Session 1/2

It is not surprising to see the failure of the human upper classes. We should have encountered the bodies of the monks and knights around the homesteads mingled with those of the beasts, not ambushed and slaughtered as cattle in the Hold. I understand that Lady Raylee has much on her mind, but proper decorum requires at least SOME recognition for averting the slaughter of those peasants. It seems that courtly manners bother me only when they are so poorly disregarded.

I do find a kindred in the warlock. He was right to chastise the human for her butchering of our tongue. Even half-elves make it grate on my ears to speak it. Oh well. I will have to not be so foolhardy in the next skirmish- how embarrassing it was to be knocked on my ass and then have to accept healing from the priest. My uncle would probably just smirk though at one so young charging into the fray ignoring proper tactics.

I have yet to really understand what role we are to play with custodianship of these relics. To whom are they meaningful?

Session 3

How easily an errand becomes a brush with death. Again perhaps I rushed into the fray disregarding a proper formation, but as is told in the chronicles we Bladesingers all memorize, a Protector is an army unto themselves. I do feel that the deadly grace of the Elven Father should be displayed to all enemies of the Tel'Quessir. I will have to focus on acquiring better means of healing myself as it continues to embarrass me relying on the goliath.

The lady tasks us now with uncovering and neutralizing this cult. She does realize she has already begun negotiating for establishment of better trade with Evereska, specifically the Goldleaf vintage. I suppose I should find some way to get a message back to court, but oh the drama even though the Gold Elves claim to not trifle with it. But knowing I'm alive- my teacher, uncle, and parents deserve as much, although the loss of increased status of having a son killed protecting the people---- well there is still plenty of time for me to die for the Tel'Quessir.

Session 4

How quickly lessons learned in battle allow for them to be practiced. I was much happier with my fighting through the clearing out of the cultists' lair. At times it felt effortless as I'm sure it looked to my companions and the foes I was defeating, nay embarrassing with my Art. Pelaeius is becoming quite the task to keep track of. It is lucky that he was able to get free of whatever trap assailed him. I of course did not fall prey due to my training, skill, and affinity for wielding magic, not having it wield me. Yet I feel that I am not doing enough for the Tel'Quessir- Neverwinter is not exactly home to a large contingent but perhaps my role here affects and effects things that impact the well-being of my People elsewhere that I cannot see. As always I await guidance from the Elven Father.

Session 5

It pleased me to disrupt the plans of the cultists. Undead dragons are not to be trifled with, but I am sure we still have not seen the end of this cult, I guess that makes 2 cults we're now contending with. It was with great satisfaction that I burned and then cut down the summoner- I don't feel it was incorrect to also burn the tiefling- he is no elf and it was the correct tactical decision in the end. Taking the hoard intended for the dragon was also quite fulfilling. I appreciate the assistance of the magic items but cannot let them become something of a crutch.

Session 6

I now have a clear enemy. Had I been thinking more clearly, I would have dueled him and killed him in his manor house. Now he will die where I find him. It pleases me to have uncovered his vile slave trading and gain renown in the city. I would like us to assume ownership of the manor as we are entitled to it. I of course will not accept a noble title from the humans, it is beneath me and not possible as I am already of the Evereskan ruling class. But I will request trade arrangements be made with my family and other Evereskan enterprises. Perhaps this will help our family's standing further as well as sending a message to my parents that I am still alive.

I am curious to see how this human woman wields magic. I am sure it will seem as unrefined to me as the tiefling does, but the lesser races cannot be expected to understand the Art as it truly is to be practiced. Even my fellow elf Paelias possesses no real skill, it is from whatever entity he bargained with flowing through him. I wonder how much he gave to wield the magic upon which he calls?

Session 7

It did bring me pleasure to thwart the entrapment magic sent to us by the human noble. I must admit I am finding weaknesses with my fighting, this disturbs me. There is some small consolation in that I stood as best I could against two assassins who defeated me using poison and trickery. They would fall in a proper fight I am sure. 

It will be interesting to see what comes of the troll following Qynn. I almost thought I heard it mention a citadel on the planes that we had been to. Anyway- I wonder what ritual we stopped from coming to pass . . .

Session 8

Alas the noble was a weakling- he would not face me in single combat. It was satisfying to destroy one responsible for something as loathsome as slavery, but as seems to be a trend, his wife absconded with whatever it is that they deem important. At least we recovered the captives. Humans and not that important, but the payment will help with our base of operations. I believe I acted appropriately in declining the title and giving it to our human companion. My first pledge and only pledge is to the Tel'Quessir. This is of course unto death. I hope Paelias properly understood the idiocy of his actions. My life is not to be thrown away like that.

Session 9

I grow troubled- it seems that I am doubting my pledge to protect all elves. Are some not worthy of protecting? Do some reject this vow on their behalf? I doubt my place as a noble- the insular nature of Evereska prevents a fuller understanding of the world around. Is the elven way the best way? Nobility has lost its luster. Nobles seem to hide behind their title and use it to prevent them from reaping what they have sown. When you are challenged, you rush to fight, not to slow down with rules, conditions, regulations. The "Lady" Crystil is no noble or perhaps she is more the noble given her behavior. She disgusts me. I will see justice served to her, if need be, away from where she can be saved by her lawyers and the webs of intrigue. I fear my path grows darker and away from the Tel'Quessir.

Session 10

Disappointing. The artifacts were in my grasp, and I lost them. Perhaps it was not to be, perhaps it was the ignorance of the humans and disregard of my counsel to recover what rightfully belong to the People and now are in the hands of who knows to be used against the city. There is time for the process of law and time for action. Clinging too tightly to the former gets people killed. So it seems I must become more capable in the arts of being unseen. I am sure "She" can help me- will return for her guidance in the Feywild.

Session 11

I am still trying to comprehend the acquisition of the blade lost to my family for these past 400 years. I have never been told the name of my ancestor that wielded it- only that it was lost in his (or her) singular quest to wipe out a small drow city. How appropriate it returns after slaying some of the foul Spider spawn. I will have to ask the group to help in the quest. I was also reminded with how- quaint our forest cousins are. They seem to do well although with the drow so brazen I worry about them.

Session 12

I was glad to have helped the party with the demons, I tried not to show it, but they posed little threat to me really. I will be curious to see how the sorcerer contains and deals with his increasing use of the powers of Hell as well as the dabbling of Paelius with whomever he entreats for power. I fear the have little real knowledge of the magnitude of the threat their patrons may pose to them eventually, but then again I know little of those of Fey who have recently helped me. It seems now as if stopping this plague falls to us. So be it. I cast off any notion that we could have completely prevented its spread. This plan was deliberate, planned, and intended to sow chaos through death. Why were the Zhent ever trusted?

Session 13

The battle in the graveyard was interesting. I am not sure why the demon evaded my senses for so long, perhaps I grow too distracted by my goals. I am glad I was able to glimpse the visage of our new foe, the "noble". I am sure we will have to use the conventional means to bring him to justice, although he does not deserve it. Of course that assumes we get out of the tomb- where this complex leads I know not and am sure the angry dead will follow us. I will have to think on the meaning of the two family's tombs- how long has this been planned?? We of course are short on time as always to stop the plague's spread.