Diary of Mme Mirasol... Book 4 Entry 27, Month of Winter March, year 9:30
Well, I have lived another day, and thank the Maker, that is a blessing. I arrived in Redcliff on a sunny, cold, and wet morning. Unlike Antiva, they have real winters in Ferelden. Winters that make me almost willing to wear their big furry boots and flappy coats. The winds are like the glare of an angry wife at the return of her husband from a brothel. Cold and biting.
Redcliff is a city with a beautiful lake, a magnificent castle, and huts in the mud. Everyone is muddy here, and we soon discovered, most of the everybody is not here at all. The town is all but deserted it seems. The Lord of this lakey-mud town is Arl Eamon, but he was no where to be found. I did find, to my joy, that my good friend Kadira was here. After exchanging pleasantries, we spoke with the holy Mother Hannah , and I chanted Benediction 1:11 and Cantitle of Benedictions 4:10 to her. She spoke of the great trouble at the castle, a captured Malificar named Jowan and his nefarious poisoning of Arl Eamon Guerrin .
After an exciting exercise through the city, chasing an apostate Dalish with an unpronounceable nameEy’wali Lenay’ga, we gave him a thorough lecture. He was so obstinate! He repudiated the Chant of Light, much like his ancestors did before the Exalted March in the Glory Age. I fear that if other Dalish follow him, once again the Chantry may punish his people’s heresy. It is a tragedy. There was a barbarian hill man there as well, I think his name was Broom or Broan Bronn Mak Mir or something…
But Happily, I met my good friend and troll killer Gawain, who is always welcome in a fight. Kadira and I met Bann Teagan Guerrin and Ser Perth , and were taken to interview this Jow-ahn… He was a liar and a blood mage, a murdered of dozens. He told a twisted tale of templars forcing him to poison Arl Eamon’s food, and with much cajoling… he confessed to tutoring the Arlessa’s son with magic, and her refusal to send him to the circle. I was shocked to be threatened by Bann Teagan to keep the Arlessa’s secret, but I know Kadira listens to her own heart first, not threats. Jow-an is not long for this world, after telling us he knew nothing, a well placed lightning bolt convinced him to reveal Senor “Garlan”, a foul mage who gave him the poison.
Kadira and I went to a fine tavern, where there was much merriment and I made quick friends with Bella the barmaid, teaching them the Antiva game of Chuters. After many drinks, I retired to bed with Bella, not wanting to wake up Kadira, who had already gotten us a room. She is a good friend, and wonderful lady, as I told many in the bar that night. I like the taverns here, people are so free and merry like.
Kadira and I were like hawks hunting in the forest. We spotted our mark, the house of this Garlan, and dove to intercept it. Gawaiin, Broan, the Apostat-te, and Guiree were at the house, and bravely and boldly agreed to follow orders from Kadira and I, as we performed the will of Andraste in removing this evil threat.
The house itself had many interesting books _“The Boosoms of the Anderfels”, “St.Juridas’s Readings and Canticles for the banos” and “Winkee the Tree frog swallows an egg.” _We discovered a trap door, which Broan was able to open with a key. A key that looked like an axe. Still, it opened didn’t it?
Once below, we found many stone altars, a summoning circle, and a foreboding of misasmic evil that made my heart shiver. As we examined the room for survivors, the very bones of the tortured rose, and attacked us. Gawaiin, Broan and Guiree were all very able with weapons, slicing and dicing and cutting them up… fantastico. These monsters were muy dangerous and split open Guiree and Broan. Kadira and I called upon the great powers of the Maker and knit their bones back together, healing their damaged bodies. While doing so, I was accidentally struck by the creatures, and Kadira good touch healed me. I cast my electrical storms throughout the room to weaken the unlucky bones, which Broan and Guiree were able to defeat. Once the battle was over, I noticed that the Dalish mage had hidden in the corner, managing to injure himself. Perhaps from falling while running away or something. I offered him Andraste’s mercy, which is free for all, providing him with healing and encouraging him to be braver in the future.
It is at this time that I do not know what will happen next. We have not found Garlan, but there is clearly black magic at work. We must be dilligent, and also enjoy what little time and pleasures we have.
With Love and passion, my dearest diary,