Magellen’s Journal

August 1990

I’m home, Willow hasn’t even changed it all THAT much, well maybe she has, but it still feels like home. She even gave me my childhood bedroom. We’ve launched into a quiet routine. She remembered how to make my mother’s cookies. It was sweet of her to keep them on hand for me while I did my research.

The Scarlet Inn, Willow even named the inn after my mother’s little side project The Scarlet Sash. Willow hasn’t changed since she used to babysit me as a child. I guess that’s an advantage or maybe a disadvantage of being an elf. I come home as an adult at 57 years old and she hasn’t changed from her young demeanor.

I’ll be heading out again soon. I’ve been compiling all of my father’s and grandfather’s important items. I’ve been keeping the expensive pieces in a portable hole like a rag under my bed. I would like to display them but I don’t quite trust the new Lord that has taken over the town. When I get back to the capitol, I will have a talk with the King and find out the Lord’s backstory and how he came to own my old town and birthplace.

My old adventuring buddy, Mysis, came to visit, he has a son now, Richter. Mysis has decided to take up an honest job of leading a merchant caravan, which seems to have given him access to much needed spell components out to the tiny village of “Lockwood”, well, much needed by me.

After placing a few orders and catching up on some old times, Mysis finally got around to what he really came for. To pay his respects for Roseen. I’m not sure exactly what he said, as I was trying to think back, I guess I haven’t seen him for about 17 years. When Roseen found out she was pregnant, we left the adventuring life for a time, I guess that time grew long. Well that is fine, I have a better purpose now.

Finding my journal that I’m saving for the end, I reread my letter to Roseen.

My Dearest Roseen,

How I wish you could have seen Jony grow up.  She was a beautiful girl and as pretty as her mother when she got older.  She had the smarts to become a great wizard, but I am positive my eagerness pushed her away from the craft and possibly our home. 

Winter has helped me understand the folly of my ways.  Like Xanathar always said “It doesn’t matter what you look like, as long as you are able to get done, what needs done.” I often wonder what happened to him. No, this letter isn’t about the past, this letter is about now.

I don’t think I have much time left above ground, I’m unclear who will take my soul in the end. I will compile all of my notes and maps in this volume for the ones who have been prophesied or sent to help.  Iris, our granddaughter, I wish you had been able to meet her too, will get all my family’s heirlooms if they can find her. It has been foretold that they can, it has not been foretold that I will be alive to see it.  

Jony was smart, she put an anti scrying spell on their family and have gotten rid of anything I know of to scry on.  But they will find her, they haven’t come to me yet, but they will, over the next few years I think, they will be found.

They will find our little girl or die trying, I’m sorry for everything I put you through and I hope that when I pass, we will meet again on another plane.

Yours Forever,

Mage

Mysis

Winter