I am writing this entry as I am sitting in a room within the Lothithil Estate. This is where The Dancer of Death began her journey, the story I've been told I have no read in any of the tomes we were able to find. They have focused on her domain after the ascension, but not her life before it. To be told the story, from the lips of someone who lived alongside the goddess, it is an incredible experience.
3rd Qindirsday of Winters Chill, Second Age 1853: During the First Snow holiday, a ship from Ioban arrived, bringing much-needed supplies but also a group of settlers eager to join our ranks that nobody was expecting. They claimed they were inspired by a letter written by the halfling Horation. Their arrival during First Snow festival seemed particularly ominous, I gathered what information I could from their shipping manifests, but we were already preparing for a departure the next morning. Lets hope we don't return to an unexpected takeover. Their unexpected arrival made Lady Aria irate with Horatio, and his lack of deference earned him a night in the cell stripped of all of his clothing.
4th Qindirsday of Winters Chill, Second Age 1853: We set out on the 3rd Seojungsday for Forna Vasar, a journey that stretched until today when we finally made landfall at the only metropolis on this side of the sea. The trip itself was rather uneventful, and the city seemed live its own rhythm. Unsurprisingly, the agents I sent back to learn more about the chisel weren't interested in continuing the arrangement. Lady Aria brought us all to dinner with her mother, where you could cut the tension in the air with a knife. At least until Aelorna sang about the conflict between realms of air and fire, and Lady Aria's brokered alliance between them.
5th Seojungsday of Winters Chill, Second Age 1853: The very next day, we departed again, reaching the coast of the Lothithil estate just this morning. We made introductions with Lady Gweir Lothithil, and were given free reign of the estate, in hopes of uncovering what everyone else before us failed to. And discover we did - a secret tunnel burrowing beneath the land, leading us to a crypt of ancient family members, easily dating back to the time when dragons ruled these lands, and a shrine which appeared dedicated to Araneth. Luthais appeared to have beaten us to a secret room behind the alter, unsurprising, given he had decades of head start, and managed to get what he was looking for. There was only a sword in there, with a plaque that named it Lothithil, saying that only one of the family blood could wield it. It was proven true, when Lady Gweyr came down and claimed it. The sword immediately changed shape to a rapier, and spoke to us in our minds, claiming it was returned to this vault after it was already emptied of everything else of value.
At dinner I spoke with Lady Gweyr, while Lorelei shared the sword’s storied past and the tale of her sister, who ascended to godhood while bringing winter out of its corruption along other adventurers.