The Journal of Caelthalsur Tyrvalsa

Penned 300 ADW (After Dragon War)

A brief aside I have decided to pen a journal as a record of my accounts. While I may already be mentioned in several historical works, I am sure the future historians will lose their minds over a firsthand account of my travels. Imagine, Caelthalsur Tyrvalsa barely able to create light, stripped of magic items, and reduced to mercenary work. The bards, I am sure, will love this tale.

A rendition of Caelthalsur by Oran Penwrite

3rd of Lordas, 300 ADW My memory is hazy at best. It feels like there is a solid fog in my brain preventing me from remembering much about my past. I know my name of course and everything up until the Dragon War and now I find that nearly 200 years have passed since then! Imagine my surprise when a peasant working a field disdainfully told me the year as if I were feebleminded. I have no solid memory of my youth or the war itself, just vague recollections and what I have been able to pierce together with my remaining items on me. I have what I recall is most of my magical apparel now drained of their respective power. My sword, staff, robes and amulets are nothing more than wellcrafted relics of the past. I awoke alone in a field with old rusting weapons; most likely the battlefield where I suspect that damnable dragon imprisoned me. Were I

not oddly drained of power and missing all of my spellbooks I would track down and destroy him once and for all. 5th of Lordas Like the others I am travelling to Shanedon because of the posters asking for adventurers. Spud, ever the faithful manservant, had found these posters strewn throughout town and insisted that we take up the offer. I suppose we could use the gold, a problem I havent dealt with in ages. To be reduced tomercenary work disgusts me but a necessary evil to achieve what must be done. There is much to be caught up on. 13th of Lordas I have arrived in Shanedon and met severalinteresting folk. It seems that I will be travelling with a collector of stories, singer and mercenary named Kalob. There is also a sketchy priest who only seems to worship gold, going by Davorin. A rather nice cleric of Heironeous named Himo has hired us to find a tapestry of Phieran. Now that is a name that I didnt think I would hear in a long time. It almost brings back a spark of hope for me, but I am cautious to not get too excited. It will probably turn out to be nothing. 17th of Lordas I almost cannot believe what has occurred. Phieran still exists! We travelled to the church to find it burnt to the ground and infested with orcs. Luckily they did not pose much of a problem thanks to Spud and Kalob. Underneath the church we found the tapestry being defiled by evil magicks. Those orcs felt my wrath, as I slid my longsword into the gut of the offending orcish wizard. It may have been a while since I have used such mundane means to fight, however it seems the skill stuck with me. Then HE spoke to us. In that moment I knew I had a purpose again Phieran would be raised back to his almighty power and woe behold to anyone who tries to stop me.

21st of Lordas I am still reeling in shock over what has happened. We faithfully returned the tapestry to Himo, sans Spud who was held back by some unknown divine magic. If I only could recall the Spell of Utter Ruination perhaps I could have freed him However the worst was yet to come. Upon returning to the town we encountered an abyss damned dragon! It took all of my willpower to not attempt attack him, meager as my power was. I marked well his face, and I will enact my revenge for he sentenced Himo to death in front of us all for treason. He then had the nerve to force us into his service to destroy another temple of Phieran. He must have been a younger dragon, for if he recognized me I surely would have been executed on the spot. 23rd of Lordas Pity the dragon that thinks it can outwit me! Instead of obeying the dragons orders to destroy the temple instead I have liberated it. We have rescued a cleric of Phieran named Thareth Lathaira. My sword drank deep today, I regret that these orcs responded with immediate aggression. The cleric Davorin showed his traitorous greedy ways by actually wanting to murder Thareth for a few pieces of silver! I made it clear I would end him with my arcane magic if he attempted such a thing, and he ran off like the coward he is. I gave what little gold I had to Thareth and the remaining clerics and sent them off with all the relics to hopefully start a new church of Phieran. We venture off to a coastal port called Pylos to find new work. I hope to find a library to do some research into what happened after my incident nearly 200 years past.

3rd of Makren It has been over a fortnight since I have last written. It was a long trip to Pylos, made longer by the fact that teleporting is still outside my reach. The irony that I invented the spell to transmute matter throughout temporal channels and am forced to walk is not lost on me. The strangely silent paladin David worries me. I fear the churchs ever watchful eyes upon me, his motives are unknown. Just last night the camp was ambushed by goblins I dispatched them with ease with my spell to render their weak minds into unconsciousness. We encountered a rather chatty fellow named Chadwick who was accompanied by a dour fellow Joshua. I may have just met him but he seems like a ruthan elir to me. I suspect his aggressive nature will begin to wear upon me. In the distance I see Pylos, where upon a floating island rests a manse, where surely a powerful wizard resides who is sure to have an extensive library

5th of Makren Pylos proved to be interesting and reminded me of why I hate those that study the school of illusion. You would think a learned wizard would have learned to curb his childish humor by this point. Chadwick knew of a powerful wizard named Issiac who lived in a strange floating fortress. Bah, what an ostentatious display of magic, a waste that could have gone to better use but I digress. We endured his dungeon, a giant illusion designed to test our mettle. I had previously ascertained the nature of the dungeon but neglected to tell Joshua, Kaleb or David. They wouldnt understand the point anyway. Issiac knew something of me, I could tell that by the gleam in his eye. He informed me of something incredible the fusing of a soul with an inanimate object. I had previously conjectured using the Theory of Universal Being that transmutation matrices deviated among an array of enchantments coupled with a gem with the sufficient arcane diffuse could create artificial life, but to actually try such a thing! Issaic and Himo are fools for using magic in such a way. Magic is for those responsible in its use, something humans never seem to understand. As a result of his rashness there is a construct roaming the lands killing innocents well, those stripped of their memory by the mind-twisting enchantments of Issiac. It is due to my sense of duty to right this wizards wrong for all of our sakes that I pursue this creature, made sweeter by the fact that Issaic will let me into his library if we complete such as task. 11th of Makren Kaleb and I had a long talk about encountering this construct in the ruined town of Amber. If he perished, his soul would be absorbed into the creature and it certainly wanted him dead. He seemed distraught, and it came as no surprise when he ran off in the middle of the night. Perhaps I should have stopped him, but who am I to force him into such a situation? I will however miss his quick wit and his music to listen to while sitting by the campfire.

12th of Makren Another run-away! The mysterious Sir David disappeared as well. Perhaps he returned to report us to the church, although I have not mentioned my affiliation to Phieran. 13th of Makren It seems there is no end to the type of crazy people one meets in the adventuring life. We encountered this strange naked human who was keen on using small knives and his fists in combat, and spurned all armor. The encounter nearly turned violent; however I was able to calm them down. Joshua seemed intent on hurting the strange fellow named Rhannon, although I cant quite blame him. The strangest abominations were being created in this dungeon. They seemed like animated suits of armor merged with the flesh of man. They are an affront to Nature herself, the hideous creations of Man. Horrid creatures, I found as they seemed to absorb all fire I threw at them. I shall have to utilize different forms of evocation to defeat these creatures; maybe I can harm them with electrical bursts

The half man, half machine creatures I discovered. Phieran weeps

14th of Makren By the seventh level of the Elysian Fields, I have never seen a more grotesque arcane creation such as the lab we just excited. Limbs were strewn about in pools of blood and oil. Heads were savagely places with spikes upon these hybrid creations. Each and every one seemed intent on murdering us without any attempts at parlaying. We rescued many hostages from their labs, a mercenary caravan that was abducted. Two guards decided to join us as a favor, a cleric named Derek, and a man skilled with a crossbow called Gilean. We were unable to find the construct, but I suspect based on evidence that he is currently in Dorthkell, the orcish nation. I pray that Joshua is able to contain his rage while we are there. Ah, I almost forgot, I acquired a rod of some notable power which allows me supreme flexibility over my lesser magicks, which proved to be of quite some use. We now journey back to Issaic in the hopes he can teleport us to Dorthkell.

Dorthkell Capital of the Orcs

21st of Makren Dorthkell was a disaster. Immediately upon teleporting in we were assaulted by vile necromancers and some nasty orcs armed with spiked clubs. Joshua was admittedly quite efficient at putting these orcs down, however he attacked civilians in a blind rage. The abyss damned fool he is clearly insane with hatred. I nearly killed him on the spot, but then I would be no better than Joshua himself. I removed his bow from him and we swiftly fled. It was fortunate for us that I had prepared a spell to disguise my features as an orc, and more fortunate that I spent years in my youth perfecting orcish. I succeeded in contacting an underground resistance and whisked the group to safety. There, I negotiated a deal in which if we freed slaves from an arena they would help us escape and give us information on Issiacs construct. We met a heavily muscled, but unintelligent man named Darren. He didnt talk much, but it looked like he knew how to wield that massive falchion.

Joshua enraged, after the slaughter Of ten innocent orc civilians

22nd of Makren It turns out the crazy mans penchant for fighting unarmed came in use today. We pretended that he was a prisoner, and I disguised myself as an orchish merchant. My plan went perfectly as I spoke that guttural tongue with no slips, getting us right to the arena boss. Rhannon had to wrestle an orc to prove his strength and succeeded. The orcish wizard was no match for my magic and Darrens greatsword. I am glad we sent away the poor innocent body guards before the brawl, as they would have surly died. Oddly enough Joshua decided to bet on the match instead of killing orcs and as a result he made a large sum of money. We escaped with almost no injuries and freed the slaves. We learned that Issaics construct was roaming a fort outside Dorthkell and set out to escape via the sewers. The ever popular spell among those vile drow-webensured our escape by ensnaring our foes with its tangling strands. While I may be reduced in power my intellect remains untouched and I find myself adapting to most situations by manipulating the lesser magicks cleverly. 23rd of Makren We are free of that dangerous city! I could have simply walked over the walls invisibly, but I felt the need to escort the party for their own safety. We travel to Fort Hightower, once a temple to Phieran and now a large gem mine. Most of the treasury of Prince Kades human armies is funded by this fort. Elves and humans remain camped outside; it seems that they cannot break their defenses. Luckily for them, I have arrived and suffer no such setbacks. I shall set out to speak with their leader, Sir Matthew a fellow elf in charge of the camped army. Perhaps I should let me know of my own rank of General in the elven army to ensure ingress

24th of Makren I am writing this inside Fort Hightower. We entered and cleared out a few orcs who would not parley because Joshua shot them down on sight. We ventured through another laboratory filled with the hideous constructs. They are becoming more humanoid by the day, probably because of all the innocents they bring in to slaughter. It was in the mines where we discovered something new, something of great power. It was one of the constructs clad in red metallic armor, which was propelled by some mechanical device. My spell to bind him failed when he proved capable of shooting red hot fire from all of his vents, incinerating everything. It was only with the blessing of Dereks god that we survived the encounter. I should leave some gold in the churches coffers next time I see one. I identified a powerful magic bow, attuned to more accurately seek the blood of orcs. Joshua just became a lot more terrifying, partly in fact because the strange creature recognized him. How this self-proclaimed Perfect is affiliated with the dour ranger is beyond me. The last race that believed in perfection-the damnable dragons-enslaved my people and I swear that these constructs wont be able to do the same. 25th of Makren What a strange coincidence! The cleric I sent off earlier, Thareth Lathaira, was with some other clerics who were trying to reclaim the mine. Having performed that deed for them I gifted them with the 20000 silver pieces we had found stored in the mine, to start rebuilding. Then something strange happened. This odd mark that Issiac had revealed on me earlier began to glow. The clerics began a ritual which knocked me out and caused the mark to grow. I must admit to surprise when I found out that the mark was a gift from Pheiran himself! The blood of a god runs through my veins, and it is through him which I channel my powers of healing. The implications of this are simply astounding. If I recall the text of Uthgars Citrine Wall of Finality properly, this means I have a chance to ascend to godhood myself Truly now more than ever I

must strive to do what is right and good in order to ascend and deliver unto the elves a time of peace, prosperity, and revenge against our oppressors. The mark now on my chest, created by the blood of Phieran himself

26th of Makren Joshua remained strangely silent for the past two days. He did not spit as was customary when we encountered orcs. Instead he acted like an automaton he simply went about his motions without thought or care. Perhaps he is ruminating on the encounter with the perfect. For whatever reason he acted thusly I am grateful, because I was able to negotiate surrender with the orcish wizard in charge of the fort. We were able to stop fighting and reclaim the fort although Sir Matthew warned me he would personally be in a lot of trouble if Prince Kade found out we parlayed. I have decided to deliver the news personally to Prince Kade and let him know that we have an inside ally now with the orcs who could stop this war! 29th of Makren We were betrayed! Upon delivering the news to Prince Kade he immediately arrested us! My allies brutally murdered the innocent guards posted the poor men were just doing their job. To his credit, the massive man Darren laid down his arms and accepted his arrest. I cast a useful spell to gift my fingers with the tensile strength and agility of a spider crafted by my old friend Eyllon and escaped outside the window. I then simply turned invisible by reflecting all light away from me, and climbed over the city wall. I now camp outside waiting for news of the murderous fools to reach me. I

am shocked that a cleric of the Travelling God would murder innocents without a thought. I expected it from Joshua, but from Derek?

Prince Kade of Ebonrow

29th of Makren I had a talk with Joshua about my youth tonight. I do not wish to go into details, for I am sure every scholar can read of Caelthalsur in any of the elvish histories or songs, but I mentioned the brashness and callousness of my younger, more powerful self. The war with the dragons and the sacrifices that had to be made well I can only help showing Joshua that it is not too late to change may help him mend his ways. 30th of Makren Today, I grieve. During the night the strange construct we were hired to eliminate appeared. Luckily Derek and I were able to hide him from Joshua, as we had previously talked about finding a magical way to fix the poor soul. He had no say in being created evil, and as it turns out he repents heavily for what has happened. He talked to us for a long time about his uncontrollable urges to murder which grow less each time he does. The people he was murdering were once evil, after all. I feel strongly

that murdering this creature makes us no worse than it, after all. I question myself, does it have a soul? Yes, it can think and it can feel, but does it exist in the eyes of any god? It is simply a creature animated by magic, is it any different than a stick which I give the power to fly, or a rock I transmute into a possum? Then I recall a strange fellow who claims that all life started from inanimate objects and that we are all just a combination of alchemical properties strangely able to reason. I know I possess a soul and if the strange fellow was correct then perhaps this construct does too. For if he shows remorse for his killings that must mean he can distinguish right from wrong and thus must have a conscious. It is not his fault he was created evil and I shall convince Issiac to remedy this somehow; there must be some magic to fix this in that library of his. But I digress, perhaps because I wish to avoid talking of the issue at hand. We were ambushed by a dragon last night. Caught off-guard we struggled to defend ourselves but Derek was incinerated by its powerful breath. We were doomed to fail I had used most of my spells earlier in the day and Joshuas arrows did not seem to pierce its skin. We were saved by an unexpected source the construct heroically leaped right onto the dragon and wrestled with it! Using an old reliable dragon-slaying spell, I managed to slay it with missiles of pure force. It would seem I havent forgotten everything I knew about fighting those vile creatures. We buried Derek and I made a small marker on his grave. Perhaps Heironeous was punishing his for his murderous ways earlier, or maybe he just got unlucky. All I know is that the prospect of just travelling with Joshua is not pleasing and without the calming presence of Derek this could go sour very quickly. We now travel to Pylos to return the construct to Issiac and receive our reward.

Derek could not have sacrificed himself to fight a more fearsome or evil beast. Slain by my own hand, and just the beginning of a long road to freedom.

7th of Bellan I am furious at that wizard and Joshua! I am surrounded by fools and murderous imbeciles who possess not a scrap of a conscious between them! I cannot even write of the events that just transpired today, I need some time to think. 8th of Bellan I struggle to remain calmer now, but I must scribe what has occurred so people can know what transpired. We brought back the construct safely and immediately Joshua and I got into an argument about the fate of the poor creature that had just

saved our lives. He insisted on murdering it for its crimes, while I insisted that it was created evil and wished to repent. By murdering it we would commit the same crime it did! It nearly turned violent when he nocked an arrow to his bow. I made ready a necromantic spell to render him blind if he should shoot blind in body just like he was blind to justice and compassion. The foolish illusionist Issiac stopped this by separating us into cages of force of which I knew no arrow or magic could pierce. He then, in plain sight of me, cast an enormous blast of lightning which destroyed the construct, killing him in cold blood. I was furious and yelled at Issiac, admonishing him for his crime and his terrible misuse of magic. Issiac created the creature due to his idiocy, he was responsible for what it did, and he had the power to fix it but instead destroyed it! He blithered on about rewards for us the books he had promised me for the murder which I did not commit. I went to this library in the hopes of finding some sort of spell to fix the construct. Abjurations and Adjucations was of no help, neither was Grellogs Guide to Boccobs Glyphs. Bigbys Book of Creation and Transmutation proved useless, as well as The Power of The Wizard - The Earth, The Planes, and the Magical Path to Enlightenment. However in my research I stumbled upon something which I was not expecting. A grand statue of myself, emblazed with a large plaque, and resting upon it was my famous shield! The very shield that took the talon of the dragon Parthaxinon and did not shatter, the same shield which contained the spell which brought down the dragon Baeltharion, shining resplendently with its mithril coat. He also granted me my old spell books containing all my knowledge of the lesser magics as well as several of the other books I penned in my youth. I am glad I did not spend 40 years writing the Ithkarian Pact for no reason and that people still read the Elven Wars of Oppression 300 years later. Joshua was indeed surprised to learn of my past that I commanded the elvish armies against the dragons and that I was responsible for listening to the song of magic and capturing its melody into the arcane spells widely used today. I could tell he was shaken, but he only commented that the

plaque also mentioned I was slain in battle with the great red dragon Karthexian. As far as apologizing goes, I suppose Issiac did try, however I cannot forgive him for what he has done quite yet. 12th of Bellan We met with a royal advisor to Prince Kade who informed us that all of Ebonrow was not for the invasion for in this reckless assault they left Ebonrow wide upon to the other orcish armies. Together we formulated a plan to rescue the heir, Prince Richard, rightful heir to the throne who had gone missing and start a mercenary army to overthrow Prince Kade. Also present was a construct named Adamant who defected from the other creatures who were joining with Prince Kades army. I put aside my dislike for Joshua briefly as Issiac insisted he help us with this plot to save the prince. After all, maybe this path of righteousness could help cure the hatred in his heart. We set out to seek the mercenary General Talren in his fortress, as he had last seen Prince Richard. 16th of Bellan We encountered another stranger who said his god told him to follow us. Why all these pious adventures are drawn to us, I do not know. However he does not seem to follow any particular deity yet has access to divine healing. An oddity for sure, but I will not complain as long as he helps keep Joshua in check. 18th of Bellan We arrived at the fort but were unable to meet with General Talren. He will see us on the morrow; his lieutenant mentioned that he was desperately trying to equip his troops in case the orcs in the surrounding area attack. I dont think they will be foolish to assault this heavily armed fortress in the middle of the ni

19th of Bellan We were ambushed by orcs! They made it inside the castle and were just at my rooms. We fought through the inside where I bested an orcish wizard in a battle of magic, rescuing some unarmed soldiers along the way. I thank Pheiran each day for the power his blood gives me to save those poor people who would otherwise perish. We encountered a massive troll who had a barrel of what Adament called black powder that was used in explosives. I was able to cast a powerful ray of flame to detonate the barrel right in his hands as he was about to throw it. The resulting detonation caved off the entire wall, stopping any orcs from gaining entrance to the keep and killing the troll in the process. Never underestimate the power of a well-placed weaker spell. We then ran outside to the walls where we saw two guards desperately trying to stop over a hundred orcs, bugbears and orcish wizards backed by catapults. Using the only spell I had memorized and standard elvish tactics I stopped a catapult with strands of web. Adamant bravely charged the field of battle while Joshua rained countless arrows upon his hated orcs, each finding their marks. I could feel moral weakening due to their sheer numbers when a strange man pulled out an enormous double axe with strings across the center and began to play a ballad unlike any I had heard before. With his strange magicks my blade burst into flame, and with my heart bolstered by this strange man I drew my sword and leapt into a breach. I would have made my old fighting instructor Elodin proud as I single-handedly slew countless invaders and stopped their ingress. After what seemed an eternity of fighting the last of the orcs were slain, my sword running red with their blood. I stood amongst a pile of corpses, my mind clearing of its rage. We had won the day.

The defenders fought bravely today against the orcs 20th of Bellan Talren charged us with leading and forming the army after we saved his troops. Joshua and I had prior military experience, and this proved to make the task easier.

After all, I personally knew all of the generals that the history books write of firsthand and thus could easily create an impressive army. 25th of Bellan Great news! During the middle of the night I was treated to a great surprise. The construct had been re-forged by Issiac and dubbed Michael! I suppose the doddering old man finally realized the truth of my words and found his conscious. Perhaps I judged him too early; after all I was a bit reckless when I was young too. Michael sent us on a quest like those in the novels I read as a young elf we were to rescue a child sent from the planes of the Elysian Fields, held captive by strange insectoid creatures. Joshua is grumbling at this, but I hope he realizes that not all slaughter is for pleasure and that we can save innocent lives with our violent means. 0th of Bellan I am constantly reminded that my imprisonment for over 300 years in the center of the world has caused my some memory loss. For how else could I have forgotten about the powerful sword, Dragonsunder, which I created to fight our hated enemies. I had thought all my magical items were destroyed by my own spell that unravels all magic, no matter how strong. I regret creating such a spell dubbed Caelthalsurs Disjunction but at the time it seemed necessary to win the war However, I was wrong as it seems Dragonsunder survived the magical assault by that cursed Karthexian. With his help I slew many ogres that held the boy hostage and found him held captive by a powerful ogre mage. He tried to pit his magic against mine, and found himself lacking evil never learns. I destroyed his invisibility and returned his blast of cold with a fireball that detonated in a cacophonous roar incinerating his two minions. Seeing himself unable to combat me in a magical duel, he made the mistake of engaging me in melee combat. Taking a glancing blow from his oversized club I returned the favor with Dragonsunder. As I slid my blade out of his gut the boy was freed and returned to the village. With Dragonsunder, my trusty mithral

shield, and the return of the memory of my most powerful magic at my side, nothing can stop the righteous justice I intend to deliver.

Dragonsunder

5th of Haod We journey now to where we suspect Prince Richard is held, in a heavily guarded fortress far from Ebonrow. It has patrols guarding the outside and only one clear entrance in the front; it should not be easily to assault. I do not wish to harm any of the innocent guards of Ebonrow guarding the prince, this will be difficult. I suspect we may be able to enter through the underground waterway nearby. 7th of Haod The waterway did indeed lead into the castle, however it was guarded by creatures I had researched in Twelve Unsolvable Mazes of the Demon King Talthorik and Other Realms And Creatures Contained Within beings of pure water energy from Plane of Water. Subduing them was difficult whilst underwater, but we managed. Joshua and I knocked out two guards at the entrance, and we made our way throughout the complex. Several of the perfects were guarding also, and had to be destroyed and they only aimed to kill on sight. They dont seem perfect to me, as I was easily able to destroy them with lightning strikes and Dragonsunder. Two of the metallic red types we saw earlier guarded the Prince himself, and were dispatched with ruthless

efficiency. We were greeted by bittersweet news the constructs had infected the Prince with some arcane virus that transformed himself into a half-construct. Technically his heart no longer beat, he did not need to eat or sleep, and he was in all medical terms, dead. This may adversely affect his right to the throne, not to mention the atrocity of his body being subjugated to that torture. I feel terribly for the poor man, although he does not seem to mind all too much. He doesnt have the elven view of nature that I was raised with, or he would understand what a shame and perversion of nature he became.

The powerful assassins were no match for my magic

2th of Haod We returned to General Talren with Prince Richard and finalized preparations for war. I was knighted in the service of a second nation, Ebonrow, along with the rest of us. While I will always remain true to the elves, I do not mind fighting for the righteous cause that Prince Richard serves. Tomorrow we ride into battle against our own nation in the hopes of saving it. Tomorrow we confront Prince Kade and his treacherous ways, we will show him that might does not make right. We will show

him that those he thinks he can enslave with his tyranny will fight back in the name of freedom and righteousness. Tomorrow we ride to war! Unknown By the light of Pheiran, I am at a loss for words. I am sitting captive in a jail cell currently with seemingly no captors. I do not know how long I have been unconscious, only that I seem to have lost all feeling in my body. We lostwe lost.. I sit and wait for my captors to show their face, yet none arrive. Until then, I suppose I should write of what happened on that fateful day. I do not know why they left me my journal, but at least I have solace in that someone hopefully will read of the treachery that occurred on the 13th of Haod. I commanded the battle with the usual calmness that overtakes me on the field. The young army of Prince Kade could not stand against the military might of the mercenary veterans led by an elven general of lore. My squad carved a path through their heart of their routed army, as I enacted the same strategy General Patreous used against the dragon army at Hoolwatch. We rode valiantly against the last remaining enemy Prince Kade. He charged at us laughing, as he enacted a large cage of force around Joshua, Adament, the favored soul of some god, and I. We parlayed, I implored him to surrender and be judged for his crimes. He resisted and strangely started talking to Joshua telling him to remember who he really was. That was when all that I was worried about came to pass. Joshua seized up on the floor and I cast a spell to render Kade blind, such that his magics would fail. Amazingly he resisted the spell he had turned himself into a perfect, just like he wanted to do with all of humanity. That was when the arrow hit me square in the chest. Blood spurting from my lips, I turned to see Joshua holding a bow, his eyes coldly robotic. Issiac must have removed his memory of his previous days, for Joshua used to be an assassin of all non-perfects. Apparently he wasnt perfect as his hatred for orcs remained and Prince Kade was able to restore his old memory. I swiftly turned

invisible to flee and recuperate but Prince Kade used the same spell I employed earlier to render me visible, which blinded me for a short time. Panicking, I had Dragonsunder direct a powerful bolt of lightning intended to destroy Joshua, and reduced him to an inactive state by the sound of it. However Prince Kades foul magic proved too strong he not only healed Joshua but also trapped my body in chains. I recognized the spells from their vile words alone. The last thing I remember was the arching pain of two arrows entering right above my heart, and another into my lung. I must have passed out, held rigid by the chains. Now, I awaken in this prison. The fate of the party is unknown. Aha! I spot something glittering in the rubble across from my cell, perhaps it is a key? 8th of Rathon I now know that three months have passed since the battle and betrayal. I have recovered some of my magical items, but Dragonsunder remains missing. Ill bet that foul traitor stole it, as he was always eyeing it. I still do not know how I ended up in the cell, but I was able to escape. It turned out to be a facility to turn people into perfects. I was unsuccessfully converted, and was brought back to a mere mockery of life by an alchemist. Words cannot express the pain I feel at being a undead monster which most people destroy on sight. Thank Pheiran than I still possess my mental capabilities and I am not driven by a need to murder the living. I feel out of tune with everything holy to me. Indeed, my body rejects the holy energies of Pheiran which he gifted to me. The shame of loss means nothing to the fact that I, possibly the last surviving elf with the blood of Pheiran cannot ascend not while I am in this state. My trust of Joshua to redeem himself may have caused the elves their chance at redemption. I must find a cleric to fix this problem; I must atone for Pheiran for whatever sin I committed to deserve such a punishment. I also rescued a strange half-dragon creature from the labs. Were it not a devout paladin of Heironeous I would have considered leaving him there. After Joshua, how

could I trust the spawn of a dragon? He claims to be raised by elves but I remain suspect, no elf would take in a dragonspawn. I will be watching him closely. We travel to a nearby port city in search of help. I have decided to travel as Feraess Hamah, no need for anyone to hear of the supposedly deceased Caelthalsur. Heh, this is the second time I was presumed dead

The dragonspawn called itself Belseroth

10th of Rathon I must resign myself to accepting there is much evil in this world. In a tavern we saved a crazed man in a jester mask from several assassins. He crackled manically and seemed to be quite insane. From his assailants I deemed him to be involved in the underground black market, and he may be able to find me a cleric who will not destroy my unholy body at first sight. 11th of Rathon Oh by the grace of Pheiran I have quite the task set out before me. It seems to redeem myself in the eyes of my god I must slay a lich. Not just any lich, but the selfsame

evil character who betrayed me back in the temple of Heironeous. This lich is stopping the port city from trading, which has caused a blockade. The highest priest of Boccob is unable to arrive, and is demanding payment of 250,000 silver pieces to cast this spell! The slaying of the lich will reward us with 300,000 silver pieces, so the crazed man known as Six, and the paladin Belseroth travel with us. We must find passage on a ship to travel a dangerous lake to find this lichs lair. 12th of Rathon It would seem that in the months which I wasabsent that perfects had spread around the world. News reaches me that Prince Kade is still fighting the orcs, and winning, and that Prince Richard and General Talren lead the resistance. In a tavern where we hired a ship I encountered a perfect by the name of Seeker who also sought to end the evil lichs reign of terror. He was odd; he sought to perfect himself by observing others in all forms. He reckoned that humanity and all natural things possessed an innate capability to exceed their capabilities. I do not disagree, I just believe that nothing is perfect not even the gods. He certainly has a long journey ahead of him. I decided to have some fun with the local sailors and engaged them in a drinking contest. Seeker and I won easily, for I could not get drunk when my blood did not flow. We secured passage on a ship, and set out for the lichs island. 13th of Rathon Our ship was attacked by three hags Seeker was immediately paralyzed. Luckily for him I was able to unweave the enchantment they had placed upon him, and my arrows took down another hag. Just when we thought we were safe another, much more dangerous beast attacked. A giant abeloth rose from the depths and surprised us all. The paladin struck at it mightily, and the jesters strange dance inspired me. It absorbed much of my blast of fire, and Seeker jumped upon it pounding at it with only his fists. He was able to destroy the creature while upon his dead, bringing it to

the depths. We had to get him from the bottom of the sea, luckily with some treasure the creature held.

The seas proved dangerous

17th of Rathon We landed on the island and travelled for some ways, coming upon a decrepit building. I sensed a strong aura of negative energy around it, something evil clerics mingle with. Indeed, inside were a horde of undead and a powerful cleric. Once again I battled with another spell caster, and my years of experience proved superior to his might. He struggled to cast a spell as I pelted him with missiles of force. Inside the

temple the paladin destroyed the alter and was struck with a terrible curse for doing so. I found a powerful rod which I ascertained to cast the polar opposite of the energy surrounding the building it made all area holy. We also found some nautical charts leading to the lichs true lair, which we could not read. Then, while sleeping we were attacked yet again. I must put up better wards around the camp; this seems to happen all too often. With the help of a skilled elf and several scrolls I carried in case of emergencies we destroyed a hydra and another hag. I have learned my lesson, this island is dangerous.

18th of Rathon On the way back to the elf Sorrells ship, we were attacked by a strange plant creature surrounded by smaller invisible creatures. I had not read about the giant plant anywhere in Roland's Taxonimy of Monsters, I must make an addendum. It immediately grabbed and swallowed Seeker into its gullet which seemed to be bubbling acid. It grabbed me and tried to do the same, but I was able to translocate myself just as it tried to swallow me. That is exactly when Seeker surprised me. As Six danced, the paladin struck at it and I prepared a powerful spell to strike it down. An enormous tree burst forth from its gaping maw causing it extreme pain. Its stomach bulged from the roots and branches protruding from it, its belly expanded from all odd angles. Sorrell thought quickly and lit the tree on fire with an arrow as Seeker climbed his way out of the now deceased monster. In all of my years I have never seen anything like that. Seeker turned out to be the prior owner of a Qual Token which elves use for planting new forests, and replacing old trees used for homes. The ship was captained by the self-same bard as in the fortress, Erik Adams! We spoke at length about Ebenrow, and it seems that Prince Kade is destroying the orcs. He was glad to see us and invited us to dinner, where we all drank and feasted to his great drinking songs. We were woken to the screams of Six, as another assassin attempted to

end his insane life. Seeker disposed of him easily, and I confronted Six about the assassins. He spoke of some shady guild he had been a part of which decided to remove him forcefully. He has been fleeing from them ever since, and revealed his burnt and scarred face. This explains his apparent insanity anyone would be mentally scarred when being hunted for months or years. We approach port where I shall stock on scrolls and items to fight a lich. Soon, I shall be cured of this terrible curse. 19th of Rathon I am currently writing this from a cabin on a new boat our old one isnt sea-worthy anymore. We were passing through treacherous waters when we hit a coral reef in the midst of a storm, and crashed upon an uncharted island. Of course, this island was inhabited by pirates who swiftly took us all prisoner. We escaped our jail cell to learn it was the island of the Dread Pirate Roberts, the Dragon of the Sea. In a daring escape we managed to fight our way free of the prison without any weapons or armor, recapture our gear, and that is when the Dread Pirate returned. He was a massive half-dragon who fought in utter darkness. He nearly killed both Belsoroth and Seeker before Sorrell and I were able to take him down. We took his ship, and now set sail for port. 23rd of Rathon We set about purchasing a powerful spell that would render any un-life back to the abyss where it belongs, but alas we were short of funds. A bounty notice on the head of an enchantress caught Sorrells eye, and we have contacted the local church. Apparently a powerful wizard named Wen Histani has stolen a sword from the vault of the church of the merchants and with this can enact a ritual which will give her great power. This sword is known as the Sword of Lust which sounds familiar, but for the life of me I cannot remember where I recognize this name from

29th of Rathon We have arrived in the city of Kaer Maga it is a vile den of thieves. Bums and other low-lives tugged at my robes begging for copper, instead of working to earn their bread. I shall need a good shower, posthaste. We have met a local merchant who is being oppressed by the enchantress, and we have made a deal to protect him in return for information. The damnable charlatans shop is full of fake magical items anywaythis abuse of magic sickens me. 30th of Rathon The thugs stood no chance to our prepared ambush; although I did not enjoy hiding in the streets for hours, the smell was almost unbearable. We dispatched them with ease, and now plan to infiltrate Wens lair. I suspect it shall be deadly indeed, but I am no stranger to wizards lairs and trust in my magic to see me through this no mage has bested me to date. 22nd of Pejah I am truly humbled. I have seen majesties in this world which scarce few others could claim to have witnessed. I have seen the great Elven city of Thranduil before its fall, I have beheld the beauty of Her Majesty Luthien Tinuviel before her passing, I have seen the wonder of the soaring peaks of the Mountains Beyond The Pale topped with snow, but I have never in my life seen anything like the 7th layer of the Elysian fields. My memories of my time are scarce I recall the fiendish creature lunging at me with its vile spear and the sweet release from undeath, however I only recall pieces of what I have seen after my second death, if you will. I have a strong sense of beauty and splendor which I cannot express in a medium such as writing a feeling of righteousness and contentment which I have not felt since I lounged in the pools in Thranduil. I recall nothing of which transpired during this time, but Belsoroth informs me that I possessed a human wizard and worked great magic through him.

There is but one memory I still possess, for it is burned into my consciousness the death of a white dragon in the lichs liar. The dragon was bound and helpless. I slew it with my sword showing it no mercy, like his kind had showed no mercy to any of my kind. Belseroth was furious at my slaughter of an innocent as if any dragon was innocent. 3rd of Karn It has been some time and momentous events have occurred. The lich turned out to be none other than the traitorous cleric Davorin. He was no lich in actuality, but rather a necromancer who hoarded undead minions because he feared to pass from this world. Deep in his lair we encountered him me through the mind of a wizard trapped in his dungeon but he was not alone. I expected him to have backup but I could have sworn on my seven hundred years that the bastard Joshua would have appeared. I immediately conjured tentacles from a nether dimension which took hold of the hundreds of Joshuas construct companions, but he was as slippery as always and escaped. I blasted both Joshua and the necromancer with the most intense bolt of lightning I had conjured yet (perhaps there was a link between my possession and the charge of my magicks) and destroyed the both of them with no small help from Seeker, Sorrell and Belseroth. Joshua and the lich were no more. I knew this time would come but I can scarcely believe it. Prince Kade is next

Davorin the lich is no more

15th of Karn Some loose ends needed to be tied off before confronting Prince Kade. First we needed to stop the wizard from gaining control of the Seventh Sword of Sin. That vile sword was created by an old acquaintance of mine, who stole the secrets from my creation of Dragonsunder, but warped them to his needs to dominate the weak minded. I could not allow this sword to fall into the wrong hands. We returned to see her underground fortress even more fortified. We braved many levels of traps, demons and devils including a fearsome Vrock summoned from the sixty-third layer of the Abyss. A mummy lord and vampire trapped in an old tomb, elementals of pure rock, and other fantastical creatures were bent to her will. One by one each creature fell before our combined might. A pet dragon (I knew then without a doubt she was a fool, who keeps an evil creature such as that as a friend or pet?) accompanied by an ensorcelled Djinn used magicks as strong as I once commanded to blast unfortunate Sorrell in a prismatic beam of light. With the help of Elandri , whom I had unraveled her pathetic enchantments on, we found our revenge. We finally confronted the evil enchantress deep in her lair where she was protected through many spells. Once again my magic proved stronger as I stripped her of all her protections while Seeker crushed her skull between his hands. It was then that the tricky illusionist stole away with the sword before I could use it to complete the ritual to create an item to destroy the construct army led by Prince Kade! I knew myself stronger than the enchantress and I knew that I could have completed the ritual avoiding the evil magick surrounding it I had protections from it after all! I employed divinations using a powerful magic device in her lair and transposed myself right in front of him, unraveling his petty illusion magic and subduing him. It was then that I recognized him as a disillusioned scout who served in the Dragon Wars alongside me who feared all power, as he feared I would be unable to control the swords power. The fool. However it was too late as he had destroyed the sword in an underground volcano in her lair. The group disbanded after this betrayal and I made off with all of the enchantress powerful items. With

this great magic I can create myself a new tower to live in and a new city around it. I do not need those fools who only hold me back. I shall rebuild a city to rival those of old and bring down the dragons corruption now. The elves time of oppression is now. I held back once before and now I know never to make that mistake again.

The enchantress almost performed the ritual for her perverted needs