To my dear friends Welby and Zora,
I hope that by the time this letter reaches you, you have been reunited with your friends Bareres and Henk.
They should have filled you in on some of our adventures in the Shadowfell and the Feywild, but here in this letter in will detail the rest as it pertains to the mystery of Fierna. As I have mentioned previously, Fierna has recently displayed similar symptoms to your own history; travelling to/from Aurion, memory loss and sudden transportation to Kramer’s Crossing. As we have learned more, I do now feel like it may be separate cases. But I intend to fill you in as promised.
It all started with a Dwarven party at Khan Hall. We had just negotiated a truce with the Brachura, a cave-dwalling crab people that we had recently encountered. As with all major Dwarven events, such things must be celebrated with ale and song. The entire Khan family had gathered, alongside some distinguished guests, such as the heralded Trollsbane. He had travelled to our Hall to learn more about a strange Dwarven artefact that he had found, seemingly part of a hammer, and I was very pleased that he accepted my invitation to our celebration. Trollsbane is of course the father of Fin and Zora, who may still reside at Woodsong. The celebration ventured deep into the twilight hours and many a tale and song was spoken.
The next morning, the clan awoke slowly. I am pleased to report that my brother Dhorin spent the night in the room of Nissa. Though he claims that he only slept in a chair, I believe that he is only being chivalrous as I sense something may be brewing between the two of them. The first one up, as always, was Miri who went on a walk with my mother, Ilde. They journeyed to the shrine of Goibhniu to set up the cleansing ritual that needed to be performed that morning. On the way over, Miri detected the presence of fey and undead in the neighbourhood but could not explain it.
Closer to noon, we all walked to the shrine as is Dwarven custom after a large celebration. Incense and candles had been prepared by my mother and Miri. The ceremonial texts placed upon an alter bathed in light. Pillars flanked the inside of the small shrine, surrounding a large statue of Goibhniu holding his hammer aloft. Thorin, my brother, started the ceremony and silence overtook the shrine.
Then without rhyme or reason, Fierna collapsed and started screaming. The spot at the back of her neck that she had carried since Kramer’s Crossing had become swollen and red. And just as if they were being called by the sound, three calls of light flew in through the walls of the shrine. And in the center, where once a bright light illuminated the ancient marbled floor, a dark-blue oily shadow gathered. The shadow took the form of a humanoid woman, horrific in appearance and visage. Before we even had the chance to intervene, the dark-blue figure started screaming. The sound was unlike I had ever heard and it burrowed deep with my mind. I felt like my bones had been shattered just from the sound alone. I could see my family and loved ones around me clutching their ears and howling in pain. One by one they dropped to the ground, possibly never to awake again. I wanted to go to them, but my strength had been drained. There was nothing I could do but watch my family die in front of me. I cried out, tears streaming down my face but everything just went dark.
Then I heard my brother’s voice. A common prayer to Dianecht that I had heard so many times before. But this time it drummed with divine energy. I took a sharp breath and opened my eyes. I saw Thorin floating up with light tendrils swirling and turning around him. Each tendril spread out to one of our fallen family. With just a touch from the tendril, the color of their skin seemingly returned. My family now saved by my brother, I turned to face the banshee. This creature had just attacked the ones I cared about most in this world and had almost wiped them out. There would be no quarter for such a foul being. I called upon Lugh to give all the energy he could spare. My sword hummed with divine light and I cleaved into dark-blue shadow until nothing remained. The wisps – the little balls of light – were also quickly dispatched by Miri and a gang of wolves that Nissa summoned for the occasion. But Fierna did not awake.
Her sister, Faera, told us of the strange experiments that her father had done on them. Strange rituals reminiscent of the Shadowfell. Indeed, Fierna did put off a strong necromancy aura. After determining that the illness that had stricken our friend could not be cured by any normal means, we were lost on where to go next. Our only clue was the attack on the shrine, the strange mix of fey and undead creatures. We therefore decided to journey into the Feywild. There is an old legend of an abandoned Feygate near Khan Hall. It is located on top of a hill and if one gets near it, the overcast sky plunges into darkness only illuminated by an eerie moon. We approached it and recognzied the same symbols that we had seen previously on an other Feygate. Nissa as a gnome was able to attune to the device and active it. We entered to ancient gate and ended up in a dark realm that was unfamiliar to us.
The sky was overcast and grey. Only the darkest shrubs seemed to grow on the rocky outcroppings. It was completely unlike the area in which we were previously, yet there was a strange familiarity. The only discernible landmark was a distant village around the area where Khan Hall should have been. It then became clear to us that we had not journeyed into the Feywild but into the dark Shadowfell.
Our first strange experience was Miri’s new appearance. On this side of the Feygate, her skin had turned whiter, her eyes were sunken and her clothing more dark. She even registered as an undead. Going through the gate to the Material Plane again seemed to resolve the issue, so we did not overly concern ourselves with this issue. I have been told that this undead state is not normal for Humans. I have limited experience with both Humans and the Shadowfell so I do not know if this is the case. Perhaps either of you are more knowledgable in this area?
We travelled to the nearby village in the Shadowfell looking for answers to Fierna’s mysterious illness. The name as we soon discovered was Grinner Hall. It like so many other things in the Shadowfell felt like a tormented version of Khan Hall. There were forge sounds to be heard echoing through the village, but where in Khan Hall there was laughter and cheers, Grinner Hall bowed under the cries and screams. The local people were dominated by Gobgrins, a strange mix between Fey, Goblins and Dwarfs. Throughout we spotted many fey creatures and Drow. Even some undead that seemed intelligent. The entire village was under control of the Gobgrin boos called Gob-Mara the Shadow Tongue. He had a fortified stronghold in the worst part of the village that I will come back to later.
We did meet a new companion here who at this time was disguised as a Half-Drow. His name is Varris and he seemed to be a worldly figure, so we asked him to guide us around in this dark place. He turned out to be a stout ally, but somewhat of a ladies man. I feel a kinship with him and his enjoyment of life, although he is far more cultured that I would ever pretend to be.
We journeyed to the Bloody Meet Inn, where we acquired some rooms for a stay in Grinner Hall. Varris tried to dispel to necromancy aura around Fierna, which failed in removing the strange curse but succeed in waking her up. With our friend awake but still strikken with a mysterious aura, we went to get our bearings. The first item was of course to try the local brew. Unfortunately the only thing close was something that the Gobgrins call ‘whiskey’. While it does have a fair kick, it is far removed from an appetising pint. It doesn’t even have any bubbles!
Miri then set out to find more information about the town in an attempt to find someone who may know more about magical curses. She learned of two individuals, the mage Umferat who lies outside of Grinner Hall and the mage Geron who lives on an empty plot in the village. However while Miri was investigating, we had a strange encounter in the Bloody Meet Inn. A bunch of Gobgrin guards came in and gave us a bag of gold for no apparent reason. At first we thought this was an misunderstanding but could not return the money anywhere. It was only later that we learned that this was likely a bribe for staying away from the whole affair with Elanna. We also got the chance to talk a bit more with Varris, who was apparently on the run after he had an affair with the wife of a powerful mage. He was now searching for a way to misdirect this mage magically so that he wouldn’t be found.
Our companions then set out to find the mage Geron, who we hoped could cure Fierna. Me and my brother stayed behind as we did not wish that our divine bonds anger the mage needlessly. It didn’t take long for us to get bored waiting in the inn. With my brother Thorin still down from his broken engagement, I decided to treat him to some companionship. I asked around where we could find some that most matched his type, for a Dwarf this is of course stout and hairy. And the innkeeper directed me to a place a bit further into Grinner Hall. Thorin and I travelled there and entered a street filled with the nicest people. They kept approaching us and asked us if we wanted to have some fun. We declined each time as we knew where we were going. The address I received was by far the cosiest house in the street. It could definitely use some repairs, but that is to be expected from anywhere without proper Dwarfs. We were approached by a Gobgrin who promised us the experience of a life time in exchange for 100 gold each. I treated Thorin and bless his heart, Thorin paid for me. We had to set a 'safe word', I am still unsure why. Thorin took the right door, which promised to be sensual. While I took the right, which was supposed to be adventurous.
While I entered the door, I felt a faint tingle run down my spine and suddenly ended up in front of a large tower. I felt strong, was encased in the most brilliant armour and held a large hammer aloft with the most gracious of Dwarven script. I was also surprised to find my brother standing next to me. Yet somehow I knew it wasn’t really him, that he was elsewhere. The Thorin-but-not-Thorin pointed to the top of the tower and a flash of lightning revealed a large red dragon, not unlike the Calamity we had encountered. Thorin-but-not-Thorin said we had to defeat it to save the twin elven princesses. The dragon swooped down and with a crash landed in front of us. And I and Thorin-but-not-Thorin charged. It was a glorious battle. I felt no fear like I usually do, only exhilaration and excitement. Before long, the dragon submitted and granted us the victory. The dragon then changed into a buxom young lass, who said that she would do anything I asked of her. I told her to take me to where she had imprisoned the princesses. Thorin-bot-not-Thorin and I journeyed into the tower and found the two elven princesses in the highest room. They were elegant and gracious and very very grateful. I would go in more detail about what happened next but Varris has explained to me that it is chivalrous to not ‘kiss and tell’. Suffice to that the elven princesses treated me and my brother very well and at one point the dragon joined in. I did see a flash of red, spiders and wings but thought nothing of it. Both me and Thorin (the real one) left very satisfied customers.
We returned to the Bloody Meet Inn to find that our companions had returned. The mage Geron had not been able to cure Fierna, but had been able to diagnose her. Fierna was not Fierna. Her body was actually elsewhere while her mind was controlling a doubbleganger. Geron offered to make us an item that we could use to track her body but we had to wait two days for it to be completed. Thus all we had to do was lay low for a few days and not cause any trouble in the Shadowfell and then we could finally get our friend cured. We didn’t expect this to be any problem, thus far we were enjoying ourselves and none of the residents seemed too spooked by a Paladin and Cleric walking about. We were content to just sit in our tavern for the duration.
That evening Nissa finally managed to open a Celestial book that she had acquired from the First Hall of the Beinnhall hill Dwarfs in her rooms. It had been a project of hers for a while. As she flipped pen the first page, an angelic choir began singing and a Dwarf in golden armour seemed to descend into the room from a bright white light. This Dwarf was Borum, the forger of the legendary weapon Peacebringer. He turned to Nissa, shouted “Not for you!” and attacked her. Nissa quickly ran to our room, escaping the broad swings of a Dwarven hammer crashing into the furniture. “Someone for you” she said to my brother and I, and we engaged in battle. It was in this battle that we discovered that Thorin no longer had his clerical powers. Apparently Dianecht does not like his followers to have too much fun. But we managed to wear Borum down enough for him to reveal that he was a guardian of a great treasure and that we were not worthy of acquiring it. He told us to release our claim, but feeling unfairly treated as his indirect descendants we persisted. We managed to defeat him and Borum shattered in a thousand pieces to reveal an inscribed hilt of a Dwarven Warhammer. Exhausted from our battle, we went to sleep intending to pay for the damages in the morning.
We awoke to find the inn abandoned by all except our party. Even the street in front of the inn was abandoned. The sky was overcast by a dome of darkness. The dome itself seemed to be a living creature that react to any stones we threw at it. It reacted by spawning shadow hounds to attack us. We dispatched them quickly and they turned back into shadow. Miri eventually found a fleeing Gobgrin who only screamed that ‘Herod’ is here.
We journeyed to where we knew the underground complex of Gob-Mara to be located. As leader of the town, we expected to get some answers. We found the complex closed and sealed. The Gobgrins inside said that we had to deal with Herod. In exchange for our getting rid of him, they would release a prisoner that they had. We were conflicted on our next move, so my brother and I turned to our gods for guidance. Thorin still powerless, prayed to Dianecht. But Herod answered.
Herod turned out to be the Warden of the Shadowfell. We had upset the balance by our presence and our actions. We convinced him that we meant no harm and that we would leave as soon as possible, refraining from any more divine actions. Herod agreed and left Grinner Hall once more. We then forced the Gobgrins to release the prisoner that they had as promised. At first thye did not want to, as we had not actually done anything about Herod. But we reminded them that we could bring him back with a simple prayer, and they relented. This is where we met Elanna, whom you should have encountered by now. She still remains the only Ervid I have ever seen. She told us that her husband had been captured by Umferat. It was only much later than we discovered that this was Bareres They were fleeing to the Feywild when they happened upon Woodwail. Thinking the village had been abandoned they journeyed into a house lured by the promise of a powerful magical item. then Umferat descended upon them and Elanna was only just able to escape. She had been looking for outsiders to aid in the recovery of her husband. We agreed to help.
Thus Elanna took us to Woodwail. We needed her help to get through the confusing Shadowfell. Distances don’t really make sense there, things that are far away turn out to be just a step away, yet those things that are just a stone’s throw away remain ever so. We found the village of Woodwail at the spot where Woodsong would have been. The village again seemed eerily familiar yet horribly distorted. Everywhere we could find half eaten corpses being pciekd at by ravens. Where there stood a powerful temple to the gods as a sign of hope in Woodsong, here stood a ruined Gothic temple devoid of life and joy. Near the main square was a large mansions guarded by undead. Elanna said that her husband was being held there so we engaged the undead. The wights proved tough opponents but we managed to strike them all down. Though my brother no longer had his powers to rely on, he remain a formidable fighter and placed himself in front of Elanna to keep her safe at all times. The undead defeated, Umferat showed himself. The great mage was also a great shadow dragon. He landed on the mansion in front of us.
We prepared for battle but Umferat only laughed. He claimed that we were no match for him. We said that just one of us would be enough to take him down. To prove it, we challenged the great dragon to a wrestling match between him and Miri. If we won, he would release the prisoners. If we lost, we would surrender ourselves. Not knowing that Miri had had her strength magically enhanced, the dragon agreed. The dragon and Miri wrestled in the square. It was a close fight, and it could have gone either way, but in the end Miri emerged victorious pinning the great dragon down to the ground. Umferat choose to hold his end of the bargain and released Bareres and Henk to us. He then let us go if we promised never to return. We agreed, knowing that our luck would likely not hold up twice.
As we journeyed back to Grinner Hall, we saw Umferat pass overhead. We thought he was going to breath dragon fire upon us all but he seemed to have changed his mind at the last moment. We arrived back our inn without any more incidents. Indeed at this point it was our inn as we hadn’t seem the proprietor or any other guests in days. Nissa decided to rename it ’The Grinning Gnome’ and changed the sign. This did not last very long and the locals showed us that we were no longer welcome by throwing rocks at our windows. “Go Home Dirty Gnome” they said. So we went to see Geron, who had luckily finished the construction of the item we needed. It turned out to be a monocle that would allow Fierna to see the way to her body. We would just need to follow the astral line that it revealed. Varris also asked about a way to misdirect the mage that was chasing him, but all options were too expensive and doing Geron a favour was not something we wished to be involved in.
The monocle revealed that the quickest way to Fierna’s body was to go West. So we said our goodbyes to Elanna, Bareres and Henk, who could travel back to you quickest through the Feygate we used. As we left Grinner Hall, we encountered Umferat one last time. He was there to collect his regular tribute form the town and did not pass up the opportunity to unleash his breath weapon upon us this time. He then moved on to collect this cart of gold. It hurt, badly. But we went on our way without any more trouble.
We travelled west, and passed Umferat’s tower, which we gave a wide berth. By the evening we arrived at the river that borders the Feywild and the Shadowfell. At first Miri tried swimming across, but she was pulled down and attacked by a shadow hydra that lived in the waters. We engaged the hydra to save our friend, but soon discovered that each time we struck one of its heads, it would grow a new one. So Nissa turned into a giant constricted snake and held the hydra down while I dealt the killing blow with a smite fueled by the divine energy of Lugh.
We then managed to travers the river safely but were confronted with an impassable treeline. Not knowing how to pass into the Feywild, we called upon Uhr, a great elk and a trusted ally whom we know lived in this area. Uhr answered our call, but told us that we could not journey into the Feywild as we were. He said that we had to leave a part of evil behind and the the way would show itself. Fierna and Nissa however could pass as they were, being part fey creatures. Varris left some money behind, the rool of all evil, and he could pass. Miri left some black blood, a symbol of her undead nature in this realm, and could pass. Thorin prayed and left his sins behind in the Shadowfell, reconnecting him with Dianecht, and he too could pass. I left a single note behind explaining that I only want people to be happy.
We ventured through into the Feywild and rested. We thought we had left all of the evil behind us, but we discovered one last source. I felt a fiendish presence inside of me. I don’t know how it got there. Fierna used her magic to read the thoughts of the demon and learned that it’s name was Abalam and that it was waiting to come out and kill everyone. Somehow the demon had possessed me. Knowing that it had been discovered it poured out of my body as a mist. It coalesced into a treelike creature that seemed to be made of wax that had been left for too long in the sun. A battle ensued but we again emerged victorious. The demon seems to be gone for now and I hope it stays that way.
Meanwhile Varris had started talking to a local dryad called Ebony. She had been hiding in a nearby tree. I don’t know what he said to her but he returned with an apple and some information. To the west of us was Solvelis, an elven city. That is where Fierna’s astral line was seemingly pointing us. As we continued onwards we noticed that something was following us. Miri doubled back and we eventual caught the creature stalking us. It was a browny called Runkle and it was very interested in Fierna. Apparently there was a bounty out on her head, placed by someone called Nyx. The browny agreed to guide us to Nyx for the price of 10 silver.
We set up camp for the night and during my watch, we were approached by a young elf called Hava. Apparently she had been part of a caravan to Aurura, the gnome city, when it was attacked by a large beast with long white hair. She thought that she was the only survivor and she was now lost in the woods. I offered her some food and some comfort by our fire. In return, she offered me something called tea. She made it out of boiling water and herbs. I had high hopes as this is similar to the way we make beer. Although we let it cool down after and bury the keg for at least a month. But I remain ever open to new experiences. Like most drinks that these non-Dwarfs seem to enjoy drinking, this tea had no decent foam. It was also quite plain. It wasn’t bad, but not great either. Hava seemed very expectant of something when I drank the tea, and seemed disappointed after. We continued to talk but our conversation was interrupted by cries coming out of a nearby bush. I used my divine senses and realised that there were two fey lying in ambush. As it was obviously a trap, I awoke the party. We set out the root out the two fey – shadowhounds as it was revealed – when Hava turned on us. She cast a spell on Nissa but luckily she is made of studier stuff. Varris disspelled the illusion aura around Hava and she was revealed to be a hag, also after Fierna. We fought her and her shadowhounds. I channelled Lugh's power to chase the hounds away, while the rest of the party took down Hava. Eventually she surrendered and we chased her away.
The next morning we set off again, and before we knew it, we arrived in Solvelis. The first thing we noticed was Feyraz, the behemoth Fey Dragon that watched over the city. It rested on a hill that towered high. We moved into the city but were stopped by two elven guards and an owlbear. Miri stepped forward and explained our cause and that we were allies of Gol Ventem. The guards let us pass and directed us to the Merchant’s Quarters to find lodgings. When we arrived there, we discovered that there we no real inns, but only grand halls with many beds. Visitors apparently could simply claim one for their stay. We did so and set out to explore the town. Me and my brother accompanied Varris, who is much more knowledgable of that area and he promised us an exceptional experience. He took us to a place called the Harpy’s Sister. This was an amphitheater on the second floor of a building. The stage is nest shaped and all the waitresses are dressed as harpies. The walls were painted as if the entire room was perched on a mountaintop. It was quite the sight. We spent an evening listening to music. Varris had to translate for us as all the elves spoke Sylvan. I tried some juice – that wasn’t that good – and some Elven beer – that was ok for a non-Dwarven brew. I had hoped for a bit more excitement but the evening was pleasant enough.
The next morning Nissa ad Miri walked in, obviously having spent the night elsewhere, possibly with someone. They didn’t want to talk about it. What they did want to do was go talk to the dragon Feyraz. We got to his compound and asked for an audience. It was a spectacular sight to see such a magnificent creature from so close. The dragon radiated power and spoke with a boomiong voice. It was very patient with us in return for 5 gold from Nissa and a song from Varris.
We then went on to Nyx’s hideout with our browny guide Runkle. Nyx was apparently staying in a water mill on the outskirts of the city. I paid Runkle his 10 silver and we entered. We called out to Nyx but received no answer. We went in but were ambushed by a bunch of displacer beast. Fierna immediately released a wave of fear that set the beasts on edge. Thorin sent out his divine handaxe while Nissa started small fires under the beasts that singed and burned them. All the while Varris stood there making quips that caused the beast to physically recall. Before long all the displacer beast were dispatched. We noted that they had collars, so they were likely guarding something. As this Nyx had put a bounty on Fierna’s head, we did not have any reservations of breaking into his house. We went up to the second floor, where we found a bunch of Xorn hovering near some traps. We avoided these strange creatures. On the third floor, we eventually found Nyx. He was masked and knew immediately who were were. We demanded an explanation but he refused to give it to us. He did offer to release the bounty if we killed the prince of the city. We would not have it and Varris charmed him with his magic. Varris took Nyx out of the mill and brought him to the guards quarters. Meanwhile Miri search the remainder of the mill. She found a letter from Holima regarding a secret conspiracy to overthrow the prince of the city. Miri also found a shrine to Dullahan, the archfey.
We brought Nyx to the guard house but just as he was about to turn himself in, the charm wore off. He immediately turned invisible and tried to get away. But fast action from Nisaa and Fierna put a stop to that. A battle ensued. Nyx touched my armour and suddenly I was back in the material place in some kind of woods. I couldn’t move and seemed to be stuck. Luckily this only last a few seconds as a strike from Thorin broke Nyx’s concentration and brought me back into the fray. We eventually grappled, pinned and knocked Nyx out. We unmasked him and he turned out to be a human that we did not recognise.
The guards then surrounded us as we were fighting in the middle of the street. We surrendered and said that we would explain everything. We were taken to a room for questioning. We expalined the entire story, the bounty of Fierna’s head, the conspiracy against the prince and that we were here to turn Nyx in. We showed the letter we found, and Varris told them to confirm with their contact that there was indeed a bounty out for Fierna. The guard captain who was questioning us, an elf named Letia, said this was far above her head and sent someone to get the guard commander Innarro. The woman Holima mentioned in Nyx’s letter turned out to be the regent of the city. The conspiracy seems to have gone high up indeed. The guard commander came about an hour later. It was then Innarro who promised that he would start an investigation, but that we were free to go. Hoping that we had helped the situation rather than make it worse, we took our leave.
We travelled to Arca Velis, the Feygate that connects Solvelis to Aurion. The gatemaster Gol Settin questioned us but we were eventually granted permission to travel back to the material realm. We arrived at Aurion, which turned out to be huge. I had though that Solvelis was as big as cities would get, but Aurion took my breath away. I hesitate to imagine who many hundreds or thousands of times that Khan Hall could have fit in it. The streets were also full of people from different races. Grand spires climbed to the sky throughout the massive metropolis. It had a sense of busy that I had never seen before.
We did not go to Aurion itself, but journeyed straight to the keep of Auzetior, Fierna’s family home and the location of her true body according to the monocle. I was again surprised to find that the Auzetior family owned a massive amount of fields, worked by farmers – who apparently were unrelated to the family but somehow indebted to them. The main building could have easily fit Khan Hall twice or thrice between its walls. And this only for a single family with two children. I have never seen so much living room in my life. I still can hardly believe it.
Their Henry greeted us when we entered. Fierna said he was their butler, but didn’t explain what that meant. He seems to be unrelated, but has a better standing than the humans working out in the fields. I do not understand human relationships. It was Henry that took us to our rooms. We each got a room. Each room was twice the size of the room I had to share with Thorin, Barin, Morin and Dhorin back at home. It is remarkable. I feel like you could wander the house from one side to the other and never bump into anyone. I sat and waited in the room, not willing to get lost in the massive mansion. Eventually we were called to dinner.
The dining room was massive and opulent, like everything in the Auzetior mansion. Fierna’s father and his advisor arrived late at the meal. His advisor, Darthoridan, took a special interest in us. He said that we were all touched by the Feywild. I suppose that is true, Nissa is a gnome, Varris is a half-elf, Miri has a strange fey/undead bond, my oaths place me closer to the Feywild than any other Paladin. The meal therefore started relatively peaceful, but the conversation soon turned heated between Fierna and her father. I couldn’t make out what they were saying, it didn’t seem good but they both remained relatively calm. Eventually they seemed to form a truce of sorts, and Fierna would get her body back. Her father had taken it for some reason that I am not aware of, something about securing the family line. We then retired to our rooms, our mission completed and hope to awake tomorrow with Fierna in her own body again.
I am now writing this letter, among some others, in my much too large room at house Auzetior. I wanted to update you both about our incursion into the Feywild and the strange occurrence regarding Fierna. I had hoped to uncover more about what had transpired regarding your memory loss and sudden appearance at Kramer’s Crossing, but the incidents seem unrelated for now. We intend to journey into Aurion proper tomorrow, and I shall try to see what I can find out about any similar stories to your own.
Hopefully we will soon journey back to Arcarost’s reach, and we can all meet up for a beer. We have much to celebrate with the return of Henk and Bareres!
Thorin sends his regards.