From the journal of Arjhan Da’Seka Flamebrow…
28 Rhaan 998 YK
To find Emerald Claw Agents waiting for us at the dock was beyond terrifying. If not for the miraculous reappearance and intervention (praise Olladra!) of 5 of our missing comrades, we surely would have perished. Another debt I owe my comrades. I don’t know how they knew we were coming, but any worry I feel is insignificant next to the joy in my heart at learning of the survival those I had thought dead.
But that riot afterwards! I had no idea tensions were so high outside of Q’barra! How did it get started so quickly? Are these things common in this part of Khorvaire? That we all made it back to our friends safe-house was another miracle.
Alas, though, there our happy reunion was cut short. I revealed what I had learned in the book, and divisions formed. Sir Vulgrim insisted that the Artifact could not be left in Lady ir’Ryliss’ keeping, and Adrik and I agreed with him. Others may have as well, but I believe Vulgrim’s insistence on delivering it to his church may given them pause, particularly Dolph. From my own experiences with the Silver Flame, I have found them to be srigid and unyielding, yes, but also honorable and vigilant. I believe it will be safe with them, but I understand the others hesitation. Bree and Daruush were adamant that Lady ir’Ryliss and the Artifact both be delivered safely to Fairhaven, as they had promised they would do. The others were less committal. Tethys made it clear she wants nothing more to do with the Artifact, and Melchizedek just wants to get paid. In the end, Sir Vulgrim called upon other Knights Militant in the city to claim the Artifact. Faced with those odds, Lady ir’Ryliss relented, and the Church of the Flame is now in possession of the Artifact.
|From the journal of Arjhan Da’Seka Flamebrow…||From the log of Daruush, soldier of the Rhukaan Taash…|
|25 Rhaan 998 YK||27 Rhaan 998 YK|
|The others have filled me in the events of the last two weeks while we wait in Stormhome. I am grateful for the lengths to which they have gone to save my life by getting me to the House Jorasco medics here, but there is a part of me that wishes that they had let me die rather than risk the Demon Wastes. So many dead on my account… Still, I am alive, and I will not forget the debt I owe to my comrades, both those still living and those gone. At the very least, I have been of some use; while Lady ir’Ryliss has worked to find passage off the island, our own vessel having been impounded upon our “illegal” arrival, I have begun working to translate the book Torra found in the wreckage. I cannot explain, but it seems my Mark of Scribing has granted be a comprehension of the Abyssal tongue. It is slow going; much of the tome has been badly damaged by fire and water, but what I have deciphered is troubling; I am not certain we can trust Lady ir’Ryliss with the Artifact We depart on a ship bound for Thaliost tomorrow; the voyage should give me ample time, both to continue my work, and to figure out how best to proceed.||I don’t normally trust in fortune. The moment things seem to be going your way is usually the exact moment everything falls apart. But what we have learned since arriving in Thaliost this morning is promising. It appears Brook may have been at least partially right. Some more of our comrades may have survived the attacks on the airships. I wish she’d found out about this before she headed back to the Reaches. It would have given her some relief. Tethys and Dolph tailed some Emerald Claw agents they uncovered back to their safe-house. The rest of us caught up to them and subdued the agents. Under interrogation, they revealed that a ship will be arriving at the docks tomorrow with passengers matching the descriptions of some of our missing company. It probably isn’t them, but even so, if the Emerald Claw wants these people, I want them too. We’ll stay at their safe-house tonight. Can’t risk anyone coming by and finding their agents dead. Someone comes looking for them, we kill them, too. In the morning, we’ll disguise ourselves and head to the rendezvous. Take the bastards by surprise if it does turn out to be our friends|