[Fenia's Entries]

//Before this entry there are many more made-- all in the same soft neat script, mostly speaking on the occurrences of the days and thoughts as well as leaving short spurts of lyrics and poems. The earliest entries are written hastily on her memories of her enslavement; much on her time with the Drow and little on her experiences with Mind Flayers, as he mind was not her own at that point. There is much confusion in those early entries about how she managed to be free of their hold on her. The earliest entries have more hope to them and speak often of her experiences in the Warband and of her love for Callasil Talis.

A miracle, that I can still think to write. A miracle that my mind is focused well enough to convey that today was one of death and anger. Of betrayal and insult. And my poor beloved Callasil, unable to shake his terrible anger, an anger that chills my to my very core. Causing a fear and worry that would have the heart of me.

The dark started as any other might-- a calm thing, peaceable and almost worthy of a day upon the surface. I wrote the above songs, I tuned my harps and fiddle as well as played my pan-pipes and sang. After gaining myself a bit to eat as sustenance I ventured from the Seeker's Hall, where I had been staying, to find a small band forming-- in need of aid as then ventured into the ruins and then the sewers therein. Well enough, I try to not let myself be bothered by such things and was in want of something to make myself useful. Callasil, just abutting the departure of our small group (two dwarves and a cleric of The Crying God), made his appearance and agreed to join us. And so we were off... things went smoothly enough at first I suppose. However, disaster loves to strike and it made an appearance to frighten us; Callasil fell in battle with a deformed spider, huge and beastly in stature, and I, in a moment of fear and total concern, abandoned all reason and thought and rushed forward to aid him and fell myself. Callasil was sustainable, I was not so lucky and felt my own soul lost and cold, departed from my body. I managed however, but nearly met with my God. Too soon... too soon.

Angry Callasil believes it to be betrayal-- the fact I tasted death so clearly. They allowed me too close with no aid on my side. I calmed him. I do not believe that it was a purposeful thing, my 'death'. There was too much movement about us. And Callasil and I discussed this, resting peacefully upon a cot in the Seeker's Hall. We discussed death and I reminded him death comes to all and is nothing to be feared. I tried to persuade a promise from him-- the promise to be joyous, should I fall. The promise to mourn the death, but be sure to celebrate the life. But he would not hear it, it pained him too greatly, I could see, to think more on any death I might suffer. I calmed him however, I brought again a peace in his mind and a smile to his lips.

But later, not long thereafter, Callasil and I walked in Upper, near to the Town Hall and I was served an offence. It must be said that I wore not my armor but my comfortable clothes-- an outfit made of the most beautiful purple cloth, long sleeves and short pants, soft soled boots and cut for perfect movement, to aid my performances as a bard. A man who I took to be a member of the Watch, an outlaw so it turned out, dully and rudely stared-- which amused me at first, until the comments began and I called him on his blatant rudeness. From there he spoke directly to me, making comments that would make a whore blush, disregarding the fact that Callasil stood close by and soon broke in-between him and I. It took a Spellguard agent to come and order him away to end the onslaught, that sent me into physical shakes, my rage immeasurable.

From there I learned that he, Marsilles Montellio, was a wanted criminal who had stolen a set of Watch armor and their entire set of outfitting equipment, parading himself about as a Guard of the Watch. Callasil and I spent the rest of the dark in the hunt of him-- I with the intent of turning him over to the authorities, though I knew not what Callasil's ultimate intention was.

We did find him, and Callasil challenged him-- foolishly-- and the pair went the the Canal Ward, over the old bridge, to battle-- decide who was right or wrong with blood. I followed, trying to warn Callasil away from this course of action, but found he would not hear of it and so I fled to summon the Watch-- which did little as the Spellguard agent I spoke with was soon called away on some other business. Marsilles and my Callasil fought, and the coward Montellio offered a passerby 300 gold for his aid (so I learned later from Callasil) and so my dearest fled, knowing he could not withstand such an attack. Whatever else happened while I was away summoning the Watch I do not know-- Callasil gave me only what information he wanted. But I did learn that Marsilles will not let this die as he told Callasil that he would kill him one day (dark). I fear for my melindo. It was foolishness to engage in battle... And still our bane wanders free.

I must speak with him soon on this...