Letters from an Errant

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Dear Old Friend,
These have been some of the strangest few days that I can remember, full of highs and lows. I’ve been working on making some healing potions, as most of the gold I collect these days goes on replacing them, so I was in Hlint once again. By accident, I came across Ireth and Abigail sat on the benches – talking about our recent travels together.
I was astonished to find that Abigail was now referring to me as “Her Hero”. At first I though she was teasing me again, but it soon became clear that she was, to some degree, serious. It would seem that the fact I fell defending her made an impression, that a few other minor incidents. No woman has ever called me Hero before and meant it, and I find myself wishing to  remain worthy of her good opinion, which is becoming strangely important to me now.
Barion, one of the friends I’ve made here, and I had been having a discussion about the Celestial Visitation I’d had in Rilara whenrather distressed Elf arrived. We were offering assistance, when several Mistonian guard arrived, and began to report to him. They recounted that two high commanders had been assassinated. To make matters worse, Bloods forces had been spotted advancing on Mistone!  Asthey seemed to be bound for Velensk, or Hampshire we were requested to gather as many people as we could to assist in the defence.
Of course, people soon rallied around, and a group was quickly assembled. I was ill prepared for battle, and separated to collect bandages and other first aid supplies. I confess, with so many people shouting about the upcoming battle, my first thought was for the masses of wounded that could be expected, and what would be the fate of any civilians caught in the attack?
Suitably prepared, I returned to central Hlint, to discover that the throng had already left – I was forced to begin the journey alone.
The journey went well enough, until the Accursed Broken Forest. Perhaps I was distracted by thoughts of what was to come, but it was not until they were upon me that I noticed the three shadows that had moved to intercept my progress. I fought hard, but I swear these were not the usual vermin that infest these woods. I freed one soul to return to the great cycle, but the remaining two seemed to ignore my sword thrusts. I called upon Aeridin’s power to dispatch them, to no avail. I regret to say that I was quickly overcome.
Once again, however, I escaped the SoulMother, and found myself in the Temple at Rangers Vale. Weakened, sore and weary, I collected myself and once again began the journey to Velensk.
Twice more I travelled into the Broken Forest.Twice more the fell creatures cut me down before I could escape to the lands beyond.
I have a faint memory of finally coming back to the Temple with barely the strength to move; its green beauty swimming around me as I crawled from the Bindstone and slipped into unconciousness.
When I finally awoke, I knew from the stars that several days had passed. The Priest told me the battle was long over, and so I began the long slow walk back to the house in Fort Llast.

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Journal entry:[/i]
Little of this day needs to be written down, for it shall live in my memory until the end of my days I am sure, however...
I had been talking with Ireth back at the house in Fort Llast. She had been telling me of Kai’s advances towards her, and her unhappiness with Brit. She was fast coming to the conclusion that her marriage was over in every real sense. Brit was away for days at a time, and when he was there he was either distant and unfeeling, or controlling and angry. Kai’s overtures of love had awoken in her a realisation of what she believed she was missing. I gave her what consolation and advice I could. Breaking her oaths to Brit troubled her greatly, as well it might, but that had to be balanced with the knowledge that living a lie would help no-one. In the end, she was the only one who could choose. At one time, such a talk would have hurt me deeply – knowing that the chance of happiness with Ireth was one I could never have, but that Brit had seemingly wasted. This time however, it did not. I was concerned for her,of course, but my emotions towards her seem finally to be under control, thank Aeridin.
The talk was drawing to a close when Ireth grimaced in apparent pain. “We need to get to Hlint, to the Temple” she said. Something about her manner denied questions, and we set out at once. I still suffering a little from the incidents in the Broken Forest, and so was no tthe quickest walker, but Ireth seemed content to take her time. I fear I have concentrated too much on battlefield medicine of late, or my Healers training would have warned me what was afoot. Ireth was in labour, as she confessed as we travelled the road. It was much too soon, but it was happening.
As we passed into the Goblin Wastelands that lie to the westof Hlint, we came upon two travellers by the roadside. I recognised one as a Toranite Paladin I had met before, Justin. I instructed him to run to Hlint and fetch a priest. Normally I would never have spoken to him so,  but something of the old command training must have shown in my voice and he snapped to attention and obeyed without question!
We had made a little headway when we were joined by Annun,Ireth friend. As we paused for Ireth to catch her breath, there was a green flash of light – and Ireth was gone. A moment of panic ensued, but as my last act had been to bless her and the child I was confident that no ill had befallen them.All we could do was continue to Hlint, where she had wished to go, and hope that she, or help, would be found there.
 
We moved as fast as we could, and I was much relieved to find Ireth at the temple. I was astonished that Ozymadias, Ranewin, and Maurelle were also there. It seemed that Maurelle was acting as midwife. The full details of the birth need not be written here, indeed much are a blur to me now. I remember praying as fervently as I had ever prayed before. I remember Ozy spouting forth a wealth of information on mortality rates and the such. I also remember telling him, in no uncertain terms, to shut up – to my surprise he did, and seemed pleased that I had spoken so! After a surprisingly normal birth, if you do not count the audience, Ireth was delivered of a fine daughter – albeit a bewinged one!
For some reason, they chose this moment to reveal to Ireth that Brit was not the Father, but that the child was the daughter of Tikvah’ulla - Avatar of Celestia. Barely had that explanation passed, when the other Avatars appeared, as if to pay homage. This caused no small consternation, as one had an appearance not dissimilar to a Balor demon! Again,my training saved me from a foolish blunder – as she was far from hostile.
The field was a mess of Chaos, everyone talking at once,arguments, proclamations, most people seeming to have decided what Ireth must do next – mainly give the child up!…..Annun left in apparent disgust. As Jacchri began to explain thing to Ireth, she sent me to fetch Annun back, so I missed most of the discussion. What I caught upon my return with Annun was centred on bathing the child in Lake Tarn, and of a Golden Paladin who would be assigned to protect her. Shortly it was decided that the conversation would be better conducted in the privacy of our home and, as Ireth was now strong enough, Angela, Annun, Sy, Rane and Mith came with us, lead by Ozy.
Sat in the common room, there followed a long discussion on what would happen next, only interrupted by the occasional knock at the door.
I answered the first of these to find Abigail waiting, which was no great surprise – what was a surprise was my own reaction. I had started the day intending to seek her and Angela out, worried that I had known they were heading to aid in the defence against Blood, but I had no idea how the end of the battle had found them. Angela I had of course already seen, but this was the first I had seen of Abi. I was so relieved to see her that I completely forgot myself and rushed to embrace her….For a moment, the world ceased tomatter; all that was real was the smell of her hair and the feel of her body against mine. Not what I was expecting. However, I composed myself quickly, and showed her inside.
The discussion continues for some time, Ozy demonstrated what a terrible charmer he can be, and just about everyone offered their support and protection. It was rather heart-warming in many respects. Of course, I was forced to confess to Angela and Abi what had happened to me on the way to Valensk,which was embarrassing – and the girls have all decided that from now one I shall be “Uncle Elladan” which, if I’m honest, I rather like…..

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Old Friend,
Need makes this a hasty note. We are fugitives now, of asort. The unholy children, Desde and Sauda are hunting Aranna and Ireth,seeking to kill her before she can come into her power. For now, we are staying with an old Ranger acquaintance who I dare not name lest this be intercepted.The house in Fort Llast is not safe. Prayfor us, we may have need of it.
Aranna is beautiful, and makes her ‘Uncle’ very proud, she seems to grow stronger each day, but if they come for us now, who can stand against them?
Brit has not been seen, and we have no way to contact him that would not endanger the child. Ireth has taken to motherhood well, it would seem. As she sits across from me now holding the babe, she is a vision of loveliness.And yet my dreams seem to be filled by another: Raven hair; Alabaster skin; the eyes of a predator haunt me from the shadows. Whose face is that? She dances on the edge of my dreams, ever illusive, ever unseen
Pray for us,

Elladan

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Dear Grythir,
It would seem that, for now, we are safe. The “Golden Paladin” of which we were told has been revealed to us at last, and Ireth and Aranna are under his protection. Desde hunted us down in our last hiding place, my own attempts to engage her were swatted as you could swat a fly, but Remiel held her at bay.
The consensus would seem to be that the “children” are afraid of Remiel, so we can relax a little, at least. Now, in a sense, we count the days until we must venture to Lake Tarn; and yet I know that Ireth dreads that day, for she must most likely say farewell to her daughter after far too few precious moments with her.
Exercising a little of our temporary security, Ireth travelled back to the house in an attempt to speak to Brit. She found it empty; nothing of his remains bar his key and wedding ring. We do not know where he has gone, or why. All I can be sure of is that he has abandoned her once again. Perhaps the danger and stress were too much for him, perhaps there is some other reason. Perhaps time will tell
You would laugh to see me now, sat by the fire with a babe in my arms. At times I could regret that the Lifegiver’s colour is white, it is hard enough to keep clean without the side effects of a small child!
I shall write soon,
Blessings
Elladan

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Dear Grythir,
It is strange, having so much free time. Given our circumstances, I rarely leave the house. I have had to adopt a rigid exercise routine, for fear that this sedentary lifestyle shall make me soft!
I have still been having the dreams. At times they seem to be even more powerful; seductive; even dangerous, and yet the woman in them fascinates me as she dances on their edge. She is beautiful; graceful and lithe. Her face is a flash of white, always hidden by shadows, or by the deeper shadow of her flowing hair. What is she trying to tell me? More likely, what am I trying to tell myself? I sense no evil there, and yet there is a feeling of the forbidden.
I can see Remiel and Ireth growing closer daily. With another man I might be concerned, but a Paladin will respect her marriage They talk for hours. I think she is unused to having another man listen to her, and compliment her, and I can see a bond forming as the days pass.
Perhaps strangely, I am happy for her. My old feelings have subsided, it would seem, into ones more appropriate for a ‘brother’. It seems right somehow, to speak to Remiel and explain to him how I have felt for Ireth. If they are to have a future together, I would rather that truth be its foundation, and I have a part to play in that. I have resolved to tell  him all; Ireth must never know however, for to do so would upset her greatly, I feel.

Yours,
Elladan

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Private Journal entry:  I saw her today. Awake and alert I stood by the window and looked into Hlint. There, in the twilight I saw the woman of my dreams; and I knew her.
The same flash of ivory skin; the jet black hair; the graceful curves. It was her, and I know her name. That same force that compelled me in my dreams draws me to her now, but in life she is another’s. Why does my heart taunt me so? Is there some past misdeed for which I must be punished? Do I recover from one whom I cannot have, to be drawn to another?

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Master Grythir
The Lake is calling us.
I cannot tell you how we know it, but it is so. Ireth has felt it too. Soon, we must leave this land and travel to its’ shores. The children will try to stop us; Shadison himself may intervene.
I very much fear that I am not equal to this task. Others will travel with us, others far more powerful than I. I have discussed this with Ireth, and we have a simple plan. If we are to fight such creatures as the children are like to send against us I shall fall. I am not afraid to die, but I refuse to die for naught.
Instead, I shall stay by Ireth’s side. Whatever comes at her, shall have to pass over me first. If a blow comes at her, it shall strike me first. If I must die, then I shall die buying her an escape. Of course, that is not quite how I phrased it when we spoke, but I think she knew.
If I am not to live, then I shall put my affairs in order. If I am destined to live, then it can do no harm. I find this concept curiously liberating, and I am moved to speak where once I would have been silent.
I have found the woman from my dreams. I do not know why her face eluded me before, but she is Abigail. A part of me that I have long denied has been awoken by her beauty, and this time I shall not keep silent.
The problem, old friend, is that she is not free! Once again my heart betrays me, and I am drawn to a woman I cannot have. She loves Angela, I know, and yet I am resolved to speak to her. Once before I kept silent, and that simple deception almost cost me dear. This time I shall speak the truth. I expect nothing in return, and I shall ask for nothing, but she deserves to know the truth. She deserves that much respect, at least.
Yours,
Elladan

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Master Grythir,
Tonight I took my own advice. Remiel and Ireth were happily chatting in the living room, Aranna was sound asleep; the perfect opportunity to take a few moments for myself. I went to walk in Hlint knowing that at that time of night, there was a reasonable chance that Abi and Angela would be around – not least as I had asked Postmaster Vale to carry a letter to Abigail
My expectations were correct, at least in part, for I soon came across Abi. She knew I wished to speak with her in private and so had no objections when I suggested taking a room at the Wild Surge.
There, we talked. I told her that I had loved once, and kept silent: I told her I felt that such secrets help no-one; I explained that I felt the mission we were about to undertake could well result in my death; I went on to say that there was a woman I had feelings for, that I felt she should know before I left. Then I told her that she was that woman.  
I had never seen her blush before.
She was surprised and, I think, flattered. She quickly pointed out that she loved Angela, and that was not about to change. I think I managed to explain that I accepted that; that I wanted nothing from her, except that she hears the truth. Of course I do not expect her to be mine!
It’s not that I’m in love with her, but I am seriously attracted. I could fall for her, if I let myself. I am not sure that she understood this, time will tell.
She was concerned over what she saw as my fatalistic view of the trip to the Lake. Perhaps she is right; maybe I have let my own self-doubt prey too heavily on my mind of late. It is hard to be shut up inside the four walls of a house, so far from the wildwoods
I must go now; it is time for us to leave. I pray that Aeridin will be with us
In peace,
Ellandan
 

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Master Grithyr,
Glad tidings, although tinged with sadness.
We have returned from the expedition to Lake Tarn, as you may have guessed from reading this, successfully. In reality, there is little to retell. The plans we had made worked well, also immediately on our arrival on the Plane of Celestia, we broke into two groups; a front guard, and a small “bodyguard” group around Ireth and Aranna.
As expected, the journey was far from uneventful. Shaddison sent force after force to intercept us, but we fought through. Each step of the way, we managed to keep Ireth from harm. Rarely did the fight find its way to our small group, and oftimes I was sore tempted to join the fray – but my discipline held, and I stayed back. Only once did I break from her side; The Viper had despatched some foul beast of enormous size, with a detachment of his Flaming Guards. As the fight progressed, it came close to us and it was at that moment I saw Quantum fall – a might blow that sprayed acid across the grass. It was then I broke ranks, realising that a gap had opened in the melee I was able to run to his side. Gathering all my faith, I placed my hands upon him, and drew upon Aeridin’s power. What healing I could muster, meagre as it was in this mighty company, was enough to rouse him and he was able to pull himself to his feet, before returning to the fray - soon to be victorious.
At last, we drew close to the Lake. It was then that the greatest challenge befell us. Cresting the ridge ahead of us were Desde and Sauda – the “Problem Children” as  Revantage put it. We made every effort to reason with them, to no avail. I do not recall that they even spoke in response to us. The went from silence, to brutal assault – within a hearts breath Mith lay at their feet, slain by Sauda. With that, the battle was joined.
Throughout the brief exchange of words, our small group had kept to the rear, attempting to remain out of sight. We knew that the Lake was close by, and we guessed that its powers would lend us some small protection in their own right. A lull in the conflict came, and we bided our time. Then Desde joined the fight, and we knew there would be no quarter given or asked.
At a signal from Enzo, we ran. A small group of huddled figures, darting through the landscape like hunted animals. It was to our immense surprise that the ruse worked! A few moments later and we had passed the children, seemingly unseen.

We were at The Lake.

I cannot begin to describe its beauty to you. The simple sight of it banished all thought of combat and strife from my mind, and I felt peace. We walked its shores. At first, there was some concern; we had been grated a vision earlier that showed us a figure in the Lake, - a figure much like that of Dougal. Was the water still pure? I had little doubts, and Rhizome quickly pronounced that he believed all to be safe. But still, the decision of what to do was with Ireth. Many of the others urged her on, not understanding why she should hold back so, but I knew. She understood that this was going to be a goodbye. To bathe Aranna in the Lake would bring her to her powers, but she would be a babe no longer. By so doing Ireth would give up her first born daughter. It was with a set face that she walked out into the waters, and I felt for her sacrifice.
Aranna emerged full grown, and I could not have been more proud of my “niece”. She will hold the plane until the coming of the next guardian, and I her hands I feel sure it shall be safe.
All too soon it was time for leavetaking, and she returned us to Arabel, where we began the long journey home

Yours,
Elladan

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Dear Grythir,
We have returned at last.
Amazingly the first person to greet us on our return was Abigail. She had prayed for us, she said. Now I have not great love for Xeen; whose teachings have always seemed somewhat shallow and hedonistic; however I confess to being glad of any help that was available.
The second surprise, which should not have been a surprise really, is that Ireth has been given and has accepted the invitation to continue living in Remiel’s abode. He has promised her his heart, it would seem, and she is happy again.
It will take some time before the wounds of her separation from Aranna can heal, but the love of a good man can only help. At last, I feel that I can relax my vigilance and look once more to my own life.
I have never resented the demands of protecting my “sister” and her child , that would be like resenting my arm! However, it cannot be denied that my duties there have had a serious impact on the rest of my life; a life that I should begin to pay attention to once more, perhaps.

You Servant.
Elladan

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Tunar, Mar 17  Dear Master,  Is it not wonderful how librating pure survival can be, when it is unexpected? I had truly reckoned that I would spend my life taking Ireth to Lake Tarn, and let here I stand. I had forgotten how sweet life could be, so blinkered was I  to my surroundings in my focus on duty. That was a mistake, and I can almost sense your smile now! I cannot best serve the Protector, if I do not taste his gifts – a lesson I shall not forget.  These last few days I have spent with my friends; talking; eating; exploring. Even those times when I have been called upon to flex my swordarm again have not daunted my mood. The skies are clear, the flowers and grass smell sweet. I count myself blessed that I have found such good companions as those that are here. My friendship with Abigail and Angela grows closer. My attraction to Abi is still present, of course, but I would not dream of allowing it to grow into anything that might jeopardise her relationship with Angela. Instead, I find my friendship with Angela growing into something to be treasured.   Of course, all is not well with the world; news came of the fall of Roldem to Blood’s forces. This puts him in easy striking distance, and his fleets are to be feared in many waters that were once safe. As ever, your servant  Elladan

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Threas, Mar 19, 1392  Master, As an appendix to my last missive, you will be pleasedto know that I found opportunity to properly thank Ozymandias for his advice and assistance. Upon returning to Hlint yesterday eventide, I came across The Bard engaged in a, shall we say, heated debate with a Xeenite woman by the name of Silool. Most of the discussion was of little import, as much of the accusations made were based on misunderstandings. Speaking a good deal in his defence was one of the most beautiful women I have ever laid eyes upon, a woman I was to discover was the Lady Brisbane. Slender and elven looking, she has the most striking red hair, and eyes that seemed to burn with fire as she argued in her friend’s defence. At a suitable lull in the discussion, I took the time to extend my gratitude. Gratitude which seemed to embarrass the Bard greatly! Still, I do not think he was offended.  Yours Again Elladan  

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Wedlar, Apreal 4, 1392

Old friend,
Today I have been forced into an action that lies heavy on my heart. You will of course, recall my recent mentioning of the Paladin Remiel and his growing relationship with Ireth; of the vows of fidelity and loyalty that he had sworn to her.
Today I discovered that he had played her false. Having finally lured my “sister” to his bed, he has cast her from his house.
When I returned into Hlint today, I was quickly ushered by friends to the benches where Ireth was to be found. Her eyes were red, her face pale. It did not take long to discover the cause of her distress.
Even as I write this, I find it hard to credit the depths of his perfidy. I trusted this man on the basis of his oaths, with my charges and he betrayed that trust. Naturally I went to his door to challenge him on the issue, but there was no reply.
I was with a heavy heart then that I knew my duty; such betrayal could not be allowed to go unchallenged. I have drafted a letter to The Lady Revantage, she being the closest thing to civic authority with which I have had contact. I have reported Delmir for his transgressions, and justice must now take it’s course. I cannot judge this man, that I must leave unto the Law. I do however much regret the pain that the ensuing proceeding must cause my dear adoptive sister. I particular, I now know that her relations with Remiel became adulterous. The charges against him will be matched by charges against her, though her guilt be the lesser in my eyes.

Rarely has my duty been so onerous. Never has doing what I know to be right caused so much pain to those I love.

What happens now, is out of my hands.

Elladan

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Wedlar, Oclar 18, 1392  Dear Grythir It has been too long since I have written, forgive me. The steady pace of training, devotions, and the social interplay of these lands have kept me quite occupied, which is probably good, for it has left me little time to dwell on the more unpleasant matters. I had not told you, but Ireth had received orders to attend the courthouse to face trial on charges of Adultery. I knew full well that it was my letter that had started this chain of events, and it laid heavy on my heart. Still the Queen’s laws are just, and it was in them that I had to put some measure of faith. The trial was yesterday. Of course, I attended to speak in her defence, as did many of he friends. There was much discussion, and I was called upon several times to recount the details of which I was aware. When did Remiel and Ireth first sleep together? When did Brit leave the house? I think that at one point, the charges may have been dismissed if only we could show proof that Brit had abandoned Ireth before that night with Remiel. Unfortunately, no such proof was available. However, my faith in justice was vindicated. The judge ruled that the emotional abuse that Ireth had suffered during the latter days of the marriage were sufficient cause to seek separation, and that Brit had abandoned her without cause. She was still guilty of adultery by the letter of the law, and the judge found her so, but her sentence was to work at an orphanage for a month! I addition, the ruling was made that she be declared divorced from Brit. So, the letter of the law was followed, but true justice also had its say. A second matter came to light during the proceedings. It would seem that, maybe in part because of my letter, Remiel Delmir has been cast down as High Justicar. He has fallen from Toran’s graces and is a Paladin no more. Of equal, if not greater, importance to me was the conversation that took place afterwards. Ireth understands why I did what I did. I can rest easy, with my duty to the law, and my duty to her both fulfilled. I shall write again soon Elladan  

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Wedlar, Jenra 11, 1393  Dear Grythir, This is a sadder letter than most I fear. I think the hardest lesson you ever had to teach me, was that we must accept death as part of the cycle, even when it pains us. I have had cause to remember those lessons. Recently, we have lost two of our own. Shelu and Ayla, both priestesses of the Lifegiver, have moved on. It is strange the effect it has had on people. The “Dragoncalled” are an odd bunch at best, disparate and almost chaotic, drawn from all walks of life, all faiths. And yet, these deaths brought so many together in grief. I think we have grown unused to its face. The strange magic of the Bindstones keeps us from death. It isolates us, in a sense, so when a true and final death occurs it is as though a shockwave passes through the community. Two in such a short space, is unheard of.  They were not my closest friends, but I knew them well enough. We had fought together, prayed together, laughed together. Now they are both gone, and there is a gap where they were, like the space where an old tooth once was. Shelu’s fiancé, Barion, is a friend also, and we have talked long and hard these past days. He wishes to devote himself to Aeridin, as a monument to his love. “What does it mean to be a warrior of Aeridin?” he asked me. How could I answer that to him? How could I explain to a man who has no faith, the fire that burns in my heart when I see the sunrise? The whisper of my Lord’s will in my mind as I mediate? I could not, but I think I gave him some measure of it. I just hope that, if he comes to Aeridin, that he does so for the right reasons in the end. Abigail and Angela have become firm friends now. In a sense it is ironic that I have become an occasional confidant to them both, helping them over a few of their “fights”. I confess to having had a strong attraction to Abi, but I value their friendship too much to allow that to grow. Well, I must go to break the ice on the well for more water. I love these cold crisp mornings, the early sunlight streaming across the land as it does. Be well, and stay warm!  Elladan  

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Janra 12
  Dear master, I hope you are still well. In my reflections of my last missive, I had neglected to share a few pieces of news. The first is that I have met another Paladin of our order. Ka'Zin Zin'Jarlan is her name. Yes it’s a mouthful, but that is not too surprising as she is a “Dark” Elf. It seemed impolite to ask how a Drow came to the service of the Lifebringer, but I confess to being curious. Ironic perhaps that I should go for so long without seeing another one of us, and when I do she is so..unusual. I have begun to travel more in the lands of Dregar. Once, I would not have dared, for these are many formidable beasts in those lands. Lately however, my skills have grown with practice, and I may travel there from time to time without undue concern.  Ireth seems to have assembled a collection of suitors. For a long time she showed no interest in romance, and who can blame her after Remiel. Now however, she is at least aware that a number of men appear to be vying for her affections! The two main contenders could not be more different, being an Elven Mage and a young human warrior. Both seem earnest in their fashion, even if the younger lad does seem to have a tendency toward impetuousness in battle he still seems to be an honest and well disciplined man. Trival, I suppose, but sometime it is pleasant to speak to you of such mundane matters! Yours as ever,   Elladan  

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Tunar, Mai 17, 1393  Old friend,  Well the last few days have been an education, in many respects. I had heard that a Paladin of our order, by the name of Tatchien, was seeking assistance in Rangers Vale so, of course, I journeyed there at once. A number of people had arranged to assist; among them was Ka'Zin – which was a pleasant surprise. It was nice to se Ash Willo again as well; She’s a Elven ranger who I have met a few times in Hlint, but this was to be the first time we had travelled together. Tatchien is a bold fellow. Perhaps a little immodest, but well intentioned. From what he said he has been a Priest of the Preserver for some time now, but wishes to take the path of the Paladin. Now, it seemed that a gathering of the higher Paladins had been called at Blackford Castle. To summarise, Tatchien hoped to travel there and seek a sponsor. After some discussion on the nature and duties of Paladins, we set out.
  One of our number was Rylok, a daunting figure of a man, part orc I surmised from his appearance. As we travelled he told us that on his way to the Vale, he had heard of a small village that was in trouble. Given that we were beset by Ogres on our way, this was somewhat difficult to explain to Tatchien. However, once we can caught up with him and explained in a quiet moment he agreed that it was only right to check if these people needed our help before we travelled on to the castle. It took a good while to make the journey south to the locale of the village, travelling without clear directions as we were. However reports of local hunters led us on the right track, and it did not take that long to find the trail to the village – especially with the help of Ash. What we found came as a shock.
  The villagers were assembled in the centre of town, lead by one of their women who told us their tale. The village had, without any apparent reason, under attack by waves of undead,. Each attack had been worse than the one preceding it, and by the time we arrived the villagers had little hope left. Realising that time could be short we split into three groups, one to guard each of the three main paths into town. We did not have to wait for long, and soon the first attack came. I shall spare you the details of that attack and the ones that followed. Suffice to say that it was less like a melee, and more akin to a war. I found myself wishing for a good strong shieldwall on more than one occasion. Still by Aeridin’s grace we prevailed, driving off one attack after another. Some hours later came respite, but we knew it would not last. There had to be some driving force behind the attacks,. And it had to be found if any were to survive. Now, the village had a large monument near its heart, one that had been there for generations. We discovered that, unbeknownst to the villagers, it concealed an ancient tomb. Obviously, we decided to explore the tomb, hoping to find some answers there. Again, in summary, what we found was a lich., whose powers were drawing the undead into the village. Once we destroyed the Lich, the attacks ceased and the village was free to return to normal. In time, we returned to the temple in Rangers’ Vale and Tai gave a report of our activities. He was most surprised, I think, when he was told that as a result he had been accepted into the Lightbringers! It was a great day for him. Ka’Zin and I were equally surprised, I think, to be told that our actions had been note and, should we wish to enter the order we would be looked upon favourably. An honour indeed, but this was not to be the last surprise of the day.  Tatchien decided that, although by now we had long missed the meeting, he would travel to Blackford, and give a report to the Queen. Upon our arrival, we were informed that the Queen had been detained, but would be arriving shortly. Imagine our surprise when she arrived – the woman from the village!  Tai gave his report, and a small ceremony ensued. He was presented with a suit of armour, and those who had travelled with him were given the singular honour of being allowed to rest in the castle when we had need. Imagine that, this son of a blacksmith, sleeping in Her Majesty’s castle!  So, I sit here now in this candle’s light and ponder. What of the Lightbringers? The tacit invitation Ka’Zin and I received is no small honour I know. You know I have no love for the undead, but is that where my path should lead? Am I destined to become a hunter of shades? Somehow I feel not. My duties of one of the Lifegiver’s own are many, “Bringing the Light” being no small part, but there is so much more I feel I have to do. The war is upon us, I know. Many will die before Blood falls, many more will be hurt. What can I do to aid them? Can I afford to focus on the creatures of the grave, when so many need my protection and healing? I shall pray on this long. For now, however, I must sleep Goodnight old friend, Elladan          

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Threas, Junar 19, 1393  Greetings from Fort Llast, It has been an interesting few days. Starting when I awoke early, prayed as normal, and broke my fast. Then, the morning exercises. Now I have not mentioned it previously, but I have changed by exercise routine to include a little live practice. The crypts of Hlint are cursed with a population of undead that recurs in a most alarming way. The lesser form only, thank the Preserver; Skeletons, Ghouls and the like; but nonetheless they require dealing with. This practice now forms part of my weekly routine, I get to practice my skills against active opponents and return a few unhappy souls to the cycle. That day was one of the days I had set aside for such activity. This morning, however I was not alone. I had barely entered the tunnels below, when I came upon a traveller collecting materials for curative potions. Endrynn was his name, obviously I offered my assistance. As he had been beset by skeletons, he accepted readily and we continued into the crypts. Barely two hundred yards inside, who should we meet but Ireth? Her friend Lan was with her, along with another new face, Dominic. What started as a training exercise had become a social event! Still, we were in no danger where we were, and it did no harm to be sociable. From what Ireth said, I think she may have made her choice of suitors. Jet is featured in her conversations with increasing frequency, and with warmth that is heartening. We had decided to venture farther into the crypt, when another figure entered the room. A half-elven woman of beauty, wearing very little! It took me a moment to recognise her as Brisbane. She had come in search of Ireth, for it seems the two of them have become fast friends. Unlike our last meeting, she seemed at her ease, showing a sense of humour I had not expected. I confess I was moved to flirt a little, for she is striking, and I was almost surprised when it was met in good nature. Clearly, she is not a woman to be trifled with however. We delved further into the crypts, and Brisbane had occasion to invoke and impressive array of powers in defeating the creatures we met. Later back on the surface, after Lan and Dominic had left us, we talked at greater length. It transpires that she is a druid – one of the more senior it would seem, although she did not claim any rank. She called her companion to join us as we talked; Morrigu is a formidable looking bear, and it was a delight to be able to be in such close proximity to such a powerful and beautiful creature. Suffice to say, the rest of that day, and the next few, spent with Ireth and I in the company of Miss Brisbane. We travelled far and fought side by side, not entirely successfully in one instance. That is how we came to meet Celgar. He is a strange man, possibly the strangest priest of Lucinda I have met. Still, he knew Miss Brisbane, and he was most helpful to us before we continued on out travels into the desert to meet “Zif”. Zif, it transpires, is a manticore. Never forget that druids may have the strangest friends. I would never have expected that such a formidable lady would have such a zest for life. We spent our time laughing and joking as she showed us parts of these lands we had never travelled. I was quite sorry when it became time to part. A sorrow that was lessened by Miss Brisbane insisting on a goodbye hug; well, it would have been impolite to refuse!  Yours truly,   Ellandan  

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Sunra, Seplar 8, 1393  Dear Grythir, I hope this letter finds you well, and you no doubt are enjoying the last days of the good weather as we move towards autumn. Life here is busy as ever, but it goes on with little change. My travels have taken me further afield in the past weeks, even to the Dragon Isles. Most often I travel with Angela and Abigail, usually with Ireth. Of late, however, Ireth has been travelling more often with Jet. I can a see a strong bond growing between those two. She talks of him often, much to the annoyance of Abi who does not share her liking of his ways. His ways are strange to me also. He is quiet and reserved, speaks little and never of his feelings. Sometimes he seems like a coiled spring, in danger of snapping at a moment’s notice. I don’t know what happened to make him so, for he is a good man, with a code of honour that would do any proud. I find him likable enough which, as he is almost living with Ireth, may be a good thing! I was pleasantly surprised to find that Aranna has visited Ireth recently. I was away at the time, but it seems that they had a good talk. It still seems strange to think of talking with her, in my minds eye she is still a small gurgling babe. I still miss her, even if I know what was done was the right thing. I cannot imagine how Ireth must feel. Until next time, yours  Elladan

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Mulnari, Seplar 23, 1393  Dear Grythir,  Life continues apace here still. Ireth and I have been travelling more in the company of Lady Brisbane, and have seen much these lands by her side. You’d like her sense of humour; it has a wicked edge but bares no malice. Of course, you’d also appreciate her remarkable good looks, and taste in clothes, but that is another story!  For a few days, it seemed that bad luck had cursed our trail. We travelled far in the Berhagen mountains to be shown, or should I say be introduced to, that rarest of creatures: A Yeti. Brisbane took us there, of course, and spoke to the creature in calming words. A marvellous ability, that. To be so at one with Life to be able to communicate to all of nature! From there we made our way along a narrow track, almost hidden in the mountain vastness. At the end of the track, a door. Through that door, the beginnings of the that place of legend, Underdark. We ventured some way inside, finding ourselves beset by Illithids along the way. Our small group handled itself well, and all went smoothly. Until that is, Ireth attempted to open a door. There was a blast of noise like thunder as we were thrown across the room, and Ireth body was left sprawled across the floor. As you will guess, we left quickly, taking her body with us. Things ended well enough, of course. We were able to find priestly aid quickly, and Ireth was returned to us. This was to be a grim precedent of what was to come, however. A few days later, Ireth, Angela,. Bris and I ventured to a place known hereabouts as Storans Tomb. A ancient tomb at the foot of the mountains it is a hive of undead. Some of the creature that reside there can be put to good use, however, in the creation of healing draughts, and it was in search of these we went. All went well at first. My blessed blade returned many lost souls to the cycle, as did those of Ireth, Brisbane and Angela. Brisbane was a force of nature incarnate, protecting us, healing us,  and calling down lightening on the foul creatures before us. Until the final chamber, that is. We advanced as before. I was beset by many and, as I attempted to withdraw slightly, I caught a horrific sight at the edge of my vision. A lucky strike from one of the creature caught Brisbane’s armour, tearing it from her, leaving her defenceless. She fought like a tiger, but now they had the advantage. The last thing I saw as my vision faded, was a backhand blow spinning her across the room. Once again, we had cause to thank the power of these “Bindstones”, but their did not come without price. The Soulmother claimed a piece of Brisbane. I cannot help but think that, if I had stayed closer to her, or fought a little harder, I could have saved her from that. It was a sad day.  Yours   Ellladan