A bit of family history

Picking up from my last entry, I thought it made sense to organize my thoughts a bit on my family's connection to the violet furred Firbolg the Matron's Sorrow hags seem to be so keen on finding. The connection I believe exists at any rate. I shouldn't put the dog before the cart I suppose and I should do what limited digging into this I can do here in Platinum's Rest but my gut tells me I'm right about this and I trust it as far as that goes. Regardless it will still help me to get my thoughts down on paper as I was alive for none of this and only know accounts of what occurred from my family. It is also important to note that of the surviving participants in these events that I have had the good fortune to know in person, one of them (my grandfather Bailywhixx I) did suffer dementia-like symptoms secondary to a curse which had grown quite acute by the time I knew him. While he had his good days and his bad ones, it was not always immediately apparent which was which. I will attempt to indicate anytime I'm recounting/recalling events that I only had my grandfather's direct account for. All else can be assumed to have been corroborated by other surviving friends and relations of my grandparent's generation. It should also be noted that your humble chronicler and faithful companion Jarvyxx are both enjoying not their first absinthe of the evening as they write these words.
 
This all would have occurred close to 500 years ago. Great Grandfather would have been only a little way into his second century as the newly minted Lord Felsprocket and my grandparent's generation would have all been grown and plying the family trade in their respective ways as well. (Having made the strategic error of allowing myself to do ill-advised intoxicated arithmetic in the back of my mind I have just realized that my great uncle Ambroze wouldn't have been that much older than I am now when this all occurred.) Uncle Howlynz (an entry unto himself one day I'm sure) would still have been with the family as well. The Blightwood itself would have been a considerably wilder place at the time though things had been steadily improving for about 100 years which, ironically, is very likely the only reason that the family was even made aware of the Shadar-Kai's presence in the first place.
 
According to my grandfather, and both of his surviving brothers and sister-in-law agreed, that owlin bard from the University not gone missing, the whole affair might have slipped past our notice. Until the Plane Wardens got involved at least. Not surprisingly, the Blightwood is a place of great interest to those that study the supernatural, the habits of monsters and folklore, particularly that of a ghostly bent. Prior to the Crown raising House Felsprocket to monitor the region for the safety of its denizens, however, it had always been unsafe to do so for a variety of reasons some more obvious than others. If I'm remembering correctly a bard from the Capitol (an owlin by the name of Kelox but I need to confirm the name if I can) was conducting an academic study of some of the Blightwood's more well-known specters. He was able to make it to some of the deeper, more rural and secluded parts of the Wood without incident. Regrettably a late autumn sleet storm caused him to request hospitality from the, thankfully now extinct, House Malbryar and he was never seen or heard from again. The Malbryar's would be one of those less obvious Blightwood horrors I mentioned. One of the "Bad Old Families" as the older generations in the region will periodically still refer to them as. The Coggswattles, the Malbryars, the Knocktellers, etc. There were only a few of them but they’d all enjoyed the lack of an overseeing presence in the region as it allowed them to get away with a wide assortment of horrible things without fear of consequence. Suffice to say, their reaction to the coming of House Felsprocket was….less positive than most of the other denizens of the Wood’s was. Long story short, despite House Malbryar preferring it were not the case, the end result was that they suddenly had caught the notice of my family which revealed a slew of interesting things the Malbryar’s would have rather had left buried. The biggest of these being that the whole family were werepanthers under the sway of a Shadar-Kai druid who had set up shop in one of the more remote regions of the Blightwood. Given that he was attempting to manufacture Sanguine Mortalis for the benefit of another unnamed Shadar-Kai it’s not surprising that he wanted to remain hidden.
 
The details of the conflict between my house and the Malbryars/the druid aren’t terribly pertinent so I won’t try to go into them here. The situation was resolved after the Plan Wardens became involved and the aforementioned violet furred Firbolg representing a secret society whose name was unable to be documented for mystical reasons. Evidently he’d apprehended the Shadar-Kai druid’s partner and offered to take our problem off of our realm’s hands as well. All parties involved (save the druid probably) saw this as a win-win and that was that. I believe this violet firbolg to be the same one the banderhobbs are trying to sniff out and likely the only person in that region keeping order as evidenced by the heightened hag activity without response. I think it likely he is either deceased or incapacitated and the hags (or the beings controlling them at any rate) suspect this and are testing their limits. How to confirm all of this is the issue. I should check to see if the Plan Wardens have an outpost here in Platinum’s Rest. Their records might be more complete than my drunken memory.