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<blockquote data-quote="Talindra" data-source="post: 5905" data-attributes="member: 155"><p>Vallia’s Journal</p><p>30th day of The Rotting, 1372 DR</p><p></p><p>It has been quite some time since I was last able to chronicle the events of my quest, and time slips away from me. Already the Feast of the Moon is upon us. Never had I intended to leave Aliya in the clutches of the Zhentarim for so long. But I get ahead of myself, as usual. I should begin again with that fateful night, the night that Thamior slew Misha. </p><p></p><p>I do not know how long I was there, cradling his body. I know now that the others had gone to search Thamior’s body, but at the time I did not even think of them. All that mattered was that Misha, my Misha, was dead. My tears fell until I felt drained; I had no more tears to cry. I felt empty inside, I railed against the gods, and I blamed myself. Before I even knew what I was doing, I fumbled at Misha’s belt, drawing a dagger. I played with the blade for some time, contemplating. I raised the dagger, intending to stab myself through the heart. I had no will to continue. I had lost everything that had mattered to me, and I did not care to live any longer. But a strange thing happened.</p><p></p><p>As I sat there, weeping, twin beams of light fell upon us, one white, the other a pure blue. The light seemed to solidify, the blue into a blue haired female planetar servant, the white into a golden-haired elf, armed for war. The two beings seemed surprised to see each other. The blue haired female said, "I do not see your Master's interest here." The elf replied, with a low growl "His interest lies with her” and he pointed at me. The blue haired one glanced at me, and nodded. "She concerns my Mistress as well. Very well...perhaps since our purpose is not divergent, we can work in harmony." The elf nodded, and they raised their hands, one standing at Misha’s head, the other at his feet. Their hands met, palm to palm above him. Light flared as they touched, and his body was bathed in brilliant light, obscured from view. The light began to fade, and the beings with it, as Misha’s body jerked, and he drew a heavy breath with a gasp. I fell back, feeling very weak suddenly, disbelieving as I watched Misha breathe slowly, and open his eyes.</p><p></p><p>Misha sat up, rubbing his eyes, and said “Good morning” of all things. At this moment, I realized that what I had thought to be a trick of the light was no such thing. Misha’s skin was a silvery hue and his hair a bright white. As he moved, I caught a glimpse of something I could not fathom, and I reached up a shaking to hand to his hair, feeling. I pushed his hair back to reveal his ear…an elven ear. I whispered “Corellon….” for I knew my god had played a role in this. I had recognized that golden elven warrior for his avatar, and it had frightened me. I have no wish for Misha to be a pawn of my god, and it would appear that his goddess Selune has taken an interest as well, for that blue-haired female could be none other than a Shard. Two avatars in the same place…I was greatly troubled. </p><p></p><p>Despite my distraction, Misha was prattling on, oblivious, and seemed quite surprised to hear that Thamior had killed him. I could tell he did not believe me, but before I could explain further, the others arrived, with Nym in tow. I do not know when I began to cry again, but as I looked up, I was surprised to note that I saw them through a veil of tears. I saw confusion on their faces, and as Misha stood, Gruush challenged him. Nym also aimed his bow in Misha’s direction. I could see Misha’s consternation and realized he had not noticed his odd appearance. </p><p></p><p>It took some time to convince Misha that he had died, and even longer to convince the others that he was Misha. In this time, Misha noticed his odd appearance, and I quickly related through the ring what had occurred, and who I believed the beings to be, leaving it to him to decide how much to tell the others. I told everyone we needed rest; that we should go. Misha thought we should see my Mother, but I knew there was little she could do. We had to be gone, before Thain heard of his son’s death. In my elation at Misha being alive, I forgot one small thing…Tharivol. I did manage to convince the others to return to the manse, to catch what sleep we could, and leave at dawn. Kara thought we should confide in my mother, but I told him Thain has too many followers; she cannot afford to accuse him without solid, irrefutable proof. </p><p></p><p>At the house, we managed to identify the objects Karanaj retrieved from Thamior, and a letter found among his possessions particularly disturbed me. It read:</p><p></p><p>T,</p><p>The timetable must be pushed up. We must have the girl now. Kill her companions.... make certain every last one of them is dead. The Lord is impatient. He does not look kindly on those that fail to serve his needs.</p><p> K</p><p></p><p>Misha at this point asked about the papers I had retrieved from Mantatlus, so long ago. I had hoped that the others had forgotten about those, but since they had not, I related to them that I had found two letters that I thought to be of particular significance and I fetched them. They read:</p><p></p><p> M,</p><p>The one that we discussed, the one who was a thorn before, must be removed. He comes too close, he knows too much. Get the girl, and make sure he does not leave Athkatlan alive.</p><p> V</p><p></p><p>M, </p><p>The plan is going well. Arrangements will be made to retrieve the item from your possession the night after the full moon. If you could arrange delivery of the girl at that time, you would be handsomely rewarded. Be cautious, if her companion is whom you say, he could be very dangerous.</p><p> K</p><p></p><p>The others still seemed to feel that the threat had passed, now that the traitor had been found, but I reminded them that Tharivol was still in the village. I am sure that if his brother was involved with the Zhentarim, Tharivol was in just as deep. Misha thinks we must kill Tharivol too, and I cannot say I disagree. </p><p></p><p>There was much conjecture regarding the letters, but I cannot venture a guess to whom they refer, although I do believe that the girl they refer to is I. I think that Thamior’s letter and one of Mantatlus’s are from the same person, which only makes me even more sure that the elves are in danger. We concurred that obviously the M is Mantatlus, but as for the others, we had very little speculation. </p><p></p><p>The others seem to think the girl is I as well, and Misha mentioned the prophecies again. Gruush seemed confused, and I realized that I had never confided in him, a situation I quickly remedied. As I spoke, Misha eloquently requested that Nym come with us; he knows too much for his own safety otherwise. He agreed to go, if that was my wish, and I assured him it was. </p><p></p><p>We turned our attention to Thamior’s other possessions, all well crafted. I had not seen such quality mithral in some time. I managed to convince Kara to take the armor, as Misha bounced happily about the room in magical boots. Gruush took a Ring of Protection and a brooch, which apparently absorbs magic missiles, a handy item indeed. Watching them, I felt such fondness for them all, especially Misha, of course. </p><p></p><p>Exhaustion crashed down on me like a weight, however, and I quickly excused myself, not wanting the others to see how weak I felt. I changed quickly, and was preparing to sleep when Misha entered, my strange new Misha, and proceeded to make sure the room was secure. Seeing him, I was struck again with how much I loved him. He is a part of me now, a part I could never live without. I felt tears rise again, and I rose and hugged him with all my strength. I will never forget how close I came to losing him. </p><p></p><p>He implored me to sleep and I could not resist. I was unconscious as soon as I lay down, and I am not sure how long I slept. I heard faintly the sounds of Misha imploring me to wake, but it was like fighting through thick water to move towards consciousness. I could barely move, barely speak. If anything, I was more tired than I had been, tiredness that penetrated me to my soul. I knew something was wrong, and I closed my eyes again, seeking communion with my god, seeking an answer to what ailed me. What I learned shocked me.</p><p></p><p>I was given to know that Corellon had interfered only because of me, that he would not have become involved if not in that instant I had decided to follow Misha in death. But to bind Misha strongly to this life, it was necessary to take a part of me, a part Misha now carries. Had I not been so strong, it would have killed me, something I could have accepted in return for Misha’s life. It is by this part of me that he is elven, with all the benefits and detriments of my race. But his life came at a price. </p><p></p><p>I may never recover the strength I had, and it will take me quite some time to even be able to function normally. I was warned that without rest, I would die, because I had very little strength to use. All of this I can accept, but rest I cannot. There is too much to be done.</p><p></p><p>I opened my eyes, and asked Misha to help me up, which he did. He asked to know what was wrong, and I was vague with him. I do not wish him to bear the burden of my decision, and I know that he would take it as his own. I dressed quickly, almost falling. Misha caught me, and helped me gently. Thankfully, we were almost finished when the door flew open, just as Kara had told me that he and the others were called before the queen. Looking to the door, I told him we would be there momentarily.</p><p></p><p>Tharivol entered, and I regarded him with something akin to fear. At this moment in time, I was not his equal, and I fear he knew it as well. Misha had not yet turned, still helping me to dress, and I could see the rage in Tharivol’s eyes as he spoke, saying, "So this is why my brother lies dead." Misha turned then, drawing his blade. Six elven warriors entered, as Tharivol said, "The queen requests the honor of your presence"</p><p></p><p>The warriors took my weapons, none too gently, and moved towards Misha. Misha threatened them with his blade and Tharivol told him to comply or die. He sheathed his sword, warning them to not touch him, but three of them held him, while the others stripped him of every weapon he carried. He was furious as three of the warriors shoved him out the door. They were not quick enough, however, and he saw Thamior grab me by the hair and shove me forward towards the door. I stumbled and almost fell, as I heard Misha scream a curse at him. I heard him say, "You harm her and I will kill you... each of you!" as they dragged us through the streets.</p><p></p><p>Tharivol shoved me, stumbling, through the doors, where I saw Misha standing in front of the queen, flanked by guards. He shoved me once more for good measure, sending me to the floor again. Nym moved to help as I heard Misha say "Yeah don't worry elf... I have a special blade just for you." Nym faced down Tharivol, as he was ordered to leave me be. Misha made a move towards Tharivol, but the warriors restrained him. I tried to calm the situation, even as the queen stood and shouted “SILENCE!”</p><p></p><p>She walked forward, towards Misha, and the guards forced him to his knees. I started, knowing what this meant, but I held my ground, waiting. Misha was his usual flippant self, and the queen said, "You do not appreciate your position, or you would not be so glib. Or do you deny killing Thamior?" I started at that, realizing what she was implying. To my surprise, Misha did not deny it, quite the opposite; he told her he did indeed kill him. I started forward at this, but Thamior grabbed me again by the hair, pulling me back. If I were stronger, and had my sword…</p><p></p><p>Misha took all the blame, and I could see from the queen’s frown she knew he was lying. She told him he lied, and asked him again for the truth. When he lied again, I saw her grow angry, and she slapped him hard. I understood what he did not…. she was trying to save his life. </p><p></p><p>Kara asked mentally if we should give her the letter, but things have gone too far for that. Better that we keep that to ourselves for now. Tharivol muttered to himself behind me "What does she play at? Of course he killed my brother. For this wench here." as he shook me. He underestimates me…I can use that. </p><p></p><p>Karanaj moved to steady me, as I yanked myself from Tharivol’s grasp, moving forward again. My mother was poised to strike Misha again, as I cried “STOP!” with as much force as I could muster. Nym came up beside me, and I let myself lean on him as I said, “I killed Thamior.” My mother seemed stricken, and moved back, sitting heavily on her throne. Chaos ensued, Misha imploring me not to do this, and Thamior denying it hotly, saying I had not the skill to murder his brother. </p><p></p><p>As the room quieted, I ordered the guards to release Misha, and they did so after a glance at the queen. I could barely stand, as Tharivol ducked around Gruush, drawing his dagger and moving towards me, asking permission, I knew, to execute me. Gruush, Kara, Misha and Nym moved to intercept him, forming a barrier between us. Tharivol continued moving, and Gruush grabbed him. Tharivol tried to stab him, and the guards moved in to separate them all. </p><p></p><p>I ignored them all, too tired and weak to care much. I asked my mother if she would pass judgment on me. I called Misha forward as my defense, telling her to look at him, at how he had changed. I told her that Thamior had killed him in ambush, and that I had meted out justice, as is my right as a princess of the royal household. My mother denied it was possible for Misha to live, to be changed in such a way, and I saw that I had to tell the truth. I told her of Corellon’s interference, and my sacrifice so that Misha might live. Misha, understandably, was shocked at this revelation. </p><p></p><p>My mother was quiet for a time, and then said, “If that is true, then you are free to go.” Misha found this hard to believe, but she looked at him and said, “It is her right to dispense justice.” Tharivol exploded in rage at this, moving forward again, screaming "My queen! They murdered my brother! I found them together this morning.... they are lovers! It was planned. When his ambush did not go well, the girl leaped in." Amidst the shouting, Misha, Gruush, Kara, and Nym formed a tight group around me, and I must admit my heart warmed to hear the half-orc say, "You fight one Tharivol, you fight all."</p><p></p><p>Tharivol looked around, realizing his chances were slim. "My father will hear of this treachery." He turned and left, a good many of the guards following him. At his departure, I could keep up my charade no longer, and I felt myself sink to the floor as blackness surrounded me. I fought it off as best I could, hearing faint voices arguing over my safety. I could hear that my mother wished me to stay with her, and Misha insisted I go. I felt Kara lift me and cradle me close, as I finally lost consciousness altogether. </p><p></p><p>I awoke to movement, the motion of a wagon. I sat up slowly, still feeling weak and tired. Misha was chipper, and happy to see me awake. He told me my mother was not happy to see me go, which surprised me a little. He went on to say that he had told her we would be married, and he even called her Mother! He never ceases to amaze and amuse me, and it still surprises me every day to discover just how much I love him. </p><p></p><p>I spoke mentally with Karanaj, who filled me in on what had happened while I was unconscious. I thanked him for carrying me, but started quickly as I saw a large shadow pass overhead. It was birds, many birds, and I looked around nervously, asking where my weapons were. Misha pointed them out to me, and I retrieved them, climbing onto the seat next to Kara. I could barely lift my arms to raise my sword, but I refused to admit it. Kara roused Gruush and as I looked back upon our trail, the others saw three large creatures block our paths….owlbears. </p><p></p><p>Nym and Misha dismounted, as the owlbears came at us. Misha slashed at one of them, drawing blood as Nym and Gruush fired, both missing. Two of the owlbears engaged Misha, as one moved towards the wagon. The first owlbear missed him, but the second caught Misha off guard, wounding him badly. In my wisdom, I leaped from the wagon in the path of the remaining owlbear, stumbling and almost dropping my sword. Kara fired some magic missiles at the owlbear bearing down on me, and leaped in its path. Misha took care of one of the owlbears, and tumbled out of the other one’s reach, landing on the wagon, clutching his wound. I heard him say in my mind “Healing…please.” and I knew he had to be hurt badly.</p><p></p><p>Nym fired some arrows into the owlbear Misha retreated from as Gruush moved to engage it. The owlbear in front of Kara slashed with its claws, wounding him badly as well. I moved to Misha, laying my hands on him and chanting. I watched his wounds close, and turned to Kara, just as he hit the owlbear with another salvo of magic missiles. Misha tried to help with the owlbear from the wagon, but missed with his slashes and lost his balance, falling off the wagon, right behind the owlbear.</p><p></p><p>Nym fired as Gruush attacked, and one arrow hit the owlbear, enraging it, even as the other almost caught Gruush, causing him to miss with his attack. The owlbear swung wildly, missing everything. Misha however, was not so lucky, as the other owlbear turned and took a nice big bite of him. I swung my sword at the owlbear weakly, but was unable to hit it. Kara hit it with his spell once more as Misha leapt to his feet, slashing it, and then flipping backwards, landing 30 feet away. </p><p></p><p>The others missed their attacks, but I finally got lucky, and nearly gutted the owlbear facing Kara. Kara launched one final spell, and the owlbear was thrown backward, smoking. Misha moved to help Gruush, slashing the owlbear viciously, cutting it almost in half. I cleaned my sword shakily and sheathed it, realizing the others were hurt pretty badly. Kara fell to his knees, as I reached him, calling upon what strength I had, healing him. I moved quickly to Gruush, realizing my strength was fading fast, and I laid my hands on him as well, giving as much as I could. I tried to rise, to go to Misha, but I found myself falling instead…. to a much deeper blackness than before, and in that moment, I thought that I was dying.</p><p></p><p>I awoke much later, again feeling the sway of the wagon. Kara and Misha both informed me that we neared a village. Kara implored me to rest, but I would not listen. He helped me up, as I requested, but as I looked around, Misha galloped off into the village, despite my protests. I told them I knew the village and I directed them to Aliya’s house. Kara eased me back down on the wagon bed, and I looked up at him, admitting what I did not wish to, saying "I must rest, Kara.... days, not hours." He understands, I think, better than anyone. </p><p></p><p>I heard shouts, and Misha’s voice, and I sat up again, knowing that once again, trouble has followed us. Kara implored me to sit, to rest, saying I was in no condition to be arguing. But I knew this village, I knew why they disliked us, and I knew what they had done to Aliya. The leader said something to Misha about running an elven witch out of town after she made the children sick. Misha bade Gruush continue on to the house, even as I heard the leader of the men comment on Misha being injured. I knew then that if I did not do something, he could be hurt, or worse. </p><p></p><p>I leaped from the wagon, falling in the street, but regained my feet unsteadily, moving towards Misha and the men. Misha ordered me back to the wagon, but I ignored him as I moved towards the leader, a man I knew as Korbol. Kara supported me, as the three of us faced him. My anger gave me strength as I spoke to him icily, saying, "This witch, did she not stay with you, three summers or more... Did she not heal your people, save your wife in childbirth? Do you forget so easily Korbol? She saved your people time and time again. And you turned on her. You blamed her for the children, though she tried as hard as the rest of you. Did they cease to die when she left? Did you accomplish anything by making her leave? Other than deny yourself what aid she could have given?"</p><p></p><p>I remembered as I spoke what Aliya had related to me. I had visited this village almost 30 years ago, when I was much younger, traveling with my father. He had wanted me to understand other cultures, other ways of life. We had remained here for several months, living in the house that Aliya had used many years later. I had used the name Elena, and my father had befriended the village healer, a woman named Kani. I had played often with a young boy, named Korbol. He fancied himself in love with me, and often claimed he would marry me one day. I simply smiled, and patted him on the head, but I always carried a special place in my heart for him.</p><p></p><p>When I had heard of a plague in this area almost 10 years ago, I had asked Aliya to go to them, since I could not, and care for the people I had grown to love. She had went, as I asked, She had stayed three years, caring for them, even saving Korbol’s wife in childbirth. But that third summer everything changed. The children began to sicken, one by one. Aliya could not help them, and the people began to look for the cause of the sickness. Unfortunately, Aliya was different and an outsider, and their accusing eyes soon turned to her. She ignored their insults, and continued her work; until one night armed men arrived at her home, intent on casting out the ‘witch’. To my chagrin, Korbol was the leader of this group. She did not resist, and agreed to leave, with much sadness in her heart. She never returned, and until now, neither had I.</p><p></p><p>I was red and shaking by the time I finished screaming at Korbol. I was not prepared for what he said next: "Is that you...Elena?" I had not thought he would recognize me, it had been so long ago, and he had been so young. I nodded, my anger spent, and pitched forward into his arms. I struggled to draw breath before I passed out. </p><p></p><p>Many days have passed that I have slept. Korbol has stayed with me. Kani, an old woman now, aided in my recovery, I knew her so well, once. Although I have not regained a full measure of my strength, I am strong enough, and we shall set out for the citadel in a few days. I can only pray that it is not too late for Aliya…and not too soon for me. I cannot let them down when they need me most.</p></blockquote><p></p>
[QUOTE="Talindra, post: 5905, member: 155"] Vallia’s Journal 30th day of The Rotting, 1372 DR It has been quite some time since I was last able to chronicle the events of my quest, and time slips away from me. Already the Feast of the Moon is upon us. Never had I intended to leave Aliya in the clutches of the Zhentarim for so long. But I get ahead of myself, as usual. I should begin again with that fateful night, the night that Thamior slew Misha. I do not know how long I was there, cradling his body. I know now that the others had gone to search Thamior’s body, but at the time I did not even think of them. All that mattered was that Misha, my Misha, was dead. My tears fell until I felt drained; I had no more tears to cry. I felt empty inside, I railed against the gods, and I blamed myself. Before I even knew what I was doing, I fumbled at Misha’s belt, drawing a dagger. I played with the blade for some time, contemplating. I raised the dagger, intending to stab myself through the heart. I had no will to continue. I had lost everything that had mattered to me, and I did not care to live any longer. But a strange thing happened. As I sat there, weeping, twin beams of light fell upon us, one white, the other a pure blue. The light seemed to solidify, the blue into a blue haired female planetar servant, the white into a golden-haired elf, armed for war. The two beings seemed surprised to see each other. The blue haired female said, "I do not see your Master's interest here." The elf replied, with a low growl "His interest lies with her” and he pointed at me. The blue haired one glanced at me, and nodded. "She concerns my Mistress as well. Very well...perhaps since our purpose is not divergent, we can work in harmony." The elf nodded, and they raised their hands, one standing at Misha’s head, the other at his feet. Their hands met, palm to palm above him. Light flared as they touched, and his body was bathed in brilliant light, obscured from view. The light began to fade, and the beings with it, as Misha’s body jerked, and he drew a heavy breath with a gasp. I fell back, feeling very weak suddenly, disbelieving as I watched Misha breathe slowly, and open his eyes. Misha sat up, rubbing his eyes, and said “Good morning” of all things. At this moment, I realized that what I had thought to be a trick of the light was no such thing. Misha’s skin was a silvery hue and his hair a bright white. As he moved, I caught a glimpse of something I could not fathom, and I reached up a shaking to hand to his hair, feeling. I pushed his hair back to reveal his ear…an elven ear. I whispered “Corellon….” for I knew my god had played a role in this. I had recognized that golden elven warrior for his avatar, and it had frightened me. I have no wish for Misha to be a pawn of my god, and it would appear that his goddess Selune has taken an interest as well, for that blue-haired female could be none other than a Shard. Two avatars in the same place…I was greatly troubled. Despite my distraction, Misha was prattling on, oblivious, and seemed quite surprised to hear that Thamior had killed him. I could tell he did not believe me, but before I could explain further, the others arrived, with Nym in tow. I do not know when I began to cry again, but as I looked up, I was surprised to note that I saw them through a veil of tears. I saw confusion on their faces, and as Misha stood, Gruush challenged him. Nym also aimed his bow in Misha’s direction. I could see Misha’s consternation and realized he had not noticed his odd appearance. It took some time to convince Misha that he had died, and even longer to convince the others that he was Misha. In this time, Misha noticed his odd appearance, and I quickly related through the ring what had occurred, and who I believed the beings to be, leaving it to him to decide how much to tell the others. I told everyone we needed rest; that we should go. Misha thought we should see my Mother, but I knew there was little she could do. We had to be gone, before Thain heard of his son’s death. In my elation at Misha being alive, I forgot one small thing…Tharivol. I did manage to convince the others to return to the manse, to catch what sleep we could, and leave at dawn. Kara thought we should confide in my mother, but I told him Thain has too many followers; she cannot afford to accuse him without solid, irrefutable proof. At the house, we managed to identify the objects Karanaj retrieved from Thamior, and a letter found among his possessions particularly disturbed me. It read: T, The timetable must be pushed up. We must have the girl now. Kill her companions.... make certain every last one of them is dead. The Lord is impatient. He does not look kindly on those that fail to serve his needs. K Misha at this point asked about the papers I had retrieved from Mantatlus, so long ago. I had hoped that the others had forgotten about those, but since they had not, I related to them that I had found two letters that I thought to be of particular significance and I fetched them. They read: M, The one that we discussed, the one who was a thorn before, must be removed. He comes too close, he knows too much. Get the girl, and make sure he does not leave Athkatlan alive. V M, The plan is going well. Arrangements will be made to retrieve the item from your possession the night after the full moon. If you could arrange delivery of the girl at that time, you would be handsomely rewarded. Be cautious, if her companion is whom you say, he could be very dangerous. K The others still seemed to feel that the threat had passed, now that the traitor had been found, but I reminded them that Tharivol was still in the village. I am sure that if his brother was involved with the Zhentarim, Tharivol was in just as deep. Misha thinks we must kill Tharivol too, and I cannot say I disagree. There was much conjecture regarding the letters, but I cannot venture a guess to whom they refer, although I do believe that the girl they refer to is I. I think that Thamior’s letter and one of Mantatlus’s are from the same person, which only makes me even more sure that the elves are in danger. We concurred that obviously the M is Mantatlus, but as for the others, we had very little speculation. The others seem to think the girl is I as well, and Misha mentioned the prophecies again. Gruush seemed confused, and I realized that I had never confided in him, a situation I quickly remedied. As I spoke, Misha eloquently requested that Nym come with us; he knows too much for his own safety otherwise. He agreed to go, if that was my wish, and I assured him it was. We turned our attention to Thamior’s other possessions, all well crafted. I had not seen such quality mithral in some time. I managed to convince Kara to take the armor, as Misha bounced happily about the room in magical boots. Gruush took a Ring of Protection and a brooch, which apparently absorbs magic missiles, a handy item indeed. Watching them, I felt such fondness for them all, especially Misha, of course. Exhaustion crashed down on me like a weight, however, and I quickly excused myself, not wanting the others to see how weak I felt. I changed quickly, and was preparing to sleep when Misha entered, my strange new Misha, and proceeded to make sure the room was secure. Seeing him, I was struck again with how much I loved him. He is a part of me now, a part I could never live without. I felt tears rise again, and I rose and hugged him with all my strength. I will never forget how close I came to losing him. He implored me to sleep and I could not resist. I was unconscious as soon as I lay down, and I am not sure how long I slept. I heard faintly the sounds of Misha imploring me to wake, but it was like fighting through thick water to move towards consciousness. I could barely move, barely speak. If anything, I was more tired than I had been, tiredness that penetrated me to my soul. I knew something was wrong, and I closed my eyes again, seeking communion with my god, seeking an answer to what ailed me. What I learned shocked me. I was given to know that Corellon had interfered only because of me, that he would not have become involved if not in that instant I had decided to follow Misha in death. But to bind Misha strongly to this life, it was necessary to take a part of me, a part Misha now carries. Had I not been so strong, it would have killed me, something I could have accepted in return for Misha’s life. It is by this part of me that he is elven, with all the benefits and detriments of my race. But his life came at a price. I may never recover the strength I had, and it will take me quite some time to even be able to function normally. I was warned that without rest, I would die, because I had very little strength to use. All of this I can accept, but rest I cannot. There is too much to be done. I opened my eyes, and asked Misha to help me up, which he did. He asked to know what was wrong, and I was vague with him. I do not wish him to bear the burden of my decision, and I know that he would take it as his own. I dressed quickly, almost falling. Misha caught me, and helped me gently. Thankfully, we were almost finished when the door flew open, just as Kara had told me that he and the others were called before the queen. Looking to the door, I told him we would be there momentarily. Tharivol entered, and I regarded him with something akin to fear. At this moment in time, I was not his equal, and I fear he knew it as well. Misha had not yet turned, still helping me to dress, and I could see the rage in Tharivol’s eyes as he spoke, saying, "So this is why my brother lies dead." Misha turned then, drawing his blade. Six elven warriors entered, as Tharivol said, "The queen requests the honor of your presence" The warriors took my weapons, none too gently, and moved towards Misha. Misha threatened them with his blade and Tharivol told him to comply or die. He sheathed his sword, warning them to not touch him, but three of them held him, while the others stripped him of every weapon he carried. He was furious as three of the warriors shoved him out the door. They were not quick enough, however, and he saw Thamior grab me by the hair and shove me forward towards the door. I stumbled and almost fell, as I heard Misha scream a curse at him. I heard him say, "You harm her and I will kill you... each of you!" as they dragged us through the streets. Tharivol shoved me, stumbling, through the doors, where I saw Misha standing in front of the queen, flanked by guards. He shoved me once more for good measure, sending me to the floor again. Nym moved to help as I heard Misha say "Yeah don't worry elf... I have a special blade just for you." Nym faced down Tharivol, as he was ordered to leave me be. Misha made a move towards Tharivol, but the warriors restrained him. I tried to calm the situation, even as the queen stood and shouted “SILENCE!” She walked forward, towards Misha, and the guards forced him to his knees. I started, knowing what this meant, but I held my ground, waiting. Misha was his usual flippant self, and the queen said, "You do not appreciate your position, or you would not be so glib. Or do you deny killing Thamior?" I started at that, realizing what she was implying. To my surprise, Misha did not deny it, quite the opposite; he told her he did indeed kill him. I started forward at this, but Thamior grabbed me again by the hair, pulling me back. If I were stronger, and had my sword… Misha took all the blame, and I could see from the queen’s frown she knew he was lying. She told him he lied, and asked him again for the truth. When he lied again, I saw her grow angry, and she slapped him hard. I understood what he did not…. she was trying to save his life. Kara asked mentally if we should give her the letter, but things have gone too far for that. Better that we keep that to ourselves for now. Tharivol muttered to himself behind me "What does she play at? Of course he killed my brother. For this wench here." as he shook me. He underestimates me…I can use that. Karanaj moved to steady me, as I yanked myself from Tharivol’s grasp, moving forward again. My mother was poised to strike Misha again, as I cried “STOP!” with as much force as I could muster. Nym came up beside me, and I let myself lean on him as I said, “I killed Thamior.” My mother seemed stricken, and moved back, sitting heavily on her throne. Chaos ensued, Misha imploring me not to do this, and Thamior denying it hotly, saying I had not the skill to murder his brother. As the room quieted, I ordered the guards to release Misha, and they did so after a glance at the queen. I could barely stand, as Tharivol ducked around Gruush, drawing his dagger and moving towards me, asking permission, I knew, to execute me. Gruush, Kara, Misha and Nym moved to intercept him, forming a barrier between us. Tharivol continued moving, and Gruush grabbed him. Tharivol tried to stab him, and the guards moved in to separate them all. I ignored them all, too tired and weak to care much. I asked my mother if she would pass judgment on me. I called Misha forward as my defense, telling her to look at him, at how he had changed. I told her that Thamior had killed him in ambush, and that I had meted out justice, as is my right as a princess of the royal household. My mother denied it was possible for Misha to live, to be changed in such a way, and I saw that I had to tell the truth. I told her of Corellon’s interference, and my sacrifice so that Misha might live. Misha, understandably, was shocked at this revelation. My mother was quiet for a time, and then said, “If that is true, then you are free to go.” Misha found this hard to believe, but she looked at him and said, “It is her right to dispense justice.” Tharivol exploded in rage at this, moving forward again, screaming "My queen! They murdered my brother! I found them together this morning.... they are lovers! It was planned. When his ambush did not go well, the girl leaped in." Amidst the shouting, Misha, Gruush, Kara, and Nym formed a tight group around me, and I must admit my heart warmed to hear the half-orc say, "You fight one Tharivol, you fight all." Tharivol looked around, realizing his chances were slim. "My father will hear of this treachery." He turned and left, a good many of the guards following him. At his departure, I could keep up my charade no longer, and I felt myself sink to the floor as blackness surrounded me. I fought it off as best I could, hearing faint voices arguing over my safety. I could hear that my mother wished me to stay with her, and Misha insisted I go. I felt Kara lift me and cradle me close, as I finally lost consciousness altogether. I awoke to movement, the motion of a wagon. I sat up slowly, still feeling weak and tired. Misha was chipper, and happy to see me awake. He told me my mother was not happy to see me go, which surprised me a little. He went on to say that he had told her we would be married, and he even called her Mother! He never ceases to amaze and amuse me, and it still surprises me every day to discover just how much I love him. I spoke mentally with Karanaj, who filled me in on what had happened while I was unconscious. I thanked him for carrying me, but started quickly as I saw a large shadow pass overhead. It was birds, many birds, and I looked around nervously, asking where my weapons were. Misha pointed them out to me, and I retrieved them, climbing onto the seat next to Kara. I could barely lift my arms to raise my sword, but I refused to admit it. Kara roused Gruush and as I looked back upon our trail, the others saw three large creatures block our paths….owlbears. Nym and Misha dismounted, as the owlbears came at us. Misha slashed at one of them, drawing blood as Nym and Gruush fired, both missing. Two of the owlbears engaged Misha, as one moved towards the wagon. The first owlbear missed him, but the second caught Misha off guard, wounding him badly. In my wisdom, I leaped from the wagon in the path of the remaining owlbear, stumbling and almost dropping my sword. Kara fired some magic missiles at the owlbear bearing down on me, and leaped in its path. Misha took care of one of the owlbears, and tumbled out of the other one’s reach, landing on the wagon, clutching his wound. I heard him say in my mind “Healing…please.” and I knew he had to be hurt badly. Nym fired some arrows into the owlbear Misha retreated from as Gruush moved to engage it. The owlbear in front of Kara slashed with its claws, wounding him badly as well. I moved to Misha, laying my hands on him and chanting. I watched his wounds close, and turned to Kara, just as he hit the owlbear with another salvo of magic missiles. Misha tried to help with the owlbear from the wagon, but missed with his slashes and lost his balance, falling off the wagon, right behind the owlbear. Nym fired as Gruush attacked, and one arrow hit the owlbear, enraging it, even as the other almost caught Gruush, causing him to miss with his attack. The owlbear swung wildly, missing everything. Misha however, was not so lucky, as the other owlbear turned and took a nice big bite of him. I swung my sword at the owlbear weakly, but was unable to hit it. Kara hit it with his spell once more as Misha leapt to his feet, slashing it, and then flipping backwards, landing 30 feet away. The others missed their attacks, but I finally got lucky, and nearly gutted the owlbear facing Kara. Kara launched one final spell, and the owlbear was thrown backward, smoking. Misha moved to help Gruush, slashing the owlbear viciously, cutting it almost in half. I cleaned my sword shakily and sheathed it, realizing the others were hurt pretty badly. Kara fell to his knees, as I reached him, calling upon what strength I had, healing him. I moved quickly to Gruush, realizing my strength was fading fast, and I laid my hands on him as well, giving as much as I could. I tried to rise, to go to Misha, but I found myself falling instead…. to a much deeper blackness than before, and in that moment, I thought that I was dying. I awoke much later, again feeling the sway of the wagon. Kara and Misha both informed me that we neared a village. Kara implored me to rest, but I would not listen. He helped me up, as I requested, but as I looked around, Misha galloped off into the village, despite my protests. I told them I knew the village and I directed them to Aliya’s house. Kara eased me back down on the wagon bed, and I looked up at him, admitting what I did not wish to, saying "I must rest, Kara.... days, not hours." He understands, I think, better than anyone. I heard shouts, and Misha’s voice, and I sat up again, knowing that once again, trouble has followed us. Kara implored me to sit, to rest, saying I was in no condition to be arguing. But I knew this village, I knew why they disliked us, and I knew what they had done to Aliya. The leader said something to Misha about running an elven witch out of town after she made the children sick. Misha bade Gruush continue on to the house, even as I heard the leader of the men comment on Misha being injured. I knew then that if I did not do something, he could be hurt, or worse. I leaped from the wagon, falling in the street, but regained my feet unsteadily, moving towards Misha and the men. Misha ordered me back to the wagon, but I ignored him as I moved towards the leader, a man I knew as Korbol. Kara supported me, as the three of us faced him. My anger gave me strength as I spoke to him icily, saying, "This witch, did she not stay with you, three summers or more... Did she not heal your people, save your wife in childbirth? Do you forget so easily Korbol? She saved your people time and time again. And you turned on her. You blamed her for the children, though she tried as hard as the rest of you. Did they cease to die when she left? Did you accomplish anything by making her leave? Other than deny yourself what aid she could have given?" I remembered as I spoke what Aliya had related to me. I had visited this village almost 30 years ago, when I was much younger, traveling with my father. He had wanted me to understand other cultures, other ways of life. We had remained here for several months, living in the house that Aliya had used many years later. I had used the name Elena, and my father had befriended the village healer, a woman named Kani. I had played often with a young boy, named Korbol. He fancied himself in love with me, and often claimed he would marry me one day. I simply smiled, and patted him on the head, but I always carried a special place in my heart for him. When I had heard of a plague in this area almost 10 years ago, I had asked Aliya to go to them, since I could not, and care for the people I had grown to love. She had went, as I asked, She had stayed three years, caring for them, even saving Korbol’s wife in childbirth. But that third summer everything changed. The children began to sicken, one by one. Aliya could not help them, and the people began to look for the cause of the sickness. Unfortunately, Aliya was different and an outsider, and their accusing eyes soon turned to her. She ignored their insults, and continued her work; until one night armed men arrived at her home, intent on casting out the ‘witch’. To my chagrin, Korbol was the leader of this group. She did not resist, and agreed to leave, with much sadness in her heart. She never returned, and until now, neither had I. I was red and shaking by the time I finished screaming at Korbol. I was not prepared for what he said next: "Is that you...Elena?" I had not thought he would recognize me, it had been so long ago, and he had been so young. I nodded, my anger spent, and pitched forward into his arms. I struggled to draw breath before I passed out. Many days have passed that I have slept. Korbol has stayed with me. Kani, an old woman now, aided in my recovery, I knew her so well, once. Although I have not regained a full measure of my strength, I am strong enough, and we shall set out for the citadel in a few days. I can only pray that it is not too late for Aliya…and not too soon for me. I cannot let them down when they need me most. [/QUOTE]
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