From the private documents of Dlvayth Mournwyn:
My grandson has left Olath’delmah, bound for a life on the surface. Eventually, his path takes him to Navanaith, to embroil him in what passes for politics there. Our surface cousins will not treat him kindly, I am certain, and to those of our kind who dwell in the sunlit lands, he will be simply one more tool. I have done what I can over the years to insure that this particular tool proves every bit as dangerous to those who would misuse it, as it is to their enemies. Now, it is up to him.
I cannot help but watch from afar for a bit longer, though. My scrying is subtle enough to go undetected thus far, and I will have to give up even this once he reaches the surface. My own machinations here at home can only go so far without me returning more of my attentions to them. Until then, however, I watch, and record. As always, I have warded these pages so that only I may read them. Should any hand but mine touch them, these papers will immolate. The perpetrator’s hand will blacken, and he will be marked to my eyes, so that I might know him and wreak further justice upon him. Or her, as is likely the case in our society.
So… My grandson.
Quarsith and Talars’argt, his guardian and constant companion, took their time with their preparations. They spent about a week gathering up what supplies they might need, and paying their respects to those they left behind. I met with Quarsith myself, though I will not record that meeting here. Suffice it to say that our farewells were cordial. During the week, he met with his step-sister, Syrinyae, as well as visiting the temple of Damion one last time. Both of these meetings were warded against eavesdropping, both magical and mundane, and thus what occurred there is unknown to me. The temple meeting does not bother me. It is right and proper for a young priest to visit the head of his order before undertaking a long journey. But Syrinyae… That one schemes like a Firaliesti Lady twice her age, and what was said between she and Quarsith away from prying ears concerns me somewhat. Perhaps I have left her alone for too long…or perhaps an accord can be reached between she and I for information. Ah, well…rumination for another time.
Their preparations complete, Quarsith and Talars’argt left the confines of Olath’delmah and journeyed down the tunnels that would lead them, eventually, to the surface. The first week of their travels passed uneventfully, and Quarsith passed the time by crafting poisons for his guardian to use. It was a way to make idle moments go quicker, but it was a pastime that would prove prescient when they did encounter trouble.
On the seventh day after leaving the city, the pair came to a section of cavern that was noticeably colder than what they had been traveling through. Proceeding cautiously, they reached a forking tunnel. Deciding to take the right-hand tunnel, they had only gone a short way when they both noticed a section of the cavern floor which had been weakened. Each tied the end of a rope about their waist, and Quarsith leapt safely over the weakened section. Talars’argt followed after, also arriving safely. His heavier armor shortened his jump just enough, however, for his heel to catch the weakened floor, causing it to crumble and crash into a spike-lined pit.
While the two were still recovering from Talars’argt’s near fall, small crossbow bolts shot out from the nearby wall. While Talars’argt searched for the secret door he knew had to be there, two white-scaled kobolds appeared in the tunnels to either side of them. Quarsith took one out of the fight with a well aimed web bolt, before concentrating his spells on the other. That one was dispatched in less than a minute. Meanwhile, Talars’argt had found the secret door, kicking it in and slaying a third kobold on the other side. The creature Quarsith had webbed broke free, and quickly fled. Searching the chamber beyond the hidden doorway, the two determined that they had stumbled upon the kobold’s home. They also found, among other treasures, a map of the surrounding caverns that showed further dangers ahead.
Seeing no real gain in slaughtering the remaining kobolds, but not wishing to be attacked from behind, the pair negotiated safe passage with the leader of the white-scaled band before traveling on. One of the warriors followed them at a safe distance to ensure there was no trickery on the Firaliesti’s part. A little further on, the two came to a side cavern that radiated even more cold. From this cavern burst a pair of ghouls, one of which charged. Talars’argt quickly placed himself between Quarsith and the creature, taking the brunt of the attack. The ghouls hit and faded back a bit, attempting to lure the two elves deeper into their cavern, but Talars’argt would not be moved. As he slew the second ghoul, a third charged out of the darkness, but it too was quickly dispatched. Only when safety returned did Quarsith and his guardian enter the chilly cave. The walls were spotted with brown mold, which explained the icy air in this cavern especially. Finding three skeletons, presumably Firaliesti lost some time ago, they gathered together what gear and treasure they found and continued on their journey.
In short order, Quarsith and Talars’argt arrived at a lake. Ice floes floated over the surface, nudging against rocky islands dotting the lake. Wood planking bridges from island to island indicated that at some point, at least, this region saw use as a byway. As they moved toward one of the bridges, movement drew their attention. A large ice troll rose from where it rested, lumbering toward them. Quarsith levitated the bridge out of reach, and they peppered the troll with crossbow bolts. As it got closer, Quarsith enlarged Talars’argt. Across a stream of icy water, the warrior and the troll exchanged blows. As Talars’argt’s sword sliced into the troll’s flesh, the poison coating the blade took effect. The troll staggered and fell unconscious. Talars’argt stepped forward, hacking the troll to bits. While Quarsith took inventory of the treasure found in the creature’s lair, Talars’argt lit the pieces of troll on fire, let them burn, and tossed the scorched pieces throughout the lake. The two moved on and soon enough left the cold caverns behind them.
The rest of their journey to the surface proved uneventful. Even now, they move to higher tunnels. In the next day or two, they will reach the sunlit lands and my scrutiny of them will end. I have faith now that my grandson is well equipped to deal with whatever comes, and that his guardian will do everything in his power to keep his charge safe from harm. My agents in Navanaith will tell me when he arrives there. Until then, his life is his own.
With the troll and the ghouls gone, the white-scaled kobolds now control that entire stretch of tunnels. They are far enough away, and a small enough group currently, that I have no concern for our city’s security. And even were that not true, they are only kobolds, and easily dealt with. However… The brown mold in the area might be useful in any number of arcane experiments. And having a friendly tribe guarding our borders is never a bad thing. The actions of Quarsith and Talars’argt have fostered a certain amount of good will with these particular kobolds. Perhaps I should pay them a visit, and further that good will in the name of House Mournwyn. Something to think on, at any rate. For now, the hour is late, and my bedchamber calls.