Bracha, 21st of Darkember, 942 P.C. - Fiona's Journal

Perhaps if I write this down it will sone how get them to leave me alone.

I know that they can hear me, they can hear everything and know everything, how could they not know that this would happen?

But I must not let these things shake my faith, I have dedicated myself to him for 10 years now and I'm know that him and his fellow gods are seething at what has happened.  All but one, the one that weeps quietly, whose voice is more of a whisper to me.

But to my task, for as I have learned from my family history, nothing is certain and even I might not make it to the end of this trial.  If so, perhaps this information will help the others.

This is what I know.

Father needs his harp
Grandfather needs his ring
Grandmother needs her staff
Great-Aunt needs her chalice....

Palast, 16th of Darkember, 943 P.C. - Willow's Journal

Taywin and the others have left.  They say that they are heading South towards Ergoth and Foghaven Vale.

I can't help be feel a bit distressed though, considering what I found in the groups rooms when I went to tidy up.

With all of the tumult that has happened the last few weeks, I would not have been surprised that something like that might happen in this town.

It's just that... well these sort of things don't happen around here too often.

I hesitate to tell Elric, but I see no way around it, but I am rambling.  I tend to do that a bit when I'm upset, I suppose it's from dealing with Kender so much.

So, here is what I know.  Xeno, one of the Kagonesti that was a traveling companion to the Orge, I found him dead with out a mark on him.  A Kagonesti in the prime of his life, dead like that, highly unlikely, so I decided to use a spell just to make sure, and my suspicions were confirmed.....

Xeno had been poisoned, one of my people murdered under my very roof. I have no idea what this poison was that killed him, but there is no mistake that someone murdered him. There was even something left behind, as if the person the committed this act was trying to attract attenion to the deed, if not to themselves.  Perhaps it is someone that follows one of the new gods?

I hope that whoever did this is not tracking Taywin and Fiona's group.

I suppose I can't keep this from Elric any longer, the town folk will be in a panic after what else happened tonight...

Linaras, 15th of Darkember, 943 P.C. - Taywin's Journal

Today was by FAR the most interesting day of my life.

There was things to fight, and an exciting if smelly tromp through the sewers!

We found Fiona, and luckily she is.... well..... I mean.... at least she's alive. She seems to be a bit....off, but she's alive.

We also found Samual and the Hell Hounds and well, let's just say that I was NOT the cause of their current condition. 

Apparently they might not have been that bad of folks after all.... I mean evil folks don't come back as Knight Haunts, just let me say it again, I had NOTHING to do with it.

Varian is still alive too, although he's going to need some healing.  Apparently there was much naughtiness at the Keep since we left.  Quite impressive for only a little over a week!

And speaking of naughtiness, apparently Fiona's uncle is now a Death Knight, at least from what Fiona told us when she can concentrate on what we are saying to her.

And then there is Markum...

If Fiona is distracted by the voices in her head, Markum is down right transformed by what happened.  I mean, I missed what happened the last time, but if all of the avatars act this.... odd, it should be a piece of cake to track everyone down.

Cause Markum seems to think that he's Kiri-Jolith.  Which means that we are on our way to find Huma's Lance, which is apparently the artifact that we need.

Except we want to try to find Chislev in the mean time, and for that we are going a bit farther afield to Qualinesti forest.  That should be fun!  Talk more later cause things are just starting to get interesting.

Bracha, 14th of Darkember, 943 P.C. - Willow's Journal

Four days.  Four days since anyone has been seen from the Keep and I'm beginning to get nervous.

The last I saw Markum and Varian was four days ago; they stopped by the Inn to let Elric know that the Lord has decided to call back the troups into the Garrison.  Something about a threat to the area, and everyone needing to be ready for the worse.

Of course that means that Elric has been in charge of the town guard for the last four days, and is doing his best to keep everyone calm.

Fiona.... Fiona I haven't seen since the night the stars changed.  She came to see me, to ask me to help her with something.... something that I dare not even write in this journal.

I went to the gates this morning, to see if anyone was watching the walls, since no one has seen hide nor hair of anyone and I pounded on the doors until my hands bled, but no one answered.

Today Dal and Taywin and the others got back this afternoon (I really need to pay attention to the other's names, it's just rude).  They have decided to try to sneak into the Keep through the servant's entrance.  I would go with them, Fiona has been my charge since she was born, especially since her parent's death, but I think that perhaps it would be better for me to stay here, out of the way.

And be ready for whatever they find.....

Misham, 5th Day of Darkember, 943 P.C. - Taywin's Journal

I was at the epicenter of the most interesting event in the history of Krynn......

No, really, I was.  Honest!

I didn't even do it.....

Promise, I wasn't even there.....

Well, I was there, I just wasn't there-there.

Which was the WORSE thing that could have happened since when I wandered outside tonight to walk around Palanthas (everyone else was in a tizzy about researching all of the Gods) and noticed the stars had changed dramatically and realized that I had missed something Super Spectacular.

I mean, I might not have noticed the constellations changing (Yeah, right!), but the fact that there were much.....less moons in the sky sort of jumps right out at you.

So, from what I have gathered from the rest, while I was walking around the library looking at some books, someone (Dalhar, not me) broke the all powerful artifact that we had been sent to retrieve. I just wish I had been able to tell everyone what I knew about the stupid thing, but .... well......

To quote the Ogre, we broke the pantheon.......

Someone is going to be in BIG trouble, at least for once it's not going to be me.

So, here's what we know, apparently if you just break the artifact, some relatively localized effects happen (people turn into statues, portals to The Beyond open, blah, blah), but if you happen to have the backing of a God or Goddess from The Beyond who is in cahoots with one of OUR Gods or Goddesses and our Traitor lets the Outsider manifest their power on Krynn and breaks the artifact then the whole world turns upside down.

I wonder which of the Dark Gods got tricked in to THAT little bit of silliness.

At least THAT wasn't me either.

So, here we are, not only do we have to return to Ravenskeep (eventually, not looking forward to THAT conversation) but we also need to fix this problem.

This might take a while......

Linras, 1st Day of Darkember, 943 P.C. - Fiona's Journal

I woke up this morning to a world of white.... and Markum pounding on my door.

Apparently my dear Uncle has decided that the ruckus at the Inn needs to be investigated, and no suprise who will be accused today.

From what I heard, Dal has been accused of stealing my uncle's horse, by Lewin through Samual.

I swear I have half a mind to go down to the stables, find the horse, take it to the barracks and tie it to Samual's bunk!

But I have more important things to do.  I had another dream last night.  I saw him again, his green cloak in shadow, his lips moving, trying to tell me something, but no words reached my ears.

I'm sure that Uncle's plan is wrong.  Why would The Bard King would come to me in a vision and it not mean something is beyond me. Which makes me think that Uncle's idea to retrieve The Key from Palanthas is foolish in the extreme.

Perhaps I should make sure that someone that I trust is sent on this mission, someone that will make sure that the artifact does not return to my Uncle.

But who?

Bracha, 28th Day of Gildember, 943 P.C. - Willow's Journal

I would normally be settling in after a very busy Night of the Eye, but tonight was a night like no other.  Cold, and snowing, this is just not right.  Not this far north, not this time of year.  It's barely even fall and we have almost six inches of snow!

The Lord of this Keep seems to not care and while Fiona tries her best, her hands are tied on this.

Even the wolves are out in force tonight.

Fiona, Taywin and Dal graced us with their company for awhile this evening.  Dal even had a few guests, although I'm a bit nervous that there were so many drow in the area, but if Fiona is at ease with these strange elves, I can't really argue the point.

Especially since they were by far not the oddest guests at the inn this evening.

I know that there haven't been ogres in the area since Huma's war, much less an ogre traveling in the company of two of my people. So when they walked into the inn it was defintely something to be noticed.

Did I mention the wolves were prowling tonight?  Samual and his band of ruffians decided to harass Dal.... again, and while I would not trust Fiona's bodyguard any farther than I could throw him, the boys were a bit over the top.

The other dark elf provided a bit of entertainment however, casting a perfectly placed globe of darkness down on Samual's head.

Markum and Varian were, as usual, very helpful, if a bit late in arriving at the party.

I have retired to the kitchen for the moment to let Elric take care of the mess that the squires left behind and to make sure that  Fiona and the others have managed to sneak out the back way safely.