Keyleth’s Personal Journal Entry (8/3/18) for “Servants of Mori”
We spent the evening in the throne room. Once we were rested Rabbit did some looking around to make sure that we weren’t going to be attacked from behind. She found a lit room with a lovely voice coming from behind the door. After a bit of debate on the proper etiquette on weather or not we should knock, I knocked. It was awkward, but we all made it into the room… to find a woman chained to a bed. Insert eyeroll here. After asking a few questions we found out that she was, or she said that she was tied to the elf that attacked us the day before. Now that I think back on it we freed several more creatures later with similar collars. Who’s to say that she wasn’t put there by our new enemy Mori. We freed her from her collar in exchange for all the information that she could give us. I’m not sure she expected that, she seemed surprised. She gave us what we needed, and left is with a lock of her hair in thanks. She told us to call on her if we ever had a need to do so. We set her up with a horse and provisions and let her know to avoid the forest.
We kept going down into the keep. The only way to the bottom was through a cavern that was straight down. There was a ladder and Rabbit said that it had been used often and recently. There was also a waterfall that thankfully masked our movements. Thank god, because we couldn’t be quiet to save our lives. I had a bit of an excuse. Glorian was becoming increasingly despondent. Luke said that there was nothing wrong with his body, but he was unresponsive and I was starting to get worried. All I could do was lead him along and keep him safe. We got to the bottom of the cavern and found dragon footprints. Rabbit said that she could narrow the type down to one of three. Either red, blue or black, all horrible prospects to run across. Our lack of stealth continued, and we clomped around a small lake. When we were about halfway around the black dragon rose from the depths of the lake. Monster number two with one of those nasty slave collars.
She was very young and it looked as though the collar was keeping her from growing in her natural manner. It took a bit of doing but we made another deal with the dragon to free her from her collar and kill her master, Mori if we could. So we took the collar off, Luke had decided to keep them, and we trudged off to the other side of the lake. Glorian was completely unresponsive at this point. He couldn’t swim so we stripped him of his armor and I swam hi across the lake. We reached the other side. Luke and Rabbit climbed out first. As they got about 50 paces from us they vanished. The rest of us were quite alarmed, but all we could do was push forward.
On the other side of what was obviously a portal, was a vast field. It was the site a battle. It felt much like the town around Gusi, it was trapped in the moments just after the battle had been lost. There was a pyramid in the center of the field so we chose the path that led there. It wasn’t far, but as we got closer Glorian began to whimper. There was nothing we could do to quiet him or comfort him so we pushed on.
Inside the pyramid was a large room with two diases in the center. On top of them were two angelic figures, one male the other female. They were both collared with their heads bowed. There was a chain that ran from the collar and attached to the dias. Glorian started to scream, then he collapsed like a limp dishrag. Luke checked him and said that he was physically fine, but that it was his brain that was broken. I was seriously worried at this point. All of the racket woke one of the three guardians that Night Scale had told us that Mori possessed. The angels were two of three. He stood and freed himself from the chain, stepped off his perch and strode in our direction. I moved Glorian to the edge of the room, and the angel attached Luke. I’ve never wanted to be in two places at once more in my life. I was so worried for everyone else that I fought with much less than my usual effectiveness. We beat him, but just barely.
We had not yet recovered from the first angel when the second stood up, freed itself and strode in our direction. When I looked at her face I was stunned, she was the feminine version of Glorian. I think that we have found his unnamed mother. Another hard fight later and we decided to rest in the pyramid where we thought it would be safer and more defensible. We all rested in turn. When I was finished with my meditation I heard a voice calling me from outside. I let the others know and we followed the voice out onto the frozen battlefield. After some searching we found the banner we had been looking for but not the source of the voice. Luke wrapped up the banner and I kept going toward the voice.
I found a king. If memory serves, he was the king of Arborlon before Glorian’s family 5 thousand years ago. To make the political waters. It more dicey near the king was a sword. That seemed to be where the voice was coming from. It it up when I was near it and only for me. Rabbit says it’s a Moon Blade. There are blades pledged to a family line. Which means that I’m related to the 5 thousand years dead king. Murky waters indeed. We decided to make a hasty retreat and head straight for the temple we visited in the forest outside Arborlon. We would take the king back with us to be returned to the elves for a proper burial. We needed to attune the blade to me to make sure that it couldn’t be taken to give to another.
On our way to the forest we tracked down Night Scale to make sure that she was alright. We had found signs of a struggle. She had fought Mori while we fought his guardians. From the evidence she looked as though she was hurt badly. We found her higher in the mountains. She was still very hurt. Luke healed her and I gave her some money and magic weapon to start her horde. After some convincing, I also made a writ giving her the right to raid from bandits in the mountains. I am a queen with no lands or people it would seem. I’m still not sure.
We rode hard and were met at the edge of the forest we were met by the rangers who wanted to rush us back to Arborlon, but we insisted that we go to the temple so they took us there. They wouldn’t follow is into the clearing, so we went on our own and took Glorian with us. At that point it was confirmed that the angel was his mother and that he was in a sort of metamorphosis into a hybrid of some sort. It was a delicate phase where he could be influenced by anything. So we made him comfortable near his god and I went to be cleansed so that my blade could be attuned to me. It was attuned to me under the eyes of Vandrea. I thought it appropriate. We’re taking a break here before we travel back to Arborlon to swim in what could be some choppy political seas.