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)”
Lessons
Evening approached in the hamlet of Rowyn Port and the small village’s heroes found a comforting rest from their adventures in the west. Comforting, that is, for all save one.
Resting in her bed, Inylene’e found it easy for the dream world to take her. She was tired but comfortable in her new home, so it didn’t take long for the dreams to appear. As sleep took her, to Inylene’s surprise, she was visited by a friend she hadn’t seen in years. Still wearing the battle-worn armor of Avonian legionnaires, Inylene’e watched as Val moved toward her. Continue reading “Lessons”
To Roland from Portreaux
Emmeline took the first opportunity she had to stop and write an update for her Baron.
To my dear Baron Roland d’Uzec, my Lord and Liege, Wise Defender of his realm, and master of my heart,
I hope this day finds you well and the realm healthy and vibrant. Please know how much it means to me that you have taken time away from your many duties to attend this letter and hear me report to you events that relate to your daughter the Lady Rivanon as well as the ongoing mission that has torn me from Uzec. Continue reading “To Roland from Portreaux”
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)”
Winter Is Coming
Lady Rivanon had asked Emmeline to delay departing even further than the two days the Baron wished, and after some discussion Emmeline had agreed. Something political was going on behind the scenes with Rivanon darting around the countryside back and forth to Derrien. Emmeline knew of a bit of it with her conversations with the Baron, but little in detail. Rivanon had basically for the last ten days been missing from Emmeline’s presence, and save for a brief time at the Glade and when she arranged for armor, they had spoken little. Continue reading “Winter Is Coming”
A Visitor and a Friend
The Uzec Temple was small, but beautiful. The High Priestess with the Baron and other locals support were doing their best to upgrade it and the local shrines as well. Tiffanie could see why Jocelyn was reluctant to leave. Over a hundred clerics, deacons, lay clergy and others throughout the barony depended on her presence now that the old priest was gone. It was a huge responsibility. Supplicants came daily and kept Jocelyn very busy. Continue reading “A Visitor and a Friend”
A Second Dream
With a letter sent off to Primel, Jocelyn and Typhon planned their trip to Derrien. As the evening wore on, the Temple bells rang. Jocelyn kissed Typhon on the cheek and Typhon kissed Jocelyn’s hand, and they parted. Typhon knew the Sister needed to prepare her Temple for evening prayer.
Typhon had learned that all the rage, both his, his spirit totem, and even Khord’s were calm when Jocelyn was there. With her absence, the rage returned, and like before she sat on edge, like bonfire ready to consume everything around her. Rumors of bounty hunters returning to find her had reached Typhon’s ears. Between that and the Tyaanite enemies, nothing felt truly safe – save when she heard Jocelyn’s voice. Continue reading “A Second Dream”