[Animayhem]

At her desk in her home in Tyraturos, Caramiriel takes out her journal and writes. She decides since she is no longer of the legion that green ink should be her color.

" It seems we have entered an time of limitations. A spell was cast effectively decreasing the power levels of those of the arcane and divine, the common person and even the red wizards. I had just barely began to master the higher forms of druid shifting and spells associated with the same. I now only am able to cast spells of the seventh circle, change into the basic animal forms and the wyrmlings. As in the time of no magic, the wizards are more angry if Omnipotence Thrune is any indication. How many of Zulkirs were affected if they were is not known and nor would I expect it to be public knowledge.

Rumors had been flying about as to who could have been behind the action. Myself and others finally a clue, a piece of the puzzle. I was in Tyraturos when all of the sudden I felt an unusal sensation of illness beyond that of normal. It was tinged with magic. I blanked out for moment and found myself in an undeground cavern. I was quickly joined by Daeris, Kallien,Aerik, Maia and Maera. It was determined we were in caverns underneath Eltabarr. We fought our way through a myriad of creatures until we got to a platform with a strange object on a pedestal.
Getting a closer look it was determined that it was the Eye of Vecna. A few moments later we experienced a vision which formed around the pedestal.
It was a woman and a hooded man which were later to be determined as the Simbul and the god known as Velsharoon. They both seem to have a dislike of Thay and the Zulkirs. Apparently adventures were duped into retrieving the Eye which was then used to reduce those across the boards who were deemed to powerful. As suddenly as it appeared, it disappeared and then we were attacked by a horde of shadows of different sizes and stengths. After some time we realized they were coming from the pedestal so we decided that half would fight the shadows and the other half would attempt to destroy the pedestal. After a hard fought battle on both fronts we prevailed.

Trying to find our way back up to the sewers and then out proved a difficult battle.
We were are tired naturally but our determination to get back up to the city, gave us the energy we needed. We defeated all in our path except one, a dragon creature possibly a form of golem and extremely dangerous. Once we got up and out we debated on whether or not to go back and try and defeat the creature as many adventurers are sent to the sewers on quests. We decided since none of us were residents of Eltabarr nor in the legion, we would tell Brandon who was currently one of the tribunes.

We decided to go to Tyraturos and when we got there luck was with us as Brandon happened to be there. Daeris, usually calm, was very aggitated and wanted to try and resolve this as soon as possible. Although there were a few public places what needed to be discussed was not for all ears. I offered to have it at my home which recently was finished.

Aside from the fighting party, Brandon and the half orc named Hirt was there as well. After brief interductions Daeris related to Brandon what had happened and he agreed something needed to be done. We all said we would give him support if able when the time came.

The main concern we all had was who transported us and who called the vision? Where we still being watched and were we now targets?"

Finishing her glass of wine, Caramiriel closes her book and heads to bed.