Journals of the Five: A Forgotten Realms Tale

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17th Day of Uktar

Karanaj’s Journal

I left the throne room, feeling very sad that I was unable to help Vallia. Before I had time to dwell on it, Gruush and Kay appeared. I was happy to see them alive and well, though I didn’’t tell them so as I filled them in on our current situation. We were still discussing it when we saw an elf running toward Vallia’’s house. We didn’t know what to think, but expected the worst and followed.

We arrived just as the elf did, and asked him what was wrong. He ignored us and demanded admittance. Finally, Vallia yelled from inside to the guard to let him pass. We all entered with him and found Misha and Vallia standing there, just as perplexed as we were.

The scout told Vallia that he had found traces of a fellow scout, who had disappeared the day before. He thought that if we followed the trail, we would most likely find what is stalking the elven village. Vallia was very determined to find this menace, and told the scout to lead us to the tracks, before she noticed the arrow protruding from his shoulder and called for a healer. As the scout was being taken away, Vallia realized that she hadn’t yet learned the location of the trail, and caught the scout by the arm. He related the directions, and as we began to step out of the building, Thamior arrived. He had somehow learned of what we were about to do.

He argued with Vallia about leaving, but we easily got around him. He said that he would postpone the wedding for a day while we went to investigate and gave Misha an evil glare as he left. We headed to the outskirts of the village, preparing for battle –– drawing our weapons and watching for any signs of danger. I, myself, had very little to prepare. I watched around out of habit, but I knew that Jynx would notice things better than I.

Vallia and I heard something in the brush, and we both moved to investigate, but she moved faster and reached the clearing before us all. She yelled out ““STOP!”” and we all complied, stopping in place. We waited for a few moments until Misha finally inched forward once again. We came into the clearing to find Vallia holding a small kobold at sword-point. She looked up and asked us why we took so long. It quickly became clear that she had apparently been yelling for the kobold to stop, rather than us. We stood there for just a moment until we heard someone speak an elvish phrase. Kay moved to investigate, as Vallia ordered everyone to stop moving. Kay continued on, but the rest of us complied. Kay went into the brush to find the source of the voice, and Misha told Gruush to see to her. Vallia murmured to herself, “Kobolds.....” as Kay’s body flew out of the brush to lay at our feet, and we saw from her wounds that she was dead already. A small group of kobolds came out of the woods, ringing the small clearing, surrounding us. Two drow emerged from the brush out of which Kay's body had flown.

We battled furiously, and left the battle victorious. It took some doing, but we eventually felled all of the kobolds, the two drow, and a drider that one of the drow had fetched as reinforcements. Misha wanted to leave immediately, but Vallia insisted we prepare for the journey first. She healed us all, and handed out equipment. I took some armor and a longsword. If we must continue acting as the mercenary group, I will at least look the part. If not, then I will have rather than magic. The armor didn’t hang well on me, and the sword felt awkward in my hands. I could tell it would take some getting used to.

We traveled on until I saw a group of humanoids lining the sides of the road around us. Before I realized what was happening, I was asleep. I awoke sometime later, bound between Misha and Vallia. The four of us were chained in a line, shackled to the next by our legs, and each of us had our hands bound behind our backs. We were dragged along by our captors, though Misha didn’t feel like co-operating. He was beaten by some of the bugbears that held us captive, and set back on his feet to march on. We were disheartened to notice several goblins leaving the group, carrying all that we owned. We marched for a little while, until our entire party of captors was ambushed. We all dove for the ground, but Vallia urged us to run. We ran off and reached a crevasse, which we decided to try to jump... it was our only chance. But Misha leapt too quickly for me, and caught me off guard.

I began to fall down the cliff, pulling Misha and Vallia with me. Thankfully, Gruush locked his knees and kept us all from falling. After Gruush pulled us to safety, we continued and reached a forest, as a glance back told us that a bugbear was chasing us. Gruush managed to escape his chains and went to face the bugbear. Vallia and Misha loosed themselves from their chains as well, and removed my ropes. I helped from afar, blasting away at the bugbear. It fell, and Misha and Vallia quickly armed themselves with clubs and took out the goblins that had joined the fray. I used my magic to strengthen us all and we continued into the woods, trying to find the goblins that had taken our equipment.

We happened upon the goblin band and I used my magic to put them all to sleep. Misha killed every one of the goblins, save the one he told me to tie up. I did so, and left the goblin where he was, tied up on the ground. I went to the wagon that had all of our equipment in it, and re-equipped myself. Even though the armor sat awkwardly on me, it felt good to wear once again. Vallia and Gruush took the goblin, Meepo, out into the forest. They wanted to question him without Misha’s interference, and since Misha and I cannot see well, we were stuck near the campfire.

Misha was upset over Kay. We had searched everywhere, but had not found her body after being captured. It was nice to see Misha showing emotion, at least. I did feel for him. I could tell that he and Kay had had a bond from the start. He truly missed her. I tried to comfort him as well as I could, but he did not feel like being comforted. I told him that I understood what he was feeling. He didn’t seem to believe me, and I told him that I had felt what he was feeling ever since Aliya. We waited there near the fire until Vallia and Gruush returned. When they did, we unhooked all of the horses and set off. We arrived at the elven village and were greeted by the scout from earlier that day.

Vallia told the scout to take us to the queen. He quickly led us to the palace, and Vallia grabbed a nearby attendant, telling him to wake the queen. He ran off, and the queen arrived soon after, glad to see that Vallia had arrived home safely. Misha left quickly, going to face something horrible, as we would soon find out.

Vallia, however, did her best to ignore him and continued speaking with the queen. She showed her mother the head of the drow that we had taken, and told me to show the head of the drider, which I did. Vallia and the queen spoke for a short time, as Vallia told her about what all we had encountered, and to be quite honest, I was surprised to hear a list of everything we had fought that day. The meeting ended badly... the Queen told Vallia to go and prepare to be wed the following day. We left the throne room, and gathered in the outer chamber.

I exited, finding the scout, who gave his name as Nym, speaking with Vallia. She thought of him as trustworthy, and told him to stay close. My armor was clanking with every movement, and it began to wear on my patience. Nym, however, aided me; he fiddled with the armor quickly and it sat on my body more comfortably than before.

There was no sign of Misha anywhere, and Vallia asked me to see if I could find out where he was. Apparently he wasn’t too happy with Vallia right now. I called to him with the ring, and he said to me, “I can handle this... He dies tonight!” I knew then and there that he meant Thamior. I told Vallia what he said, and she realized the same thing. She broke into a run, and I followed her, Nym and Gruush in tow. We ran through the village, until we saw signs of battle on one of the rooftops. We climbed quickly, and saw Thamior standing over Misha’s smoking body. Vallia flew into a rage, slashing at Thamior immediately, ignoring his cries of innocence. We all knew better than that.

Vallia was the only one successful in striking Thamior, as I attacked clumsily, and Gruush barely missed with his blows. Vallia cried at us to leave, but I had no intention of doing so. Gruush and I stayed with Vallia until Thamior fell. I grabbed hold of her, and her sword fell from her hands... she was clearly in shock. Her eyes were locked on Misha. She yelled for us to leave, and I complied, feeling a little hurt, but understanding what she was facing... I feared this every day. I feared that Aliya would be dead so many times, that I know all too well how she felt. I went with Gruush, and thought to myself that I had to be strong... I had to keep pushing onward. Misha had been the one to push before, but now the responsibility lay on my shoulders. I went to check on Thamior’ s body as I heard Vallia ’s scream echo from the rooftops.
 

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Misha’s Journal #10

9th day of the Drawing Down

Happiness is like a butterfly; it is beautiful until caught, and then it withers away, only to be replaced by other pretty butterflies. Or so I thought; it is nothing of the sort. Happiness is indescribable at times; I know that now, I am actually happy for once in my life, for I have much to be thankful for.

The days after Aliya’s rescue were peaceful, the Zhentarim no doubt still trying to assess the damage that had been done to their citadel. I had wanted to push onward, but I allowed Aliya and Karanaj time to catch up on old times, so to speak. Speaking of Aliya, I think she will be a pleasant addition to the party; she has a tongue and a skill of wit that nearly matches my own. I am not sure if that is such a good thing, but I find it interesting, at least. But anything that keeps Karanaj from annoying me, I say is a good thing. I did not see much of either during those few days, not that I expected to. I busied myself with mastering my sword arts and keeping Vallia company; she thinks I have become much too serious in the days following my death and rebirth. In hindsight I have to agree, it seems there has been an ironic juxtaposition in our roles. I have become the serious one, while she has learned the merits of mirth and wit. I like her this way, though I do miss the Vallia that kicked me back in Athkatla, but things change, perhaps.

Thankfully the reunion between Karanaj and Aliya had concluded and we were finally ready to travel, first to make a brief sojourn with the Queen, and then on to Athkatla. The plan was to simply to have Aliya see her mother and then engage the queen with a simple discussion of succession. Our stay in the elven village was much more eventful then I could have hoped, a pleasant surprise indeed. One that I am still trying to get adjusted to; needless to say, my situation has become complicated.

That was a pleasant morning; I recall a passionate kiss with my love, only to be intruded upon by Aliya, with an all too coy smile. Vallia was embarrassed; I am not sure why, but she was. I will never understand that woman; she is an enigma. She was rather quick with her words and made me out to be a “rogue”. (The nerve…I am, or at least I was, a merc, not some churl of a rogue.)

I let the words pass as Aliya went outside and mounted her horse, the rest of us following suit. I did not like her brash attitude. Indeed, I had not a chance to think before her and Vallia were engaged in a race, with Nym chasing after them calling out for the “princesses” to desist. I swear; he has not a bit of common sense to use an ounce of subtlety. I charged headlong after them, only to have them slow up to allow the rest of us a time to catch up to them. Aliya had already begun to try my patience, thankfully, my patience has become much longer than it used to be. The journey to the elven village to meet with the Queen was short and dull, but at least we had a break from the seemingly unending onslaught of chaos and action I was getting rather accustomed to. Being an adventurer is not that bad after all, though never will anyone get me to admit that I am an “adventurer”.

We arrived at the village of the elves and were able to find the company of the Queen rather easily, though with two princesses in your escort, guards tend to part ways rather quickly. The Queen was pleased to see me as always, meaning she had her usual glare of disgust and loathing upon her countenance at my presence. But she lost her composure at the sight of Aliya; I was shocked at the pleasant show of emotion she showered upon Aliya. Vallia turned her face, stung by the overt show of favoritism between the two sisters. Both Karanaj and Aliya were favored, while Vallia and myself are pushed away. I did not let it move me; I had more pressing concerns then petty familial quarrels.

After the reunion had passed and the Queen regained her composure, I pressed on with my own agenda. The Queen was less than pleased to see me, but I have grown used to such overt rejection to my presence. I am Misha Koldun, I bow to no one, I give respect only when I feel it has been earned, not that I don’t respect the Queen. I just will not bow to her whims. I approached the Queen with the matters of succession, to which she was surprisingly receptive. I then followed with my proposal, that I should marry Vallia, to give the elves an heir, so that way she would not have to marry off Aliya as well, to Tharivol. Plus there was an inkling of this thing men call love; just an inkling, mind you.

Surprisingly the Queen agreed, and more than that, she said she liked me. I was shocked to the core, that the Queen was impressed by me. I have to say, I do enjoy earning her respect, and it took long enough… but I digress. The Queen, or mother as I call her now, told us of a civil war brewing between herself and the supporters of Thain. I was incensed that someone would dare attack my mother, and I vowed on the spot to support her cause. All she had to do was call for me, and I would come. She was pleased with my words, and my manner. She also entrusted to me the care of both Vallia and Aliya, though I am sure I will not be alone in that task.

Much to my surprise Karanaj and Aliya wanted to be wed as well. Thankfully the Queen agreed and the date was settled for the evening. Elves, for such creatures of longevity, they tend to be in such a rush. I did not complain, and was whisked away to a pleasant bath to get prepared for the night’s events. I appointed Gruush to be my best man and had a serving girl by the name of Alannah carry wedding gifts for Vallia. Alannah was shocked at first but settled into her role rather quickly. Although there was one more item I wanted to complete before I was to be married, and that was to deliver my gift of 1000 gold to the local temple of Corellon Larethian, to show my devotion. I smiled gently to Alannah and departed; I left the details of my attire in her hands.

I made my way quickly to the temple and found it for the most part empty, besides an elderly elven priest who was slightly deaf…or maybe just had hearing that was rather selective. Though after I did get his attention he related some very interesting bits of information that I must say continue to haunt me even now. He knew of me, and that at first troubled me, for he said I was touched by “Corellon…” This man could see things, or at least he knew of things few should know. He humbly explained to me the “Pattern of Life” and how my thread interacted with that pattern, or I should say the thread I share with Vallia, for after the events of my rebirth both Vallia and myself share the same path, the same thread, at least as far as I could glean from this elderly priest. He spoke of how my thread and Vallia’s had changed course and then spliced into one, an odd occurrence according to him.

But the Pattern has become a tangled mess of late; something is causing many knots, deaths, and it threatens to snip the center of the Pattern, reducing it to nothingness. But he said that there were threads supporting the Pattern, my companions and myself. I was stunned, for I am not one to believe in fate or destiny, but we are involved in something greater then ourselves. What will come of this, I do not know, though he did mention to me that I am Corellon’s champion; I am pleased, for I now strive to be such. Maybe one day I can be the hero I always dreamed to be in my youth, despite myself. I could not glean much more, for the priest bade me to go and prepare for my wedding; but he made me promise to never reveal what he told me.

I returned the manse rather quickly, for I was running late. I dressed quickly as well and barely made it out the door to meet Karanaj and the wedding party. We walked out to see the whole of the village gathered, the Queen waiting by the elderly priest. Gruush fell into step behind us and as we approached the newly constructed dais, a hush fell over the crowd. We took our places, and as if on cue both Aliya and Vallia approached. They both looked simply amazing, heavenly even, though Vallia more so. Take my words with a grain of salt, for I fear I may be slightly biased. I was pleased to have her at my side, as the ceremony continued I nearly forgot where I was, and nearly missed my vows. Thankfully I recovered smoothly and had Alannah present my gifts, a silver necklace for Vallia and a ring for Aliya. Vallia in turn presented me with jewel-encrusted scabbard, fit for a king, or in my case, a prince.

I do not remember much else of the night, as the ceremony ended, though I do remember a sharp pain of happiness when Vallia became officially my wife. I lingered with her, dancing, eating and drinking, before saying my gratitude to mother and then retiring for an enchanting evening, from which I am still recovering from as I write this. I watch her now sleeping blissfully, and I see that our path is hard but manageable. As long as we stay at each other’s side, we have nothing to fear. For as the priest told me, we must live, for life is more precious than anything in this world. We leave early, a few scant hours from now, for Athkatla to meet with the Shadow Thieves, and the ghosts of my past, but I fear them less. As I said before, I return to Amn often, though usually in worse company. That, I guess, does not hold true, for my company is pleasant indeed. Vallia Koldun has a pleasant ring to it. In time she will be my Queen, for I will be King; the elves deserve a just king… I will keep them free of the machinations of Thain and his progeny. A war is coming, and I fear I will be caught up in the tide, but I will fight against it, and bring peace back to the nation of elves…

-Misha “Burning Rose” Koldun
 

Picture by ME of Misha and Vallia...

Just decided to share this piece of artwork I made... of Misha and Vallia... working on others...
 

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Re: Journal of the five

Kael of the Blackrose said:
Cool! That was nice.

Thanks, I have good word that Vallia might even get caught up today... I sure hope so... it seems my contemporaries are falling behind... guess I need that whip Talindra is oh so fond of...

Karanaj who knows... we have tried... but maybe he broke under the pressure of fame and fan whorship... or maybe he is just a wuss...
 

Re: Re: Journal of the five

Tokiwong said:

Karanaj who knows... we have tried... but maybe he broke under the pressure of fame and fan whorship... or maybe he is just a wuss...

I'm going with wuss. Hmmmmm.....perhaps I'll start a poll....

1. did Karanaj crack under the pressure of fame
2. or perhaps the pressure of fan worship
3. or is he just a wuss

Aust
 


Thanx

I am glad you are still with us Kael... my comrades have been slow with the updates... oh well... hopefully we get back on track...
 

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