If people would ask, information would be given. However, I cannot abide by teaching incorrect or outdated knowledge.
Truly, I had affairs of my own to attend to upon my return from the Faewild. An arm to regrow, a lovely lady to aclimate to life in Waterdeep on the Material Plane, and potentially a contract to renegotiate. My completion of only two of those tasks notwithsanding.
I’ve taught Clord the Goblin alphabet and spent much time talking about Nem and the things Nem told me. Seafaring goblins, what a concept.
Yet to be done: coordinate the casters in the library to teach this child how to properly use magic
I guess it was kind of inevitable but I still wasn’t expecting it because how could I, really, as someone who knows so much about magic but still can’t actually harness it myself I didn’t realize that, in making another being through magic, I would be creating a magical being.
Bea summoned a familiar. Just by watching Luna changing Smooch’s form.
It’s a tressym, a young one at that. I’m not worried about either Bea or Bookribbon, I’ve seen how Bea interacts with Smooch they’ll both be fine. Mostly I’m worried about how to train them in magic.
I don’t know what their capacity is (I don’t know if they know either; it’s not something I thought to measure to give them the tools to measure!) and I don’t know how to safely find out but I can’t imagine it’s too high considering that magic is their life force and I’m not sure how it recharges.
Watching them play with Bookribbon and mess around with their voice and make little Thaumaturgy tricks just gives them so much excitement. I wish I could share it with them, but somehow… I still know what it feels like.
It’s been slow lately. It’s nice. It’s summertime, bright and hot and I like walking down to the beach and standing in the waves or going out to the market. I know it can’t stay this way forever, but at least for this summer, we can have some peace.
I had my birthday party in the Yawning Portal, because that’s the kind of person I am now. 21. I had a few, but Luna is such a lightweight, I swear. She had one and that was more than enough. We were there with Sig and Eth and sat with Yagra (I beat her at arm wrestling). Her boss, the leader of the Zhents, talked to us even though Eth kept trying to kick him. She’s a feral little thing.
He told us about some serial killer on the loose, after elves and half-elves in the Dock Ward. We said we’d get on it. Luna, ever the pragmatist even while absolutely smashed, managed to negotiate a pay of 50gp per library staff. I said we’d get to it the next day.
(Luna’s present to me was a night away from the library, in Warm Beds. I invited her to join me. She’s got a lot of stories to tell, and we swapped tales late into the night.)
The next day, Eth brought some guardsman into the library to show him the Faerift. Luna and I shut it down and Eth ended up taking him into Goblinfox cave. Apparently she was looking for that boy who was on Nemmish with her and Simon. Clord told her that he’d left months ago, don’t know why his brother was still looking.
Later that day, we were investigating the serial killer buisness. Luna ended up getting Fort Grey’s help for the next floor, which will be fantastic. She also talked to the next victim and we had to send Smooch hunting to track them down. Found Eth and the guy she was looking for too, helping our drunken friend home. The killer found the three of them before we did. Eth held him off and we got there to finish the deed, when WHO SHOWS UP but THAT RED BASTARD. I knew there was something sketchy about him from the moment he kept trying to get into the library.
He talks like someone who thinks nothing of backing it up. There was a hard moment where I nearly considered the last fireball, but... that guy seems like he wouldn’t go down so easily. I shot his friend unconscious and he... teleported the two of them away.
Luna told Fort Grey about it. I’m looking into protective wards for the library. I don’t like that guy and I know it’s not the last we’ll see of him.
...
I keep hearing Mino’s warning and I can’t stand not knowing what’s down there, but I also can’t bear to send people down and not see them come back alive, or at all.
Luna, Sayya, Simon and Lance, David, Anthony, Sig, Hiss, Matilda... they’re too dear to lose. Eth just woke out of a coma and Clord isn’t letting her descend yet, but she’d be in danger if she went down there. Bluevolt, too. They’re just barely three months old now and already vividly capable but if they died down there, I don’t think I could ever forgive myself. I understand Tamworth.
