The Fourth Day of Flamerule
The Year of Raining Tears, DR 1415
Setting out from Nashkel early in the morning, the mood is somber in the caravan. The past tenday has put a cloud over the departure, and there are whispers of omens and ill fortune. As the oxen and horses strain to set the wagons in motion, tradesmen toss coins into a small pot at the gates; offerings to Tymora for better fortune. Many are leery of leaving their loved ones behind to such uncertainty; Captain Gowan is still missing, and there are still few answers relating to the murder of Lena Dorran or the missing militia patrol, overdue by five days now. While the magic-using murderer has been brought to justice, it serves as little comfort to the men and women of the caravan, who are leaving their homes behind for near a month in hopes of finding a way through the coming Winter.
The trophy from killing the murderer was a dagger that I had seen in a dream. In this dream my parents visited me and told me what to do with it. I was told to find “The Friendly Arm and tell him it’s a gift”. With the dagger in my possession I was now in search of its destination. Not knowing who or where “The Friendly Arm” is I posted a request for information. I was happily surprised to find that one of my own companions was able to assist me through my quest.
He told me that through his travels he had come across a keep that went by the name I was searching for. It was in between Nashkel and Baulders Gate… and just so happened to be on our route we were traveling with Nashkel’s caravan. With a new found hope I decided to celebrate and treat my friends to dinner and drinks. We ended up at the Night Light and took up a table and made the best of our evening. We shared stories and good times, which lightened my soul.
As we sat and reminisced we realized that we had no plans after we returned from our journey with the caravan. I felt it was time for me to return to a place that changed my life after the loss of my parents.
~ Through the trek I had take trying to track down the murderer of my parents I ended up in a town called Mosstone. With no leads and no money I had to call my hunt to an end. There I took up a job with the local blacksmith Steeleye. I handled the grunt work and upkeep of the shop while he preformed his noble craft.
A short period of time after arriving in Mosstone I found my way into Amaraths Teahouse. Ending up in Mosstone after a year and a half of a fruitless hunt had added a deep depression upon the other heavy emotions from my past. Frequenting this place on my breaks from the blacksmith and on the evenings after I was off duty it became my place of choice to unwind. Over my many visits Kara the hostess and I had engaged in small talk and after getting to know a bit more about me offered me some Ilmethal to help me through my hard times. She was a very warm, caring and was kind enough to listen to my pain and heartache. For a reason unknown to me she had taken me under her wing and helped me work through myself.
On her off time we had taken a few trips into the forest where she collected from the bounty of the earth. I tagged along and we continued to build a strong bond. She became a large part of my life. We spent as much time together as we could learning, sharing and just being together. Her “live for the day” personality left much of her passed in the dark. Though she had made mention to passed love she never elaborated on it. She had made mention of stories that were similar to a situation of mine several times, offering them as assistance through my struggles.
From time to time she would offer me warm supportive hugs and an occasional kiss on the cheek. Her gentle touches in my times of need were very soothing for a dwarf who has never had loved one to call his own. My heart grew very fond of her and in out times apart I found my thoughts drifting towards her. I spent countless hours by a stream she had brought me to. I would clear my mind and let my soul glide over the ripples of the water and glide through the trees of a forest I adopted as my own. Through tears and rage my thoughts would take me through the depths of my body and soul. I was able to come to terms with the loss of my parents and accept my failure to track down Dragon Fire.
As the second year came to an end in Mosstone my feelings for Kara became too much to handle. Being able to share anything my heart desired and all that I had confided in her drew my heart to her. This mystery lover she waited on stole my confidence to begin a relationship beyond what we shared. If ever she were to offer her heart to me I would gladly take it in my embrace… But the wait for her love became too much to handle. I started taking care of any loose ends in a place I considered home, bid a hard farewell a soul who understood me and made my way north to where I settled in Nashkel .~
I asked Calli and Burt if they had ever seen the ocean… To that they said they hadn’t. With Mosstone in mind I offered that as our next destination. Not only for the ocean, but for the forest as well. I figured the elves living in the forests around Mosstone could possibly offer knowledge to my companions… Calli with tacking and ranger skill sets and to Burt natural herb and medicinal experience. With Kara tugging at my heart as an ulterior motive. Once established there I will make the proper arrangements to carry out an idea that has been building in the back of my mind. So off to Mosstone we shall go when we return.
Shortly after the burial ceremony for Lena our caravan left town. Our journey was rather eventless… Makes me wonder why they even hired us in the first place. We eventually ended up at The Friendly Arm and prepared to hold up for the night. As we entered our weaponry was taken in and held until we were ready to leave. Luckily I had kept the mystery dagger wrapped in cloth in my pack and it went unnoticed. Calli, Burt and I took up a table and got some food and drink and settled in to relax.
I had a feeling The Friendly Arm itself was WHERE I was supposed to find someone about this dagger… Obviously a keep wouldn’t be able to do much with it or offer any info about it. So as we sat and ate I kept an eye out on the people trying to figure out who may be of assistance. Several hours had passed when I noticed a man in odd clothing leaving through the front door…I cant exactly tell why he stood out from the rest but I decided to take a leap of chance. I grabbed my pack and followed him out where I found him sitting on the stairs out front.
We settled on the stairs several steps up from him. I managed to get his attention and struck up conversation. He was a very enigmatic fellow who went by the name Ayidh. I decided to lighten the mood and butter him up a bit so I offered to buy him a drink. As I went in to buy another round he followed me in and he ended up leading us up to the roof for a more private conversation. After settling in on the roof we talked about or travels and the interesting events of late. We discussed the caravan we were on and our plans to head to Mosstone after our return to Nashkel. The mention of Mosstone seemed to peak his interest. He also seemed very interested about our story involving the murder of Lena and the death of the mage who attacked us. We told him of the battle that took place and about the bounty we shared from his death. I felt this was a good opportunity to see if this may be the one I was to find about the dagger.
I told him of a great find from the mage and pulled the dagger from my pack. I left it in the cloth it had called home and handed it to Ayidh. As he unwrapped the dagger he dropped it in what seemed to be fright and anger. As he described what this dagger actually was we slowly became accepting of his reaction. He led us out of the keep and over to a bush and picked up a mole. As he held the mole he took the dagger and touched the moles skin. Instantly the poor creature died. It turns out the dagger had the power of vampirism that fed the one who wields it.
Ayidh threw the dagger to the ground and took out several vials of liquid. As he poured each one onto the dagger it melted into a puddle of liquid metal. In his explanation for destroying the item the moon caught his eyes… they were none like I had seen before, his eyes where silver… I had heard a story of a man with eyes like these from Kara… I wonder if it may be the same she had mentioned. Afterwards he became very angry that we had brought it to him and stormed off into the forest. I knew there was a reason I was sent to find him and it wasn’t just to have this item destroyed. I rushed back and got my axe and we followed Ayidh into the dark forest. Latern held high we rushed after him. With out recent luck we didn’t find him, we found some zombie goblins and quite a few other creatures we were not all that excited to meet. From a short encounter that accomplished nothing against our new foes we turned and returned to The Friendly Arm.
Upon arrival we went to sleep and woke up to quite a commotion. As we left our rooms we found the entire keep was going into defense. The gates were being closed and the bridge was being drawn up. All the guards took their post on the top of the walls seamlessly as though it had been done many times before. I made my way to the top of the walls to find we were being surrounded by a large pack of goblins, hob goblins and many zombie goblins much like the ones from the night before. From the opinion of the guards it seems as thought his has happened before and they weren’t all that concerned about the pack of attackers. So in the meantime I poked around looking for Ayidh and found that he had not returned from his blaze into the forest the night before. Wasting time we all headed up to the roof and had out meals up there and played several games of chess as the occasion rush on the wall by the attackers came up fruitless.
As we watched the hoard of attackers I seemed to feel an odd sensation in my head. Its hard to describe how it felt… it was as though a compass in my head lost its bearings and began to spin out of control. Shortly after this feeling all the zombie goblins dropped to the ground in their final stage of true death. The remaining of the hoard took this as a bad omen and ran back into the forest leaving the bodies of their comrades in the fields. Everyone seemed very puzzled by this and happily accepted it. The gates were opened and guards were posted and life picked up where it had left off before the rush of attackers.
The following morning came quicker than I had expected. After waking I checked with Bently (the owner of The Friendly Arm) to see if he had seen Ayidh. We went off and checked on his belongings which all remained in his room and his weaponry still waited to be collected at the gates. As the morning drew on our caravan was ready to set out… Sadly I was not going to be going along with it. I had to retire my position as guard to wait for our friend to return. Thankfully my companions remained with me for support. I took up odd jobs from Bently to pay for our room and board while we waited for Ayidh to return. I asked all the gate guards, Bently, the barkeep and the people running the weapon check to notify me immediately of Ayidh’s return.
A week had passed when I woke and headed down to the guard shack. I checked with one of the guards and was sadly notified that Ayidh had been seen returning to the keep. I ran off to see if his weapons and items remained at The Friendly Arm… They all had vanished. I checked with everyone on guard the night before and came up with no information on when he came back and where he may have gone. I wasted a whole week waiting for him and cost my companions the pay of the caravan watch. They trusted me and I had left them down. With spirits low I decided it was time to make our journey to Mosstone. The trek went smoothly except for an attack by some bandits that ran shortly after their attack. We have yet to make it to our destination but its very near and I can feel my spirits lifting the closer we get.