16th of Patchwall or Miracle Day + 97
Chistles Point -
The Matron walked down the streets in a hurry with one of her military advisors, she was looking over the latest reports
“So they refuse to engage huh?” the Matron asked scratching her chin
“Yes, 18 encounters with Devils, and after the third every time they see our people they turn and run, aside from a few random aberrant skirmishes things have been quiet” replied the young dwarf
“That’s good for one of us…” the Matron replied “The hospitals are at capacity, without the ability to magically heal, there is little we can do from those severely injured, and they live a tortured existence, we are nearing the point where I would recommend putting them down, but as Rehumes attempts have shown, that isn’t possible… all we can do is make them as comfortable as possible” the young dwarf shuddered at the Matrons words… it was one thing to know you couldn’t die, but the idea of living a tortured existence should something happen to you, made everyone think a lot more carefully about how they went about their jobs
“How are we doing with the new wing?” he asked, the Matron pointed down the road
“Should be up before Talib’s Day, that should make things a little more comfortable for our injured”
Hansel took another sample from a Troll volunteer… it was fascinating how could their genetic make up just stop working, all of the regenerative cells had ceased to function. This made them worse off than any other creature, for they could not heal naturally, and had the same limitations on healing powers, meaning a Troll who was badly injured may well be more tortured than any other in the A of A. He placed a drop of the liquid under his scope and stared, then turned and looked to Moredakka shaking his head, the results were the same, Grown Trolls or Natural Trolls; neither had any regenerative powers left. This also led to other interesting side effects. The key components in spells of regeneration were troll hair or a nail clipping. Now any potion where the components were collected post Miracle Day had stopped working, Hansel had had to quickly confiscate all potions of regeneration that worked, he could mimic them for extreme need, but he was the only one currently able to do this. he looked down the aisle of his lab/hospital, here were victims that could not be saved and were in extreme pain that magic was used to keep the asleep, or volunteers to aid in the research, every Wiziard, Wizard of Thay, Sorcerer, Alchemist and Cleric that Rehume had to offer had been placed under his direct command to oversee the research. He was now in daily contact with High Port, Chistles Point, Pelagius, Tukin and even Don-Ton (who had become surprisingly forth coming with their research efforts around day 40) all of them trying to figure out what was causing this, and how to abate, control or stop it. The Clerics had not been much help either, the gods still granted spells, but had become oddly quiet on this subject, 97 days in and he was no closer to solving the mystery than when he had started. He ran his hand through his steamy hair and sighed
Dwarven Prison, eastern shore of Rubicon River 214Km South East of Rehume
Azazial shadowed Selwyn as she paced the halls, Selwyn was always nervous when the Urgoshmen were in the field, yet the older Angel had convinced the worried mother and Queen to allow them to do their job. The Queen showing up in a minor skirmish would indicate to the enemy that there was greater importance to the area and lead to more activity their later, she needed to it happen, but that didn’t stop her from worrying.
“Have you read the letter yet?” Azazial asked, trying to distract her. Selwyn looked up
“No, it has Raven’s mark on it, what if he is informing me she’s dead? I couldn’t bare that?” Azazial looked at her with hard blue eyes
“Read the letter, we are creatures of truth, hiding from it will only make you ill” Selwyn sighed but nodded, her mother was right, she pulled out the wrapped letter and broke the seal, before them a shimmering image of Soshana appeared, it began to speak
Mother, I hope this reaches you well, and Yolonda to.
It has been too dangerous with the G’Mork to send written letter, Raven has instead crafted this device, once you have heard the message it will allow to share one with me, then it will leave and seek me out… don’t ask how, I don’t know.
It’s been departure + 215 days for us, I know not how long has passed for you, but Raven assures me that it is not yet Sunsebb there. I miss you both terribly, and have often thought of turning and coming home, but something sustains me, perhaps the knowledge that neither of you would give up until your mission was complete. We searched the realm of the purple buffalo to no avail, another piece that just sent us on to the next lead… now we search for the realm of Fantasia that contains the Swamps of Sadness, as yet we have not been able to get there. Raven suggested cutting through the Fey Realm, as he can better move and navigate through there and it is the easiest way for us to shift between planes. Here we have had some amazing adventures, some gleeful, some not.
Last month we became in entangled in a series of events that led to myself, Xillian and Raven being shrunken down to no taller than two inches. Here we found an entire little kingdom of fairies, imps, and pixies… our adventures led us into the realm of the nearby kingdom of the boggytes (also tiny) who hate the fairies and everything to do with love. We managed to stop a massive (or minnie) war by heading into the bog lands to rescue the Sugar Plum Fairy (she is the only one who can brew potions of love). Unfortunately in the rescue attempt an imp stole a love potion and went through the land causing no end of trouble by causing all kinds of strange creatures to fall in love. This was driving the bog king to near madness as he so hated love, that we was ready to execute anyone who came under the affliction of the spell. Luckily Raven found out that the reason the Bog King so hated love, and the Sugar Plum fairy was that he had once used the potion to cause the one he so lusted for to love him, and it did not work… you see the antidote to the potion is true love, and it will not work on one who loves another, but the Bog King did not know that and so felt that he was so hideous that nothing could love him, and planned to steal love from all others. Through a series of fantastical events all was set to right, with the Bog King falling in love (and having it returned) to a Princess from the Fairy Kingdom, now the two kingdoms are being joined as one… we stayed for the wedding and my was it a fabulous event, with singing and dancing and foods that I’d never heard of… Raven performed the ceremony; it was a wonderful break from our quest, but soon after we had to get back on the road.
Now we enter the caves of the dwarves of Kattegat; these are not dwarves such as father and those of Argyle, but fey Dwarves… the Bog King had told us that he had visited Fantasia once and had found entrance through these hallowed caves, apparently no one other than gods or dwarves are permitted to enter, else they may never leave… but Raven pointed out that the Bog King was neither and he made it through, so we are going to give it a try. I truly hope all is well with you two; I miss you both so much. Please give my best to Prometheus and let him know that I have a new riddle for him when I return.
Love you both
Selwyn looked up at her mother as the image of her daughter vanished, not knowing what to think of the latest report.
Hanzuki Island, 117 km south of Rehume
The Former Fire Lord Sinon Ignatus surveyed the island, it was not large, maybe 10 kilometers around, but it had a natural harbor, and the war effort required a supply station here. He had six hundred loyal persons who had deemed to follow him after he has stepped down from his post. With the moneys he had and resources at hand the War Council had agreed to let him set up the way station and take over the island so long as he could meet their deadlines. He found the prospect refreshing, it had been almost two decades since he had actually be able to speak with workers directly and manage a project, he found he had missed this. he looked over at his beautiful fiancée, she wished to be married immediately, that he knew, but there was still some traditionalist left in him, he refused to be married until they had completed the new church to Yermi, they would be blessed within the walls of a new church on their new home. She had accepted that, so long as there were not too many more delays, she wished to be married before the child arrived, and in that he could agree.