Alden Minor

4th - BOOK OF DAYS

by Thorn Galanodel

1364 DR (the Year of the Wave), Flamerule (Summertide)

Flamerule, First Ride, Day 1 Thinking over the recent incidents in which Rhynn has shown anger toward me for refusing to empower him with spells at his whim…or when I request he seek to curb his descent into the bottle…or when I have asked him to go easy on Raitalis…In those moments I have seen a flicker of the bullying drunkard that Raitalis claims to have seen. I would rather pass it off as the arrogance of youth, but yet I wonder. The path he is on could easily lead him to the lifestyle that Raitalis described. I find it horrifying that one to whom I have entrusted my life could allow himself to become such a monster. Then again, the Rhynn I know may not become the Rhynn that spawned Raitalis. Perhaps the shouting match last night will serve as a warning, wake him up so he can see the dark path he is on. He has so much potential, but first he must find his way back from the false comforts in which he has become lost.

Day 2 We spent this day on a forced march to Fort Wayne. Greeting us at the gate was a shredded deer corpse, drained of blood. This has set an ominous tone over the evening.

Day 3 The keep looks much better by day. Still, our explorations show us it would need a lot of work if we were to occupy it. Worse still, the spark of the Weave that once flowed through it is now gone. After much discussion, we have decided to pursue selling it. As the day is nearly gone, we will stay one more night then return to Alden Minor.

Day 4 We are all tired after a forced march back to Alden Minor. It looks like everyone has things they want to get done around town on their own. We have agreed to take no further contracts until after the Midsummer festival and focus on our own affairs for a while.

Day 5 Too long I have let other events keep me from achieving and discovering in the laboratory. The next few days I shall devote to the pursuit of Creation. I shall see just how well our Miss Cloverleaf serves as a laboratory assistant. I have set my fellow Hammers to the task of fueling my creative fires with ideas. In return, they get marvelous items crafted to their specification. Rather than favor one over another with the order of construction, I have declared that all the items I construct shall be presented in a ceremony after the coming festival.

Day 6 Worked in the lab. Constructed Bracelet of Mage Hand for Kylverin.

Day 7 Worked in the lab. Constructed Bracelet of Open/Close for Kylverin.

Day 8 Worked in the lab. Constructed Amulet of Prestidigitation for Kylverin.

Day 9 Worked in the lab. Began working on Crest of Cure Light Wounds for Kylverin.

Day 10 Worked in the lab. Finished working on Crest of Cure Light Wounds for Kylverin.

Second Ride, Day 1 All work and no play makes Thorn a very dull boy. All work and no play makes Thorn a very dull boy. All work and no play makes Thorn a very dull boy. All work and no play makes Thorn a very dull boy. All work and no play makes Thorn a very dull boy. All work and no play makes Thorn a very dull boy. All work and no play makes Thorn a very dull boy. All work and no play makes Thorn a very dull boy. All work and no play makes Thorn a very dull boy. All work and no play makes Thorn a very dull boy. All work and no play makes Thorn a very dull boy. All work and no play makes Thorn a very dull boy. All work and no play makes Thorn a very dull boy. All work and no play makes Thorn a very dull boy. All work and no play makes Thorn a very dull boy. All work and no play makes Thorn a very dull boy. All work and no play makes Thorn a very dull boy. All work and no play makes Thorn a very dull boy. All work and no play makes Thorn a very dull boy. All work and no play makes Thorn a very dull boy. All work and no play makes Thorn a very dull boy. All work and no play makes Thorn a very dull boy. All work and no play makes Thorn a very dull boy. All work and no play makes Thorn a very dull boy. All work and no play makes Thorn a very dull boy. All work and no play makes Thorn a very dull boy. All work and no play makes Thorn a very dull boy. All work and no play makes Thorn a very dull boy. All work and no play makes Thorn a very dull boy. All work and no play makes Thorn a very dull boy. All work and no play makes Thorn a very dull boy. All work and no play makes Thorn a very dull boy. All work and no play makes Thorn a very dull boy. All work and no play makes Thorn a very dull boy. All work and no play makes Thorn a very dull boy. All work and no play makes Thorn a very dull boy. All work and no play makes Thorn a very dull boy. All work and no play makes Thorn a very dull boy. All work and no play makes Thorn a very dull boy. All work and no play makes Thorn a very dull boy. All work and no play makes Thorn a very dull boy. All work and no play makes Thorn a very dull boy. All work and no play makes Thorn a very dull boy. All work and no play makes Thorn a very dull boy. All work and no play makes Thorn a very dull boy. All work and no play makes Thorn a very dull boy. All work and no play makes Thorn a very dull boy. All work and no play makes Thorn a very dull boy. All work and no play makes Thorn a very dull boy. All work and no play makes Thorn a very dull boy.

Day 2 Finished working on enhancing Kalendar’s scimitar. While I have been busy in the laboratory with Miss Cloverleaf, the others have been making preparations for the Midsummer festival. Hearing the excitement in their voices makes me long to play a more active part this time around. Yet it has been decades since I sang or danced or even picked up a harp. These hobbies long ago fell by the wayside as I began to dabble in magic and chemistry. Perhaps Kylverin would be willing to help me recover these long-lost talents.

Day 3 Worked in the lab. Practiced with Kylverin. Began working on adding Silent Moves to Rhynn’s enchanted chain mail.

Day 4 Worked in the lab. Practiced. Continued working on adding Silent Moves to Rhynn’s chain mail.

Day 5 Worked in the lab. Practiced. Continued working on adding Silent Moves to Rhynn’s chain mail.

Day 6 Worked in the lab. Practiced. Continued working on adding Silent Moves to Rhynn’s chain mail.

Day 7 Worked in the lab. Practiced. Continued working on adding Silent Moves to Rhynn’s chain mail.

Day 8 Worked in the lab. Practiced. Finished working on adding Silent Moves to Rhynn’s chain mail.

Day 9 Worked in the lab. Practiced. Began working on Smithy Tools for Calmert.

Day 10 Worked in the lab. Practiced. Continued working on Smithy Tools for Calmert. Rhynn apologizes for being a jerk lately.

Third Ride, Day 1 Work in the lab. Continue working on Smithy Tools for Calmert. After tutoring me this evening, Kylverin presented me with a masterfully constructed Lap-Harp. I have not seen such a work of beauty since I last saw the Galanodel Lap-Harp, a family heirloom that has passed through many generations of my family. I would love to call the Galanodel Lap-Harp my own, yet I hope my father has many decades left with which to play it. In the meantime, I have this marvelous creation to play and enjoy. Perhaps it shall become an heirloom as well, for me to pass down to my children. I don’t know where that last thought came from. It is strange to think of myself with children. Living among humans as I do, I cannot foresee me raising children any time soon. For that matter, my lifestyle precludes the time needed for parenting. The time spent studying, traveling, experimenting, creating…these passions consume my every waking moment of late. Of course, my father was so tied up with his diplomatic obligations it was a rare occasion that he could spend much time with me. For that matter, so was my mother. Perhaps this contributed to my rebellious youth. Still, they did the best they could and provided me with luxuries other children could only dream about. I cherished what time they could give me and struggled through the boredom of being babysat by a seemingly endless array of tutors. One part of me thinks there is plenty of time to worry about such matters later…centuries, in fact. My father was nearing three hundred when my mother ended his days of bachelorhood, and it was decades later when they had me. What is time to an elf? Another part of me sees the potential for a violent and sudden end to my long years. That part would see the family name go on. In the alternate timeline where the assassins brought me down, my line ended. I am (was?) an only child, born to aged parent who had no interest in rearing a large family. Perhaps I can make my mark upon this world in other ways.

Day 2 Worked in the lab. Practiced. Finished working on Smithy Tools for Calmert. He should find it easy to craft armor and weaponry now. I cannot wait to see what masterworks he will produce with these fine tolls to guide his hands.

Day 3 Worked in the lab. Having finished the last of my work for the rest of the Hammers, I can at last allow myself to begin my own projects. There is much I wish to do and only a short time left before the festival. I will have to make as much use of my remaining lab time as possible. Today I constructed a minor Pearl of Power. Practiced.

Day 4 Worked in the lab. Practiced. Began enchanting the elven Longsword we found in Thaztilcha.

Day 5 Worked in the lab. Practiced. Finished enchanting the elven Longsword we found in Thaztilcha.

Day 6 Words defy me to even begin to explain what has happened this day. As I hurriedly write this, we are resting the horses briefly so that we may continue chasing after Kylverin. He has disappeared with Raitalis’ staff and Calmert’s horse, along with a few valuables. We travel with one Ashimar of Sune, a priest who somehow got swept up in the chase as we desperately searched for clues. I am not sure what his connection to Kylverin is, but he seems as affected by the loss as we. It is time to resume the pursuit…

Day 7 Though the chase continued through the night, we would seem to be no closer. At least we have reclaimed Calmert’s horse, left behind at a nondescript farm along the way. This gave us no advantage, for we had to leave our own horses at the same farm. As tired as they were and with the type of terrain we were facing, horses would be of no use to us. After talking with Raitalis, we think that the staff has possessed our comrade. Wherever he is going, he is not the Kylverin we knew, but a shell being used to carry out the mission of an intelligent artifact.

Day 8 A full day of looking for the lost trail convinced us we have no choice but to give up the chase…at least for now. I do not give up easily, but we have exhausted all of our resources. Raitalis remains on the hunt, convinced that he can find Kylverin once we leave him to his own devices. I have instructed him never to return if he harms Kylverin in any way. He balked at my words, but eventually gave in. Once again I find myself needing to trust him, though my every instinct cries out in alarm. He would do well to heed my words, for once he crosses me there can be no turning back. Raitalis constantly spins my feelings for him between sympathy and loathing.

Day 9 The bitter taste of defeat greeted us as we arrived home. It has been hard travel for the last few days, and all we have to show for it is the eviction of Raitalis from our basement. We have lost a friend, and were unable to bring him back from whatever dark fate stole him away. I have not felt so helpless since I found myself incapable of bringing down the troll that slew Findle.

Day 10 Worked in the lab. Constructed a Cloak of Elvenkind. Practiced on my own. How strange it was to work without Kylverin’s patient instruction. Especially on the Lap-Harp he constructed specially for me. I could only seem to muster a few sad ballads. I must clear my head of this grief if I am to perform tomorrow. We exhausted all of our current resources in our search for Kylverin. However, I am brimming with future potential. One day I will have the power to bring him back. I must believe this, for the alternative is unthinkable. Can one person make a difference? Once I may have said, “No.” However, time and experience changes much in the way of opinions and views. Looking at my own reflection, my greatest change has been my perception of my peers and mentors. I remember my amusement at the presumption of sages and philosophers as they sought to instruct me in my wilder years. I barely restrained myself (Ilphukiir would say instead that I rarely restrained myself) when they presented such esoteric concepts as, “the ripples in the air caused by the stirring wings of a butterfly on one side of the continent started forces in motion that brought forth a tornado on the other side of the continent.” Yet, when confronted with a divergence of timelines (the knowledge that assassins had brought me down in a timeline that I played a part in changing), I used what they taught me (yes, Ilphukiir, I was listening – there is little you said that I didn’t ponder, I just couldn’t give you the satisfaction of knowing how many of your words and ideas found a home in my own consciousness) to survive and thrive. I readily grasped to theories I once would have laughed away as folly – because down that path was life. It would seem enlightenment comes readily to those who must quickly grasp it or face a sudden and violent end. Grasp it I did: Now I understand. With every action I take, the gap in the timelines grows ever greater. Where there was once a void of inaction (and thus, no reactions), there is now a butterfly stirring its wings and bringing forth great forces. I am the butterfly. I have shrugged my wings and brought disaster and death upon my foes…foes that may yet have lived in the alternate timeline. Their wings beat no more, and void swallows up all the actions that may have come to be because of the strife they would have wrought upon the world. I grow lightheaded at the thought of all I have affected already. How much can I yet do? There is no turning back now. And I do not stand alone. After being confronted with the vicious stench of the putrid being he became (and beget) in the alternate timeline, Rhynn has dedicated himself to being a better man. He strides toward a personal redemption with all the bullheaded stubbornness with which he faces the rest of his life. I have felt the strength of Rhynn’s will when I have called forth the power of the Weave to flow through him. I have seen his will displayed on the battlefield when he refused to fall even though beaten and nearly broken. I am confident that sheer stubbornness will be enough to keep him from being drawn down that path again. So we live with these changes: Our world becomes a much more scary place for it. I have been forced to confront my own mortality, and Rhynn has been forced to confront a sickness within. Yet, at the same time, the world is a better place for these changes.

If only Isti could have been saved as well. I would have loved the opportunity to discuss these thoughts with him… Bah! Enough of this introspective rambling…

Midsummer Festival The festival was well timed. All of us were able to put aside our grieving for a little while and lose ourselves in the joy of the crowd and the pleasures of the celebration. While I have been so busy in the lab these past couple of Rides, Rhynn had been masterminding a marvelous array of spectacles to entertain and amuse the masses. There were many games, performances, and other forms of revelry – in short, a good time to be had by all but the most jaded of souls.

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