5-7 Flamerule, 1359DR
[Game of October 29, 2005]
Soon after the tournament, Jaran receives vague and troubling word from her guild — the keeper of her “inn” in Fallen Valley urgently requests her aid. With Kalcryx, Evan, Rowan, Gwynnedh, and Connor in tow, she travels to the luckless little town.
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1 Flamerule, 1359DR
[Game of October 22, 2005]
The town of Mosstone opens its gates to merchants and visitors for a day of trade, tales, and tournaments.
The Archery
The Joust
The Swordplay
The Spellduel
The Martial Spellduel
The Beast Taming
21 Kythorn, 1359 DR
“Vabi!”
His head turns and he grins at me, crying, “Aunt Gwynnedh!” He jogs a few steps and meets us at the gate.
I introduce him to Aaron Justblade, and I am gratified by my nephew’s manners. He bows deeply and introduces himself well, honouring both his father and mother. “I am Alvabis, born of Jaeda bir Druzhari by Lelam Athunsun, and I am very honoured to meet you, sir.”
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20th Kythorn, 1359 DR
Hadrian’s steps slow and his mood turns dark. I check him and he gladly stops, though his ears swivel curiously and he is confused.
“A moment, please, Master Aaron.” I throw my leg over and slide to the ground. “Hadrian will mutiny soon if we go on like this.”
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Spring, 1359 DR
We arrive in Waterdeep, near the House of Wonders. Zonas regards me a moment, seeming somewhat uneasy. “I do not wish for a lot of bother, Gwynnedh,” he says quietly.
“Of course, cousin.” I dip my head. “But I am known here, and news does spread. Will you have me deny you?”
He shakes his head, sighing somewhat. “If they know, they know.”
“And if they must know, they must know…” I add. He frowns at me sharply. I answer him with a smile. “Surely a few deserve to know the purest truth.”
“A few,” he consents.
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30 Tarsakh, 1359 DR
No one has come yet to tell me the midday meal is served, but I cannot bear to hide myself away any longer. I dress myself quickly, passing over my leather trousers for thin stockings, my snug bodice for a linen chemise and my loose tunic for a woolen gown the colour of the sky. My hair is too wet, still, to wear free, so I coil it around the crown of my head and secure it with the horse comb.
I look at myself in the tall mirror. It is silly to wonder if my love will be pleased — if I were coated in mud and manure and the blood of a hundred orcs, he would be glad to see me safe home again, though perhaps he wouldn’t kiss me so eagerly.
But I do wonder. Nervousness flutters in my belly. I could almost squeal with excitement.
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25 Tarsakh, 1359DR
[Game of October 15, 2005]
Xun defeated, several sons killed, Gkar’s family rescued.