The next month in Fellhaven was very busy. My share of the reward from the temple raid went towards restorations, but it was not Bahamut who caused me to lend my aid. Though I have held a strong reverence to the platinum dragon god since my studies as a younger lad, it was Sehanine that reached into my soul to show me the answers. She has blessed me before in my life.
I was born in the Feywild. Assisting in my delivery was an Eladrin cleric of Sehanine. Customary during these sorts of things, the cleric drew cards to determine if fate was in my favor to receive the touch of Sehanine. The cleric was quite excited, because in all her decades in the service of the goddess, she had never drawn the one combination required for the blessing, and it had never been bestowed upon a boy child, or a gnome before. The chances of drawing that combination are 1 in about 2 million.
Sehanine does not forget her blessed children, and because of our recent deed to halt Tharizdun, her attention was turned to me particularly. It was a great time in Fellhaven. I felt the silvery moonlight comforting me nightly and the company of friends and the feeling of accomplishing something great for the town during the day. There was, however, another source of my happiness. Since taking back the temple, Heddro had really changed. He was actually helping out to restore it, without regard for payment. His work ethic had extended into volunteer work, not just the dedicated mercenary work he had been known to pursue.
My life was still a bit of a secret. Heddro would only get to see Lola on the days when the cards favored it, and the rest of my friends would have ridiculed me to no end for the feelings I had. It was very much a double life. I played it safe with Lola, making sure she didn’t let herself get too involved, and even safer with Tock. In fact, apart from stopping to appreciate a young hard-working man rebuilding a temple to Bahamut in the hot sun, Tock generally showed little interest.
On those days, I found myself working with priests and dragonborn alike, as I helped them draft proposals to the library in Wyrmhaven for good books for the new temple. We discussed which books would be a good start, which ones were worth having scribed for the collection, and going through donations from various private collections to determine the books that did or did not belong in a temple to Bahamut. A stack of books got thrown out that clearly did not belong, but I quickly snatched them up. I could not make out a few of them, as they were written in a language that I had not studied, but I did find one particularly handy reference on oozes.
The temple was coming along nicely and the town was seeing alot of new business as travelers actually stopped for a while now between Monolith and Woodwell.
Kriv gladly helped with the restorations, Iceborn helped because there was an opportunity for renown, and Cherry helped sample the vintage to be sure everything was up to standards. Things were great in Fellhaven. To further add to the warmth of accomplishment, a letter arrived from the university in Wyrmhaven. It was Herrick congratulating us on our recent coup. He was doing well, and had reached the university with no trouble. “The Eye of Tharizdun is closing and leaves the sky once more.” As the letter was being written, people were working hard to utilize the dragon eggs for the purpose of forging weapons capable of defeating Tiamat. We had seen nothing of the dragon goddess for quite a while, and apart from the cult’s interest in the eggs, Tiamat and Tharizdun seemed to have separate agendas.
Things were well in order and looking bright for Fellhaven. Until the day that everything we knew turned upside-down.
