Set to parchment this 15th day of Uri, in 1332, the year of the Standard…
It is a terrible thing when comrades turn against each other. That Ryn chooses to become an assassin and take cheap pay to slay Sir Laeder and Lady Aislyn is beyond understanding. He works for those that he once gives word to slay, the orcs. He takes their corrupt coin, for what? Riches win out over what old friendships stand for now? That Ryn loses a gift is one consequence, but upon his raising, the forsaken elf does not use well the chance the maker has given him, he does not renounce evildoing, but chides the team, and those he was sent to kill, threatening them anew. I do not relish Sir Laeder’s position as to what to do with the darkly turned Ryn.
My personal feelings aside, I wish to report that the team is now working together in a fairly well-oiled fashion. They are not beyond certain questionable methods when a task is put in front of them. Case in Point: When attempting to confront Ryn at his home, they did not hesitate to forcibly enter the place. They are risk-takers and know how to weigh the consequences of their actions. Or at least that is how it seemed to me. No doubt, they will be useful in the future, having cut their teeth well on this mission.
I must relay some issues of concern, only two small issues, regarding the team’s actions. Let me rephrase this, regarding their choices and leadership issues. Firstly, Father Calen continues to be offended by the Oracle Iz’Alma’s questionably derived talents. He chooses again and again to see her art as necromancy, and up until now seems willing to turn a blind eye to it. I fear that a time may come where a decision must be made, however. Calen is worth his weight in gold, for the team. Yet this narrow attitude is driving a wedge between not only himself and Iz’Alma, but the team as a whole. He is of a personality where words and council may prove ineffectual with him, for his faith and beliefs are set in the proverbial stone, as it were.
The second issue revolves around collateral damage. The team seems more than eager to take whatever means they find necessary to accomplish their goals. While this is at times admirable, they soon might find themselves in no little amount of hot water. For examples, when finding himself unable to get directly into the fracas with Ryn, the barbarian Cian sets himself to bashing apart the walls of the inner shrine, in order to facilitate his joining the battle. Also, little Falko has a keen taste now for using Ionian fire, and does not hesitate to do so indoors, in the shrine, the very flammable wooden-structured shrine. His excuse was thus… He knows Father Calen commonly carries the blessings of water creation, so knew that any fires would soon be extinguished. The halfling’s fire itself does little harm to the shrine, but the subsequent water damage will be costly, and for a brand new shrine whose Slylark’s Wings surely have not the funding for repairs. These callous actions, for wanting to simply be a part of the “fight”, show a rash eagerness, folly of thought, and bring a carelessness to the Project that may not prove them to be the fit we were hoping. I think this bears watching closely. We would not want such carelessness to prove consequential in damaging property or worse, the very artifacts they will be sent to retrieve.
In closing, I am grateful to watch this group bloom. I try to keep my personal feelings in check. They are potentially a very strong team, but if their flaws are not seen to, and seen to soon, they may indeed have a poor future with our association. It makes me chuckle, how much they remind me of the centauri, always trying to bully or push through problems. But this team does think, perhaps they even overthink. It is when combat is upon them that they must all insist upon joining the fray, as if the hard work leading up to the fight is all a mere preliminary to taking down the foes. And yes, in retrospect, I do see that as a prevailing attitude. Let us get this boring work done, so we can go bash in some heads. Or, let us prove that the person we think is the villain is indeed so, so we can get on with fighting them… now that we have a righteous excuse. Perhaps this lot would indeed be good candidates for that expedition south that you are planning. If that will be so, I humbly request reassignment. The insects and heat down there are too much for this little body to bear.
Every your servant,
Master Ervain of Littlehollow,
Chronicler at large.