Session notes 8-11-2020

16th day in the Feywild
 
Yeah, last night was busy. In the end, we all slept in for a bit to compensate. The rest of my watch I used to write some stories about Thalmiir. His life needs to be remembered, and there are quite some stories to tell! I also started writing a letter to send home, but I am not sure where to start. I will try again another night. Oh, I would almost forget that Oranje had set himself ablaze last night! Actual flames engulfed him but did not seem to harm him. It must have been quite powerful magic that he is wielding at this point.
 
Anyhow, I took this morning to change Mina into a snow owl, which is better suited for this weather than a bat.
 
 
Our day was long, and it is not even done yet. It is way too cold outside to write anything down, I fear my ink would have frozen to my pen. The day started with investigating the creatures that had attacked us this morning, but one of them had simply shattered into ice, while the others were 'regular' undead. After our brief investigation, we went on our way. The first hour or so was quite okay, but Brynjar had already scouted ahead with Odin and seen that a bad storm lay ahead. Soon, we could barely see the person walking in front of us. The snow was freezing, the wind howled and all our feet were soaked. It was at that point that we heard a crack underneath Coppers feet. At that point I had telekinesis, the spell, going, to clear the snow a bit in front of us, but this took us by surprise.
 
What also took us by surprise was two frost giants. A battle ensued. I got hurt badly as I was walking first in line with my spell pushing away the snow. Additionally, I fell into a hole in the ice. Luckily I was tied to Copper/Oranje, who could quickly pull me out. The last things of the battle were kind of a blur, I saw Oranje smite much like William but it felt different, it had a different aura or something like that.
 
While I was trying to get warm with Oranjes help, Brynjar cut out the hart of the giants. After which we quickly made our way to find some cover to have a short rest. In this cave, we still found little rest as the stones somehow started moving. They seemed kind of friendly, but just to be sure we went to sit in the treehouse Liya can create. The stone-creature elementals followed us around like curious puppies. It was kind of interesting actually! But now we are in the hut. Liya and Oranje are talking about some things, I am going to join the conversation.
 
 
Today I learned more about Brynjar's family. Apparently, they are all trained in different competencies, so all have their own expertise. His knack for magic is one found in the family, possibly through some kind of artefact. I hope I understood it correctly. He said it was kind of like a monastery. I am not sure what to think, but I am happy he is sharing information! We also tell a bit about ourselves. Oranje as well, how he is 203 years old and about the copper division. How he died fighting three druids (heat metal, a bad spell for a warforged). Brynjar is very very interested, saying he has 'heard the stories' or 'rumours' about being revitalized and about how warforged are made. Oranje avoids some of the questions not so skillfully but explains a few things.
 
 
After the hut disappearing, we decided to wait out the blizzard in the cave. None of us feel like going back into that storm. We continued talking for quite a while. I also sat apart for a bit, well as apart as we can with the earth elementals following us around, to think about my letter again. After half an hour or so, I decided to ask Brynjar for some help, he also said he did not have too much contact with his family, but is trying to reconnect, maybe he has some tips. His best advice was: send the message to the person with who you have the best relationship, start with them and relink your connections via them. I think I can send a message to either person in my family, but I am just not sure what to say. I have seen and learned and done so much these past few months, that I feel like any letter or message would fall short. I miss them, but I also do not, but mostly because I do not have time to miss them. Anyway. I will try again with the tips from Brynjar.
 
 
It has been three hours, the storm seems to be calming down! Disappeared like magic.... interesting.
 
 
Now that the wind had calmed down, and the snow had stopped falling, walking outside was way more pleasant. Well, pleasant is a strong word, but it was doable the least. Especially compared to the morning. Not too much later we found the place we are at now, a cave behind a waterfall! Brynjar had spotted it via Odin while we were walking over a large icy plane. Investigating the place revealed an alcove behind the frozen waterfall. I just identified an arcane focus I think, it is like a magical pipe. AND, I am not excited at all, a magical robe! It seems to protect you like armour, but without being unnecessarily heavy! It feels bad to take it though, as it came from a lady that stood here, fully frozen to death. From a letter we found, it seems she was walking down the Path of High Hopes, but sadly, her journey ended here. This elven lady had quite a setup here. A small table, a kitchen like setup and a lot of strange magical components.
 
Out of respect, we buried her just outside this cavern, to give her a proper resting place.
 
We decided to sleep here, all tired from the morning. I am now keeping watch with Oranje, he in thought for a bit so I am writing. Following the find of the magical artefacts, we talked a bit about arcane focusses, and what we all use. I showed Brynjar my tattoo, and he showed me a kind of cog surrounded by six others. I do not quite know or remember what it is a sign for, but I thought it was quite an old god of law and order. But it could be that I am remembering it wrongly.
 
 
Okay, Oranje walked out not too long ago. I decided to let Mina follow him as stealthily as possible. What I saw. My stomach is still turning. He actually went up to the grave he made for the lady we found here, dug her up and used her body for a ritual! He basically ripped open the body of the poor lady and started chanting in infernal or something, drawing the octagon again. I could not get out of the hut, but by Selûne would I have wanted to do that. However, it seemed like the ritual failed or hurt him in some way, for when he returned he could not speak coherently, just brabbling. He walked like he had spent too much time in the tavern and looked hurt. When he sat down he instantly went off. I put an alarm around him for now and we will see who of the two wakes up tomorrow. I am going to finish my watch and sleep.