On the 21st day of the 5th month I met my oldest companion, in both years and the time we’ve spent together. His, well I don’t really know if it is a he, but for lack of a better word, his name is Valeforaistyn and he is a couatl that lives inside my head.
5th 19th, we were scouting per usual on this road that never ends. While out scouting we were attacked by a strange monster. It had the physical appearnace of a man, an elf really, on the top and a giant spider on the bottom. It was a powerful magic user and said that it had awakened. I’ve not yet seen destructive power that great and not since. I think it was stronger even than Arius, which is unsettling. He’s strong enough.
5th 20th, I used my power to ask for knowledge about what the creature was. Before I was finished communing I had a powerful voice in my mind “Drider” it said. When I finished I got my answer, in my voices: a drider, an abomination that is part drow part spider. That just raised more questions. What’s a drow? “A DARK elf. Some are born. Some are made.” Again, the single voice.
As it turns out, that voice belonged to Valeforaistyn, the couatl of golden fire. As I shared what I knew with the group and how I came to know it I thought it best, if possible, to break down the walls between my companion and my friends so that we could treat face to face and trust each other, or not. Unfortunately, V is about a subtle with displays as I am so we chose to wait until the next day.
5th 21st, I called to V and he erupted from me in a gout of radiant fire. Whatever is wrong with me, my face, my birthmark seems to contain or bar the gate to some vast store of power through which I can channel mere droplets. When he greeted us in his full form he told much which I can only barely recall due to the shock of the whole event.
V’s last memory was trapping evil spirits. He has been bound to me for my entire life. I don’t know exactly how but our minds at least are linked. He comes from a realm of golden fire and is very, very old. At least his kind is one of the oldest beings around, older than this realm I think. He spoke of the past of humanity and how we’d been subjugated before and that there were many greater powers at play. He spoke of the dragons as “godlings”. I’m not sure what he means. He believes that the two powers that sought my allegiance were his divine patron, a solitary voice in the dark, and that the one that is now linked to me is a multitude of voices, a divinity of many, of civilization. But he’s not ever met either, although how can you meet a god?
Our time here was short for if he were to leave me fully it would free the daelkyr that he has trapped. Evidently my death will also free it, and it actively seeks that by whispering into the dreams of Arius. Before he left he said the reason that I am not able to detect the good in people the way I can sense their corruption is that in times past there were people like me, warriors who were granted the power to find evil and destroy it. I’m saddened that I can’t find the hidden good. He said that he sensed good in each of us in turn, including Arius, but not in Jadenharr. I don’t yet know what that means.
We’re only a day out of Fowhlet-Town now. It’s been a long journey now. The caravan crew has now seen the most terrifying displays of powers, bizarre creatures, and wonders. Without our help I’m sure they would have perished along the way.
I’m not entirely at ease that Elia is getting a full display of our abilities, including the fact that we can call for aid on strange creatures. I’m also very concerned that after we dispatched a pack of spiders that Illasys harvested their venom. She claimed it was to make antivenom but just as an reflex I looked past her, into her heart, and there I saw it. The shadow across her soul. I don’t know if it was there the whole time and my eyes weren’t good enough to see it or if it’s new. But it’s there. How will I tell Dazen?
A week ago we fought a mated pair of wyverns. They looked like dragons to me. And they spoke the dragon tongue. Surely these were not godlings. Again, I don’t see how the caravan could make it here without us. If there are other caravans facing similar troubles they’ve surely perished.
The horses are getting combat ready. The caravan horses are…somehow superior breeding stock. I guess they can afford the best. Hale’s given us the run down of the town, Sarington, and what we can expect here. We’re to hide our powers at all costs. I’ve been given a normal hammer to maintain appearances. Let us hope I will not need to use it.
We arrived in town and split up from the caravan to track a source of magical energy. I can’t sense it but Vindral and Jadenharr can. We tracked it to a blacksmith. A very strong looking young lady blacksmith. I forgot how long it had been since I’d seen someone like that. So many weeks on the road with just us and monsters. She made me forget my fears, however briefly. I must be on my guard is she can make me weak so easily.
At the inn we settled in for a meal and our rooms. I’d love a bath now and fresh clothes but there’s only been time to pause and collect my thoughts here. I must stop now because there are 4 violet haired men in armor along with a lady in white and an older gentleman headed to the caravan. I think our presence is required. Will write more later.