It is my sincere belief that our ordeal with the Lady of the Crescent Blade is over. Infiltrating the caverns of our enemies was met with defeat and the death of Lady Atala. It is my belief that she was the Lady of the Crescent Blade. But now I wonder who inspires the Barghests now. Our findings lead to the Iron Throne. While we were instruments in the protection of the city, fending of rogue cults and an unending cloud of crime, the Iron Throne’s influence was cast wide and we of the Band of Twin-Foxes were unable to maneuver well.
Granted the sponsorship of Lady Jannath and Dabron Sashenstar, our company was acquired and made independent of the Flaming Fist company. For now, my comrades were safe, for all other avenues we thought safe were likewise infiltrated by the enemy.
Where am I? Gifted a Cliffside Fortress as our new base of operation, a vast improvement compared to the underceller of a shop in Baldur’s Gate, each of us made some form of contribution in the weeks that followed. While Zolis and I assisted in bringing shipments of materials to spruce the Fortress, a feeling of anxiousness crept upon me. My comrades would ask, particularly Zolis, who had a keen sense for body language, and I expressed the need to seek lands beyond. Adventure. No, it was not adventure.
It was purely my intent to follow the path to Talos, whose church was banned in most cities, but sailors would pay him as much respect as Umberlee received in Baldur’s Gate. By sending Lady Atala’s corpse unto the fire, I sent a message to the great god with a plea for power and deliverance. Every being that I fought, every time I unleashed the elements upon them, I did so with the hope that Talos would grant me the strength to cast off my shackles. I have told no one, for the Red Wizards may be listening and watching. If Eldon was aware of any one watching, I’m sure he would secure our actions, but I did not want to take the risk.
Once again I took sail with my sea crew on the Emerald Kraken, leaving the port at Baldur’s Gate. At sea, I found peace in the stillness of my spirit, while the waters which carried the ship would provide the motion. Some of my shipmates would ask about the rumors in which I could manifest elemental powers, but I refrained from frivolous displays unless it was used to assist my work on the ship.
After a few days, visions of the elements came to me. I did not know what they were at first, but I understood the feeling they gave me like the first time I touched each of them, wind, water, fire, and earth. It was pure, it was intense, and each was a foundation. Erjesko, Fenyra, Gextas, Ozno, some of my fellow sailors whom I have been on many voyages on, all had to wake me from my feverish dreams. This elemental chaos would be meaningless, diviners would try to sell sparing words to calm the uninitiated, but my walk with nature worked like a cipher.
To my fellow sailors, I would share pieces of this dream. To my Red Wizard observers, I would only admit that my work with the Twin Foxes had taken its toll. While I wandered my dreams to understand the message within me, my credibility to do my job as First Mate came to question. Despite my performance in defending the ship against an assault by Sahaugin, it was not enough. Fenyra, whom I vouched for her capabilities being greater than some of the men on the vessel, was one of the first to detract her support. While I thought this would lead to a mutiny, I learned that our Red Wizard taskmaster, Azkos, a representative of the Red Wizards for Baldur’s Gate, was spreading dissent among the crew.
My efforts to challenge Azkos’s words led to a duel. Red Wizards are not always known for their honor and I found myself battling at a disadvantage. How? Azkos affixed an anti-elemental ward upon me in the form of my bandolier, one which I usually wore while helming the Emerald Kraken. Where was my captain in all of this? Conveniently missing for this voyage, which set me as Captain and Azkos with the ability to overrule my power. Fortunately my training as a hand-to-hand fighter worked to me benefit, but it wasn’t enough to fend off the power of a Red Wizard.
Failing the duel, I was removed from my position. Azkos was proud, took command of the Kraken, and put me to chains. I wondered if Talos had abandoned me. Towards the last leg of our voyage, nearing three months, Gextas revealed that an anti-elemental ward was on the bandolier which still remained upon me. Gextas removed the stone which was enchanted with the ward and after a few more nights of rest, I could feel the elements again.
Before my vengeance could be made, a mutiny was under way on the ship that evening. Ozno led a revolt against Azkos. Gextas intercepted me, warning me that Ozno was not revolting on my behalf. Azkos was ultimately slain, a few of my men were likewise taken down. Gextas warned that the situation was more complicated than it seemed and had me take a boat off the Kraken. The ship would dock again at Baldur’s Gate in a few months more. As I rowed off into the night, I willed the waves to push me further and faster hoping no hidden beast would take me. Eventually I fell unconscious, exhausted for all the distance the elements could carry me. My last thought before I entered into my dreams was the loss of direction, knowing nothing of the politics that occurred on that ship before it was taken from me.
A cargo vessel managed to pick me up and chain me in the lower hold. Due to the colors I wore, they suspected me a Red Wizard. After sharing my story and having it verified by their Cartographer and Diviner, I was allowed minor comforts. The comfort of a deckhand. I learned the story of several of the crew who had assembled due to their passion for the high seas and a life away from land. I taught them a few ship maintenance tricks and earned my stay. It was no more than a week before we anchored at Waterdeep.
As surprising as the ambushes I endured in Baldur’s Gate, Waterdeep was no different. After a night at a tavern, I was taken away through the skills and work of unknown figures. What happened during the following months was a haze. I remembered returning back to the Fortress, but many other faces littered my memory, where events and creatures were woven into a story that could not keep to mind.
So, where am I? Home. Many months had passed since I initially departed the region. While I did find peace, a part of me felt things were more dangerous outside the walls of Baldur’s Gate. I must have become soft, yet unyielding. As my mind recovered with the generosity and cooperation of the Twin Foxes, the one thing I pulled from my voyage was the understanding that Talos was aware of me, but I was still just one of his many followers.