.This is an account from His Lord and Gracious Magister Arian Aragorn Falstaff of the Isles of Sancrist to his Friend and comrade Lord Lorak WindBlade of Cloakwood.

Dearest Friend;

I fear that we have brought a curse upon our own heads. Times long past and friends forgotten have resurfaced, carrying with them reminders of those we left for dead. Beware Lorak, for she returns, the image of Andara, full of ambition and lust for all things magical, yet devoid of the naivite and capacity for love which once served as her sole protection against the temptations of evil. Do not let your eyes decieve you, for she is no longer the girl we once knew. Nor, do I fear, will anything prevent her from seeking out those who deserted her. Take heed Lorak...Andara has returned and K'os reigns supreme...cursed be our souls.

I am writing this to you in hope for understanding for what i have done to your fair Keep and honorable servents. I will begin at the point where Windblade Keep floated away from the unknown Crystal sphere, as i do believe you will let Lord Magellan, who is always interested in in our little adventures read this account.

This small Keep is a Magical Spelljamming vessal known for it's speed as well as it's near inpregnability, aptly named Windblade Keep it can hold a contigent of 200 men at arms with full servent quarters and Grand banquet hall. Through the Pholsigon we drifted, our long "holyday" in that Crystal sphere did nothing for the Castle's want to leave, but the mood got better with the fact that we were all heading home. We had abord Raze Crimson the legendary hero of Might, you might of read something about his sword the fabaled Weapon of Glory, Along with our mutual friend Lord Drakenor,Fury of Tempest.

Two weeks thru the strange swirling mists we traveled I had my entourage of mages taking shifts on the Helm to be ready in case of attack from Beholder slave barges or Those multi-tenticle faced illithid. My prepardness was an asset on the 17th "day" thru the Pholsigon. Three Illiathid ships decided that our small keep would be a feast and attacked. I teleported Lord Drakenor and 14 of my best fighters to the lead ship, needless to say i smiled with the thought of all that carnage the Fury of Tempest would be dealing to those hapless Mindflayers. My spells destroyed the second ship with the third quickly deciding that we were a bit too much trouble for them, they did recieve a few ballista bolts for there trouble though. The Holy Warrior and my fighters were retrieved from the Mindflayer vessal with only a few wounds and five boggle minded denizens of my (your) Keep. Several slaves were also brought over, the few lucky ones whose brains were not consumed, one in particular a Elven Wizardess by the name of Alchar'a. Why i am writing of her will be evident in the words to come ( I do not write of beautiful women often..although i do speak to you of such on occaision,... ah it is nice to laugh it makes the pain I have in my heart leave if not for fleeting moments) Alchar'a was of Magic ability that would astound even you my friend, her aptitude for it was unbelieveable her spells came out in a gesture and the hardest ones mere thoughts. What she was doing as a slave of those Mindflayers she never told me for she didn't remember.

Several Days later a Strange occurance happened while trying to enter the Stargate to the Cyrstal sphere of Torilspace. Whether it was something we were carrying or divine intervention at that point i did not know. While i was on the Helm with WindBlade Keep slipping thru the Gate something happened, i felt my skin move as if it were separte from me and detested to cover my body. Then a force of extreme pressure slammed into me and tore me off the Helm smashing me into the Keep's granite wall (I thank the gods for allowing their servents the ability to heal, for without them I...we would have never survived the onslaught of magical energy) I awokened three days later in the hands of Alchar'a, she and Lord Drakenor had nursed me back to health. I still felt like i was turned inside out but i was alive. Alchar'a was wounded in the occurance(if it could be called such).The rest of the keep fared better except for my entourage of mages, seven died instantly from shock, three the next day and two are left catatonic. Our priest in the Keep said there was nothing Tempest could do for them, Solace ForestBright, Jal QuickSpell, Zasterson and many others that we knew, all dead. Our guardian JackelHead(this is the Keep's Iron Golem who has an obsidian head in the shape of the old god Anubis)has been inactive since we passed thru the Gate.We drifted Thru Torilspace for another day before i could fix the Helm, i had only three mages left...we buried the dead in the lower crypt and i wept for the loss of such fine people, you know as i that they were not real tears but it was the proper thing to do. I slept little the next week as we neared Toril, it would of been nice to relax on the shores of the Swordcoast, drinking dwarvenAle and climbing the cliffs but that was not to happen.

The view of Toril from space always astounds me, we neared the beautiful blue planet and began our descent just south of Waterdeep keeping to our hidden areas as to not frighten or alarm any one to our prescence. The crew was in dire need of shore leave, little did we know that our lovely planet was something entirely different then we had left it. I sent a small patrol of horsemen(I created mounts with my spells there is no room abord for filthy animals as such.)to check the surroundings and see if we were to have any trouble. I donned the Cloak of Flying and cast a Spell of Teleportation to appear above the Grand City of Waterdeep. My shock was heartstopping, I was overcome with astonishment that the once beautiful city was half gone. I looked for familiar surroundings just in case i had teleported to the wrong place but Mount Waterdeep loomed there still, looking down at a ravaged City. A Ship was moored up against one of the buidings in the Dockward, the shoreline of Waterdeep was now 1/4 of league in land. There I spied a large group of warriors battling on the Wharf(or what was left of it) the fighting was intense, I became Invisiable and swooped down to investigate( I apoligize to Lord Magellen, I was stating the spells I cast as if talking to a lesser mage I will no longer do this as i know you are of Magical ability on par with me and Lord Lorak). Some forty Elves battled against what looked to be two dozen Guards of Waterdeep....i was confused The banner of Evermeet rippled in the wind above the Elven longboat, Evermeet and Waterdeep were allies what has become of our fare city if not the whole northern hemisphere. I quickly dispatched a series of spells to halt the fight and disperse both parties...this was done in moments and the elves battered and defeated left in there longboat. The remaining guards gathered the belongings of the dead and to my utter disgust slew the wounded, this was not the place I knew.

I stayed with this barbaric troop for several hours before returning to the Keep and this is the information that i uncovered.......

This "Toril" as i know it not to be the one i Frequent, is in termoil the proud and just Lord Khelben Blackstaff is a Tyrant who rules over Waterdeep, quite the opposite of the one we know. The Isle of Evermeet is full of cannibalistic and warmongering Elves oh it get's better my friend. Apparently the Overlord of Waterdeep Blackstaff, rules from the undermountain where his abode is, the Elves have tried many times to destroy the City but each time they were repelled by the denizens of Undermountain, monsters of all sorts would come streaming out to destroy any invaders as well as destroying most of the City. ...I was followed back to Windblade Keep.............there is more to this story then what i have just told you.....

The Harpers are an Allegiance of Evil along with the Seven sisters they have waged war across Toril for centuries, not only does Lord Blackstaff fight off the Elves of Evermeet he has to battle with The OverLord Elminster the Shadow and the Lich Queen of Aglarond.........yes you heard that right Simbul the "LICH" the only things stopping Elminster and his minions is the Drow.....yes the Drow......here in this realm the Drow were not sent underground eons ago because of their Evil ways but because of their goodness.....and they have a leader.....Grimtrol Lord of Menzobearazan.....his compassion and Love for people of good has him called "Goldheart" this is very strange....oh the one who followed me was Storm Silverhand and three other Mages of great power..Harpers....they caught me by surprise  and smashed the Helm once again I awoken in here drained of magic and strength...I can use little of my magic since when it gains in power just enough for me to cast a spell it is drained from me as quickly as I breath in ......I can hear them talking and have gained a friend in here in the next cell....a Drow ........I warn you take care.....I may be able to send one or two more of these messages.......I do not know what their plans are but they do not bode well for me....I will talk to you soon my friend...."Sweet water and high Laughter to you".......or as the dwarves say "Axes high"

Lord Arian Aragorn Falstaff of a Dark Cell in Undermountain