Slow and Silent

Before joining the others I searched every hall and room for my old blade, the sword of Celebsarn. The three decided to join the fight without me in the beginning, as it would take me some time to find the elvish weapon. But against our enemies, I had to have it if I could.

Once I came to the highest room however, I saw not the Wolf, at least from my position in the far back. Then, noting that Duindos seemed to be doing well against his current opponent in the moment, I decided to first scout elsewhere, mainly outside, deeming that Alestair could’ve escaped from the center of the battle. Not long after I came outside though, I heard a rumbling from within Draugmir, and parts of its walls began to move and crumble. Out came first two people, the elf Colerelle and apparently the sellsword Kaiell. But more than a dozen seconds later, along with a couple others, I finally saw the traitor, Alestair Wolf... or what was left of him. I immediately started towards him with my blade ready, and almost unexpectedly he ran from my direction like a coward. He was fast, but I kept going. Fortunately, I was joined by Lomiphell, who luckily came out unharmed by any of the crashing stone.

The two of us hunted the Wolf until we came to the edge of the island where he had begun to take a rowboat across the water. We followed nonetheless despite this disadvantage. Yet, we were not the ones lacking the most. Alestair’s paddle hit hard, but it was no match for my silver blade which eventually struck him from behind as Lomiphell distracted him. I knew not for sure if he still had the Stone’s power, but I reckoned not (or not completely) for it seemed my blade acted as but an ordinary weapon against him. Regardless, soon enough the boat was tipped, and Alestair disappeared under the dark water only to reemerge elsewhere unseen. Lomiphell and I, now standing in shallow waters, searched through the winding paths of the tall reeds and plants, dark and quiet in the night, with my silver blade glinting in the beauty of the Moon’s light.

After some time of swiping through plants and careful listening, Lomiphell strode and swam back to the higher ground of the island, peering down from there with her daggers ready to throw. With some luck, Lomi was successful and Alestair was soon drawn out into a clearing where he was ultimately defeated and brought onto dry land. We were then also met by Duindos, who repeated his order of taking Alestair prisoner, as foolish as I thought that to be. Considering everything, Lomiphell and I both would have perhaps swiftly relieved the Wolf’s body of his poisoned head, had it not been for this. Deeming that the elf had hopes for a cure of the man’s mind — and was perhaps clouded in reason due to a past friendship — I stood stubbornly for a while, questioning the old warrior. Despite his usual calmness, he was riled by my slow obedience, but unlike Lomiphell, I’m no official member of the order under him, as he may have forgotten. Nevertheless, after I forced some answers out of him (concerning the Cargul and the Stone) I continued on and fulfilled his commands...

The Stone’s power is indeed no longer held by Alestair, which only reinforces my belief that his heart was dark from the beginning. Apparently, from what I have gathered so far from the others, the Stone is back in its original form due to the efforts of the Angmarim, and seems to have been picked up by Colerelle in the end. And according to Duindos’ knowledge the Cargul was defeated, or at least is no longer bound to Alestair’s bidding due to the Stone no longer in his possession.  

However, this isn’t over yet. The Wolf must be heavily secured and guarded despite how small our numbers may be now (even with further aid from allies)… Questions must be answered for sure… And we must be watchful both outside and within.

If the others grow too slothful or insensible, perhaps I’ll act myself, or with only those I truly trust, few though they may be.

Edhelfaron wouldn’t have been so over-confident, or so focused as to be blind to what matters most. He often saw and noticed something no one else did. Sometimes it was small and simple... but sometimes it was the most important piece of the puzzle. That’s one of the things I admired about him.

If only he were here.