Journal Of Marsys Lightouch
24th of Fireseek 636 CY
Dark History in Elmshire- Before the Picnic
I have to say, I did not think when I left to begin a life of adventure around a month ago…that I would be looking at the fields of Elmshire so soon. I am not complaining. I think I am writing what every honest person would write after their first un-chaperoned trauma: I want to see my parents. After finding out that the disease that so changed our way of life was created by a cleric of Incabulos and might have taken souls in addition to lives; wanting the safety of your ancestral hearth is natural.
When we arrived I asked my friends to wait while I went to tell my parents about yellow eye and its origins. This was something that needed to be done in private. I stood outside the door for a few moments…I had no idea…should I knock. I mean it is my home, I never knocked…not once. It never even occurred to me. But I had been away, not on a vacation but living a life. It had never occurred to me that there would be any moment where I wondered if I should knock on this door; and some of the ramifications of being away dawned on me for the first time.
So for any young Halfling reading this in the future when it is a world famous travel adventure log…I cannot describe the amazing thrill and rewards of adventure. But you will have to, as a Halfling, decide if it is worth the moment when home becomes ambiguous. You will need to decide for yourself If it is worth the feeling of isolation our kind is not used to when the home of your ancestors becomes a place where, even for a moment, you wonder if you are a visitor.
Thankfully the face and smile of my youngest brother Dalgen appeared in the window. “Marsys!!!” he squeaked, opening the door. My father stood behind him and I wondered for a moment if he had seen my indecision at the door.
Dalgen climbed up my legs. “Did you bring me anything?”
My father shook his head: “Dalgen…manners”
Dalgen nodded: “Did you bring me anything…um…please…”
I laughed and handed him a bag of trinkets from Geoff I had bought at Needsfest. I had sent gifts home by messenger, but for Dalgen I would always pick extra things to send home often, and maybe…I realized, to be able to go and deliver in person.
My father hugged me tightly, “An unexpected joy.”
I hugged tightly back and whispered in his ear, “I need to talk to you and mom and maybe Thea…away from the little ones.”
My father nodded and instructed Dalgen to get mother. “A paladin mother, a cleric sister and your father a simple tobacconist….” He smiled at the approaching joke, “which one is out of place?”
I slapped his arm, “And who is the wisest of the three according to mother?”
“Ah well,” he admitted, “she is usually right.”
Soon I had them all gathered. I looked across their faces. I took a deep breath. “The only way to say this is quickly…so please…be prepared, I’ve found out something that is disturbing.”
My mother nodded for me to continue.
“Yellow Eye,” I started through the gasps even prepared Halflings make at the mention of it. “Was a magically created disease. Created by clerics of Incabulos while making an unholy creature that is currently manufacturing more. As well as similar diseases that effect the major races of Oerth. So my friends and I need to talk to you about the plague…and what happened.”
The silence was long and full. My father spoke first. “We should get a picnic together then.”
We all looked at him. “Well, “ he said smiling, “her friends must be hungry…and tall. So a picnic in the back yard seems the best option.”
As everyone began to get food and get the back yard ready…I went to get my friends. My father followed me out to go get the tables for the yard.
“Marsys,” he said and I turned to listen, “Never knock.” he said, “Ever.”