Lillian, my beloved, it’s 5 Zarantyr, 999 YK, and these tales of Josephine’s are no tales at all: The dogmole one was when I was sent on a mission by Maelor, the Vice Chancellor of the Arcane Congress (he was the reason I implored you to seek refuge within the House, although that seems to have subsided now), the criminals was where we took the Orien Express to Vedykar in persuit of Gabriel, the bloody lich, and uncovered corruption leading back to Elia Trustran, but that should be sorted – I sent word to Eraina d’Deneith herself exposing Elia Trustran’s involvement with the attempted assassination on Princess Corinne’s life and subsequent murders, which led us to undertake some quests to garner favour of King Kaius III, and the… ah… ‘jousting’ was to keep up pretenses so we could secretly acquire King Kaius III’s real crown, and Nug, Lyn’s steed that was changed to this horse spider hybrid happened in the Dead Grey Mist when we went to the Mournland to discover Gabriel’s plans.
This is very troubling news, who is your host within the House? The only reason I can think for my letters being burned would be some form of backlash from my recent posting to the Knights Arcane, where I disobeyed the orders to return Luna and Lyn to Janniks, under Maelor’s instruction, for execution for having read the Draconic Prophecy. Has the house at least told you that I now have a dragonmark? When was my last letter that you received? Lyn has suggested that it could be Josephine that has been receiving the letters, burning them, and then using the contents for her tales, but I told him it was absurd. Tell Josephine that I have her picture up on my wall, she is very talented.
That’s great news, Lillian, what’s brought about the change in his grades? Oh, Lillian, tell him that swords are great, but lances are where it’s at. Well, when mounted of course. Oh, I have acquired a new weapon. It’s a magical haft, which takes the shape of any one handed martial weapon I choose! Damien would LOVE it, and he would love my goat steed, Raizor. A thought just occurred to me – I may have a way to fool the Test of Syberis, and it involves my new friend Dak. I’ll ask she if she can help.
Oh, by the way, you know how Josephine loves centaurs? Well earlier we encountered a Centaur, only instead of a human torso, it was that of a dark elf, and where the horse body usually is, there was a spider one. Because it wasn’t a Centaur, Lillian, it was a Drider. Bloody disgusting. That’s not even the worst part, Lily. I was paralyzed for the entire combat! Some stupid teleporting spider bit me and died from its folly, but paralyzed me.
Before all of that happened though, did you know that there is a massive expanse of tunnels, caverns, and halls beneath Arcanix? We’ll be heading back down the tunnels tomorrow – we need to resupply first. It’s actually fascinating down there, and judging by how far down we’re going, plus all the weird creatures we’re encountering, it’ll probably lead us to Khyber itself!
Yesterday, not long after Lyn donned a new suit of armour. Lilly, he was naked. An ooze dissolved his armour. Plus, it’s magical. I actually had asked Zachariah, Valla, Anya and… Seev to doff the armour of a fallen Duergar to have Lyn wear, when we remembered that I was carrying spare armour. Oh, Lyn and Luna have their own adventuring school that joined us down in the tunnels. I think it was like work experience, or an excursion. We have now given them a quest, and they will get some rewards. I remember how they felt!
Down in the tunnels, we stumbled upon a 9ft tall stone fiend that reeked from Transmutation magic, and he had a trident with a head that was distinctly Evocation, which our new companion Dak wanted to keep. She’s actually under the employ of Adahl ir’Wyrnam and has been assigned to keep us out of trouble after he found we had been to the Mournland, that we were trying to subvert the Draconic Prophecy, and that Luna had died, but judging by how eager she was to enter that… Drider den, I’d say she’s just like the rest of us.
There were other statues that looked to be dwarves casting some sort of ritual, but they weren’t magical, and there was a portal that gleamed with Abjuration magic – I sent my quasit through to investigate, but he couldn’t see much. When he re-appeared, there was a lot of water.
Xenobia mentioned that we were under Lake Galifar – do you remember a few months ago there was a draining of Lake Galifar, and Silver Lake flooded? Well, if I had to guess. Yes, Lillian, good Marshall work is done through a methodically, procedural approach, supported by evidence, and not guess work… but sometimes my guessing DOES pay off. So, my guess would be that the fiend opened the portal to Lake Galifar, but was stopped and turned to stone. Since fiends can’t be killed, it was the only way to stop it. I wonder, though, if that was recent, or if the fiend was a Navakti, I mean, Rakshasa Raja. I’ll need to speak to Diego about it.
After that, we explored a little further, and oh, I have a great idea. Lyn, I found out, is terrified of Banshees – we encountered some and he spent the entire combat cowering in the corner, so for our next disguise party, you dress as a Banshee, and I’ll bring L – no! Lyn has mentioned that he wants to meet you, so you need to disguise yourself as a Banshee for your first meeting! HA HA HA HA HA HA. I mean, to be fair there were about a dozen of them, we probably shouldn’t have opened the door marked “Danger Do Not Open”, but it was in a strange Duergar language, so it could have meant ‘Welcome, have some Tea’ for all I knew, and besides, there was another locked door beyond that one with more writing, and as Felix Fairfax once said, “In a dungeon, beware the door that welcomes, and ignore the one that rebuffs”.
P.S You know how you’re always at me for always leaving and entering through the side of the house? It turns out, Xenobia, Luna, Dak, Lyn and I have that in common. I promise I will check the front door each day I’m at Foxglove Manor from now on.