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Jeargen's Journal

I don't think they even recognized me. At least, not consciously. Some, I think, are more aware than others. I'm not surprised. Brains never constituted a large portion of their power. At least I know now that it's really them. Several thousand years of effort and planning shall not be wasted, then. How wonderful it is when things work out.

It is amusing to note that I've missed them. I suppose, in a way, that I was a caretaker of sorts, though I'm sure they would dispute that. (Rhetoric, certainly, WAS a part of their power. I have never seen heroes given to such violent bouts of DEBATE!) There is no doubting the fact that I spurred them on to heights of greatness they would have never achieved if I had not been present.

I'm also quite certain that I won't get a thank-you from anyone. No matter. The prize is worth it. Worth even this small betrayal. I have told my master that we battle no longer for dominance, but for the right to lead. Some dragons, though will not listen, this one least of all...

This meeting did not occur in a fashion I would have planned, had I been given a choice. I was not, however, and so I made do. I had the Treekeepers take them in their dreams, and so smuggled them through the Astral onto the Surface of the Plane of Beginnings, far from the prying

I could tell that the First Garden and its demenses truly awed them, with its roiling clouds, and lava geysers. The majesty of Taaruun the Eternal Mountain, or the fury of boiling Manavathir, the Primal Ocean, is enough to impress anyone. At the Source, these icons represent Life incarnate. Their jaws hung open a good three minutes before anyone said anything.

I like impressing them, and of course it is MUCH easier now than it used to be. I must take every opportunity before time runs out. I actually hadn't realized how much I had been anticipating this ...

The Treekeepers kept their side of the bargain. They informed the Marks of the Voidstone weapon that is to be used against Jessa Windspear, and set the stage for my arrival and the tests that I would have for them. At this point, I was almost certain, but I needed to be sure of their identity. The fear that the Head Rootkeeper projected was most amusing. I wonder how much of it was real? Regardless, he delivered my message and hustled them back outside.

And so, like many of their other, more celebrated outings, this one began with a cave, leading into the depths of The Earth. This led, after awhile, to a small room where I had prepared mementos of some of my more favourite Exploits. (I'm sure I have the tourism guide somewhere that has the full accountings. Ah, no, I apologize. It was vaporized during our last meeting. Like so many other things). In the room I placed a nondescript wand, a plain shield, and a smooth black stone. I also placed 3 doors in the room, leading to various scenarios. I wanted them to feel at home.

Through one door was a tribe of troglodytes, living in a cave system. This, of course, was dealt with by the Wand, which had been enchanted to mimic that fateful blast of cold which wiped out another tribe so long ago. The mage, Labrinon, was able to resist my little trick, and so did not slaughter the troglodyte young which huddled in the back.

Through the second door was a small lair of beholders. There were 3 to be exact, and I got robbed on that transaction, let me tell you. Eye Tyrants are not known for their bravery. Suffice it to say that the shield protected the Companions from the eye rays, and there was no where to run. Instead of taking it like a ... a ... instead of doing what I PAID them to do, the cowards broke and gave up information. If I had not been so amused I might have gotten angry. I, of course, disposed of the beholders anyway.

The third door contained my final test - a Shadow Dragon, the spirit of the one they faced in the Depths of the Underdark on that far away plane. Of course, they are much more experienced this time around than previously, and so this battle, although worrisome at times, proved no match for them. I delighted in watching them in action, though I'm still not quite sure who is who ...

Regardless, at that point I was convinced. The time had come to reveal myself and provide them with the information they needed. I wonder if they have any idea what they are involved with. I wonder if they will EVER fully understand. I certainly hope not.

I stepped from my hiding place, and appeared to them in my favourite form - a human male with dark olive skin, jet black hair, dressed in black and tan. They still did not recognize me. Perhaps the symbol of Fafnir confused them. I think, though that they recognized the sound of my voice. I explained the situation with the Voidstone. The Rogues of Allesh-Gilliam, dupes that they are, have sent their assassins in armed with a weapon designed to kill demigods. I know. I designed it. I'm

And so that was the primary purpose for my meeting. I warned them that there was an El Sayal and a Greater Doppleganger on the loose in Torivale, and that the real enemy was the one they would normally trust the most. I almost broke out laughing when they took my cryptic remarks in stride. Honestly, adventurers have a very strange sense of perspective. I think that I was able to instill a sense of urgency in them, and I think Jessa Windspear will be safe. That is good.

Before I left them, however, I could not resist. I introduced myself, and made an offer.

"My name is Jeargan Wyrmsrider, servant of Fafnir. You still do not remember, do you? Would you like to remember, at least something? Know that it comes at a price, though. You must trade knowledge for knowledge."