Sha'hale's Journal
This small, leather bound diary was found in Sha'hale's pillowcase. The writing is neat and trim and holds various notes and thoughts. It seems to have served as a place for her to work through her ideas. The following are the most relevant passages.
Dorfus writing to say he would miss a Weiran Midwinter is the last straw for me. Sure, the men in our family never amount to much, but he would give up his favorite holiday for the comfort of a platinum mine!? He used to be Mr. Old Weir, fancied himself the unofficial mascot of the celebration. It’s his friends at the Copp' got him all riled up I’m sure. Filled my brother’s fool’s head with dreams of wealth in a big city…But it just doesn’t sit right with me. Rya agreed, she didn’t expect her uncle to last more than a few months! I dislike taking unilateral action, but I cannot sit on my hands any longer. Something must be done.
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1520, Eleint 07
They’ve started calling us The Badgers. It’s foolish really that we should be so divided right now. We’ve all taken the same oaths to protect Old Weir and all the values we hold true, and they want to bury their heads in the sand and pretend Old Weir is an island, untouchable by the outside world. But what happens when the outside world comes to us? I believe it has. Of course there is nothing more I would like than to live a life of quiet contemplation, maybe back at Bask’s cabin with Rya, tending the gardens…But that life won’t exist, Old Weir won’t exist as an idea, if we are threatened by forces in the world beyond. We’ve persisted so solidly, shaped and bolstered by our isolation—a self-sustained world in the Savage Frontier. But civilization has found us. The frontier is no longer a frontier but a so-called “Alliance” — they’ve even branded it, "The Vostewylde." Who am I to say if it is for the better, but at least I want to know, I want to see this Vostewylde Alliance for what it is, with clear eyes. If we are to join for good, who are our new bedfellows? What company do we keep on the throne in Innesbyr? I would know them. Our mandate is Old Weir, and once, it was enough to stay in Old Weir to protect it. Our enemies we could name and fight: the goblin miners, the gnoll raiders, the Zhentarim mercenaries. But the world has moved on, and perils may not come so well-announced and corporeal. They may come like the winter mists, waiting silently in the vales and slowly approaching on little cat feet. Before we know it, the fog will be thick around us and we’ll wonder at how we never saw it coming.
1520, Uktar 19
1520, Uktar 19
1520, Uktar 26
It seems Rya and I have friends in Elgin and Shinyu, at least. Shinyu has agreed to travel with me to Innesbyr to help gain some more understanding of this Monarch and his Captain. Rya had the idea of going to Lakeville for a guide to Myth Sveldin. She and D’Luk had been talking about how queer it is that Lakeville sprung up as a town in the last ten years or so, living off the proceeds of ferrying the gold rush of adventurers to Myth Sveldin. I'm the first to admit a latent longing for a simpler life, but they've created a commune! And with Myth Sveldin suddenly becoming the place, what's happened to the adventuring classics: Taskor’s Crag, Dunkapple Castle, The Lonely Moor, the Greycloak Tombs…got to be hard on GPS. I’d forbid Rya from going on such a far-flung journey to an unknown ruin but I feel the stakes are too high, even if it is ill-conceived, we need to know more about the world that surrounds us. And besides, she’s a Rezna woman—we don’t do well being told NOT to do something. She had me promise not to tell D’Luk about it, he doesn’t like the idea of her "getting involved" with all this intrigue he thinks I fill her head with. Elgin has agreed to stay here to smooth things over with the Iceguard, and coordinate any information we can send back.
It seems Rya and I have friends in Elgin and Shinyu, at least. Shinyu has agreed to travel with me to Innesbyr to help gain some more understanding of this Monarch and his Captain. Rya had the idea of going to Lakeville for a guide to Myth Sveldin. She and D’Luk had been talking about how queer it is that Lakeville sprung up as a town in the last ten years or so, living off the proceeds of ferrying the gold rush of adventurers to Myth Sveldin. I'm the first to admit a latent longing for a simpler life, but they've created a commune! And with Myth Sveldin suddenly becoming the place, what's happened to the adventuring classics: Taskor’s Crag, Dunkapple Castle, The Lonely Moor, the Greycloak Tombs…got to be hard on GPS. I’d forbid Rya from going on such a far-flung journey to an unknown ruin but I feel the stakes are too high, even if it is ill-conceived, we need to know more about the world that surrounds us. And besides, she’s a Rezna woman—we don’t do well being told NOT to do something. She had me promise not to tell D’Luk about it, he doesn’t like the idea of her "getting involved" with all this intrigue he thinks I fill her head with. Elgin has agreed to stay here to smooth things over with the Iceguard, and coordinate any information we can send back.
1520, Nightal 04
Shinyu has everything prepared with her contacts in Innesbyr and we plan to set out within the hour. I had an odd dream last night that somehow made me feel surer that this is the path I must travel. In my dreamscape, I felt nurtured and cozy--warm from some feminine presence. Suddenly, I was wrapped in my furs and blankets riding atop Hero on the Innesbyr Road. It was twilight and Innesbyr’s famed gate was splayed out ahead of me. A few of my favorite constellations were just beginning to rise behind the city.
Shinyu has everything prepared with her contacts in Innesbyr and we plan to set out within the hour. I had an odd dream last night that somehow made me feel surer that this is the path I must travel. In my dreamscape, I felt nurtured and cozy--warm from some feminine presence. Suddenly, I was wrapped in my furs and blankets riding atop Hero on the Innesbyr Road. It was twilight and Innesbyr’s famed gate was splayed out ahead of me. A few of my favorite constellations were just beginning to rise behind the city.
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