Journal of Telron Elvenforge, Lord Viceroy of the Kingdom of Haven



The sea... lovely for a day or two, but driving me mad being away. Not even on my ship. This day trip ending up much longer than I expected. A quick portal trip to Waterdeep, running into the great sage who calls in the favor owed to him for the help figuring out how to close the rift. A trip to Neverwinter and then Luskan and a near death experience later... ah well returning now. A pity I have no access to a gate back. I envy Elminster's gate network.

An hour away from Waterdeep and then back through the portal. At least this ship is nearly as fast as my Sea Knife. And the lovely creature I acquired in Luskan should make it well worth it. Didn't find Arianel. Pity, find my self missing her.

While I wait for port to be sighted... capture a few thoughts.

I often think of King Zaor these days and less frequently Lord Halueth Never.

My own burdens pale compared to theirs, but that is a source of inspiration for me.

I only met Zoar, first and only King of Evermeet, a few times before he fell to that wretched assassin's blade. He came to visit our troupe of rangers who tended the woods south of my home city of Nimlith. He told wonderful tales of his adventures in his days before the fall of his native Myth Drannor a millenia ago. The other young elves resolved to never leave the insular paradise we called home, while the same stories paradoxically made me eager visit the strange world of Faerûn.

He never seemed burdened by his office, although I know the politics and battles of influence raged as fiercely there as anywhere. Perhaps his Queen, Amlaruil who succeeded him, saw it, but not I.

Memories of his laughing face inspires me, perhaps in a way as a father's would, but I never knew mine. My dour uncle was hardly that to me.

Lord Halueth Never, a sun elf who created a city in the north over a thousand years ago that barely remembers him. Never's Winter they called it. Simply Neverwinter now. Thirty odd years ago it was the site of my first footfall on the continent of Faerûn.

I relate to Lord Never as something of a kindred spirit, as I hold the reins as the Viceroy of the Kingdom of Haven. Hardly an elven kingdom although many elves dwell here. Teiflings and Dwarves, Aasimar and even the cursed kindred, Drow. Many drow. Disturbing number of drow. Most are Eiliestraeeans, the Dark Maiden of joy who's followers I've come to trust. Some are not, but we tolerate them as long as they keep their peace. A Haven after all. Even outsiders from all the planes although not quite so freely in some cases.

It's Queen that I rescued from Eros... now fallen into a coma due to an unknown curse, along with her husband the royal consort.

Cries from the crow's nest above... Waterdeep sighted. At last...