Greymalkin’s Story
During the two and a half day journey from Ashcombe to Aslain, Greymalkin does not seem himself. He is extremely solicitous of Robin, constantly making sure he is ok, has a good place to sleep, often insisting he ride, despite the fact that the group is moving quite slowly, and Greymalkin is already carrying more supplies than usual.
But it seems important to Greymalkin, and Robin waits for him to be ready to explain. Late evening of the second day, Greymalkin speaks:
“Robin. I should not have left you alone with those servants of Lord Umbraeth.” His voice growls when he says Umbraeth, with a low rumble, like he is thinking about ripping out his throat. “I fear his servants may have recognized me, and taken it out on you. I shall not abandon you again, like that.”
He pauses. “Let me explain. I have not spoken of my life before I met you, for it is difficult. But if you are facing Umbraeth’s servants, you must know.”
He tells you the following story:
“More than six hundred and fifty years ago, to the south, the Cloudspinner, Queen of Sunsets ruled the fey realm of Amberglow. How I wish I had seen it in those days. It is said to have been a land where the glorious colors of the evening sun turned the sky and the grass and the water and the rocks to ever-changing paintings.” He stops and shrugs in a way that points at his bright coloring. "It was a place aflame with color and joy, I am told. But she vanished - to where, no one knows - and the land decayed. The colors seeped out of it, and darkness and danger moved in. But not all was lost, for in pockets and hidden crannies, those loyal to the Cloudspinner kept hope alive. I was born in one of those pockets, known as the Refuge of the Gossamer Veil, in the days before the Great War, about 200 years ago. It was faded, but I was proud to be born there, to be the companion, advisor, and guide to my friend, Aelirios Sunblade, Guardian of the Gossamer Veil. Those were dangerous times, but ones of glory as well. The Sunblade and I flew amongst the clouds, defending our hidden home. But without the Cloudspinner, our borders were never safe. A day came when Lord Umbraeth, known as the Gloomshaper to some, grew greedy, and coveted our refuge.
The rains came first. The storm clouds raced over our home, blotting out the setting sun, and the endless cold rains dampened the spirits. Then came the thorny bushes, the cursed trees that walked."
He stops and ruffles his feathers in a way you have never seen, sadness and shame and despair all mixed together.
“We could not stop him. Aelirios fell. The Gossamer Veil fell. It all fell. I failed my duty. My wings were shorn. I lost hope.”
He pauses.
“Until I heard your calling in the darkness. A flare of daylight, driving away shadows. I felt the light of the Sunblade again. I felt my pride and purpose returning. Aelirios’ light back in the world! I sprung forth from my despair and found you, and I will not fail again!”
The determination fades a bit, and he returns to his normal self.
“I expect the Duskhound recognized me. Perhaps the hunter as well, although I did not recognize him. We fought bravely that day, Aelirios and I, and made them pay dearly for their victory, and they can’t have forgotten it.”