As always, I’m glad to hear from you. I have been well, and Flicker enjoys your gift to her immensely. Unfortunately, we received the parcel while in the middle of the King’s Forest, so she was unable to fully appreciate the kite. She is anxious to try it out however. Isn’t she always excited though? And for the umpteenth time, there is nothing going on between Flicker and I. We’re just friends. I’m sorry, but your desire for grandchildren has to wait. Kelemvor has work for me to do! (I jest, of course. Flicker is a sweet girl, but we simply don’t see each other that way. Even if I did, I doubt she’d have much patience for me. It’s a wonder she’s still around!)
My apologies for such a delay in my response. Things have been hectic lately. So much has happened in the last few days, I barely know where to start.
For one thing, I have two… well, I suppose three, more companions now… Can you imagine? Since leaving Kelemvor and the army, not a soul has rallied to my cause. Even Flicker is only tangentially interested in my goal. She still just wants to play all the time. I suppose my new companions aren’t exactly searching for Veinlash either. Each of them have their own desires. They’re an… ah, interesting bunch. Not in a negative way, I assure you. They’re genuine people. Just… not the sort you’d run into every day.
The first, I met with Flicker as we entered an inn of sorts. He was the only patron aside from us… which isn’t terribly surprising. Recall that we were in King’s Forest… what sort of inn is in the middle of the forest? But I’m rambling. After watching us intently for a while, I decided to confront the man, to decide if he was a threat or not. He revealed himself as a writer of sorts… chronicling adventurers, though not as a bard. A scholar of some sort. His name is Wallice. He appears to have some skill in magical healing as evidenced in our fight with the giant spider… but I’m getting ahead of myself. Wallice has some secrets which he kindly revealed to us. I’m unsure if he would appreciate me spreading the word of his… let’s say, condition. Rest assured, he means no harm, and is working closely with his goddess, Salune.
The second (and third) companion, we met via some distressing circumstance. As we made camp for the night (the inn… blew up. I’m still unclear on the details.), Flicker and I awoke to the sound of terrified screaming. Without a moment of hesitation, Flicker bolted off towards the panicked cries. Wallice and I trailed behind, as I had to alert him of the happenings and strap on my armor. Blasted plate mail takes so long to equip. You’d think after years of wearing the suit, I’d be accustomed to equipping it quicker.
When we arrived at the scene, we found… spiders. A swarm of smaller ones, chasing Flicker and what appeared to be a young girl riding atop a blink dog, of all things. And another spider… much… much larger than the rest loomed towards me. With the combined efforts of my blade, Flicker’s magic, and the magic of the small girl, the spider was gravely wounded. Wallice cured our wounds with a word to his goddess. The young girl… she spoke barely a word of common at first, but Flicker’s talent for languages managed to get her to cooperate with the rest of us. Her name is Asglyn… and she seems like such a wild, innocent child. Apologies, I shouldn’t call her a child. She is a halfling, from what I can tell. But her demeanor is near childlike… but she’s got her “big brother” protecting her. Note the quotations… Asglyn seems to have deep ties with her blink dog companion. His name is Weylyn. He is incredibly protective of her… which I can admire.
The four of us together, along with a yellow-clad gnome named Rafa and a large… machine man… travel towards Wheloon, to find Rafa’s sister’s inn. Along the way, and against my better judgement and towards Flicker’s reckless insistance, we headed to The Mouth o’ Gargoyles. It looks nearly how it sounds. It was a small village, with gargoyle statues atop the wall surrounding it. As we approached, we noticed pillars of smoke… black smoke… Wallice, Asglyn, and Weylyn could smell the scent of burning bodies. Soon after, Flicker and I could as well.
An orc raiding party. How many of them have I dealt with before? And each time, I cannot fathom their reasoning. Why would anyone, anything, murder innocents, desecrate the bodies, and steal their belongings. What sick pleasure does it bring to them, what challenge? It burns in my blood and makes me sick. We arrived near too late. Flicker snuck in ahead of us, and began distracting them with her illusions. The rest arrived soon after to dispatch of the brutes. Most of them seemed more like minions, barely withstanding our assault. Weylyn seemed enthusiastic to attack, Asglyn more reluctant. However, they held their own. Asglyn appears to be able to control nature and alter her appearance… it seems she could have druidic powers. Wallice.. behaved a bit erratically, which he later explained was caused by his condition. However, he kept us alive, which I am grateful for. A couple of the orcs seemed a bit stronger and more intelligent, brandishing better weaponry and armor. One actually wounded me severely, unexpectedly hamstringing me. We managed to subdue the lot of them. A few met their untimely deaths, but a couple were simply unconscious. We bound them with rope and manacles…
The rest of the party searched for survivors. However, I couldn’t sit idly after the bloodbath…
Corpses. Burning corpses. Piles of dead, defiled bodies.
I gave them all proper burial, and prayed to Kelemvor to receive their souls. May they rest better in the afterlife. It fills me with shame to admit, the temptation to burn the bodies of the orcs in similar fashion as them was great. However, I buried them as well.
Survivors. Flicker and Wallice discovered a.. centaur, I suppose? He claimed to be a merchant… and wanted to buy the wares of the deceased villagers. I couldn’t, in good conscience, let them simply take the victim’s belongings… but they managed to convince me that it was either selling to the merchant to put to good use, rather than bury them and let graverobbers have their way…
The rest of our trip to Wheloon went without much incident. After we arrived though, is a different matter… but I suppose I’ll tell you about it another time. Looking back, this letter has gone on rather long. My apologies again, father. So much has happened and I suppose I got wrapped up in telling you. I get the feeling much grander things are in store for Flicker and I, and our new companions. I suppose will give me something to write about in our correspondence.
I look forward to hearing back from you. Magnus says hello. Flicker waves enthusiastically. Send my greetings to Merron. Visit Mother and Fionna for me.
Take care of yourself.