Month: July 2017

Lovlun 32, 1646

Fidel and Abby have found a home in Marides. A good place for them to settle down and raise a family of their own, should they choose that course. Fidel seemed unsure on what he wanted to do in regards to children. I’ll let the two of them work it out.

I had to leave them behind. While I may have defected the battle just under a month ago, my honor doesn’t allow me to abandon my kingdom. I received word from Lord Ias that Harlow’s Hovel has decided to withdrawal from the northern alliance. The people will need their Arch Mage so I have decided to return.

I’m a little worried for Fidel as he seemingly decided he wants nothing to do with the rest of the world. While that may be peaceful for awhile, I’m certain he will become bored and take up arms again. I wished him and Abby luck before I departed.

I will be meeting with Pravas soon to go over Lord Fineal’s plan for the future of Puldechra. The battle continues last I heard and losses are still higher on the Barams side. But I do not doubt that Lusetar Timpes has something up his sleeves.

All of us need to be ready for it.

-Methvas Aranongo

Lovlun 4, 1646

I was wrong about my son. He was not able to set aside his hatred for his enemy to join sides and work against a common foe. For a day or so, I was proud that he could do so. But now I’m even prouder that he will not compromise his character. Fidel will be Fidel. And I can’t imagine a better child than he has turned out.

Even as an old man, I cannot believe I joined him in his defiance. I am not certain if Fidel’s influence on me is because he brings out the best in those around him, or if I just dislike Lusetar so much that Fidel’s defiance was an excuse for me. Fidel is right, Lusetar has an ulterior motive. Fidel said what I thought.

It’s been four nights since we defected. The battle has faded away. The crickets and birds have returned to our dreams at night. The solace of the road has truly reminded us that a road of isolation isn’t necessarily a road of loneliness. I see the happiness reflected in Fidel’s eyes as we eat by the fire. I see that very happiness reflected in my future daughter every time she glances his way.

What more could a father ask for than peace in their children’s hearts?

-Methvas Aranongo