Post by Henri Fitzroy on Mar 19, 2023 17:05:53 GMT
Henri Fitzroy
The Four Fair Winds
Castleside
Daring Heights
Kantas
The Four Fair Winds
Castleside
Daring Heights
Kantas
21 Alturiak 1500
Lord Fitzroy
Fitzroy Manor
The North Wards
Waterdeep
Faerûn
Fitzroy Manor
The North Wards
Waterdeep
Faerûn
Dear Father,
I am pleased to report that I have recently acquired another of my lost memories. And you'll be happy to hear that it only required I do a small job for an associate of my employer.
I say a small job. You recall my employer, yes? Well, it would seem they have some sort of relationship with a primordial in the City of Brass by the name of Astaros. This primordial had kept my memory as a result of my last visit.
Henri fingers reach up to squeeze the bridge of his nose. The memory was raw when he first received it, but both intimately familiar and chilling. Like an old friend that you hadn't seen in a while but quickly remembered why you had kept your distance.
Henri walks through the streets of the City of Brass, guided by Mister, his steward...
Henri watches as Mister tears a hole in space and time...
Henri sits silently as the memory of the day is torn from his mind...
He shakes his head, and continues writing.
Astaros required us to journey to a forge outside of the city walls. An ancient forge, home to something that I had a hand in doing in my previous life. A tear in time and space that something was trying to pull power from.
I agreed that it would be best if we solved it. You will be happy to hear that we accomplished that task. And now your son is back to his rooms, safe and whole once more.
I know that you wish I would return home, Father. But look no further than this letter as evidence that I am still needed out here. I am whole now, yes, but I have a history in these lands. I must stay to know where I fit in.
Please do not worry for me,
Henri
The letter lies unfolded as Henri withdraws his notebook, flipping to a page that had been left with only a question before.
The Plane of Fire
Why does it feel so familiar?
Why does it feel so familiar?
Underneath, he writes a short note in careful, precise script:
Mister took me to the City of Brass to create a hole in reality. Astaros removed my memory of this event as Mister's request.
Henri flips to the next page, one that is a bit older. He reads the current entries as he draws more ink into his quill.
The Infinite
The Infinite Staircase
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? Gerhard
|
Grandmother
|
Gentleman
| \
Mister Andromeda
| \
? Gerhard
|
Grandmother
|
Gentleman
| \
Mister Andromeda
Next to Gentleman, he adds another entry, adding a quick stroke to connect the name to Grandmother.
Pantos, The Navigator.
And underneath Pantos, one more:
Henri.
The page is flipped, and a heading is added with notes beneath it.
The Primordials
Astaros, Plane of Fire
Magdara, Plane of Lava
Magdara, Plane of Lava
The notebook snaps shut, and Henri tosses it onto the desk, creasing the corner of the letter he had written to his Father. With an exasperated sigh, he leans forward to smooth the corner back out. It's quiet in his room at the Four Fair Winds - without the steady scratch of his quill on parchment, the only sound is that of the last few revellers in the tavern below.
He runs his hands though his thick black hair, tossing it out of its shape. He shakes his head, and with a lean forward, blows out the candle.