Travel Journal of Selaria Luckbringer

By LittleCat

Growing up my father always impressed on me two rules to abide to while traveling.  Always pick up and take with you everythign possible, you never know what you might need.  The second rule is that which leads me to begin this journal; Keep a detailed record of your travels for those who may some day follow.

So it is with reluctance I up this quill to record my adventure thus far.

A little over 2 ten days have passed since I left the temple, already I am finding my self a bit weary of those I travel with.  Few of them seem fit to actually travel, I would wager that they do not know the rules adventuring, either the first two stated above, or the more complex ones.

But I digress, I have yet said nothing of this place we found and the mysteries within.  Admittedly, at first I cared little for the armor the rest of my companions set out to learn about.  It pertains not at all to Tymora, and therefor is none of my concern really.  However, the new mystery it has led us to, the disappearance of a group of some renown during my forefather's time, intruige me greatly.

It seems that discovering the fate of these Seven will take great amounts of traveling.  Being the youngest of my father's children it is my place to do just that.  There is no place in the temple for a stupid cleri, as my siblings have told me oft growing up.

The stronghold we have discovered seems the perfect place for a base of operations.  Indeed it already contains most all the clues as to where these Adventurers vanished to.  Though admittedly it will take much fixing up.

Not to mention the great amounts of persuading I am sure it will take to convince the ohh so stubborn Dwarf of such.  He seems blind to the fact that many people have inhabited this place before us, indeed the walls are lined with their statues.  Also I believe that if we are successful in what I feel we must do, many will come after us to this place as well.

I will speak more of my plans later, as of yet we are of insufficient number to accomplish it correctly.

We have spent the last ten-day here.  Studying maps, and learning what we can of this place.  If it's to be our home we must learn the intimacies of it, each trap and each room.  Already one of the sleeping chambers has been destroyed.  Not a big loss, it was of no use to us, we will have to later rebuild it to our own needs.

The guardians we found here should be re-paired if possible as well.  Though I have no knowledge of how they work, or rather, worked.  I hesitate to ask the dwarf for assistance, for I admit to letting my temper lash out at him.  T'was his own fault for being stubborn really, and not seeing things how they would be.

Had there been a sign that read, “Only ye of Dwarven blood may enter here” I would have done as the dwarf asked and stayed out.  However there was no such sign, at least not that I could see, and I believed there to be items of use with in.  So resorting to anger, I easily sent him off on the fool mission to gather water, by refusing to create any.  In truth I honestly could not have that day, as I had not the power remaining for such a miracle.  I was not about to admit my own failures however.

It was with Puck's help, a strange little halfling, that I gained entrance to the dwarven room.  Indeed there was one item of possible use within, which I took with no harm being done.  Stubborn dwarf, the item in question most likely belong to may before the previous resident of the room.  Had it been a dwarven item or relic I would let it be.  However, I have yet to see a dwarf with spectacles... tis true I have not seen many dwarves, but that is beside the point.

Since leaving the temple I have been greatly favored by Tymora, gaining knowledge of miracles that even my siblings, several years older than myself, have ever accomplished.  Temple work and life was indeed boring, secretly I am glad to be away from it.


~May Tymora guide me and bless me with her luck~

Thalomin finished smoothing the outer edge of the small, silver disk.  He'd seen the necklace Selaria had been wearing, probably her holy symbol, a not uncommon variation of the Tymoran disk he'd seen many times before.  This disk should fit nicely on it, though.
        He cleaned and polished the disk, and then fit it into the small jewelry mounting he'd found on one of the cubby-holes on the jeweler's desk.  He was fortunate to have found it, since he'd no experience making these types of items.  Making a small flat disk was easy enough.  Making the bits to hook it onto a necklace, however...
        He looked at the piece with satisfaction, he stepped out into the main hall.
        A knock on the doorway to the cleric's room (that's where he knew she'd been staying) resulted in silence.  She might be in the library, working with the other elf, researching the destination of the original owners of this place.  He turned and headed there.
        Looking into the library, he could see the two of them sitting, poring over maps and books.  He looked first over toward the bard, then to the cleric.  Walking over to Selaria, he tossed the small disk on the table in front of her, "I wanted t' thank ye for what ye did durin' the fight wit' the armor.  I heared ye helped me when I went down.  I'd thought I jes' took a good knock on the head tha' it took a moment t' recover from.  I found out that ye he'ped me, and it's appreciated."
        Thalomin still looked stern, but continued, "Anyway, I thought ye might be able t' use tha'.  I don' claim t' know much about Tymora and whatnot, but I've seen enough o' yer kind t' know what ye use fer a holy symbol, and thought..."  He trailed off, looking away a bit, toward the bard.  Selaria wasn't sure, but if a dwarf could look humble, this might be it, "anyway, it should clip onto yer necklance there jes fine.  Let me know if it don', I'll fix it so it does.  I know it's not been consecrated or whatever you folks do, but it's up t' you t' take care o' tha'"
        Selaria sat staring at the trinket the dwarf had tossed before her moments ago.  It took a few quick blinks of her eyes and a slight pinch under the table to make sure she is awake and not hearing things.  A frown slowly crossed her face.  Confused she glanced up at the dwarf.  Very queitly she spoke, "For me?  But I didn't do much, t'was mostly the bards doing, I merely stopped you from bleeding to death."
        She quickly looked away from the dwarf, wiping a bit of moisture from her grey eyes, now dark as storm clouds.  Carefully reaching out she carefully touched the coin before her on the table, a slight sniffle escaping her throat.  Suddenly grabbing it, clenching it tightly in her small hands she looked back towards the dwarf, feeling slightly shameful now for the way she had been acting.  Imagination making it feel still warm from the forge he had
carefully crafted it on, though she knew it couldn't be.  Lip quivering, she took a deep breath, about to launch into one of her infamous hours of rambling if someone didn't stop her quickly.
        "Nobody has ever made anything just for me, I don't think I have ever had anything that wasn't one of my siblings' first.... I really don't deserve it though." A slight pause as she took another deep breath, her voice growing more quivery by the moment and it might look as if her ramble will be cut short by a violent burst of tears.  "And I've been so 'orrible to you this whole time too, you must be the nicest dwarf I've ever known Thal..."
        With that she did just as her grey eyes had been threatening and burst right into tears, leaping from her chair to catch the gruff dwarf in a hug.  It took only a moment to realize what she's doing and she quickly stepped back from the abashed dwarf.  Arms tucked behind her and eyes downcast to the foot scuffing the floor she sniffled quickly.  Then suddenly, she moved to grab at a pouch at her side, and drew out a pair of spectacles.
        One hand fingering the worn second hand coins dangeling from chain about her neck, the other held the spectacles out towards him "Thank you Thal, it will go perfectly with the others.  Please take these as my apology for my temper this last week.  Perhaps they can help you in you craft."
        Carefully peeking out from between wet lashes she watched his reaction to the odd gift, not about to tell him where she came by the spectacles or the fact she had found little use for them herself.
        Thalomin stared at the spectacles held before him.  He was entirely speechless.  On the one hand he had absolutely no idea what use he had for apair of spectacles, and on the other, he had even less idea what to think of the idea of having been hugged.  It just wasn't something dwarves did...
        He slowly reached out and took the spectacles.  He looked them over a moment, and said, "Well, ahem, er, thank ye.  Tha's very kind of ye.  I don' quite know what t' say."  Thalomin looked completely befuddled.  He turned to look behind him, and said, "I, er, should be gettin' back t' the forge."  He took a pair of steps backward.  He looked almost as if he wanted to run away, "I've got me some work t' finish."  He turned and walked quickly toward the doorway, paused and looked back at Selaria one more time, and then, shaking his head, left the library.