Kalenoth Ferrond's page

I am taking a quick moment to jot down the events of the past few minutes. Only a short time has passed since my last entry, but much has happened. We moved quickly to take the laboratory, and a contingent of fifteen elven warriors accompanied us. As we were moving through the streets of Celwynvian, we heard a cry for help from a nearby building, but we opted to stay on task and continue towards our objective.
When we were only a short distance from the laboratory, we were slowed by a group of drow who had taken position inside a fallen tower, blocking our progress. The elven contingent with us slowly and carefully advanced from the front while we moved around to flank our opponents. By distracting the stronger drow within the base of the tower, the elven contingent was able to kill all of the drow crossbowmen and get into position to take the tower. We left before the fight was over, confident in the abilities of our companions to finish off the drow.
We progressed to the laboratory, where there was a dumping ground of toxic materials blocking entry to the building. My half brother, Theodric, attempted to climb over a small partition and gain entry to the building by climbing down to the front door, but he was hit by a bolt of lightning that came from the ruined shell of a nearby building! We were being attacked by a terrible creature that had the body of a giant, bloated spider, the torso of a dark elf, and the face of some sort of demon. Knowing that we had to get into the laboratory quickly before the forces there had too much time to get ready for us, I made sure that my companions were going to follow me and flew into the building. When I rounded the entryway, several flasks of foul, fiery liquid were flung at me. I was able to deflect them all, however, and I landed safely in the room. There were six troglodytes and one drow female in the laboratory, and the drow had acid burns scarring her face and body. During the course of the battle, she became more and more frustrated as she attempted to hit me with her acids and fires and was unsuccessful. Eventually she cast a spell on me that confused me and made me attack myself and my half brother. Theodric, however, was able to shine as the great archer that he is: his arrows felled the drow, the drider, and a couple of the troglodytes. The rest of the party was able to finish off the other troglodytes.
As soon as the battle was over, what was left of our contingent arrived to hold the building. I wanted to stay and neutralize the dangerous chemicals of the laboratory, but an elven runner arrived with the contingent and told us of an elven captain who was trapped by drow warriors in a building nearby. He gave us a little bit of healing, and we are now off, it seems, to rescue Karishiel from the dark elves that have him trapped. I took a few seconds as the rest of the party got healed and Soren stripped the drow alchemist of all of her equipment to make this entry in my journal. We still have not rested, and I have almost no spells left. I hope this entry is not my last!

We were taken to the elven village of Cryingleaf, a place which was completely unknown to my father and the horselords. Deep in the forest we came across a large wall of thorns and briars. One of our elven guides whistled a short tune, at which time the thorns parted and we were allowed entrance to the village. It seems that this place was a sort of military encampment, where none but elves were allowed. As we were escorted through the streets, everyone stared at us. Several of the younger elves began to follow us, trying to get a closer look at our strange little group. One of those young elves was running around us like a puppy trying to nip at our heels. He kept saying that he would show us around the village and be our guide for thirty gold pieces. He has been with us ever since, but I still can’t remember his name.
The leader of Cryingleaf, Evianna, met with us only a short time after our arrival. We showed her the journals of a couple of cursed elves that Lini had brought. After examining the journals, the elves of Cryingleaf came to a strict resolution: they were going to mount a full attack on the cursed-held city of Celwynvian the following morning. As we had little else to do at the time, and because they offered us a large sum of money, we agreed to be a part of this assault.
Karishiel recommended that we stay behind and guard the elven encampment, but that was unacceptable to me. I was looking forward to seeing one of these cursed elves for myself! We were instead given the task of taking and holding an ancient library.
We attacked the library building at dawn, but it seemed as if we were expected. There were four cursed elf archers on the rooftop of the building, and they started raining arrows down upon us. Theodric was better, however, and had picked off two of them before they were able to connect a single arrow with one of our group. Unfortunately, it had been quite a while since Theodric had been in combat, and, in his excitement, he spilled his arrows all over the ground. I cast a spell that would allow all in our group to move much faster, and Soryn stopped to help Theodric retrieve his lost arrows. I began to move as quickly as I could towards the doors of the library, but I noticed a troupe of six dark skinned elves moving towards us down the street. They had noticed our combat and moved quickly to engage us. I altered my path towards the door to instead intercept the advancing dark elves. I moved up quickly and attacked the nearest one. One of the others, in the back of the column, hit me with a magical arrow that burned me with acid. A moment later, he fired a large, fiery blast into the air. I surmised that was a signal to other cursed elves to come to this location. After that, I decided that we did not have enough time to kill these elves in the traditional fashion—I flew backwards thirty feet, then unleashed a blast of fire myself. The two in the middle of the group were able to duck under the flames, but the rest of the group was incinerated. By that time Theodric had gathered his arrows and was able to snipe one of the remaining cursed elves, killing it. I killed the other with a small burst of force.
The entire group ran to the library doors and entered the structure. We were met by several giant spiders, but we killed them quickly. We opened a set of double doors to the north of us, and were instant assaulted by a half-dozen vile demons. In a frantic and disgusting battle, we were finally victorious. With the building halfway cleared, we decided to post the flag, showing the elven army that the building was ours. While Soryn ran outside to plant the flag, the young elf pup picked the locks on the double doors to the south of us. It took him several tries, but he was finally able to get us into the room. We quickly and decisively took the room, and then held the library long enough for the elven army to arrive and hold the building.
After the battle at the library, we went back to the elves’ base camp. Evianna was there, and told us that a building on the far side on Celwynvian was being used to make alchemical weapons for the dark elves. We are being tasked with taking this building, but I am almost out of spells, our group has injuries, and it seems that we do not have time to rest before this assault. I don’t like the odds, and I hope that we are not about to enter our last battle!

I am Kalenoth Ferrond, son of the ruler of the Horselords of Varisia. I am noting here my travels and adventures, for I hope to one day be published in the annals of the Pathfinder Society.
My half brother Theodric and I have always had a bit of wanderlust to us. I suppose that comes from being the sons of our father. He, too, is well known for traveling far and wide. We have twenty seven other siblings that we know of, spread all across Avistan. I am, however, the only one who stands to inherit my father’s title upon his demise. I have yet to see enough of the world, and so hope that event is quite far off.
In addition to my interest in travel, I have always been fascinated by elves. There are some elves west of us, in the Mierani Forest, but those seem to be quite secretive and a bit rude. They brook no travelers to their lands, and so when I found out from my father that he had produced a bastard son in the village of Greengold, in Kyonin, I quickly gathered my things together and went to find him.
Theodric did not disappoint me. He was trained as an archer by the elves of Kyonin, and has a large grey wolf that accompanies him everywhere. He is a masterful horseman, as that was in his blood. We stayed in Kyonin for several months, and I learned much about the elves there. Theodric wished to meet his father, however, so we returned to the Uplands.
For the last two years, we have stayed in the Uplands and planned our quest to discover the world. We have grown quite close, and I have taken careful notes of my father’s dalliances in an attempt to find more of our siblings. We were soon to leave the Uplands for Riddleport and beyond when a bit of a mystery fell into our laps. I have never been one to turn down a good story, especially when I have the opportunity to become a part of it.
As we were on patrol with Windbraid, one of my father’s friends, we came across a strange encampment. There were three elves, a gnome, and a man who had skin the likes of which I had never seen before. He carried no weapons save his bare hands, and was named Soryn. The gnome, who had with her a strange pet—a snow leopard!—was attempting some sort of ritual over two fallen companions. We could see the carcasses of three Forest Drakes nearby, and surmised that two of this strange party had been killed in a battle with the deadly lizards.
The gnome, whose name was Lini, was attempting a ritual to bring back their dead companions in whatever form nature decided they should return as. The ritual succeeded on one of the group, who returned as an elf. He quickly gathered most of his belongings, excitedly said something about having the perfect disguise to kill his father, and ran off into the night. The other one, a muscular woman who appeared to be from the Lands of the Linnorm Kings, did not rise from the dead. Lini explained that the dead barbarian, Amiri, was never at peace with herself when she was alive—she was filled with a rage that sometimes consumed her. Perhaps she found her peace with death.
I attempted to parlay with one of the elves, in his native tongue, but he was quite standoffish. It had occurred to me that strangers in the company of elves of the Mierani must mean that the elves needed some sort of assistance. I offered my help in the most diplomatic way possible, but was told by the leader of the three, Karishiel, that I should mind my own business and be on my way. Lini, however, spoke up and said something cryptic about “saving the world” and asked if we would be willing to accompany her. Windbraid is far too old for this sort of thing, but Theodric and I looked at each other with smiles on our faces. Adventure at last!