At the Temple of Winter, Spring and Fate

The Temple of the Three was an ancient place. Once it had been dedicated to old gods long forgotten, but in days past, the ruin was repaired by the Winter Sisters, a group of cloistered retired priestesses of the Three (the Dreigeist, Gond, Krag, and Ilmar). It was a holy place, where the Valan were selected and the Priestesses trained in the ways of the gods.

It was here that the party brought Vala Mathildë, who inspired by whim of Gond, the fate of Krag, and the rule of Ilmar, asked the Priestesses to switch her fate and that of the young Thora, sister of Typhon Ni. And so it was done, and for a short time sister and brother were reunited.  Continue reading “At the Temple of Winter, Spring and Fate”

The Slave Situation

Elemix wanted the Dwarf to pay for what he had done to those slaves. He didn’t know how exactly, but he knew the Dwarf had to pay. 

When the rescued slave had fallen asleep, Elemix looked at each of his comrades in turn and said in a soft but serious voice, “Look, I am not saying we can rid this realm of slavery, but we can do something to help these particular slaves. We can also do something to ensure that evil sack of skin Dwarf out there pays for his brutality.”  Continue reading “The Slave Situation”

The Derrien Conclave of 447 (Part 5 – Conclusion)

Magus Elemix approached Magus Skona when an opportunity presented itself. “Magus Skona, would you be free to chat for a few minutes?”

“A few,” the gruff dwarf said. “What do you need?”

“Magus Titus recommended I speak to you about the possibility of transcribing a spell. I was hoping you might have the spell known as disguise self? It should hopefully help to mask my appearance and make it somewhat more difficult for people to track me on my upcoming expedition.” Continue reading “The Derrien Conclave of 447 (Part 5 – Conclusion)”

The Derrien Conclave of 447 (Part 4)

Alix responded, “We do not know for certain they are tracking you, the Aquila, or something else Magus. Whatever they are doing it is not terribly accurate as they must still search for you. Let us pivot then to the magic item you carry. Can you present it and give us a summary of its known history?”

Elemix did as requested. Stating first that he had for the most part kept it covered and hidden on his person virtually since discovering it, save for some time in Thalasa, while it was being researched and stored in the vault. Continue reading “The Derrien Conclave of 447 (Part 4)”

The Derrien Conclave of 447 (Part 3)

When the time came after dinner, Magus Lothiel approached Elemix. She was exquisitely beautiful but in a alien, almost unsettling way. Elemix had met few elves and she was the closest so far to the stories – a woodland being walking the line between the Otherworld and this one. She asked, “Magus Elemix I have heard all the stories and believe I know what to do; however, do you have anything to add or can you in addition smooth the path for my meeting the Baron of Uzec himself?” Continue reading “The Derrien Conclave of 447 (Part 3)”

The Derrien Conclave of 447 (Part 2)

With that dinner was called and Elemix ended up sitting near Vorn and Xavier, who carried on conversations. Vorn explained his plan to journey south. He and some old friends (as well as new ones) planned an adventure into the Southern Taurian Wilderness searching for some ancient Silurian outpost. Xavier’s winter was focused on early research on creating a mechanica, a steam-powered golum supposedly created by ancient gnomes. Neither had any problem with Elemix’s mission or goals, at least over dinner. Continue reading “The Derrien Conclave of 447 (Part 2)”

The Derrien Conclave of 447 (Part 1)

A cold October rain fell hard on Derrienport. The trip had been miserable, but finally he was almost there. While he was certain he was being watched, Elemix had not been attacked. Travelling with the Baron’s patrols and attaching himself to larger caravans had helped that he thought, but with fall ending and winter approaching, caravans would be few and far between. Continue reading “The Derrien Conclave of 447 (Part 1)”

The Wizards Tower

Two days after meeting with the Baron (See “Elemix Meets with the Baron Thread”), at the appointed time, Elemix met Master Stonesplitter. A tough old dwarf, he greeted Elemix at the city stables where they met. Elemix had the keys the Marshall gave him.

“You are the Magus, Elemix Dungaroon?” said the dwarf with a cheerful baritone voice. Continue reading “The Wizards Tower”

Letter to the group from Elemix

To: Lady Rivanon De Uzec, Witch Emmiline De Cerecy, & Sister Tifane of the Order of the Just.

I have been called to a Wizards Conclave in Derrian. It will likely take the better part of a week. As such, I do not wish to hold up your travels. Please proceed on to Portreaux and I shall meet you there at the Contessa estate as soon as I am able. I estimate travel there should take roughly 3 weeks so please look for my arrival in roughly 1 month. Continue reading “Letter to the group from Elemix”

Letter from Contessa Adela de Portreaux

My Dear Daughter and Grandson,

I hope you are well and look forward to your visit. I am writing to inform you that I have arrived in Portreaux. I also have the most wonderful news. A former paramour of mine, whom I was finishing up some sad business with; has changed his tune and asked me to marry him after all these years of estrangement. As dowager Contessa, I must of course get my stepson’s permission, but I doubt that will be an issue. It is a wondrous day! When you arrive, I shall introduce you to Count Robert Valois-Dinan, a younger son of a sub-branch of the Dinan royal house, but regardless a good man whom I had thought was lost to me.

Until we meet again,

Your mother and grandmother,

Contessa Adela de Portreaux, soon to be
Contessa Adela de Valois-Dinan né Portreaux.
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