Journal Entry 23.02 Morvion's Mirror Journey

Morvion see's his death and defeat at the hands of Majalacturis through the eyes of his sister.

Touching the mirror, Morvion finds himself lost in the consciousness of another. As the details emerge, he quickly deduces he is a passenger to the thoughts of his sister, Mryiani. As he views her experiences, seen in highlights of important moments, his thoughts remain aware, just below the threshold of considering his current situation within the mirror. As each experience rolls by, he feels the emotions associated with the memory more than the actual knowledge of the event. Even then, a background feeling of understanding exists with each memory, enough so that he isn’t confused by anything he is bearing witness to.
It’s been a rough three years. Myriani and her tribe fled toward Chrailis only to be followed by the Burgeoned. The journey was rushed, many times the elves were flat out running through the jungle in an attempt to evade capture, some of the elderly not being fast enough. Even some of the healthiest were captured, a lot of luck was involved in making it to the safety of Chrailis.
All went well for a good year, the safety provided by Si’nassa far outweighing the dangers of her dark influence on the elves who had surrendered to her will. However, the Burgeoned didn’t’ stop and started invading closer and closer to Chrailis until they had surrounded the city. Myriani and her tribe once again fled, traveling into the halfling lands to the north. The halflings took the tribe in, compassion being there way. But the refugees fleeing north are without end and soon, the threat they had just fled arrived in the green pastures of the halflings as Majalacturis followed.
Majalacturis’s forces have finally defeated Chrailis. Si’Nassa is dead, her corpse is lying in the Zygarosse River damming part of it up. While many blamed her brother Marawne for freeing Majalacturis, she knows that after his family was slain, he started going down a dark path. True, he is responsible, but only because Nerisht’ started him on the path toward darkness. In the end, Marawne was simply a helpless soul caught in the winds of events far greater than he. It was unfair to expect any elf to endure the demands of a cursed god.
Morvion had taken command of the Rough Sons. He had been leading the guerilla forces in harrying the forces of Majalacturis, defying the dark god in anyway possible. Now reports say that some of the Original Children of Majalacturis had finally caught up to him.
Mryiani’s village seer, an ancient elf with centuries of experience, informed Myriani of a dream, a dream in which this future might be avoided. However, to do this, she must first find her brother.
Several elves from the surviving tribes banded together to help her in this quest. More than a few oracles and seers had dreamed of the need to find Morvion if the corruption to all elf kind was to be avoided. Many of those volunteering knew of Marawne before he took on the mantle of Morvion, not before.
A few know of him after he became Morvion, like the paladin Villekek. They know only the elf he became, not the grave and troubled shaman he was in years past, and yet they still volunteered. Myriani took this to mean that despite the vengeful warmongering path Morvion had set for himself, he had still held himself with enough honor to attract such a diverse group keen on finding him.
Following the rumors of where the final stand of the Rough Sons occurred, Myriani and her small band traveled into a desolate land where the ground had been scorched by a great fire with not even the slightest amount of vegetation remaining. Coughing from days spent traveling in the lingering smoke and death of the land, they finally find Morvion and those that remain of the Rough Sons. Most of the small army are dead, their corpses lying around in great piles like collected garbage.
Observing from a nearby hill, the small group of elves witnesses only four Burgeon wandering around, however among them they see four of the Original Children, the immense silverly mantis-like creatures which are supposedly the first followers of Majalacturis. The gathered elves agree that this location must be truly important, for it is daylight and the Original Children only come out at night. Of what importance it has, none can say.
In the distance, she can see several death wheels slowly spinning, appearing like large wagon wheels on their side propped several feet in the air. On each wheel a chained spread-eagled body is supported.
Fearing the worst, they sneak up to the death wheels. She finds Morvion crucified on one of the slowly spinning wheels. He is basically dead, his wounds greater than any mortal could sustain and hold on to life. Yet he is cursed to never actually perish. Needing to talk to him, several of the elves of her band volunteer to create a distraction so she can approach Morvion safely. They do so, sacrificing their lives, but also drawing off all the Burgeon and Orgininal Children way from the death wheels, all so that Myriani will have the few moments she needs to question Morvion.
She cautiously approaches and questions Morvion. Through pained breaths, all he can say is that one of Si’Nassa’s daughters, before her death, mentioned that salvation might lie in finding the Dark Glens, wherever they are. He then bids her to leave. She begs to try and end his life and in a surprising surge of resistance, he refuses, telling her that if she tries to kills him, then their presence will be known and all hope will be lost. He says finds the Dark Glens, it is of the utmost importance. The final key to defeating Majalacturis lies there.
Sensing this to be true be a true statement, she retreats. With the three elves who followed her to the death wheels, they head south without looking back, knowing that the rest of their band of elves is already dead, or worse.
After inquiring from among the halflings, they find there is a seer in the Dark Glens, and to reach that, she must make her way to a small fishing village known as Black Tide.