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<blockquote data-quote="Lazybones" data-source="post: 7613421" data-attributes="member: 143"><p>Hi got it in Li Syval as a potential gift for Glori, but hadn't yet had the courage to give it to her (this particular ring has the same significance in this world that it would in ours).</p><p></p><p>* * * </p><p></p><p>Chapter 301</p><p></p><p>Quellan sat alone on a slab bench in the small stone room. An alcove that might have been part of hearth at one point was in front of him, while to the side a window that hadn’t held glass—or maybe wooden shutters, it was impossible to tell—for maybe a thousand years let in a dim shaft of starlight.</p><p></p><p>The others were nearby. He could hear them moving about in the next room, but they had respected his need for a few moments of solitude. Glori had been fast asleep when he’d left the room, looking almost as fragile tucked into her bedroll as she had when he’d first pulled her out of the water. Even the thought of that sight made his hands tremble, and he knew he would see it in his dreams for a good long time to come.</p><p></p><p>After his revivification of Glori they had decided to retreat for at least a short rest. They made their way back to the square and took shelter in one of the smaller buildings on its perimeter. The place might have been a shop, or a house, or a temple, or any of another hundred things that they could only guess at. Again, with time having claimed everything except for bare stone—and that slowly crumbling as well—there was no way to tell.</p><p></p><p>He heard the soft sound of footsteps and sensed someone come into the room. He turned to see Kosk standing there. “I hope I’m not disturbing your meditation,” he said.</p><p></p><p>“No,” Quellan said. There was only the one bench, but he slid aside to make room. “I’m glad to see you, actually.”</p><p></p><p>The dwarf crossed the room and held something up in his fingers. As the starlight hit it Quellan could see that it was his ring. “You left this back there,” Kosk said.</p><p></p><p>Quellan took it and looked at it for a long moment. “Thanks,” he said.</p><p></p><p>“So you were holding out on us, eh?”</p><p></p><p>“I’m sorry. I would have used it on any of you.”</p><p></p><p>“I know. It wasn’t a criticism. Just trying to, you know. Lighten the mood.”</p><p></p><p>“You were right,” Quellan said. “We were too battered to go on. We should have waited, rested. Recovered.”</p><p></p><p>“For all we know, if we’d stayed in the outer city we would have been overrun by those four-armed apes. Rodan said there were more of them in the ruins. That’s the thing about the past. It’s past, and no one is served by constantly returning to it.”</p><p></p><p>“Those words could apply to you as well, my friend,” Quellan said.</p><p></p><p>“Well,” Kosk said.</p><p></p><p>“You cannot turn yourself over to the Ironcrest dwarves.”</p><p></p><p>“We’re getting ahead of ourselves, aren’t we?” Kosk leaned in and lowered his voice. “I wouldn’t say this in front of the girls, but I have serious doubts that any of us will make it off this damned continent alive.”</p><p></p><p>“I too have doubts,” Quellan said. “But I have to have hope.”</p><p></p><p>“That is one of the things I like about you.”</p><p></p><p>“If we do get back alive… merely if… promise me you will not do anything precipitous without talking it over with your friends first.”</p><p></p><p>“All right. If it will cause you to give over.”</p><p></p><p>They sat in silence for a few minutes. Finally, Kosk said, “There’s something else on your mind.”</p><p></p><p>Quellan nodded. “I was thinking about Bredan.”</p><p></p><p>“We’re doing all we can. You’ve tried your detection spells a few times now. If they won’t work, all we can do is look for him the more usual way. If he’s not under that big-ass dome then we’ll look elsewhere, but the appearance of those creatures tells me we might be heading in the right direction.”</p><p></p><p>“What makes you say that?”</p><p></p><p>“Because we haven’t encountered a single other living thing since we went through that open gate? Because they just happened to be guarding the place we’ve been heading for since we got here?”</p><p></p><p>“Your points are logical,” Quellan said.</p><p></p><p>“But you have another idea,” Kosk said.</p><p></p><p>The cleric paused a moment but then nodded. “I prepared another spell today. It’s a potent divination, it opens a channel directly to the servants of my patron deity. It doesn’t always work, and it doesn’t always provide clear information when it does work, but it might offer some guidance.”</p><p></p><p>“So what’s the catch?”</p><p></p><p>“It might fail. Or it might tell us something that we’re not ready to hear.”</p><p></p><p>“You’ve never been one to shy away from unpleasant truths. If there is a chance this could help us…”</p><p></p><p>Quellan nodded.</p><p></p><p>“Shall I go get the others?” Kosk asked.</p><p></p><p>“No. Let them rest. I don’t want to get everyone’s hopes up.”</p><p></p><p>He took a few things out of his pouch. A small ball of incense, wrapped in a square of linen, that he placed in the bowl of his shield on the floor. It took only a few moments with flint and steel to coax a flame from it. He blew it out, letting the fragrant smoke rise to fill the room.</p><p></p><p>“Nice to smell something that isn’t swamp rot or death,” Kosk commented.</p><p></p><p>Quellan nodded, then took out a tight roll of cloth, maybe a hand’s span across. He unrolled it to reveal an intricate pattern stitched in golden and silver threads. He carefully spread the cloth around the smoldering incense. He knelt before the offering and began to pray.</p><p></p><p>It did not take long. Within just a few seconds the incense flared and was consumed, and the cloth dissolved into wisps of smoke that joined the fragrant plume. For a long moment Quellan stared into nothing, then he suddenly jerked and fell back, nearly kicking the shield as he fell.</p><p></p><p>Kosk was at his side in a flash. “What is it?”</p><p></p><p>Quellan looked up at him, his eyes wide. “Bredan is close to finding the book,” he said. “And if he does, a terrible calamity might strike this entire world!”</p></blockquote><p></p>
[QUOTE="Lazybones, post: 7613421, member: 143"] Hi got it in Li Syval as a potential gift for Glori, but hadn't yet had the courage to give it to her (this particular ring has the same significance in this world that it would in ours). * * * Chapter 301 Quellan sat alone on a slab bench in the small stone room. An alcove that might have been part of hearth at one point was in front of him, while to the side a window that hadn’t held glass—or maybe wooden shutters, it was impossible to tell—for maybe a thousand years let in a dim shaft of starlight. The others were nearby. He could hear them moving about in the next room, but they had respected his need for a few moments of solitude. Glori had been fast asleep when he’d left the room, looking almost as fragile tucked into her bedroll as she had when he’d first pulled her out of the water. Even the thought of that sight made his hands tremble, and he knew he would see it in his dreams for a good long time to come. After his revivification of Glori they had decided to retreat for at least a short rest. They made their way back to the square and took shelter in one of the smaller buildings on its perimeter. The place might have been a shop, or a house, or a temple, or any of another hundred things that they could only guess at. Again, with time having claimed everything except for bare stone—and that slowly crumbling as well—there was no way to tell. He heard the soft sound of footsteps and sensed someone come into the room. He turned to see Kosk standing there. “I hope I’m not disturbing your meditation,” he said. “No,” Quellan said. There was only the one bench, but he slid aside to make room. “I’m glad to see you, actually.” The dwarf crossed the room and held something up in his fingers. As the starlight hit it Quellan could see that it was his ring. “You left this back there,” Kosk said. Quellan took it and looked at it for a long moment. “Thanks,” he said. “So you were holding out on us, eh?” “I’m sorry. I would have used it on any of you.” “I know. It wasn’t a criticism. Just trying to, you know. Lighten the mood.” “You were right,” Quellan said. “We were too battered to go on. We should have waited, rested. Recovered.” “For all we know, if we’d stayed in the outer city we would have been overrun by those four-armed apes. Rodan said there were more of them in the ruins. That’s the thing about the past. It’s past, and no one is served by constantly returning to it.” “Those words could apply to you as well, my friend,” Quellan said. “Well,” Kosk said. “You cannot turn yourself over to the Ironcrest dwarves.” “We’re getting ahead of ourselves, aren’t we?” Kosk leaned in and lowered his voice. “I wouldn’t say this in front of the girls, but I have serious doubts that any of us will make it off this damned continent alive.” “I too have doubts,” Quellan said. “But I have to have hope.” “That is one of the things I like about you.” “If we do get back alive… merely if… promise me you will not do anything precipitous without talking it over with your friends first.” “All right. If it will cause you to give over.” They sat in silence for a few minutes. Finally, Kosk said, “There’s something else on your mind.” Quellan nodded. “I was thinking about Bredan.” “We’re doing all we can. You’ve tried your detection spells a few times now. If they won’t work, all we can do is look for him the more usual way. If he’s not under that big-ass dome then we’ll look elsewhere, but the appearance of those creatures tells me we might be heading in the right direction.” “What makes you say that?” “Because we haven’t encountered a single other living thing since we went through that open gate? Because they just happened to be guarding the place we’ve been heading for since we got here?” “Your points are logical,” Quellan said. “But you have another idea,” Kosk said. The cleric paused a moment but then nodded. “I prepared another spell today. It’s a potent divination, it opens a channel directly to the servants of my patron deity. It doesn’t always work, and it doesn’t always provide clear information when it does work, but it might offer some guidance.” “So what’s the catch?” “It might fail. Or it might tell us something that we’re not ready to hear.” “You’ve never been one to shy away from unpleasant truths. If there is a chance this could help us…” Quellan nodded. “Shall I go get the others?” Kosk asked. “No. Let them rest. I don’t want to get everyone’s hopes up.” He took a few things out of his pouch. A small ball of incense, wrapped in a square of linen, that he placed in the bowl of his shield on the floor. It took only a few moments with flint and steel to coax a flame from it. He blew it out, letting the fragrant smoke rise to fill the room. “Nice to smell something that isn’t swamp rot or death,” Kosk commented. Quellan nodded, then took out a tight roll of cloth, maybe a hand’s span across. He unrolled it to reveal an intricate pattern stitched in golden and silver threads. He carefully spread the cloth around the smoldering incense. He knelt before the offering and began to pray. It did not take long. Within just a few seconds the incense flared and was consumed, and the cloth dissolved into wisps of smoke that joined the fragrant plume. For a long moment Quellan stared into nothing, then he suddenly jerked and fell back, nearly kicking the shield as he fell. Kosk was at his side in a flash. “What is it?” Quellan looked up at him, his eyes wide. “Bredan is close to finding the book,” he said. “And if he does, a terrible calamity might strike this entire world!” [/QUOTE]
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