(Written by CodyHall )
(An excerpt from the journal of Mage-Knight Ferion, Heir to Beckinsire, dated Third Waescdaeg of Falmonan, 499 IR)
I arrived at the keep in the evening with the help of Trein. Once shown to my private quarters, Fallion revealed that he had disguised himself as a hireling and planned on staying with me in my adventures, though he did not know what they were. When I asked if the church would be angry with him, Fallion responded that his duty was to Eostre, and not the church. I turned my attention to unpacking my things, while Fallion made a FANTASTIC first impression by convincing Trein and an uneducated drunkard named Aho to a strength and drinking contest. I had no intention of watching these fools make idiots out of themselves, plus I had more important things to do.
I had noticed a strange blue elf in one of the towers, and instantly knew that he was a Frostborn. I had only read about these strange creatures, and had to find out more. He let my inside his tower, and I learned his name was Chillhollow. He told me all about his upbringing and beliefs and parents and… I can already tell there is much information I can learn from him and his travels. I feel sorry for his hardships, and I want to prove to him that my family is different, and possibly convince him to ally himself and his brethren with my father. If I can learn more of these Frostborn and their connection with ice, I may learn the secrets of this mysterious cold energy.
When I returned to the dining hall, I found that my idiot brother had conjured a dozen barrels of ale, and many of the men and dwarves had passed out. Begrow had admitted to putting and end to the debauchery with a fatigue spell. I’m glad at least one morally driven man exists in this keep. I’m even more glad that he’s part of my father’s council.
Once the mercenaries came to, an argument arose about how to deal with the rumored Orcish camps. Some of the less educated felt that we should attack the Orcs head on, while us true leaders decided we should increase our scouting, and deal with the situation once we have a clearer understanding of the enemy.
Trein took it upon himself to leave and find the Orcs himself, and he took five other men with him. He continued into the wilderness even after I commanded him to stay, and when he returned one of the men was dead. I learned that the man’s name was Bjorn, and that the party had killed a Griffin. I know that Griffins are territorial, and that fighting one was not necessary. I then learned that Trein had taken feathers from the dead Griffin, and was planning on burying them with Bjorn. Needless to say, Fallion and I did not attend the funeral, and instead paid our respects to Bjorn’s family in private. I understand that Trein was following his beliefs, but he had no right to go off into the woods after been commanded not too. The fact that his actions led to the death of a man only hurts the situation. Although he and I have been friends since childhood, I feel he cannot be forgiven for this. Perhaps the ale he drank was still in his system… Regardless, Fallion and I need to go out tomorrow and give the Griffin a proper ceremony. It will be a day or so before we meet the Mighty Storm, and I feel that he will appreciate my efforts more than the others.