Quea's Journal

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The journal you hold in your hand is no book at all, but large, sweet smelling and still supple leaf cleverly folded into a square envelope. Opening the folds, you discover a neat pile of loose sheets of paper. Small leaves and petals are embedded within the sheets themselves.

The handwriting upon the sheets is in shimmering green ink. Nearly dancing upon the pages, the words jump into your mind moreso then are read by you.

Where It Began


Quea sighs heavily. I really don't know how to explain it all or where to begin. Life was good, then suddenly I was being run out of town like an unwelcome rogue.

I was a simple farm girl, minding my business, picking jumjum berries and helping the family make the jumjum juice. Mom and dad were teaching me to follow the path of the Druid. In the quiet of night, by the fireplace, when the younguns were in bed, they would show me the Book and teach me the secrets of Karana. I loved the fresh air, the fields, the quiet evenings with mom and dad, everything was perfect.

It began one day as I was working hard in the fields, I thought I saw something or someone, passing near the edge of the field, hidden in the shadows. I wasn't sure who or even what. Every day after that, as I worked in the fields, I felt as though I was being watched. Again and again, I would catch a glimpse of something, always in the same spot, just left of the old blue barn just about high day, always hidden in shadows. I tried moving towards the something but it was gone before I could get there. I searched the Book for help to find out what was in the shadows. Spirit of Wolf seemed the answer, with unbelievable speed I moved toward the something. Again it was gone before I got there.

For days I scoured through the Book for a way to catch it. Mom had told me there was nothing Karana could not show me. She was right, there it was the answer I needed: See Invisible. I studied hard and very next day I cast the spell before entering the fields at high day. I SAW IT... it wasn't a something, it was a person. A small thin boy...moving along the edges of the field, eyes turned towards me watching as he passed by me to the back of the blue barn.
It didn't take me long after that to catch him. I cast camouflage and waited in the shadows where he appeared. I simply dispelled directly in his path.

He stared at me wide eyed and then a broad grin crossed his face. "Quea, you have learned your Druid spells well."

"What are you doing here?" I sternly demanded.

"Jus passin by da fields, nothin more." he drawled.

His voice sounded like liquid gold. Dripping gold droplets, shimmering in my head. I eyed him up and down and felt woozy. He was so beautiful, his voice was still in my head shimmering, he was shimmering. Something was so strange about this boy. My eyes were covered in golden lights....

I don't really know how or what happened then except that I was sitting on the ground. My basket of jum jum berries empty, my father standing over me yelling something. Old farmer Dunderstop was waving his ugly gnarled finger in my face. Then all was black.

I woke up in my bed and wondered if I had dreamed it all. Mom was sitting by my bedside. She looked so sad. I could see she had been weeping.

"Mom.' I spoke weakly.

"You must go now" she whispered.

My voice cracked as I spoke. "Go? Go where Mom?"

"Quea, you can't stay in town now. They found you behind the barn with Nillipuss, a known jumjum thief. The whole town is abuzz saying it was you helping him sneak through the fields to steal jumjum. Your father and I have told them it is not possible and promised that you would prove your honor to them."

"Prove my honor Mom? How? By Karana I didn't do a thing wrong."

"The Council met, they have consulted with Karana." Mom stared at her hands and in a low voice said, "He spoke to them. He has commanded that you take to the roads to Overthere and that you help all along your way. Karana foretold that a sign will be given each time you bring honor."

"A sign Momma? What kind of sign? Where is Overthere?"

"The Council thinks the sign will be the blessing of rain upon our fields. And Overthere is somewhere out there." Momma raised her arm slowly and pointed out the bedroom window towards the Kithicor forest.

Quea shivered with dread. "Momma, I am going through Kithicor to Overthere?"

A tear trickled down my mothers face as she passed me my backpack. "I love you dearly Quea but you must go now before nightfall. It is not safe to pass through the forest at night. Be quick child, I cast upon you Spirit of Wolf and Skin of Steel. Do not leave the path nor hesitate till you have found safe haven beyond the forest. Use your Camouflage whenever possible." Tears flowed down my mothers face. "Karana guide you always."

With those final words I was sent from town and so I am here before you now. Alone, frightened but determined to bring Karanas blessing to us all. Rain, more rain, blessings abound when I help you.


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A Candidate Quest


Quea lifted one corner of the supple leaf envelope to extract a beautiful sheet of paper that lay within. It glowed a soft green and the petals and leaves embedded within it were in constant motion as though being blown in a gentle breeze. Quea only noticed it's beauty for a fleeting moment. It was obvious she was troubled from the worried look upon her face. She gently lay the page upon her lap and it hovered a fraction above it seeming to move as though floating upon water.

She again reached into the envelope and pulled another sheet from within. This one had been written upon in a beautiful purple script... This is your candidate quest journal, Quea, in which you should record the results of your candidate quest. We eagerly await the answers you find to you question, and may occasionally make some notes of our own.
--Mixxi Moondreamer
Halfling warrior in the service of Brell
Master of Initiates
Saga

Then in a flowing green script Hail Quea.
Tis Nina. I met ye a long while back when ye was in the Cauldron. Seems ye drown'd o' soethin' an' coundna find yer body. I sent ye ta Saga in the first place. I knew someone 'ere coul' 'alp ye. I'm glasd ye 'ave come back. Now ye can join us an' return the fava' ta some young lost druid yerself.
Glad ta 'ave ye.
Nina.

Finally followed by some rough scrawls in a darker blue ink. HA HA HA, HE HE HE, HO HO HO. Ye be here now my Druish Princess and bound by honor are ye.My heart is filled with a great light and my smile is so wide it hurts my face. (Obviously so much joy is painful, damn that druid how does she do it?) I look forward with great pleasure to a long journey of adventure with you.
Siffo Corpsestalker
Silly O


Clearly not one but three entries had been made upon the sheet by three different souls. It did not appear that Quea read the sheet but instead merely passed her hand over it. She smiled a weak smile then quickly returned it to the envelope and placed the envelope within the deep folds of her skirt pocket. She reached down and lifted the sheet that still lay in her lap up to her face with both hands, holding it directly before her. Her brow furrowed as she intently stared at the sheet and began whispering to it.

After quite sometime, her whispering stopped and she lay the sheet onto her lap again. This time it was covered with small neat handwriting in an emerald green ink that glistened like morning dew. The page had been filled. She extracted the envelope from her pocket and the sheet that lay above her lap slid of its own accord into it. The envelope was returned to her pocket and Quea began to fade away becoming invisible a moment later.

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Questing a Question


A family again, to be among family sitting around a warm fire sharing tales of our day and knowledge gained. How I long for those simple pleasures. To think this is my chance to have that out here on the trails that lead to Overthere. (sigh) I smiled to think that Nina would remember me from so long ago in the Dragnor's Cauldron and that Siffo would be so joyed at my attempt to join Saga. It seems that soon enough I will be counting them among the ones I have disappointed.

Perhaps this is simply a journal to mark my failures so that others can be forewarned when they read it's pages. The quest I have been given seems the most difficult of all. Questioning five Saga family members on a matter of some import would be simple enough but when the real quest is to discover what it is you should ask them, well then the simplicity is gone.

How my quest became so complicated is like so much of my life - a matter out of my hands, a matter of circumstances, misunderstandings or simply put, just bad luck.

I have kept company with the curmudgeonly old rogue Siffo so long now that we are thinking alike. (Sometimes our battle strategies are never discussed but understood as we act and move like one through the world). When Mixxi told me that Siffo and I were too much of a free spirits and must choose our own questions for the family, I was sure I could manage something appropriate. That night it came to me as I tossed and turned in my camp and I was prepared to take the challenge.

The next day I sought Mixxi to tell her of my choice only to discover it could not be mine. That silly old rogue had already spoken with her and it was the very same question that he wished to ask! Mixxi seemed as surprised as I and though I think she suspected some foul play like thought-stealing she didn't say a word against Siffo.

Now I must pose a question without knowing what the question is. I am a stubborn halfling with more than a few good resources and I will do my best. I will study the Saga family and pray to Karana that the question will come.

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Brutin is Studied by Quea or is that the other way around?
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It wasn't planned at all, I merely gated to Butcher Block and there he was. Brutin a dwarf and member of Saga. A rather handsome dwarf at that! He was sitting atop a very large block of stone and I shyly asked if I could sit with him a while. Said he was involved in a race of some sort and that between he could chat with me when he wasn't too busy. I had barely sat down next to him when his hand was on my knee. I figured right away this was a rogue for sure and jumped up to make my excuses as to why I was leaving. He laughed at me and said he wouldn't be doing that again and I could sit down. He handed me quite a bit of drink which changed my mind about leaving pretty quick. This time though I sat down a fair distance away from his roving hands.

I began slowly at first, questioning him about this and that and was shocked to discover he was no Rogue but a Healer what thinks he can speak with the Gods. Now I never heard tell of no one what could do that or at least if they could they weren't foolish enough to go announcing it around. Says he told the folks in his hometown Kaladim and they banned him from returning. I told him I figured they shoulda been honored to have him if he could talk with the Gods. Made my heart soften for the fella when I heard that they banned him cuz it was so much like what happened to me in Rivervale.

I tried to keep him on track with me questioning but he kept staring where he shouldn't abin. Someone ran by and bonked him on the head. I was grateful for that cuz I didn't wanna have to bonk him meself since we just met and all. Then I noticed all kindsa people were bonking him as they ran by. I asked him about it and he explained he was officiatin and that they were just getting his attention so he could keep track o them. I had a good laugh then cuz I thought they was bonkin him for his roving eyes.

I had to down me quite a few drinks afore I could really question him and before I knew it he was questioning me. I swear there is some Rogue in that fellas past for sure. He asked me something rather simple about sacraficing or saving a friend. Me being a follower of Karana, he shoulda known I say that it was whatever was best at the time. Somedays you sacrifce em others ya save em. Siffo woulda probably told him that it depends which was payin better. I don't really like them wishy washy philosophical questions so I sure was hoping that this wasn't the question I was suppose to be taking as me own. I am pretty sure it ain't.

After a bit Brutin had me follow him to the docks. There was a whole lotta Saga folks there. I got real embarassed and shy, could barely speak a word. Then I got to drinkin pretty heavy to hide me embarassment. The lovely Nina kept offering me all kinds of things, she is one sweet one for sure. I made the foolish mistake of askin her where she had got something. I know better than ta ask a rogue such a question. Nina covered up my mistake pretty good so as not to make me blush even harder but after that I thought it best to keep my mouth shut. She gave me a very beautiful shield the likes I ain't never seen. I tried to offer her my old one in return but she said she couldn't use it. We decided I should be giving it to Korg maybe cuz it looked like somethin he could use.

While we were at the docks so much was happenin my head got woozy. I lay on the ground for quite a bit to stop the world from spinnin so terrible. When I could sorta focus again quite a few folks were gone. Brutin though was still by my side. He had a silly grin on his face like a rogue caught with his hand in your pocket.

I offered him a port to somewheres and he chose the West Commons. It ain't never happened to me before but while we were portin I felt somethin strange on me butt. Brutin assured me that it sometimes happened when portin. Was a moment later I was making my goodbyes and he grabbed me and was on me like a madman. Well he was kissin me and we hardly knowin each other. I didn't slap him but wiggled my fingers threateningly and promised I would zap him if he tried that agin. If he weren't a family member I woulda probly kilt him right then and there. We ended it on a better note. He told me I was cute and smart too so I gave him a friendly hug and we waved goodbye.

I ain't no closer to knowing my question but it was sure good to meet Brutin and get to know him a bit better. Not to mention all the drinks he gave me. Seems the Saga folks like to tip the bottle which is fine by me!

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Another Season


Another season has passed and still I am no closer to my quest. The question eludes me and so the answers are unattainable. I had hoped to have good fortune smile upon me and bring me face to face with another of the family but such was not the case.

There is so much happening right now. The rumours of war everywhere, uprisings of all manner of beasts. I am not afraid but confused as to where I should take a stand. If the threats were to Rivervale it would be simple but I have heard tell of troubles for Qeynos and Freeport. If I must choose between those two it will probably be Qeynos then, for Surefall Glade is far too close to it. I would lay down my life for the Surefall druids. Much have they taught me and little have they asked in return.

I wish I could find more of the family to begin the quest properly. Perhaps I will meet them upon the battlefields. I know that one of them holds my question.

A Fortunate Faire

I can barely contain my joy and excitement. I attended the Language Faire today and so much happened. Much have I gained and much resolved.

The Faire began with a fishing contest which was wonderful for me. I was concentrating so hard on me fishing that I forgot to be scared of all the Saga folks around. I wasn't wanting to start drinking again cuz I knew it would not go well for me when learning languages.

Then before I knew it the contest was over. Being a master at fishing I figured I had a chance of maybe 3rd or 4th prize. I was astounded when the fishing results were called out and mine were the biggest catch. There was a bit of confusion but in the end I was awarded the grand prize! The most beautiful backpack ever made and 100 platinum pieces. Well I purt near fainted! I aint never seen that much platinum pieces all at once.

After that it was down to some serious studyin of languages. I learned so much I can't hardly believe it. The language faire was a resounding success as far as I am concerned. I feel so much better about meeting new folks now that I can speak some of their languages. This sure might help me get over some of my shyness. Actually I think it musta already cuz I had the nerve to speak with Baers and with Korg at some length after the faire was over.

I think now I know what my quest really is. Somehow it all became clear to me when I was done talking with them two. I must say that Mixxi is a clever one. She gave me a wonderful quest that is perfect for a wandering halfling Druid. I do believe that by asking others what they think a good question would be, I am actually learning so much about them and about how they perceive me. That clever Mixxi I am sure that is what she had planned all along.


Baers Speaks


The 'tall ones' always make me nervous and this imposing Barbarian had me quite ajitter. He was seated comfortably upon the ground which helped. I asked him about himself and learned he was from the North and was a Shaman. When questioned about his home he surprised me by saying Luclin was his home. A barbarian makin home in Luclin? Well that surely was odd with all them cat like folks up there. I was still trying to figure out where this fella come from originally so I asked him his birthplace and sure enuf he told me he was borned in Halas.

He was pretty indifferent to my questions so I had enough nerve to ask him about the strange markings on his face and why all the barbarians didn't have em. He told me that he was born with them and they might be tribal but he really didnt know.

It didn't take me long to realize that this here fella was going to answer my every question but sure wasn't gonna be volunteering a whole lotta information. The land of ice musta made him kinda cold about chit chat over nothing important. With Baers I figured it was best to cut to the chase and just ask him what it was I was wanting to know.

I came out with it, "What would you think a thoughtful question would be for a wandering halfling druid like me to be asking?" He answered me pretty quickly, "What is your main goal? Power, riches, or respect?"

I was so surprised by the question that I blurted out an answer. "Well for me it is respect to restore me families name." That seemed a pretty deep question for one who seemed so cut and dry with answers. I could tell this Barbarian from the North would warrant my further scrutiny. He was a bit of an enigma.

I was getting set to query him further when he suddenly passed out. I guess more than a few folks had got into the drink after the language faire and even a large barbarian wasn't immune to it's effects. I was not soon going to forget this barbarian cuz his question seemed it may be a good one for me to be asking.

I was going to check this out with my sponsor Korg.

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No Quest at All


I had been speaking with Korg all along on and off since he had been so kind as to sponsor me. I don't really wanna be journalling everything we've discussed cuz some of it's private to me and really has no bearing on this here quest. What I will say is I like this Barbarian. He is funny and smart and I am looking forward to spending some time with him in person. From the beginning he said my folks should be wondering why someone accused of being a theif was being so honored as to be on a quest given by Karana Himself. I never looked at it that way and it was something I was going to think on at great length.

Getting back to the situation at hand. I remembered Korg had suggested a question to me when I first began but I couldn't remember what it was. When I asked him about it he seemed totally unaware of ever having suggested a question. I wanted to see if his question would be similar to Baers by comparing the two. I then asked him what his own quest had been. He told me he had had no quest at all! Well that sure wasn't any help to me.

I had no idea Korg had been drinking heavily at the faire but he musta cuz he kept dozin off while I was talking to him. (Well, actually I think he was passing out). I can see these barbarians are heavy drinkers what don't knows when ta stop.It was way too important to me to be getting me question so I didn't give up with Korg.

I wish I hadn't been so persistent. Let sleeping barbarians sleep. When I insisted Korg tell me what he thought a qood question for me would be, his answer near brought me to tears.

"Your folks have driven you to a fate you did not ask for and you are being sent to a place of great danger by the ones who brought you up and trained you. Why do you pursue this course if the ones you love have shunned you?"

I don't know if I explained it properly but I told him that it was not me folks but the will of Karana. It was Karana made me see Nillipuss when others hadn't and it was my fate is all. What Korg had said made me realize the truth. He had seen all along what I was blind to.

I was not poor Quea run from town. I was on a mission given to me by Karana. I should be proud and honored to be so. Also it did not matter what question I asked but that I meet and come to understand these folks I hoped to call family and by doing that come to understand myself.

Korg passed out for the night and I could not thank him properly for helping me to learn so much. Even drunk this barbarian is most deep in his knowledge of others although less then delicate in delivery. I will be sure to hug him next time I see him and I am saving my first birthday cake for him.
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*A small note in the margin of the page appears, written in thick, bold script*

Aye, Quea. I asked you the tough question, and I am glad you came to the point, even after I passed out. It near brought me to tears to do it, and for me that is something. Bah, never get highminded with me when I'm in a drunken state.

Be honored, hobbit. Your Karana sees the right of it, and it seems to me he saw fit to fix the problem dumped in your lap. But enough. I'll be watching you out there, and seeing that you get treated right. -

-Korg

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Of Bindi & Baking


After all that happened and so much resolved, I felt I could relax a bit and maybe be doing something of pleasure. I took me winnings from the fishing contest and invested some of it in baking lessons at Brownloe's! I baked up a whole mess of Batwing Pies and felt real content and pleased.

Miss Brownloe told me that now that I was accomplished at the pie baking I was ready to move on to cakes. She gave me a list of supplies that I would be needing as she did not include supplies with with her courses. Seems the majority of the supplies were in the Faydark area.

I went to Rivervale and passed out a whole bunch of pies to me homefolks before I was leaving for Faydark. I told them all that I was still working in the service of Karana and would be for quite some time to get the quest he had given me done. None of the folks were mean to me, as a matter of fact, they all were hugging and thanking me and wishing me well the whole time I was there. I think the pies may have had something to do with that friendly reception as halflings never get enuf pies. (I didn't go to the outskirts of town to see me family for I wasn't ready to face them quite yet.)

I headed to Butcherblock and bumped into Bindi right after arriving. She is a beautiful halfling with lovely buns in her hair. She told me she was in the area to work on her pottery skills and I splained how I was working on me baking supplies. Well we were having friendly chats about the merits of this and that and the value of pie tins. There was someone shouting in the area how they needed one. Bindi seemed pleased that I told her of a potential customer and how them pie tins are in demand. I was so caught up in the bantering about our different trades I almost forgot to ask her me question.

I started by asking her about her background. She explained to me how her folks were druids in Rivervale but they weren't around much and she ended up spending her time in the tavern and was raised by the folks there. That sure explained how she became a rogue.

When I asked her what she thought a good question for me to be asking was she told me that Mixxi had all the good questions. She said Mixxi was her husband Dondi's best friend, that Mixxi had inducted her and was very valiant in battle. Mixxi was the one what could give me a good question to ask.

When she mentioned her husband Dondi it dawned on me. This was THE BINDI, I was so embarrassed. Here I was bothering her when she had her own troubles. I told her how real sorry I was about her baby. She told me she was gonna kill the God Innoruk for what he had done. I saw a fierceness in her I would not have imagined. I told her I would aid her in her battle with Innoruk any way I could.

We went our seperate ways shortly after that. She went to Steamfont and I to Lower Faydark in search of Brownies.

I was glad to have chatted with Bindi. Here she was carrying on with her life, pottery and sharing her interests while all the while she was laden with the heavy burden of what had happened to her baby. She was sweet and kind to others even though life had been so unkind to her.

I figured that if Bindi was not afraid of Innoruk then I was nothing but a silly druid to be afraid of the Overthere. I was resolved that I would go to the island of Kunark. (Brutin had told me that is where the Overthere was.) I would take Bindi's strength with me. The strength to face the world and meet its challenges no matter what had happened to you and your family.

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Of Baking & A Brave Ling


I wasn't stalling but I did so want to get the baking supplies for my cake course. My head still hurts and my ears still ring when I think of those horrid Brownie Guards with their thunderous spells. The well seasoned party I had joined could not save me from death's clutches nor themselves. Three times I was resurrected and three times I returned to fight them. Then it dawned on me, I was not meant to be here. My destiny lay in the Overthere. So, with a mere 5 pieces of Bixie in my packsack, I bade farewell to my party and swore to the Bixie Guards I would return later when better equipped to serve them up a good helping of my own thunder.

I returned to Rivervale to resupply for the long journey ahead. There I witnessed horrors I will not soon forget. The evil inkies were in town, luring guards one by one to their slaughter. I tried helplessly to stop them. There was little I could do, but Karana took this evil act and made something good come of it. Karana showed me the bravest ling I have ever seen. It was a young rogue ling named Spiritscott. He ....

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I left Rivervale with heavy heart that the inkies had grown so bold with none but the youngest lings left to defend our town. As I trudged out of town, I could hear the sounds of gobs off in the distance oozing out of the tunnel to Runny Eye. I had had enough, my anger at the inkies would be wreaked upon the gobs infiltrating Misty. It was at that very moment that Korg called through the ethereal mist for me to meet with him.

Korg had sensed my pain and anger through the ether and so had decided to visit upon the inkies the same fate that they had dealt to Rivervale. Korg handed me a backpack filled with weapons taken from the hands of their very own guards. I was so humbled by his act I wept softly.

I joined Korg in Runny Eye and fought bravely by his side against the evil that was everywhere within this putrid hole. Rivervale would be cleansed, Karana would take care of her. So too would I. The anger and hatred would be washed from my mind with the blood of these gobs.

I left Runny Eye much richer in spirit from having stood with Korg and much richer in pocket from the selling of the evil ones' weapons. I found my bravest ling Spiritscott and bestowed my new found wealth upon him. It was a small token of my deep gratitude.

With renewed strength, I was ready to again face the challenges of my candidacy and personal quests.

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The Wild High Elf Caladril


I know it seems like stalling, but Siffo said that he could use a hand in Feerrott so I really had to go there. The Overthere would wait for me and the stronger I was with experience the better prepared I would be to face the challenges I might meet there.

Fighting alongside Siffo was a welcome prospect and besides it was a good day to die! Ahhh and die we did. Quite gloriously I might add. Minor defeats followed by much more spectacular victories. The area around Cazic Thule was quite the challenge and oh such pleasure to conquer even though we were only momentarily successful before it was overrun again. We battled long and hard and our pockets were filled and another piece of armor direly needed by Siffo was acquired. Caladril was coming to join us and I was pleased that I was to meet another member of the family.

I was a bit disappointed upon first seeing him. A high elf no less. My past experiences with them had always left a bitter taste in me mouth. Too high fallutin for me. I did not broach private subjects with this one but decided to watch and observe him for some time first. He had a familiar with him that seemed quite wary and suspicious of Siffo. Constantly flapping in Siffos face, always between Siffo and Caladril. Caladril also seemed to rest his hand quite often upon his waist pouch. I chuckled to think of Siffo robbing one such as Caladril. A high elf with half his belongings gone. Surely that would knock a few steps off his pedestal. I knew Siffo would never rob a member of the family but it was fun to imagine.

As we began to battle, it was as I suspected, a high fallutin elf. Barking orders as to what spells I should use, who should be where. Ack I did not like high elves. I did as asked and then was surprised to see that this elf would dive into the battle with as much vigor, fearlessness and wild savageness as the bravest ling. Not only that, his battle suggestions had turned the tide to our advantage. The area had become, well easier to manage overall. It wasn't long before we were talking of other more difficult challenges to face.

Caladril needed an item from a room full of rather nasty froglok's and spoke of how the three of us could manage this most difficult task. He impressed me with his intellectual analysis of the foes and a well thought out battle strategy to seal our success. I had to accept the opportunity to see his battleplan in action. It seemed too simplistic, could he really know the foe that well?

After we had settled into position. Caladril again reviewed the plan with us and then upon his word we executed it and the Frogloks and undead! The tension before the attack was palpable, then in a flurry the attack was launched, the enemy dispatched and victory ours. It happened so quickly and exactly as Caladril had envisioned. I had never been so impressed before, surely Caladril was a born battle commander. He had his item and we had a glorious battle under our belts plus a few plat for our efforts.

I eyed Caladril sideways after this and wondered if maybe just maybe I was wrong about high elves after all. We settled to another spot where Siffo was still questing for a 'well tuned cork' for Bippin (runed fork actually but Siffo doesn't hear so well). Again Caladril surprised me, he was so patient, sitting there with us as we occasionally killed minor frogloks (potential placeholders) waiting for the Squire. My curiousity about this high elf could no longer be contained so I began my questioning.

When asked of his history, Caladril was more then forthcoming, a story teller he is. I hoped that Siffo would not grow bored with this diversion. Caladril declared himself a high elf that was no so high after all. 'I have become much more tolerant of others, knowing my own bloodline is not pure High Elven. It has opened my eyes, and in my travels I have met many fine folks. Halflings in particular, I might add'. He went on to claim that he was also a bit of a 'wild elf' too.

I was now becoming quite fond of this chap so I ventured on to ask him why he had left his home. 'I would say that my mixed heritage, and the yearning to meet more of those bloodlines, and my ability to travel has done much to break me free from any real roots.' Siffo was growing bored with this conversation for he was asking "What kind of shoes do frogloks wear?"

I thought it best to finish my questioning of Caladril before Siffo began stealing froglok shoes. "Caladril you seem like a nice elf and one well travelled. What do you think would be a good question for one such as me to be asking the family members?"

Siffo was nudging me and whispering 'Ask him how much to buy his vote in?'

Caladril answered me thoughtfully. 'I believe what you have asked me would do you well...Aye. Home is what really makes us who we are, I think. However, those who broaden their horizons are not lessened by the leaving.'

Clever and kind, this was indeed the highest of the high elves. Perhaps the mix of bloodline had made him much better than all the others. I would be pleased to call this high elf family!

We three continued on to meet yet another challenge of Caladril's, one that lay in the Ocean of Tears. This time I stood proudly by Caladril's side and was thrilled that I could assist by tracking down the prey. Again the challenge was met and Caladril was rewarded with his quest item and I with a new found friend, the 'wild high elf' Caladril.

And this is how my candidate quest was completed and a new life on Norrath begun.

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I ask my friends and family to feel free to write upon this journal that I now leave in the library for all to read. I know it has been neglected for a long time. I apologize as I had begun a rather private diary which I am not able to share so readily.

During the neglect of this journal much has happened. I can not begin to recount it all here.

I will merely state that I have the most wonderful family now and much love. I wish to journal here and now those that are my closest these days, in understanding and in battle.

Siffo Corpsestalker - my dearest and longest known friend
Korg Ironhand - my beloved
Caladril - my wild elf
Daxtor - my lost love
Titaisia - my Jharin and Captain
Kanina - my advisor on matters of the heart
Elsbet - my favorite cook and drinkin buddy

oh ya and....
Wystro - someone young enough to appreciate my pies and the junk I find 

I could mention each and every one of Family Saga here because all have been generous and kind and fun to be with. We are never together enough if you ask me!

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The night air of Toxxulia forest teemed with cicadas, dragonflies, and the unexpected sound of laughter.

Quea and Korg had escorted me to Erud's vast forest so that I could acquire a certain fishing pole held captive by a certain individual. Quea feared that the fearsome might that Korg brought to bear would shatter the delicate prize. She, in her infinite wisdom, felt that I could liberate the imprisoned fishing pole without destroying it. How could I deny her request? It was not within my power to disappoint my Maker of Pies.

The three of us staked ground near the banks of the river that ran through Toxxulia – Quea had heard that he frequented this certain area.

Perhaps it was the strange golden air, or the absurdity of our mission, that caused the knotted tensions of our lives to loosen just the slightest bit. The love that Quea bore for Korg – the love she kept just barely beneath the surface of her skin – shone through in a glow of smiles and affectionate words. And, in that briefest moment, the shadows lifted from Korg's face and his cares were forgotten. Quea and Korg jumped into the river and played carelessly, as children do.

I took a moment to marvel how two people closed in by turmoil and strife could still open themselves to a fleeting, vulnerable moment of pure happiness.

The dour fisherman had not yet arrived, so I jumped into the river as well.

[Noa]

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Since my journal began there are many I now consider my closest of friends, each time I spend with them makes my heart grow fonder of them. The occasional family rift serving to draw them nearer to me and strengthening our bonds. It is for this very reason I desire to explain how it is with me so that others will not think I am pulling away from them.

It is happening all over again, just like with Nillipuss. I am catching glimpses of someone or something watching me. I checked in Rivervale and Nillipuss is still there, and when I turned from the running Nillipuss (he is such a coward) the shadowy thing was behind me for a fleeting moment. My skin crawled and I shivered in that moment. It terrorizes me. I can feel something so inherently evil that I wish to run screaming in panic.

Ever since the day Siffo and I argued at the Ogre camp (I am sorry Siffo, I did overreact), I have felt uneasy. I spent days alone baking, but found no contentment in that. I turned to my favorite sport, Giant killing and found myself distracted and soon stomped upon. The Snow Cougars then became my target and to my surprise I found no glory removing them. I grew weaker with every effort to grow stronger. More and more uneasy with every attempt to calm and control myself. Through my every action I felt a presence watching and it disturbs me greatly.

Last even I decided it was time to perhaps end this where it began. I called upon Mixxi (the great warrior always makes me feel safe) and Korg, Caladril and Siffo to join me in another assault upon the ogres. We did so and bravely and the ogres fell more easily this time but again the battle held no glory for me. Others joined, Caillou and Bridh and much as I enjoyed their company, my depressed spirit was not completely lifted. The bracelet I sought was not among the ogre corpses. I sensed too that Zek now despised me and wondered how this would affect Korg. Zek is already angered with Korg and I feel that perhaps I am adding fuel to that fire.

Mixxi's wonderful limericks, Siffo's witty remarks, Korg's embrace, Caillou's laughter like tinkling water, all these could not make my spirits soar. Still I desired to be alone, somehow disconnected from all of them, even myself.

It is perhaps nothing more than a passing ailment. In the meantime, I will try and carry on normally but please forgive me if I seem just not quite myself.

[Noa]

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I had the most wonderful time and can not thank my friends enough for sharing their spirits and laughter with me. Others have told the story of our journey to Stonebrunt and then Velious and the many that fell and were lifted as well. It is the laughter though that still fills my heart and for the first time in a long time I do not feel so detached.

After the battles, several went off to camp including Siffo, Korg and Caladril. The rest of us repaired to the tavern in the Bazaar. I have never danced so much nor felt so free of spirit before. I enjoyed the company of my new friends, Dhergel, Caillou, and Mithlin. I drank far too much but managed not to pass out. Menemas joined us and before long we were off on yet another adventure.

Ahh such pleasure I found in wolfen guise with my pack of now wolfen friends. I will begin to use my own powers of wolf form more often and thank Menemas for showing me what pleasure there is in it. We ruled Unrest until a rather fatal encounter but I must say I have never seen such a glorious battle, some fell during it and even managed to get up with restored health to continue battle. It was an incredible sight and we did return to do it again victoriously.

Eventually the others all went to camp save for one. My mind is unclear now as to what we did together but I do know that I found him incredibly charming. I had no idea how handsome elves could be. I wonder why I ever disliked their race before. 

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Today was the wedding! It was beautiful, the lagoon, the bride like a fairy princess in her beautiful wedding dress. The groom resplendent in his robes. I cried at such beauty and joy.

I kept watching Wystro during the ceremony. The elf did look so regal and his love for Ntalliya so pure. His joy in her union made me cry even harder. I wanted to hold Wystro in my arms the way Korg was holding me during the ceremony.

After the ceremony I found myself watching, Wystro and Menemas too, who I saw is perhaps falling in love with the {scratched out name}. Korg had somehow wandered away from me and when I found him he was alone with Bridh whispering with her.

I kept Korg closer to me for awhile but then wandered off to where Wystro was. I was concerned and wanted to comfort Wystro who was so emotional. After a while, I realized again that Korg was missing. This time I found him in the Inn. I looked around suspiciously but he appeared to be there alone.

For those of you that may have witnessed me crying in Korg's arms later on, I am sorry. I was merely feeling jealousy and being rather emotional over perceived wrong doings with a good helping of self doubt and guilt thrown in.

I will try to keep my emotions in check but lately they seem to be foreign and uncontrollable. Again I ask you all to be patient with me, I am sure this turmoil will pass.

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I met with one of us today that may be able to help me. I will not say who for now because I fear that if he is discovered he will be somehow stopped from finding the answers I seek. Already he has given me insight into the problems that plague me of late. I have confidence that he will find a way to cure me.

I told Wystro who it is but I am sure the secret will remain safe with him. He is such a handsome and trustworthy elf. As long as I can bake pies I am sure there is nothing he wouldn't do for me.

I trust you all but I can not take any chances that my journal may fall into the hands of some one not so pure. 

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Destiny's End


When did this happen? Aqua goblin camps along the shore of Butcher Block Mountains. It has been too long since I made the journey home, everything has changed and not for the better. The sky is filled with red clouds, an ominous warning. Alone, sad and weary I headed home.

Aboard the shuttle I sat and waited, not turning back to look upon the corpses on shore. The shuttles run by ghostly captains floundered at sea and carried me nowhere. No glorious ship to board in sight, the sea goblins having sabotaged their usefulness. I abandoned the shuttle and jumped into the chilly waters in disgust swimming the remaining way to shore. My journey will be across the Dreadlands one more time. I fear not death for it has become my constant companion.

The one I asked for salvation has not come. I turned to him too late for the damage is done. His words of wisdom confirmed my worst fears. There is some being in control of me now but I am powerless to stop it. I seek home to finish what is destined. If I do not make it then it will end where I fall.

Upon the shore I begin my preparations for the portal to the Lost Valley. The cloaked figure stood ahead of me, his back turned. I approached with Scimitar raised, ready to end his haunting but as I swung there was nothing but a doorway there. A simple guard tower door. No figure stood there. In frustration I cried.

I could not free myself so easily of this torment. I whispered death or home and began to memorize the spell to take me there. I cast it quickly and found myself in the Commonlands. I laughed and wondered how even the simplest task could elude me. Again I memorized and cast now shouting out "Death or Home!".

I arrived to absolute silence, not a breeze stirred the tall red pines. I felt the dread that so aptly named these lands. I chose my camouflage for the final time. Levitation eluded me now, precious spell ingredients long ago depleted and my one alternate resource to remain untapped. I began my trek to the tunnel. Upon the echoes of my footsteps a sudden cacophony of sound erupted, as though every creature protested my presence. I began to run without fear just grim determination.

As I exited the cave from the Lost Valley, I was almost blinded by the searing sun above the mountains and reflected from the icy slopes. Within moments it was blackened by a ferocious winter storm and the winds blew mercilessly, sending blinding swirls of snow across the terrain. I shivered and began to run carelessly across the frozen hills, slipping and tumbling. Occasionally I cried out in pain.

Faster I ran, suddenly across a frozen lake then past a giant outpost. The sound of giant footsteps echoing ominously around me. One set of footsteps growing ever closer. My camouflage fell and I prepared to die. The blow of the giant did not come. Instead, the footsteps faded and I quickly recovered my camouflage. I did not feel relief but almost disappointment.

Again I ran and the footsteps grew louder I did not look back to see the giant gaining on me but plunged ever forward. Then my hollow laughter filled the air. I was gaining on the giant not the other way around. I ran between his legs and up into the forested hills ever closer to home. Tripping and stumbling blindly, blood now flowing freely from my open wounds, I fell into the tunnel to Firiona Vie. I did not slow but careened down its slippery incline to fall inside to safety.

As I picked myself off the ground I was startled by the sight of Private Goldtouch. So beautiful a shining elf to welcome me home brought more tears to my eyes. She smiled at me and motioned me to follow. Carefully she led me through the tunnels. As I stepped out behind her into the sunlight she suddenly disappeared. Without thinking I ran past the evil spiders and plunged into the sea.

The pain was horrific. I was so shocked I could not cry out. The salt upon my wounds and scratches seering my entire body. I felt as though an acid bath had been prepared for me. I looked up at Firiona in agony as I swam to shore and wondered if she laughed at me now or still held some pity for a poor halfling.

I climbed upon shore and headed towards the bridge now shrouded in a cold mist. The sudden cold soothing my burning skin and I looked at my arms to see the wounds almost completely healed. I walked swiftly across the bridge and as soon as I reached the other side the fog lifted completely. It was a crystal clear day and the bird's calls rang through the air. The salt air now filled my lungs and all pain ceased.

The first to greet me was Scout Bladethorn in his sliver armor. He briskly saluted me then smiled sweetly and nodded. I bowed to him and turned and ran to my home. Samitha Lightheart was there as always. We hugged and cried and she kissed me sweetly upon the lips. It was strange but not unwelcome. I ran inside to say hello to the merchants. Arial Fern grabbed me and kissed me almost passionately. It was very strange for him to do so for he had always been so formal in the past but I cared not.

I went inside my home and began to unpack my belongs. So many beautiful things. I felt not worthy of these belongings. The finely crafted jewellery that Dara had so painstakingly made for me, the Skyshadow Wing Cloak with its levitations still in tact, Nina's pants. It is then I began to cry again, holding Nina's pants and remembering the efforts of everyone to gain her new ones. I reached into my bags once more and held the bone chip bracelet. My tears flowed freely as I saw each and every face of my friends as item after item was withdrawn from my bags. Each a remembrance of one or more of my family. In the final pack I opened, there lay a piece of wedding cake and 3 red roses. My heart near shattering at its sight.

I remembered another dozen roses lay in safekeeping in my bank. I dared not look into my treasures further and would leave the vault closed. After a time I wandered out to the city proper. I watched the pilgrims coming and going and stopped at one of the vendors. It was Brak's shop and I purchased an Ivory Poppy from him. I did not know why just that I had to have it.

I turned to see a ship come sailing in. It's glorious sails shimmering in the moonlight. Luclin smiling down upon me and reminding me that Siffo was somewhere nearby always. I smiled back remembering how he had sounded like a small child calling me to join him to play there. Dear old Siffo, perhaps the youngest of us all.

I walked along the piers until I could see the beach across the inlet. I stared at it for hours and willed myself not to cry. The memories of Korg would be kept forever and cherished. Like tiny gems I would hold each moment and study it endlessly never ceasing to marvel in its beauty. I blew a kiss towards the shore and whispered 'goodbye my love'. I was ready now to wait for the elf.

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Tresor knocked upon my door gently this morning so as not to wake me should I be sleeping. I heard the gentle taps and sprang from seat to let him in. I had hoped it was another but was pleased to see Tresor none the less.

"The preparations have all been completed Princess. Samitha and Ariel have agreed to stand as witnesses."

I did not speak but merely nodded.

Tresor continued "the officiator will be a Necromancer named Barsarkus". I looked up at Tresor startled.

Tresor grabbed my hand. "I am sorry about the Necromancer but no other would agree to perform such a ceremony."

Tresor cranned to see into the room behind me. "Is the one you wed in there?"

"No, Tresor he has not yet arrived. Is everyone prepared to come at a moments notice?"

"Yes Princess they are aware of the circumstances and will stand by for word."

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I had waited long enough. I could not bear another moment without an elf to love. I searched the winds and only one elven voice was heard. Mickolas the wood elf. Yes he would do. Perhaps I could persuade him to join me. As sweetly as I could I prodded him for information. He was fishing in Butcherblock Mountains. With promises of bigger fish to fry, I lured him to Firiona Vie. It was a simple matter to get him to visit my home. I winked at Samitha signalling her to prepare the others. Inside I offered him pies and he began to drink his own ale. I nearly choked, how would I get him to drink the bottle I had been holding for this moment. Quickly I lied, asking him if he would like to taste the ale I had just brewed. Mickolas was too ready to oblige. He drank the poison laden drink and soon was easily led to the altar.

The details of the ceremony do not matter, only that they served to make us wedded. The necromancer did not spend time with flowery words or passages. It seemed more, do you take her, do you take him and then it was done. The others helped me guide Mickolas back to my home. When they left I undressed him and laid beside him in my bed. I took what I had been craving.

When he awoke in the morning our conversation was as follows:

"Quea, is that you? Did I fall asleep on you?"

"It is ok we will have many more nights together..."Mickolas giggled at those words. Quea finished with "..now that we are husband and wife."

"My lady, me thinks you took advantage of me. Do you do this with all the wood elves you meet?" chuckled Mickolas.

"I cant wait to tell the others of our wedding." Quea purred.

"My lady, my lady, my lady. You are devious."

"I so wanted to marry an elf and then you last night asking me like that. Well you have made me so happy and now me with your child." Quea grinned evilly as the lies flowed across her lips.

Mickolas gasps in surprise at this news.

She continues with "I am sure Korg will get over it. He has a roving eye anyway and I was probably just a passing fancy."

Mickolas frowned, "Me thinks I will need to keep my distance from Korg for a while."

Quickly changing the subject Quea asks "Do you like our new home?"

"Aye, my lady." Mickolas smiles as he glances about the room. "It is very nice, however, we still need to maintain a home in Kelethin as well."

Quea giggles and says "With my riches that will not be a problem. we can have as many homes as you like." "Really you should dress now. I think it best if we go out and show the town folk how happy we are."

"As you wish my lady!" Mickolas bows before Quea.
Quea grabs Mickolas and passionately kisses him. "No need to be so formal darling".

Mickolas kisses Quea passionately, embrassing with his strong arms.

"I see you are as pleased as I to be married and raising a family," cooed Quea

Mickolas smiles at Quea, "Lead the way my lady."

========Several hours later========

When the pair returned to bed down once again. Quea began to drink ale. At one point so drunk she nearly passed out and then as she recovered, the effects of the love potion that had once gripped her faded quickly.

Mickolas tells Quea, "We are being congratulated by many of the guild folk."

"Really?" Quea replies, "well I am pleased." Quea sat in silence wondering how she could ever even look at Korg in the eyes again after what she has done.

Mickolas looked at Quea concerned, "My lady, you are very quiet."

"Ohh I was just thinking about someone..er something."

Mickolas hugs and kisses Quea lightly. "What or whom, my lady?"

Quea pulls away "Oh nothing, no nothing at all."

"Are you sure my lady? You can trust me." Mickolas hugs Quea again.

Quea stays in Mickolas' arms, "The ale is having a strange effect on me. Why did you marry me Mickolas?"

"My lady do you need to ask?"

Quea frowns "It is not for my riches is it?"

Mickolas smiles at Quea lovingly, "Did you not know that I had fancied you for some time, but had been quiet about it? Did you not see the way I looked at you from time to time." "Your riches, my lady? What kind of question is that? I had no idea of your wealth."

Quea tried to hide the surprise she felt, "Oh I am ahhh flattered indeed. Then this marriage is but a dream come true?"

Mickolas speaks proudly, "Plus, I am in no need of riches. Wealth means little to me."

The sound of cackling is heard nearby.
"Did you hear that?" Quea looks around suspiciously.

"My lady, my lady. No need to be sorrowful."

"Oh I am not sorrowful dear Mick just a bit confused. I am sure you will make a fine husband for me." Quea smiles weakly at Mickolas.

"Why confused?" Mickolas asks.

"Oh something has changed, I don't feel quite right I guess. I find I am very worried now about Korg. He will not take this news lightly. Which makes me worry even more about your safety."

"My lady, you need not worry. I will always treat you with respect.'
And let me do the worrying about Korg, my lady."

Quea states sombrely, "A respectful husband how exciting." And then smiles wistfully. "Well we will have to spend more time together to learn each others strengths in battle, Mick."

"Aye, we will my lady, we will learn each other's ways all in good time.'

Quietly Quea says "I feel I need to rest now dear. I have a terrible headache for some reason."

Mickolas touches Quea's cheek, "Rest, my dear, rest. I will make plans for our party."

A single tear flowed down Quea's cheek as she pretended to fall asleep.


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TWILIGHT


Mithlin looked at me curiously. "What have you seen in the other world?"

"I have seen twilight from the inside." I solemnly replied.

How could he possibly understand? I now was not of the light of the world nor lost in its darkness forever. Everything came to me as if standing in twilight. Even as I spoke with Mithlin I was painfully reminded of how foreign my world had become. Karana began to bless us with a beautiful rain, I could see it, I could hear its pattering but alas, I could not feel or taste a single drop. Always I had believed the drops of rain to be Karana's kisses upon me and now his affection was only a memory.

"Who can forget the sorrowful wails of a barbarian?" My broken heart cried out. I would never forget the sound that reached me in twilight. I did not so haunt this world as those sounds haunted me. Those sounds and the moment of my leaving. The coldness rushing through me, my last words left unspoken. "I always loved you, Korg."

I looked out at the sea from the docks, Mithlin beside me. No scent of salt air, no whisper of the blowing breeze touching my skin, no sun warming my skin, none of Karana's kisses reaching me, this was what my world had become. The emptiness within me reaching all around.

My need to return to Firiona docks and my home was so strong. "Why do you make Firiona Vie your home?" I smiled at Mithlin, and replied "A tiny measure of comfort is granted me when her familiar sights greet my eyes. I love the sea and the salt air, and the flowers here. I can pick Firiona Roses all day. There is a lovely beach for swimming and a beautiful waterfall, and one of the best trout streams anywhere and I love the drixies. I could wander her fields and watch the drixies in constant colourful flight for days on end. Here is the place I can also once again engage in battle and the the drixies and the pilgrims at my side aid me. Here is a place I can momentarily forget what has wounded me forever.

I smiled weakly at Mithlin, no longer patient for the unreliable ships of Butcherblock. "I can take you across the Dreadlands." I wondered why I was so sure now about a place that once terrified me. In twilight some things were clearer, the Dreadlands were not to be feared but merely tolerated.

My soul needed to return to Firiona, I could not bear the time spent away from her. What little light that remained would dim as I wandered further from my home. I wanted to stay here within twilight in Firiona for a short time longer. I could not leave until the sounds of twilight were gone.

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A VOICE FROM LIGHT


Elsbet spoke to me. She spoke of Greatfool, she spoke of some link to life that was still strong. She gave me hope but hope of what?

I wept my silent tears alone. If I was returned maybe I could make one of them happy. My husband? My lost love? or dare I think it, Korg?