Lilith's Journal: The City of Tentia. Day 2.

Garret's family notes were just one piece in a crazy jigsaw puzzle of our history, and I had a burning desire to put everything together, if nothing to prove that my father was not the man in these books, and that Dalton was no traitor. I would only find that information in the biggest, and most complete library in the known world. Luckily for me, I was in the right place- The City of Tentia!

Aeryn, Garret and I set out for the library while everyone else went to check on Dalton at the castle.

The librarian was LATE, keeping us waiting for what seemed like hours. When the frail old man finally opened the door and let us in, I went to look at the history books. I found lots of info referencing the magus, but nothing specific. I checked the maps and texts, and it quickly became obvious that any and all of the archives with specific Magus history had been REMOVED!

When I talked to the librarian, he looked up the missing books and informed us that the Queen of Tentia had checked them out for the royal library. Those books were public record! What gave her the right to seize every book with anything useful on the Magi! I was outraged, and told the librarian so. He didn't even care! He made some lame excuse about what the queen requests, the queen gets! What makes HER so special?

Well I was not going to settle for this! I marched right up to the castle gates, and demanded to be allowed access to the royal library. The guards let us in, but only after Garret fibbed, and told them we were here to see Roran.

The guards wouldn't even let me near the library. They escorted us directly to Roran's sleeping chambers at the castle hospice. There we met Alaric, Rothus, and Evander. I tried to explain the terrible fate that had befallen the books, but they didn't even care!

One of the clerics was present. He seemed concerned about my agitated state. I tried to explain the importance of getting access to the library but he did not seem terribly moved. I told him that magic was in flux, and that fire magic no longer worked. He shook his head and told me I was being silly, and that nothing was wrong with magic. I tried to show him, by casting spark at him. I knew it wouldn't work, but the priest of Sarnrae clearly overacted and we were seized by the guards and ejected from the castle!

I was VERY put off by our treatment at the castle. When I was done with my research, I was going to send a strongly worded letter to the king about everything.

We reconvened at the Prancing Pony inn for lunch. Apparently to gain access to the castle again we have to make a formal request. I tried to explain to the guard that it had been a HUGE misunderstanding, and that the cleric was never in danger, as I knew fire magic would not work. I was only trying to cast it to show him that it would not work! Evander wrote a letter to the queen requesting an audience, while Garret and I pieced together what limited information we had on the history of the Magi.

Later that day, I hatched a plan to get into the castle and read the books the queen locked up in her personal library. Those books WOULD be returned to the public library!


Lillith's Journal: The City of Tentia. Day 1:

We arrived in Tentia a few days later unmolested thanks to Elwyn Ransom. I didn't even have a chance to properly thank him before he disappeared into the forest as suddenly as he had appeared a few days previous.

I had heard rumors of the capital cities majesty, but could never have imagined the sheer size, and color, and vibrancy of the place by reading about it in books. We were challenged at the gate by guards wearing the orange and golden tabards of the Queen. When they asked us our business we explained that our friend Roran was very sick and in need of a healer. Things got weird. The guards seized control of our horse and wagon. I tried to protest, but before I knew it we were escorted to an Inn called the Prancing Pony. The guards told us Master Roran would be well taken care of. Did the guard really refer to him as Master Roran?

We were locked inside a room for several hours. Rothus and Evander became restless. Garret smiled at me with his sweet smile and put a strong arm around my shoulders, and said this was a good time to go over what he had discovered about the one called Sindarin. I don't remember much about the two hours. Rothus fiddled with the lock on our door. Apparently he broke something too because he spend a good amount of time trying to dig it out. At some point Ma'ud appeared at the window, and lept inside. Alaric chased him around to put a silly disguise on him. He mentioned something about him looking too much like a magical creature. Of course he did, he WAS a Kitsune after all!

What intrigued me was the history book Garret shared with me. He explained the book was a history book of his people and that the knowledge was passed down through the generations. Apparently it was MANY generations because notes went back some 500+ years in his book. So did the named of the Seven Magi, known as “the protectors of the world”. They were listed in alphabetical order by name, the color of their gemstone blades they wielded and the powers of nature they protected. I got a really cold, queezy feeling in the pit of my stomach- like when someone drinks too much stout- and it occurred to me that I RECOGNIZED two of the names... Dalton: wielder of the Ruby sword, Roran: keeper of the Sapphire blade. I almost dropped the book when I saw a third name- Sindarin: master of the Onyx edge. My supposed elven father, a magus? No, something was off. My mother told me he was a druid. Why would she lie?

My stupor was broken by the rattle of keys in the door, followed by the crackle of arcane magic, as two men dressed as queens-guard entered the room. They were followed by a beautiful, middle aged woman who I assume cast a knock spell on the door when the keys curiously failed to unlock it. The woman introduced herself as Evangeline, a servant of the queen.

Evangeline apologized for detaining us. Apparently it was a mistake, but she would talk to the innkeeper, and as long as it took for Roran to recover under the expert care of the palaces healers, our meals and rooms would be covered. I swear I saw a twinkle in Rothus's eyes when he heard that we had just earned ourselves an all-expenses-paid vacation in downtown Tentia! Before I could object, Aerynthia and Garret are dragging me through town on a shopping spree. We were gone until dusk.

I was unable to sleep with so many questions about the Magi on my mind, so I borrowed Garret's book and went downstairs to the common room of the Inn, and started tracing Garret's ancestors notes back over 1,000 years. I also learned the names of the Seven Protectors of the World, maps of the lands the guarded, and the colors of their weapons that seem to be linked with the elements of magic:

Dalton: ruby (fire)
Farian: amethyst (time)
Galdira: pearl (light)
Kaylie: emerald (earth)
Nemien: citrine (wind)
Roran: sapphire (water)
Sindarin: onyx (shadow)

I got a sick feeling in the pit of my stomach again when I realized that Garett and I already tried fire magic, and it had failed. It must have been due to something that happened when Dalton was killed by the shadowy figure- someone who commanded shadow magic... I suddenly felt very ill...

Sindarin was known to wield shadow magic... it couldn't be.

About then Rothus came downstairs and sat by me. I asked him what he was doing up so late. He looked at me oddly and mentioned that it wasn't late, it was early. I looked out the window to see the sun peeking through the rooftops of shops down the street. Absentmindedly I tugged at a magical ring on my finger. Had I really been up all night? 


Lilith's Journal: The Journey to Tentia.

We started out on the road to Tentia. We had supplies and a wagon given to us. With some magic, I was able to summon a mule to carry us. The donkey we were going to use was very uncooperative, so I carried him back to camp with my hair and left him. Evander and Rothus seemed wierded out by the spell. I tried to explain it was just hair, but Rothus ran off and disappeared for a very long time. I am sure Evander was just jealous that I could pick a whole donkey up by myself without his help. The donkey was gone the next day. I knew the camp was destitute, but desperate enough to eat a donkey? How horrible! Roran was loaded up and we were underway. A new companion was with us as well. His name was Garret. He was a VERY handsome, charming young sorcerer.

Garret had been sent from Newport by the Oracle long before the attack on the camp. He had an official writ from her, and news of Tarenvale. He knew nothing of the attack on the camp, but did inform us that the village of Tarenvale was now the City of Tarenvale! A lot had changed since our terrifying flight two years previous. Most of the town had rallied to push back the orc army. Other surrounding villages such as Denton, Kerfal, and Rynal had since joined the Tarenvale community.

We inquired about the residents of Tarenvale, including my mother Glenda who had moved closer to town. Much had remained the same, yet enough had changed that I would like to return. It was reasonable to assume it was safe to return since the orcs were gone. When Roran was better, I would make it a point to visit my old home. It had been far too long since I had seen my mother. I know the others felt the same way.

While traveling on the old highway, we met another young man at the edge of the woods. At first we though he might be a bandit. He was dirty, in stained leathers, with a wild growths of hair. He said his name was Elwyn. He was a hunter of goblinoids, and said he could guide through less dangerous backroads leading to Tentia. We had heard of random attacks by orcs and goblins, though we had not experienced any, but with Roran in a weakened state, we did not wish to. I accepted his help begrudgingly. He had a foul odor to him, and looked very much like a vagabond, but he did know ideal camping spots, plentiful hunting grounds, and he did lead us safely through the terrain in record time without a single goblin attack. I decided, that with a proper bath, he might be tolerable company, but he would really need to learn some proper hygiene before I would be caught socializing with him!

With the days of hard traveling ahead of us, conversation was plentiful between Garret and I. There was a special connection I felt with him. and I really felt warm and fuzzy being near him We had much in common. We were both magic users, both spoke Draconic, and both loved the arcane arts. We became fast friends on out journey, and talked much about our training and upbringing. Garret came from a well to do family outside Tarenvale. He had learned magic about the same time as myself, and had a history book with him about the ancient ways. Apparently it was a family heirloom that he had copied himself. He asked me about my family. I told him about Glenda, and Tarenvale, my friends, and enemies. When the subject of my father came up, I was pretty embarrassed to talk about it. Still I felt a connection to him, and begrudgingly opened up about my druid father Sindarin that I had never met.

His reaction was not what I expected. He furrowed his brow, and told me he recognized that name from his history books, but that name was one of the oldest, most powerful of the Magi, not a druid. I laughed, surely it was not the same Sindarin! After all his history book went back thousands of years. The possibility of someone living that long- even for an elf, was preposterous! He promised that once we got into town, he would let me read his books. Until then we found other things to talk about.

The road was hard on my magic too. An odd side effect of fire magic was that it could not be willed into existence. Normally I lit campfires with my spark spell. But for some reason the magic no longer worked on the road. Even Garett tried (thank the spirits I wasn't the only one that could not preform, or that might have been very embarrassing). Evander and Rothus said I was being "loony Lilly" 'cause fires couldn't just be willed into existence. I wanted to light their pants on fire to prove them wrong, but fire magic was charging up, but not manifesting, and they would not sit still long enough for me to try anything else. When Rothus told us a story of how he had once been a powerful mage himself that gave up magic for his true love, I laughed, and called him a "ridiculous Rothus". Sadly, Garret, Alaric, and Elwyn actually though he was being serious!

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We decided to go back to the castle and talk with the guards. We ask them if we can see the queen or see the books she took from the library. They recognize lily and deny our request. They do agree to forward a message of the same, with the posibility of a scribe copying the books. We don't trust them to do it, though.
Evander writes up a letter and we sign it, asking for an audience with Evangeline. Evan then delivers it to the guards. 
Lily plots to sneak into the castle and sets a stool in the town square. She watches servants walk in and out looking for someone she can use as a disguise. We take shifts to watch lily and make sure she doesn't do anything stupid. Right before I start my shift Evangeline with two guards comes into the inn under cloaks. They ask to talk with evan and the rest of us. Evangeline says she got the letter and wants to know why the books are so important. We try and explain, then decide to get lily. Evangeline sends cole the guard to get her and when they find maud, lily is disguised as a servant. We call lily on the sending stone and hear a voice we dont recognize. Lily must have been kidnapped!!
Maud gives her away and the guard grapples her then drags her back to the inn. Lily activates her daemon hair and fights back in the common room. We find them fighting as the inn guests are moving away. At first glance it appears this man kidnapped lily! I draw my dagger, but evan points out the man is Evangelines guard.
I see a Citrine stone on Evangeline's hip, attached to a hilt. I ask about it and she admits that she was once known as Nemien, the guardian of the wind. Dalton protected fire and roran protected water. She asked for daltons ruby, but unfortunately it is not the magical stone, just a mundane ruby.
Evangeline and lily talk about magic, determining that Cendarian has the shadow and fire stone, which is why lily cant cast fire or shadow stones. Wind magic is weak, which means Evangeline is weak too. She is over 300 years old! Only the magic sustains her. The guardians gain power when they are at their seat of power. The ruins by tarenvale are rorans seat of power. Evangelines seat is in the distant land of calderan. Pearl is light. Amythist is time. Emerald is earth. We must bring roran to the ruins.
Roran is about 700 years old, dalton was over 3000 years old.
Evangeline stole her gem and was trained by dalton on how to use it.