First Entry

2 Days before 2nd Scaling Challenge
685 Platinum’s Rest
 
It’s funny as I sit here actually trying to put quill to paper the only thing that really pops into my head to note is the fact that I’ve little to no experience with keeping a journal and I’m honestly, not entirely sure what’s prompting me to do so now. I’m sure it’s at least partially due to my finally getting to a place where I’m able to read father’s old journals. Though if memory serves I recall him writing frantically, (well, as close to frantically as my father was physically capable of being) as though he wanted to be sure to get his every thought down on paper lest he lose it forever whereas I sit here quite literally babbling non-verbally.
 
The past few days have seemed like a bit of a blur to be honest. It seemed as though we were collectively trying to make up our minds as to what our next move would be then suddenly its “Oh, you’re in the Scaling be sure to bring what you think you’ll need RIGHT NOW”. Make no mistake, the honor I’ve been granted even being permitted to participate is in no way lost on me. I’m also happy to help both my dragon friends as well as my dragon adjacent friends. I’m still trying to wrap my head around how anyone looked at me and thought “Oooh definitely Gold Dragon” but here we are. Sometimes I feel that as long as I manage to be even half the gnome that some people seem to think I am, I’ll have done alright in life. Of course on the other hand the timing of this whole thing couldn’t have been worse. As much as I’d love to focus the whole of my attention on this, the second trial at hand, there’s a part of my mind that is still quite determined to remind me incessantly that there’s still a complete stranger currently at Bane Hill under the influence of an Oddspring. I do try to remind myself that he’s also in arguably the safest place in the galaxy TO be under the influence of such a thing and is surrounded by a team of highly competent people who’ve dealt with Hyroptimus’ accursed books before. I just need to get through this then I can get back to focusing on the other (and the slew of other things I and the rest of UH have on our plates at the moment). I’d be lying if I said I wasn’t somewhat nervous at the prospect of UH coming to the Hill. It’s long past time my blood kin and extended family met but it’s still two very different aspects of my life coming together. It should be interesting if nothing else.
 
I’ve now come across several separate references to a violent furred firbolg that these Matron’s Sorrow hags seem to have their banderhobbs out looking for. It’s an unusual enough physical detail that when you couple it with the age he’d be now it can’t be a coincidence. This firbolg they’re looking for has to be the one that took custody of that Shadar-kai druid from my great grandfather all those years ago. That’s either very lucky of very bad and I honestly can’t decide which just yet.