The Diary Of Chantal Vloraxes

~Avalon Day 2, Year Of The Onyx 127th day.

We have crossed over the wooded borders of our ancient motherland of Avalon, and I have decided to keep this records of our journey, lest our Elvish cousins decided to once again twist the history of the world in their favor. The air here is full of life, crisper than even the mountainious air of our beloved Daelund. I had heard many things about Avalon from the other Norni, those of us cast from Avalon so long ago, but I had not imagined such brightness in the sku or such massive trees. My men, though silent as they should be, are obviously not comfortable in all of this foul light. Even their damnable moon is too bright!

According to our maps given to us by the Matriarch and obtained by her spies, we still have a good 4 days before we are to reach the forest surrounding our destination. We travel now to a place called "The Arcane Citadel", a place of ancient magiks where the Elves train their wizards, but also home to the man we were sent to meet Archmagus and Lord of the Citadel Overon Minite. I am told he is sympathetic to our people and that he knows of our plight within Daelund. On a much more personal note, I am quite eager to meet this mage for he is said to have been one of the greatest and deadliest warriors to have fought in the Dark Heart wars and their most zealous magi. Were this any other time I'd rather be marching on his citadel with an army at my command to rip him from his highest battlement and demonstrate the power of a true warrior.


~Avalon day 5, Year Of The Onyx 130th day

I feel the need to report the oddities that we are seeing here in the Elvish forest surrounding the citadel. Since nearing the Citadel, which we even see from here, rising into the sky like some great white knife, we have noticed large garrisons of troops marching west towards the human borders. They do not seem overly alert or war-like but they were travelling in large numbers and obviously using marching orders. Like I have long expected, our light dwelling cousins have become lax in their training and are sloppy, noisy, and careless in their movements.
All around this area the land seems filled with unnatural silence, plant life is everywhere but we have no seen so much as a squirrel since entering the forest, save for the Elvish warriors. The knife-like citadel tower seems built to defy both the light and the dark. In the day it seems almost completely black in color but at night it shines brighter than the silver moon, though the light at night seems cold and aloof. All around us there seem to be eyes, watcing from every side but as soon as we turn to face them they are gone like they had never existed. This only serves to bolster my hatred for magiks and this Overon. It is cowardly to use such tricks, id rather face my foe directly and match his stell to mine. No doubt this "mighty" Overon is just another skinny mage too little to lift a saber and hides behind his foul sorcery. I will have to refrain from taking his little throat and squeezing, just to see the fear in his pathetic eyes. To even ask for this mans help is an insult to our people, but the Matriarch has deemed it necessary and I have little choice but to obey. The sun is beggining to rise and we are only travelling in the embrace of the dark night, we shall rest for the day and complete our journay this eve. Besides, my males need to lean that even outside Daelund they are still but servants to their mistress.


Meanwhile...................

In the highest chamber of the Tower of the Eye, a chamber known as the Hall of The Sightless Eye, she sat upon the cold stone of the windowless chamber, alone and silent. The full lips curled themselves into a cruel smile as the closed eyes clearly saw the dark Elves in the forest beyond. She had been watching them sometime now, noting how swiftly they traveled by night and how the sun always seemed to slwo or stop them. At first she had been slightly surprised by the mere presence in Avalon, but had surmised that by the swiftness of their travel that they were coming in peace seeking something. They also seemed to avoid and contact with the soldiers or the Elves in general, so they obviously were not invited either. Few people ever venture into the citadels woods so it was also obvious that they were coming to the Citadel itself. After watching this tall Norni woman for a few minutes more she severed the vision and rose to her feet naked, as was the custom for recieving visions in the chamber.
At the base of the great tower, in the main hall Val'Wen appeared in the anti-chamber for the towers chamber where her servant boy held out her robes for her. She took them and dressed her self, buttoning all the way to cover her neck then took her staff from the boy and snapped her fingers. As was custom, he followed and obeyed her as he was her pre-apprentice. Wearing the robes made ehr grin in a warm seductive way, they were a constant reminder of her power and of her ancient art. Her master had taught her to be appreciative of the tradional robes that buttoned all the way up the neck, they gave the look of power and grace.