Fearn 3, 2343
As we travel from Blackwater heading home and Nuin passes to Fearn, I am reminded again of the differences between the elven homeland and these human’s with whom I travel. No celebration or mention was made of the spring equinox. As I reflect on the festivities of the Spring Revel occurring at home and pray that Celiviel, The’sehal and Baltuun made it safely across the mountains and succeeded in delaying the spread of the crystal plague, I realize that I am missing the friendships, customs and polite society of home. I have, however, come to be quite fond of these human companions and have a curiosity to explore more of the world visiting their great cities and wonders.
The celebration of spring stirring the sap in the trees and feeling nature renew the spirit has filled me with melancholy this year as I reflect on fallen comrades. I have seen more death and destruction in this past year than in all the years of my life to this point. The courage of comrades bravely committing to aid our homeland and giving everything they have to that task, even onto their very lives, has shown me the goodness that exists outside of our lands. These travels have shown me the poverty and strife that exists outside our lands. Perhaps the favour of human aid in solving our forest’s plague should be repaid by elven aid toward some of the human challenges. I begin to feel that my talents and skills are being called upon to protect and defend the worthy in the world outside of our forest borders.
Let not my arm falter, lest the lives in my care be forfeit.
Fearn 18, 2343
On a journey such as this a time must come for remembrance of the fallen companions. Witnessing the miracles of the day has caused me to reflect on the needless death and disease we have seen on this quest. I pray for the souls of the fallen comrades and regret that knowledge gained in healing and places of miracles did not come in time to save them. I ask for Corellon’s favour in doing better in the future.
For Those of Pure Heart and Good Intentions
For the wounded and sick in dire need.
Seek ye this home of the Lady of Light
Speak her name at the altar
As your tears fall seek in earnest her blessings
And be healed.
This is the inscription (or as close as we could decipher it) in the Temple of the Lady of Light outside the town of Crowstone in the Mystic Forest. Here I witnessed a blind companion’s vision healed and then saw first-hand the curse of rabid savagery lifted from Shylene’s companion Janx and the wolves of the Mystic Forest.
With the blessed miracles occurring in the temple and now, as I watch the forest and see signs of the curse lifting from all the animals in the area, I feel at peace knowing that we have helped the villagers and aided the cause of good. The village will be safe and we can set off again for home to cure the forest.
Note for the Forest Guard: I’ve inscribed a picture of the nature of the living oily vines we discovered guarding the Temple of the Lady of Light. Perhaps the researchers would find interest in the nature of the plant and uses as a guardian for our forests. Perhaps seeds or spells can be found to create more plants or protect what is in our control.
Note for the Healers: I will relay directions as best I can below, and review the path with interested parties when I return.
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