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Wrenwil
Well this was new. For the first time, despite being dropped into an attempted assassination, an environment which was harsh and unforgiving, all followed by an airborne assault, the knight looked really worried. REALLY worried this time.
The old cleric frowned and grunted with Kryslogious' statement.
"Tell me about it. At my age I can't remember most things lad. Come, we will walk a little again, the air will be good for you." This was Wrenwil's code for ~we need to talk in private... so many bloody ears around, even in the middle of nowhere!~
He walked some twenty yards out from camp with his friend, before speaking quietly.
"Through gifts of Pentos, I looked to the future my friend, and this is what I saw...a vision of a small fleet of Chivalan ships beneath the stars upon the seas at this very moment. Their banners bear the standard of the province of Ateria, yet above them where the flag of Pentos should wave, the evil sigil of Herod instead!
Their intended port of landing is a blackened city of ancient ruins, long since abandoned, with evidence of crumbling skeletons half-buried in ash littering the streets. It is a port city somewhere on the coast of Akhenaten. Strangely yet, there were people moving on the docks to throw ropes and secure the ships to mooring. Other figures stir in the ruins before evil humanoids of all types emerge and assemble into military formations on the outskirts of the city. That is all I remember."
"Now, your Quresh. I do believe your tales are contained in the Tome are they not? Then it would seem, that to learn the memories which elude you, we must read from it. There is however a catch. A terrible twist. Both times I have opened it, I have been stricken with a feeling of dread like none other before, my very soul being beckoned to the dark, to madness, to a place much much worse than here. This my friend, is your decision. Should you wish, I will pray to our lord, pray like never before, all night if need be, and then in the morning light I shall open the Tome once more, and see what memories and dreams we can have to you, restored. Your decision. What do you say? A man without memories is but half a man, and I being old, perhaps useless, can perchance offer you this as MY great task."
"Besides," Wrenwil shrugged, "you saved my life today. I owe you."
"Whatever happens, we do it in the name of Pentos, for the sake of our friends here... at the camp. And our people, so far far away back home."
He lifted his face mask and looked to Wrenwil with a look of confusion and terror.
"I did something but I can't remember! What happened with the Quresh!"
Well this was new. For the first time, despite being dropped into an attempted assassination, an environment which was harsh and unforgiving, all followed by an airborne assault, the knight looked really worried. REALLY worried this time.
The old cleric frowned and grunted with Kryslogious' statement.
"Tell me about it. At my age I can't remember most things lad. Come, we will walk a little again, the air will be good for you." This was Wrenwil's code for ~we need to talk in private... so many bloody ears around, even in the middle of nowhere!~
He walked some twenty yards out from camp with his friend, before speaking quietly.
"Through gifts of Pentos, I looked to the future my friend, and this is what I saw...a vision of a small fleet of Chivalan ships beneath the stars upon the seas at this very moment. Their banners bear the standard of the province of Ateria, yet above them where the flag of Pentos should wave, the evil sigil of Herod instead!
Their intended port of landing is a blackened city of ancient ruins, long since abandoned, with evidence of crumbling skeletons half-buried in ash littering the streets. It is a port city somewhere on the coast of Akhenaten. Strangely yet, there were people moving on the docks to throw ropes and secure the ships to mooring. Other figures stir in the ruins before evil humanoids of all types emerge and assemble into military formations on the outskirts of the city. That is all I remember."
"Now, your Quresh. I do believe your tales are contained in the Tome are they not? Then it would seem, that to learn the memories which elude you, we must read from it. There is however a catch. A terrible twist. Both times I have opened it, I have been stricken with a feeling of dread like none other before, my very soul being beckoned to the dark, to madness, to a place much much worse than here. This my friend, is your decision. Should you wish, I will pray to our lord, pray like never before, all night if need be, and then in the morning light I shall open the Tome once more, and see what memories and dreams we can have to you, restored. Your decision. What do you say? A man without memories is but half a man, and I being old, perhaps useless, can perchance offer you this as MY great task."
"Besides," Wrenwil shrugged, "you saved my life today. I owe you."
"Whatever happens, we do it in the name of Pentos, for the sake of our friends here... at the camp. And our people, so far far away back home."
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