A Soap As Old As Time

Dear diary,

After the big combat and promise making, we decided to use the rest of the day to get our ducks in a row and prepare for things to come.

Arthur and Meicoril went to the Valyrian estate with Morgana and Lancelot, Sina went to see Menthé who is lucky this is a diary and not a burn book. Alruna, Sador and I went to the Temple of Mystra.

Arthur spend the afternoon searching for a nice shield together with his little brother while Morgana was trying to get the still dazed Meicoril into a more human condition.

At the temple of Mystra Sador split of to inquire after an escaped demon that he wanted to hunt down, Alruna entered a Globe of Quintessence, a sacred place where mages can get into touch with their magic in a controlled fashion. It ultimately showed her where her mother probably resides:  in the brass tower. I dedicated my staff to Mystra, thanking her for allowing me to create a magic item. Now, my staff is engraved with Mystra’s symbol, the star and  with a greave the seems to be a kind of socket.

When we left the Temple we bumped into James, the prosecutor.

James is not a bad man by any stretch of the word, but he is both way too touchy-feely and way too lacking in social grace.The kind of guy coming up with things like: ’a word in this sentence is misspelled’ unironically. So taking one for the team I let James come with me to the temple of Lathander to restore my memories, while Sador and Alruna went back to Valyrian Manor.

At the manor, Arthur was checking out some secret doors and stairs, moving through the manor through the walls. Interestingly, during this time Alruna and Sador arrived and Alruna went to take a bath right next to the walls she climbed through. Luckily, his desire for the carnal pleasures were just about overcomeable enough to forestall a steamy incident.

What he did overhear though, was Meicoril and Alruna discussing Meicorils odd behaviour, that she explained away by saying she had a crush on Arthur!

In meanwhile, at the temple of Lathander, James forced a way to the front of the line. It was, once again, well intentioned but a major faux-pas. At least it got me to one of the higher ups that was capable enough to cast Greater Restoration. Of my memories not much needs to be said. I know 3 things now: 1) The King can draw me to his realm pretty much at will if I ‘endanger’ myself, 2) one of my teleportation circles is a trap, leading straight into His domain, 3) how to dance with the devil in the pale moonlight.

Returning, James and I told each other our favourite spells. He to show off, I to DDoor away. Entering the manor with unwanted guests would probably be unappreciated, and the rest hated him. And he tried to Polymorph me even before my escape attempt!

Reunited, with tea and crumpets baked by the longest serving Valyrian servant (she served them for more than 60 years of service, since she was a girl!) we talked about next courses of action. There were 3 points of interest, in the south the brass tower here Alruna’s mother is, south west Excalibur and to the west (and closest by) Cÿnwall, where my parents are.

Cÿnwall is the nearest by so the most logical direct destination.

That being said, we still had a trial first. In order to make sure that everything is brought out in the open, I was going to copy my notes. Meicoril and Alruna offered their help and I gladly accepted.

Unfortunately, during copying Meicoril tried to hide some of the documents. When pressed, she told it was a memento of her parents, but I reassured her there’d be a copy for her as well (the originals were already stolen.)  When she left the room I checked the hidden notes. It were specifically the notes dealing with Giants. The implication was clear, Meicoril was still bewitched by the drow. I hid the notes within the portable hole that I hide on myself, because Meicoril knew I kept them in our bag of holding.

Getting to Meicorils room, we saw her trying to escape, but failed to stop her, in part because James decided to ‘help’ us by turning Meicoril into a highly agile, flying seagul. I’m completely spent now, so giving chase will have to wait till tomorrow. We should warn Hubert though.