Mysteries of the Amberwoad Vale

Ariana's Journal

Under Siege

It is a long cold night of waiting. I have done what I can for the soldiers who have fallen ill, but their malady is magical in nature and I can only temporarily alleviate the symptoms; Robin and his faith in Tyr will be the one to win this battle. Lee and a ranger we met, Lilli, have been hard at work with the commander readying the fort for siege. Rauk is somewhere to the north, hopefully hurrying his way back with aid.

The elves have given us a two-hour ultimatum before they attack. You might think it kind of them to give us time to finalize our plans, but I fear all they’ve done is given the commander and his guards two hours to brood and doubt their ability to hold Peak’s Cleft. It doesn’t help that we can see just how massive their force is by the campfires burning in the forest, nor that their taunting voices are carried on the stormwinds conjured up by our druid friends to hinder their efforts.

So build the wall and build it strong
‘Cause we’ll be there before too long

I’ll admit, the effect is rather terrifying. And I don’t know if we can survive this. I just know that we must. The ancient evil that slumbers under Two Rivers cannot be awakened. This is why we were called by Ishkur, by Tyr, and even by the Triple Goddess, whether we want to admit the gods’ involvement in our lives or not. I pray to Ishkur that he lend me the strength to help these people last the night, and that I use what power is granted me wisely. Fair winds to Rauk to speed him on his way. And may we heed the words of my old swordmaster, Giliam Lishang:

We must be swift as the coursing river
With all the force of a great typhoon
With all the strength of a raging fire
Mysterious as the dark side of the moon


Indeed may we heed those wise words.

Ariana's Journal
Xphile Shaldis

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