The Hunt.

T'kiric crouched and looked over the mass of old footprints that led from the cell and over to the nearest bridge spanning the expanse below.
Dwarves, gnomes, and everything in between.
Clawed footprints of something large was right amongst them. 
"A quaggoth?" He thought as he tried to make sense of the mismatched imprints. 
"Dear brother, what did you get yourself involved in?" Another set, almost just as large and ending in sharp, curved nails were also evident. These ones however, we're alien to him.
"Something to look for, perhaps."

He followed the tracks across the bridge to the tower and then back to the main ledge. Spent bolts from hand crossbows lay strewn about this part of the plateau.
"Drow everywhere," He surmised. "Firing in all directions." T'kiric knelt and gingerly picked up a bolt bolt between a gloved thumb and forefinger, bringing it close to his nose.
He let the scent rise Into his nostrils,
"Decay and sulfur."
His mind worked quickly, piecing together the most likely scenario.
"Demons in Menzonberranzan and demons here. How far have they truly spread?"

From an overhang above a spider, covered in dark grey hair and as large as a wagon wheel descended towards the deep-in-thought Drow. It landed as softly and silently as a shadow The pads on its eight legs making no sound at all, and barely five feet from his exposed back. It raised its two front legs up as the remaining six tensed like deadly springs as it's body lowered.

"Not now, Spindle." Said T'kiric in a murmur that was barely audible. He turned, still kneeling came face to many eyed face with the large spider. He still marveled the sight of her. Sleek and silent, loyal and deadly. 
His companion and friend.
T'kiric took a bit of comfort at the spiders playful behavior knowing if Spindle wasn't  in a state of unrest, there was a good chance that whatever had caused this skirmish was long gone.

He extended his hand and Spindle in turn, lowered the end of her raised leg down so that it rested in T'kiric's palm.
"Come on," he said patting the fur covered leg before standing and giving the place a final look over.
The Drow prison known as Velkynvalve was still, save for the rush of the waterfall that filled the basin below.

"Let's go find your uncle Sarith."

From Scarlet Moon to Sacred Stone.

The journey to Sacred Stone takes its toll on you all.
The fight against the fire construct could only be considered a hollow victory, having more questions than answers when the dust settles.

Throughout the journey Flik and Aphid visit each of you.

The two come to rest on your shoulder for a duration and speak to you, whether you want them to or not. 

Reed.

"You have the heart of one who has seen so much tragedy. It is hardened and scarred yet it's core remains pure and good. You have not allowed your heart to succumb to grief and sorrow. You may be small in stature but within your heart beats the strength of a giant."

Peren

"The loss of your parents was something you had laid to rest, until a planted seed of doubt sprung from your heart like a weed. Now it is conflicted by the need to know more and your duty to your companions. Stay true, Bowman. Stay true to your allies for they will bring you to the answers you so desperately seek."

Morthos

"A heart which has known only ambition and power. Tempered by a discipline of knowledge and understanding of what power can bring. Now it is rent in two. The void between your heart's two pieces, Power and Discipline, fills with rage and hatred. This threatens to consume your heart, corrupting and twisting what it is to be you. "

Attondel

"Like a volcano, your heart beats with with volatile energy. The lonely Mountain. The Wandering Colossus. Heed the words of your stone protector. Follow His guidance for His guidance will lead to the protection of these lands and all who dwell upon it."

Melech

"Your heart is a maze of deception and lies. You only know what you have been shown and we can not see beyond the maze. Your heart may be lost to the twists and turns of the deciept that forged it. You have the resolve to solve the maze. It is up to you to choose."

Sheth

"Two hearts, from vastly different lineages, form one. Your heart is a riddle. Savage, yet disciplined. Brutal, yet gentle. Fearsome, yet kind. You walk the true path of the just. Your heart and the deeds you accomplish are your true legacy."

Letter to Morthos

My Dearest Morthos.

Word has reached me regarding the loss of Dorn to this "Prophet"
I understand that grief turns us into uncaring, unthinking beings of pure vengeance. Our family is everything to us. Those that oppose us our hurt us face the full force of our family. You will handle this as a true Brexton.

It is for this reason that I have relieved you of your burdens regarding the politics of this alliance. I do this not because I do not trust you to serve our best interests, but because I now need you to become focused on one thing and one thing alone.

You will avenge my Nephew, your brother and you will do it the Brexton way. Cripple her allies, cripple her rivals.Make her see that she is but a number on a list of people you will destroy to see retribution served. Allow her to understand that she has made a grievous error before her time comes.

Regarding our new acquaintances.

The Zhentarim assure me that the delegates they have organised to represent their interests are of the highest integrity and well placed. You needn't take any heed or umbrage with them. I have been told they will assist you in whatever you need done. Should they fail to abide, report them immediately. I doubt the Zhentarim will risk damaging their Miribar connections.

We are their client after all.

Enclosed is a gift befitting one of your prowess in the arcane. I hoped to present it to you the next time we met, alas, now seems a better time for you to put it to use.

We will have time to grieve for Dorn as a family when this is task is completed. Until then, you know what I need you to do.

Your loving Aunt,

Sivara.

PS: Make sure you're eating well. Don't rely on those foolish rations for nutrition.

Where The Elements Stirred.

They came to The Vale
Each purpose their own.
While The Elements stirred.

In Redlarch paths crossed
It's secrets unknown.
While The Elements stirred.

'Til the earth opened up
And the grim truth was shown
While the elements stirred.

Five fates set to motion
Down in that old tomb
Where the elements stirred

And the battle was joined
As the five fought as one.
Through carverns
Through evil
That worshipped the stone.
Then a path lay revealed
To the hills that concealed
A menace that must be undone

A menace that must be undone. 

So with course resolute
The five left that town
Where the elements stirred.

To the hills led their trail                        
To keeps of days gone                              
To where the elements stirred.

To where the elements stirred. 

Fin.