Dear diary,
A few days have passed since we managed to gain the wish from the genie, and in that time I returned the Heart of Primal Water to Luke, so he can bind to it. We still need to gather the Heart of Primal Air from the giants, but that way he at least has three already. Luke turned out to be a popular boy during those three days, as he also got a visit from Amarra. We had sent a message to her to inform her of our success, and that there would be no need to create the magical item to attune to four items. She promptly appeared in Luke’s home, with questions. Namely why we had disregarded her plan with the foxant. So Luke explained what we had done. Somehow not sticking to Amarra’s plans would be the theme of the coming days.
She also asked why Luke didn’t simply use the power he now possessed to close the barrier between the feywild and our world, and thus ending all our problems. Questioning our decision to restore the barrier to what it had been before instead. I must admit I also have my doubts. Certainly closing the barrier would have some not so fun consequences for some of our friends, but it would be a foolproof way of ending this conflict once and for all. But we’ve chosen to drag it out so there we are. Amarra was not too happy with the decision, but in the end she left it in our hands.
Before leaving she promised to look into helping us free the knights from Keralon, while we prepare and alter the ritual. At the moment it is really only designed to close the barrier, not to restore it. So we will need some time for that. But what do we do in the meanwhile? We definitely need more allies if we are going to take on Keralon. I suggested going back to Latebra Velora to strengthen our bond with them, and possibly ask for aid. Alistan suggested that we take Feyris to the cave of archdruid Myrdin, and see if our hunch that he is connected to it is real.
Getting to the cave was not a problem seeing as my darling brother is becoming quite the accomplished wizard. Him knowledge of teleportation magic certainly comes in handy, especially seeing as Tarn lacks the finer pastries, cheeses and wines of the big city.
Gael checked for any recent tracks around the entrance of the cave and discovered that a single person, wearing footwear not meant for the outdoors, had been here a few days ago. Further investigation revealed some scattered runes around the cave entrance, a magical trap had been activated. We cautiously headed into the cavern, and where last time we had been greeted by the guardian naga, this time around it did not appear. Feyris, looking around, commented that he had seen the cave before, though he couldn’t recall having been there.
As we moved deeper into the darkness of the cavern, we came across the telltale signs of a fight. Burn marks on the floor and walls, scratches in the stone. Before long we stumbled across the remains of the guardian naga. Whomever had come through here, had come through with powerful magic and the intent of not being stopped. When Alistan called out to see if anyone was still there, one of the guardian statues animated and stepped forward. And if you think things hadn’t been spiraling out of our control by then, you would be mistaken.
As soon as it stepped forward, it looked at Feyris and sank to one knee.
“Forgive us lord Myrrdin, Lady Annaya returned, and she has taken everything. We have failed you.”
And that confirmed our suspicions. Feyris was Myrrdin. We looked at the man who had lost his memory so long ago. He looked like he would faint, or be sick. Stumbling back and steading himself against the cavern wall. For a moment he looked like he would be alright, but then a shockwave of psychic energy ripped from him, rippling through the cavern. Gone was Feyris. Sure, the man standing there looked the same, but change in stance, the change in his eyes, his voice. This was Myrrdin. And he remembered everything.
On the bright side this meant that we didn’t have to explain the peril we were in. On the downside, Myrrdin heavily sides with the fey, and always has. He assured us that he would like to help us, but a part of me feared that we had simply unleashed another obstacle in our quest. Another enemy to deal with.
I contemplated this as we went through the cavern, in search for more information, or anything helpful. Annaya’s room had been mostly destroyed, and what was left were mainly books with regards to elemental magic. Myrrdin’s room was more promising, containing many volumes regarding the feywild. I stuffed a few that talked about the four primordial spirits into my pack. There is still a lot of knowledge failing regarding these creatures and I hope to learn more about Sister Willow from these.
When I exited the cavern with my newfound books, Alistan, Liliana and Ileas had busied themselves with burying the naga. I was about to lend my help as another figure emerged from the woods. Amara. Or should I say, Anaya. I had my suspicions for a while now, and this simply confirmed it. She looked displeased and wanted to speak to us. Myrrdin was obviously less than pleased to see her either. She ignored him for a moment and told us that we had a choice to make, as she doesn’t want Luke to work with Myrrdin. Essentially forcing us to choose between the two.
As we contemplated the situation, a heated argument broke out between the two mythical enemies. Before it could come to blows however, Alistan and Liliana interfered. But the choice remained, do we stick with Anaya? Or do we get the help from Myrrdin. Personally I was inclined to stick with Anaya. She had proven to be a very reliable ally up to this point, and already had a plan in place. On the other side we had Myrrdin who might not even be fully on our side, and had no plan.
Alas I cannot make these decisions by myself. Both Gael and Ileas were unsurprisingly on Myrrdin’s side, while both Luke and I tended more to Anaya, each for our own reasons. In the end it was me who broke the deadlock, just not in the way I had intended. I offered the solution that Myrrdin would have a month to come up with an alternate plan. If he couldn’t, we would continue with Anaya’s plan. It sounded like a solid offer in my head and I saw the relief on my friends faces when I made the suggestion. But the hatred between the two spellcasters was bigger than I had anticipated. They simply refused to work together.
Anaya, her face twisted in anger and disappointment, declared that we shouldn’t count on her help or friendship anymore, and teleported away.
I know that grievances and hatred can run deep, but maybe I naïvely expected them to be able to get over it for a little bit and act like sensible adults. I guess Liliana is rubbing off on me.