Dear diary,
Anaya’s threat made dealing with her a more urgent matter than we would have liked. Our two biggest worries about her talk with Luke were the foxant, as she would still need its egg for her ritual, and the Heart of Air. She had claimed to have retrieved it, which would have spelled disaster for the floating fortress and the giants. A quick sending to the foxant revealed the worst already. The creature was dead and its egg taken.
This of course increased our worry for the Heart of Air, so Luke cast a Legend Lore on the item, which revealed it was still in its location. Had Anaya lied about taking it? If so then I feared she wanted us to get it. Force our hand so to speak. And of course that would be exactly what we would do. A sending was done to the giants to announce our arrival. The reply relieved some worry in our hearts. The fortress was safe for us to come through. Luke teleported us to the teleportation room, where we were greeted by Ven.
Alistan inquired about Anaya’s claim of having taken the heart, but Ven assured us that nothing of the kind had happened. She then led us to Vespera, the leader of the fortress. We were greeted warmly, though with a hint of caution. Vespera thinks that we are there to gain control of the Heart of Air, but seeing there is a looming threat, they are willing to negotiate. They would need to land the fortress, seeing as they would lose control over it otherwise. Aside from that they require us to perform the ritual inside the fortress, so we do not need to remove the Heart of Air. All of this is of course acceptable.
Luke asked to inspect the Heart of Air, to see if everything was alright. I cast a non-detection spell on my brother so Anaya wouldn’t be able to scry the location. Call me overtly cautious, but I know what spellcasters are capable of and it would be unfortunate if she would simply be able to teleport into the room due to unnecessary risks on our part. After confirming all is in order, Luke rejoined us in the meeting.
Seeing as we need to do the ritual on board the fortress, we negotiated that they could land it near Tarn. We’ll be staying on board until we reach our destination, just to be sure. As we made ourselves comfortable, we pondered on how to deal with Anaya. In the end the best idea was to perform a fake ritual to draw her out, and then, hopefully, capture her. I suggested against informing Myrddin about this. I still don’t trust him to be on our side, but I seem to be the only one with reservations about what that is concerned.
The flight across the Lore wood to Tarn took the better part of three days. Anaya did not show up. I guess she won’t until we are exhausted, or fighting. Not while we’re on guard. I took the time to deal with another pressing matter. Inkheart. I had devised a plan to get her to release the cursed thorns from Liliana and Luke. Now I just needed her to agree to it. Luckily I have ways of talking to her. I cast a dream spell and transported myself into her dreams and shared my plan. I would turn her to stone, ending the need for her to feed, until the moment I could come up with a better plan. At that point I would release her again.
Of course this required an immense amount of trust from someone who I had not exactly been on friendly footing with. So in return she asked for me to show a sign of trust. In return for accepting my conditions, she asked me to tell her everything I know about Keralon, High King Ulther, and the feywild. A tall order which I need to think about.
The morning to the tenth, we arrived back in Tarn, and Vespera landed the fortress, burying it into the ground near the town. This of course drew a massive crowd. It is not every day that you land a giant flying mountain somewhere. Among them was Myrddin, who looked impressed. When we greeted him, he announced that he had a possible solution on how to deal with Ulther. Much sooner than expected I must admit.
We headed back to his cottage where he revealed his plan. He had done some research into what Ulther had been up to, and doing so from the point of view of the feywild. According to Myrddin, Luther had taken the King’s pledge, binding his essence to his kingdom. It would explain why both the Neverhold and the King have this massive scar. By doing so he hopes to become an archfey, simply by conquering the feywild. This also meant that if we weakened the Neverhold, it would weaken Ulther. Our best option as such would be to destroy his powerbase in the feywild.
And a good start for that would be to restore the kingdom of Immerglade. The last island of the ancient fey kingdom had never been conquered, because there is still an heir to that throne. And as long as there is an heir, Immerglade cannot be destroyed. I glanced over at Gael. He was the only other person in the room who that heir was, but his lips remained tight. Good, no need to divulge that information just yet. To also protect Tarn, Myrddin suggests using an altered version of Ulther’s ritual to transport Tarn into the feywild, and more specifically, into the Immerglade. Temporarily of course.
We looked at one another and nodded. It was an acceptable plan, and one with likely more success than trying to fight Keralon. The others then informed Myrddin about our plan to capture Anaya. He simply shook his head and said it would be all but impossible to do so. For a moment there was doubt whether we should attempt it at all but in the end we agreed we should still try.
Seeing as we would need all of us at our peak if we wanted to succeed, I informed them of my plan for Inkheart. And that I had agreed to share information with her in return. There were a few glances back and forth but no-one objected. Luke teleported us into the throneroom of Rosebloom, where the hag was waiting for us. I sent the rest outside as I sat down with Eileen Inkheart and told her all I knew about Keralon, king Ulther and the feywild. I omitted some details. Like what I knew of the Immerglade and such, but she didn’t seem to notice. What I noticed however, was that when I mentioned Vincent and his mask, there was a subtle twinkle in her eyes. She knows more about this than she lets on. I did not press the issue however.
When I had finished with my story she stood up. I once again promised to restore her when I had found a better solution, and she promised in return that if I didn’t, she would eventually get free, and then she would bring my soul back to haunt and torture me for a very long time. I just smiled. I have every intention to keep my promise, and If I for some reason don’t, then she would have every right to take revenge. She turned herself into a toad and I turned her to stone. A different kind of timeless prison. As soon as my spell was complete, the cursed thorns in Liliana and Luke pushed out of their veins and wilted away. One problem solved.
That evening, as Liliana had already gone to bed, I wrote several messages. Instructions that would go to people I trusted, to fulfil my promise in that case I wouldn’t be able to. Fiachna, the Morenthene, Rachnar, Zem, Saphira, and surprisingly…Myrddin. He is on the side of the fey after all.