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Enter The Shadow Council
The Death of An Ally, Birth of Hope

Aslatiel

Today I met many upstanding people with concerns that cannot be ignored. The Shadow Council is something that my people should have done and hopefully with my help we can make it great enough to stop the horde finally.

The members of the council are as follows:

Obliviax Marchesson the Glorious from the Tower of Glory. A human wizard with information from other wizards who are not content with the Hobgoblin menace. He fell in battle. Yet another soul to avenge due to my own ineptitude. Someday I will be strong enough to stop this senseless killing, this I swear to you Obliviax.

Captain Alrica Halfpenny from the hobbits. It is on her ship that we hold this secret meeting. I am very happy to be on a true halfling vessel again and immediately go to greet the captain and thank her for her hospitality as is custom. It boggles me how my more ‘civilized’ elven companion can ignore such customs. The Captain is eager to share rumors with me and we relax and share a drink while we await our last companion. One of the tree folk who I’ve never met.

Snuffin Lamboster Nevelin from the Golden Fellowship. A very peculiar Genome, but that might be a redundant statement as I’ve never met one I would not describe as peculiar. She seems to be very eager to help us in our cause and helps us make a plan to get the Onyx Kingdoms. We came up with the plan to ask them to take in the slaves and refugees we rescue.

Jayra from the Restored Guard of Brightfount. I spoke very little to Jayra but from what I understand her heart is in the right place. She was very swift in the battle that followed the councils meeting and for that I raise a glass to her.

Nestor the cleric of Vodalya the Goddess of Travelers. A very devout follower of Vodalya. I am not to fond of the deity myself, but I am happy to count Nestor among my friends and allies. His main concern is to safeguard his trails, I am not quiet sure why its so important but wanting to protect what is his and his goddesses I can respect if not understand.

Moments after we conclude the meeting we hear the shaggy bastards killing off some innocent small folk above decks. We quickly run to help them and join in battle. It does not take long for the killers to overpower us. My new companions did all they could to save as many as possible but many died and I only have myself to blame. I should have known they would know we were here, I should have been more prepared. I will make them pay for the innocent deaths most of all, Obliviax was a great loss but to kill unarmed small folk like senseless animals. That is what our enemy is, a well organized animal that needs to be put down.

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Father

Father, I am slowly understanding the strange customs that these people partake in. They choose to move so fast in all things it is hard to follow all the time. I feel as though I am just understanding something and then a new concept comes along. I will not lie I do enjoy the challenge but I only wish they would take a moment to truly think ahead rather than impulsively jump at a moments notice.

We met a family a… group of dwarves they work the land and create life. I have named them shepherds. I believe they understand the importance of maintaining the balance needed to keep harmony in the lands. They have two littllings they are named Caleb and Cilla. Both these littlings are very similar in appearance. I am confused by Caleb I once called her their daughter and she grew red. They corrected me and called her boy, as it was explained to me the boy is not a daughter and not a father but in between. Our titles are not the same to them it seems. I have a lot to learn about them and I enjoy the lessons.

We have learned that a handful of the last emissary group survived. They have merged with our groups but of course, their leader remains strong her fire still remains warming her seed. She has the heart of a first mother burning inside her. I will enjoy our rivalry.

These hobgoblins have taken over our grandfather tree… they have violated his body and children and wish to cause further harm to others. He calls to us as do all the lands around us we hear them crying to end the torment. My heart breaks for them and we have wept for their sorrow, we must help them. I can still feel his pain I can feel them all. Father.. What will become of him?

The people here have learned to tame the fierceness of the waters. They use large boats that glide easily along any current. We can learn so much from these people and I believe they could benefit from our wisdom. I shall aid these people and take back what belongs to us. We will not take this insult to our lands and people. We cannot let the hobgoblins torment go on any longer father.

I pray the winds take this to your roots, Mother may you watch over the soil that protects us, father stand ever tall guiding us and shielding us from harm. I am your daughter Hycintha first sister of the clan.

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Journal entry

I was dreaming again. The tree stood on my shoulders and grew into the sky. I could feel the weight but it did not affect me. I walked beside my people in the forest no.. they walked with me. They formed two lines and waited. waited for what? or whom? I do not know. MY path lead me away. Balancing my tree on my shoulders I walked until I was away from my home. Where the fire was… The fire… I could feel its heat licking my face as I continued onward my feet burned as I walked. I could feel the crunch of the earth giving way to my growing weight. Clouds in the burning sky suddenly became dark and cloudy. Giving my scorched skin some rest. The clouds wept and healed me. I felt a cool breeze gently blowing old skin and bark off my ever growing body. Flower petals and maple leaves rained from the sky as my tree opened itself to the rain. My feet could no longer carry me I dropped. My knees sunk into the dirt, my waist, my chest… my …face… I swallowed the earth waiting to be born again.

I woke up with a smile.

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Journal entry
An interesting day.

We managed to avoid detection so often of late that I dare say I feel like we are a powerful force. Our people have always been gifted in blending into our own environment but I am not surrounded by our forests anymore and it is very unnerving. I have felt like a sapling out of place for so long I hadn’t even realized it until today. I won’t deny my feelings any longer I enjoy my new found identity. I enjoy my new role in the world as to what it may lead me to I am unsure. I felt guilt father… for being swept up in a rebellion. As I strayed from my original path I realized perhaps this is where I belong. Perhaps in helping my new friends I help our people gain back the alliance we shared with the elves. We shared a wonderful friendship as they took care of our grandfather. I feel like this now with my friends. I feel it is important for us to finally come out of the forest and bond with others who share our interests. We must remain strong or fall as we have here if we remain like we are I feel we may all perish.

I look upon this carving with a stirring in my heart I am very confused father
I am not understanding these feelings. I have asked the others what the action was called. I wanted to know what exactly we shared and Aslatiel called it making love. What is love? I have heard this word a few times. A loved one, they are in love, lovers and loved. What a strange thing I felt pleasure from our exchange and wish to partake in another session. The thing that comes to mind that resemble this exchange could be our seeding ritual but I do not feel the same as I did then. I felt safe, safer than I have felt in a long time. She ended our session and gave me a gift it was a carving of a tree. My mind keeps reflecting on that tree she gave me. It is delicate and also sturdy just as we are. I also left her with a gift. A small rose I grew for her with my life force. It bloomed a vivid and lovely green. The colors fascinated her she only let out a small gasp. Such awe I saw in her eyes that which I have not ever seen before.

We have a long road ahead of us one that I am wanting to see the end of. I want to help everyone here be free of this terror. I want to walk the forests here and hear the singing. Oh, dear sisters, I miss your singing. I hear no songs here only pain and suffering the forests and land are weeping. I almost cannot stand to hear it anymore so much suffering… dscn4233.jpg

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Journal entry again
the second picture

Here is my carving dscn4233.jpg isnt it lovely

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