Seline's Journal pg 6

I have met and fought with many creatures...some quite familiar and some almost totally grotesque..Vampires, those feared creatures of the night..walk boldly in the daylight...and some even have hearts of the purest light. Some of course are like the tales of nightmares..Golems abound here...and some are similar to the DragonTower. operated by living creatures, yet the difference is these creatures are imprisoned within those golem shells.. There is a tower...which I have made many attempts to reach to top of..filled with creatures..I have tried to speak with the head mage there..but every time I go there I am attacked..and have to defend myself or flee One of these days..I intend to speak with that mage...about the abuse of the weave his people are doing.. While practicing my teleport spell..I was visited again by Her...she presented me with a book...called the tome of the Seven Sisters..A holy book which is similar to one I had seen in Artur's study...but had never had a chance to read A gift..from Her..I was so ..surprised and honored, I could barely stand. we talked a bit..then after she left...I could withhold my excitement no longer...and read the book from cover to cover..Thoughts raced thru my mind..Is this an indicati - of what Our Lady wants from me? more than a guidience on the use of the weave itself? I have to think on this more...sword and spell have always been my life in Her honor...but...to get THIS from She I honor above all living..second to Our Lady herself... 

Seline's Journal pg 5

2nd of Uktar ...year unknown..(local) As of yet, I have been unable to discern the Yearly calender used...however, much has happened since last putting quill to parchment. I met with a holy man from the Church of Oghma, one Azarot.....decent fellow, he brought me to a place which had the mark of the Crescent Moon- The Harpers. A rather strange thing happened when I touched their Legendary Symbol...It was as Our Lady herself wanted me to do something with - or for them..for my hand glowed and I got all warm. Then he touched the symbol too....and the same happened to him, but apparently much stronger, for his feet gave out under him...he claimed that he had felt an overwhealming power in the touch. Not harmful..yet ... I thought, and mentioned to him that It might have been Our Lady's touch...that of the Weave itself...as he is used to working with it thru Oghma and not directly..I being more familiar with it..felt reassured We discussed what this might mean, but could not come to any firm opinion. Since that time I have met with a couple of the members of the Crescent Moon, who's names I hesitate to mention - for thier own safety One, however a Lady V...was very pleasent and I have met her twice since then. I came into posession of 4 items in my travels, gifts of one who claimed he found them...An earring, 2 cloaks and a pair of boots. Lady V said I could keep them..so I do, with honor. I spoke with her about the Old One. and If it was possible for me to meet with him to discuss the event with thier Mark...she said she would try to get that message to him I left a message with one of the Clerics at the Church of Mystra on the trail between Westbridge and New Thalos..with the idea of letting them know that one of Her's was here and to discuss why She might have brought me. Of all people to answer me from the Church...The one known as The Witchlady herself..my heroine, Never since before or after my making Commander have I been so honored. She presented me with One of Our Lady's Symbols from this plane/dimension and we discussed that this was a different dimension or plane from the one I came from..travel to it was very possible, but from it..she did not believe was possible At the very least, entry and exit would literally tear all skills from one...and the Weave is different. spells are handled differently also..and the wild magic is somewhat tamed. Many spells I knew of and used frequently do not seem to even exist here....and some I had not thought of such as the fire/ice and stormshields are rather common. That and a section of a totally unbelieveable land are also present here.

The Rescue

After making the promise to Zariel, Grognard and the newly created heucuva Borand began planning the rescue of Ilymar from the dark wizard Dalamar. The night was cold, the wind was feirce and the rain would have felt like rocks pelting them from the skys, had they been living creatures. Grognard leads them to the enterance of Dalamars laboratory, not protected against the members of the Dragons Hoard, now former members. Opening the doors to the laboratory, one of Dalamars scribes greets Grognard, then looks to Borand assumeing he is just another of Dalamars experiments. They take the stairs up to where Grognard usually meets with Dalamar, so they would not arise suspision among the scribes which inhabit the lower floors. As they climb the stairway, Grognard pushes against a part of the wall, the wall opens to reveal a passageway, leading downward into darkness. The passageway leads to the dungeon, several cells line the walls Borand rushes over to the cell which holds Ilymar, using his great strength he rips the cell bars from the thick stone foundation. Borand removes his armor and cloak tossing them to the floor, Grognard draws his sword, thrusting it through Borands pelvic bone and bringing it up cleaving Borand in half,

Repayment

Back against a large tree, Rhea kicks her legs out in front of her and crossed them at the ankles. The bark was rough and somewhat uncomfortable, but it was better than nothing and the large benches that scattered the city were ill-suited to her size. She shifted, looking for a more comfortable position, and longed momentarily for the smooth bolders and cold stone walls of her home. Her tan skin spoke of time in the sun, though really, she much preferred the shade and places underground. Stone had been her existence as a child and through much of her early adulthood; she'd left the safety of her home some years ago, but the old habits clung to her. The sun shone bright above her, but the tree's wide branches deflected most of it away from her, leaving her with a soft and comfortable light. As she trailed her fingers through the grass, they found the small tablet that sat beside her. It was a miniature chalk board and her most important possession. Without it, she was left only with the intricate - and uncommonly known - language of hand signals and signs she had learned. Or was she? She sat up slightly, picking up the tablet and turning it over in her hands. Not two days before she had met a man who had offered her a possible solution. Whether it would work was anyone's guess, but to even have such an offer... I have to do something for him, she thought, hands closing tighter on the tablet. She hopped to her feet, using the clip she's fashioned to hook her tablet onto her chainlink belt. I know exactly what to do, too. A smile turned up the edges of her lips and she hurried back to her inn room across town.

Seline's Journal pg 4

Artur dismissed the acolyte, then turned to me..."You sure you wish to do this...you know ..you may never be able to return? he asks Yes, Lord Artur.I answered.."Well, then....Of you.. I know your loyalty to Her and the City are Unquestioned...your skill..altho not the best in either Spell or Sword is more so than most when combined.. so your chances of success are good...are your affairs in order? I was floored..."Now, you want me to go now.? but what of..well.. "You seem to hesitate...are you not sure this is what you wish to do" Artur said.I answered "I am ready..but just surprised that you would decide so quick" . Artur answered "The decision was made much earlier..the waiting was formalities...and proving it to the Others." If you are ready? I nodded and then he took a box from his desk, marked with the seal of the church but slightly different, altho I could not really see how because of the way he held it. "Come then" and he led me to a small alcove with a simple alter. He placed the box on the floor and muttered a few strange words...Suddenly it opened and a bright light flared from it shimmering before us. With Mystra's grace...If you are truely ready..step into the light..and good luck" were his parting words...and so I did... I awoke naked, on the floor of a chapel, with a cleric standing before me. Looking around, I spied some meager clothes and a trainer sword..quickly I put them on I found a young dwarf who told me 'Welcome to Mudschool" Directory is just north..."MudSchool"...what was this all about?" I wondered. Off I went to find answers.. Very quickly I found that the portal must have done something else to me besides transport ..Critters I had dispatched without thinking were beating the living daylights out of me.. and all but the most minor of spells..had slipped my mind....I knew them...just the how of casting them..I just couldn't do...like that poor fellow in the arena.. I determined to relearn all I could as fast as I could... muttering a prayer to Mystra, I devoted my time to spell and sword...

Seline's journal pg 3

Following Day...interviews.. After reviewing the daily reports from the day before..making sure the commander of the west and his fellows were in good hands..kept to busy to get any more silly ideas..I went to the interview.. and was told I would be sent for...really now...that clerk of his has some nerve...ahh well but he is only doing his job...least im close by.. Morning passed...had lunch...reviewed spell books..no notice from Artur.. Afternoon...left message with office squire I would be back in 2 hours and made rounds...returned..still no message from Artur...ahh well must have chosen someone else told squire I would be with Weaponsmaster, went down and vented a bit..broke 3 wooden swords, 1 shield and sent 4 to the infirmary...but felt better.. Returned to office...still no note..sigh.. Life goes on...guess it's back to normal for me..and hope the one that was chosen has Her blessing....hmm...haven't been there for a bit other than normal perhaps... went to the Soldiers Chapel, bit more private..less acolytes wandering about all the time...said a prayer asking for Her Blessings on the one chosen and decided to relax a bit. Dragondale, the Cornerstones,,my fellow officers...the dwarven miners..the rare visits by the elven ones...all these memories passed thru my mind. All this I would be giving up..and for what? To defend against some unnamed danger from a place even the Cornerstones don't know exist..? Yet, that is what I do..best...this office junk bores me..the last week of fighting made me feel alive again...ahh If only in Your Grace you might see it fit.. *a noise, behind and left* Standing and raising my sword as if for Her blessing I looked in the reflection from the blade..*just an acolyte* Muttering a quick "Thankyou" to Her, I turned and sheathed my sword. "Commander Seline, Artur will see you now"..He turned and led me to a Artur's main office and inside.

Seline's journal pg 3

After this day was over there were only 2 others that still wanted to go to the arena and try for Artur's mission...my plan had worked..My troops would renew their training, and no matter what happened the House of Mystra would be safe. Day of the Arena Contest..what a mess...children barely out of the crib to old senile soldiers trying for one last chance of personal redemption.. It must have been a good thing I had spoken to Artur...as I was escorted to an area with those near my skill..5 of them to be exact..First skill with sword was tested beat 3 lost to 1 one draw...both too tired to continue.. After a 3 hour break...back at it...combat spell only..lost to 2 of the ones that I had defeated before soundly thrashed one..and the the last was a tie..neither had any magic spells left.. one had dropped out..the third that I had thrashed in sword we were told to return the following day for the final test...spell and sword. After resting and preparing myself showed up bright and early to get the lay of how things looked...started against 5 ..down to 4 day before..hmmm Not too surprisingly only 3 showed...Later I was told our area looked like a Mystrian Holiday!...at the end..was one other fellow and myself..who were told to report to Artur for further interviewing I returned to the House and cleaned up..after a small celebration my officers threw for me..seems some of them had made a bundle betting and wanted to share thier fortunes..I left that party early as I knew I still had preparing to do