Atrius MoonOrchid. High Lieutenant, Shae Joridal Primary Wall Defense. Heir to House MoonOrchid.
Personal Diary and Log.
To General Tanaer, 5th Ascendant of the Spire, Shae Joridal.
As you have requested, I maintain a personal diary of my adventures and my continued quest to locate missing or unreachable allies, as well as the acquisition of new ones. I also include any information or materials I have come across as a means of proving the necessity of continued side quests.
Four days ago, we came upon the “city” of Greenheart, if one wishes it to be called that. This is the heart of the druidic Eldeen Reaches.
Allow me to explain. Despite being able to successfully secede from the kingdom of Aundair, the Eldeen Reaches appear to be nothing more than collective anarchy held together by a cult of personality revolving around an ancient being called Oalian, believed to be the most significant source of knowledge when it comes to the so called Draconic Prophecy. I am not sure what to make of the Draconic Prophecy, but as it appears to be very significant to the people of Khorvaire, it is absolutely imperative that I learn as much as there is to learn about this prophecy, especially where our people are concerned, at Shae Joridal as well all other spires.
In fact, these people seem to have cultivated a vast field of flowers for the sole purpose of studying the ebb and flow of worldly happenings. Like most of our people, I have an innate understanding of magic, but this was beyond anything I’d seen.
My party was lead deep into an old growth forest. My Lord, the sense of nostalgia and loss that struck me was palpable. This was not the Feywild, but it looked and felt virtually the same. I was sorely tempted to remain there. It is clear that I must continue in my travels for the safety of our people, but perhaps once our troubles are behind us, and assuming we are forced to remain in this land, I may request to act as liason to this kingdom.
We were “presented” to Oalian. And by presented, I mean to say we were in his or it’s presence somehow. As I requested to see a physical form to better interact with this being, we were shown a particularly majestic … tree. Yes, My Lord, exactly as it sounds. Now I am not certain if this being was in fact just the tree, or if somehow the entire forest gained some sort of collective self-awareness, but clearly I was in the presence of a terribly potent and respected power in this world. When it spoke, it’s deep voice resonated from within our minds. All of us stood in awe and admiration. All but our wizard.
Now it should be noted that Victor Hellgrave was convicted of espionage in the Droamish Grimstone Citadel. We freed him from certain torture and execution, and I believed at the time that I was able to convince him to maintain his loyalties to my group, and in fact was never able to determine whether or not the charge held any merit. Is Victor Hellgrave in fact a spy for the kingdom of Aundair? While we were negociating with Oalian, Victor maintained a very antagonist attitude towards the Eldeen leader, and I felt acutely uncomfortable having him so near. Whether or not he has plans to actually attack Oalian, or whether his old loyalties make him pridefully hostile towards the seceded kingdom, I do not know. But I will keep an eye on him. That being said, he has so far proven to be a very capable member of our group and it would be a significant loss should he feel forced to turn on us.
Oalian offered us an exchange: We would travel to the border of the Demon Wastes to stop a ritual that would raise some powerful demons. In exchange, he would allow us to ask him one question each relating to the Draconic Prophecy. As you might expect, I inquired as to the best path for the Eladrin race as a whole through these trying times, in a manner that would allow us to maintain our culture and civilization. Also, he would present us with a gift of three dragonshards. Namely an Eberron Shard, a Khyber shard, and a Siberys shard. Either of these shards would be immensely valuable to our wizards and the defense of our Spire, and you will recognize that the Siberys shard itself is especially rare. I cannot guarantee that I will be able to deliver all three shards, but I will attempt to secure the Siberys shard for the Spire.
Now clearly, the Demon Wastes were a significant distance from Greenheart, but we were able to fly there with much haste. On Gryphon back. I’ll admit that I chuckled when I wrote that for I can just imagine the reaction of anyone reading this. It took us three days and nights to reach the border.
From where we were deposited, we were led to the ruins by a nomadic tribe of Orcs and Half-Orcs allied to the Eldeen Reaches. After searching several long abandoned buildings, we discovered a cellar door leading down.
And there we discovered the undead.
Have you ever encountered the walking dead, My Lord? It was my first experience confronting them and I’d say this was most frightening thing I’d ever seen. Not because this fight was particularly difficult, but because it is very difficult to for any born in the Feywild to comfortably grasp what it is to deal with beings of Shadow as these. To see creatures neither alive nor truly dead still capable of not only moving, but attacking with such venemous hatred. But the worst is the intense … cold that surrounds them and digs into your soul when they reach out to you. My knowledge of the Shadow and of the Planes is limited, but it felt as if these soulless creatures reach out and attempt to take yours as a means of filling a void. Unsettling would be a grand understatement.
The fight did not last long, and we were fortunate to quickly detect and avoid, and later disarm, a potent magical trap meant no doubt to disable us. In fact, our group took very little in the way of damage, even though some of the skeletal beings attacking us literally exploded in a ring of boneshards when damaged. Nonetheless, many members of my group finished the fight noticeably more drained and low in spirit than they should have been from such a short fight.
I write this now as we rest for a few moments to recover our breath. I do not know what awaits us below, and I strongly dislike going further down without a sense of what we’re to expect. But I do know that utmost caution is warranted. With luck, we will yet survive this day.
With Great Respect,