We have arrived in Arengar, the capital of Andor, we being the heads of House Blackmoore. This currently consists of:
- Connor Blackmoore – Head of the house
- Jezebel Mallor – General
- Shar Greygash – Spymaster
- Myself – High Magister
They seem competent, but I’m unsure of General Mallor. There is something off about her, an almost obsession with death. The halfing, Mr. Greygash, seems stealthy. I was unable to find him, so I assume that means he has been successfully doing his duties. I know very little about Lord Blackmoore. He seems to be a man of honor, that is good… well good for me anyway. I find such things limiting, but working for a man of honor will do nicely.
Upon arrival, I noticed Lord Blackmoore slightly disappointed by the lodging we were provided. Most likely it was a slight to him from King Weimar. There seems to be a bit of tension between the two. On our way to see the king, I spied a most interesting curiosity.
A darkwood tree, famed to only exist within the Grunwald, under close protection of the elves stood on the castle grounds! I MUST HAVE IT.
It would do my research wonders, the way the physical form of it draws in and absorbs magic as another tree would absorb water. The curative properties exuded when it blossoms is also of interest. There apparently is proper tending that the court wizard learned from the elves, but that is no matter! I’m of the highest confidence I could figure such a thing out…
I digress, sadly my efforts to procure some were of no use. I applied my apprentice, Lilith, to the task, and she failed miserably. Lilith brought me to an abandoned warehouse on the warf, and instead of meeting the cities seedy underbelly, I found guards in disguise. This ban on learning they have is COMPLETELY ARCHAIC!
I will see that this whole ideology is brought to its knees. Withholding something so valuable from purchase through… laws is morally incomprehensible. It is as if they don’t wish for their society to grow and learn. Think of what could be accomplished if teams of researchers were set to the task of understanding this darkwood. The FOOLS that bar progress will be the first to be crushed under its bootheel!
I digress again. As I was being apprehended I managed to break a hole in the floor and fly to safety. I believe that some of the guards were about to drown, but Lord Blackmoore arrived and rescued him. My apprentice was seemingly rescued by Lilith, who, while disdainful, uncharacteristically did not intervene with extreme prejudice. I was ordered by Lord Blackmoore that night to not go out the following day, today. Now I have nothing to do except write this journal entry. What a waste of my time. The halfling is out galavanting at bars I imagine. Possibly meeting colorful characters like an exiled elf getting drunk and making friends… or at least something to that effect.