Survival

Letters Home Pt 2

Departure +46 days

Dear Mom,

We have been gone awhile now, and due to the time differences on the planes, Xillian suggested it was best to date my diary as departure + _____ so it reflects time for us as opposed to too much or too little time. I am still unsure how this letter will come to you, but have decided to start writing as I think of you in order to best handle my homesickness. We have set out on our quest to find Morla, an ancient being who can unlock many secrets to Raven’s past, including who and where is mother is. So far we have visited several planes in search, including the Realm of the Silver Mountains, the Deserts of Shattered Hopes and the Land of Crystal Towers all without success. We have discovered that some ancient enemy of his has been pursuing us, though we have very little information on this creature known to us only through divining as the G’Mork. Twice we have had near run-ins and felt its presence but as yet have not met it face to face. All has not been for neigh however as in the Land of the Crystal Towers we came across some information that is leading us towards the Outer Astral where the purple buffalo roam, apparently one who has recently seen Morla is there… I do not dare say names or exact places as I do not wish to give the G’Mork any details to our journey should it somehow intercept my missive.

I am learning much on our journeys, not only of the planes and some of the amazing and strange creatures who reside out here but also from my companions, Raven is ever the wondrous story teller and he knows a great many things. Though I fear for him, he cares so deeply that he becomes more reclusive with each false hope that is dashed only to reinvest fully as a new lead springs up. It is a wonder how anyones emotions could handle such turbulence, I marvel at his strength. Xillian has also been a grand mentor, you would like him mother, he is steady and stable with his thoughts, he is well read and very deep, but holds our course well and is a wise a balanced counselor to the Everlast. Also Uncle Fin has been teaching me much, he calls it “Uncle Finnegan’s School of Not Getting Dead” and he takes it very seriously, his outward humor is a mask to a very careful man, he goes nowhere without understanding why he is going, and how he will escape should he need to, a few times these delays have vexed our party, and yet at least on one occasion it has also aided us greatly. Uncle Fin often acknowledges of the importance of history and it’s study, but is ever reminding me that history is not trying to kill me, the present is, and that it is best to keep your mind firmly lodged there. I miss You and Yolonda so much, and it often saddens me in the evening that I am so far away, I also miss Prometheus and his singing, heck, sometimes I even miss my honor guard and their stomping around, but I would not trade these lessons and experiences, I feel the longer we search that our mission is truly of great import and that many lives could be saved should we prove successful, though how as yet I am unsure. I only wish that I was less of a burden to my companions. I often find them incredibly skilled, not only in combat, but in knowledge’s of the arcane arts, the divine, the planes, philosophy, history, anatomy and healing; sometimes I wonder what possible use I could have to them. I am slower then all of them and tend to eat more rations and require more sleep then any two of them combined. Raven says that my perspective is unique and provides insights that the others can’t see, but I feel like I am yet to contribute there. Uncle Fin says that they represent the past, and that a Hero of the next age should be present for such a quest. Xillian often muses that I am a creature of fate, and that only time will tell whose quest this truly is, Raven’s or mine, and that it would be fool hearty not to have me. I appreciate their words, though wish I could do something more less metaphorical to help.

I do hope you are well, and that things proceed well for fathers return. I am sure Yolonda has been battling hard, I would be surprised if she hadn’t reached the rank of Captain by now, I know she will be a great help to you on the war front. Please give my best to Alana and Eir, and let them know I hope to visit soon upon my return.

Always Love

Soshana Sudari Giant-Slayer

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Discussion with Fire Lord

Private discussion with Lord Sinon Ignotus (or in letter form if a completely private conversation cannot happen)

My Lord Sinon

Our night together was unexpected and unplanned but was one of the best nights of my life. We succumbed to our love and passion in a fiery and explosive manner. Your touch was like fire through my veins. You kindled me, heap of ashes that I was, into fire. The next morning, I learned that our coming together in such a way has created a spark of life, out of the ashes, new life has emerged. I am pregnant.

This pregnancy is obviously unplanned and unexpected. Our love made this child. Ymeri’s blessing made this child. This child must be a blessing of Ymeri otherwise why else would it have happened? Both of us came together to have a wonderful night, and we created something amazing together. Your seed is strong and will produce a child of the ages. She or he will lead the Fire Nation to even more greatness and power. What wonderful things she or he will do in her name.

I wish to respect the traditions of the Fire Nation but in this respect I cannot. I admit that I was unaware of the virginal requirement to be your bride and would not have passed it to begin with as I was not a virgin before we met. It was wartime and what happened was long before I met you and in no way should affect my present or future. My early years were very unconventional and I was not taught about love, sex or other matters of the heart. I consider my sexual past irrelevant to my suitability to be your bride and has nothing to do with how I feel for you or how our life should be moving forward. I do not think I can bear to be your concubine or your mistress, I believe that I deserve more respect than that.
Is virginity before marriage truly something that you wish of women in the Fire Nation? Of followers of Ymeri? This is certainly something that can be the aspired to but I believe it should be a choice for women and men equally and it isn’t possible in all situations. A person’s worth should not be assessed on their sexual “purity,” it should be assessed on other things such as their words, actions and their devotion to those they love. Would a man be expected to keep to that level of purity, to such a high standard? Both of us are responsible for giving in to our desires that night.

I prayed to Ymeri and considered other options before speaking to you about this. I went back and forth, agonizing over what choice to make. Every option I considered just seemed wrong and involved me lying to you. I worry that my choice will anger Ymeri, but I just couldn’t lie to you. I am worried that you will reject me. I worry that people of the Fire Nation will consider me a harlot, a “scarlet woman” and other terms which I will not mention here.

I considered not telling you at all about the pregnancy, getting rid of the child by magical/medical means and then using magic to re-virginize myself. But I couldn’t do that, as my experiences in Ravenloft had left an indelible mark on me and I believe this pregnancy is a blessing of Ymeri. I considered magically transferring the pregnancy to another before the wedding and then transferring the pregnancy back after the wedding. I considered keeping this a secret as I thought it might help you avoid shame and scandal coming to us and our family. But I would have lived in fear for the rest of my life that someone would have found out. But with all of these options, I would be keeping secrets from you and what kind of marriage would be have based on secrets and lies? I believe we are both the responsible adults in this situation.

I believe this is an opportunity for us. With this pregnancy, we can forge a new path, create a new way of moving forward together. Maybe the laws could be changed, new traditions could be started? It may be difficult, it may be hard to convince others. But what only matters would be us and our love together. In the deepest depths of my heart I want to marry you, I wish we could marry this very night. You are the Fire Lord. You have been a great leader of the Fire Nation. You made an important contribution to breaking the siege of Highport and many other battles. You can do anything you put your mind to. I wish for the continued strength and prosperity of the Fire Nation and no one is better suited to be its leader than you. I believe I would be a good partner with you in this endeavour.
You were one of the only people to love and accept me as Vulcana and as Reyna. You wanted to be with me when I was a follower of the Old Stone and even the Great Old One. That shows courage and religious tolerance that I was not expecting. I hope that that courage and acceptance will be present in this situation as well.

I have also fought countless battles to save Argyle from the devil, demon and aberrant threat. I staved off the movement of the earth to protect those I loved. I have been through the literal hell of a thousand years of torture and broken free from the clutches an ancient and horrifying greater god. I jumped into a volcano because of the depth of my love for you. And here I am afraid to tell you about this pregnancy because I am worried about your reaction.

I want us to fight for each other and to fight for our love. I saw us married in my vision in Ravenloft. At first I expected it to happen, then I thought it might happen, then I really wanted it to happen with all my heart. That was part of the reason I converted to the Fire religion, to be with you.

I believe in you, I believe you will step up to your responsibilities. Will you stand by me and support me? Will you be the man that I know you can be? Will you defend me from those who would speak ill of me? I’m not sure how to handle this, I’ve been anxious, depressed, worried and stressed out about this since I found out. I need your help, I know that we can deal with this and face anything as long as we are together.

I would like to leave soon on a mission to free Thea or Thames, one of Ymeri’s Titans. I would like you to come with me. Will you join me on this and many other journeys together? And I do not care if this isn’t tradition or protocol, but I know what I want and what I want is you and our child. I love you. Will you marry me?

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Strong Independant Woman

Selwyn read over the letter with anger swelling within her. So many people had been lost yesterday, and yet these people had time to bicker over protocols and some perceived depravity. She saw the spots where the ink had run from her friend’s tears. When she lowered it she looked at Vulcanna. Here was her companion who had fought countless battles by her side, who had staved off the movement of the earth to protect those she loved, who had been through the literal hell of a thousand years of torture and yet had broken loose from the clutches of an ancient and horrifying greater god. She had jumped into a volcano because of the depth of her love for this man, and now somehow she was reduced to believing that she was only worthy of becoming his mistress? Because of an evening of passion, she felt that she had failed him?
Vulcanna’s face was pinched tight from anxiety, her hands absentmindedly caressed her abdomen where apparently a tiny seed was growing. Selwyn thought of how Yolo had treated her in the early days of their courtship, how devastated she would have been if he had not accepted her after knowing her so intimately. She was glad that they had always fought side by side, or back to back if needed. They bled together, they celebrated together, and when they were alone they cried together. Selwyn knew more in this moment than ever before how lucky she was to have a man who understood her so deeply, that she never had to fear talking to him about anything. Thoughts of Yolo softened the edges of the anger she felt at having to deal with this right now while so much was going on. But this was her friend, and she would not allow her to suffer alone, not when she was clearly so tormented. She sighed, sat beside Vulcanna on her cot, put her arm around her friend, and made a conscious effort to keep the rage out of her voice.
“Do not go to him in this way. Do not apologize, or accept the completely flawed idea that you failed him by having a life before the two of you met. You believe you love this man? Then give him the opportunity to be the kind of man who is deserving of your love. Give yourself some credit. You are worth more than being hidden in the shadows as a mistress. Tell him about the baby. Allow him the opportunity to step up to his responsibilities, to show his love for you by standing by you. Let him be a part of the ‘problem’ solving since this baby is a part of both of you. And if he can’t do those things, if he is unwilling to stick his neck out for you, or stand tall beside you with his head held high then he is not worth your time, your love, or your devotion. Finding that out will hurt, but I will be there for you, and you are a strong woman who will go on.
And no, I don’t think you should allow some sketchy woman you know nothing about to take your baby. If you decide that you cannot have a baby right now, then there are ways of ending a pregnancy. But listening to you, I don’t get the impression that you want to let go of this chance at a family.”
Vulcanna relaxed a little against Selwyn’s side. The two sat for a long time in silence.
Outside, graves were being dug by exhausted comrades.

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Offers of Magical Surrogacy pt3

Urra Musaki. Thank you for your kind and generous offer of assistance and for the time to think it over. It was honestly something that I had not considered or even known was possible. I considered many different options including the one you offered. But I do not wish to lie to the Fire Lord. I am declining your offer. I am going to move forward and he and I should both be responsible for our actions. Thank you again. May you have fortune and favor and may the blessings of Ymeri be with you in your journeys.

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Letters Home pt 1

Dearest Mother,

I have been tasked with a great and wonderful quest, as you are aware I have been invited to aid the Everlast in seeking Morla. He believes that this in turn could aid Argyle with the struggles ahead, I have agreed and even as I pen this missive we prepare to leave. Thank you mother for placing your trust in me and knowing that I can do this, it means a lot to me. Raven said he has magics that will assure our return to Argyle prior to father’s return, so I intend to be there to greet him with you. Please say my farewells to Yolonda for me and advise her patience and caution, I will miss you both so much. I am not sure when or how I will be able to get letters or missives through but will make every attempt to write and send word as often as I can. Please also look in on Prometheus for me, he puts up a brave front, but is so sad and lonely, he really needs friends (and less wine). I love you so much mother, be well and safe.

Your Daughter,

Soshana Sudari Giant-Slayer
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Fellowship of Raven Pt 2

Soshana sat perched on the arm of Prometheus’s, in her usual spot, listening to the Titan sing a final dirge to the fallen. As it ended she wiped a few tears from her eyes but smiled at him, he was right; the singing truly did make you feel a little better. The titan leaned back reached over the side of the chair grabbing his barrel, as had become the tradition he stopped his barrel hovering near her so she could scoop a cup of wine out before he drank.

“Thanks” he said. She looked up at him inquiringly “thanks for being a friend, I have no one left, and you kindly come and sit with me, listen to my terrible harmonies and know how to enjoy a fine cup of wine” to that he lifted his barrel and drank. She blushed deeply but said nothing “Hello” a voice called from below, both Titan and Girl turned to see who had approached. From the shadows approaching the Titans great chair stepped the Everlast, behind him stood four other figures, though they were hard to make out in the evening light. Raven strode forward adeptly taking the pulse of the situation “Apologies for the interruption my friends… these past days have taken a mighty toll and I am remiss to deny any the solace of friend and drink, but if I may approach I come with purpose” Prometheus looked to Soshana who nodded, and the Titan waved the fey king over. As Raven approached the Titan leaned forward offering his hand as a platform and lifted Raven to the opposite arm, giving him a comfortable place to stand and the ability to speak and be heard without needed to shout his news across the land. Raven looked at the two now seeing them up close seeing her tear soaked face he asked “Soshana are you ok?” she nodded “Tears are the silent language of grief, and the day has been wrought with it” she said. Both immortals bowed to her words “Greetings Raven Everlast, It is said we understand death only after it has placed its hands on someone we love, my sympathies for your fallen family members this day, to see so many fey plucked from the realm…” The titan let thank hang their choosing instead to finish the thought with a long pull from his barrel. “That is in part at least, the reason I have come here” Raven replied “I cannot allow what happened today to continue, and I have been quested with a potential means to stop it, unfortunately this will take me from the plane for a time as the information required does not exist here, I am off to find the one called Morla” a long low whistle came from the Titan “Morla, it has been a long time since she has visited this land; she was old when I was young… I am sure I do not need to caution you Everlast when it comes to dealing with her” Prometheus said. Raven smiled “You need not my friend, though the sentiment is appreciated and taken to heart. I have come looking for aid in my quest, and instead of filling my ranks with stuffy immortals I am hoping that the exuberance and questioning nature of youth may have a part to play…” he turned to face Soshana directly “…If I may Princess, I am asking for your help, and your company on this expedition?” Soshana looked from Raven to Prometheus before she spoke “You want me to come? I’m not sure how much help I would be, Yolonda is better at this sort of thing, and more skilled in combat… I think maybe it’s her you want” Raven smiled at the girl “No, it is you, your inquisitiveness, your hunger for knowledge your outlook on life, if all I required was another blade there are thousands who could fill that role. What I need is your mind Soshana” she looked again from Raven to Prometheus “I don’t know, what do you think Prometheus? Should I go?” the Titan took a long pull from his barrel then he stared long and hard at the fey king standing before him “The winds of fate are blowing little Sosh, and when the universe wants you to move, there is not a force that is its equal to stop it. The things you could learn from Morla, the things that will become important on the planes… there are few teachers and guides better than the Everlast, so long as he gives his word that he’s looking out for you?” the last bit was directed more at Raven then Soshana. Raven nodded “I can assure you I will work hard to assure we all return safely, and arrangements have been made to assure we return before Yolo’s return, so do not let that bother you” Soshana smiled beginning to get excited “You should come to Prometheus! I can’t imagine we would get into any trouble with you around” the Titan chuckled at this but shook his head “This is not my quest Sosh… and I am needed here, now more than ever if the Everlast is leaving, the people below need me, the Avatars need me… my father needs me… and though it would be awesome to grab a board and ride the surf of the ethereal right where she merges into the astral oceans… that rides gonna have to wait for another day… go with Raven, keep your mind open and your wit sharp, bring us back something that will wrap of this war a lot quicker” she smiled and nodded promising to do so. “I will have to ask my mother before I go, I’m not sure she will agree” a tone of doubt washing over her excitement “Words have been spoken with your mother, write her a note showing you came of your own volition and all will be well” Raven said. To this Soshana smiled “Really? Wow… I guess I should get writing”

With a quick hug and fond farewell to the Titan she was lowered down to the ground and began rummaging through her pack for quill and ink to pen a letter. The Titan and Raven shared a long look, but no words were exchanged, both knew what was being asked and the stakes. Then Raven was lowered down to join Soshana. Within the hour the letter was penned and the Fellowship was set.

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Decisions and Emotional Turmoil

Vulcana was still in turmoil. She had just asked the witch to leave as she had yet to make up her mind. But she knew in her heart that she could not choose an option that involved lying to the Fire Lord. She decided that the best thing would be to write down her thoughts on paper as if writing to the Fire Lord and then she could decide what to do.

Letter to Lord Sinon Ignotus

My Lord Sinon

Our night together was unexpected and unplanned but was one of the best nights of my life. We succumbed to our love and passion in a fiery and explosive manner. Your touch was like fire through my veins. You kindled me, heap of ashes that I was, into fire. The next morning, I learned that our coming together in such a way has created a spark of life, out of the ashes, new life has emerged. I am pregnant.

This pregnancy is obviously unplanned and unexpected. Our love made this child. Ymeri’s blessing made this child. This child must be a blessing of Ymeri otherwise why else would it have happened? Both of us came together to have a wonderful night, and we created something amazing together. Your seed is strong and will produce a child of the ages. She or he will lead the Fire Nation to even more greatness and power. What wonderful things she or he will do in her name.

I still wish you marry you but I know that as Fire Lord you are required to marry someone of virginal status and therefore I am now ineligible to be your wife. I love you but I do not know if I can bear to be your concubine or your mistress. I am the mother of your child and I deserve the respect that that entails. I believe our child deserves the legitimacy that a marriage would give it.

I wish to respect the traditions of the Fire Nation but in this respect I have obviously failed. I admit that I was unaware of the virginal requirement to be your bride and would not have passed it to begin with as I was not a virgin before we met. It was wartime and what happened was long before I met you and in no way should affect my present or future. My early years were very unconventional and I was not taught about love, sex or other matters of the heart. I considered my past irrelevant and has nothing to do with how I feel for you and what my life would be moving forward.

Is virginity before marriage truly something that you wish of women in the Fire Nation? Of followers of Ymeri? This is certainly something to aspire to but is not possible in all situations. A woman’s worth should not be assessed on her sexual “purity,” it should be assessed on her words, actions and their devotion to one they love, Ymeri and associated causes. Would a man be expected to keep to that level of purity, to such a high standard? Both of us are responsible for giving in to our desires that night.

I prayed to Ymeri and considered other options before speaking to you about this. I went back and forth, agonizing over what choice to make. Every option I considered just seemed wrong and involved me lying to you. I worry that my choice will anger Ymeri, but I just couldn’t lie to you. I’m sorry. I feel that I have let everybody down, especially you with this decision. I considered not telling you at all about the pregnancy, getting rid of the child by magical/medical means and then using magic to re-virginize myself. But I couldn’t do that, as my experiences in Ravenloft had left an indelible mark on me and I believe this pregnancy is a blessing of Ymeri. I considered magically transferring the pregnancy to another before the wedding and then transferring the pregnancy back after the wedding. I would have kept this a secret from you to avoid shame and scandal coming to us and our family. But I would have lived in fear for the rest of my life that someone would have found out. But with all of these options, I would be keeping secrets from you and what kind of marriage would be have based on secrets and lies?

I had hoped we could forge a new path, creating a new way of moving forward together. Maybe laws could be changed, new traditions could have been started. It would be difficult, it would be hard to convince others. But what only matters would be us and our love together. In the deepest depths of my heart I wish we could still marry, I wish we could marry this very night. You are the Fire Lord. You can do anything you put your mind to. I want us to fight for each other and to fight for our love. I saw us married in my vision in Ravenloft. At first I expected it to happen, then I thought it might happen, then I really wanted it to happen with all my heart. That was part of the reason I converted to the Fire religion, to be with you.

You were one of the only people to love and accept me as Vulcana and as Reyna. You wanted to be with me when I was a follower of the Old Stone and even the Great Old One. That shows courage and religious tolerance that I was not expecting. I hoped that that courage and acceptance would be present in this situation as well.

I wish that there could be a way for us to be together and marry. But as numerous people have told me, it cannot happen. The Fire Lord must marry someone of virginal status. My reputation and status will be ruined and am now unsuitable to be your bride. I do not wish to bring shame and scandal to you or the Fire Nation and I’m sorry if this does so. I wish you to keep their position, status and your honour and reputation.

I will leave you and go somewhere else on my own. I must accept the consequences of my actions, whatever they may be. But if you think it best, I will go somewhere safe and secret and not tell anyone except Ymeri about the pregnancy. I will continue to worship to Ymeri to the best of my ability and devote myself and the child to her worship. You do not need to be involved at all with this pregnancy or claim paternity. I’m sure you and your advisors can come up with some reason why we are no longer together. It probably would be a good idea for us not to see each other again. I hope you will still consider allying with the Army of Argyle against the devil, demons and aberrants. Please do let my actions reflect negatively on the extreme importance of their work.

I plan to leave shortly on a mission to free one of Ymeri’s Titans. I have failed you as a potential bride and I do not want to fail Ymeri. I will be broken-hearted and incomplete without you as my husband, but I will always remember our one night together fondly. Our fire burned brightly but I suppose it was just was lit too soon and burned out before we could fully realize our potential. I will love you until the end of my days. I hope you will be happy and find someone that is better suited to be your bride. I wish for the continued strength and prosperity of the Fire Nation and no one is better suited to be its leader than you. I wish you the best.

I want you to know my answer would have been yes. Goodbye.

Love,
Vulcana

Vulcana finished her letter and let out a long breath. She realized that she had been crying while writing it. Even after writing the letter, she was unsure if it was the right path for her. She knew she definitely wanted to tell the Fire Lord but was unsure of the next step. Could she accept being a concubine? Should she demand marriage or nothing? Should she go ahead and break it off with him? Should she just tell him about the pregnancy and her feelings about everything and her vision for the future and then figure things out together with the Fire Lord? She realized that before she talked to the Fire Lord or gave him this or any other version of this letter, she needed to some perspective. She really needed to talk to someone about her situation. She needed a friend. She cast a sending to Selwyn asking her to come by as soon as possible, she really needed her advice.

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Miricle Day Pt 0.90

22nd of Reaping 11:59pm

Selwyn looked over another missive, her eyes were sore and she was exhausted, part of her debated staying the night in Rehume but she quickly tossed that notion aside. Now more than ever it was important for the people of Tukin to see her present. They had lost Sir Tristan, and with Sir Ambrose missing as well, her presence would be calming. She stood on to stretch but felt herself thrown forward as a pale blue flash of light filled the room. She used her momentum and turned it into a roll twisting and coming to her feet on the other side of her desk. She swords hung on the peg beside the desk, they would be too large to wield effectively in the room anyway

Snick

In a flash her trusty dagger was in her hand as she took stock of the situation, what she saw surprised her. Her mother, in all her divine glory had a garret around her hand but still held a bald little man by the throat his feet kicked ineffectively as he dangled in her grasp.

“HOW DARE YOU ATTACK MY ACCOLAID! YOU WILL KNOW MY WRATH HRUSHA!” Azazial did not speak with her own voice but with a booming power she knew to be Gabrielle’s. The solars hand tightened and soon there was a sickening squish and crunch as his throat collapsed and spinal cord crushed under her grasp. She let the man drop and turned to Selwyn quickly. “Selwyn, quickly, cut this thing off me and heal me before the hour bell tolls” Selwyn had many questions but rushed to do as she was bid, her knife cut the cord of the garret with ease and she drew out a potion giving it to her mother. Azazial wasted no time drinking it with gusto. No sooner had she finished than the midnight bell tolled. She looked on with undo worry as her wound closed before the bell finished ringing.

“Mother? What is this what is happening?” she looked to Selwyn and smiled as her wound now closed just as the final bell tolled.

“Miracle Day has begun my daughter, and where that is grand for many, those of us whom are immortal can no longer heal ourselves… the smallest cut will never clot and kill us. I am here to protect you until this has come to an end, and to keep some from doing anything stupid whilst this reins”

To be continued

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The Fellowship of Raven pt 3

The Fellowship of Raven pt 3

“So, the fellowship is set, six of us to set forth” Raven said addressing is companions as they checked the straps on their bags and made ready to depart.

“Six? A very unlucky number Master Everlast, do you perhaps have room for one more?” Raven looked up and turned surprised, it had been some time since anyone had managed to sneak up on his, and longer still with Xillian, he was impressed. A grin split across his face

“Finnegan!” he spread his arms wide and moved to embrace the half elf who strode forward in a hurry to meet his friend half way, the two collided clasping hands and hugging. They had not seen each other since the rains of oil, and though Raven had thought on the young man he’d not the opportunity to seek him out. “How are you? Where have you been?” the half elf smiled at him holding him at arm’s length before responding

“Two steps behind you, my goodness you move quickly, and for one lacking the magical resources of the Everlast you are a hard one to track down. I was in Rehume hours ago, I beseeched your location, the populace had noted you spoke with the Titan and departed. After speaking with him, he’d made mention that you would likely need to stop here to drop off a note before departing, I called in a favor of a guardsmen who let me jump the Q and use the teleport circle (nice build by the way) to make it here. Now here we stand, you ready to wander the planes on an adventure and myself ready to follow” Raven grinned at the half elf once again for a long moment, then his face sombered

“I cannot ask you to come with me on this one Finnegan, the quest is dangerous and even I do not know where it may lead…” the half elf was quick to cut him off

“More dangerous than growing up in a devil encampment? More dangerous than breaking out of a devil encampment? More dangerous than the Gates of Erindale? or Ravenloft? Or a black oil of death raining from the sky? I appreciate the warning Raven, but do not seek to frighten me with dangers, I have seen my share and still wish to plod forward… besides, I am an extra set of eyes to aid you, and keep an eye on my niece” Raven looked him up and down once more and then the Half elf clinched it “Besides… Seven is a very lucky number”

“It is indeed, gather your things quickly my friend, we leave before the bell of the hour tolls” and with that the Fellowship was set

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Moredakka Tree

Moredakka left the war council meeting in a foul mood, it had been a hard day, and no one was in the mood for any nonsense, unfortunately it appeared mood or not that he was going to get some. A small kobold stood outside the chamber holding a note for him, the kobold said that a human offered him a cookie to give the note to him; the human was very tall and had a grey hood. Kobolds were rather useless when it came to descriptions… after much questioning it appeared the kobold was less sure on the colour of the hood. The note was scrawled in common, it had no poison of magic on it so to speak, and he did not recognize the penmanship. Sighing he read the letter.

Moredakka,

I know that sadness has overtaken you; it is hard when your two favorite fruits are not in season, I just so happen to have a small supply, and am willing to make a trade… please meet me alone on the 23rd of Reaping a the Tides Wash (in High Port). If your friends are there, I walk, if I sense a trap or scrying, I walk, if I feel like I am being threatened or tricked, I walk. But if our conversation goes well… it just may bare fruit.

Unsigned

Moredakka stuffed the note in his pocket and left to consider his next step.

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