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<blockquote data-quote="Aust Meliamne" data-source="post: 792" data-attributes="member: 95"><p>Misha’s Journal #3</p><p>7th day of Leaffall, 1372 DR</p><p></p><p>It has been a few days since the last time I tried opening this journal. We have been on the move, and on our way out of Amn. Towards Mistledale, towards an uncertain destiny, that may prove to be more then we may be ready for. I hate that word, destiny, but that is the best way I can describe the events that have unfolded over the past few days. I don’t want to get ahead of myself, so I will begin with the morning after our investigation of the manse. I was up early once more, wondering how Vallia was resting. I find myself thinking about her often now, and not just about maintaining her safety.</p><p></p><p>I had some time to speak with the serving girl before the others stumbled down. I was nearly done with my meal, and decided to do something nice for Vallia; I ordered for her a traditional elven breakfast, sadly I dot know what elves eat. So I just ordered some fruit, bread with honey, and some fresh juice. Better then the hot cereal I ordered for myself, but then again to me, food is food. Trail rations taste good to me. Slowly the rest of the party shuffled downstairs, except Vallia and Kay, who I assumed, were probably still resting. It was early after all.</p><p></p><p>The serving girl came down stairs rather quickly though; it seemed that she could not rouse Vallia. Great, just great, the first day on the job and I let my charge get harmed. Needless to say I was not happy, Karanaj beat me up the stairs, but I was not far behind. I entered her room and tried to rouse her, it seemed to be a struggle for her but suddenly her eyes opened and she returned to us. I knew then that I should not have left her side, not until I knew she was safe. Thankfully she was well after getting her bearings straight; inwardly I was a mess of emotions I had not felt in some time, genuinely. Eventually Karanaj, Kay, and Gruush went downstairs to eat, while Vallia ate the breakfast I had sent for her. She bade me to stay, and I had not the heart to go, so I grabbed an apple and stayed with her and we talked.</p><p></p><p>She mentioned her sister Aliya, the true love of Karanaj’s life. How cute, lucky for him I suppose. At least he didn’t have to settle for Vallia; he got the good sister, from what it sounds like. Not that Vallia is a bad catch, just does not seem his type I suppose. As we talked she pulled out a small box and handed me a silver ring, and bade me to take it, at first I thought it was payment and I refused. But she was damn insistent I took the ring and put it on. Moments later I heard her voice in my mind! It was such a shock I nearly fell out of the window I had opened. She said it was a gift from her grandfather or something, it took some getting used to, mind-speech I mean, but pretty handy I suppose. Though it is has its faults, especially when she is angry with me.</p><p></p><p>We talked about her past and the fact that she was born with a silver spoon in her mouth. Maybe that was an incorrect assessment, and she probably has had to work for much in her long life. I mean she is 130 years old, and I am only 19 years young. So she has had many more experiences then I can ever hope to have, sadly. I wounded her though with my words, and for the first time, I actually felt bad about that. I must be getting soft. I look in her eyes and I know that despite our differences we are very much alike. Which scares me, more then I can put in words. Vallia also mentioned that we should leave town soon for Mistledale, she never said why, but I agreed wholeheartedly. I love Amn, I really do, but I can’t pass up a chance to travel and besides Vallia and me were stuck together now. I went back downstairs, carrying everything I owned, which thankfully was not much and waited for our patron, Kathkallen. Vallia followed me soon after dressed for travel.</p><p></p><p>Kathkallen finally came down stairs, with his underling Bezzem. They took a seat at our table, and we handed over the contracts. Kay and Vallia thought I lost them, but I knew exactly where they were. It just took some time finding them. Kathkallen was pleased and raised our price to 250 gold, after some persuasive banter. I was pleased, though Vallia was furious because I accidentally handed off some important papers along with the contracts. Hearing her voice aloud is bothersome enough, but the mental assault was doubly worse. Luckily I was able to procure the papers and hand them off to Vallia before she kicked me once more. My ribs are still sore Vallia, thank you very much.</p><p></p><p>Well I knew it was time to make an exit and I took my leave as soon as I could and went to purchase a composite short-bow to use on our journey ahead. I was interested in some new armor, but I decided against it and wandered about the Waft on my way back to the Silent Siren. I saw Kay, Karanaj, and Gruush buying weapons from Adelia’s shop and I decided to join them. Adelia remembered me well, and even referred to me as the “handsome one." (I like that title.) We spoke for a few moments, but I could not stay for long, regrettably. She was surprised though that a woman had not claimed me. Claim me? Interesting thought, but not for me. I am not making that mistake again; the hurt I brought Ellyn was far too much to bear once more.</p><p></p><p>I might not have mentioned Ellyn till now and there is a reason for it. Not something I am proud of, I loved her when I was some years younger, during the days after I had just left the Shadow Thieves. She was a half-elf, and she was my closest friend, she knew me better then I knew myself, I think. I swore to her I would protect her, but I had no money, and nothing to support us. I took odd jobs to get by, but the money was slim and still not enough to live on. So I began selling my services as a merc, I called myself Burning Rose. I got the name from a tattoo she had, in a place that I will not recount here. The money was much better but kept me from her, for many weeks and sometimes months at a time. It tore her apart I suppose. I lost sight of what was important and focused on the money, and I saw her less and less. Maybe I should have seen the signs, she was not happy, she didn’t want the money, just my love. In the end, in her sorrow and grief, she took her own life, while I was away on another mission. When I returned, I found her body badly decomposed, she had poisoned herself. I am not sure why, but I ran, I ran away from that life and I have been running ever since. Maybe I have not learned from my mistake, but I don’t get close to people, not like that. I don’t want to hurt anyone else. </p><p></p><p>But enough about that, I did not stay for long as the Kay, Karanaj, and Gruush continued to shop, for clothes no less, but to each their own I suppose. I sent a mental message to Vallia and went to her to get prepared for the journey ahead. I arrived at the Silent Siren; there was a wagon, a young woman waiting in the passenger seat. I ignored it and went to look for Vallia inside the inn. The woman turned and called to me, it was Vallia but she looked very human. She is a sneaky one, that Vallia. She told me that it would be best if we disguised ourselves, the party deciding on portraying the role of a merchant family and their guards. Suited me fine, I had done merchant caravan guard work before; this was a simple and brilliant idea. But it seemed that Gruush and Karanaj already fulfilled those roles, and well Kay was obviously going to be the child. Leaving me to play the role of the husband, and Vallia my wife. Selune help us, this sham of a marriage is doomed.</p><p></p><p>Before I could ponder too long on that she began to recount to me mentally many bits and pieces of her life. And being an elf, Vallia droned on like we had all the time in the world. Thankfully this time I listened. These are the words Vallia spoke to me:</p><p></p><p>“To begin at the beginning is always best. My sister and I were born one hundred and thirty years ago to Amlaruil and Zaor, rulers of the elves. Twins are rare among the elven people, and twins had never before been born to a monarch. Even more interesting was that we were not identical; in fact many did not believe us to be sisters at all. The day of our birth was heralded as a great omen, for at the hour and indeed very minute of our birth, the sun was eclipsed, and the entire world lay in darkness. Forty-three years ago, my father was murdered in our palace, and my mother took control of the kingdom. I have only become aware in recent months that the death of my father was not intentional, that in fact the assassins had intended to destroy my sister and I. This knowledge was not made available to the elven people, only I, my mother, my sister, the Captain of the Home Guard, and now you, know of this. I did not understand, we were only the second daughters to the royal house, my brother stood next in line for the throne. Why did the assassins seek to kill us? My sister was sent to apprentice with our maternal grandfather. She was always thought to be the more powerful, the one who took the lead. She was the pretty child, with curly, coppery red hair, bronze skin, and green eyes, which are the one thing we share. She was born with the gift of wizardry, which is rather common among my people. I, on the other hand, had no special talents. I was quiet, and people tended to overlook me in favor of my sister. My brother was much older, and teased us mercilessly. One day, I was not in the mood for his play, and when he began to tease me, I leaped atop him, and managed to knock him out cold. My father was angry and made me apologize, but from that time forth he called me his ‘wildcat’.”</p><p></p><p>I had to take a moment to take in all of this information; our highness was really a “Highness”. Now that isn’t something I saw coming, it took me totally by surprise. A princess, I couldn’t have fallen for a princess. She must be desperate if she is willing to allow a two-bit merc like myself to protect her. I may be the best damn merc this side of Amn, but I doubt I am that good. Vallia continued her story:</p><p></p><p>” One day, as I sat alone curled in a window seat in the palace, watching my sister with her friends, I heard a voice speak to me. I looked around, but did not see anyone. Convincing myself that it was a figment of my imagination, I settled back into the seat. Again, I heard a voice call my name. This time, I answered. The voice said that he was an agent of Corellon Larethian, and that he was calling me to his service. I was speechless, and was sure that he had the wrong sister. He told me that I underestimated myself, and that I should present myself to my father and request to be remanded to the clerics for training. To my surprise, I found myself doing just that. With the clerics, I felt that I had found my place, which I belonged. My father ordered that I be trained with a sword, and everyone thought him mad. But I excelled at that too, and soon everyone began whispering about the warrior princess. When my father died, my mother decided to send us away. As I said, my sister was sent to our maternal grandfather, and I was sent here. Here I have been, living in ignorance. A few months ago, the elder of our order asked me to visit him in his quarters. It was a strange request, since he seldom met with anyone, and certainly not a child, even if she was a princess. Further, such meetings were always held in his office, and never his quarters. I went, a little apprehensive. When I arrived, he was sitting in his armchair, holding a small jewel, much like an emerald. He asked me to sit, and said nothing for a long time, simply looking at the jewel. Finally, as I began to wonder what I was doing wasting my time, he looked up at me and asked if I had ever seen such a jewel. I told him no. He asked if I would like to hold it, and I shrugged. He passed it to me, and I looked at it more closely. It seemed to me to be of no importance, merely a small emerald. I looked up to see him watching me expectantly, and I passed the jewel back to him. He asked if I had felt anything and I shook my head. He seemed disappointed and said I could go. I left, very confused. A few nights later, there was a commotion in the quarters, and several clerics were killed, including the elder. Only later did I learn that the attack had succeeded and the emerald had been stolen. I began to demand answers, asserting my authority as royal princess. They were at first reluctant to give me any information, but a communiqué from my mother ordered them to tell me everything. In her words ‘she has a right to know’.”</p><p></p><p>The words continued to flow from her, as I soaked it all in. The thoughts running through my head were coming quickly now. I had no words to say and merely allowed her to continue while I only fumbled for some semblance of meaning in them. I was very wrong about Vallia, she was at the center of some dark business and now I was apart of this business. I didn’t like this but I had no choice in the matter, my word was my bond. And I would see this through to the end, no matter the cost. Vallia continued her story:</p><p></p><p>“It would appear that this jewel I had held was no mere emerald, but an artifact of great power, called the Jewel of Amn. This jewel had been passed down through generations of elves, and even the elders could not remember its use or why it was made. There are many prophecies regarding the Jewel, and it is these prophecies, which led me to be in the marketplace that day. I had sought adventurers that I could take with me, to track the thieves and the Jewel. When the opportunity presented itself, I felt that to aid the rest of you in your little quest would allow me to observe you and determine if you would fit my needs. I have decided that I will ask everyone to accompany me in this, but I do not plan on revealing as much as I am revealing to you. I trust you in this, to keep this information to yourself. My fears have been confirmed, and the thieves appear to be Zhentarim. They left Athkatlan headed for the Dalelands, and I plan to follow. After his death, I found some prophecies in the elder's quarters. I have been working to translate them. I dared not take anyone into my confidence, for the murder of the elder was too simple, and I think that there was a traitor among us. They may not be perfect and I have only translated bits and pieces. I lied when the elder asked if I felt anything from the jewel. The truth is, it spoke to me. It told me of a world where children did not cry for their dead fathers, a world where men were free to join families, not armies, a world where death was a natural part of life. It also told me to tell no one of its existence, until I formed the five. I could trust the five, it said, even with my life. At the time, I did not know what he meant. I do now.”</p><p></p><p>With those final words ringing in my mind I knew then that her quest was noble, but she used us. I understand why, but it still stung slightly. I know now I would follow Vallia to the ends of Toril if need be, she has but to ask. I can’t say "no" to her eyes, but I find this all disturbing. “The Five” she mentioned “might” be our group, but if we are her saviors then I fear for ourselves. We are hardly unified, but I will do what I can to make sure we do not fail. I can sense Vallia and I were closer now then we should be; destiny has brought us together, all of us. If I could, I would run away, but I won’t. I am scared, but if it is meant to be, Selune will see me through. All I need is some luck. Thankfully luck, as I have said before, is one of my skills. Though I have to say the prophecies surrounding the Jewel of Amn, brought only more concern into my troubled mind. Vallia explained the prophecies to me:</p><p></p><p>“The prophecies, so far as I can tell are... In a time of great darkness, there will be born a great hope. Daughter of the sun, daughter of the moon, two shall stand against the darkness, different and yet identical. Their cry shall drive the darkness away, and protect the land. One shall be the wielder of the jewel, the other the wielder of the sword. When the Amnian jewel is held by the one foretold, the world will know peace for a time. But beware, the jewel will serve its wielder, and if the one foretold does not or cannot wield the jewel, a great evil will pass over the land. The Amnian jewel is the key; the sword is the latch, and the door, the world. Five shall ride forth, five against the darkness. The one shall lead the charge. The daughter of the moon shall take with her four others, the warrior, the mage, the lover, and one who lusts for revenge. Five shall seek the daughter of the sun, and in the place where sun and moon meet, in the place where jewel and sword merge, the battle against great evil shall commence, and the time of waiting shall be done. I had thought that my sister would be the wielder of the jewel, and I the sword…it would appear the Zhentarim did as well. Ironic, is it not, that it is the opposite. My sister, the wizard, shall wield the sword. The Zhentarim have made their mistake and now we must seek the daughter of the sun. Last night, when I collapsed, it was because my grandfather has been killed, and my sister taken. I feel her pain as my own, and her fear. They carry her and the jewel to the Zhentarim stronghold. I was not prepared for the assault of pain and fear. It almost took me too. What worries me more, drow have been seen in Athkatlan, which has not happened in many years. It does not bode well. The drow have taken over Cormanthor's forests, near the stronghold, and I am afraid that the two work towards a common cause. If that is the case, I am not sure that we can overcome them. We must travel to the Dalelandss, and attempt to find a way to the jewel and my sister. It will not be an easy journey and I'm not sure if we will all make it to the end. But I am going anyway.”</p><p></p><p>She would not go alone; I don’t know where I fit into this prophecy, but I swore I would protect her. Her path was my own, and I would see it through with her, to make good on the faults of my past. I don’t put much stock in prophecies; I choose my own fate as best as Selune will allow. But Vallia’s words haunt me in my sleep, when I am awake, and especially when I look into her eyes. She must think we are the “Five”, in this elven legend. Vallia is the child of the moon; she is the focus I can only presume, and the one who must wield the Jewel. While her sister Aliya, is the child of the Sun, the wielder of the Sword. But who are the rest? </p><p></p><p>Gruush, could he be the warrior, or does he lust for revenge? He is strong, and well disciplined it seems but underneath that exterior, flows orcish blood. I know little about him, but he seems not to be focused on revenge. Though Kay, she has spoken of her hatred of the Zhentarim. Stemming from the death of a lover at their hands. Is she the one that lusts for revenge? The Mage is obviously Karanaj, he is the only with talent in the arcane arts. Albeit natural ability, but it should suffice. But where does that leave me, I have no great love to avenge. But I am a warrior. Am I the Warrior or the Lover? Damn you Vallia, I know in my heart where I fit in the prophecy and it scares me.</p><p></p><p>I would not have long to ponder this as the rest of the group returned, disguised rather poorly, but disguised nonetheless. I took the reigns and drove the wagon forward, rain was coming I could see and we had a long ways to cover. Kay fell into her role as a bratty child with much enthusiasm, overwhelming really. Gruush settled in rather well, and Karanaj almost looked convincing in the saddle, as a stern protector. Vallia stayed close to me, and I enjoyed her warmth, familiar in ways. We traveled for days like this, peaceful, a little dull, but very peaceful. Kay never let up on her role, but I enjoyed her antics, I still like her spunk despite everything that has happened. Gruush and Karanaj rode steadily and did not complain much, if at all. While Vallia and I spoke from time to time verbally, and mentally. Sadly I think this troublesome bunch of adventurers were growing on me, Vallia especially.</p><p></p><p>We arrived in Crimmor and made our way towards an inn called the Comely Wench, near the center of town. The innkeeper took longer then I liked acknowledging our presence and I had Gruush pay special attention to him. Kay continued her ruse as the bratty child, surprisingly not too difficult, for her. I played the role of the wealthy merchant to the hilt, and I think was rather convincing. Rooms were secured for us, and food was plentiful, I made sure of that. Vallia went up stairs and I followed for appearances, at least.</p><p></p><p>Vallia was surprised to see me; she was in a state of undress, which I have to admit I enjoyed. But I was considerate of her modesty and turned my back while she changed. We spoke on some topics that had come up between us during our journey. Particularly that I had a fear of women. (Ha, Burning Rose afraid of a mere woman. Now that is funny.) I could see then, that Vallia had changed her thoughts about me immensely. The others saw it as well, and yet it could not be. She could not understand the pain that I caused Ellyn, or myself. She would not want that, our relationship as it stands now is good. I am not the Lover, she would only get hurt if she pursued me, or I her. I feel it as well, when I look at her. But maybe for that moment I felt it was best that we continued the pleasant little fiction of friendship that strained between us. I am a bastard. I am sorry Vallia.</p><p></p><p>Now it should be noted that Vallia bade me speak with Karanaj, and that since he too possessed a similar ring we could speak mentally. It seems that Vallia did not want me to make the same mistake that he had made, concerning Aliya. It is not a secret to me that Karanaj is in love with Aliya, Vallia’s sister, but I knew little else about this affair. Karanaj related to me that he loved her from first sight, and the time they spent was brief, together. Yet they never consummated their love, and now with her being kidnapped by the Zhentarim he possibly may never have the chance to see her again. He regrets the decision he made, and I can see that Vallia does not want me to make that same mistake. I feel for Karanaj, his lot is a lonely one. But I will do what I can to help him be with Aliya once more. (A merc with a sense of decency. Now I know I am trouble.)</p><p></p><p>Well that next morning came quickly, and thankfully the innkeeper was not the villain I thought him to be. We made haste get on the road once more. Course it didn’t stop me that morning from giving Vallia a polite kiss that would be shared between husband and wife. It was pleasant, and far too fleeting, but enough. I could learn to enjoy that; her lips were sweet and inviting. I am doomed.</p><p></p><p>Misha “Burning Rose” Koldun</p></blockquote><p></p>
[QUOTE="Aust Meliamne, post: 792, member: 95"] Misha’s Journal #3 7th day of Leaffall, 1372 DR It has been a few days since the last time I tried opening this journal. We have been on the move, and on our way out of Amn. Towards Mistledale, towards an uncertain destiny, that may prove to be more then we may be ready for. I hate that word, destiny, but that is the best way I can describe the events that have unfolded over the past few days. I don’t want to get ahead of myself, so I will begin with the morning after our investigation of the manse. I was up early once more, wondering how Vallia was resting. I find myself thinking about her often now, and not just about maintaining her safety. I had some time to speak with the serving girl before the others stumbled down. I was nearly done with my meal, and decided to do something nice for Vallia; I ordered for her a traditional elven breakfast, sadly I dot know what elves eat. So I just ordered some fruit, bread with honey, and some fresh juice. Better then the hot cereal I ordered for myself, but then again to me, food is food. Trail rations taste good to me. Slowly the rest of the party shuffled downstairs, except Vallia and Kay, who I assumed, were probably still resting. It was early after all. The serving girl came down stairs rather quickly though; it seemed that she could not rouse Vallia. Great, just great, the first day on the job and I let my charge get harmed. Needless to say I was not happy, Karanaj beat me up the stairs, but I was not far behind. I entered her room and tried to rouse her, it seemed to be a struggle for her but suddenly her eyes opened and she returned to us. I knew then that I should not have left her side, not until I knew she was safe. Thankfully she was well after getting her bearings straight; inwardly I was a mess of emotions I had not felt in some time, genuinely. Eventually Karanaj, Kay, and Gruush went downstairs to eat, while Vallia ate the breakfast I had sent for her. She bade me to stay, and I had not the heart to go, so I grabbed an apple and stayed with her and we talked. She mentioned her sister Aliya, the true love of Karanaj’s life. How cute, lucky for him I suppose. At least he didn’t have to settle for Vallia; he got the good sister, from what it sounds like. Not that Vallia is a bad catch, just does not seem his type I suppose. As we talked she pulled out a small box and handed me a silver ring, and bade me to take it, at first I thought it was payment and I refused. But she was damn insistent I took the ring and put it on. Moments later I heard her voice in my mind! It was such a shock I nearly fell out of the window I had opened. She said it was a gift from her grandfather or something, it took some getting used to, mind-speech I mean, but pretty handy I suppose. Though it is has its faults, especially when she is angry with me. We talked about her past and the fact that she was born with a silver spoon in her mouth. Maybe that was an incorrect assessment, and she probably has had to work for much in her long life. I mean she is 130 years old, and I am only 19 years young. So she has had many more experiences then I can ever hope to have, sadly. I wounded her though with my words, and for the first time, I actually felt bad about that. I must be getting soft. I look in her eyes and I know that despite our differences we are very much alike. Which scares me, more then I can put in words. Vallia also mentioned that we should leave town soon for Mistledale, she never said why, but I agreed wholeheartedly. I love Amn, I really do, but I can’t pass up a chance to travel and besides Vallia and me were stuck together now. I went back downstairs, carrying everything I owned, which thankfully was not much and waited for our patron, Kathkallen. Vallia followed me soon after dressed for travel. Kathkallen finally came down stairs, with his underling Bezzem. They took a seat at our table, and we handed over the contracts. Kay and Vallia thought I lost them, but I knew exactly where they were. It just took some time finding them. Kathkallen was pleased and raised our price to 250 gold, after some persuasive banter. I was pleased, though Vallia was furious because I accidentally handed off some important papers along with the contracts. Hearing her voice aloud is bothersome enough, but the mental assault was doubly worse. Luckily I was able to procure the papers and hand them off to Vallia before she kicked me once more. My ribs are still sore Vallia, thank you very much. Well I knew it was time to make an exit and I took my leave as soon as I could and went to purchase a composite short-bow to use on our journey ahead. I was interested in some new armor, but I decided against it and wandered about the Waft on my way back to the Silent Siren. I saw Kay, Karanaj, and Gruush buying weapons from Adelia’s shop and I decided to join them. Adelia remembered me well, and even referred to me as the “handsome one." (I like that title.) We spoke for a few moments, but I could not stay for long, regrettably. She was surprised though that a woman had not claimed me. Claim me? Interesting thought, but not for me. I am not making that mistake again; the hurt I brought Ellyn was far too much to bear once more. I might not have mentioned Ellyn till now and there is a reason for it. Not something I am proud of, I loved her when I was some years younger, during the days after I had just left the Shadow Thieves. She was a half-elf, and she was my closest friend, she knew me better then I knew myself, I think. I swore to her I would protect her, but I had no money, and nothing to support us. I took odd jobs to get by, but the money was slim and still not enough to live on. So I began selling my services as a merc, I called myself Burning Rose. I got the name from a tattoo she had, in a place that I will not recount here. The money was much better but kept me from her, for many weeks and sometimes months at a time. It tore her apart I suppose. I lost sight of what was important and focused on the money, and I saw her less and less. Maybe I should have seen the signs, she was not happy, she didn’t want the money, just my love. In the end, in her sorrow and grief, she took her own life, while I was away on another mission. When I returned, I found her body badly decomposed, she had poisoned herself. I am not sure why, but I ran, I ran away from that life and I have been running ever since. Maybe I have not learned from my mistake, but I don’t get close to people, not like that. I don’t want to hurt anyone else. But enough about that, I did not stay for long as the Kay, Karanaj, and Gruush continued to shop, for clothes no less, but to each their own I suppose. I sent a mental message to Vallia and went to her to get prepared for the journey ahead. I arrived at the Silent Siren; there was a wagon, a young woman waiting in the passenger seat. I ignored it and went to look for Vallia inside the inn. The woman turned and called to me, it was Vallia but she looked very human. She is a sneaky one, that Vallia. She told me that it would be best if we disguised ourselves, the party deciding on portraying the role of a merchant family and their guards. Suited me fine, I had done merchant caravan guard work before; this was a simple and brilliant idea. But it seemed that Gruush and Karanaj already fulfilled those roles, and well Kay was obviously going to be the child. Leaving me to play the role of the husband, and Vallia my wife. Selune help us, this sham of a marriage is doomed. Before I could ponder too long on that she began to recount to me mentally many bits and pieces of her life. And being an elf, Vallia droned on like we had all the time in the world. Thankfully this time I listened. These are the words Vallia spoke to me: “To begin at the beginning is always best. My sister and I were born one hundred and thirty years ago to Amlaruil and Zaor, rulers of the elves. Twins are rare among the elven people, and twins had never before been born to a monarch. Even more interesting was that we were not identical; in fact many did not believe us to be sisters at all. The day of our birth was heralded as a great omen, for at the hour and indeed very minute of our birth, the sun was eclipsed, and the entire world lay in darkness. Forty-three years ago, my father was murdered in our palace, and my mother took control of the kingdom. I have only become aware in recent months that the death of my father was not intentional, that in fact the assassins had intended to destroy my sister and I. This knowledge was not made available to the elven people, only I, my mother, my sister, the Captain of the Home Guard, and now you, know of this. I did not understand, we were only the second daughters to the royal house, my brother stood next in line for the throne. Why did the assassins seek to kill us? My sister was sent to apprentice with our maternal grandfather. She was always thought to be the more powerful, the one who took the lead. She was the pretty child, with curly, coppery red hair, bronze skin, and green eyes, which are the one thing we share. She was born with the gift of wizardry, which is rather common among my people. I, on the other hand, had no special talents. I was quiet, and people tended to overlook me in favor of my sister. My brother was much older, and teased us mercilessly. One day, I was not in the mood for his play, and when he began to tease me, I leaped atop him, and managed to knock him out cold. My father was angry and made me apologize, but from that time forth he called me his ‘wildcat’.” I had to take a moment to take in all of this information; our highness was really a “Highness”. Now that isn’t something I saw coming, it took me totally by surprise. A princess, I couldn’t have fallen for a princess. She must be desperate if she is willing to allow a two-bit merc like myself to protect her. I may be the best damn merc this side of Amn, but I doubt I am that good. Vallia continued her story: ” One day, as I sat alone curled in a window seat in the palace, watching my sister with her friends, I heard a voice speak to me. I looked around, but did not see anyone. Convincing myself that it was a figment of my imagination, I settled back into the seat. Again, I heard a voice call my name. This time, I answered. The voice said that he was an agent of Corellon Larethian, and that he was calling me to his service. I was speechless, and was sure that he had the wrong sister. He told me that I underestimated myself, and that I should present myself to my father and request to be remanded to the clerics for training. To my surprise, I found myself doing just that. With the clerics, I felt that I had found my place, which I belonged. My father ordered that I be trained with a sword, and everyone thought him mad. But I excelled at that too, and soon everyone began whispering about the warrior princess. When my father died, my mother decided to send us away. As I said, my sister was sent to our maternal grandfather, and I was sent here. Here I have been, living in ignorance. A few months ago, the elder of our order asked me to visit him in his quarters. It was a strange request, since he seldom met with anyone, and certainly not a child, even if she was a princess. Further, such meetings were always held in his office, and never his quarters. I went, a little apprehensive. When I arrived, he was sitting in his armchair, holding a small jewel, much like an emerald. He asked me to sit, and said nothing for a long time, simply looking at the jewel. Finally, as I began to wonder what I was doing wasting my time, he looked up at me and asked if I had ever seen such a jewel. I told him no. He asked if I would like to hold it, and I shrugged. He passed it to me, and I looked at it more closely. It seemed to me to be of no importance, merely a small emerald. I looked up to see him watching me expectantly, and I passed the jewel back to him. He asked if I had felt anything and I shook my head. He seemed disappointed and said I could go. I left, very confused. A few nights later, there was a commotion in the quarters, and several clerics were killed, including the elder. Only later did I learn that the attack had succeeded and the emerald had been stolen. I began to demand answers, asserting my authority as royal princess. They were at first reluctant to give me any information, but a communiqué from my mother ordered them to tell me everything. In her words ‘she has a right to know’.” The words continued to flow from her, as I soaked it all in. The thoughts running through my head were coming quickly now. I had no words to say and merely allowed her to continue while I only fumbled for some semblance of meaning in them. I was very wrong about Vallia, she was at the center of some dark business and now I was apart of this business. I didn’t like this but I had no choice in the matter, my word was my bond. And I would see this through to the end, no matter the cost. Vallia continued her story: “It would appear that this jewel I had held was no mere emerald, but an artifact of great power, called the Jewel of Amn. This jewel had been passed down through generations of elves, and even the elders could not remember its use or why it was made. There are many prophecies regarding the Jewel, and it is these prophecies, which led me to be in the marketplace that day. I had sought adventurers that I could take with me, to track the thieves and the Jewel. When the opportunity presented itself, I felt that to aid the rest of you in your little quest would allow me to observe you and determine if you would fit my needs. I have decided that I will ask everyone to accompany me in this, but I do not plan on revealing as much as I am revealing to you. I trust you in this, to keep this information to yourself. My fears have been confirmed, and the thieves appear to be Zhentarim. They left Athkatlan headed for the Dalelands, and I plan to follow. After his death, I found some prophecies in the elder's quarters. I have been working to translate them. I dared not take anyone into my confidence, for the murder of the elder was too simple, and I think that there was a traitor among us. They may not be perfect and I have only translated bits and pieces. I lied when the elder asked if I felt anything from the jewel. The truth is, it spoke to me. It told me of a world where children did not cry for their dead fathers, a world where men were free to join families, not armies, a world where death was a natural part of life. It also told me to tell no one of its existence, until I formed the five. I could trust the five, it said, even with my life. At the time, I did not know what he meant. I do now.” With those final words ringing in my mind I knew then that her quest was noble, but she used us. I understand why, but it still stung slightly. I know now I would follow Vallia to the ends of Toril if need be, she has but to ask. I can’t say "no" to her eyes, but I find this all disturbing. “The Five” she mentioned “might” be our group, but if we are her saviors then I fear for ourselves. We are hardly unified, but I will do what I can to make sure we do not fail. I can sense Vallia and I were closer now then we should be; destiny has brought us together, all of us. If I could, I would run away, but I won’t. I am scared, but if it is meant to be, Selune will see me through. All I need is some luck. Thankfully luck, as I have said before, is one of my skills. Though I have to say the prophecies surrounding the Jewel of Amn, brought only more concern into my troubled mind. Vallia explained the prophecies to me: “The prophecies, so far as I can tell are... In a time of great darkness, there will be born a great hope. Daughter of the sun, daughter of the moon, two shall stand against the darkness, different and yet identical. Their cry shall drive the darkness away, and protect the land. One shall be the wielder of the jewel, the other the wielder of the sword. When the Amnian jewel is held by the one foretold, the world will know peace for a time. But beware, the jewel will serve its wielder, and if the one foretold does not or cannot wield the jewel, a great evil will pass over the land. The Amnian jewel is the key; the sword is the latch, and the door, the world. Five shall ride forth, five against the darkness. The one shall lead the charge. The daughter of the moon shall take with her four others, the warrior, the mage, the lover, and one who lusts for revenge. Five shall seek the daughter of the sun, and in the place where sun and moon meet, in the place where jewel and sword merge, the battle against great evil shall commence, and the time of waiting shall be done. I had thought that my sister would be the wielder of the jewel, and I the sword…it would appear the Zhentarim did as well. Ironic, is it not, that it is the opposite. My sister, the wizard, shall wield the sword. The Zhentarim have made their mistake and now we must seek the daughter of the sun. Last night, when I collapsed, it was because my grandfather has been killed, and my sister taken. I feel her pain as my own, and her fear. They carry her and the jewel to the Zhentarim stronghold. I was not prepared for the assault of pain and fear. It almost took me too. What worries me more, drow have been seen in Athkatlan, which has not happened in many years. It does not bode well. The drow have taken over Cormanthor's forests, near the stronghold, and I am afraid that the two work towards a common cause. If that is the case, I am not sure that we can overcome them. We must travel to the Dalelandss, and attempt to find a way to the jewel and my sister. It will not be an easy journey and I'm not sure if we will all make it to the end. But I am going anyway.” She would not go alone; I don’t know where I fit into this prophecy, but I swore I would protect her. Her path was my own, and I would see it through with her, to make good on the faults of my past. I don’t put much stock in prophecies; I choose my own fate as best as Selune will allow. But Vallia’s words haunt me in my sleep, when I am awake, and especially when I look into her eyes. She must think we are the “Five”, in this elven legend. Vallia is the child of the moon; she is the focus I can only presume, and the one who must wield the Jewel. While her sister Aliya, is the child of the Sun, the wielder of the Sword. But who are the rest? Gruush, could he be the warrior, or does he lust for revenge? He is strong, and well disciplined it seems but underneath that exterior, flows orcish blood. I know little about him, but he seems not to be focused on revenge. Though Kay, she has spoken of her hatred of the Zhentarim. Stemming from the death of a lover at their hands. Is she the one that lusts for revenge? The Mage is obviously Karanaj, he is the only with talent in the arcane arts. Albeit natural ability, but it should suffice. But where does that leave me, I have no great love to avenge. But I am a warrior. Am I the Warrior or the Lover? Damn you Vallia, I know in my heart where I fit in the prophecy and it scares me. I would not have long to ponder this as the rest of the group returned, disguised rather poorly, but disguised nonetheless. I took the reigns and drove the wagon forward, rain was coming I could see and we had a long ways to cover. Kay fell into her role as a bratty child with much enthusiasm, overwhelming really. Gruush settled in rather well, and Karanaj almost looked convincing in the saddle, as a stern protector. Vallia stayed close to me, and I enjoyed her warmth, familiar in ways. We traveled for days like this, peaceful, a little dull, but very peaceful. Kay never let up on her role, but I enjoyed her antics, I still like her spunk despite everything that has happened. Gruush and Karanaj rode steadily and did not complain much, if at all. While Vallia and I spoke from time to time verbally, and mentally. Sadly I think this troublesome bunch of adventurers were growing on me, Vallia especially. We arrived in Crimmor and made our way towards an inn called the Comely Wench, near the center of town. The innkeeper took longer then I liked acknowledging our presence and I had Gruush pay special attention to him. Kay continued her ruse as the bratty child, surprisingly not too difficult, for her. I played the role of the wealthy merchant to the hilt, and I think was rather convincing. Rooms were secured for us, and food was plentiful, I made sure of that. Vallia went up stairs and I followed for appearances, at least. Vallia was surprised to see me; she was in a state of undress, which I have to admit I enjoyed. But I was considerate of her modesty and turned my back while she changed. We spoke on some topics that had come up between us during our journey. Particularly that I had a fear of women. (Ha, Burning Rose afraid of a mere woman. Now that is funny.) I could see then, that Vallia had changed her thoughts about me immensely. The others saw it as well, and yet it could not be. She could not understand the pain that I caused Ellyn, or myself. She would not want that, our relationship as it stands now is good. I am not the Lover, she would only get hurt if she pursued me, or I her. I feel it as well, when I look at her. But maybe for that moment I felt it was best that we continued the pleasant little fiction of friendship that strained between us. I am a bastard. I am sorry Vallia. Now it should be noted that Vallia bade me speak with Karanaj, and that since he too possessed a similar ring we could speak mentally. It seems that Vallia did not want me to make the same mistake that he had made, concerning Aliya. It is not a secret to me that Karanaj is in love with Aliya, Vallia’s sister, but I knew little else about this affair. Karanaj related to me that he loved her from first sight, and the time they spent was brief, together. Yet they never consummated their love, and now with her being kidnapped by the Zhentarim he possibly may never have the chance to see her again. He regrets the decision he made, and I can see that Vallia does not want me to make that same mistake. I feel for Karanaj, his lot is a lonely one. But I will do what I can to help him be with Aliya once more. (A merc with a sense of decency. Now I know I am trouble.) Well that next morning came quickly, and thankfully the innkeeper was not the villain I thought him to be. We made haste get on the road once more. Course it didn’t stop me that morning from giving Vallia a polite kiss that would be shared between husband and wife. It was pleasant, and far too fleeting, but enough. I could learn to enjoy that; her lips were sweet and inviting. I am doomed. Misha “Burning Rose” Koldun [/QUOTE]
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