Greetings Friends,
You may not have heard, but on the 25th of Mirtul, a flight of dragons attacked the Monastery. For the most part we are safe, having fled into the tunnels built into the mountain itself. The lead dragon, a fire dragon bigger than I've ever seen keeps asking about something called the Dracorage Scroll.
Grandmaster Cantoule explained the Dracorage to us. Thousands of years ago, before the Reign of Giants and Elven Crown Wars, Faerûn lived in the Time of the Dragons, an age when dragons ruled with impunity over all the lesser races (“meat”). The elves in particular chafed under the yoke of the dragons and sought a way to free themselves from their oppression. After years of secret research in the frozen north of Faerûn and extensive debate about the costs and risks, the elves weaved the Dracorage mythal, a permanent crafting of elven high magic and one of the most powerful spells ever woven into the Weave. Thirty-one Elven Archmagi sacrificed their lives in the casting of this mythal.
The Dracorage mythal caused all dragons and dragon-kin to become reckless and run amok across their lands, slaughtering their young and vassals, and destroying all in their wake, but it also gave the Fair Folk the opportunity to break free of dragon rule, marking the denouement of the Reign of Dragons.
As a result of this ancient curse, dragons have periodically gone berserk, rampaging across the Realms. Like some sort of disease, the so-called Dracorage (sometimes known as the Dragon Rage or simply the Rage) lays dormant, erupting forth every several decades or even few centuries—an event seemingly associated with the reappearance of the King-Killer Star.
The first barrage was insane. The whole mountain shook and walls crumbled. The monks had carts for us to pile books and precious belongings from the above ground rooms and move them to the deeper levels. Say what you want about the below ground areas, but 5-foot-wide passages aren't dragon territory. We lost some stuff, but the monks assured us that most of the valuable documents were out of harm's way. Gazlowe's going stir crazy. If he bothers one more monk, we may get thrown to the dragons.
We met Kane, companion to King Dragonsbane, and one of the party that defeated Orcus. He took out two dragons single-handedly to get into the Monastery. His calming presence has done well for the monks. They say that he was offered Grandmaster, but chose to pass it to Grandmaster Cantoule. There are whispers that Kane is preparing to leave us here, but I think Kane and the Grandmaster may be planning something, like maybe having Kane take the scroll.
As far as the investigation goes, the monks say they are about half-way done combing over the evidence, and it looks like we suspected, Theodorus is a fake. Aelhearn is taking this well. He and I have spent a lot of time talking. Except for thinking Jinx is a crazy person, we see eye-to-eye on a lot of issues. I wonder what I would have believed if I were raised in the capital where Theodorus' propaganda machine runs the place. He realizes that he was misled, and the three of us are starting to plan our next steps. If we get out of here alive. I hope that half-orc is holding his own filling my place in the Seven, it may be a while before I return.
Ser Buckthorn BeyWinn
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