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“No! Careful” I screamed. Reaching out, my fingers so short I barely caught his coattail in a desperate reach. The Mi’qote, oblivious to the danger bumped the dusty bottle heedless of the danger that lay within reach.

Time seemed to slow as the vessel tumbled from it’s shelf, over into the empty air and down to the ground. It shattered, as centuries-old ceramic often does.

The magic was quick. Had I not been watching I would never have noticed the change, but the Mi’qote rapidly shrank from what was before quite tall to something much closer to the ground. His scream rose in pitch as the form shifted and the voice followed suit.

Moments later I was eye-to-eye with my new adventuring companion, once a Mi’qote of orange fur and lithe tail, now a Lalafell with distinctively Dunesfolk features.

Between bouts we made new friends. Fellow adventurer’s in search of a little splash of glory. I had barely caught their names when we were called to the arena once more.

The battles were fantastic, the engagements captivating and we gave our all. Victory was ours and wasn’t in all the numerous occasions. I’ll always remember these days as some of my fondest memories. Before it all changed.

I was having a momentous day. New hairstyle, that is turning heads and amusing the masses. New clothes that is keeping me sharp and qualified.

But that didn’t devalue my skill in healing, weaving incantations to mend wounds or flay enemies. The Silver Lady guided us into realms on the edge of madness but we prevailed. I was certain of this, she smiled and brought cookies to commend our victory.

I met a new friend. We didn’t say much but she seems interested in joining me.

A lalafell like myself though I think perhaps a forest-kin, not one of my desert people. No matter, friends are friends regardless of stature or origin.

I was beside myself with a curious notion of apathy. Carbuncle wasn’t any help and no matter how I approached the situation I was left talking to my conjured friend.

At the behest of the Silver Lady I followed her into something she called World of Darkness. It didn’t go well..

We survived and triumphed, but it wasn’t a smooth adventure as one might hope.

With the last mutterings of my incantation Carbuncle appeared from the air before me. Refreshed and renewed and ready for the day ahead he chirped his approval.

“What adventures shall we get up to today, my friend?”

I sensed an indifference in my companion and so I left it to myself to consider for a while. “We should hunt!” I shouted, after a moment.

Hours later, laden with snacks from the Lady of Silver, I crossed the waters into over the Fringes. The hunt-master in Rhalgr’s Reach was out but one of his assistants was very forthcoming with information on what beasts were most plentiful and causing the greatest turmoil. And so we flew over the hills and peaks looking for our elusive prey.

Nestled near along the ravine we found the first of our quarry.

An ornery mountain goat plundering grasses need by grazing livestock and foolishly harassing passing travelers on their way to Peering Stones. As I slew the third and last of my listed prey I noted a curious greyness enter the air. I wasn’t immediately suspicious but I picked up the pace and hoped to be back near a warm fire before an unpleasant chill settled in.

I wasn’t having the best of days. Powerful magicks had captured me.

Today just wasn’t going my way..