Elvara Tuhr's Journal

Elvara Tuhr - p. 8

What a joyous day it was yesterday. Thestra saw the formal introduction of the new Prince, Garus. Their Majesties, King Horus Targonor Furth and Queen Annabelle stood upon the Grand Balcony while their herald proclaimed the name of the royal heir. Milus and I were near the back of the crowd and could not get a good view of the babe. The celebration continued well into the evening and night. We attended the Guildmasters Feast. Perhaps I had a bit too much to drink as I accepted Milus' offer for a dance. Somehow I just can't find a reason to regret that.

Elvara Tuhr - p. 13

Mother and I were finally able to find the perfect gift for Constance. I was worried. We had visited shop after shop over the past few weeks and had been disappointed each time. This morning, we visited the stalls set up in Market Square before heading to the temple. In one of them, there was a talkative shopkeeper from Willowroot who, after describing the locket and chain we were looking for, assured me he had the ideal one. He was right. Mother quickly haggled the price. She loves bargaining so.

Elvara Tuhr - p. 16

I had this conversation with Milus this morning. He is insistent that we should stall during the market days. His blades certainly show fine craftmanship and have been fetching a pretty sum when we have them for sale in the shop. His workmanship is much improved since he started in our forge. Milus has even cajoled Mother into not only volunteering to take the charge of all the planning for this new venture but also becoming the primary advocate. How he was able to do that, I have no idea but I can't deny it was effective.

Elvara Tuhr - p. 30

Milus has asked my hand in marriage. While It wasn't expected, it does cause me to reflect on the past. Clearly Milus was always more than an apprentice. For some time, we have been inseperable and I have found myself relying on his counsel. The way my heart quickens when I see him and the calm I find in his presence compelled me more than any sweet words ever could to accept his proposal. We are to be wed this springtime.

Elvara Tuhr - p. 46

This morning saw the entire Gold Eagle Brigade marching from Targonor. New reports confirmed that fighting has intensified south of Targonor. The King has ordered all available forces to defend the southern watch. Our forge will certainly be heated well into the night, as we have recieved an order for additional blades to outfit a new brigade.

Elvara Tuhr - p. 51

The city is in an uneasy and anxious mood. Constance arrived in tears this morning after Kestrich informed her that three brigades were overrun just two days march south. Every public square and tavern is talking of evacuating and abandoning Targonor. Even this late in the evening, I hear the commotion of the tradesmen and families loading their wagons and pack animals as they prepare to head out through the Easter gate. Earlier tonight, I quenched the fire in the forge as Mother Milus and Constance began loading the tools into our wagon. The moment I placed the Anvil into the wagon, I felt the finality of the situation. Targonor will be no more. We leave with the artisan caravans for the highlands in the morning. However, I find myself unable to rest knowing the journey will be long and the uncertain future that tomorrow brings.

Elvara Tuhr - p. 54

We have arrived on the northern coast of the highlands. Our wagon has been overloaded as we assisted Mirdon Vinecobble, the tanner of Willowroot, who was the victim of a broken axle. He was forced to abandon many of the tools. We have setup a tent and have begun assembling a new small forge on which to work. Already, we are best with requests for new tools, repairs of equipment damaged, as well as for weapons

Elvara Tuhr - p. 58

Mirdon Vinecobble stopped by to say his thanks and his farewell. He is continuing o nto the lands of the Rindols. His wife is a distant cousin of Mara RIndol and they have been granted a small parcel of land to homestead.

Elvara Tuhr - p. 64

Terrible news reached us today. During the defense of Targonor, our beloved king was mortally wounded. The coronation of Prince Garus was performed hastily before he left Targonor. We all worry for our new king, especially in the face of this menace.

Elvara Tuhr - p. 70

The Royal contingent of architects and builders has finally arrived. By decree of His Majesty, all artisans and merchants have been ordered to assemble tomorrow morning. The general rumor is that the King is to arrive soon.

Elvara Tuhr - p. 74

The outpost on the bluff is to be expanded and improved upon. The new name of our refuge is New Targonor, named after our glorious capital that was so recently and so completely devastated. Our first new order, while under the guidance of the Royal Architect is to forge tools for building. I have no idea where we are to find all the resources to complete such a large order.

An interesting rumor is floating about of late.The Standard of Targonor, which was last seen hanging in its place of honor in the Great Castle of Targonor, is missing. It has not been seen in any of the wagonloads arriving from the west. Did someone steal it? I hope it didn't fall into the hands of the invaders. Whatever its fate, its absence is just one more reminder of what we have lost in our flight from out home.

Elvara Tuhr - p. 77

Among every storm, a moment of respite arrives. That is what we experienced today. Constance was married. Mother was beside herself with joy. Naglund is a good man and has agreed to assist in the smithy as soon as his enlistment is up. The wedding was not the same festive affair that it would have been in Targonor but the meaning of the ceremony was not lost on anyone. Perhaps life can go on ever after the upheavalwe have experienced.

Elvara Tuhr - p. 86

Wagon loads of iron have arrived, fresh from some stockpile of the Kingdom. The masons have begun building a stone wall around the entire bluff. This wall is much thicker than the wall of our forsaken Targonor. Perhaps it will be enough to hold back the legions should they come here. The outpost has also been a hub of activity. Each day, its central keep grows higher and larger, or at least appears to with all the commotion about it.

Elvara Tuhr - p. 101

Work has now begun on an inner wall. Thankfully, the demand for tools have subsided somewhat. Our stockpiles of usable iron are dwindling and new veins of ore have proven scarce. There has still been no sighting of the invaders. Our soldiers continue to watch the west vigilantly however, there have been no further incursions past the Beranid river.

Elvara Tuhr - p. 140-141

I worry about Mother. She spends most of her time away from the forge wandering the bluff and watching the sea. While I don't have the need for her assistance in the forge, her mood has turned more sullen. We have all been uprooted, our houses lost, our entire lives turned uncertain. I, too, worry about what is to become of us. All of us perched upon a rocky bluff overlooking the sea as a gull does upon its nest. Can we truly survive? I try to avoid looking at the sea. I know of nothing beyond the sea that can help us.

Elvara Tuhr - p. 204

Today marks the tenth anaverserary of our flight to New Targonor. When we arrived, there was no name for the small outpost perched atop the bluff. Now, we have a home nestled above our new smithy; a home on a street with many other homes and families just like ours. The market square has become a gathering place, just as it was in Targonor. And recently, and ambitious project was started, a library and guildhall for the Sages Arcane. There has been no sign of the legion that destroyed the walls of Targonor and forced us to flee. The patrols are still sent out to search for any sign of further invasion. Thus far, we appear to be safe in our new home.