father.
NO, I must not allow myself to become bitter, hate and resentment is something that an elf should keep far from them. The other night I met together with a few elves, first Leire, but also Ryensafea and Kaarell. We spoke for a length, I try to be pleasant and encouraging as a good host should be. Also, to prove to myself that I am not evil and do not use words as instruments of hurting others like Gabrielle so often does. Leire seemed concerned with me as I have not acted as "she" would approve of grey elves. She's even more stuck up than myself. I kinda like her. I wish Elvadrin would come back to us, he reminds me much of Leire, who was his apprentice. Though I should pray for his soul as well, though he seems to look more like a high elf anymore(which I find odd). Kaarell claimed to me later that night that Elvadrin killed him, dax and even Tanis(who I thought far too powerful) all in the name of balance. I know the call to stop the extremist but I never went to the extent to murder someone who had a reputation as a "holier than thou" individual Leire seemed to quiet, I think she was hiding something from myself. Anyway, Ryensafea and her got along alright, No words of hate were exchanged in my home. Later, when Kaarell came, he told me about all the evilness going on. Such news always makes me depressed. Before Gabrielle started spending so much time with Daelmas things seemed so pleasant, I thought that my prayers were being answered. Ijan told me that Daelmas would only use me and that I just stop including him in the elven hall plans. This was a while ago though, it's a possibility I suppose. I really wish Something could happen to make Daelmas snap out of it, elves, especially grey elves should know to behave differently, to be an examples of purity and pillars of integrity which we were created for. He, myself, we all should know better. Loki and Leire are the only grey elves left who embrace the path of the light now. Though, I fear for Loki's soul. He is not around much anymore, I hope he's ok.
Formday, 2 Plantingdays, 649 SG
It seems things have changed again, I've not seen Loki or Leire nor Ryensafea for some time now. Seems even new friends that I have just made are already leaving me. Such is life I suppose But all might as well write about it to pass the time and keep myself occupied I've grown quite lonely of late and have been very frustrated with how things are becoming here in the realms.
First, it took very much self control to let myself be imprisoned by a lesser elf such as Kaarell. That's not so unbearable as the fact that he's been gone from the realms, showing up nearly as little as Loki and tarot do anymore. I know he and I never really got along at least not for any great length of time but doesn't mean that I don't miss him. I don't miss the many arguments we had but with him gone from the realm I (for what I hope is only temporary) I feel almost sad that he's left. Well--I suppose I miss him but only a little bit. Don't want him to think I'm going soft though. He has earned his high priesthood through many trials. I suppose he will join the long list of adventures that have left me here in the realms yet again.
What else? It was Kaarell actually who led me in inspiration for attacking whisper nah, killing whisper in front of Tallanvor like I did the other night. He'd been asking me to hunt Daelmas for a long time, to which I refused but then he told me about how he almost killed whisper. Hearing this, I was much in shock, how could Kaarell, a mear high elf outdo me in combat, almost defeating the most powerful drow in the realm. that more than anything is what drove me into seeking to put a stop to whisper's reign of terror that had gone on for far to long.
Maybe I got lucky, I don't know but it took less of an effort to hunt down whisper then it did Arkanazzt, that drow assassin would hide in thief's guilds and other places where I could not mount an attack on him. It took quite the effort to hunt down Arkanazzt. On the other hand, I only went after whisper twice, firstly he evaded my attack, I didn't even see him at the location I pegged him when I arrived a few moments later. But a few days later I scryed him and saw oddly, Him and Tallanvor together. Only kind words were not being shared. Tallanvor was bound and sitting on a corner of a boat in the dark. Whisper was there with her looming over her what his plans were to do to her I don't know. But he wasn't happy with her. Supposedly she saved adlon from whisper. Or at least tried. Who knows, maybe Tallanvor has found some new love. .
While I found this somewhat interesting, I knew that this was my chance, so when the glow of the mirror faded I spoke the words of travel grasping at the weave sending me in a blue light to whisper's location. As soon as I got my orientation settled, I screamed a word of paralysis upon that vile creature. Several sparks of lightning shot from my arm burning into his flesh. Soon the boat was filled with the smell of burning flesh of drow. Somehow Whisper managed to reach for his kits of blue healing vials and drunk many quickly. Worried, I unleashed my most powerful magic upon him striking him dead as the word of death shot into his body. His black soul was torn from his dark skin body. It looked much like a shadow and sped away leaving his now lifeless body standing empty before me. Moments later, its eye's still wide it collapsed in a clump to the floor of the boat. Tallanvor screamed "NOOO!!" as he fell to the ground finally perished. She screamed again, "DAMN YOU!!!", when I picked up the lifeless form and teleported away. I took a few items from the dead drow's body and left it buried in the mountains.
Arselia, Goldeneyes, Kli, Myself, Felica Raavena and all the other elves who he has killed or tortured I hope feel solace from the death of this drow. I always felt guilty because when Arselia was tortured by whisper I was fighting monsters for money with Kli and goldeneyes on aramanath. The thought that if I had only invited her or done this or that she could have been with her husband Kli and been safe. But she, as myself shall be tormented every time when the reverie brings back to us the experience of death and torture at Whisper's hands. Was I afraid? Yes very much, I still am but I thank Kaarell because if not for my jealously of his battling whisper I probably would not have sought that vile drow out. I find most of my time I spend alone anyway, I hope that some day I'll come to meet someone new who will be there for me. Better yet, someone who I can be there for them. I don't know what shall be next, but I pray that I will continue well, perhaps some day I will find a new vision . . .
Seems I may have been mistaken in thinking that things are for the better now. True, I did kill a very powerful drow and my elven friends assure me that is a good thing. But by some dark powers he was allowed back into the realm. Maybe mask gave him a new body. He's c.. He's continued his evil actions. Nah, he's redoubled them. Both friends of mine Ambrosia and Goldeneyes have been beaten until they were knocked out. Next, Whisper stole from them. I don't know why he's putting so much effort to hurt elves now. After being killed by one you think he would be more afraid of them. But sadly that seems not the case. Furthermore, tensions between Gabrielle and I are at quite the high. She hides behind Melic so I cannot punish her for being such a insult to elven kind. Though . . . just the other night Ambrosia and I were talking, and Gabrielle walked in. She attacked the evil priestess and drug her off. She said that Gabrielle would be a "Gift" for Daelmas. That she's give Daelmas his whore that would make him happy. I didn't know what to think. I didn't want gab to be killed, and ambrosia had quite the bad day with whisper attacking her. Hopefully Gabrielle and ambrosia will get their act's together. High elves are so flighty at times. It's alright though. There is quite a great deal of time to make things right. I'm sure in a few years a solution will present itself.
I'm at a loss for words right now. I'm somewhat depressed, I hope things are going well with you Armise and shall continue to pray and research for a way to right the many wrongs that are rampant with elven kind.
Well, things have kept me on my toes. I've been very weary as of late. I was so upset seeing ambrosia so sad. She claimed that she would be able to get her things back well on her own. I didn't doubt it. But I saw the opportunity so I quickly struck and took him captive. We went to Seneca and I set him in the church on the floor knocked out and tied up. He had most of ambrosia's things. The only thing I know that was missing was her black helmet of the dawn. I got a few things that I knew were goldeneyes's from him. I didn't get a chance to give them back because later something sorrowful would happen to the elf who I had journeyed throughout the realm with. But more of that later. When whisper came to I questioned him rather harshly, I kept the gag on him because I know he's a very evil and powerful drow and I didn't want any of his tricks. I continued sorting though his things. It seems he had just killed some half-breed named danar for messing around with his wife Tallanvor. I didn't know until Armos told me later. I didn't really care actually. I just wanted to protect the elves in the realm. being an elf of honor I afore decided that I was not going to kill the drow. He could have killed both goldeneyes and the Lady Ambrosia but did not. Melic, though, I knew Melic was a good friend of the princess. I asked Armos to contact Melic and ask him to come there. It turns out that by some strange perversion Melic and whisper were friends. I was about the cut off whisper's hand and give it to his wife Tallanvor to show her and him that messing with my elven cousins is a bad idea. Just like in the legend I read about the dwarf who killed an elf. You see Tallanvor was given a rose that I saved from whisper's corpse from before and she offered it to the gods. It was a surprise. I eventually left whisper in the church not knowing what was going to happen to him. I was very upset because the alliance was not around. After whisper left I ran into shadow and slapped all the members of the alliance I could find I was so upset with them . . .
Today my studies in divination magic have finally started to show fruit. Sense joining the consortium, I have found some tomes there of quite ancient age. Many days have I looked at them, some written in long forgotten languages, and some quite brittle. I found a one written in an ancient elven calligraphy a style that has not been used for thousands of years. It spoke of a seer that lives hidden deep in the forests to the south. I figured that seer could help me in one way or another. So I set out to look for the one gifted with sight. The tome said that this seer was a spirit of the forest and would only live on an island with a single tree. The lake is said to be guarded by beautiful yet enchanting neirad that can charm a man into the water where they will most certainly meet their death by drowning. Only one who brought offerings such as to appease the seer would be allowed to pass onto the sacred island.
So, I spent several months in my tree scrying the forests to the south until I found the lake which that tome had spoken of. Studying the location I memorized the exact spot I deemed safe to teleport to and headed to ahza to buy some offerings to appease the spirit. I spent quite an amount of gold on these offerings, spices golds, exotic and rare plants. I teleported to the lake with the island and set them upon the shore. Nothing, nothing happened for several days. I just sat and waited. One day after waking up from the reverie I saw a pixie filling her sack with the items. Still groggy I staggered to my feet but the pixie was gone back into the forest in a quick flash of movement. "Curses" I thought as I stepped out on the shore and looked over the crystal clear water. Upset, I cast a stone into the water. It bounced, and skipped and eventually just lay on top of the water. Quite surprised, I blinked in disbelief and took a step onto that clear and glimmering lake. My feet did not sink. I took a second step heading closer to the island still I did not sink. I took another and another, several more till I was full over the lake, I looked down and saw several female silhouettes in the water. Fearful of being charmed and drown I quickly looked up and hurried to the island of the seer's spirit.
Stepping onto the island I looked down and saw that the sand was a fine grain and white as snow. Knowing the customs of elder elven generations, I removed my shoes to show respect for this, a holy place. One foot touches the soft sand and then another. Instantly, I heard a soft female whisper, it seems to come from somewhere specific but yet at the same time echoed all around me. It was like the voice of a thousand angles resonating through my ears. I kneeled down and begged for assistance in my quest to find that which was lost.
Silence . . .
After several hours of just kneeling there, slightly afraid that I had offended the seer, I let out a soft sigh. A tall, shimmering, translucent and female elven figure appeared before me.
"What you seek, it is not what you are prepared for, search your heart and find the answer, when you have purified your soul come back, until then return this blessing to whom it belongs"
I closed my eyes, and let out a soft sigh. When I opened them, I was back in my home with magical whip glowing in torrents before me. So, I set out to find it's master, and fulfill the seerer's wish.
After the long journey, I made my way back to my home to rest and seek out the spell dancer to whom the oracle charged me. I was very tired and fell into the reverie up on the roof of my tree I dreamed visions it was not just re-experiencing past moments of my life. I found myself standing in a dark room eerily silent and frozen in time. An elf sat kneeling and bent over, frozen covered with ice on the floor, his hair was silver and his hands covered his face. It seemed like a tremendous burden was upon him. < The tall,shimmering, translucent and female elven oracle appeared before me in my dream. She looked to the frozen and kneeled over on the floor. She let out a soft sigh that resonated through my ears a thousand times I felt her mourning like the chorus of a thousand elves lamenting over a great hero, their beautiful elven singing sadly sung yet still embodied by the fairest of all elven singing voices lamenting in song. She took a step towards me her image a blur of bright shimmering light. Her slow steps toward me appeared in my dream as more of a blur of each step like where she was a moment earlier still glowed of her white dressed figure though slightly faded with each step and passing moment until the bright glow of the translucent elf was before me. Her mouth moved and the voice of a thousand angels rung through my head.
"I know what you will do Isaiah, I know your heart I know you have suffered beyond what any elf should. I know what will happen. I know that even if I told you it would not dissuade you. I know and can feel your burdened elven heart for your kindred, but stand strong Isaiah one day all things will be made right"
I awoke in a cold sweat from where I was lying against the branch of my tree. Several fairies were snuggled into my clothing sleeping quietly their glowing bodies a faint violet in their sleep. I slowly got up and gently wrapped them in small leaves which were like blankets to them I kissed each one fondly and took a crystal vial filled with sparkling faerie dust. It was the only fitting punishment for Gabrielle, it was the perfect end to her years, no decades of spreading suffering. She would forsake loviatar and leave Daelmas and the Lady Ambrosia alone, never to ruin two lovers again and spend the rest of her days as a true elf bathed in light. All these years that she had been tormenting me, manipulating others, using the beauty given to her by Corellon Larethian himself, for Loviatar. Such things ought not to be so. I knew that I was taking a great risk but if it worked all of my concerns would be dealt with. Daelmas would no longer defile the bed of him and his betrothed Ambrosia, and Gabrielle would become who she really was "Siera" the princess of a noble elven king. I had to take the risk. There remained no other choice. 11:51 Flameday, 16 Springstime, 650 SG
--- 12:30 Lightday, 23 Springstime, 650 SG ---
It all started late one night with Lady Ambrosia, we were sitting and talking about things at the dragon fountain in Daggerdale. I was talking to her about Daelmas and Gabrielle trying to get her to see the truth between them that she was trying so very hard to ignore. That elf can be hard to reason with so I try to be tactful then Iymbral walks in and begins harking on and on about how Daelmas and Gabrielle were drow. He ascribed that word to those two elves very many time. Ambrosia was furious she went ballistic at him telling him why he was wrong. I told her that we shouldn't be so hard on him because if we prove to be nicer that would be a better testimony. But this was long ago, and the words that were exchanged are not so important. The shock was Ambrosia's defense of Gabrielle. She was the last person I'd ever expect to defend that torture witch.
Ambrosia sings in the beautiful high speech: Gabrielle is not a drow only Corellon has the power to make an elf a drow. Killing her would not be acceptable because we elves live so long there is always the chance that she may turn around in the years to come.
This came to a shock to me and after all that Gabrielle had done to the relationship between Ambrosia's betrothed. It was the last person I'd expect to hear it from. It was some time ago, but that night I began studding some of the ancient elven magics searching for anything anyway to make what Ambrosia claimed possible a reality. I took several years researching and studying but finally I had a plan. One night I finally snapped. Gabrielle had been contacting me many times through her goddess she was trying... More like pretending to be nice and trying to befriend me with her tainted love to dry my soul int the abyss like the succubus she is. No one was around to help her not this time, not Melic not Daelmas. When the witch entered my head I scryed her, she was standing at the healers in Tonovi. I teleported there just in time to see her flee, Invisible, I chased her down the streets of Tonovi. Frantically the female elf fled pushing surprised guards and citizens aside who did not see the pursuer. Cornered at the end of the alley she pulled out her black whip and struck it against the brick wall, a dark violet misty portal formed by the evil mistress's power. She promptly lept in. It closed not a moment later. "She things she's escaped" I whispered quietly to my self as the blue light led me back to the still-glowing mirror which was grown aside the drunk of the tree. "She shall not escape the justice that is due her." I saw a frighted female elf praying frantically amidst the shrieks of pain. I teleported to Deku and saw Myzil stalking outside her temple. The thought occurred to me that my actions that night may very well save her from a death of strangulation at the hands of Myzil. As soon as he was out of the way, I swiftly made my way to the evil house of pain. watch most disdainful place it was, reminds me to much of Lusell's encounter with myself, Daevorn and Gabrielle. With a slight shiver I stepped in the archway entering the temple. I was still invisible. It was over momentarily the acolytes in there quaked in fear as their beloved and beautiful high priestess was slung over the shoulder of seemingly no one. A blue light filled the temple and she and I left the frightened acolytes to their confusion. I set her down at the base of the tower of the cathedral in Seneca on the soft elaborate carpet, she looked beautiful like an Angel sleeping so peaceful . . .
With a mental slap to the face I stirred myself from my momentary stupor. To redouble my resolve I pictured Lady Ambrosia's experience as Selune appeared in the hours before dawn. The blue haired female elf frantically tried to rationalize a scenario where Daelmas was innocent, where everyone was lying save him. I focused on the image Selune presented us, the translucent forms of Daelmas and Gabrielle embraced as lovers, with the princess covering his face weeping freely, frantically denying the truth that their engagement had be betrayed . . . No, I must not loose heart, this had to be done for Ambrosia's Daelmas's and Gabrielle's sake. I began working away at the cage where the once good hearted elf known as Siera had been kept captive for over a century.
After several hours I had little luck, the fortress where the damsel was held stood firm. I left my cheetah Ledrandos to guard the elf and sought out my Selunite priest friend Jeffery and his assistance. I told him to meet me in the bell tower of Seneca, and to come invisible. After a longer wait then I would have liked he arrived and I explained the situation and how he was a priest with great power he could help her. To my surprise, he denied, saying that if he did so he would become evil. How saving a captive elf is an evil deed is beyond me but I had not time to argue. Ledrandos pawed at me to tell me that Gabrielle was stirring. I searched through my robes. I pulled out a crystal vial filled with a sparkling violet dust. It was the dust of the fairies, some of my only true friends left. Often as I was doing vigorous research, perched on a branch of my tree. They would get jealous that I spent so little time with them and sprinkle the sparking flakes on me. They would then ask me to play with them and some how I never refused.
This, and a handful of illusionary cantrips were the keys to Siera's cell. As she awoke she resisted strongly at first. I feared it would not work. But because elven magic is so close to that of the fairies the elf was freed. She spoke in a calm and enchanting tone "I am free loviatar holds no power over me" I took her to an inn of Seneca where she cursed loviatar and offered her holy black whip in defiance of her former mistress claiming that she would never serve her again.
Then, to my shock, she looked down to her finger, there was a ring, an engagement ring on it. She looked to me and said "Where is Daelmas?" The words shocked me. How could he? Damn it Daelmas, Ambrosia loves you! The two elves were engaged. Elves are not like humans, they can't hop from engagement to engagement, once they form a bond their mate is part of them. This is why an elven divorce is unthinkable, they become bonded so closely separation to an elf is more like amputation. Daelmas' actions are a disgrace to our people, my people. Nevertheless, one thing was certain I had gotten myself in WAY over my head.
After a few moments, I stopped gaping and continued on with the original plan, "Siera, Daelmas needs our help. You have been freed', your... (I chocked out the word) Betrothed' needs your help. He needs to be convinced to forever forsake the path of darkness and live as our creator intended" Said I. Siera claimed that her head ached terribly. She confessed her remorse of all the evil deeds she was guilty of and wished to make things right. This Siera was only an illusion but the words of goodness and light she spoke were to me a sweet savor, greater then that of the sweetest honey suckle. But my joy was short lived, it blinded me from reality.
I left her in Seneca, confident that I had stressed independence from evil enough. I was tired and had work to do. In the crystal vial that contained the fairy dust, now held several locks of Siera's long black hair. This was the instrument of which I hoped to scry her stolen elven daughter. When I arrived to my tree, I charged the most responsible keep it hidden until needed.' She clumsily flew off bearing the (for her) heavy burden.
The call of the reverie was heavy upon me. I fell softly into the bed of leaves spending the night re-experiencing pleasant memories. When I stirred from the reverie it hit me that I needed to get a book from the consortium library. I meant to go the night before. I drowsily got myself up and headed to shadow. Walking down the southern road, I noticed someone spying on me from the shadows, my first thought was it is Daelmas, but he couldn't possibly know not so soon, sadly, I was wrong. When I awoke from the brutal attack, my hands were bound fast behind my back and my feet tied tightly together with a coarse rope that scratched against my fine skin. Daelmas must have been very angry because my hands felt numb as the tight binds cut off the circulation to them. Much to my surprise, my mouth remained ungaged. As my eyes fluttered open, I surveyed the surroundings they looked jungle-like, there were several monks that would enter and leave swinging on vines. I quickly glanced over my items things were missing. It seems not only was Daelmas a betrayer of his own kind but also a petty thief. Nevertheless, he looked very angry as soon as I lifted my head from where I was laying on the jungle floor he regarded me with a stony gaze.
Daelmas spoke in a beautiful flowing musical tone: What did you do to Gabrielle? The change was far too quick to be voluntary. What was it, domination?
Battered, bruised, and betrayed I didn't choose my next words wisely, No, her willpower is too great to be dominated, I drugged her.' Daelmas became enraged. You did what? He then barked out a stream of insults about how terrible and evil and how what I did was such a sin against elven kind. I didn't reply right away until he barked out these words: Use your mouth!
I asked him if it was any different then what he did to me. Telling me that Lathander and Selune only used me and spit me out when I was no use to them and how I must avoid Schatten and Kaarell and all of the followers of those deities.
To this he replied: Gabrielle did that not me, I never asked anything out of you, I could have made you a monster but I didn't. You took Gabrielle's choice away.
He was lying, I knew for certain that he forbade me to speak with those two elves. Still upset, I continued on, how can you do this to me Daelmas I saved your life, if not for me Girruuth, Shade and Kaarell would have killed you, or worse'
Daelmas spoke in a beautiful flowing musical voice: I could have escaped at any time the only reason I remained was because of Ambrosia.
Another lie, when drug Daelmas off he was still wearing armor. I spoke to Shade not long ago as to why he didn't strike the mortal blow to Daelmas, he said that he was about to but I beat him to Daelmas.
I spoke elegantly with elven poise: No, I saved your life, Shade was about to strike the final blow upon you, you didn't even thank me and this is how your repay me.' He still remained true to his earlier statement, that he could have escaped at any time. He continued taunting me insulting me for a while then eventually grabbed a vine and swung away leaving me there to starve no doubt. Being near death as I was the debate with Daelmas took much more out of me then I had in me. As soon as Daelmas left (and with him the rush of adrenalin) my vision began to become tunneled. A few moments more , darkness fell upon me.
Hours . . . minutes . .. Days might have passed . I could not tell. My once clean clothing was covered in dirk and muck. My body felt of grime mixed with a cold sweat. If not for the connection elves had with nature, giving them resistance to the elements I surely would have died. I awoke and began testing my bond, they were still tight I could not now feel my hand or feet. My stomach grumbled as hunger set in. I had one chance to live. I pictured the most populated place firmly in my memory. I closed my eyes , cast the spell and appeared at the hall of the consortium.
Now, I must add some context for this to make sense. Several months before I was doing research in the consortium all night I was awake and as the dawn appeared it's amber rays filled the lounge, a radiant voice spoke to me. The words were not kind but condemning me accusing me of seeking the path of balance. I fiercely denied it and argued for several minutes, but as the sun finally passed completely over the horizon the voice stilled saying "Prove yourself with action, not word my child"
This led me to come at odd with two of the three leaders of the guild. Mosutha, a mass murderer and betrayer of the mother of all magic was currently the leader. I lawfully implored the current members to de-throne this disgrace and restore integrity to the guild. Lazy as he was, Mosutha did little to defend himself. Gwen defended him fully, her tongue lit by the fires of the abyss. Needless to say, many people joined Gwen in hateful rhetoric against me, putting me in bad standing with all but Margath who claimed bards had no right to get involved in mage business.
Anyway, a bit worried no one came from the consortium, many hours passed. Much to my surprise, a dwarf by the name of Desmond contacted me asking about what I knew of the Derro. He untied me just as starvation began to creep in. How embarrassing rescued by a dwarf from an elf. Shortly thereafter I headed up to the hot springs by my home and tried to clean myself up. I spent hours in the steamy springs trying to clean myself up. Even after my body was cleaned and clothing I still felt dirty. Strong emotions coursed from within me. I felt anger, pity, sadness and fear all at once. I spent most of my time alone in there trying to calm down and get a hold of myself. I found I hid in the shadows of invisibility more often now a spell that I almost never used to use. I decided continued to defend S'lore in the Consortium and rally support against Mosutha. Girruuth offered to help me, he said that he would offer to party with any member of the consortium that wanted it to show my good will. We discussed many options but I never agreed to anything unlawful.
It was only several days after my brush with death at the hand's of an elf who should be my brother and kindred when I received a mental connection from Pyros. He said that Gwen wanted to meet me in the consortium. It was all a ruse she just brought me there to publicly attack my good name. Avolith (obviously a cyricist) had posted lies about the conversation I had with Girruuth saying that I wanted to form a Coup. I denied it, Avolith obviously was manipulating the guild because if he cared so much he should have just appeared from his invisibility and spoke to me in person rather then do what he did. Shade also told Gwen that he spoke to Girruuth and in lied again saying that I was going to use him for a coup. Anyway, I met Gwen at the meeting table of the consortium and she brought Eqarnan and Pyros with her, both members of the her cursed Iron fist. Armos spoke to Gwen as Pyros was brought into the halls but she ignored him. They all screamed things that aught not have been said insults far to vile to be repeated Pyros even said Mosutha wouldn't be removed from the guild because he wouldn't allow it. Gwen and Eqarnan said nothing to correct him. They were the unlawful members of the guild not I. I did not deserve to be removed, Gwen as a bard had no right. She agreed to this but said she did because she brought me into the guild and that she was just correcting her wrong. I quickly defused this by saying that Mosutha TOLD me that I could go either to her or Margath to join the guild. The wounds still fresh from Daelmas betrayal I cursed her and left. So, I kicked the dust off my feet and left. Gwen said that I was only being suspended for my wrong doings (all lies). I didn't have the will to argue, not after my near death encounter with Daelmas. Now, I truly know how the elves in Tharis felt. Gwen, Eqarnan and Pyros had the same mad gleam in their eyes as a mob of ruffians about to lynch an elf.
Very disturbed, I locked myself away in my home for several days wallowing in self of pity. I was interrupted by aldera, Siera had hired her to contact me. When I heard from her, I quickly changed my focus from self pity to compassion on an elf who needed it more then anything right now. I gave here money because she could not longer use loviatar to contact me but had to resort to local telepathist Wd carried on for several days spending time as best friends together in daggerdale. Until I saw the betrayer walking the streets. I ran straight for him singing the elven runes of great power that would subdue him.
I caught him completely off guard. My magic blasted him 20 feet back and with the full intensity of a maelstrom. I walked up to him, worried that I might have accidently killed him. I looked down at his now bloodstained golden hair and skin. I stopped and started at him not liking what I did.
Just then a blue light formed from his chest and he was gone. Out of instinct, I went back to the mirror grown out of my tree and scryed his locations. The fairies buzzed around me watching. The room had a violent tint to it, with many tapestries a large chair knocked over on the ground next to well-crafted desk. The figure of the elf lie sprawled against the wall. I quickly teleported to get him. A shock awaited me as I arrived there.
Where Daelmas lay above him was the biggest tapestry in the office. I stood there gaping at the image of Daelmas and Ambrosia holding each other in one another's arms. The image of the engagement ring Siera wore flashed through my mind. "How could he?" I quietly whispered I picked up the unconscious elf slinging his arm around my back and mind under his shoulder taking him back to my home setting him gently amongst the branches. I turned around to ask the fairies to get some ointments to heal him and clean him up. Then...he just...vanished. I got very upset that he could just disappear wondering what kind of vile magiks he used. In frustration, I left the realms for a few hours heading out to the forest to let my anger steam off. Some time later one of my fairies came and told me that he had returns from what ever dimensional portal he vanished from.
So I quickly came back and ran to acquire some rope so he could not play some vile trick on me. I found Armos in daggerdale and snapped at him harshly saying that I needed rope to tie up Daelmas he was with Mirra so he was distracted but did give me rope. Still a bit out of it I quickly teleported to where Daelmas lay and bound and gagged him fast. I had just a chance to look him over one last time when a drow teleported in. I was too distracted and didn't act quickly enough, so I was quickly lying on the ground next to Daelmas. It turns out the rumors are true. My old apprentice Elvadrin had indeed be transformed into a drow. I don't know how long I lay there but eventually I came to. Daelmas was there with Elvadrin looming over me. Daelmas thanked Elvadrin and said that he would be rewarded, but it seemed like he didn't understand the elven Daelmas was speaking in. Elvadrin left soon after. Daelmas eventually looked to me and said, Siera wishes to speak with you Isaiah.
Siera came in and gave Daelmas a shocked look wondering what was the meaning of this. But Daelmas told her that it was not Isaiah that stood before her but an imposter, a servant of loviatar sent to bring her back. I violently shook my head disagreeing with every word but some how he convinced her. I think that he wanted her to torture me but she refused, she said that she hated torture but that an evil creature of loviatar needed to be punished and looked the other way. Daelmas decided that my tongue was to be cut out. He tried to dominate me many times but failed each, seems that the disciplines of my priesthood days kept my mind my own. Eventually he just hit me over the head with a hard object, I woke up with tasteless blood dripping out of my mouth. Gabrielle said such an evil creature doesn't deserve such a beautiful creature gesturing to Ledrandos, my faithful cheetah. She mounted him and they both left me there bound and gagged.
Several hours I sat there as starvation and blood loss began to take their toll on me. But eventually someone picked at the lock and a water elemental entered, he said "no one deserves to die a death of starvation, just leave Siera alone and stop this foolish fight" and unbound me. Straight away I went to the temple of Selune seeking healing for my wounds. They were great and the bleeding needed to be stopped as I was getting faint. An elderly female moon elf tended to my wounds saying that in about two days time I should be able to speak again. Exhausted, I fell into unconsciousness. I spent several days there at the temple somehow feeling safe in the silver lady's house. I didn't feel as guilty as I would always at the father of light's temple. After a few days, I walked outside the temple and saw Siera there.
"Isaiah is that you?" She said, I nodded. "What is wrong what happened?" I sighed nodded and gestured to my mouth and then to Ledrandos who had tracked me to Selune's temple to keep me company. I pointed to my lips and mouthed the word "Daelmas" silently. "Oh no, you are that vile servant of Loviatar sent to take me back!" she said as she turned to run. Eventually I was able to convince her that indeed I was Isaiah and she felt terribly guilty for not helping me and cursed Daelmas for his evil actions claiming he was terrible monster. I spent the next two days alone in the shadows or with Siera, trying my best to care for her still clinging to the hope that she would never go back to Loviatar who I know even now was trying to steal away Siera's second chance at a new life. After two days I was able to speak again and continued to encourage Siera in the ways of a good elf she seemed only to become more infatuated with me. Whenever she made an advance at me I gestured to her engagement ring and said "No, I will not kiss an engaged elf, it would not be right" Siera nodded and sighed softly She said in her enchanting voice "But I love you."To which I replied with poise: 'You once told me that Daelmas was the only thing you wanted but could not have' She said in her enchanting voice: "Now you are that Isaiah, you are the one thing I want that I cannot have" For what seemed like hours I just stared at her I caught myself and said that we should go to Selune's temple. We spoke there alone for a while. I continued to teach her the statues of elves the goodness we stood for each time putting emphasis on the fact that loviatar wanted her back. That no matter what happened she must not loviatar have even the slighted foothold. Then, Selune spoke through the moonlit rays asking Siera some pointed questions which I answered for Siera, stating that Siera was free from evil. Selune then asked me to be quiet and said to Siera,"if you truly want to be free then you must cleanse your heart." Gabrielle replied confused "but I am free Isaiah has freed me" and smiled at me. I don't know why but this situation bothered me.
We parted ways as then as the reverie was calling for us both.
Days later, I was in shadow and saw the evil bard Gwen. I promptly left her presence but she followed me. I became frusterated. And said "yes?" She pretended like everything was right which only gave cause to further anger me. We got into quite the yelling match and I eventually struck her my ring cutting her face. I felt more like killing her because I was so angry but not in shadow I would not defile the good prince Caenil's laws. Anyway, as I saw the cut across her face I teleported away thoroughly frustrated. Hours later, a message arrived at my home from the magistrate Gwen had posted a law bounty on me. I wrote many things in my defense. Gwen and Shade both made posts on the bounty board filled with venom demanded this apology and that. But it turned out that it was just a big misunderstanding. She thought I was following her and I thought she was following me. Anyway, the thing that pleased me the most was a post Siera made as she was on the jury. She said that a slap is hardly an attack and that ordered Gwen to "Grow up." Needless to say the bounty was thrown out of the courts.
I met Siera later in Daggerdale, she told me to look at her and tell me what I noticed. I was shocked when I realized that her engagement ring was missing. She said that she got rid of it that she thought he was a monster and didn't want to see him again. I just looked at her and told myself over and over "Isaiah don't do not fall in love with her, you must not let this happen" She leaned forward and kissed me. I just stood there it must have been like kissing a wall for her. She pulled herself away from me but just barely. She looked into my eyes and said "Isaiah I love you"It was very awkward but I responded that I loved her as well, but this was not right, I didn't do this to take advantage of her I told her that she was out of it that I would be unjust to take advantage of her. I think I broke her heart but she apologized and didn't look at me after that, we parted company for the night I felt terrible like I hurt her terribly. Feeling guilty, I assigned Siera tasks to do to help her in her path to goodness one was this letter she wrote to Bryanna at my request
To Bryanna:
Once upon a time, very long ago, I got caught up in a nightmare which would become the next nearly 100 years of my life. Only recently have I awoken from the darkness, and am now getting what few others do or wish for, a second chance. More than anything, I seek to make right that which I've wronged in the past. I realize that forgiveness is not easy, nor is it quick to come. Yet, before I can allow myself to move farther, I ask for this from those whom I have brought harm upon in one form or another. That is not to say that I ask for you to forget, as I never could, and I think it important that I do not. I only wish that you allow a secon chance to prove that I am sincere. With the help of Isaiah and the other Elves, I am slowly healing and pulling back together the parts of my life that I had lost somewhere, somehow..
I understand if you choose not to believe my words, and that shall only encourage me to work harder at proving myself. I guess what I truely wish to say to you, Bryanna, is that I am very sorry for all that has occured between us in the past. You are a wonderful person with a beautiful spirit, and to harm someone such as yourself is both wrong and horrifying. Perhaps if there is a chance, we may meet in person to discuss this further. Until then, I wish you well.
Signed, Siera As I gave this letter to Bryanna she studied me for a moment then read it. She warned me about its writer she said that if Gabrielle had truly changed then that would be good but she thought it more likely that it would be a trick. I merely smiled confidently at Bryanna so sure and proud of my Siera and the letter she wrote. I didnt listen to Bryanna at all really.
As I gave this letter to Bryanna she studied me for a moment then read it. She warned me about its writer she said that if Gabrielle had truly changed then that would be good but she thought it more likely that it would be a trick. I merely smiled confidently at Bryanna so sure and proud of my Siera and the letter she wrote. I didnt listen to Bryanna at all really.
As I gave this letter to Bryanna she studied me for a moment then read it. She warned me about its writer she said that if Gabrielle had truly changed then that would be good but she thought it more likely that it would be a trick. I merely smiled confidently at Bryanna so sure and proud of my Siera and the letter she wrote. I didnt listen to Bryanna at all really.
I continued to meet with Siera as always encouraging her to stay clear of Loviatar but as the days passed I spoke less and less of loviatar and goodness and more of herself and me. I found that voice that I instilled in my head to not fall in love with hear was nearly quiet and after a few days not there at all. Before, at Daggerdale when she kissed me she was wearing her brass plate armor so I could only see the outline of her beautiful elven curves. Time passed and one night she asked me to meet her at the roof of the Rhaspody inn. I expressed my concerns about the child that Loviatar stole from her and said that I would one day find it as during our time apart I spent a great deal of time studying and researching scrying magics to determine her location and see from a distance the inner courts of the hidden lovite structures. Much to my joy, Siera agreed and said that she too wanted her child back, and that the father had little interest in him. I lay down next to her and stared at the stars.
I lost all of my sense about me so happy an elf I was proud that Siera had changed. I didnt think anything else at all I forgot Bryannas words of warning. I heard the straps being undone and the soft clank of plate armor falling wistfully to the roof. I saw the full figure of a beautiful elf before me her soft body pressed against mine, I could resist no longer. We spent several hours there on the roof then went back to my tree and slept in each others arms.
The next day I awoke and she was gone. I figured she had some things to take care of so I didnt think much of it, my cup of joy was overflowing. Despite all my precautions I had fallen in love with Siera. After the day wore on Siera contacted me and said that she wished to speak with me. Daelmas was awake she said and she was afraid of him I ran to daggerdale and saw through the invisibility of Daelmas as he was around her. I tried to muster the strength to do battle with him but I could not. The image of him swaying back and forth trying to control my mind. The look on his face as he knocked me out and cut from my mouth its tongue. I stood there frightened for only a moment as my hands shook and a cold sweat beaded from my skin. I quickly teleported away saying it was a trap to Siera, laid by Daelmas for me.
She told me that she was scared and wanted me to come help her. I told her no, that Daelmas was watching that I would not come into his trap. She told me to meet her under the bridge along the road to dagger but again I refused because that place was perfect for a trap. Still, worried for her I told her to contact Iaido and have her meet me in a safer place. Acting like a scared rabbit, I hid myself away in another dimension so Daelmas wouldnt scry me. Eventually Iaido convinced me to come out and meet Siera in shadow. I cast some spells of protection and detection and wore some items to resist dark magics. I then stepped out back into the town of Offestry, I stopped and looked for a moment too long at the peaceful flowers for a moment too long. Daelmas entered the room and I tried to flee but wasnt quick enough nor my protections from magic strong enough with a single spell I was swoon and felt myself being drug off.
When I awoke, my arms were in rough shackles. Many wicked looking devices were present. The room was cold and indeed though my vision was blurred this was some ungodly torture chamber. As I lifted up my eyes, I could make out the dark shadows one taller then the other both elven in form. One of them took a step closer to me then several more steps.
watch numbness shot through my soul and body as Siera's now cold green eyes met my own faded amber orbs. Filled with despair, my gaze fell dejectedly to the stone floor.
Siera said a few things to me but it was like a distant echo I felt so terrible, like a sour knot in my stomach. I felt like dying like leaving the this mortal coil for ever. Amongst the hissing rebukes Gabrielle shot at me words like "drugged me", "disgrace to lathander and elves" I quietly prayed to the Seldarine to strike me dead to spare me from this terrible moment. I loved Siera I would have spent the rest of my life with her. This was too much for any elf to bare. Gabrielle said something else and came at me being so near death I didn't know what she was saying but I focused for a moment.
Gabrielle grabs Isaiah by the cheeks and slams his head back into the wall as she raises her knife.
Isaiah winces and his eyes roll back into his head, looking not completely aware of what is going on
Gabrielle brings the knife down, stabbing it directly through Isaiah's right eye.
Daelmas frowns and turns away, not looking towards Isaiah.
Isaiah's body goes ridged
Gabrielle slowly pulls the knife out, and wipes the blood across Isaiah's cheek.
After awhile my faithful cheetah wandered in and looked on in shock at what was happening. I feared for him, Gabrielle tried to steal him before and who knows what she would do to him this time. I never saw him again after that.
She did many more things to me but they ought not to be repeated. When they were done Daelmas chained me up in some tower for a while where I ate some gruel. I was left there for a few hours then Daelmas heaved me up over his shoulder and dropped me off in the main hall saying "Someone should find you here"
Kli eventually walked by and unbound and gaged me. For which I'm glad I didn't want any of the half-humans or humans to see me like this. I could not see or speak after what was done to me and walking shot waves of pain through my whole body. Kli helped to get out of public (more like dragging he did most of the work). I tried my best to inform him of what happened mouthing words and making gestures. I think he understood and eventually he helped me limp VERY slowly to Selune's temple where I refused to leave for several days. Not being able to see the sunrise or starlight weighed heavily on me. Thoughts of suicide became tempting to me. After a while, word of my muteness and blindness spread around the realm and people met to look upon me in my disgrace. Several clerics such as Corum Tansy and Korath met up with me there. Corum was the only one who I would have tolerated to see me in such a state. I would have asked Korath (whom I had reason to believe was selling out the alliance to keep his friendship with Gwen). I trusted the goddess Sehanine but not the high priest Tarot appointed to co-regency. Corum quietly offered to help me instead, only he as an elf was able to notice to see past my disfigurement to my distrust of Korath. Korath didn't listen, he (being more then twice my size and weight) easily hefted me up and held my head while clearing out the festering wounds where my eyes(one was still partially intact) had been with holy water. Eventually Tansy came into the temple to meet her husband Korath. I was glad to be free of Korath's prodding as he switched (and rightly so) his attentions to his wife.
After a while the half-elves cleared out of Sehanine's temple leaving Corum and myself alone. I gave him a large leaf written on it was the circles to be sung to create false limbs, an ancient elven art. He sung the circles well, melting chain mail and longswords of mythril in a stone bowl of the temple by Mielikki's fire. I plunged my hands into the melted metal and came out with two bright mythril fingers to replace the ones Gabrielle cut off. Corum and I spoke for a while but after, a time he had to leave to go tend to the forests. I continued to rest in the temple when a dwarf (who's name I still don't have) came and began speaking to me in elven. He said that with those fingers I had I could use in a mine (missing limbs are a disgrace for an elf) I didn't take to kindly to his words but there was some wisdom in them. I didn't show it, because no elf like taking counsel from a dwarf. Thoughts of suicide often returned to me. I met later Ambrosia and found out that she was yet again returning to that dark elf Daelmas. She knew he was lieing to her but wanted him anyway. But when I told her I considered willing myself to leave my body for alvador she rebuked me, probably at just the right moment to save my life.
Soon after, I was fit enough to leave the temple and set out trying to get along again. I found that I hated all things evil it began to become an obsession to me. I hunted many drow many evil extremists killing them without mercy. I wasn't content to just kill them, I would beat them strike them hurting them sometimes letting them go to run in fear. Then one day, I heard of a wemic named Puma who had her paw removed and had been hamstrung by one. Outraged, I met with Calypso and we hunted down this drow (well she did most the work truthfully) and with great anger I slashed his head causing blood to poor into his eyes because I didn't like the way he looked at me. At this, Calypso grabbed my arm and said "Isaiah don't sink to their level" A moment later the drow cast some encantation to Malar so I quickly cut off his hand and his hamstring with my blade. We untied him and he ran off limping and bleeding. Later it turned out it wasn't even the right drow.
I didn't like what I was becoming I met with the priests in Antioch who claimed my soul was sinking deeper into the pit of evil. By chance, a face from the past met me in Antioch. Schatten's eyes were full of concern and pity and understanding she said so little but inspired me so much. Her Corum and Iaido told me to meet them at Mielikki's temple in Offestry for a healing circle. Well, I didn't want to go tainted with neutrality. I fought hard against the evil creatures of the swamp almost without stop fighting until exhaustion the undead there. I took a break to meet with Lliira and Darkbringer in Daggerdale and shade contacted me, said that he wanted me to scry Avagail the half-drow for him that he was knocked out. Well he wasn't, he was with Marak and destiny who looked like they were about to kill Shade, I attacked and drove them off eventually capturing Avagail, but neither Lliira nor Darkbringer wanted to stem his evil deeds, and I was not yet pure enough to do so myself. Shade left and didn't come back, I left Avagail there to (hopefully) be slain. But he wasn't. But a few days later pure just in time for the healing circle.
Iaido didn't show up, nor did Ambrosia (whom I invited) it was done with Tansy instead of him, yet another half-elf brought to mock my pride. But if the father of lights wanted her there who was I to judge. In a long and elaborate ceremony my other eye was healed and the mythril fingers fell to the ground with a thud. I felt free for the first time in may years, I was happy and energetic even danced with Lliira upon my tree for the joy of life how new everything was.
Shadowday, 13 plantingsdays, 659sg
Perhaps a spoke a bit quick about things being so much better. The upstart Terrin has claimed that if he perishes then 10 elven children will be put to death. Finrod said that he wished to make a trial but I dont think itll happen. Oh well, such is life. I shall have to spend 5 years in servitude to the town of daggerdale for a spell that missed Raelith and struck Selve again. When Im hunting sometimes one can loose perspective. As I was reminded later by a ranking member of the clergy and several other elves a spell that could hit any human in a primarily human town was a not something commendable. I guess when you dont use spells but for research for over a decade stuff like that can happen. I just hope that my apprentice Alani still respects me. Shes a good elf and I want to do my best to be a great master to her not like before with the others.
Sadly, I was away for several days and curiosity got the best of me. There was a note by Terrin claiming to not be responsible for the deaths of the 10 children. He claimed that it was the responsibility of a one who goes by the name of Aaron. I have yet to meet this person but hes supposed to be very vile. On the other hand, as Xorn told me later, if Terrin is one thing, it most certainly is not innocent.
Several days later, I met with the Princess Ambrosia. I must confess that I do have feeling with her. But Im afraid...I dont want to get hurt again she was with some rather shady characters in the past. But she has this passion this zeal, a spark of life that draws me to her. The lady asked me Isaiah why do you treat me so nicely like I am a someone special. I told her that if I did treat her overly pleasantly, it was because I thought the world of her. Later I found out that she too had feelings for me. I told her that she must always guard her heart and never give it to someone who was not worthy of it. She replied in a quiet whisper, Isaiah you will always have a piece of my heart. Those words both elated me and struck me like a blow. For so many years I had sought someone to love and never really found someone. I had come to peace about the idea that I would be alone in this manner for the rest of my years. Even Lliira had tried to set things up with Kaarells apprentice Ryensafea all those years ago. If she cannot arrange something like that then I just assumed that I was meant to stay single. Enough of this though, feelings can come upon someone suddenly and seem overwhelming. Both Ambrosia and I had been adventuring for a great many years. She said that she had given herself over to Daelmas completely, and while she did care for me, she cared for me enough not to want to risk hurting me. That was fine by me, I told her that I didnt want to leap into this. We agreed to remain friends, both of the woes in relationships in the past it was obviously the best thing.
On the eve of this, the young adventuress (who was much more powerful a priestess than I originally suspected) Shrydelhi contacted me and claimed that both Raelith and Rubin alongside Nightfall had murdered the princess. This brought out a rage in me. How could they? Nightfall said that nothing was like it used to be that he was only going to hunt Cyricists. I joined Shrydelhi and stood behind her hidden by invisibility making sure that he wouldnt try to stab her down like he did to so many others. She persuaded him to hand over the cosmos sphere shortly after that he was struck down by lightning from Sehanine. I was ordered to take his knocked out and bound form back to her temple which I did and she questioned him. Before we met she claimed that her purpose was to kill the evil half-elf, I considered his fate sealed. But it was her temple and she was the master there, I calmly waited helping in what ways I could.
Shrydelhi revived him and took off his gag from his face. Maybe I spent some well too much time around other paranoid elves, but I kept casting to detect for uninvited guests lurking here and I discovered a one Entri. I saw him courting Gabrielle treating her overly nicely for one so well known for her evil deeds. How could any man stand her touch, to my eyes now the witch seemed more vile than a sea hag and anyone who befriended her was tainted. Thinking him a spy or assassin I crushed a firefly and from my hand through a single electric shot that left him a near dead and helpless on the temple floor. We bound him fast wanting to take care of him and get some answers. I saw that he was wielding gores gauntlet, a relic of malar given to an orcish leader that hounds the elves of Synoria. He kept shouting out accusation and acted like we were the criminals. The man was completely bent and unrepentant. It was fast becoming apparent that he was not fit to live. Defrauding a high priestess is punishable by death. But we are not without mercy, I told him to take the beast gauntlet and curse malar. It took three tries for him do come up with something that sounded genuine. Shrydelhi agreed to let him go. But he didnt go. He stayed there and kept insulting Sehanines high priestess and I gave him one final warning when he said that he was going to remove nightfalls blindfold, Entri if you remove his blindfold I will kill you He replied, Its just a blindfold Im doing it anyway!- - -like I said, completely unrepentant and not fit to live. One must never make empty threats otherwise it ruins credibility. Shrydelhi consented to his death and I mercifully beheaded him with a single swipe to the back of the neck.
To subdue Entri, two more lightning bolts were required. He was standing right beside nightfall and the blackened would-be assassin fell charred on the bound, captive half-elf. He moved out from under him before the beheading and stated grimly, This doesnt bode well for me Shry kept questioning him and to her it was becoming apparent that he was not innocent from his past crimes but of the issue involving ambrosia he was indeed innocent. We were not there to condemn him for his past. While we were pondering this and further questioning him, an illithid tried to pierce our mind he was demanding some kind of jade statue. Less than 10 minutes later it teleported in and its tentacles locked with nightfalls face and began digging into his brain. I grabbed him and shook him free of the squid-like creatures grasp and teleported away. Nightfall said something that shocked me, Isaiah I owe you one Had I just saved the life of one of the most infamous villains of all time? This did not sit well with me, memories of kaarell and the alliance swept freshly to the front of my mind. I shook them off, no this is different, shrydelhi sanctioned this, it was right to protect him. Shry soon after contacted me and I was to meet her back at the temple. The illithid attacked again but this time we released Nightfall, he had been deemed fit to live and with his help we killed the illithid.
Shadowday, 1 Plantingdays, 660 SG I left for a couple weeks after some rather bad happenings. I'll get to that later though...lets see where were we? Ah yes, Nightfall had came back under the aliance of Durias and apparently had changed his outward actions a little bit, at the time I figured it was just a loss of his magic. For he had lost his magic, at least for a time. Anyway, at the date of this writing he has had the ablity to use the weave for some time. I should just leave it at that, frankly that sharite scares me and I don't like being around him. It troubles me when I see others around him as well. Perhaps about a year ago I heard that a good friend, a former knight that somehow lost his honor by the name of trevize joined up with Mystra the mother of all magic. I looked at that and perhaps I made a choice against my better judgement considering the predicament I am in now and joined up with mystra taking vows to follow the charge and protect the weave. But I had been always wanting to follow a diety who takes those of us that have a checkered past people who are not perfect. The father of lights that I knew was one of new beginings one who takes his children and never gives up on them, when I was forsaken from the church because of consorting with daelmas it was very hard. The God I preaced for all those decades would never do that. So I came to think, look at trevize...he is one of the weakest knights in the realm one who had fallen in battle many times and who the hoards of evil had just walked all over him. I don't mean to demean the knight but being beaten battered and defeated utterly is something I can identify with. I thought a deity who would take one of the humans I trust the most and deserves to have a second chance the most needs my protection.
So I guess there are times in my life that I'm given to impulse so I joined Mystra. She knows that I had been worshiping in her temple on a regular basic sence I met up with slore likely the very first follower of Mystra. Zeal was telling me that the temple west of shadow was built about the same time the aliance was founded. I was away when the aliance was founded but slore was here and I remember her lectures about the sancity of magic and how we need to master it for ourselves and not to prolificate it. She even lost her backup book on laerad and wouldn't accept scrolls from me for free. Someone with that kind of convictions impresses me. Slore may have been an average looking half-elf and not very friendly but still she is one of the half-elves that I grew to respect despite how they are an abomination that comes from the union of a human and an elf. I guess I am bouncing around now. I like talking more about stuff like this then the sad stuff the mistakes I've made.
Sadly, there is yet another mistake I have to add to the already lengthy list of mishaps. Not only am I to serve the daggerdale city government for 4 more years (one has past just recently I believe) but now I had done a great mistake. Lets back things up a bit. I was away for a little while and came back hoping to have some tea and a calm evening with some elven friends. Shry contacts me and says that the princess Lady Ambrosia was set on hunting down Nightfall for his evil deeds. The rangers and archers of tharis forest had given reports of two people who had become well known for their evil deeds. One of these people was nightfall and the other someone by the name of traelis or something like that. Andrial said that Nightfall was with Aaron at the time so I'm not sure...make of the reports what you will. Anyway, Aaron came into selune's temple and snagged Girruuth while zeal and shry were trying to calm him. He had recently lost it again. This time it was the result of a magic mask which invoked orc-like behavior in girruuth.
Well to make a long story short, girruuth was robbed blind and he blames shry on it. Shry hastily had one of her friends scry Aaron and found him hiding in shadow. Her soapbox lately has been that the sharians will have their attacks out of shadow and then hide in shadow to keep justice from getting them. I don't know why the humans shelter these murderers and unsavory fellows but it makes me upset thinking about it. Anyway, now there is a bounty on for shry from the latest head of shadow, hopefully it can be dealt with without too much more unpleasantness. I feel for the knights who have gotten tied up in this shadow nonsence. Though I hope that shry learned her lesson. For an elf she can sure be stubborn at times but she's a good friend and I still love her.
Wow, ok now I'm just getting way off subject. Back to ambrosia she said that she would not back down from her attack and neither shry nor zeal wanted to help. So I figured that espically after how Terrin killed Asalyr in cold blood at the shadow mage tower and how he was just...gone forever. Well hopefully not forever, but anyway I do so love that elf and the overwhelming urge to protect her overrid my better judgement. We scryed him and saw him invisible in the temple of Mystra. I heard another voice in the temple that could be identify as kirin's She was well known for her good deeds and after the recent reports of nightfall murdering elves unicorns and the like in tharis forest I thought she too was in danger. So the princess and I regrouped in shadow and prepared spells and defences to take out the sharian. Anyway I came in lead by the princess and cast a dispel magic on nightfall. About the same time I saw ambrosia scream out words to stun him and saw a lightning bolt streak from her fist. I remember in the past how nf was able to take down me and almost anyone with a single stab so I unleased two of my post powerful spells and the room blead red with meteors. He was knocked out and several more hit him. I could hear screams in the background but we quickly grabbed the battered and smoking but still breathing Nightfall and took him to synoria. He had a breif trial but the fact remained he was well known for his evil deeds. He says he would never hurt kirin, and I would believe him but his actions seemed to prove different. I kept quiet and let the princess handle talking with him. She was the one who knocked him down and took off his head.
Later I came back and kirin was fuming. It seems like the meteors had more damage than I expected. I had cast the spell in rooms before with no one getting hurt. Even in a garden without ruining the flowers. Somehow in my swirl of emotions something terrible happened. The temple was in ruins. Both the princess and I were forced out and andrial shry kirin and others came in and cursed us profanely. It was one of the worst moments of my life. I was about ready to leave the realms after this. I did for several weeks, kirin told me that she was chosen to send me my "punishment" I was to pay for the familes of those that died, rebuild the temple and destroy my book and all backups. I was rather upset at this, it was not like I am ignorant, I have just turned 159 and have been adventuring for almost a third of all those years. . . Well I'll spare the details but lets just say the meeting was not pleasant. I seriously considered forsaking mystra over this. But about the time of my birthday it occured to me that never before had I forsaken a god and I should not start now. I am old enough to be mature and take the punishment the haste of using magic produced. I worked on finishing my plans that I had been working on for making a new temple. Anyway I sent the plans to kirin and trevize, hopefully we can hire some enchanters to help with building a bigger and better temple than we had before.
Flameday, 4 Summerstime, 660 SG An event happened today that really almost knocked me over with joy. I was by myself in the temple of Sehanine. I still frequent there often even though the temple reminds me of her and with her gone it just seems incomplete. But I don't have to think like that anymore. I was sitting there today and then all of the sudden there was a flash of light like the moon and Shrydelhi appeared. She was in good spirits like nothing bad had happened and didn't seem to understand why I was so surprised. I'm glad though that she is back even if her actions were a bit odd. She did go through something tragic. I was very upset when Shuko and Stefano had her hung. I know she broke the law and it was a mistake. But there are greater traditions that should trump these humans laws. If this was an elven city and even if Aaron was an elf of good standing Shry wouldn't have been killed, she would have been banished. Maybe in a wood elf tribe she would have been killed but still. I can see clearly now what the laws of shadow are. They are legalism, law seperated from righteousness is just as bad as no law at all. I had quite a bit of a conversation with Iaido like this and it has become apparent to me that torm is not a good diety for elves to follow. If it was the will of torm to kill Shry, and later Zeal who didn't kill anyone then well, I don't know what to say. Let us just say that action speak louder than words. An elven ranger even spoke of banning Shuko from the forest and revoking her standing as an elf amongst our more wild cousins.
%^While I can see that Shuko has done a terrible deed by killing Sehanine's high priestess I don't see the need to condemn her. I don't think she wanted to kill Shry, and espically didn't want to have Zeal hung. Iaido argued strongly in his favor. I hope that the human who is in charge of shadow now will review this and acquit Zeal. I know that he was hung and had some terrible things to say about well, that is his story to tell so I'll leave it to him to share what he will. . . if he even remembers. Luckily he came back to us too like Shry did. But he's different. I think these happenings have taken a peice of him and he won't ever be exactly the same. Zeal just wanted to save Shry, that is not murder, he was charged with high sedition but I can't recall him actively bringing people together to overthrow the law. This may be shocking, but Iaido and I actually agree on something.
Waterday, 9 Growingdays, 661 SG Some time has passed from the last entry to this one. I suppose actually more than a year looking at the dating. Anyway, as usual I stick to my conviction that human affairs are not worth getting into. But my real reason for writing this is to keep true to my word with Kirin. She, zeal and I were....well actually I walked in and she and zeal were sitting at the pond in the temple of sehanine. And after having a rather surprising conversation with the two of them (the contents of which I will respectufully keep secret as asked) but she mentioned that I should write more about her in my journal. So Kirin, if you are reading this, then hello from the writer, myself Isaiah. Anyway, I think a couple things that are important should be recorded. I think maybe some of them I can only record what little I know in the hopes that grim siguations can be sorted out from what little truth I've foraged. First, zeal again got into trouble for fighting evil in shadow a while back. He said something about getting back at saradin and stefano for what they did to shry. He was in prison not long before but overpowered one of the city officials to get out. I felt very very deeply for the ranger because he is a stout companion and stands strong for the cause of good. The next day I saw him and he claimed to have no memory, a lapse as it were. I think that something tramatic happened to him, he knew something, something very important. I just know it.
On that note, Trevize was given a position to work in Shadow. Much to my dismay, he accepted it and coupled himself with the corruption that embodies humanity. His tenure ended from what I was told (3rd hand mind you) he was thrown into jail for trying to see if there was any corruption amongst the judges. Word is that he was let out, but I have not had time let to talk to him yet. Though I sorely need to. Speaking of trevize, I do need to talk to him about a certian bard. For whatever reason, he had the drawing that I designed myself in the temple of mystra of important events of import throughout it's history. Zeal said that the temple of Mystra here was errected about the same time as the Alliance was, so it is a new structure. S'lore was the first adventurer to dedicate herself at that time my research says. So it started with her and worked it's way down to Ambrosia and I. I respectfully left out the crimes that Gwen did those years ago against mystra's spelldancer Lliira. Alveric said that I would be dividing the faithful by leaving the back-stabbing bard out. But that is all I knew about her, is how she hurt my friends like Jeffrey and how the things she said about Lliira brought her to tears. That bard can be very cruel, that is why I doubted seriously her faith to the goddess she seemed so allied against. It wasn't until after the project done that Alveric told me Mystra appeared to Gwen, but while I have no reason to doubt alveric, I will not accept her claims that she is the leader of the clergy. Bard, they are mear dabblers in magic, they cannot know what it truely feels like to be a part of the weave like mages, and espically elven mages. So anyway, now the hard work is covered up by a sheet.
But in other news, shry really let her have it when we saved zeal from hell. I purposed to keep quiet because I didn't think it productive to argue with her though I didn't want that half-breed with us. It turned out that shry didn't either. Gwen and Godzilla picked up some items of Aramel's when a spell hit him that caused him to drop things. He had to ask for them back... Also, he was missing a valuable peice of armor. It turned out that it was lost from his person somehow when we were transported to that awful firey place. To make a long story short, we saved zeal and aramel didn't know what happened to his armor. Both Gwen and Godzilla who are balance walkers could have stolen it. So I went to question godzilla about it. Gwen found out and she posted this horrible horrible post publicly attacking us all saying how evil we all are, she hasn't changed much. Oh, just this day I saw yet another copy of that note in seneca, how many places did she write it?!
Anyway, just a few hours ago, Aramel and I got into a bit of a brawl, I thought we were just making sport. He had me on the ground pinned and made me eat dirt! So when I got a chance I cast a spell on him to make him grow a rat-like tail. But well he and shry both took it really really bad. He said that he was going to kill me if I didn't fix it in 5 seconds. I needed to get a peach or berries, something natural for him to eat to fix it, I hadn't really came up with detailed plans but I knew the runes before and they worked on shade. So anyway, he said that he was going to break my legs, then my fingers. It was getting grewsome, and then he ate the peach and spoke the runes. Brenamen was there and made fun of him for speaking jibberish. I wasn't sure if the spell would undo itself in reverse but after a few, terifying moments, there was a blue light and the tail vanished. Then Aramel said, "I'm going to kill you anyway!" and I was able to finish a spell of teleport before his first storm of blows hit me. He got in a second blow and I could only hope that I got away allright, because everything went black. I awoke and shry was banging at the door, I eventually opened it and let her in. She healed me and told me that aramel jokes, but don't mess with his person. I guess that is a lesson I learned the hard way.
Flameday, 4 Renewal, 682 SG
The most obvious news that I have is that I'm dying. My 181st birthday is coming up soon but I don't know if I'll be able to see it. A half-human named Nic got changed into some kind of lizardman. Someone from Vethor's old guild, a half-demon named rust posted in torm that he will kill nic and all his friends.
Anyway, on one hand I can't stand the snide comments he makes about elves, but on the otherhand he doesn't seem to have bad motive. More of a chaotic sort than an evil one perhaps. Nevertheless, when this rust fellow poped up I agreed to do what research I could. It wasn't a few days later that the shadows started.
A few days after that I was attacked in Asgard, there was a cloth covered figure caked in rust. He slashed into me with scythes. I escaped the ambush but the rust got into my blood. I am now poised as it courses through my veins. It leaves me in constant pain. My blood gets thicker every day. The healers said they don't know how to help me and a few friends vowed to do what they can. I just don't know if it'll be soon enough.
Waterday, 15 Plantingdays, 683 SG
Nic, however was coupled with Cienia, she left Timothy of Lathander to join up with that lizard. I'm not sure that was a good choice. She vowed to stay by my side until I got better. Such would not be the case though, it wasn't long until Cienia was attacked by Rust and suffered the same fate as I did.
Quin and others kept working on finding components for a cure, I kept getting worse and worse as days rolled into weeks. Someone from the church came one day with some startling news... Apparently there was some kind of unicorn killer in the temple of Selune! After consulting with the temple of mielikki and witnesses it was found that Nic had in fact killed and mutilated the body of the sacred creature.
Around this time, Mystra's priest had coppied the cure that the temple of Selune had been working. I was cured and Cienia was shortly after. However, after this I never felt close to her like I used to. She wasn't shry or like any of the other great priestesses of Selune that I had been impressed with. She was in love with a dark creature who forsook his goddess and revels in his demonic blood when Cienia isn't around.
That is not to say that Nic is worthless, quite the contrary, he has fought off Ahmul, the banite before and partnered with Cienia to kill rust while I was away. However, he impressed me less and less, outright lying about killing the unicorn and then hiding behind the excuse that it was just a horse. Later, when confronted about the possibilities of his life being forfiet for killing the sacred creature he said he'd go and make ammends, I thought perhaps maybe because he didn't want to loose Cienia he'd make a real, from the heart change.
So, I aranged for him to meet at the temple of Mielikki to discuss attonement. He agreed and I arranged the meeting, they demanded one of his claws which he gave up. However, just when my opinion of him started to change, he started riding a horse around with a fake horn strapped to her head. I found this rather insulting and one of the rangers took the horse from him and stopped his little paradeing about. It was very insulting.
When I told Nic how his actions were not allright he laughed it off and said that he never actually cared in the first place. He was in fact using me from the start to just get the followers of Mielikki off of him. My cousins couldn't stand this anymore and this was the end of my patience for him as well. Whatever Cienia sees in nic, I don't know and I don't truely care anymore because I don't trust her wisdom anymore.
Waterday, 3 Sundays, 685 SG
Years have passed, Cienia and Nic are all but gone from the realms now. Cienia left her goddess for that demon, she now serves the cult god of the psions. Whatever light she stood for has now been traded for lust.
There was another robbery in the temple of Mystra, some illithid and a beholder were seeking to bring back the dead goddess loviatar. They were collecting artifacts to do so. Some of my adventuring companions were killed in the fight to stop them, however, a group of brave adventurers stopped the cerimony, killing a sizeable ammount of dark hearted villans that were trying to gain from this.
It turns out that the ritual was only to revive a god of light anhur I believe his name was. Some adventurers have joined him now. We shall see what his will is for these lands.