Guardians of the Past

5th of Nightal 1364 Year of the Wave

The Circle of Valor returns to the entry well. Vilnullas bangs the shields and the rope is lowered from the Yawning Portal. Uldred pays Durnan the gold coins for lifting the party out of Undermountain. The party has returned from a successful seven day foray in Undermountain and are hungry for fresh food; they order a huge breakfast. Gnossos Valmar, a gnome that walks with a cane, enters the tap room. Gnossos held the coins that were wagered by Corthen and Julas the moneylender. The heroes show their map to Durnan and a few older veteran explorers who verify that the areas the party mapped and are now describing are accurate. Gnossos verfies the results and gives the party the winnings. Corthen suddenly decides that perhaps the party should give the coins back to Julas, but Saedellas and Silvaris are opposed, thinking it could make the party a target as easy marks more than enhancing their reputation, so Corthen relents.

Corthen and Cortonas try and get information from a few of the veteran adventurers who have traveled the Underhalls but they learn that most experienced adventurers don’t usually brag about their experiences because things can change in Undermountain, sometimes in just a few months. Lavro, one of the grizzled old men explains to Corthen that what was a kobold lair can later become the domain of an eye tyrant. Corthen asks if Lavro can tell him about any areas that the Circle of Valor might see unchanged on the first level of the dungeon are. Lavro, Enek, and Durnan mention places in Halaster’s dungeon known as ‘The Grim Statue’, ‘The Hall of the Sleeping Kings’ and ‘The Falling Stair’.

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6th of Nightal 1364 Year of the Wave

Tellazar spends hours with the items that he has found radiate magic. He casts Identify on several items including the dwarven plate armor. He informs the others that it bears an enchantment of protection. Uldred and Saedellas are able to wear the armor, and the Barakor of Gorm takes the plate armor as part of his treasure split. Everyone tries to read a parchment scroll and learns that it is probably cursed, because it makes everyone who tries to read it feel slightly ill but whatever effects were intended do not come to pass.

The party goes out shopping in the city for replacement adventuring gear, to replace worn and frayed items as well as buying a few things that could be useful like a shovel and a ten foot pole. Corthen spies a new mansion being built in the Sea Ward and inquires if the home will be fore sale after its construction. The young man present says that he must speak to his uncle before he can answer the elf’s question. Corthen gives the young noble his name and where he can be found when an answer is forthcoming.

The party travels to see Honorable Mistress Seenroas Halvinhar, the High Priestess of the Tower of Luck, Temple of Tymora. The party asks for aid in helping restore Silvaris to full health. He was weakened by the wraith attack several days ago in Undermountain. She agrees on the condition that the members who are not servants of other deities must come to the Tower of Luck for the next three months. The members attending must spend ten hours a day in prayer or service to the Goddess of Luck in exchange for the aid of the Goddess. Silvaris must also agree to tithe one tenth of his earned wealth for a full year.

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7th of Alturiak 1365 Year of the Sword

Velbenda Assumber, the noble involved in building the new mansion in the Sea Ward contacts Corthen and informs him that he has spoken to his uncle, Lord Laeros Assumber. Lord Assumber has told his nephew that Corthen can purchase the house since it is for sale. Corthen thanks Velbenda but tells him that he has decided to seek property closer to the center of the city.

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1st of Ches 1365 Year of the Sword

Corthen Nightglade makes an offer to Beltaff Suldvin to purchase his home in the Castle Ward. The elderly Beltaff and his son, Grambarr, agree to the price and promise to be out by the 15th of Ches.

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8th of Ches 1365 Year of the Sword

When the party returns to Silvaris’ mansion from their services at the Tower of Luck, the guardsman Muldreg hands a sealed note to Silvaris. The thief hands it to Saedellas and smirks, “I’ll not risk my sight so soon after having it justly restored," he jokes. "I offer it to you to read, my friend.” The elven priest opens the scroll and sees the message is written in elven. He reads it once then reads it aloud to his companions.

Greetings to my brothers and sisters of the Tel’Quessir. Greetings to the children of Moradin, the father of Dwarvenkind. Greetings to my human cousins of the North. May these salutations find you in good health and safely returned to the lands under the sun and moon.

I write to you to inform you that travelers from the High Forest have come to the city seeking an audience with you. It is my honor to have them as guests among us here in our Embassy. Upon your return I ask that you dispatch a messenger to our Embassy on the corner of Diamond Street and the Street of the Singing Dolphin in the Sea Ward. Your messenger will return with further instructions.

Shilera Mooncloak, Evereskan Ambassador to Waterdeep.

The group discusses the letter for a few minutes and agrees that they will attend the meeting tomorrow. Silvaris pens a piece of parchment and asks Muldreg to carry it to the Evereskan Embassy. The guardsmen returns several hours later with a short note asking the party to appear at the Elfstone Tavern the next morning at Highsun. There they will be met by someone.

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9th of Ches 1365 Year of the Sword (Part I)

The members of the Circle of Valor put on their finery and walk to the Elfstone Tavern together. There at the entrance they are greeted by the scent of a rain-washed forest, and they see that the taproom’s roof soars up at least five stories to accommodate the live trees that grow here and there in the room. Gentle, floating motes of blue light drift among the clientele, who are almost exclusively elven. The reason for this is immediately apparent: a pair of well-armed gold elf sentinels guard the door like a pair of glowering bookends. They look the group over, considering.

One of them speaks, “There are no others of your kind inside, master dwarf. Perhaps you would feel more comfortable drinking somewhere else.” The elven guards move to block the door to the dwarf. From the corner of his eye, Uldred can see an ancient elf lift one long-fingered hand in a peremptory gesture. Immediately the guards halt. The elf—marked by his fine white robes and platinum torque as a personage of some importance—whispers a few words to the hostess, Yaereene Ilbaereth. Her angular face lights in a smile of genuine pleasure, and she comes to meet the party with outstretched hands. The door guards melt away at her approach.
Yaereene is tall and slender, with the silvery hair and eyes common to moon elves. She wears a sparkling gown that is alternately blue or green, for it changes color to match the whim and color of the tiny faerie dragon perched on her shoulder. The creature grins and flaps its gossamer wings as the pair approach, and its jeweled scales are echoed by the fine blue topaz woven into the intricate silver mesh of the elf’s necklace.

“Welcome to the Elfstone Tavern,” Yaereene says, holding out both hands to Erith in a manner common to ladies of the Waterdhavian court. It is a gracious gesture, accepting a human by his own custom. Erith takes her hands and kisses the slender fingers, and then responds in kind: holding both hands, palms up, before him, he bows low to her in a uniquely elven gesture of respect. Yaereene’s smile widens, and then turned into a delighted laugh when the bard addresses the faerie dragon with a few words in Elven. In response, the tiny creature graciously cranes its jeweled head to one side, allowing Erith to scratch its neck as he would that of a housecat.

Yaereene greets everyone making them all feel at home and several of the heroes notice the many gracious nods the elven patrons have sent their way. Lady Yaereene claims Uldred’s arm and leads him deeper into the taproom. “Today you are the guest of Evindal Duirsar, Patriarch Priest of Corellon Larethian,” she said, indicating the aged elf who had interceded on his behalf. “May I call on you later, after you have spoken and shared a drink?” She asks Erith. “Of course,” Erith replies graciously.

The elven priest rises when the party approaches and says “Fair be our meeting, for our hearts are light and our swords sheathed, we hold peace in our hands and its light guides us.” After the rituals of greeting are accomplished the priest motions to the group to sit down. “Do you drink elverquisst?” the priest asks. Corthen speaks up, “Yes, please. We would all enjoy a glass.”

Evindal Duirsar smiles and signals for more goblets, which are immediately supplied by an elven servant. The priest’s mood abruptly sobers, and he leans forward and speaks in a quiet voice. "My son is Erlan Duirsar, he is the Watcher of Greycloak Hills and the Lord of the Hill Council of Evereska. My niece, Shilera Mooncloak, she is the Evereskan Ambassador to Waterdeep. She has told me of your service to the elven people. Shilera is hosting a delegation at the Embassy that wishes to pay tribute to you for your heroics against the drow and the rescue of the bowyer’s daughter, while they are here in the City of Splendors. My niece will be sending transport and an escort for you shortly.” The aged priest carefully pours the elverquisst for each of them before setting the crystal decanter back down.

The elven priest becomes silent and gestures toward the middle of the taproom. There sits a flaxen-haired elf maid, singing and playing upon a gilded harp. The song she sings is in elven. It tells of a young maid who loved a brave knight. One day she watches as her knight and the many other knights ride off with the king to face an invading enemy. There is a terrible battle against a horde of orcs and trolls, but the elves have won a great victory. Many rejoice at the news in the kingdom. The maid waits for her knight to return. Finally, the army returns to the city. Less than half of the knights return with the king to the garrison. The maiden’s love was not among them. The maid now weeping and her heart breaking asks the king where her sweet love can be. His reply, he now resides in Arvandor his duty done. He has honorably served his people, his king, and the gods. He had killed hundreds of the enemy, before he was mortally wounded. But still he did not give up. He asked the gods to allow him to fight on so that his maiden and his people would be safe. So compelling was the knight, the gods intervened and removed his pain. The knight battled on, turning the tide of the battle and he saved the king’s life with his last breath. The maid wipes away her tears at the King’s words. Her love had saved the people of the forest kingdom, he had truly served his king, and he had kept his faith strong in the Seldarine. The maiden swallowed the pain and smiled, she would see her love again one day.

Erith and the elves recognize the tune as ‘The Maiden of High Damador’. “That is such a moving song,” Evindal says. “Only the elves can sing of such sorrow of the heart and give such inspiration at the same time,” Erith says wiping an eye. Evindal smiles, “Such understanding of the melancholy and the joy of my people by one so young as you lifts my heart.”

Saedellas speaks, "Patriarch, can you tell me where the closest grove of Corellon is to the City of Waterdeep? I would like spend time there, when I am not engaged in seeking my father’s inheritance under the city. " Evindal replies, “The closest active groves to the Creator are in Evereska and the High Forest, but I do hold services at the shrine at the embassy. You and your friends are welcome to attend services there if you wish.”

Evindal rises from the table. "I’m afraid it is time to leave. I see the escorts have arrived. Yaereene glides over to the table before the party has a chance to leave the table. “I want to thank you all for gracing the Elfstone Tavern with your presence today. You are most welcome to return whenever you please and I sincerely hope you will do so. Erith, I must ask you to perform for us one night you are free. It would be our honor to have you here.” She says.

Erith reddens for a moment, before bowing deeply to Yaereene. “No, my lady, the great honor of playing in one of the most esteemed establishments of the Sword Coast would forever be mine.” Yaereene smiles at the bard’s compliment. She then addresses the party. “Sweet water and light laughter until next we meet my friends.” The party says their goodbyes to Yaereene and Patriarch Dusair.

As Uldred is leaving, the gold elf door warden who addressed him as he entered the Elfstone approaches him. He speaks to Uldred in the dwarven tongue. “My apologies, Uldred of Gorm. I offended you earlier I wish to right that wrong. Many say my people are too often caught up in their own affairs and in doing so treat others as less than equals. I apologize for my lack of respect towards you. I should have asked you who you were and why you had come here. Had I done my duty properly, I would have known you were expected and I would not have shamed myself and brought shame to Lady Yaereene. My name is Olniarr Highspear and I humbly ask you for forgiveness for my shameful actions.” He bows his head and drops to one knee before the dwarf. Uldred speaks to Olniarr, “Rise, sir elf. You have not offended me. You were only performing your duty as a guardian. I serve the Lord of Vigilance, and I respect your duties here. I am a dwarf, we are made of tougher hide than most. I shall return another day here to enjoy the songs and drink. It would be my honor if you would join me, when you are off-duty.” The gold elf smiles and nods, “I would be most honored. Thank you for allowing me to right my wrong.” The two shake hands in dwarven fashion and the group leaves the Elfstone to meet the Evereskan guards sent to escort them to the Embassy.

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9th of Ches 1365 Year of the Sword (Part II)

A contingent of armed elves dressed in the livery of Evereska stand outside the Elfstone Tavern. One gold elf with jet black hair steps forward and motions to the two carriages to take you to your destination. The members of the Circle of Valor climb inside the carriages and depart the Elfstone Tavern. Their conveyance quickly takes them to the Sea Ward and the Evereskan Embassy. The carriages stop outside the grand edifice of white marble.
The heroes are escorted into the embassy. A smiling moon elf female asks them to follow her. She leads the adventurers through several antechambers where elven servants hurry past them, several clusters of guardsmen stand watch in different chambers (Including a glimpse of Pelordan) and scribes sit scribbling upon parchment. The elven woman leads them up a broad staircase and then down a long hall decorated in elven sculpture and paintings before knocking upon a set of double doors near the end of the hall.

A door opens and the moon elf woman motions for the party to enter. Seated inside the large room on comfortable couches Saedellas and the others see a group of moon elves and a scarred and grizzled gray haired human male who smiles at the young adventurers. Standing nearby in front of the fireplace is a centaur female with long blonde tresses. She raises an eyebrow at their entrance into the quiet room.

One of the female moon elves of great beauty with platinum hair and purple eyes stands before the group and speaks in common. “Well met, Circle of Valor. May a star shine on the hour of our meeting. I am Shilera Mooncloak, Ambassador of Evereska to the City of Waterdeep. You are welcome here in the house of my people.”

“May I introduce you to my honored guests from the High Forest. This is Plarra, Speaker for the Huldarrak, Nightbranch, Red Arrows, and Xamm centaur tribes", she gestures to the centaur. She approaches the human man. He is aged but fit. His gray hair is long and his eyes are piercing dark blue. He is dressed in simple leathers and woolen clothing. “This is the ranger Gamagor of the North, Defender of Uldree, New Oak, and Free Meadow.” Nolia, Erith, Tellazar have heard stories of Gamagor, he is a legendary ranger spoken of in the North. He is said to be able to track anything anywhere and survive impossible situations. Nolia has even seen him twice in her village when she was younger.

Ambassador Mooncloak motions to a male moon elf with dark blue-black hair that he wears in a braid.“This is Rolthan Hightree, Leader of Greenhold in the High Forest.” She then steps over to a female moon elf with black hair and silver eyes dressed in green robes. “This is Asharea Blackthorn, adept of the arts.” She motions to the remaining moon elves. “You already have met young Maith Slenderbow and her family. They have returned here today to give proper thanks to you for your compassion to their family.”

“But first let us join in celebration and friendship. Let us retire to the dining hall where we may share words over dinner.” The entire group is escorted in an elegant dining hall. Servants seat the guests and then begin serving the meal. The staff pours evermead into the fluted crystal glasses and bring out the 1st course – A mushroom and herb soup. The group talks and share pleasantries and a few laughs. The servants serve the 2nd course – A wild leaf lettuce salad with grape leaves, raisins, chives, and sweet-root. Finally the 3rd course – Baked fish, rice with carrots, and elven bread is brought to the dinner guests.

After talking and at the conclusion of the meal and evermead, the Ambassador escorts everyone back into the lounge and the comfortable couches that surround the fireplace. After everyone is seated, Tramlar Slenderbow, the bowyer speaks.

“I can never truly repay the heroes who risked their lives to save our precious daughter, Maith. She is our lives and I would have gladly given my own life had I known she was prisoner to those black-hearted enemies of our people. I can only offer you these small gifts as a small repayment for your kindness. May your arrows always fly true!”

The bowyer walks over to a covered table and pulls aside a cloth. Lying on the tabletop are beautiful elven crafted weapons. Bows of Ash and honey colored leather quivers of arrows lie before the party.

“These are for you, my friends. They were made by my daughter, wife, and I. My cousin placed several enchantments upon them, including the ability to make them glow with faerie’s fire when the word “duvae” is spoken by the owner."

The members of Circle of Valor thank the bowyer for the gifts. Corthen, Erith, Vilnullas, and Saedellas were gifted with enchanted elven longbows and a quiver of elven arrows. Cortonas, Nolia, Silvaris, and Uldred were gifted with enchanted elven shortbows and a quiver of elven arrows. Tellazar was gifted with an enchanted ash staff.

Rolthan approaches the party and lets them know he wishes to speak with them. He shares that he and the others have traveled to Waterdeep to thank the heroes but also to meet with Lord Piergeiron. He states that the Elves of Western High Forest have come to begin discussions of an alliance with Waterdeep and the other members of the the Lords Alliance. The proposed government of elves, humans, and centaurs would be ruled by a council of twelve. The area they are trying establish will be known as the Ellar Protectorate. They are in need of diplomats known as emissaries for the Protectorate to help their fledgling land navigate a path to peace and prosperity.

Rolthan Hightree asks Nolia if she would like to help the people she grew up with from the High Forest. He says that to the council members she is a logical choice to aid their cause. She is half human – half elf. She understands both cultures. She is also a ranger who cares about nature and the High Forest. Finally, she is a native of the High Forest and is living in Waterdeep. Rolthan explains that the position is an Emissary of the Ellar Protectorate to Waterdeep. She would serve under new Ambassador Asharea Blackthorn in the city.

Asharea asks Nolia if she is willing to take on the responsiblity. She explains that it would likely take up much of her free time. Nolia takes a few minutes to consider the offer before finally making the announcement to everyone that she would like to do whatever she can to aid the people of the High Forest. The Councilors are happy and glasses of fine elven wine are poured in celebration. Nolia’s friends all congratulate the half-elf on the honor bestowed by the assembled leaders.

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10th of Ches 1365 Year of the Sword

Tellazar begins casting identifies on the bows and staff gifted to the party by Tramlar Slenderbow. He learns that each weapon bears an enchantment to aid the wielder’s aim. He also learns that the bows and staff bear a Faerie Fire that illuminates upon command giving the bearer a soft light when needed.

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13th of Ches 1365 Year of the Sword

Tellazar finishes with the identifications of the bows. Silvaris, Corthen, Erith, and Vilnullas go shopping at various shops in the city. Corthen is seeking to gain general information of the city and learn more about the city’s history. The group visits Dandalus “Fire Eye” Ruelle. He is the proprietor of the Old Xoblob Shop which is named for the stuffed beholder that decorates the establishment. Corthen learns that Dandalus killed the beholder by himself in Tashluta.

The quartet make their way to the Beer Golem Tavern in the Adventurer’s Quarter of the South Ward. Quallos Myntion is the proprietor and his homebrew is called Golden Banks Lager. Corthen talks with Quallos and learns of a nearby shop that piques the elven warrior’s interest.

Corthen leads his companions down the street to a shop, Essimuth’s Equipment, that sells miscellaneous adventure gear. The shoppers talk to Essimuth Lanys, the owner. He has a patch covering his right eye and has a pegleg from his right knee down. Corthen learns he is an ex-adventurer. He was a member of the Knights of the Sword Coast, a retired group based from Waterdeep. Corthen asks Essimuth if he has ever ventured into Undermountain. The shopkeeper admits that he has; he states that an owlbear in Halaster’s Halls jumped out of a niche and mauled him while he was scouting for his party. When asked, he states that it was on the 6th level down in Undermountain.

Corthen asks Essimuth if he can aid him in getting some guards for his house and Saedellas who is also buying a house. Essimuth is puzzled at why the heroes continue adventuring when they obviously have enough wealth to retire from the adventuring life and live very well. Corthen admits that several members of the party are seeking hidden magic somehwere in Undermountain. Essimuth tells Corthen and Saedellas that he can speak to a friend who can get them trustworthy guards for their abodes. Corthen and the shopkeeper discuss some more about his days in Undermountain and he tells quartet where the descending stairs to the 2nd level of Undermountain are. The heroes thank Essimuth and depart.

The quartet visit the Bowels of the Earth Tavern. At the Bowels of the Earth Corthen learns of a wizard who is known to brew potions. He decides to find the mage named Kappiyan who makes potions but is really hard to deal with. Corthen leads the others to the mage’s home. The elf speaks to the old wizard, but walks away empty handed when he irritates the old man and is asked to leave by the wizard’s young female apprentice.

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15th of Ches 1365 Year of the Sword

Corthen takes possession of his home in the Castle Ward. The two story wooden house is two stories with a cellar and a slate roof. It lies six doors east of the Asp’s Strike Tavern.

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