Journals of the Five: A Forgotten Realms Tale

[Aust Meliamne]

Vallia #3

7th day of Leaffall, 1372 DR

I’ve never been afraid before. It’s a strange feeling, one I am not fond of. I’ve never fought my feelings like this. I had always thought that the biggest fool was the person who tried to deceive herself, but maybe I was wrong.

He can’t be the one. It’s not possible, it’s not fair. I didn’t even like him. I mean, just the other morning he did yet another idiotic thing. I mean, first, he pretended not to have the contracts, then when Kathkallen appears, he magically finds them? I felt like kicking him again. I at least tried to give him a headache. Someone screaming in your head will do that to you. The fool didn’t even bother to check the pouch and find the other documents which Mantatlus felt were important enough to try to escape with. He just handed them off to Kathkallen! OK, so he did manage to get them back, but it was his fault he gave them away in the first place. With all the traveling we’ve been doing, I haven’t even had a chance to read them yet.

I don’t seem to be documenting my quest very well, do I? Just like everything else, Misha is wreaking havoc on my journal too. The other night, after dinner, Misha and I were talking in the common room. I think I stood to go to my room, when this immense wave of terror and pain washed over me. I staggered, and Misha caught me. He helped me upstairs, but says I passed out before we reached the door. He put me to bed, and left. I was unconscious all night, which is unusual, since I usually only require a 4 hour reverie. The next morning, apparently they all became concerned when they could not wake me, and Misha and Karanaj did their best to rouse me.

Karanaj called in my head, and slowly, it penetrated the haze of pain I drifted in. I began to hear the others, and to feel someone holding my hand. Finally, I was able to open my eyes, and assure them that I would be fine. I had managed to wall off the pain and fear in the back of my mind. As I looked at them, I realized what had happened.

My sister! I felt as though my heart had been ripped out, and I could barely stand to look at Karanaj, not wanting to tell him. Grandfather Aust was dead, and Aliya had been taken by the Zhentarim. The fools must have believed that she was the one with the power to wield the jewel. I took comfort in the fact that she was still alive, and that perhaps we could get her back. I found myself wishing with all my heart that she had told Karanaj everything, that they had had their chance to be together, while they could.

I sent the others away, wanting so much to tell Karanaj, but not having the strength to think about it, to release that pain and fear again so soon. I asked Misha to stay, because I did not want to be alone with my thoughts. I remembered that Grandfather Aust had given Aliya and I each a pair of rings, and he said that when we met the person we were to give them to, we would know. Aliya has given hers to Karanaj, for I have seen it. To my shock, I found myself presenting mine to Misha. I don’t know what possessed me. When I spoke to him through it, he almost fell out of the window in shock. He expressed appreciation for the gift, but quickly managed to ruin any good feeling I may have had towards him by remarking that "not that an elf would understand, but some of us have to work for what we have." I was angry, I thought perhaps he had something against elves, or maybe it was just me. I grew angry and told him I had worked harder in my 130 years than he ever would. When he retorted that "oh well I forgot I am just a blink in time for an elf... "only 19 and all….I apologize.” I was in shock .I had not thought about that. He is human! He will die…..so very soon. The very thought made me feel lonely, and I thought about Aliya and Karanaj. Fate is not kind.

I told him we would be leaving for Mistledale, because I was sure that was where the Zhentarim were taking the Jewel. He left me to change. At breakfast, I was able to convince the others to accompany us. During the meeting with Kathkallen, I realized suddenly that I had never healed Karanaj! I felt so guilty and healed him at once.

Once we were paid, everyone headed off to provision while I procured our disguise. Misha was surprised that I was not more enthused about his return, and I told him "My apologies....I am sure you are used to women swooning over the thought of your return, but as you stated so eloquently, I am an elf." When he replied that I had swooned for him the previous night, I retorted quickly "were that true, you would be a man this morning, and not the boy you remain.” He did not much care for that!

This fiction I came up with of traveling as a merchant family seemed so good at the time. I had no trouble procuring a wagon stocked with food and horses, but I really thought that Karanaj would choose to be my ‘husband’. Having to share a room with Misha.......is more complications than I need. Though the last several days have been quiet, and nice, the two of us have really had a chance to talk. I told him the history of myself and my sister, which is too long to recount here. Kay has been superb as the bratty child, almost too much so. I find myself thinking of spankings quite often.

Why couldn’t Karanaj be my ma’sheira? He seems so wonderful. I tried to deny it for so long, but...........I love Misha. There, I said it. And it makes me angry. I didn’t ask for this, I don’t want to be a part of this. To give him credit, he does not appear to want this either. I’m not sure how I feel about that.

He is the lover in the prophecy, I am sure of it. Damn fate, anyway! The mage is Karanaj, the warrior Gruush, and that leaves Kay as the one who seeks revenge. Strange.

He is afraid of me, I know that, just as I am afraid of him. He denies it, but I see it in his eyes. I see the way he pulls back from me. I'm tired of denying it. I look at Karanaj, and I realize, that if we are not able to save Aliya, he has lost so much. I do not want Misha and I to have the same regrets. Still, he struggles, he tries to deceive himself. To tell the truth, I’m not really sure I’m ready for him to accept it anyway.

I argued with myself for so long over telling Karanaj about Aliya, but in the end, I decided he had a right to know, and she might not ever be able to tell him herself. Our conversation was brief, and I may have startled him. I told him that “most elves, they fall in love the way that humans do.....but...elves can fall in love in other ways as well. It happens seldom, but sometimes an elf meets someone, her ma'sheira, and in that instant knows that she will be bound to him for life. An elf who falls in love this way will never love another for as long as she lives."

He asked "So, then, you are saying that she already has met him?" and I told him yes. He was very sad, until I continued with "She met you." I could tell from his "R... really?" that he was shocked. I even proceeded to tell him she has never been with any man, yet she offered herself to him." He said "I feel so stupid. I found and lost the love of my life within a week." I tried to comfort him as best I could, but there is really little comfort to be found. She should have told him. I am a poor substitute.

I sound like such a hypocrite! She should have told him…….what am I doing? We stopped in a small town called Crimmor, and stayed at an inn called the “Comely Wench”. Of course, Misha and I took a room together for appearances sake. Tonight, when Misha walked in as I was undressing, I was shocked, and then happy. The happiness shook me, and I am not easily shaken. My sister and I were never exposed to men, except our brother, of course, and we.....well......when she offered herself to Karanaj, he didn’t understand what it meant, but I did. After the initial shock of seeing Misha there, I was embarrassed.....I mean, no man had ever seen me.....like that......before. He was surprisingly gallant, and even turned his back as I dressed. We talked for a while, and while he admitted that he shared my feelings, he refuses to act on them. I told him he should speak to Karanaj, and I asked Karanaj to tell him how he felt. I only hope Karanaj can make him understand.

Re-reading this journal entry, it sounds like the ravings of a crazy woman. Perhaps I am just imagining all of this, but I’m beginning to realize how arrogant I have been, I don’t have much time left after all.

 

[Aust Meliamne]

Misha’s Journal #4

26th Leaffall, 1372 DR

I really hate the rain; I hate the great outdoors too. Damn pesky bugs, the cold bitter air, and all this travel. Now I am not averse to traveling, that is fine, but I just like to complain. Though now that my journal has been returned to me, thank you very much Karanaj, I feel somewhat elated. I think he knows too much now, but I trust him. Now I know this group of clueless adventurers is rubbing off on me. Now if Vallia could just learn to keep herself out of harm’s way then all would be right in the world. Though it does not help that trouble and mystery seems to follow us, but I can handle that.

Well, let me return to recounting the journey through the Cloud Peak Mountains. We had left Crimmor, and were a few days travel into the foothills surrounding the Cloud Peak Mountains, and everything had been going well. We continued our ruse of being a merchant family, when we needed to. The opportunities on the open road were far and few in between. Which suited me fine, I only wanted to get through the mountains before the rains came. It was pleasant, until we got ambushed by a band of troglodytes. Smelly nasty creatures, they hurled javelins at us from hidden locations. Vallia took it upon herself in her utter brilliance to take a javelin in her chest. She claimed later, that it was headed for my head. The javelin knocked her off of the wagon onto the left side laying on the ground bleeding and unconscious. The rest of the party prepared for the attack, I was the quickest off the mark and drew my composite short-bow, I could see two troglodytes hiding behind large stones on the right and three moving from the brush line on the left.

I knocked an arrow and fired two shots in quick succession at one of the hiding creatures, only one arrow hit its mark. I gritted my teeth as Kay took cover and both Karanaj and Gruush dismounted and prepared to attack. Gruush aimed a bolt from his crossbow and fired at the same beast I had injured. Karanaj finished the task by using his magic, a magic missile I suppose. We had killed one creature as they began to advance, now the odds looked slightly better. I aimed my bow at the beast and fired two more arrows at the creature, my hands moving quickly. I am growing to like these Bracers of Speed. Both of my arrows hit their mark, but the creature did not fall. Gruush finished it though with another shot from his crossbow. Karanaj turned his attention to the troglodytes approaching quickly on our left and used his magic once more. Two more magic missiles arced out at the creature hurting it. It growled and charged into melee with Karanaj, while the others went to take on Kay and Gruush respectively. The attacks were vicious, but Gruush managed to emerge unscathed. I aimed my bow at the beast that attacked Kay, taking advantage of her short stature and fired into melee. Both of my arrows luckily hit their mark. Like I said luck is one of my best skills. Kay attempted to capitalize on my distraction but failed to connect with her unarmed attacks. Gruush attempted to lay down a mighty blow against the troglodyte but failed to hit the evil creature. Karanaj finished the beast he was facing by stepping back and using his magic missile spell to strike both his own opponent and Kay’s opponent. I like that spell. The creatures continued to attack but missed horribly.

I dropped my bow and drew my longsword and flipped off of the wagon landing behind the troglodyte facing Kay and unleashed two quick strikes into its back. The first was a low strike severing the spine and the second attack a slash across his back. It was dead thankfully. Kay turned on the other creature and moved to sweep it with a well-placed kick, but did little to deter it from Gruush. Gruush added more insult to injury by kicking the beast in its gut knocking its air out. The lone troglodyte leapt upon Gruush and mauled him violently, as I approached to flank the beast and gutted in where it stood. It crumpled to the ground, and just for good measure I kicked the beast, it was very much dead.

Immediately Karanaj went to look after Vallia while I scanned the horizon for any more troglodytes, I could see none and returned to check on Vallia. Karanaj decided that removing the javelin might help, a sound plan, if the javelin had not been barbed. I was horrified and immediately set about to trying to stabilize her. She was stupid; I am the one that is supposed to be throwing myself in harm’s way. I was able to close the wound as best as I could, but their was precious little else I could do until we could find a healer. I made her comfortable with Kay’s help while I thought if what to do.

Speaking of thinking, it was about then, that I heard Karanaj’s mental voice. Karanaj and I spoke about the incident, and how stupid Vallia was for doing what she did. Karanaj returned my journal then, and he told me that he knew about the “Burning Rose”, bastard. He does not know anything about Ellyn or me. But I let it pass, my only thoughts were about Vallia, she was stupid in doing that. Karanaj claimed it was a sign, a sign of what? That I should not have let things get so complicated, maybe I am a fool but it is better that she does not get hurt. Karanaj is right though, I do see it, I want it, but I digress I need to move on.

The rain began to fall, and I realized that we were not too far from a village I remembered along this road. Didn’t stay for long but I knew it was not that far ahead maybe a few leagues or so. I placed Vallia on the wagon gently, while Kay cared for her. Gruush and Karanaj took their positions and we went with as much speed as we could muster towards the village. The rain came heavy and hard as we rolled into the village. Vallia was turning blue, just watching her so helpless ripped my insides apart it seemed. I was determined not to lose her. We stopped at inn called the “Traveler’s Boon”. Gruush opened the door for me as I carried Vallia inside, he was slightly overzealous in calling out for aid, but I do not blame him.

After a few tense moments, the innkeeper, Tal was able to help us and I placed Vallia down on a table. I almost slipped up in our ruse, but continued the role as a devoted husband. Tal had Karanaj fetch the healer, Dosol, which was thankfully not far. I stayed and watched over Vallia and mulled my jumbled thoughts through my mind. Vallia was looking worse and worse by the moment, I hoped that Karanaj would return soon.

Karanaj suddenly began to send me mental messaged about the healer, Dosol. He though the man was being charmed, so I sent Gruush to go and help in case there was trouble. At the same moment Tal began to recount a short little tale about some travelers that had recently came into town. A religious troupe of robed brothers whom he had seen at the abbey, when he heard some digging. Great, I knew this was not going to be a good night. Karanaj was suspecting trouble, and so I had Kay go along as well to help the poor mage, while I stayed behind to watch Vallia. But it seemed that I too would be needed and it was a tough decision, but I felt I could trust Tal. And if we could assist this healer, then all the better. I drew my longsword in and went to find Karanaj. I hoped I would not regret my actions.

I found Karanaj, and company, engaged in combat with two robed creatures in the doorway to the abbey. Adventure and danger seems to follow us wherever we go I suppose. Good thing I am the best damn merc this side of Amn. Kay had just attempted what looked to be a punch, but she lost her footing, which threw off her balance horribly. Gruush slashed into a figure as Karanaj unleashed more of his magic into the hooded figure. I flanked the creature attacking Gruush, at Karanaj’s request and missed with my first slash but was able to bring my blade through my enemy’s side. Kay continued her attack but missed once more, like I said I do not expect much from the halfling. Gruush slashes once more with his kama and took the robed figure's head. I like Gruush he may smell, but he is good in a fight and smart too. (Did I mention that already?)

Luckily I turned and spotted inside the abbey no less, two more of these figures coming up some stairs, joining a third already standing within the abbey. One of them casted a spell that created magical webbing, luckily we all evaded the sticky stuff. One of the figures then went back down the stairs leaving the two robed figures to face our wrath. I flipped forward evading the sticky webbing landed and then roll forward and sprung up into a cartwheel, my blade in my hand the whole time. I brought it to bear and slashed the closest hooded figure. My attacks came quick but did not fell the hooded attacker. Kay threw shuriken at the other figure as Gruush pressed his attack. Karanaj finished off the second hooded creature after it tried to rip Gruush apart with its claws. The figure I just slashed stepped back and unleashed two magic missiles into my chest. Now I don’t like Magic Missile. I growled and pressed the attack first gutting the hooded mage, and then taking his head clean off his shoulders. I felt slightly better after that show of force.

I could hear digging sounds coming from the stairway, but we also had the charmed priest, Dosol, to attend to. We debated what to do, I wanted to get Vallia help as soon as possible but I also did not want these cretins to get away with whatever foul plans they had. We were about to take the priest to the inn when he abruptly turned and walked to the stairs, well that settled that. We went after the digging as I held my longsword two-handed. I had Karanaj return to Vallia since he had exhausted his magic power, and I was still very worried about Vallia. I lead the way with Gruush, then Kay following me. Dosol walked down the stairs into a room and just faced the far wall; he was definitely being charmed by something. Before we could focus on that problem we saw two more figures, both robed of course, and that blasted magical webbing. Both Kay and myself avoided the loathsome webs but Gruush was not so lucky, and was stuck. I am starting to loath magic. I was the quickest to act, and slashed at the hooded mage, but I missed both of my attacks. Kay used her sling to pelt the digger and hit the digger squarely in the head, but he continued to dig. A fanatic perhaps? I would not have much time to think about that as the mage stepped back and fired more magic missiles into my chest. I really am starting to hate that spell. I continued my assault and slashed the mage wickedly with my blade, but he did not fall. The mage stepped back and unleashed more strange magic upon me, but I was able to evade the strange sickening magic. Kay launched another pellet but missed the digger this time. I growled and pressed my attack with a fury, that not even Selune could contain. I slashed my blade into the mage’s gut then ripped it out quickly and spun taking the mages head as well off his shoulders. I watched as the hooded mage fell into three messy pieces. I love it when a good plan comes together. Kay slung another stone as Gruush freed himself from the webbing. She missed her attack once more as Gruush slashed at the mage, again missing as well. I took the opportunity to flank the mage and brought my longsword, held two-handed no less, down splitting the mage’s skull. He fell the to the floor in a heap, a bloody heap, but a heap nonetheless.

We looked to the priest but our gaze was drawn to a glow, coming from where the digger had been digging before I split his skull open. The glow was coming from an orb; I knelt down near it and glanced at the others. We were all wary, but I bravely reached out to touch it. Against Gruush’s wishes, strangely enough the orb healed me. I like this glowing and I bade every one else to “touch my orb”. Since I touched it first it was my orb. Gruush followed my lead and touched it as well, and it in turn healed his wounds. Kay was frantic and grabbed the orb to take it to Vallia, it healed her wounds as well, but it disappeared right before our eyes. We shared some terse words and I relayed to Karanaj as well, via my ring, what had transpired. He was not pleased with the results but it mattered little we still had Dosol, the healer. Kay grabbed Dosol and led him towards the inn; he was still quite confused but agreed to help us. Gruush followed, and I set about the grisly work of checking the bodies of these hooded thugs. I found about 250 silver, which I being overly generous lost 200 trying to share equally with the rest of the group. Their lack of common sense astounds me; none took the silver I left for them at the inn. I can only presume they have yet to learn the rudimentary aspects of greed. Anyway as I checked these loathsome thugs I found that they were not men but some strange hawk-like humanoid. I have not the knowledge to know what they were so I grabbed one that was relatively intact and carried it back to the inn.

I entered the inn and hoisted the strange humanoid onto the table and shook off the blood and gristle. Always a good feeling, well not really, I suppose. I took a seat and rested for a moment while the rest of the party pondered over the strange creature I had found. I rested and thought about the day’s events. I also chatted with Karanaj mentally and I am finding he can be just as annoying as Vallia. They are both too naive at times for their own good. Tal came into the common room and was shocked as well; I explained to him everything that happened he seemed grateful if not surprised at the events that unfolded this rainy eve. I hate the rain; I just wanted to say that. Dosol came downstairs and was pleased and happy that we assisted him.

In the meanwhile Karanaj and myself were having a heated argument over Vallia. He wanted me to see what a fool I had been up to this point, and I could not doubt that he understood why I persisted. He knew about Ellyn after all. I wanted to choke him at some points, but I understood he meant well. But I don’t want to hurt Vallia, not like I did Ellyn, I love her too much I think. If one such as myself can love at all. We passed each other in the hallway he glanced at me and I at him. I gave him a curt response as if master speaking to servant, to continue our ruse. I then shooed Kay out of the room and spoke with Vallia alone. She at least was feeling better.

I sat down on the bed and explained what had happened to her, during her figurative leave of absence. I also let it slip that I thought her actions were foolish and that she should take greater care before casually throwing herself into harm’s way. She was saddened by that, I can see why she did it. I had hoped I was wrong, and this will complicate my role as a protector. But one look into her opened eyes and I knew it didn’t matter. I am a sucker for a pretty face. I explained to her the events of the night as well, and our little altercation with the hawk-like humanoids. She was most distressed that I left her. And that sent pangs of guilt up and down my spine. I didn’t want to leave her but it had to be done, to help her. Or so I thought. I so despise the position of leadership, which has been unceremoniously dropped into my lap. I am not a leader of men, but a merc. A merc, why couldn’t she understand that, I don’t have time for love. I am a warrior for money, I kill and I get paid for it. I don’t stick around, I go where the money is, but she can’t see that. Sometimes I can’t see that either. This life of companionship is growing on me. I don’t want it to end, but I know once this mission is over, and my job done. I will have to move on. I am only human; my life compared to hers will be brutally short. Why does she not see that?

I could see though that she was still very cold so I offered to share some warmth with her. I took off my shirt and laid in the bed with her, and allowed her to take part in my own body heat. An old trick I learned from soldiers during cold nights. It takes a lot of trust mind you, but much warmer then sleeping alone. Vallia was startled but she enjoyed it, and I have to admit I did as well.

Morning came and I was up first, as usual. Vallia was surprised to still see me there and I enjoyed the pleasant little fiction of husband and wife. She kissed me on the cheek gently, and I could find myself getting used to that. I could find myself getting used to many things, actually. But I still carried the pain from Ellyn so I had to restrain myself. We dressed quickly, and we chatted about the argument that Karanaj and myself had last night. She was surprised to see that she was the topic of discussion. We did not linger long about it and decided to focus on getting through these mountains and towards Mistledale. Karanaj surprisingly spoke to me in the morning but I couldn’t chat for long. I was in the midst of another kiss with Vallia. Sometimes I really hate those damned rings.

The morning passed, and I got myself a well-needed bath and some food in my stomach. We would have stayed longer I suppose at the inn, but we needed to move on. Vallia could feel that Aliya was weakening. We moved on, in hindsight I think we had caused quite a ruckus in that small village. We seem to do that more times then I would like, maybe it is just Tymora smiling upon us. We started on our journey once more and I chatted with Karanaj mentally along the way.

He was still quite determined to have me admit my feelings for Vallia, a conversation I was beginning to dread every time I heard his voice in my mind. I reminded him that he should never speak of Burning Rose to anyone, and I think I can trust him to do so. He added that I should read his journal as well for fairness, and I after some thinking agreed, since it was only fair. He handed the book over and I have had some time to read it. I can only say that I had quite a few laughs, but I would like to add that I am no braggart. I am the best damn merc this side of Amn. Anyway, to continue, he explained to me this elven phenomenon that is the Ma'sheira. I guess, from his words that it is when an elf meets someone and instantly know that they will love this one person in all of their life. The elf has no control over this I suppose and they will love only this one person, for all of their lives. That sounds good and dandy if that significant other is an elf. But in Karanaj’s case, Aliya loves him in this way, and he is very human. I feel for him, and her sadly, as I have said before we humans live brutally short lives compared to the other races of Toril.

I then spoke with Vallia about this phenomenon. I think what I heard stunned me more so then anything else this whole trip. Including those blasted magic missiles. (Did I mention I hate that spell?) At first she was evasive but she explained to me what Karanaj had told me before. So I simply asked her if she had found her own Ma'sheira, and she seemed to at first reply that he had died. I felt bad inside because that is a horrible thing. But luckily he was still alive, and I wished that she would get back to him soon once this was over. I had an inward twang of pain as well. I liked her and I could tell she liked me, but I did not feel right trying seduce another man’s woman. Not that I was doing this on purpose mind you. But she continued and it seemed that she had never left his side from the first time they had met. I knew then I was in trouble, she didn’t even have to say it, even though in my shock my replies were all half-hearted. I was her Ma'sheira, I knew it inside and that scares me still even as I write this. Why me, I am a no-good merc just trying to make a quick gold. I am no hero, I am not dashing, just a merc. I had to think about this, what do I do? I can’t turn her away, she has no choice in this, she loves me and deep down, I care for her so deeply it scares me. Fate it seems is not without a sense of humor.

We traveled through the mountains, as I contemplated these recent events. We passed through the mountains and have entered the Dales I wager although we are in marshland it seems. I really hate the bugs and the weather has been less then pleasing. It has rained for nearly the past ten-day. Nearly 23 or days on the road, I hope we are nearing Mistledale. I know in my heart what I must do about Vallia, I hope I am ready for this. Did I mention I really hate bugs?

Misha “Burning Rose” Koldun.

 

[Aust Meliamne]

Karanaj’s Journal #4
Today, I don’t feel much like talking about what happened, but I guess that the bad should come along with the good (though, I am still waiting for the good). The morning after our first acting opportunity was a bit slow. I was outside Misha and Vallia’s door, just looking at Jynx in my lap (Jynx is my cat, if I haven’t already mentioned that). I was wondering what I should do with her, since I couldn’t very well just leave her here, and it didn’t seem proper for a man I was pretending to be to have a pet cat. I decided to let the “family” take him as a pet. The rest of the group finally awoke, and Gruush came over to see what had happened. Nothing had, and we both went downstairs for breakfast.

After we finished all of our business there, we all headed out to the wagon and horses, and I went over to Kayla to offer her the cat. She accepted, and made a few comments insinuating what she would do to that cat. All I can say is that I hope she does not, for her sake. We were on the road again, and not too far along before we were attacked by some Troglodytes.

Two javelins flew from the right, and Vallia jumped into one of them that was heading straight for Misha. She flew off of the wagon, and landed on the ground, lying very still. I knew the Troglodytes must have poisoned it somehow, because she would never have fallen that easily. Gruush and Misha were the first to see the creatures, and they fired on the right. I was quite angry by now, seeing Vallia lying on the ground. I leapt from my horse, and fired on her attackers first. I then realized that there were more coming from the opposite direction and turned my attention there. I came out of the battle with a few scratches, and turned my attention to Vallia, since everyone else seemed to want to. I saw the javelin sticking out, and all I could think of was poison on that thing, making her worse. I took the javelin out, not ripping it at full force, but pulling it enough that it ripped a larger wound in her chest. The javelin was barbed. The sight of that, and the smell of the troglodytes make me wretch, and I promptly lost my lunch. I’m not really sure what happened after that. I think Misha scolded me in his own way, but I wasn’t paying attention. All I could see was what I had just done to Vallia. We tried to make camp right there, but the rains came quickly, and we were forced to move on.

We drove through the bone chilling rain, but I did not even notice that I was soaked or freezing. All I could think of was that I had just nearly lost Vallia, who meant a lot to me, now. We found an inn, and Misha took Vallia inside, while Gruush made our presence known. Gruush scared half of the patrons into drawing weapons, but thankfully the innkeeper intervened, and sent them all away so we could concentrate on the matter at hand. I began to try to use this opportunity to show Misha exactly what I saw.

He either wouldn’t see it, or just denied it, like the fool he was. I can’t blame him, though. I read in his journal about the Burning Rose, and I do understand why he acts the way he does. The only way I can hope to show him what I see is to play his game; be the tough guy. I did my best to show him what Vallia did for him as a gesture of how she feels. I told him. I don’t know whether I need to convince him that Vallia loved him, or that he needed to be honest about his feelings. I tried to do both, but he was so stubborn. I quickly became agitated, and didn’t even want to speak with him anymore. When that happened, I saw what pain I had caused both Vallia and Misha, and I continued pushing him. I could not allow this to happen right in front of me. They loved each other, and the man was holding them back from experiencing it. I could not allow him to make the same mistake I did. Tal, the innkeeper, sent me to the abbey to get the priest. I was all to happy to make amends for earlier, and at the same time, to get away from that stubbornly foolish Misha. I ran off to find the place.

I found the abbey, and heard some sounds of digging inside. I had no time to worry about that, and pounded on the locked door. The priest answered, and I could tell by his speech and demeanor that he had been charmed. I told Misha as much, and he sent Gruush to come help me, if need be. I saw who I thought was that man responsible, all the while, trying to get something out the priest. He tried to shut the door on me, and I pushed the door back, and moved past him. I saw two more cloaked figures, just as the one I had seen from the entrance. I knew that this could be trouble, and asked for some more help. Kay was sent this time, but I still did not feel that that was enough. The three figures attacked all of us, and I told Misha that he should hurry here, to help us free the priest from their control. Surprisingly, and to my delight, Misha actually had to deal with his conscience before leaving Vallia at the inn. He hurried here, and we made short work of the men, and their reinforcements. I was exhausted from the battle, and I could tell that I would not be able to cast magic that night again. I volunteered to go look after Vallia, while the group continued to find who had control over the priest.

I headed back and found Tal in Vallia’s room, keeping watch over her. I thanked him for all his help, but still could not convey my feelings well enough to him. He left, to go see his family, and that thought gave me a sort of bittersweet feeling. The serving girl came up later on, and apparently found me quite dashing. Had I not known that I was Aliya’s ma’sheira, I would have been easily taken by her offer, even after meeting Aliya. I told the girl that I was already taken, and she looked very forlorn. I tried as best I could to assure her that it was for the best as she left. She had brought food, but I didn’t feel hungry at all. I simply took Vallia’s hand. It was cold as ice, and I began to gently rub it, to try to bring back some warmth.

Kayla came back first, and she had the priest in tow. She brought him upstairs to Vallia, and he promptly began examining her. He asked where she was wounded, and I told her in the chest. He pulled back the covers, and was about to unbutton her bodice when he looked at me. In all my worrying about her I had forgotten completely about modesty! I walked to the doorway, and stood facing out of the room. He gasped when he saw the wound, and I told him that it was my fault for pulling out the barbed javelin. He scolded me, which did nothing to help my attitude, and proceeded to heal her. She did not wake immediately, but was healed at the very least. We offered him some money, but he did not take it. The group was back by then, and we all thanked him for his help. He left, and I was set to wondering about Misha again.

I stopped Misha before he entered the room. I wanted to say a million things in that seemingly eternal time, but I could not. He asked me what was wrong, as a master would ask his bodyguard, and I let the question hang in the air as I walked to my room. Vallia spoke to me in my mind as I reached my room. I felt so much guilt at hearing her voice. I asked her if she was alright, and she told me that her chest was sore. That made my guilt even worse, and I tried at first to say why I had ripped that javelin out of her. I then realized that I couldn’t make anything better by excusing it, so I just told her it was my fault, and apologized. She was not angry; I was not very surprised by that, but I was still somewhat relieved. I tried one last time to goad Misha into saying something, but I couldn’t, and I said my “good nights” to Vallia and Misha.

I was outside Misha and Vallia’s door the next morning, as I had done so many times in the recent past. Vallia began to ask me what I had said to Misha. I didn’t want her to know, for some reason, and I told her that I didn’t say anything very serious. She was still worried about him, and I tried the only thing that I could think of to convince him. I allowed him to read my own journal as well. I thought that maybe he would see what he was doing, and stop his foolishness. Even as I offered it to him, he told me that he already knew that he would probably hurt Vallia down the road. I told him that even if there was a good chance of hurting her down the road, there is a guarantee of hurting her NOW, if he did not accept his feelings. He began to defend himself by saying that an elf would get over a human very easily. I told him about an elf, and her ma’sheira; how she would never love another for the rest of her life. I told him about how sad I was that Aliya had fallen for me, and that she had to have a great love for me, because she knew that already as well. He read through it for quite some time as we traveled a lengthy portion of our trip. I think that reading my Journal changed him at least a little.

As we neared a roadside inn (though we didn’t know about it quite yet), I asked Vallia to answer one question for me. I wanted to see if all my efforts had been in vain (those two had been so stubborn; I didn’t know what I could think of as true). I asked her if she loved that man sitting next to her, and she told me not only what I had thought, but something even more than that. She told me she was to him and Aliya was to me. She would never love another man, as long as she lived. I was taken aback by the news, and I told Vallia, as best I could, about the Burning Rose (I had promised to tell no one, but I could not keep this from her, especially now). I explained in general terms, so as not to betray Misha’s trust in me totally, but I did my best to show how he felt. I soon found out that emotions, if they were strong enough, could be conveyed to everyone wearing a ring. Misha now knew what I had seen so long ago. I hoped that he would not hurt her.

We finally came to the inn, and found that it was abandoned. The animals there were malnourished, as if they hadn’t been fed in a few days. We went into the inn, and saw people dead. They had tried to carve crude Holy Symbols, and there was a scent of garlic in the air. We went over to one of the men; he had two bite holes in his neck, and was very withered. This would not be a pleasant night at all.

 

[Aust Meliamne]

Vallia’s Journal

26th day of Leaffall, 1372DR

It has been some time since my last journal entry. The lapse was not entirely my fault, it is difficult to write as you travel, and I was unconscious for a while. I’m going to try to go back, and pick up where I left off. My mind seems to have calmed somewhat, so perhaps this entry will be somewhat more….orderly than the last.

The night in Crimmor passed uneventfully, and the morning after, we left town early and turned north to pass over the Cloud Peak Mountains. I do think that Misha is taking this married thing a little too far, he actually kissed me this morning as he helped me into the wagon. It was nice, but still……He holds me tight as I sit next to him, and I do not think it is for the act. He seems almost affectionate, but restrained. I have given up trying to understand him, I think perhaps I will just let time take its course, and see what happens.

He began to speak of the first time he saw me, calling it a strange moment. He would tell me only that at that time he felt ‘good’, whatever that means. I took it as a positive sign, though. Other than the conversation, the travel was mostly dull, and the day passed quickly. As twilight fell, I saw movement from the rocks along the side of the path. I saw an arm, and javelins flying towards us. The others had not yet seen them, not having keen elven eyesight, and I leapt up, drawing my sword.

I have always been good at being able to tell where an arrow will fly, or strike, and I knew as soon as I saw those javelins that the second one was aimed straight at Misha’s head. I didn’t think, I didn’t consciously move, but I found myself, sword in hand, coming to my feet directly in front of him. Just as I stood, the javelins struck. I looked down briefly in horror to see one sticking out of my chest. The force of my momentum carried me over the side of the wagon, but thankfully, I do not remember hitting the ground.

When I awoke again, the first thing I heard was Misha’s voice, asking if I was feeling better. I tried to answer him, but it felt like my chest was on fire, I couldn’t take a breath. And I was cold, so cold, I could feel myself shaking. There was also something pressed up against me, very close, which made me feel very smothered.

I opened my eyes to find Kay, surprisingly, pressed against me, trying apparently to keep me warm. I appreciated the gesture, but her closeness was uncomfortable. I asked Misha to convince her to go, and she finally agreed. I was touched that she had gone to the trouble. Maybe I’ve been wrong about halflings after all.

I sent a quick message to Karanaj, letting him know I was alright. He apologized for removing the javelin, but explained that he had suspected poison. I told him that it was not his fault, and that there apparently was a sleeping poison on the javelin. I do not blame him for his actions, he was only trying to do what he thought best, and I love him for it. Our conversation was short, and I was exhausted, so I quickly bid him good night.

Misha explained that I had been hit by a barbed javelin, which Karanaj had unknowingly ripped out, injuring me further. Misha was angry with me for protecting him, he stated very vigorously that protecting me was his job. I told him I was sorry, that I had not thought, just acted. He mentioned something of fighting, and about that time I began to take note of my surroundings, and realized that someone had changed my clothes and put me to bed.

When I inquired, I found to my shock, that the others had left me with the innkeeper, and had gone off to fight. Furthermore, I have to assume that someone from the inn bathed my wound and clothed me. To say I was not pleased is an understatement. Of course, they were fighting for the cleric who was to heal me, so who am I to judge them, I suppose. I just thought…….I hoped………that someone would have remained with me.

Misha finally noticed my shivers (just as I noticed my fingers were blue!) and pulled off his shirt. I was a little alarmed and unsure of what he intended, but he muttered something about soldiers and warmth and promptly got into bed with me, putting his arms around me. It did make me feel warmer, and safe, and I huddled close to him, and fell asleep rather quickly.

He was still there in the morning when I awoke, which surprised me. One look at him, and I could tell he had not gotten much sleep. He was standing by the window, seemingly lost in thought. I remarked on his still being there (something which I don’t recall happening before) and he told me that I had scared him and Karanaj rather badly. I apologized as I placed a hand on his shoulder. When he remarked that he almost felt like husband and wife, I gave him a quick kiss. I’m not really sure why I did that, but I was feeling…….well, almost giddy.

Misha sounded funny when he mentioned Karanaj. I asked him what had transpired, and he said that they had had a disagreement about me. I had thought that Misha had been angry with him about the javelin, and sent a quick message to Karanaj asking what had happened, as Misha tried to change the subject.

He does that quite often, and it annoys me greatly. I yelled his name in exasperation, and immediately regretted it, as my chest exploded in fire. Misha caught me before I fell and I asked him again to tell me what happened. He told me that Karanaj felt that he was deluding himself, and avoiding what everyone could see. Karanaj refused to tell me his reasons behind such comments, and I chose not to press. It seemed he knew something about Misha, and had given his word not to reveal it. I can respect that, but I do not have to like it.

Karanaj did say that Misha was wrestling with a decision. I am worried about that. He must sleep if he wants to be of any use to us. I decided not to press either any farther, and dressed quickly. How strange for those two to become friends, they seemed so different. Before I went downstairs, Misha kissed me again. Sometimes I think that I am growing too accustomed to it.

I emerged in the common room with a wide smile, and a ravenous appetite. I suppose it was all the healing, but I ate more than I have ever eaten in my entire life. Misha and Gruush took baths (thank goodness!) and I was more than ready to continue our journey. Misha, however, seemed determined to drag his feet. I was worried about Aliya…..the pain and fear I felt from her had lessened, but I did not think it a good sign and told Misha and Karanaj as much. I think she is weakening, and we must hurry.

I was able to convince Misha to leave, and he again played the role of the husband to the hilt, even smacking my bottom, which I did not appreciate in the least! We traveled for what seemed like days, and Karanaj, for some unknown reason, had given Misha and I his journal to read. Misha had some questions about ma’sheira, and I explained as best I could, not really wanting to discuss it. He felt sympathy for Aliya, knowing that it will be hard for her when Karanaj dies, she will still be so young. He also said that he hoped I find something like that one day. I could hardly swallow for the lump in my throat. He isn’t ready………

I enjoyed reading Karanaj’s journal, though in reading about his meeting with Aliya, I felt such sadness. As much as we love Karanaj and Misha, Aliya and I do use them. We have no choice, but I do not have to like it. I seem to be saying that a lot lately. I was gratified to hear that I remind him of Aliya, for she is the warmest and most caring person I know. I like Karanaj even more so now, he feels such responsibility. I have found that is rare in humans. They do not often think of how their actions affect others, but Karanaj is more than willing to take on more than his share of the blame in any given situation. He did not guide Misha’s hand in killing Anteashara, for example, but to him it was the same. Karanaj is a wonderful person, and I am very privileged to know him.

While we drove, Misha dozed with his head in my lap, and I stroked his hair absentmindedly. I heard Karanaj in my mind, I get the feeling that what’s going on between Misha and me is troubling him. He asked if I had feelings for the man in my lap, and I replied “Of course.”

He said that he meant as more than a friend or companion, and I replied “As Aliya is to you, so he is to me. May Corellon help us all." I think I eased some of his fears by telling him the truth, and he told me what he had been hiding. Misha is afraid of hurting me. He apparently loved someone long ago, and she came to harm because of him, and now he is afraid to care about someone like that again. I felt like crying as I listened. I hate seeing him in pain, making him relive those feelings. For a moment, I hated myself for doing this to him.

Misha and I were talking again, as night fell and we began to travel more slowly due to fog and rain. He asked again about ma’sheira, and I told him that the subject caused me pain. I was tired, and did not want to discuss it. He apologized, saying that I must have loved my ma’sheira greatly. I understood that Misha thought he was dead. I assured him that he lives, and that is enough for me right now. He remarked that it must be hard to be away from him, and I told him that since we met, I had never left his side. I thought those words before I had a chance to catch myself, and Misha seemed very alarmed, saying that I was scaring him.

I tried quickly to use humor the way he does, to not answer the question I knew he was asking. I said "Why, it's Gruush, didn't you know?" and he replied with "and here I thought it was myself... whew..my mind is calm now."

I should mention at this point that the rings are not always a blessing, and sometimes you project things you do not mean to. I was furious with him, and before I realized what I was doing, I thought "Of course it's you, you fool!" I immediately wished there was some way to get that moment back, but the damage was done. He said "You love me?" and I replied "Since the first time we met......." He asked why and played coy when I compared him to Karanaj. He forced me to say it, to say that he was my ma’sheira. He told me he was afraid…..for me. I tried to lighten the mood, and said I was afraid for him…….I kick pretty hard. He would not be deterred and said he wanted to think.

I immediately communicated with Karanaj my stupidity in opening my big mouth. He was sympathetic, but seems to think that Misha will come to the right conclusion…..I wish I was as sure as he is.

I could live without him…..I could. I just do not wish to.

 

[Aust Meliamne]

BEHOLD! Thoughts from a Halfling
I have been traveling with this party for several days now, and only now I have decided to start a journal. I am on a back of a wagon pretending to be a child. I have decided to remain fairly quiet this part of the journey as we have another ten-day to go.

There was nothing much of my life to speak of before I met this four. Should anyone find this script on my warm, or warmed over, corpse I shall begin with me. I am Kalaya Littlewood from Luiren. Being a halfling I am very small, perhaps no larger than a 5 year old human. This is why I get to play the child. I was the daughter of merchant parents who traveled extensively throughout many lands. As I matured I wanted a little more stability in my life. The Order of the Hin Fist was that stability…or so I thought. I learned the ways of masters, becoming a decent martial artist. Mind you, I am still at a disadvantage for my size, but I am able to hold my own rather well. If I can't beat it, it will never catch me to beat me. Unfortunately, I did not finish my training, much to the dismay of the elders. "Kay…..you have but a short time left, why go now?" they asked me repeatedly. I never told them that I was in love. That desire was stronger than anything they were teaching me there. I left in the dark of night to be with Eldon Burrowfoot. I knew him as a child from travels with my parents. Luckily for Eldon and I, my parents decided to set up a shop. We stayed for several years. When my parents decided to move their shop to a city far away, I was still too young to stay with Eldon. I vowed I would be back to be with him.

But this was all for naught. Shortly after I left the Order, I got word that the Zhentarim had killed Eldon. What was I to do? I could not go back to the Hin Fist. What would they say? I spent a ten-day just wandering around the land. I was empty. I ended up in Ashabenford in Mistledale. There I took a job in a stable. I met a half elf there. Her name is Braya. She is the daughter of the man that I worked for. She and I became close friends. I was sorry that I had to leave her when I got word that the man who killed Eldon may be in Athkatlan. It was a bittersweet departure, as the last time that I left someone that I cared for so much, they were taken from me.

This brings me to this unlikely group. I met them after they had dispatched a few robbers of a merchant in Athkatlan. I was close enough to fight, but stayed out, as I had no idea who was who in the melee. Far be it for me to jump in and end up helping the robbers. I sort of invited myself into the party. The merchant was looking for people to do a job for him. I like money, better yet, I needed money. I planned to just do the job and then move on. But after we did the first job, I heard that a few of the party were looking for Zhentarim as well. I decided to ride things out and see if I can use them just like they are using me. I have nothing in common with any of them really, and feel more of an accessory than a part of the group. I could drop off the side of this wagon now to hunt the Zhent on my own with no problems I am sure. But there is strength in numbers.

I will start with the one called Gruush. He is a half-orc MONK! Now we all know that orcs are not known for being the sharpest arrow in the quiver, but this one appears to have a semblance of a brain. Sometimes. To listen to him speak you would think he spent his years eating schoolbooks, not reading them. But if you see him in action, you will see that he was well trained. You can't teach someone if they don't have the ability to comprehend what you are telling them. Gruush stinks. I guess that is his "character" so it is said. You would think that someone would teach him to bathe. We'll leave that for another time, and hopefully another person. I thought that he and I would be the best suited, as we are both monks. But my happy, and talkative demeanor does not mesh well with his strict upbringing. I can only imagine that he thinks of me as insolent to the cloth. Perhaps I am.

Then there is Misha. Hummm........... When I first met him he called himself "Burning Rose". Why, I do not know. He is a rugged human with a fighter flare to him. I thought I would get along with him, that is until I saw his unthinking, uncaring, brash side. We got along well. I was fascinated by his mannerisms, his intelligence. I'll be honest, his qualities reminded me of Eldon. We were "stuck" together so it seemed in the first part of our journey. He and I were sent to talk to some village folk. We found a few harlots who had some information but not all of what we needed. Some time after that, we went into a shop. We were there of course to ask more questions. Well the shop keep didn't like that at all. He called for a woman, Anteashara was her name and much to my surprise they attacked us. Misha is quite skilled with the sword. The first time I witnessed him severing a head all I could say was "excellent!". We dispatched the foes and Anteashara was the only one left alive. We tried to get information from her. Now I am all for killing when I have to, but not the helpless. Even though Anteashara did nothing to help us verbally, she would have been useful as a hostage perhaps. But alas, the one who I would get along with the best did a vile thing. He plunged his sword into her helpless body. I was and still am angered, hoping one day I will understand his reasoning.


Then there is Karanaj. He is a human that is well adept at magic. Frankly, I do not trust him. There were a couple instances that made me wonder that something was amiss in the party. There was a time that I had gotten a little…. ok, A LOT drunk. Well they were all in a tiff to get going and I had just gotten served. So I downed the ale faster than an elven arrow. The power of the brew hit me nearly right away. I could barely stand. Misha was nice enough to put me on his shoulders. Shortly after I was knocked off. OH YES it was intentional. Everyone said that it was just me, but it felt like a punch to the gut. I promptly sobered up after emptying the contents of my stomach. I thought it was Vallia playing with me and getting me all riled up. Then there was the dark spell. Misha, who did not want to listen to the group decided to go traipsing off through some brambles and was making a hell of a ruckus. All of a sudden he became "Dark Boy" as I so "lovingly" dubbed him. Again, the blame was placed on the circumstance. But get this. On our last journey, while acting the part of child to the utmost of my ability, I caught Karanaj about ready to cast on me. He didn't thankfully, but I was nearly sure that he was the one who knocked me off of Misha's shoulders. Again, I do not trust him. He keeps to himself and serves very well as a guard for the party. He seems to have a thing for Vallia, even though I don't think he will ever admit it. I don't know if I will ever have the opportunity to speak with him. If I do, it will give me the chance to change my mind about him, if necessary.

And now Vallia, that wench beast Vallia. She is SOOOO pompous that I am somewhat happy she took a javelin in the chest. Well maybe that is too crass. I don't normally wish harm on anyone. She plays the harlot so well. First swooning all over Karanaj, and now all over Misha. They say that it is a merely a charade, but what better way to hide things than out in the open. They are so madly in love it sickens me. Call me jealous…. ok I am jealous. I knew that kind of love once, and have it no more. It is very distracting to me, due to the fact it reminds me of Eldon and I. Perhaps that is why I was a really bratty child. I did take that bit very far, but for the good of the party. Vallia may turn out to be a good person. As strange as this may sound after what I have said of her, she is the reason I decided to stay with the party. She too hunts the Zhents.

So for now I will travel with them. I feel alone, as I don't get along with them, as I should. But then again this is a new adventure for us all and things can change in an instant.

 

[Aust Meliamne]

This is a background entry in Misha's journal. This is not an actual session but information that fleshes out his background even more so. Enjoy.
Misha’s Journal

10th Leaffal, 1372 DR

All this mushy sensitive stuff has gotten me thinking about my past, about Ellyn, and just where did I go wrong? I haven’t seriously thought about this in such a long time, but I can still recall many details as if this all happened yesterday. The streets of Muraan, the slums of Athkatla, the long nights on the road. I can still smell the sweet bread Ellyn would cook for me with that dash of cinnamon I have never been able to find anywhere else. Or the way her green eyes looked at me when I made her angry, I was always particularly good at that. She meant the world to me then, a youth with nothing lose, I was on top of the world, and I felt pretty good for being only seventeen.

But I wish to tell this tale correctly, I was only sixteen at the time that I decided to join the ranks of the Shadow Thieves. I was no thief mind you, but I was strong and quick and able to hide and take lone merchants by surprise if need be. I was a local tough, and most of my companions were the same. Though I did not trust them, well only one, Vandal Buckman. Vandal and I had known each other since either of us was old enough to walk and swindle apples from the local bazaar. Where I was strong and smart, he had a knack for being quick and skilled with his hands. Vandal and I were close friends all throughout my youth in Muraan, we had no one else to turn to. We both came from large poor families and our prospects were not good, so we decided to make our own ways. At first we wanted to be heroes like in the tales of adventurers righting wrongs, a childhood fancy I know. Soon reality set in, and we turned our skills to thievery and easy money. Money is a powerful thing for those who have none of their own, and we found the small amounts of wealth intoxicating. Or at least I did.

I bought my first longsword at fifteen with my ill-gotten earnings, I felt like quite the rich man when I walked about town with my weapon at my side. Although I was a thief, I had my scruples. I never tried to hurt people on purpose or steal from those I knew, even we low-born types have a sense of decency and honor. Vandal though, he was different, much more harsh then myself, and at times much more dangerous. He was the first between us to join the Shadow Thieves, nearly a year before I did. I began to see him less and less, I was saddened he was my truest friend, at the time. I continued my roguish lifestyle though and it was on one of my jaunts through the bazaar that I had the fortunate luck to run into Ellyn, who was peddling apples at the time. I just love apples, not sure if I mentioned that. I tried with my usual manner to snatch one for myself, and allow my own reputation to allow me to get away with the deed. I mean I was at the toughest and strongest thug in all of the lower ward, who would challenge me?

I snatched the apple and began eating, while Ellyn stared at me incredulously, the look in her forest-green eyes were full of anger. She always looked cutest when she was angry, I will admit that. I smiled winsomely and took another bite, she demanded I pay for the apple; the nerve, me pay for an apple in my bazaar. She had much to learn of the politics in this area. Course then she kicked me in the groin, and that was very painful. You know Vallia has a lot in common with Ellyn besides the green eyes I guess. That was a humbling experience to be sure, it took me a few moments to collect myself. Ellyn looked down at me smiling, and gloated, it was then that I noticed from my vantage point her ears and the shape of her eyes, she was a half-elf. I had never seen one in person before, only heard stories. She had curly black hair about shoulder length, and a slender frame, her skin was tanned, as I recall. She was beautiful, and very much not impressed with my presence. Not that I had made a great first impression, but I slowly recovered from the blow and offered to pay for the apple. In fact I paid for every apple she had if she would give me the chance to talk to her. I think her reaction was a slap across my face, then she took my money, and then after some long thoughts she accepted. My kind of woman, I can tell you that for sure.

I learned much from Ellyn, she taught me how to speak the Elven language, the ways of love, and even how much sweet bread and honey I could consume at one sitting. We were constant companions, Ellyn and I, she had little family to call her own, and my family had all but forgotten about their youngest boy lost to the streets. Our relationship seemed to change with the winds, we fought as much as we loved each other. It was during one of our arguments, over our future and my own goals that I left her, and ran into Vandal. He had moved up in the world some, the Shadow Thieves had done well for him it seemed. He offered me a place in their ranks and like a fool I accepted just wanting to get away from Ellyn and Muraan. I went to Athkatla and worked as a guard at a Shadow Thief safe-house. The pay was very good, Vandal had not lied about that, and it seemed simple enough. Guard some merchandise by night until the “Movers” picked it up. I really had no idea what I was guarding or for what reason, but at the time ignorance was bliss. The money was intoxicating, so my loyalty for the time being was bought part and parcel. It didn’t matter to me much when I heard news in the tavern about several thousands gold worth of gems and antiquities were smuggled out of the city, I didn’t think twice about it. It had nothing to do with me. Though at the time I had no idea whom I was working for, I was just a guard. It was my job to do what I was told, and get paid for that.

Things changed though over time. Vandal was of course rising in this organization and being my friend he gave me a helping hand and got me into the Shadow Thieves proper. I was a hired tough, hired to rough up those who displeased our masters or assist Vandal’s rougher work. I never killed anyone or hurt anyone too bad, but the work got under my skin. I am not the nicest person in the world, but I try to refrain from violence against the weak. Vandal though, had no reservations, he did what had to be done, no matter the cost. That was when I learned just how far Vandal had fallen, when I watched him kill a man in cold blood.

We had been sent to find a Mr. Pimmerel, a local scrivener working in the Waft. He had made the mistake of opening a missive that was to be delivered to one of the “Guildmasters”. His fate had been sealed, it seemed and Vandal and myself were sent to deal with this breach of contract. Simple, we rough him up and take his gold and leave him to wonder where he went wrong, I thought. We entered his shop shortly before he planned to close, I assumed, as the sun dipped down behind the horizon. Mr. Pimmerel look stunned to see us enter, I closed the door and watched the entrance as Vandal went to work. I never liked these type of missions, they were distasteful to me, and I don’t like hurting people like this. But the money, was it worth this? Vandal spoke calmly to the man, I am not sure what he said, but the man’s eyes went wide. That was when I saw Vandal draw his dagger and slide into the man’s chest through his ribs. I blinked in astonishment, this could not be happening? Not like this, was this the purpose of our mission, to kill this man? By Selune, I am not a good man, but I do not kill wantonly. I tried to stop him, but the work was done, the man was dead.

Vandal looked at me and seemed to be surprised at my actions. I knew then that he had stepped over to a place that I did not want to follow. I thought about our youth, being a hero, we had both fallen so far from our childhood dreams. But I was determined to not sink into the pit alongside Vandal, that was not my path. I ran then, he didn’t chase me, I think he understood why. It didn’t matter though, my time with the Shadow Thieves was at an end, and I returned to Muraan. In many ways a broken man, and yet still only a boy. Ellyn often mentioned that for some time after I had a haunted look in my eyes, I am not quite sure if I have ever ever lost that edge.

I returned to Ellyn, I still loved her, and she in turn loved me. I tried to find an honest job to make a living but I had little skill in profession or crafts. I was a warrior and a wanderer. Slowly I became a merc, and took on the name Burning Rose, from the tattoo she had in a place I will not jot down here. But it was nice, I will say that. We were like husband and wife, and for a time it all seemed right. When I was home anyway, I spent much of my time on the road working for one merchant or another. Being away from Ellyn tore me apart emotionally and I longed to be home with her when I could. But to support us I had to do what I could, but maybe that was not enough. I am not sure why, maybe grief, maybe sorrow, maybe out of some twisted love, she took her own life. I returned home from a particularly prosperous journey only to find her laying on our bed, a corpse. She had poisoned herself, as best as I could see. I was horrified, I couldn’t take the sight, and I ran. I have said this before, but I just feel that I am a coward. But I feel very alone at times, in my life anyone I have grown close to I lose. I do not want this to happen to Vallia as well.

-Misha “Burning Rose” Koldun

 

[Aust Meliamne]

27th day of Marpenoth to the 14th day of Uktar, 1372 DR
Little did I know what was in store for us the last time I wrote in my Journal.

We began to examine the withered body, and found nothing on him at all, other than his dagger, and the holy symbol he was trying to craft. We decided to bury the boy, and Gruush and I were put to the task. We went outside to bury him and found 3 other graves recently dug. I decided that this was probably his family, and that he should be buried next to them. Kayla went off to find something to dig with, and I was left to my thoughts. Misha soon broke into them and told me that he had just seen a puddle move. Very strange indeed. Kayla returned to tell us that she hadn’t found anything to dig with. Right about that time, a blob lunged at me and missed. I told Misha and Vallia to come outside and help investigate. Misha finished the creature off, and was sprayed with slime. He fell over, frozen exactly as he had been standing. Vallia was the first to him, and told Kay to go get some water out of a nearby well. I pointed out that those blobs were made of liquid, and that might not be a good idea. Vallia agreed and pulled out her waterskin to use on Misha. I did the same, as well as Gruush. We took Misha inside after washing him off.

He was wet from having the slime washed off, and didn’t enjoy it at all. He told me so through the ring, and I told the rest that I would change his clothes when we got back. It was a bit strange to do, and I wouldn’t want to do it again. Misha was looked after by Vallia, and Kayla and I took Gruush to look down in the basement.

We looked down there, though I couldn’t see anything, and Kayla apparently found a puddle coming out of one of the barrels. She decided that it was safe, and tasted it. She promptly spun around, grasping her throat as she hobbled over to the stairs. Gruush quickly grabbed her and carried her upstairs. As we reached the top, Kayla giggled a bit, and told Gruush that she was fine. Gruush didn’t appreciate it very much, and proceeded to throw her against the nearest wall. Kay was a bit too quick for him, though, and tumbled out of his grasp. She still giggled from her prank, and Gruush was still unhappy with her.

About this time, Misha decided it would be enjoyable to tell me about the massage he was receiving from Vallia. I asked Vallia if she was really doing that, and she told me she was simply reading Misha’s journal. I told her what Misha had told me, and she told me he would pay. I almost wanted to dash into the room to see what she would do, but I decided against it. Misha was less than happy (at least, that is what he conveyed), and told me that I shouldn’t whine to Vallia. Whine? He must be a fool if he thinks that I would be jealous of him getting a massage. I had charmed my way into many girls’ lives, and gotten many massages. I told him as much, and he told me that one woman was good enough for him. I’ll wait until I see it before I believe THAT. I was a bit struck by his words, still, and I thought immediately of Aliya. I hope she will not hate me for having a past like that.

Kay, Gruush and I all decided to check the upstairs room, just in case. We went to each room in turn, and found nothing in any of them. We came back to the common room, and Misha told me that he was kissing Vallia again. I told him to stow his talk, and be wary of another tickling. He told me that he could move again now, and didn’t want me to disturb him. I told him I would not, but only for Vallia’s sake. He asked me if I still didn’t trust him, and I told him that I just didn’t like something about him. He turned to his pompous attitude, and began to spout off about all the great things about Misha. I simply told him that I hoped he would be more sincere with Vallia. He didn’t understand, but I didn’t feel like explaining it to him. Some things are better if you learn them on your own. I decided then and there to ignore his idiocy as best I could.

Misha and Vallia came out of the room, and joined us. We decided to look for the slime that Misha and Vallia had seen earlier. The most obvious answer was “down”, so we made our way to the basement. It was still dark down there, so Vallia decided to use a light spell on Kay. Kay began to glow fairly bright, and we all set off to the basement to make best use of the magic. We made our way down, and Vallia was the first to catch a blob. She attacked, and then I blasted the thing. Misha and Gruush both joined the fray, but Kayla wisely stayed back. The blob quickly retreated, but the damage had already been done. Vallia, Misha, and Gruush were all paralyzed form the blob’s slime. I heard the rain still beating on the roof, and I told Kayla to wait here and help keep guard over the others.

I ran to the kitchen to get some pans, and then I ran outside to collect some water in them. That was easily accomplished, and I made my way downstairs. I washed off Vallia first, then Gruush, then finally Misha. I looked at Kayla, then at the others. I sighed as I realized that I was going to do all the work. I began with Vallia, who I carried up the stairs. Next I took Gruush; I could not lift him, so the best I could do was drag him up the stairs. I finally got to Misha, and carried him up as well. Needless to say, I was quite tired. Kay told me that she would cook some food for me, and I was quite grateful.

The food was a bit stale, but still done rather well. I enjoyed the meal thoroughly, but after eating, I couldn’t even keep my eyes open. I was still sitting at the table, and I imagine my head made quite a loud thud as it hit the table.

I actually had a dream that night. I dreamt at first that I was simply spinning in blackness. I had no idea what was going on, and I couldn’t control the spinning at all. The spinning finally began to subside, and stone walls slowly came into focus. I was eventually spun around to see a woman chained to one of the walls. I moved closer to see what was going on. The exact instant that I realized it was Aliya my body was completely frozen. I wasn’t cold, but I couldn’t move any muscle in my body. I strained to move just an inch, but never could. I even tried to close my eyes; to prevent myself from seeing her like this, but I couldn’t even do that. I yelled out “ALIYA!” but it never made it out of my mind. My mouth was just as debilitated as the rest of me. About that time, I began feeling pain in the side of my face. I also heard someone talking, and I woke up. The side of my face was sore from hitting the table and sleeping on that spot. I was still very tired, because the dream had not let me sleep very soundly. I laid down on the floor now, and looked up at the ceiling, and saw that it was covered with the blobs! I quickly got to my feet as Vallia rushed out. I grabbed my things and followed.

I reached my horse outside, and leapt atop him. The adrenaline was flowing through my veins, and I was not feeling the effects of my dream. Misha was ready to burn the house down, and no one had any objections. Kayla left to go rescue the horse from the stable. Everyone was surprisingly callous toward her, saying that we should leave her. I couldn’t very well leave someone alone out here. I turned my horse to chase after her. She reached the stable and found the corpse of the horse there. I reached her a few seconds later, and I yelled for her to get on. She climbed on my horse, and clung tightly to me. A wise choice. I took off at full speed away from the inn that was now fully engulfed in flame. I caught up with the group, but we didn’t stop until much later. I understood completely, and decided that I could stand the halfling for a while longer.

We traveled along for many days, and I was feeling the effects of the dream. It made me weary. I didn’t feel physically tired or mentally constrained. It ate at my soul to feel so helpless. We neared the forests of Cormanthor. An elven man appeared, gesturing to indicate peace. He began to speak with Vallia, and she became very angry. Something about the way they spoke to each other... I could tell that they were not our enemies, but Vallia didn’t like this man very much. Finally, the man signaled, and 20 elves came out of hiding in the forest. The elven speaker told us that we were welcome in his village, and something told me in my gut that we had just found my future in-laws. It occurred to me then that I would need to learn the elven language. I asked Vallia if she would explain what had been told to her. She told me what he said. As far as I could tell, he was even more proud that Misha, but HE had the muscle to back it up. This man had an evil side to him, though.

We reached the elven village, and we were not very well received. None of the elves were necessarily mean to us, but we did receive many wary stares. I looked at all the stares, and each was filled with suspicion of us. There were very few men here. Many of the people we saw were women and their children. Thamior, the elf that had met us on the trial earlier, had led us to a large dwelling in the center of the village. He quickly went to the wagon to help Vallia down. She reluctantly allowed him to do so, and I thought to myself that I would not like this man, for whatever reason. The man helped her down, and held her close. Vallia allowed to do it for a moment, then broke away, and headed to the dwelling. Thamior told the elves to care for the wagon and horses, and ignored us. I dismounted, and continued to take in all I could of the village. Misha said aloud what I was thinking. We could trust these elves, at least for now.

The rest of us entered the meeting hall, and Thamior entered to tell us that food would be brought for us shortly. We all sat at the table, and I just waited to see how things unfolded before saying anything. Vallia was speaking solely for appearances to Thamior, and Misha began acting like a mercenary, albeit a bit dumber than even I would have assumed he would. Kay actually joined in on the act, and Misha soon named me “boss.” I figured my acting could use the practice, so I picked up on it, and joined in the conversation as the boss. They began discussing the reward from our last mission. They couldn’t decide whether it was 300 gp, or 350 gp. I told them I remembered it was 350 gp. They agreed with boss, and Thamior mentioned that the elves needed some help. He told us about a creature that was attacking elven villages, and asked for our help (in a round about manner, at least). The ‘merc group’ began chatting amongst itself about cost, and I felt like we didn’t need to talk too long about it. I said that 500 would be a fair price, and no one argued with the boss. It was rather funny to be considered the boss, and I began thinking of the best way to pull of the charade. I first thought of my weapons..... a shortspear and a light crossbow? Not very merc-like. If we have to keep up this ruse for very long, I’ll need to look into at least getting an ornamental longsword (maybe I could even learn to use it....). Maybe I should grow a beard as well..... Ah, just my little thoughts. Anyway, we agreed to help, and Vallia included herself in our little group. Thamior objected, but she quickly silenced him with her look. She asked for lodging for all of us, and all the while, I kept up my act. Thamior led Vallia away to her residence, and we all sat there, continuing to act for the sake of the guards.

All the while, Vallia was telling me that I should be wary of the people here. She told me that I shouldn’t mention Aliya, and that I should be especially wary of Thamior’s brother

I did my best to keep all of the others from causing an incident, and Gruush was the most successful of them. Kay mentioned Vallia’s name, speaking about Misha and Vallia. I quickly indicated not to even mention her name. We began to feast, and Misha recounted the time he killed 4 drow all alone. I reminded him that there were 7 drow that day, and that he had a little help from me. I rather enjoyed embellishing, and Misha began to go on about the time he fought some Zhentarim. Right at that moment Vallia walked in. She looked absolutely beautiful in her gown, and I was struck speechless. I recovered quickly, and asked Vallia through the ring if that was really her. She told me “just barely.” I wanted to laugh a little. I also wanted to tell her that she looked quite beautiful. I did neither, and merely continued with the story.

Misha was surrounded by 20 or 30 zhents (he couldn’t make up his mind which), and he only had a dagger. I told him he had to be joking, since we couldn’t afford daggers back then. I imagine he would have had fun with that, but Vallia interrupted us and told me through the ring that she needed to talk to me alone. I apologized as the boss, telling her that it was just old stories. She offered her arm, which I took, and led us to our home for the night. It was quite an excellent house, and I made sure to mention aloud what an honor it was to stay with the princess. She nodded her approval (of my acting, I think.), and brought us inside. We saw the elegance inside, and I made a comment about asking for more money. Vallia was once again upset at our act, and made it clear. We stopped, and I told Misha to pick up the act if somebody popped in. Vallia told us about Thamior and Tharivol, Thamior’s brother, who were promised Aliya and Vallia. Vallia felt that Thain, the brothers’ father, was the one responsible for her father’s assassination. I felt very sad at hearing that, and Misha felt that he should make the best of the opportunity. He went to Vallia and placed a hand on her shoulder, then kissed her. It pained me to see that. I had only kissed her three times, and yet it pained me to remember kissing Aliya. I also couldn’t stand to see the opportunist doing this to Vallia. I turned my head quickly, so I wouldn’t see.

They pulled away from each other, and Vallia began to talk about our future plans. With every sentence, Vallia became more and more angry. She finally became so angry that she threw her tiara to the bed. I didn’t want to see her throw away what she was because of others. I handed it back to her, and told her she couldn’t throw away what she was. She bent the tiara in her hands, and I saw that she couldn’t accept that right now. I decided to leave her alone, and she spoke to me with the ring. She told me that she had heard me call Aliya’s name all those nights ago in the inn. I told her that I had had a nightmare. She asked me to tell her about it, so I did. She said it was a bad omen, but I tried not to think about it too much. I made it to my room, and told Vallia that I had never had someone get into my head so thoroughly. She told me it was magic. I was shocked. Magic? Why would Aliya do that to me? She assured me that it was natural magic, fueled by my heart and amplified by my magical abilities. I felt better at hearing that, and felt that I would be able to sleep better with that in mind. It did bother me a bit that maybe magic was what cause Aliya to love me, but I didn’t have long to think about it. I was quickly asleep. I awoke to “MEN!” being shouted in my head. It shocked me a little; enough to wake me. I asked Vallia if she had said anything and she told me, “If it means anything, I think she would have loved you anyway.....magic or no." I was glad to hear her say that. Vallia has relieved much of my tension all the time I have known her, and this was yet another example. I might actually sleep well tonight.

No such luck. It seemed that as soon as I had lain down, the dream began again. I was spinning again, then I stopped, and the walls came into focus. I couldn’t move still, and I tried my hardest to move. This time, the dream went on a few moments more. A man in a cloak appeared in my view. He looked over me, and then I awoke suddenly, seeing that it was not yet sunrise. I did my best to try to sleep, and I tossed and turned until I gave up, and decided to talk to Vallia. It was near sunrise, and I couldn't stand to see those horrible images again.

 

[Aust Meliamne]

Misha’s Journal #5
14th Day of the Rotting

The good life, lavish rooms, wealth beyond imagining, and a village of elitist snobbish elves all around us. Sometimes I wonder if I just live a charmed life or if I am just cursed. Much has happened since the last time I wrote in my journal. We have arrived in an elven village, and they seem to have close relations to Vallia. Which worries me greatly, especially that bastard of an elf, Tharmior, her betrothed. But I should recount from where I left off before I get ahead of myself.

We had just entered the Dales, and were approaching through marshland amidst rain and foul weather. It was for the most part thankfully uneventful. The rain was bad enough, but slowly near the end of our second ten-day on the road we approached a small inn. It was called the “Smiling Spirit”, a welcoming name I wager. If it wasn’t all boarded up and looking in some disrepair and the fact that the animals looked malnourished did not help either. Out back there were shallow graves, and inside a corpse drained of blood, I could only fathom what type of calamity overcame this place. But the kitchen was stocked with food, and apples, so there was slight gleam of hope in my eyes at least.

I had Gruush and Karanaj bury the corpse, while I went to see just how much food I could consume in the kitchen. It pays to be the leader at times. Kay I guessed joined them, not sure how much help she would be with her little arms, but I guess every bit helps. Vallia and myself went into the kitchen and we chatted while the others struggled to bury the corpse. Vallia was silent, and I suspect it was because of our last real conversation. I really did not want to get into at this point, but she seemed so sullen, I decided to relent. I am getting soft it seems. I almost got up the courage to say what needed to be said, when I heard Karanaj in my mind demanding assistance. Some strange creature was attacking him, and as usual he needed my assistance.

Vallia and myself raced outside to find Gruush, Kay, and Karanaj engaged in combat with a creature made of some kind of strange slime or goo. It was not very pleasing to the eye, not that I expected it to be either. Karanaj had unleashed a magic missile into the creature; I so loathe that spell, just as I swung my longsword into the creature. Two quick swings of my blade and it seemed to “die”, or at least lose substance. As the creature splattered apart parts of the goo sprayed me and nearly instantly I became paralyzed. Sadly this would not be the first time this happens. My body as frozen, I could still breathe and thankfully think. So I was able to communicate with Vallia, and let her know that I was well for the most part. With all things considered, I could have been worse I suppose.

Thankfully Vallia thought quickly and washed me off and then carried me back inside. This is far worse then the Darkness, at least then I had a chance to fight back. Once again Vallia, the love of my absolutely horrible life watched over me. For some reason she found it funny to tickle me while I was still paralyzed, and unable to defend myself. Well since we were there I decided that, that was as good a time to tell her how I felt. I had her read my journal, since it could say much more in words then I ever could, but I am not sure how helpful that actually was. I think it troubled her, but in the end she understood, I hope. Although Karanaj on the other hand, has become more and more of a bother, it seems. My faith in his judgement is wavering, and I am not sure where he stands with me, and nor at this moment do I care. Hopefully he will stay out of my way.

I ma not sure what I expected from doing that, but I at least she knows how I feel. And that is all that matters I believe. Life is good, I suppose though, and I have been such a fool to not open up and let her in so soon. I can only hope that I can make good by her, I would loathe to lose her like Ellyn. Despite what that bastard, Karanaj may think I will make good on this promise. I will show Vallia my love, or die trying. Course my resolved was bolstered by the shower of kisses Vallia lavished upon me. I could come to enjoy that immensely. But she also troubled me, I think she is afraid that because of her my fate is doomed. She is wrong; she has opened my eyes to my blindness, my callousness and greed. I am not sure if I can change but for her, I will try, as best as I can.

My feeling returned, thankfully. It seemed that more of those slime creatures were haunting the place, and it would not be an enjoyable night at all. If we had gone with my brilliant plan we would have left that place and burned it to the ground. But I digress, we decided to see if we could track down the rest of the creatures, then at least I could have a small modicum of victory and restoration of my pride. We returned to the common room of the accursed inn and Vallia used her divine magic to create a light spell focused on Kay. Kay making herself useful, you don’t see that every day. I lead the group down into the cellar, or basement, and scouted around the room. I noticed a barrel with a liquid pooling around it, but Kay assured me it was only wine. Of course it was then that the ooze rose up and attempted to strike at us. As I have said before I do not expect much from the halfling.

We engaged the slime creature, with Vallia striking a powerful blow with her longsword. Karanaj used his sorcerous powers and unleashed magic missiles on the creature. (Even if it is helpful I still hate that spell.) Gruush followed that with a swing from his enchanted kama, while I used the powers of my bracers to deal a series of powerful attacks. With every attack the slime flew all across the room, and I soon recognized the folly of our actions. The slime landed on Vallia and she was struck down with paralysis. Soon both Gruush and myself followed suit. Luckily, and I mean this with all sincerity, both Kay and Karanaj had enough sense to stay away from the creature and use both magic and ranged attacks to force it to flee. Once again, I was helpless. Sometimes I wonder if would not have been better off just leaving Kathkallen to his own devices. Karanaj quickly cleaned us off and then pulled us into the common room.

Vallia and myself spoke mentally, she was seeing how I felt being left paralyzed and unable to move. I enjoyed it immensely despite our current condition. I think at some point I must have drifted off, but I am sure that Vallia was the first of us three to awaken. She carried me back to my room and waited on me once more. She enjoys doing that. I cannot complain we had a chance to talk some more, and I welcomed that. She lay in the bed with me and soon my feeling returned thankfully once more. I couldn’t hold myself back, and kissed her, before she fell off to sleep. When she awoke after her four-hour revelry I nodded off to sleep. But my dreams were troubled, I dreamt of Ellyn, and the times we spent together. I felt a pang of guilt, well up inside me. Thankfully Vallia awakened me, though it seemed things had only gotten worse. I dressed quickly and returned to the main room to see the walls coated in the slime-like creatures, this was the curse that affected this place so. I smiled inwardly, and Vallia knew exactly what I planned to do. Burn the inn to the ground, and thankfully I already had the oil to get it started. I bade the others to flee and I started the fire amidst the writhing walls of slime. But before I could leave I rushed into the kitchen and grabbed an armful of apples and then fled. I just love apples. Vallia was of course less then pleased with what I risked my life for, but I was happy.

We left that accursed inn and traveled on some more until we reached the forests of Cormanthor, it seemed peaceful, although Vallia was visibly troubled. She spoke of drow; I guess a band of evil elves, from what she said. I can think of nothing less then horrid then a band of evil tree-hugging elves, but she fears them nonetheless. Selune watch over me, I can only pray we never cross paths with such creatures. We had not been in the forests long when a male elf approached our caravan. He thought of himself a leader of sorts and spoke to Vallia directly; they seemed to have a history. A rather close history and of course instantly I did not like him. The elf, Tharmior, was snobbish and very disdainful of humans and seemed to have a noble superior attitude. Vallia did not like him much either. I smiled inwardly as they spoke elven, I understood every word that pompous bastard of an elf spoke.

“I was sent here by my father. You know that the drow and the Zhentarim still threaten the elves that live in these woods. They seek to inquire of Evermeet, and my father sent me as emissary. On the journey, I found out about Aust’s death, and Aliya’s disappearance. The two of you should have stayed in Evermeet, where it was safe. Father was very unhappy you left, as were Tharivol and I.”

Yeah they were close friends; not sure how close, but Vallia assures me there was and is nothing between them. Works for me does not mean I have to like him. But if he could supply us with shelter for a night then I could get along with him. (He touches Vallia and I will gut the pompous elf prince where he stands.) Not that I am the jealous type, but a man has to look out for his woman I guess.

“Nice company you keep, princess...half-orc, some scruffy humans.... And a halfling? What would your mother say? Perhaps I should accompany you, protect you from these...men.”

Now this is when I really start to dislike him. But scruffy humans, I am not that scruffy. I have a modicum of nobility when needed, and from the looks of this fop he couldn’t protect Vallia in a bleeding nursery. I still think I should have gutted him when I had the chance, but I am turning over a new leaf. Even if it kills me, I will not act rashly without Vallia’s express permission.

Tharmior led us to his village, him and his entourage of twenty pansy elf warriors. The village was quaint, and he whisked Vallia inside a large dwelling while the rest of us decided on a course of action. I decide that we follow and that for now we break off the ruse we had been portraying. We don’t need the tree hugging elves suspecting that Vallia or myself could be involved in any way. It could damage her career as an elven princess I wager. We were lead into a large dining hall and seated, I took a seat across from Vallia. (I mean the Princess.) She talked with Tharmior about the current situation here, and it turns out that things are not well. Somehow I am not surprised by that, our little group seems to flock to danger like moths to a flame.

Tharmior and his men were the last men in the village, it seems some terror has been killing their best hunters nearby and consuming the local populace. Oh the horror, well not really, but instantly I sensed a chance to make some coin, be heroic, and score some points with the nobility all at once. I began to portray a ruse that Gruush, Kay, Karanaj, and myself were part of a mercenary troupe. Kay strangely enough caught on almost immediately; she is not as dumb as she looks. Gruush followed as well, he is good at following my leads, and the smartest damn half-orc I have ever met. I named Karanaj as our boss, despite himself; he has a strong sense character and is rather charismatic. (For being a bastard.) We were able to wring 500 gold for each of us for dealing with the threat plus elven weapons and armor. Not too bad a deal if I must say so myself. Vallia was less then impressed with my ruse, but it worked and saved her the trouble of explaining her traveling companions. She left us for awhile to do prissy elfy things I wager and we enjoyed ourselves with wine, food, and fanciful stories of our conquests.

Vallia returned, and she looked in a word magnificent. In another word, radiant. Or to quote myself, “wow.” Well not an actual quote but I was thinking that. She did not waste time with words and showed us all to our rooms, much to the consternation of Tharmior, and the elven attendants. Vallia showed me to my room, along with Karanaj and then spoke to us on some subjects I had already gleaned for myself. That Tharmior was betrothed to her and his brother Tharivol was betrothed to Aliya. Though what I did not know was that she suspected their father to have something to do with her own father’s death. Seems elven politics can be just as wicked as street politics. (Just more elegant I reckon.) This pained her and I could see and feel her thoughts, which pained me as well. I try to comfort her as best as I could with a kiss, but it was bittersweet. Karanaj I noted did not like this, I wonder if his concern for Aliya has not spilled over into feelings for Vallia. He is a bastard after all and I would not put it above him now. I will have to watch him, closely. Of course Vallia also was not happy with her crown and tossed it to the floor.

It must be noted that a royal crown must be worth something, and the thought danced across my mind fencing the priceless headdress. This troubled Karanaj even more, though I meant much of it in jest to lighten the mood. Course the temptation lingers on. Karanaj dismissed himself at that point, and I spoke with Vallia privately. I was unsure of how to console her, but looking into her green eyes, I knew I had to try. I am not sure if it was love, lust, or something combining both, but we finally consummated our relationship. It was in a word, beautiful, but now I know that our fates will be intertwined. Even now as I write this I recall our passionate tryst, and I feel for her. We love each other and yet our love could doom her. But I will not falter, my course is set and I will stay the course. For myself, and for Vallia. And for Ellyn.

-Misha “Burning Rose” Koldun

 

[Aust Meliamne]

Vallia’s Journal

14th day of The Rotting, 1372 DR

So much has happened, none of it good, that I hardly know where to begin. At the end of my last entry, I had just made a complete fool of myself, and I was very worried that I had finally scared Misha away for good…little did I know.

Just as I made my unintentional ‘revelation’, we spotted an inn down the road. The fog and rain had gotten worse, and we all felt that stopping would be in our best interests. The inn was called the ‘Smiling Spirit’, but no one was about, which seemed odd. We found some very malnourished animals, and upon entering the inn, one very dead boy. He had been drained of blood…the others seemed to think a vampire was at fault, but I was not so sure. I admit, though, at the time I was distracted with my own concerns.

After some pointless discussion, Karanaj and Gruush took the body out back to be buried, and Kay followed them. Misha headed into the kitchen, and I followed, not knowing what else to do. Misha was speaking to me mentally, asking why I was so quiet. I reminded him that he had said he wanted to think. As we talked, Misha was hunting apples; he seems to have an unnatural fondness for them. I found some, and tossed him one. As I did so, we both noticed a puddle in the kitchen. When we tried to look closer, it slithered between the floorboards and disappeared, which worried us both. We did not have much time to investigate however, as Misha started strolling out the door. When I asked where he was going, he nonchalantly said “Something just attacked Karanaj... can't stay idle..." as he went out the door. That infuriating man! I ran after him, of course. He told me as he ran that we needed to talk, he did not like this side of me. I am not really sure what he meant, but I was pleased he wished to talk.

As I exited the inn, I saw Karanaj, Gruush, and Kay fighting what appeared to be a blob of slime, undulating wildly. Disgusted, I followed as Misha waded into the fray, cutting the blob down. He managed, apparently, to get covered in slime, however, and he fell to the ground, frozen in position. I thought quickly, and decided to clean him off. Thinking better of using the well, I collected everyone’s water skins and used them to douse him. Misha communicated to me mentally that he was well, and thought he had been paralyzed. He requested to be carried into the house, and I asked Gruush to do so.

Misha took this opportunity to begin that talk he referred to, since there was little else he could do. We placed Misha in the innkeeper’s room, and I left Karanaj to change his wet clothes. As I was leaving, Misha said he thought he loved me…and then said don’t forget to clean his sword. I was very surprised, but pleased. I headed to the kitchen, Misha’s sword in hand. While I was looking for something to eat, another blob flew from the ceiling to the floor and vanished. I communicated as much to Karanaj, who came running. There was nothing left to find, however, and we were on our way to Misha’s room when we saw Kay in the common room.

Kay appeared to be on edge, peering upstairs. I thought she was just being paranoid, and continued on into Misha’s room by myself. I commenced cleaning his sword carefully, as he fretted. I have to admit, I do enjoy the predicaments he manages to get himself in. I finished cleaning the sword, and placed it near the bed, within reach. Misha thought I was leaving, and seemed a little upset, so I just sat on the bed. An evil idea came to me then, and I began grinning as Gruush came to check on us. He told us that Kay and Karanaj had found another puddle. I told him to investigate, and I would stay to guard Misha. He nodded and left, and I looked at Misha again, mischievously.

I don’t know what possessed me, but I tickled him. I think it was the first time I ever heard him laugh, or whatever you would call mental laughter. I laughed too, for the first time in a very long time. We grew serious and he asked me to find his satchel, and get a book from it. I did so, and he told me it was his journal, and that he would like for me to read it.

As I was reading, another blob fell, and I called again for Karanaj. Once again, once he arrived, the blob was gone. It was getting to be quite an annoyance. They left again, and I resumed my reading

I told Karanaj the journal was very interesting, and he replied that he had seen it. So that is what he wouldn’t tell me. I respect him for keeping Misha’s secret. Karanaj said he was happy for me, but doesn’t think Misha deserves me. Apparently, Misha’s method of pushing people away is very effective; Karanaj seems to have bought it. I will not let him do that to me.

I was not at all pleased with Misha’s journal in the beginning. I am not stuck up! And that comment about making myself useful, outside Karanaj’s bed…I could have killed him! I was intrigued by that part about elven wizards though, and was even more surprised when Misha said his name was Aust. He apparently tricked Misha the same way he tricked Karanaj. That evil and…sweet old man. He saw more of the future than he told, apparently.

At one point, Karanaj asked what I was doing, sounding a little scandalized. I said I was reading and asked why he had asked. He told me Misha had told him he was getting a massage! I was embarrassed, and proceeded to tickle Misha mercilessly. You know, I rather like it when he’s helpless.

I have to admit; I was a little hurt when I read that Karanaj got ‘the good sister’. I read on, and when I reached the part about him having ‘fallen for a princess’ I felt such…relief and happiness. He does seem to think that he is doomed, though, something I am not sure I disagree with. I love him so much I almost wish we hadn’t met, that I hadn’t put him in this danger, and I told him as much. He said he would die for me….that is the problem…I do not want him to. I don’t think I could live with that.

He told me he loves me. It’s about time…took him long enough. I told him I loved him too. I did tell him I was sorry about his friend. I cannot help but be jealous, though, that he loved someone like that before me. I began to kiss him, and apparently the paralysis was wearing off, because he actually felt it. He moved some, and stood up. I moved back to give him room to move, and he immediately wanted to know where I was going. I tried to tickle him again, but he just held my arms and kissed me. I didn’t know a kiss could be like that…such…passion. It ended all too quickly, as Misha began to pull on his armor, so he could go to help the others. I cannot deny that I was disappointed.

I checked with Karanaj, who told me they had found nothing else in the inn. I pulled on my armor as well, and headed into the common room. As we entered the others were searching for something to light the basement, apparently they had spotted another blob. I, in my brilliance, cast a light spell on Kay, and told her to lead the way. As we came down the stairs, we saw a puddle, which Kay claimed to be wine. I decided to check and swung my sword at it. It reared up, and I got in a good blow, before Misha’s slash splattered me with slime, and I fell to the floor unable to move.

Gruush and Misha fell to the slime, as well, leaving only Karanaj and Kay. They managed to chase the creature off, and Karanaj washed us off and dragged us to the common room, by himself. Misha and I took the chance to engage in some witty banter. He also shared the fact that Karanaj does not like him, something I immediately questioned Karanaj about. He was unwilling to talk. I became conscious not long afterwards; perhaps the slime is not so potent on elves…

I stood and carried Misha back to the innkeeper’s room. I was so tired; I lay down on the bed next to him. He was able to move again a short time later, and we both discarded our armor and lay back down to go to sleep. I unwound my hair, something I had never done before, which surprised Misha. It falls past my knees, but I never found it particularly beautiful. Misha, however, seemed to disagree. Misha kissed me, and I think sometime during a kiss I fell asleep, but I’m not sure. I do recall him wondering what the others would think about us…but I told him I really didn’t care. That’s not true; of course, I want Karanaj to like him. I really like Karanaj, I think he is a good person, and his opinion does matter to me, but I didn’t want to tell Misha that.

Four hours passed, and I awoke as Misha drifted off to sleep. I went to check on the others. Karanaj was asleep, and Gruush and Kay looked very tired. I tried to convince them to sleep, but Kay refused. She must be exhausted…. stubborn halfling. As I sat down, I heard Karanaj call out to Aliya in his sleep…I feel so sorry for him.

The night passed uneventfully, and when Karanaj woke up, I returned to Misha’s room and lay down again. As I looked up at the ceiling, I was horrified. It was covered with blobs! I leaned over and kissed Misha, telling him to gather his things quickly and go. About this time I heard Karanaj in my mind, and I knew he had found the same thing I had. I told them all to get out. Misha decided to burn the inn, and for once, I agreed. I headed out and got the wagon ready. Misha comes flying out of the inn carrying…apples…. the fool risked his life for some apples…

We lit the inn, just as Kay decided to go back for a horse in the stable. The horse was dead, and Kay is lucky that Karanaj decided to rescue her, pulling her up on his horse. We rode away as fast as we could.

We put the burning inn far behind us, and our journey remained uneventful for quite a few days as we passed through the mountains, and finally enter the forests of Cormanthor. I was uncomfortable, not wanting to encounter a group of drow. The rumors had really been flying lately about their occupation of the forest. Misha did not seem to know who the drow were, and does not seem to be afraid of them…. if only he knew.

Misha had his arm around me, when suddenly an elf materialized from the woods in front of us. I sat up quickly, pulling away from Misha, in shock. It couldn’t be! But it was…. Thamior. I translated what he said for Karanaj, knowing Misha could understand him. Karanaj mentioned that perhaps I should teach him elven…. not a bad idea. I bristled when he called them scruffy humans, but there was nothing I could say. I do not like Thamior, nor do I trust him. Misha realized right away that he should not give away the fact that he has feelings for me, and Karanaj realized it as well.

Misha was less than pleased with Thamior’s attitude. I worry about keeping them apart. I do not need bloodshed. It did not take long to reach the village. The mood was very somber, the few children I saw were walking along quietly, and their mothers eyed my friends with suspicion as they passed. There are few men about either, only a great deal of women. Thamior led us to the center of the village and waited in front of a large dwelling.

As the wagon stopped, he moved to the side, holding out his arms for me. I glanced quickly at Misha, hoping he would not do something foolish, and moved to the side and allowed him to help me down. He took me into his arms, and held me very close. It was all I could do not to be sick. He set me down, but would not let go until I broke away from him. He stared after me as I walked into the dwelling, something unreadable in his eyes. I do not like that look.

Looking back in my journal, it seems odd that it was exactly 43 years ago, I last saw him. The entry scares me now, even as I must have been scared back then.
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14th day of The Rotting 1329

I saw Thamior Siannodel today…I shudder even to think. I will leave this place before I marry him! Sometimes I think that mother has become weak since father died…she never was able to handle people the way that he did…these marriages! They are a farce. Aliya and I are not possessions to be bartered. Tharivol is just as distasteful. I cannot see him married to Aliya.

I know that they are sons of Thain. Mother is afraid of him, he carries much power over our people…yet, and I do not like him. There is something, perhaps a cruel streak…it runs through his sons as well. Mother seeks to cement him to her, but I think she goes about it the wrong way. He seeks domination over her, and using his sons to control her daughters is just the sort of thing he is capable of.

I know that Mother does not wish for me to leave, but I do not feel my place is here. If she pushes this marriage, I will go. I’m sorry, Mother, really I am. Maybe Aliya will stay. She was always the nicer one anyway, she has such a sense of duty, but if Tharivol hurts her………..

I do not love Thamior and I cannot get past that. I know Mother is desperate, but I cannot and will not marry him. I wish Father were here. I cannot believe he is dead. I keep expecting to turn a corner and see him…. He would never condone this marriage; he despised Thain and his family.

I saw Thamior once, picking on a younger child. He tormented the boy until he cried, and then pushed him into the water. The child could not swim, and Thamior just stood there and laughed as he flailed wildly. Luckily, one of the palace guards came along in time and pulled the boy out. I found out later that the boy had broken one of Thamior’s toys accidentally, and that he was actually his brother!

That moment stayed with me, and I cannot be comfortable around Thamior, even today. It is his eyes that make me so uncomfortable, I think, like steel, cold, dull gray. I can see the cruelty in his eyes, and it scares me.

I’m only 87 years old; I’m not ready to be married. He’s 133, why would he want to be tied down so soon. It’s all strange to me…. there’s something not right. He was so considerate today, and yet, I feel dirty when he looks at me, disgusted when he touches me. That kiss today, it was all I could do not to be sick. I feel like scrubbing myself. I will not be a whore, not even for Mother. What I would have given to be able to stick a sword through his gut. I will not let him catch me alone again.

I should warn Aliya about Tharivol, but I don’t know what to say. He makes me feel strange? She might just laugh at me. We are not as close as we once were, though that may be my fault more than hers. I know she wanted Father’s attention, and felt slighted because he paid much more attention to me. He just didn’t understand her. He was a warrior, and that was our bond. I am jealous of her, I admit that. Perhaps I relished a little too much in his attention, the one thing she didn’t have.

Since father’s death, the clerics have been acting rather strange. One follows me almost everywhere I go. I wish I knew why. Elisia even asked the other day if I had ever wondered about the outside world. She said that she had lived someplace called Amn, once, among humans. Ugh. Who would ever want to live among humans? All the ones I’ve seen are ugly, smelly, rude, mean, loud, and disgusting…much like Thamior. But perhaps Amn would be better than staying here……….
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We entered the room and sat down, Thamior leaving briefly to have food brought. He revealed the fact that I was a Princess to everyone, Kay in particular seemed shocked. He also mentioned hiring my friends to investigate the disappearance of some elves. I cannot trust him. It seems to me to be a very clever way of getting them killed. I immediately said I would accompany them, which caused him no small concern. The others picked up on what he thought of them, and began pretending to be a mercenary band. I have to admit they did it well. They began telling stories to raise the price, and almost made me laugh out loud. But Thamior will believe it, he is a fool, and underestimates humans in his prejudice.

Misha told me mentally he would like armor and weapons, and a kiss for luck. I warned him that should he voice such thoughts, Thamior would cut him down. He wanted to know why, and I was vague, not wanting to explain then and there. Misha was not pleased, and said that if Thamior touched me, he would kill him. These are complications I do not need.

Thamior called some serving girls, apparently disgusted with the way I appeared, and bade them help me into something more suitable, which turned out to be a royal dress…can’t move in these damn things. They unwound my hair and brushed it, and applied all sorts of things to my face. I sighed, but endured it all. When I returned, I’m not sure the others even recognized me. Karanaj asked if it was I under there, and I told him ‘just barely’. We spoke some about Aliya…. I told him I’d been hearing him call her name in his dreams. He told me of his dream, where Aliya is chained to a wall, and he cannot move. I do not like that, it seems too vivid to discount as a mere dream… I told the others I would show them to our lodging, which pleased Thamior not at all, to my pleasure. We left, my arm entwined with Karanaj, who was taking the role of Captain.

Thamior did provide a fine house, I will give him that. Each of us has our own room, though I thought he would explode when I insisted the humans be housed with me. I do so enjoy irritating him. Kay and Gruush headed off to their rooms, while I motioned Misha and Karanaj into Misha’s room. I warned Karanaj to stay away from Thamior’s brother, who was apparently also in the village. He is worse than his brother…he is in love with Aliya. Thamior merely seeks to use me.

I told them "Thamior and Tharivol Siannodel are sons of a very influential family, they have been promised to me and Aliya since a very young age. Their father commands almost as much power and respect as the queen, and the unions were meant to consolidate the power. Aliya and I were less than pleased..the brothers seem very hard, sometimes cruel. I am not all too sure that their father Thain is not the way that assassins found their way into our palace 43 years ago.”

I pulled the circlet off my head as I talked, twisting it in my hands unconsciously. Misha seemed to sense my unhappiness and placed a hand on my shoulder. He tried to convince me not to accompany them into the woods, but I will not let them go alone. I do not trust Thamior not to ambush them. Misha assured me that if Thamior were behind this, we would kill him. He’s wrong. I will kill Thamior…it is my place. I said as much to Misha, who just kissed me. I think it made Karanaj a little uncomfortable. I wish I knew why he dislikes Misha so. I love them both, in different ways; I do not wish to choose between them.

I tossed my circlet in frustration, which seemed to bother Karanaj. He thinks I am denying who I am. Perhaps he’s right. Misha tried to lighten the mood, talking about selling the circlet. He does know how to make me laugh, even when I’m not sure if he’s serious or not. Karanaj looked very tired, so I sent him to bed. Misha and I continued to talk, and kiss. He said he could get used to that…. I could too. He said that he loved me, carried me in his heart. I had never felt such joy. I tried to give him the circlet, but he would not take it. He told me to leave before he did something, but did not finish his sentence. I moved closer and he warned me not to tempt him. I asked him if I would do that, and he said ‘No, of course not.’ as he threw me on the bed and I laughed.

I had never told him, but I had never…. been with a man before, nor had Aliya. It was…not what I expected, but it was wonderful. Misha commented that we should have done that long ago and I told him that back in the inn in Amn I had offered to make him a man. He was surprised and claimed he thought I had been joking. He said he had been such a fool…and I just laughed. He said he would try to be a better person…he really doesn’t think much of himself. He is a far better person than he appears; it’s just buried deep inside. I told him about it being my first time, and he did not answer as I expected.

I understand that Misha is not the most…. tactful…. but what he said hurt a lot more than I thought anything could. He leaned back and said, "It was pretty good being with an elf. Human... half-elf... elf... yep covered all the territory I wanted to cover. Just a little mental musing... you were great wildcat..." I could not believe my ears, and I thanked him very coldly, as I rose, dressed quickly and left. I did not want him to see me cry.

 

[Aust Meliamne]

OK, just a little background, by popular request, this is a journal from Talindra, or Aliya, dated at the same time as Karanaj's first Journal entry.
2nd day of the Fading, 1372 DR

I met a man yesterday…that doesn’t really sound grand enough for what really happened. I was in the street, and then, suddenly, there he was. I saw him bend down and speak kindly to a street urchin, even thought the urchin had tried to steal from him. When a second urchin attempted to help the first relieve the man of his coin purse, he did not even give chase. Something about him intrigued me, and I made my way over to him.

I spoke to him under the pretense of making sure he was all right from his encounter with the street urchins, though in truth, I knew he was fine. I introduced myself as Talindra, which is the name I use here. Grandfather does feel better thinking I am hidden. I know it frustrates him so that Vallia stays in plain sight.

I realized soon after we began to talk, that this was the man Grandfather had sent me for, the hero named Karanaj. I did as Grandfather asked, and took Karanaj to him. We had a pleasant talk, at the end of which Grandfather gave Karanaj a Ring of Protection, upon receiving from him a promise to always help an elven girl in need. I was not happy with this manipulation; Grandfather always knows more than he lets on, but I let it go. I was beginning to like this man too much for my own good.

Grandfather began not feeling well (small wonder at 900) and I assisted him to his room. I returned and asked if Karanaj needed to provision for his journey, and he stated that he needed to visit the alchemist. Seeking a way to spend more time with him, I said that I could get him a better deal on goods, which was not altogether false, by any means, but certainly not my prime concern.

He bought several things at the Alchemist’s shop, and I was disappointed when we had to leave. We stepped outside, and he asked if he could buy me dinner. Of course, I said yes. I do not know what strange magic he has over me, but I cannot resist him. I could get lost in his smile….

We arrived at the restaurant, and I ordered something for his cat, assuming her to be his familiar. I wanted her to like me. He surprised me by ordering elven wine, something that I have a great fondness for. I did insist at the end of the meal that he allow me to pay. After all, I have no need of money, and he is leaving tomorrow. Of course, I could not tell him I was wealthy. Besides Grandfather’s ruse, what man wouldn’t be intimidated by an elven princess?

We left the restaurant, and he began to walk in a direction opposite his inn. I was not sure how much time we had, or what eyes were watching, so I asked him to take me to his room. I could see in his eyes how much he wanted to, and how much he didn’t. It was at that moment I knew I loved him.

We reached his room, and as we entered, I checked the door and window for anyone listening. Grandfather’s paranoia must be rubbing off on me. I pulled one of the rings Grandfather had given me out of my pocket, and before I realized what I was doing, I had handed it to him. Grandfather always said I would know who to give it to, when I asked, and so he was right, that meddling, sweet old man.

I told him to show the ring to my sister, Vallia, once he reached Amn. She needs protection in this foolish quest of hers, and I trust this man, even with my life. I think I injured his pride in letting him think I had brought him here for another purpose, and in that moment, I realized that I had. I loved this man! I immediately communicated as much to Vallia, who was as shocked as I.

She immediately asked if he was my ma’sheira. I was stunned. Of course! That would explain it. I looked at him, standing there, and I knew I would be his forever. I offered him what he had thought I was offering before. I had never been with another man, but that did not matter. He refused my offer. I was hurt, and a little angry, but I understood, and in a way, I think it made me love him more. He offered me the bed, but I refused. The floor was sufficient, and he had a long day’s travel ahead of him. He acquiesced, and I quickly stripped off my clothes and lay down.

My sleep was fitful and troubled, and I was not happy about letting him leave. I felt as though I might not ever see him again, and I almost woke him to tell him how I felt, but I did not. When I awoke the next morning, he was staring at me. He did not want to leave, it was plain to see, and I did not wish him to go. But we all must do what we must do, and so I stood and dressed. We had a nice breakfast, and I walked with him to meet his new employer.

I turned to him, and I wanted to say so much, but I could not. Circumstances made loving him impossible, but I did anyway. I gave him a long kiss, and tried through that to let him know how much I loved him. I turned away quickly, so he would not see the tears in my eyes. I twisted the ring on my finger, and heard his thoughts. I replied to him, and felt his surprise. At least I will always have that. Grandfather’s gift is very precious, indeed.

The hardest thing I have ever done was walk away from him this morning. If I do not see him again, I will regret for the rest of my life not telling him how I feel. Grandfather assures me I will see him again, and that gives me some measure of comfort. Until then, I will dream of him every night, and call out his name…Karanaj…

Aliya Woodshadow