Tick
Tick, tick, tick, tick, tick… Anxiety and fear melted away from Fflewddur like winter ice melting at the start of spring. Memories of the shadowy creatures on the Pirate’s Skyhold and in the Tower of Thalivar dissolved into darkness. The half-elf felt at ease for the first time in weeks.
Wondering how long he’d been meditating with Amarille, Fflewddur listened for the sound of fire crackling but caught the faint sound of birds singing instead. A cool breeze brushed his right cheek ever so gently as he heard the rustle of leaves nearby. Was it morning already? And, how did he end up outside?
Fflewddur opened his eyes and found himself sitting in the middle of a small forest clearing. A bird flew above him and landed on a tree to his left. Heat from the sun above warmed his body. There was a strong smell of oak in the air. If this was a dream, it was the most vivid one he’s ever had.
Two figures approached in the distance. One of them noticed Fflewddur and started to head his way. Should he run? Hide? No, Fflewddur decided to find out what they wanted. He stood up and waited for them to come to him. “Hello there,” the figure said aloud. “My name is Adaon Moonshadow. Who might you be?”
Fflewddur’s brows furrowed as he struggled to make sense of what was happening. Seeing the puzzled look on Fflewddur’s face, Adaon added, “You are in a memory, my memory to be exact. Are you one of Angharad’s children?”
“No, she’s…she’s my grandmother,” Fflewddur said with eyes wide in disbelief. “My name is Fflewddur, Fflewddur Flynn. What am I doing in your memory?”
“Nice to meet you, Fflewddur Flynn,” Adaon said with a smile. He directed Fflewddur to a shaded area under a great oak. The two of them sat cross-legged on the damp moss beneath the tree. “Now, where to begin?”
Adaon spent what felt like an hour explaining what was going on. Fflewddur listened attentively and kept his interruptions to a minimum. When his great-grandfather finished, Fflewddur still had some unanswered questions.
“So, let me see if I understand this correctly. My powers come from this Primus being who foresaw you visiting their domain and thought Ebondeath was somehow linked to the chaos and darkness that would befall their realm and subjects.” Fflewddur bobbed his head as he went through a mental list of the things Adaon had told him. “Did I miss anything?”
“That’s the gist of it,” Adaon replied with a nod. “This memory and your powers were a boon from Primus. The three of us combined our magic, added bits of our essence and created memories that would unlock for Angharad, or one of her descendants, when the time was right.”
Still confused, Fflewddur asked, “But if Primus is so powerful and rules an entire plane, why couldn’t he have simply defeated Ebondeath himself? Or, if he needed help, why didn’t he use the ritual to empower you and great-grandmother?”
“Primus’ powers are tied to their plane. They have no direct influence on our plane.” Adaon paused and his face hardened a little before softening as he let out a small sigh. “As to your other question, we weren’t sure if we would be successful in defeating Ebondeath, even with Primus’ help.”
Although Fflewddur knew his great-grandparents were ultimately unsuccessful in defeating Ebondeath, the truth still stung. He was determined more than ever to ensure his ancestors didn’t die in vain. Learning more about the boon granted to him would help in that regard. “You mentioned there were other memories embedded in my mind. Can you elaborate on that?”
“Five memories were incorporated into the ritual. We hoped to provide brief counsel to Angharad, or one of her descendants, through infusing slivers of our essence into the spell. This is how I am able to talk to you in my most cherished memory. Arianllyn and Primus will be able to do the same once their memories surface.” Adaon paused to see if Fflewddur had any questions.
As Adaon talked, Fflewddur looked at the elven woman in the distance and studied her intently. He couldn’t make out her face but something about her attire seemed familiar. The more he thought about it, the more she looked like the woman he saw in his dreams. When Adaon finished speaking, Fflewddur turned back to him and asked, “So, the three of you live on inside memories embedded in my mind? Not just as memories but as fragments of your former selves?”
“Not quite. Our memories will remain with you but Arianllyn and I will move onto the afterlife after we’ve had the opportunity to speak with you.” There was a hint of sadness in Adaon’s voice but also a look of pride on his face as the elf looked upon his great-grandson’s face.
Before he could ask another question, Fflewddur heard the faint sound of clockwork gears turning. He could feel the memory “solidifying” for lack of a better description. “What’s happening?” Fflewddur asked with a mix of confusion and fear.
“It would appear my time on this plane draws near,” Adaon replied. “Before I go, I wanted to let you know a little more about the other three memories Arianllyn and I included in Primus’ boon.” A clock chime rang softly in the air. Adaon spent the next five chimes briefly describing and explaining the three other memories. At the seventh chime, the two clasped their hands and embraced.
“Goodbye Fflewddur. I am so very grateful and proud to have met you.” At the eighth chime, Fflewddur awoke and found himself sitting in a meditative pose with Amarille sitting across from him staring at him intently.
Fflewddur's Journal Ordered oldest to newest
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Family History
Hammer 19, 1490
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Life Debt
Tarsakh 28, 1492
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Lost & Found
Uktar 20, 1492
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Storm Brewing
Uktar 24, 1492
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Pirate's Skyhold
Uktar 30, 1492
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Coda
Nightal 4, 1492
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Whirlwind
Nightal 7, 1492
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The Journal Entry’s title
27 Apr 2023 04:02:36
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Tick
Nightal 11, 1492
Hammer 19, 1490
Tarsakh 28, 1492
Uktar 20, 1492
Uktar 24, 1492
Uktar 30, 1492
Nightal 4, 1492
Nightal 7, 1492
27 Apr 2023 04:02:36
Nightal 11, 1492
The major events and journals in Fflewddur's history, from the beginning to today.
Adaon Moonshadow and Arianllyn Dawnsong were Fflewddur's maternal great-grandparents who died fighting the dracolich Ebondeath.
05:31 am - 01.04.2023Whirlwind
The last couple of days were something to behold. Didn’t expect the group of adventurers Theris mentioned the other day to be in town. Thought I’d have to make my way to Phandalin and track them down. Turns out Amarille, one of the group’s member...
08:49 pm - 16.02.2023S02E06 Thalivar's House on the Hill
06:45 am - 27.01.2023S02E06 Thalivar's House on the Hill
06:45 am - 27.01.2023S02E05. Merely a Lost Patrol
06:44 am - 27.01.2023S02E05. Merely a Lost Patrol
06:44 am - 27.01.2023S02E04. A Marsh Unmellow
06:21 am - 13.01.2023S02E04. A Marsh Unmellow
06:21 am - 13.01.2023Coda
It’s been almost a week since we survived our visit to the Pirate’s Skyhold. Imoen’s wounds haven’t healed completely despite Henwen’s divine magic and mother’s healing balms. Henwen’s been praying to Yondalla for aid and guidance. I’ve be...
08:35 pm - 12.01.2023S02E03. Let's Get Kraken
07:37 am - 06.01.2023S02E03. Let's Get Kraken
07:37 am - 06.01.2023S02E02 Something Wicked Continues
07:36 am - 06.01.2023S02E02 Something Wicked Continues
07:36 am - 06.01.2023S02E01 Something Wicked
05:08 am - 23.12.2022S02E01 Something Wicked
05:08 am - 23.12.2022Pirate's Skyhold
Had a lot more trouble finding our way onto the Pirate’s Skyhold than we’d hoped. Local magic shops were out of Levitate and Fly scrolls and none of the spellcasters we approached were willing or able to transport the four of us safely onto the earthm...
12:54 am - 16.12.2022Storm Brewing
Todak, Imoen and I spent the last couple of days trying to track down Nix. I went back to Nix’s home and jewelry shop to see if she had returned to either place. No dice. Neighbor hadn’t seen her since her disappearance several days ago. Imoen made he...
07:43 pm - 14.12.2022Lost & Found
I was hired a few days ago to find a missing tiefling jeweler named Nix. Paid a visit to her shop and home to look around for clues. Asked Imoen to reach out to her contacts in the city to see if they had any leads. Our investigations led us to an old tow...
07:41 pm - 14.12.2022Life Debt
Months ago, I was investigating a lead into the smuggling of illicit goods into Neverwinter when I ran afoul of pirates in Luskan. While fleeing my pursuers, I stowed away on a ship named the Errant Stingray and was quickly discovered by Osthrynn, the fir...
07:40 pm - 14.12.2022Family History
As a child, I remember mother telling us stories about an ancient dracolich that terrorized the lands. She would warn us, jokingly, that if we misbehaved, the dracolich would pay us a visit. Always thought those stories were told to keep children on the s...
07:36 pm - 14.12.2022Fflewddur’s wand is a dark mahogany wand with leafless vines carved along its sides. The wand belonged to his maternal grandfather Adaon and was gifted to him by his mother when he came of age. A strange quirk of the wand is that it has a tendency to crack any time Fflewddur deviates from the truth in conversations. Simple exaggerations might cause tiny cracks to form on the wand. Tall tales might cause the wand to break in two. Thankfully, Fflewddur “remembered” how to use the Mending spell at a young age and has had to cast it on the wand more times than he’d like to admit.
04:59 pm - 08.12.2022The list of amazing people following the adventures of Fflewddur.
Social
Birthplace
Neverwinter
Current Residence
Leilon
Family Ties
Father
Fflewddur’s father is a human man who was born in Waterdeep and left the city when he came of age to work on trade caravans. After years of saving up his earnings, he eventually squirreled away enough gold to pursue his passion as a baker. He opened a bakery in Neverwinter and put to use the skills he learned from his mother. Initially, he kept the menu small and stuck to his favorite recipes. Eventually, as business picked up, he began to experiment and expanded his menu. Within a year, business was booming. He sent extra money he earned to his parents and often made rounds to the poorer areas of the city to give away his wares to the less fortunate.
Finn inherited a sharp mind from his parents and developed a strong work ethic from his time as a merchant. He worked hard to set a good example for his children and made sure they had a solid foundation in life.
Mother
Fflewddur’s mother is an elven woman who spent most of her childhood living in Neverwinter Wood, or Llewyrrwood as her parents called it. She learned a great deal about the medicinal properties of various herbs and plants from her mother. Her father, a former ranger of the High Forest, taught her hunting and self-defense.
When she came of age, she convinced her parents to let her visit the city of Neverwinter. During her visit to the city, she came across a bakery that piqued her interest. Smells of bread, fruit and a strange earthy aroma wafted from the bakery door to her nose. She had to take a peek inside. Within, the baker introduced himself as Finn and offered her samples of his wares. It was love at first sight and smell. Over the next several months, she’d pay Finn a visit and sample more of his baked goods. Eventually, the two began dating and married a year after.
With the help of her parents and Finn, she started an apothecary shop a few blocks away from Finn’s bakery. Eventually, she and Finn saved up enough money to repay her parents and start a family.
Sister
Fflewddur’s younger sister is a half-elf who inherited her paternal grandmother’s love of cooking and her paternal grandfather’s passion for tailoring. When she came of age, she moved to Waterdeep to help her paternal grandfather with his tailoring business. For several years, she also worked part-time as a chef at the Dancing Horse inn until she saved up enough money to settle down in a cozy home of her own in the Trades Ward.
Fiona and Fflewddur were very close as children having been born roughly 6 years apart. However, once Fflewddur’s innate magic manifested and he began his magical studies, they ended up spending less and less time together and started to grow apart. They remain on good terms and each takes time at least once a year to visit the other.
Religious Views
Agnostic.
Social Aptitude
Even as a child, Fflewddur was even-tempered. Seeing his father happily work each day bringing joy to people with his food instilled in him an upbeat attitude and a positive outlook on life.
Having met many people with various backgrounds and from all walks of life, he tends to keep an open mind when engaging with others. He enjoys learning each person’s story and is quick to provide comfort to those that need it.