Songs by the Hearth
Thaal’s Journal – Entry 16
I came to Noble, fell out with Beiro and his, answered Prismeus’ call for workers, and set off with caravan. After some insanity in Rebirth, I set back south to Noble again on a job, and got roped up working for some richie bastard. Now, I’ve failed to prevent his assassination, and it’s pinned on me by a combination of Marcus’ myopia and that Eladrin (NAME: Miriele). I do not count much for my chances to make any progress while fleeing from the law, nor my chances to rectify the misunderstanding. Further, traveling with three staunchly righteous men has caused me all the trouble I had expected. I wonder if I could convince Judoc and Jeeko to split from them with me, and find some more pragmatic individuals to stick together with. For the time being, I’ll benefit from some holy muscle. Having my two allies brings me some confidence, in face of these walking impediments.
My few days in Cryva’s woods, studying under her, have left me with a sort of sensitivity to Its stirrings. I think, with the proper tools, I could actually foster some communication. If it is a mindless thing, then I stand to learn very much, with this backwards sort of divination; I cannot imagine the consequences, if its age lends to its intellect. Since I left the woods, a thought stands sorely in my mind, and I cannot banish it. If this Aseroth entity has seen me as a valuable asset in some larger game, as Cryva suggests, might not Cryva herself? I will not be satisfied until I am on par with these creatures both. I am embittered to have spent so much time learning so little. The sooner I can make my way to Stormhold, the better.
post nubila, Kossuth