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Journal Entry Number Nineteen

That woman amuses me, and she shows such hostility towards me; although, unlike the others, she is steadfast and focused, quite hard to play with so I’ll avoid her for now. She was with another companion, almost knifed me though, and I only wanted to play; I say hello and they both wield their weapons, uncivilized brutes. She is of no concern for now, although she is an imminent threat, she poses only as a minor annoyance, and besides, she cannot touch me so long as I stick to what Fehriel said.

Leaving the two brutes, I stumbled upon Fehriel and his new companion in the Kobold camp near Port Hempstead. Upon leaving the camp, we saw a majestic sight, a person wielding a Trident and had the features of an Elf, and to our amazement, we beheld a Sea Elf. His name was Tiall’alu, a cleric of Shindaleria. He didn’t speak common that well so we resorted to speak in Elvish. We proceeded to show him around, and unfortunately, Fehriel’s other companion disappeared. While conversing, we tried to learn more about him and why he left the sea, to my shock, he knew what I was and where I came from. I questioned him and he claimed that someone told him about me; who his informant was, I never found out. He was really calm regarding the matter while I was in an outrage. He interests me so, and with proper training, he could be a fine investment.

I sought a reprieve from the world through the card emporium in Leringard; I’ve become fond of Demon Cards lately, and playing it only enriches my knowledge over strategies and tactics. But still, firsthand experience always outweighs that which you could learn from a game. I was not alone when I entered the card emporium; there were two males inside, one wore an ominous mask dressed in black and red, while the other was dressed in garbs of yellow and white, probably a servant of Rofirein, but I may be mistaken. He challenged me to a game and after three games, I was victorious, the Rofireinite was a formidable opponent, almost having the same cards that I had.

Eventually I grew tired of playing games, and I boarded the next boat to Fort Vehl to resupply in the arena. Someone was training with the combat dummies and I just minded my own business; the man looked familiar, and it was Idoran. I sought to see his potential seeing as how he was supposed to meet someone for training purposes, I decided to stay a while and observe. Idoran and I sparred while waiting for his companion; it’s always unfair if a mage is to duel a fighter, unfair for the fighter that is, seeing as how a mage can summon a substantial amount of creatures and amplify their lethality significantly. I managed to defeat Idoran three times in a row before his companion arrived. It was the man who wore the ominous mask in the card emporium, they immediately began their lessons, and he was very skilled in swordplay as well as wielding the Al’Noth. I didn’t learn much but I had an enjoyable time, Idoran’s companion interested me, somehow he exudes an aura of power and respect.

Parting ways, I embarked on my trek to Fort Wayfare to heed the call of Folly once more. Farmer Syton was in need of our special skills again, and this time he’s offering a cow as a reward, as much as the reward is beyond comprehension, I answered his call out of curiosity. I was already acquainted with most of the people that came along; namely, Gladyus, Leisa, Maran, and Yvale. All except for a Halfling who arrived late and he insisted that he be called Dogboy so I eagerly indulged him. At the break of dawn we made our journey towards Folly, and upon arriving we met with Farmer Syton, who was at the height of his success. He wanted us to retrieve the mirror that trapped our fat companion so that he may prove to the townsfolk that his son has found something that may be significant to the town, and in exchange, we get a cow. Not wasting any more time, we made our way to the caverns and then to the mirror. Most of the time was spent into examining the mirror without touching it as well as bickering amongst ourselves. The mirror was missing a few devices that were to be placed on the sides for it to function. I offered my cloak so that it can be used to cover the mirror, that way our gaze won’t lead us astray, but unfortunately, the cloak was sucked in as it touched the surface. Leaving the mirror alone, we set off to scour the cavern for the missing devices, and after hours of searching, our efforts yielded nothing. Going back to the mirror, Gladyus examined it, and found four details below the mirror, each depicting a god and required amulets of a certain size and age; the four gods were represented by a clover, a dagger, a compass, and a wolf’s head. The clover represented Deliar, the compass for Rofirein, the wolf’s head for Folian, and we presumed that the dagger represented Corath, but Leisa thought otherwise. Concluding that the amulets would be somewhere on the surface, we took the path that required passing through the shrine of Beryl, where we found the child’s body. Maran was throwing a fit and accused Gladyus of desecrating the shrine. He claimed that Gladyus poured some sort of poison on the shrine and that it would anger the gods. Leisa examined the statue and concluded that the liquid was benign and was coming out from the cracks of the shrine. Thinking that it would contain the devices, Gladyus and I wanted to break the shrine to see if our assumptions were correct. Instead of invoking Maran’s anger, Leisa examined it once more, and it was not hollow nor did it contain anything. Maran took our reactions quite seriously and was very disgruntled; frankly, he was very disgruntled the whole trip. Reaching the surface, we set off to look for these amulets, and yet again, our search was in vain. Instead, we set off to go back to Fort Wayfare until we can gain more knowledge regarding the town of question.