Notes from the Desk of Dr. Arden Thatch
I have been perusing the journal that came with the copy of The Sacred Keystones that I found a few weeks ago, but even I must question its validity. The author claims to be Theathana Sirarin, the last known chosen of the goddess Alseta and possible associate of the Chosen Seven. Many of the stories found within its pages are incredibly detailed but oddly fantastical in nature and cannot be backed up by any other source that I know of at this time. I’ve searched the Society’s libraries and have yet to find a single piece of evidence to corroborate a majority of these stories.
For example, the journal details Sirarin’s childhood, but we have no other sources to establish any of the events as true. All that we can say is that we do know that Sirarin existed and was born in the port city of Greengold in Kyonin to merchant parents. That much we can gather from census records. After the family left the city, all records of them cease to exist until Sirarin’s name showed up again on the roster of a small, remote temple of Alseta. We have some documentation regarding an aunt, a bard associated with the Pathfinder Society, but she doesn’t appear in the journal at all. I can only assume, based on the timeline, that this aunt was deceased fairly early on in Sirarin’s life or wasn’t present in it at all.
The next documented account that we have of Sirarin is from her first encounter with Luciana Ardoc, from a fragment of a journal of Ardoc’s that had been recovered. After that, accounts of Sirarin have to be gathered from folk tales, songs, and brief accounts of people associated with the Seven in some way or another. We do have some more writings of Ardoc’s that mention Sirarin, penned under the title of Sorshen, however the difference in handwriting leads me to believe that these were either dictated to a scribe by Ardoc or were forged entirely.
That’s not to say that the stories found in the Sirarin journal aren’t interesting. If we again refer to the account of Sirarin’s childhood, it states that, though she was born to Elven parents, she lost them fairly young in life and was instead raised by a human woman called Sophie. It’s unclear exactly how this Sophie came to be Sirarin’s guardian or who the woman really is. If she was important outside of Sirarin’s life, her legacy has been lost to time. We get no details regarding where the pair resided outside of a description of a wheat field and a yearly spring festival, but there are many places that once existed that could fit the bill. Looking at it from a more literary perspective, this does serve to set Sirarin up as a typical everyman style of hero. Much of this journal would serve better as a work of literary fiction rather than as a primary source from the era of the Seven.
On a more personal note, I do particularly enjoy one of the stories that Sirarin writes about from her childhood. On page [A page number was referenced here, but it seems that a stain of some sort — perhaps a partial ring from a coffee cup? — has made the number difficult to read] …the journal, Sirarin mentions that as a child she was gifted a wooden toy sword by Sophie. She seemed particularly fond of the toy and would use it against a scarecrow that had been set up in the wheat fields. Through the imaginative eyes of a child, the scarecrow would become all manner of foe, from an evil king to a vampire spawn, and Sirarin would take up the mantle of hero to defeat them. This story feels almost prophetic at moments, especially if one chooses to read the rest of the journal as fact rather than fiction.
I admit, a part of me does hope to one day be able to verify the information found in these pages. Some of the later accounts, such as an adventure beneath the city of Kaer Maga where Sirarin claims to have been rescued by the Seven, could provide vital clues into some of the mysteries surrounding these legendary figures. If the journal is truly written by Theathana Sirarin, then we would have a primary source from an associate of the Seven that would add more credence to the idea that they were, in fact, the heroes I believe them to be rather than villains that others choose to see them as.