The Diary of Fenya Nianne(All passeges are witten in a flowing elvish font)
I suppose I should begin this record of myself with the fact that it was through the words of a friend that I write these words in the first place. I have never been one for discipline, or words with the exception of music and to be honest, I do not think my experiences or knowledge will be that helpful to anyone else. I have lived my life thus far as a traveling musician, having been formally trained Sildeyuir as a Dirge. The position itself had some appeal to me, being the one responsible for helping ferry the spirits of the fallen into the next life through song and instrument, as well as providing solace and comfort to the ones who mourn. But my friends said I had something called a “free spirit”, and I would not let myself be bound to live out a life as long as mine trapped in the Sildeyuir. Though it was home, it also felt like a prison of sorts.
So I left. Setting out on my own as a young elf lass I travelled to the city of Neverwinter with nothing but my performance skills, my sense of humor, and a longbow. There, I quickly made friends among the local elite, and in no time at all had become court Jester to the high nobles of their society. This was fulfilling for a time, but again, I felt the need to wander. This time, the call came to me in a dream to go east, farther even than the Yuirwood. That my path still lay somewhere that direction. So again, I set out, taking the time to stop by my home in the Sildeyuir and visit my family before continuing onwards. But it seemed the roads I should travel were meant to be elsewhere, as I walked one night a great mist surrounded me, lulling me into a sleep and when I woke I found myself in a new land. A strange, terrifying, and harsh new land.
The locals call this place Barovia, which I think to mean crap hole in their language. It certainly feels that way. Magic is mistrusted, the guards are power mad enough to make a Banite blush, and I am not only mistrusted and hated because I am an elf, but also because I am something called an ‘outlander’. I certainly feel like I am from other lands than here.
I have made friends and allies in the short time I have been here. Even had a poor fellow make a pass at me (I had to cut the poor boy down like wheat ready for harvest), but still, as the days pass I begin to feel more and more like an outsider.
If there is anything I do know, it is that music cures all that ales you. I shall endeavor for now to simply spread that message through my instruments.
~~ Fenya ~~