We entered the capital city of Allister without incident. After a day’s worth of travel, we made it to a suitable inn and rested for the night. We accompanied Jig to the temple of Kord and returned that evening to rest. The next day marked the end of our heretofore uneventful venture into the city. We found someone who looked like Reggie, which was good. Ashleigh found out that he could remove the curse; which made me even happier. There was a catch, though. First, we had to build Ashleigh an altar in order for him to cast the spell. Secondly, no one was exactly sure what kind of side effects there would be. Anything from absolutely fine to near death. In the midst of all this, I found out something that tilted my world on its axis; never to be quite the same again. I am pregnant. I laughed it off as a joke at first; Alanna said that she had cast a spell that told her so and advised me not to undo the curse quite yet, so that it would not affect the child. I had never heard of such a spell and had never seen her cast said spell on me. But it turns out that she had known for awhile. While practicing her new druidic spells she was learning, she went through one that detected pregnancy and cast it on everyone in the party to practice. When the spell she cast on me came back positive, she had cast it again to ascertain the results. She even checked me again that night to make sure. It was true. I am very much pregnant. My relationship with Jericho, though strong, is still very new. I’m worried and not sure how he’ll take the news. I’m not sure yet how I feel about the news either. I know the baby will be a blessing and that life should be celebrated. I’m in shock over becoming pregnant at such a young age though; barely two hundred! And elven pregnancy is much rarer an occurrence than it is for the other races. Such a thing happening so quickly shocked me greatly. I took time that night, however, to look deeply into myself and find my center again. No matter how it had happened or the unnerving surprise of it all; I would find Jericho, would find where the group from Sabwa had made their home, and I would tell him what was going on. If it meant that my curse was with me a few more years, then so be it. I would find a way to undo it once the baby was born. Even if Jericho had come to regret the decisions of the two weeks we had been together, I would love the baby more than ever. I could return to Corindan to raise the little one. And if he was happy with what was going on, that was all the better. We had a family already started. Everything would be alright.
The next day, Alanna and I made a trip to a place that sold spell scrolls to search for a message spell. Though costly, it allowed us to communicate twenty-five words to Marius and have him reply in 25 words back. The downside was that we found out that Marius was trapped in the Shadow Plane and that the group had been separated. My thoughts immediately turned to Jericho and his safety. We sent another spell to Jericho and found out that he was with Logan, trapped in the Ethereal Plane. At least he was safe and Logan was alive and mending. He also told us that there was lots of grass around him and to look for the Phoenix Tree. I looked down and noticed my necklace glowing brightly. We sent Jericho one more message telling him where Marius was and that I was okay. I also sent him my love; for who knew how long it would be before we could communicate again. Jericho sent a reply saying to rescue Marius first, as the Shadow Plane would kill him. He said that he and Logan had plenty of supplies. His last words were “Nothing could stop my love”. A small, broken piece of myself that I wasn’t aware still existed snapped back in place. I felt tears welling up behind my eyes and struggled to control them as the necklace I wore began to attract attention because of how brightly it was glowing. I vowed to myself that, whatever it took; no matter how long it took, I would find Jericho and the others. Suddenly the curse and all that went with it, all the petty things I had been stressing over for the last few weeks didn’t matter at all anymore. I had found what truly mattered to me. I would find Jericho; would free him and the others or, by the gods, I would die trying. Alanna and I made our way back to the inn to bring the disturbing news we had uncovered to Jig and Ashleigh and to make some decisions about where we wanted to go next.