I awake this morning feeling quite happy, despite the symptoms of
overindulgence in drink. I find the latter situation to be puzzling
since I by no means overindulged while at the Grim Guzzler last evening.
Ah
last evening. What an interesting turn of events that came to pass. I
could not have predicted it when I left my spire. So many things are
going on that my mind is awash with conflicting feelings, thoughts, and
concepts. Where even to begin to sort out the details? Perhaps the
beginning is best. Perhaps writing will help me put things in order.
The
first piece is a bit of good news I suppose. While my detractors seem
to think they have won some sort of points in a game, or that they have
perhaps curbed my enthusiasm, I find that it is indeed the opposite that
is occurring. Supporters flock to me from seemingly nowhere. Legendary
fighters who many thought to have been long retired have taken up arms
against the alliance and pledged support. The base of combatants that we
can draw from grows in leaps and bounds as more and more offer
alliances, truces, or resources to apply to the task. The alliance will
be crushed beneath us, and those that think to stymy my efforts will
find themselves alone, surround by foes on all sides. I cannot be more
grateful to these new supporters, to the honor that is bestowed upon me
and the trust that has been given me by my comrades in arms. I will not
disappoint you my new friends. You will be proud that you extended the
hand of friendship to me.
While the battle last evening
ended in a major ambush of our forces on the docks of Auberdine, I still
am quite pleased with how it went. Many fell before us, and the heroism
displayed by those within our attack force was astounding. I cannot
help but admire them all, and am glad that most fled to safety after we
were forced to withdraw. I thought myself and the few remaining allies
with me would be doomed to a terrible death or worse. We had fought back
to back, with little hope of survival, desperately trying to open a
portal to get us home without luck when we were finally rescued by none
other than Galvan Swiftblade.
What can I say of this man
who is not a man? He fascinates me. His social graces exceed even the
most well educated noble. His tastes in wine, in finery and luxury, are
exceeded only by my own I suspect. He knows his business well, and is
crafty enough even to thwart me from time to time. Most interesting of
all, I can sense the magic within him whenever our flesh touches. A
simple handshake, a kiss of my hand, and I can feel it pulse within him.
It is enticing to me, interesting in a way I have not encountered
before. It makes me feel strange to think of it. I will need to observe
this man that is not a man more closely indeed.
Galvan was
with me several times last evening, even while I spoke with my sister.
She is being rather dismissive of my concerns about her mother's
necklace, but that is Kyli for you. She knows little of magic and can't
imagine that a threat could damage our Spire or harm the people within
it. I believe I will have to seek out this priestess on my own, despite
Kyli's assurance that it is not necessary. I fear the necklace could
have affected my sister, and I must see if the little priestess has been
affected in the same manner. Time will tell!
There is the
final matter of the gnome Jazari. His mind-speak via our scrying link
is beginning to wear on me. Every time he engages in battle, I feel the
vibrations of his castings echo down the link. Every spell that seeks to
end his life gives me a pounding headache. I am sure it is the same for
him. I will need to speak with him about this when next we communicate.
Oddly
enough, he has been very kind and polite to me. I would have expected
him to direct scorn, hatred, or any number of negative emotions at me,
or perhaps that he would taunt me. Instead he has been sympathetic,
encouraging, and even interesting to speak with on the subject of magic.
It is a shame that he was born a gnome. He would have made a mighty
Magister, and I suspect he and I would be close friends or even more.
Wait...he may be able to READ this! FEL!
*The ink of the pages is somewhat smeared as the writer obviously left the text in a hurry, hoping that Jazari hadn't been able to read the words on the pages while she was focused on them.*
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