Today something great happened: The first enchanter Irving has called for me. He had a Mission for me: I am supposed to find and examine an magical artifact from the Brecilian Forest. This means I will finally see something of Fereldan! I am in this tower for ten years now, I have overcome my harrowing a year ago and always studied diligently. Finally I get the trust I deserve! But of course they don’t allow me to leave on my own. Greagoir insisted on a templar joining me. It seems they are short on men, for they are sending a rookie with me: Tulkas Astaldo has joined me on my quest! As I have written some times ago he is a little harsh but a nice guy… for a templar. I will have to send letters to the Tower, reports of my travel, regularly, so we have to travel from chantry to chantry to get those letters send. On top of that, Tulkas has to sign and seal the letters… the templars do not even trust me as far as I could throw them. Well, at least it is safer to travel in a group and Tulkas has invited two of his “friends” he knows from the Spoiled Princess, an inn near the docks or so it seems. One of them is an antivan mercenary, he calls himself Leoncio. The other is a Qunari, at least three heads higher than I am, wihout his Horns… His antivan friend calls him Tal, and so will I.
I bought a cart and a mule: Alistair. He seems to be the smartest mule in the world and will make travelling much easier, I think.
Today we came to Lothering. A nice Town, but I didn’t get to see much of it. We just gave a letter to the chantry and restocked our supplies.
Leoncio still insist on keeping my watch, so I can sleep the whole night. Either he is a gentleman or he is thinking, I am not capable of doing it myself, possibly both. Well, it doesn’t matter that much, I enjoy my sleep.
Today we saw something terrible.
We came to a litte farmstead where we wanted to resupplie. But everyone who lived here was dead! They were killed by some blunt weapons or so Tulkas said. In the main room was a word written in blood, “Mythal”. I wonder what it means…
We were attacked by some Blightwolves, five I think, we managed to kill three of them and wound another one, until they escaped. Either they thought that we wanted to steal their food, the corpses of the poor farmers, or they wanted us to be their dessert. I’m glad Tulkas is such a good shoot, otherwise one of those beasts would probably have jumped on my cart and Iwould probably have been bitten. We resuplied from a closed larder and paid them with a funeral.
We also found a survivor: An elfish woman. She was hiding in some straw and was wounded. Well, she was more dead than wonded, after Tal hit the straw… We thought some monster could be hiding in there. I could save her with my magic abilities, but we have to bring her to the next town or village so she can heal. A wound , which she got before we arrived, got sore, she gots a fever and she needs some serious medical attention. At least we have Alistair so we don’t have to carry her to the next village. It will be mouch faster this way and I’m quite positive that she will survive.
Today we got to the Village of Vintiver. A small village which produces some nice wines. Well, it seems most people of this Village are not fond of the knive-ears and we got our verry own mob, shortly after arriving in Vintiver, but we could talk our way out of it and with the help of Tarl Dale, the local village warden, and Sister Arda we could persuade the mob, lead by their glorious bonehead Coalan, the local blacksmith, to leave.
Later Eshara, the dalish elf we found, ragained consciousness, Sister Arda did a great job taking care of her fever. We learned of her, that an rage abomination is leading some darkspawn near the Village. The abomination, Mythallen how it is called, is behind the dead villagers and peasants. We will travel tommorow with her and Tarl to the the Camp of her people, which was attacked by the darkspawn.
She could tell me that Mythal means “vengeance”.
We also found the Link of Rage, at least half of it. Eshara had it on her and was giving it to us. I’m not sure what it does, but it is magical and I think it will help somehow in the fight against the rage abomination. More importantly, I think that this could be the target of my mission. We have to get our hand on the other half, which the abomination still has.
I also got a good flask of vintivean wine, I will enjoy it with some friends back in the Tower.
Today, we started our travel to the Dalish camp. It was a calm Journey, exept from a distraction just half an hour after we left. Our favorite bonehead Coalan was hiding in the bushes with some friends of him. They had some clubs and wanted to make sure we wont like to travel to Vivinter in the future, or so I think.
Well, my comrades were behaving like some 10 year old boys and attacked Coalan the moment they spotted him, before he attacked us or even a word was spoken. Alistair and I watched their scuffle and were happy when we could move on, leaving Coalan and his thugs with the beating of their life in the dust.
We found the camp of the dalish. Well, or at least the remainigs. No dalish were left. The darkspawn had left not even a corpse. I think my companions looted some money from the camp but I thought it would be inconsiderate to do this in front of Eshara, so I did not participate.
-From the journal of Adelica Fetherston 9:30