Song of the Ages

Old stomping grounds

What do you want? Yeah, we got back from the elven isle safe and sound, though we did have to pound a giant along the way. The fort had come a long way since last we’d seen it, with the inn finished and operating. The drinks on tap were good, though I’ll have to see if we can diversify the stock even more. If we could have some of the more exotic brews I’ve had in my travels on tap, I might even consider settling down.

Might, mind you. I can’t always vouch for the itch in my feet and in my soul.

And after that? Aren’t you being a bit nosy? Well, yes, I’ve told you so much of our story so far, maybe it is rude to leave you… but, well, the next part is a bit personal, see? I don’t much like talking about it. Never really talked about it in length even with the rest of the Black Foxes. But I suppose there’s some good in airing it out. Like spitting, sometimes you got to do it to let you breathe.

So, coming back to the fort, we found Anya waiting for us with a job offer. You know, Anya, Fulgin’s sister. Never really met her myself, but she traveled with Qelroth a bit before. Turns out she’s one of those Lighthand lot you hear about. She wanted our help clearing out a ruined tower close to the border to the north. Seems like she’d heard it was being used by some necromancer and she wanted us to run him out of there. We agreed since, well, we all had our reasons, but I don’t think the others knew I had some history with that particular tower. Not good history either. Long story short, lots of good people died and me nearly along with them. Ended up having to spend a lot of time away from civilization, which could be where the itch started. Anyways, we left to get to this tower.

We stopped at the last stronghold and got our supplies. Even ran into a familiar face, though why she’s still with the army at all baffles me. After what the generals did, I’d never want to take orders again. From anyone, not just them. After there, we decided to cut through the swamplands that lay directly between us and the tower. Not a pleasant place, but a bit like home to me now. Like I said, I spent a good amount of time away from normal folk and that was one of the places. We even ran into a familiar face there. Older half-orc woman that nursed me back from the brink of death, back in the day. She’s the one that helped me really tap into my anger and fight. Granted, we weren’t meeting on the best of terms. Her village had just been attacked by savages and she was hellbent on finding them and seeing if they had any prisoners she could free. She gets like that with those she sees as family. It’s just how she is.

I talked the others into helping her. I was going to do it even if they weren’t, but I was glad to have their help. Even with them, I nearly got overwhelmed, surrounded by fur and teeth and… something else, but fortunately we won out and managed to free those two kids you see running around the fort now. Sent them all back here since they had no place to call home no more. The rest of us though had to deal with that tower still, so we kept going forward.

Secret Text Passage 4
The Folly of Llamryl and other Nursery Rhymes

Transcription of the full secret text that Belfran and Farin found within “The Folly of Llamryl and other Nursery Rhymes” while traveling by ship from Desya to Westport.


Thoughts on Revenge, Assholery and other things

My idea of revenge was political sabotage, instead we ended up killing Alwin.
But I guess this ending was more fitting considering Alwin tried to kill us… I learned long ago that just killing people isn’t very satisfying, or at least, I do not finding killing people to be so. When I got my throat cut I hunted down and killed those responsible, but it didn’t change anything. I was still robbed of my voice, and the death of those who hurt me did nothing, and I still had to learn to live with my new handicap.
So, having learned that, I intended on leaving Alwin in ruin and scandal, but instead we left him dead. I guess it’s not really a loss, at least we know for certain that he can never come back to harm the Black Foxes… but there is no sense of personal satisfaction at his death.
Why does revenge seem to make everyone else feel better, when revenge does nothing for me?
Oh well, I guess it doesn’t really matter. What’s done is done.
The visit to House Amastaria wasn’t as bad as I thought it would be. I probably should have been nicer. I mean, my father truly seems sorry for… everything…
But what can I say? I’m an asshole.
I kept throwing Wyllo under the carriage too. I was hoping on getting myself out of the spotlight by drawing attention to the fact that Wyllo is part of the family. It somewhat worked but I’m rather sure that Wyllo is now miffed at me.
Again, asshole

I know I’ve been acting like a child ever since we got to Celeria, but somehow I just couldn’t bring myself to be courteous to my father after all these years. I wanted to be jerk.

In other news we rescued Oak’s family. I haven’t taken any time to get to know Oak, he seems like an asshole to me(I guess that means that we should get along fine…) I’m not overly fond of him thus far at any rate, but I am rather curious to get to know his family. Seeing as now the four of them, Oak, and myself are the only elves living among humans on a permanent basis. Chances are I’ll be spending more time with them in the long run after everyone else in the Black Foxes dies of old age.

Note to self: Apologize to Wyllo for being an asshole
Other note to self: Check out that book Belfran stole from my library, he said it’s important

Someone Slap Wyllo

My desire to hurt Wyllo continues to grow everyday. When did she become my superior? Was it when she got her beloved Firenze? Or perhaps it was when she decided she could go from some failed thief to Elvish royalty. Either way, she’s not better than me nor anyone else in the party. Someone needs to bring those elves back down to reality. I don’t follow them, nor will I ever. Mutiny, anyone?


So we managed to get to that island of elven outcasts, right? Belfran got his hands on a ritual that would let us travel to and from the main elven island, but I admit I wasn’t feeling too fond of going. Of all the elves I’ve met, the ones from the main island seem to have a screw or two loose in their heads. And I don’t mean that in a good way.

We went anyways. Turns out Faren’s family was waiting for us at the teleportation circle and though she had told us little about them, I was expecting something to go sideways quickly since she must have had a reason to run away from home. Fortunately, the only thing that happened was sitting through a lavish dinner with Faren’s father apologizing to her again and again and Wyllo’s dad, now aware of her existence, trying feebly to get to know her. Not much of a backbone, that one. All in all, it turned out better than I’d expected, especially when Faren’s dad said that he was leaning on Alwin’s family to turn over Oak’s family at once.

Smooth sailing, right? Wrong.

The next morning when we went to pick up Oak’s kin, Alwin was there with some troops and tried to roast them in front of us. At least when asked why, he could admit out loud that it was simply to spite us. Fortunately, we were able to save his family and kill Alwin, which in my mind is the very definition of win-win. Now we just have to get back home and figure out what is going on with lich cultists attacking our fort.

Things I'll Never Say

Ok, let’s talk about this leader nonsense. And this family nonsense.

I think I may have made a mistake as “leader” of our group. I have this issue with things being taken away from me that I didn’t consent to, and generally it also involves people. I never asked for family, but I also never asked for them to be taken away…or for them to sail away without knowing that I existed. I’m not angry or bitter about that—not enough that I would ever do anything about it or pretend it hadn’t happened. It is the way it is. I grew up a thief, I messed up a job, I went into hiding with Yoon.

No big deal, right?

Until Yoon gets framed for murder. Which isn’t unlikely, considering things she’s done, but come on. What’s the point in framing an assassin who’ll cut your throat out? What’s the point in framing an assassin who has a thief friend who’ll smite you with an arrow? (Yea, that second one I did. That’s not hypothetical.)

I think the problem came up when I made the mistake of thinking that it created a bond between people. And yet, following the unfolding of events after Yoon being framed, we ended up in a position where she kills someone and Fulgen gets angry and leaves. I don’t like when people leave. I like it about as much as I like people lying to me, and we well know how much I despise people lying to me.

Basically. Fulgen left, Yoon lied.

Points lost.

And then cue some family that I’d never bargained for, with some high, noble blood that I didn’t ask for either. I’m having some minor regrets about this whole situation. I don’t like when things happen without the active consent of all players involved, and finding out that I might have some relation to Farin, (Fey) who so conveniently came to our aid when we were fighting a dragon demon was just something that clicked on my instinct, I suppose. Where does that even come from? If it had been Yoon that had been kidnapped (hahahaha. Let’s be honest, they’d all be dead before leaving port.), I would have carved my way through with Firenze. I don’t know if I like all of this rational logic telling me that I should go after someone I don’t even know.

And on that topic of not knowing, when we finally caught up with Farin (Fey) and her captors, she was in a fucking dress? She’d gone all regal and at the risk of losing anyone else, I offered to switch places with her. Rather, I took up the offer. On that subject, everything would have been fine if Mosi and Belfran hadn’t decided they weren’t ok with that and come after the ship I portaled onto with that Xilro elf. Person. Whatever. In Mosi’s and Belfran’s defense, I’m not enough of a leader to tell them not to do something, and I wouldn’t want to be. So logically, not telling them not to do something stupid because I’m not that sort of person was the exact thing that fucked us over. Cue two broken ships. The one who commandeered to track Farin (Fey) down, and the one Farin (Fey) had been on with Xilro.

On the plus side, everyone in the company was relatively unscathed, so I guess that’s ok.

Fey, though, is being very…noble now. Not in a good way, though I wonder if there is such a thing. I’m not the biggest fan of the way she’s acting because it makes it difficult to explain to her that revealing herself to be alive after twenty-five years and then telling her father that she’s been held captive is probably not a good idea. Where’s our alibi, exactly? She’s wandering around with a group of mercenaries, one of whom is a bastard half elf that’s not supposed to exist and might come face to face with a father that probably also doesn’t know she exists. (Me. I’m talking about me.) On top of that, Fey is walking around in that dress with some crest ring or other and people are recognizing her for it and I don’t like it.

I don’t know what will be waiting for us in Celeria. I’ve been keeping a distance from Yoon because she has her own business she’s dealing with, but we’ve run into people from our past. Namely, a shirtless drow who’s helping us get into Celeria itself, and all I want right now is to go home. I suppose the closest thing to home is back at the Thieves’ Guild, but guess what I also found out after sending that letter to Scratch? Mother dearest never wanted me to be a thief. Scratch doesn’t want me in Celeria.

I’m setting a great record by disappointing everyone I know.

I just don’t want to be here. I should have thought this through. I’m surrounded by people and suddenly have no one to talk to. Not that I talked much anyway, but there’s a difference now.

If I run into Father dearest—I’m using these terms because I don’t know what else to call them; I think my Mother loved me, but I was too young when she was gone anyway, so what do I know, really—would he even know what I was? Who? Would he care?

Maybe when this is all over, I’ll go to back to…what was it. Shadowfell? The place with the tree underground. I’m pretty sure no one would look for me there. I have my little dragon and I have Firenze. That’s enough, right?

Point: I liked that tree. No random family members would pop out of it, right? I wouldn’t be compelled into something that I can’t make heads or tails of.

Don't mess with the Black Foxes

Where were we? Right, Ferin had just been kidnapped and taken by some elf that was also threatening Oak’s family. Seriously, I know I’m not one to talk, but how many people can you piss off before you realize that it’s nothing more than your own fault? I think it might be an elf thing, since Oak, this elf and now Ferin have all started acting like it.

But I’m getting ahead of myself there. We sailed for days, slowly gaining on the kidnapper’s ship until finally we got close enough that they had to either talk or fight. I was expecting the latter so I was surprised when the elf kidnapper teleported onto our ship with his kidnappee. I mentioned that Wyllo had said that Ferin was actually a girl, right? I hadn’t put much stock in it at the time, but when they came on board, she was wearing a dress and looking almost, well, content with the situation. I’m telling you, if someone grabbed me like they had with her, I’d put a hole in their boat just to spite them, my own ability to swim be damned. But her? She told us that they’d come to an arrangement in which she’d help him shame her house, which I guess is like a clan.

Stone below, just saying that makes my bile rise. I’m not exactly beholden to my own clan as they probably are quite content to act like I’m dead, but I’m not out there raising my hand against them. They are the ones that taught me how to smelt metal and smith steel. Thinking about turning on them just feels wrong. And here is Ferin, or Fey I suppose her real name is, talking about aiding her kidnapper in taking her own family down a few pegs!

Yeah, I know. Everyone has their reasons, but it just makes me feel more and more that elves can really be a backstabbing lot, and not in the useful way that Wyllo and Yoon are. Well, Fey talked Wyllo helping with this plan since her presence would somehow further shame that house, but then the kidnapper, Alwin I think his name was, started demanding that we leave the two girls with him and just leave. I hated him before for kidnapping one of us and threatening the family of another, but now I just seethed at him, at his pure arrogance. Like we’d trust him after the few tricks we’ve already seen him pull. When he convinced Wyllo to come onto his ship, Belfran and I followed, using the lizard’s magic and that really set him off! He played it cool, of course, showing some anger but then waiting until our guard was a little bit down before he blew a gaping hole in our ship. I was able to somewhat return the favor by smashing one of his ship’s masts and pasting some of his crew, but he escaped before I could do the same to his head. We managed to capture most of his men though and got those that survived our first ship sinking onto the second ship. Admittedly, it took some time to repair the damage I’d done to it and it barely got us to land as it was, but I felt more than justified.

Alwin, and everyone else, has got to learn not to cross us. No matter what, I want them to know that doing so is going to hurt.

Ah, sorry. Guess I was gripping that mug too tightly. It just, well, gets under my skin. Anyways, we got to land and started mingling with the elven outcasts that people this fine land. Though most elves from the main island all seem to have something wrong with them, the ones that live here aren’t so bad. Good cider too. We even met Pale again. Seems like his people have figured out a way to teleport up here to try to convince some of the surface drow to come live with them. Belfran was pretty interested in that, since we need to get to the main island and save Oak’s family. Also to make sure Alwin has learned his lesson.

Yeah, I’m crushing his head if we meet again.

I Don't Have Daddy Issues...

I’m going back to Celeria… back to my birthplace… back to my parents.
And I’m doing it by my own free will.
I struck a deal with Alwin, the Highborn who captured me. I agreed to cooperate with him to bring shame down upon my family in exchange for the lives of the Black Foxes and Oak’s family. It was a solid deal.
The Black Foxes had come to rescue me, and Alwin intended on killing them, which I couldn’t let happen. So I agreed to give Alwin what he wanted (A chance to ruin my family)
The next part is hazy in my mind, but I remember Alwin and I used magic to board the boat that the Black Foxes were on, and Alwin started to bargain with Wyllo. Next thing I know, Wyllo is taking my place on Alwin’s boat and the bastard sunk ours.
Belfan and Mosi managed to take Alwin’s boat over, and the coward fled through a portal.
Both boats took heavy damage. Ours sank, the other was heavily damaged.

Alwin broke our deal. He tried to kill us, and he will pay for it. It was mistaken when he thought he could just go back on his word. If he’d just kept to the deal, I would have happily testified and ruin my Father’s name. Alwin would have gotten what he wanted (a chance to elevate his own status by bringing scandal and shame to someone else.) And I would have gotten what I wanted. The safety of my friends and their loved ones.
But no
He just had to try and sink our ship and kill us all.

Luckily, despite the heavy damage to the remaining boat, the Captain managed to sail it to the Dark Isles. It took more than a week, and it gave me plenty of time to wallow in my anger. Alwin’s plan was to use me to destroy House Amastaria, and now I’m going to use myself to destroy him.
I’ve written home, the first contact I’ve made in 25 years. In my letter I told Father that Alwin was responsible for my disappearance. I claimed that he’d kidnapped me and has been holding me all this time.

I’m not looking forward to seeing my Family again. I’m only doing this because Alwin broke our deal. I’m actually not sure what Father’s reaction will be…
We were never close, I hardly ever saw him, or my Mother, growing up. In my youth I had caretakers who looked after me. Nannies when I was little, then a Governess when I was older, and scholars and tutors who were in charge of my education. The only thing Father has ever seen in me is political value. Almost the moment I came of age, he started talking about suitors. I only 105 years old when he settled on my Betrothed, I was hardly more than a child and he’d decided to marry me off for political gain.
I doubt anyone would even want me as a bride now, (thanks to my disfigurements) so hopefully that will keep Father from trying to force me to stay once we’re reunited.
With my ears the way they are, I highly doubt any Highborn would want to take me as a wife, therefore I will no longer have any political value to my father.
At least, that’s my hope.
It’s not as if he’s missed me. I hardly ever saw him growing up. He always seemed to be busy with Grandfather, taking care of who knows what. The only real memory I have of spending any sort of time with Father is when I was 50 or so. He took me hunting with my Uncles (whom I had gone hunting with many times, they were the ones who taught me how to hunt). That was the Summer before Grandfather died.
If Father had hardly been around before, once Grandfather had passed and left the role of Patriarch to Father he was never around. I spend more time with my Uncles more than I ever did with Father, and they didn’t even like me…

Not once since I left have I missed any member of my family. My father is cold and absent, my Mother distant, my Uncles’ rude, my Aunt belonging to another Household, having no cousins (until now I suppose) and my Distant Family being just that. I spent more time around the wood elves who were in charge of caring for me in my youth than I did with any member of my Family. How sad is it that I think more fondly of the Servants of my Father’s house more than my Father, or any other family member?

When I was a child I wanted nothing more than to make my Father proud of me. I was always seeking his approval. I studied hard with my tutors, was always well-behaved around the house, and learned to hunt with my Uncles. But nothing I ever did seemed to get his attention. It was only when I did something wrong did he seem to notice me. After he became Patriarch I realized my only value was as a political pawn.
If it hadn’t been for the fact that Alwin broke our deal, I would have been positively giddy at the prospect of bringing chaos to my Father. It would have been my absolute pleasure to do so.
I’m disappointed really. Instead of ruining my Father, now I have to destroy Xilro instead. It’s a pity really. We could have all walked away happy.

I wonder what Father will say when he sees me.

Letter to House Amastaria
Farin’s Letter to her Father

Dear Father,
I hope this letter finds you well.
It’s Fey.
I’m writing to let you know that I’m alive, having survived 25 years in captivity. I’ve only just escaped, are by the skin of my teeth with the aide of a wood-elf by the name of Heian Meliamne and the company of mercenaries he works for.
I have suffered much in my 25 years of captivity, at the hands of Alwin Xilro, my captor.
My disfigurements will tell you more of my treatment in the care of my captor than I can possibly explain in a letter.
I am afraid of Alwin Xilro, and fear that he will prevent my return home.
Heian and his company are escorting me back to ensure I am retuned safely before Xilro can silence me for good.
He has already attempted to recapture me once since I escaped his hideout on Blackhull, and only failed because of Heian, and his company’s bravery.

Hoping to see you very soon,

Lady Fey of House Amastaria

Half-Breeds Everywhere

Hello Paper,

It has been a while, hasn’t it? Where have I been since the last time I wrote? Honestly, probably everywhere. Wyllo has taken the role of leader over this horrible band of misfits. We also have picked up a few more of society’s rejects. One of them seems to be really close to Wyllo and I don’t know if I like it. No, this is not some weird lesbian jealousy thing, it’s a “I don’t like strangers” thing. Wyllo as leader? Pfft. What are we going to do now? More good? Family reunions? Bleh – all sound incredibly uneventful. People are given up for a reason. Maybe they should learn you can only really on one person. Oh well, I’ll continue with this party until I find something better. Who knows, perhaps this would be the perfect time to make my mark. Also, can someone please punch Oak? He’s incredibly obnoxious.


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