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<blockquote data-quote="Cafu" data-source="post: 6183888" data-attributes="member: 6692807"><p>The next morning, we all met in Simeon’s map room again; we had all prepared spells which we would need in case we had to make a journey far away; we had also had Felix’s usual breakfast. This time around, only Sheena, Katrina, Torrent and Kiernan attended the loremaster. He looked more refreshed after a night’s sleep and once we sat down, he began to murmur to himself; everyone kept quiet at this point, watching him, except for Drudge, who whispered to me:</p><p> </p><p>“What’s happening?”</p><p> </p><p>I whispered back to him:</p><p> </p><p>“He’s spell casting.”</p><p> </p><p>The magic seemed to last only a moment but the physical effect was immediately obvious. Simeon became much paler; in fact, the pallor turned gray and he drew his breath in sharply, several times. Then he opened his eyes and said:</p><p> </p><p>“I don’t want to do that too many times; it’s a very powerful spell and also a very taxing one; in all sorts of ways!</p><p> </p><p>Now, where’s that prophecy or whatever it is.”</p><p> </p><p>Saying that, he snatched the paper we had brought back, glanced at it and then leaned over a blank scroll and began scribbling furiously, muttering as he did so. He wrote at an extraordinary speed, a byproduct of the magic he had cast, no doubt; sometimes he closed his eyes when he was writing, as if remembering. By the time he had finished, several scrolls were covered in his small, neat notes.</p><p> </p><p>We all watched in silence until he finished; then when he stopped and read what he had written, he said:</p><p> </p><p>“My oh my, what have we stumbled on to?”</p><p> </p><p>After that, he turned to the rest of us, frowned and scratched his chin:</p><p> </p><p>“Hmm, how to begin this so that it makes sense? It is a convoluted tale of greed, treachery and the everlasting lust for power.</p><p> </p><p>Well, let’s start with the name Ycengled.</p><p> </p><p>Ycengled Phuurst is the name of a forest on the northern border between Shahalesti and Ragesia. It is now said to be haunted but previously, it was settled by a tribe or kingdom of elves named the Taranesti; from what my spell can tell me, these were driven into exile by the Shahalesti. However, even before the Taranesti settled this forest, it was once the home of the drow, who themselves fled underground, ‘with the dawn on their backs’; no reason is given as to why they had to flee. That part seems hazy even to the power of my spell.</p><p> </p><p>Anyway, this forest is large and is crossed by five rivers at various points. One of these is named the Taryaver which means black in elven. Its named such because the water appears as if it is black and legend has it that it bears the souls of fallen elves into the underworld. Another river, the Nallanthes, does actually flow underground for part of its course several times and the drow are said to have fled down the tunnels made by it when they disappeared, presumably deep into the earth.”</p><p> </p><p>I opened my mouth at this point but Simeon looked at me and raised his hand, indicating there was more to come:</p><p> </p><p>“Now, as to Syana; yes, Syana. She was the protector of this forest. She was said to have lairs on all five rivers somewhere; even more importantly, she had a daughter……”</p><p> </p><p>Simeon then waited for a moment, with a dramatic pause that would make an actor jealous:</p><p> </p><p>“…..her name was Trilla!”</p><p> </p><p>I jumped in at that point. I couldn’t help it.</p><p> </p><p>“Trilla…..trillith……grandmother…….that’s it! That’s the connection!”</p><p> </p><p>I looked at the others but I could see that they perceived this just as quickly as I had. Simeon then held up his hand again, forestalling any more interruptions.</p><p> </p><p>“Yes, Trilla was or is indeed Syana’s daughter and she was captured by Drakus Coaltongue while he was on an expedition to the forest. Syana helped her daughter escape but lost her life in the process; even my spell was unable to discern what happened to Trilla but as you say, Faden, the connection is now firm and it cannot be a coincidence that the names Trilla and Trilliths are so similar. Exactly what they are is difficult to know but you’re right, there has to be some connection.”</p><p> </p><p>Another thought had occurred to me:</p><p> </p><p>“Could they be agents of Trilla? Maybe they killed Coaltongue in revenge for the death of her mother?”</p><p> </p><p>Everyone was quiet as they considered the ramifications of what I had suggested but then John slowly said:</p><p> </p><p>“The actions of the Trilliths are too random; think of where we met them; in the Fire Forest, in the Monastery of the Two Winds, in Dassen, in Korstull. If they were intent on just revenge, then they would concentrate their resources on harming Ragesia.”</p><p> </p><p>Victor then spoke quietly:</p><p> </p><p>“Well maybe they are; militarily, the nations of Dassen and Sindaire as well as the Shahalesti elves are now arrayed against the Ragesian Empire and on the brink of war; an Empire that was single handedly founded by Drakus Coaltongue, who is now dead; while at the same time, the most important Ragesian military artifact, which gave them a priceless strategic advantage, was stolen; by drow elves, according to all appearances; but who could easily have been possessed by trilliths.”</p><p> </p><p>The others were speechless as they absorbed Victor’s reasoning. It was obvious that none of them had even considered it from that light; neither had I to be truthful. It was Torrent who broke that heavy silence:</p><p> </p><p>“Victor, are you suggesting that our fight for freedom is the result of manipulation by the trilliths? And that the trillith are agents of a Golden Dragon which is seeking revenge on an Empire for the death of her mother?”</p><p> </p><p>The warrior looked at her for a time and then answered:</p><p> </p><p>“I don’t have proof one way or the other; but it looks as if someone or something is engineering a confrontation between empires. Is it Trilla? We don’t know. Is it Leska? Certainly, she would have the power and she is the leader of the Inquisitors but she patently does not have the Torch, which suggests that even if she was behind Coaltongue’s murder, something went very badly awry along the way. It could be a completely unknown faction that has been magnificent at disguising its actions. For example, we still are not sure just where Lee Sidoneth fits into this puzzle; but the man destroyed the whole of Seaquen as well as a large part of the Shahalesti fleet by raising a storm of such magnitude that has not been seen in generations. There is only one place that we know of which has such mastery over the winds. Which reminds us, have there been any emissaries from either the Monastery of the Two Winds or Ostalin? </p><p> </p><p>But anyway, back to my previous point; what I am suggesting is that this is possible. My words made you think in a direction which no one has mentioned before; but we need to start considering this and other possibilities.</p><p> </p><p>I will tell you something else that suddenly begins to make sense though. Leska’s orders for an army to march into Northern Shahalesti? Into the middle of nowhere? I would put good money on a bet that that army is in the vicinity of the Ycengled Forest; and that they are looking for the Torch. I also suspect that that army has got some of the best specialist teams in the whole of the Ragesian army; teams that explore caves, rivers and forests.</p><p> </p><p>As usual, everyone thought that Leska was a bad general who had no idea what she was doing with her armies; and as usual, Leska has been ahead of everyone for several months.”</p><p> </p><p>Longhelim said, around his the pipe in his mouth:</p><p> </p><p>“While this is insightful, does it help us in our next course of action?”</p><p> </p><p>Simeon joined in:</p><p> </p><p>“Indeed, Victor, you have given us much to think about; but there is more to tell you. My magic made reference to a lost city in Ycengled: its name was Phorros Irrendra; this is a city hidden from the Shahalesti. It was first a drow city and then was inhabited by the Taranesti. It could be that some of them live there still.”</p><p> </p><p>“That could be potentially very useful information,” said Longhelim.</p><p> </p><p>But Drudge spoke up this time:</p><p> </p><p>“If the Shahalesti have been looking and cannot find it in their own forest, then I don’t rate our chances. Yes, it would be nice to be able to find it, but let’s not count on that.”</p><p> </p><p>Simeon continued:</p><p> </p><p>“I was able to find one reference to one of the lines on Darius’s writings. An order of paladins swept into the Forest; one of their members had been ensorcelled by a Taranesti witch, a diabolist or so the legend goes and they wished to rescue him. Her sorcery must have been strong as the paladin died to protect the witch, with whom he had a son by this stage and who was also now his wife according to Taranesti rites. The son, Rhuarc, became a powerful being who fought for the Taranesti cause; namely survival. Supposedly he still lives and bears a scimitar named Shaalguenyaver, which in the elven tongue means Bright Shadow. Now, as I am sure you remember, the first line of Darius’s writings read:</p><p> </p><p><em>The Bright Shadow returns to its homeland and the sky may burn for its last time.</em>”</p><p> </p><p>I murmured quickly to Longhelim:</p><p> </p><p>“Ah, I was wrong about that one. I thought that line referred to the Torch; you know, Bright Shadow, torch causing a shadow and also making the sky burn; didn’t the Torch make the sky burn?”</p><p> </p><p>Longhelim whispered:</p><p> </p><p>“Later.”</p><p> </p><p>Simeon then continued:</p><p> </p><p>“Finally, my magic also revealed some more aspects of the Order of Echoed Souls.”</p><p> </p><p>It was John that interrupted this time:</p><p> </p><p>“The Order of Echoed Souls; aren’t they the bunch of monks that settled nearby? Mystical with a bit magic? Wasn’t Ravens a member of the Order? So, shapeshifters as well?”</p><p> </p><p>Simeon had not finished:</p><p> </p><p>“Their original Temple was on that coast of Northern Shahalesti. The monks of the order have strange beliefs, and as you have already seen, powers. They have been driven into exile by one of their own but……I had better begin with their beliefs. The monks believe that through meditation, they could reshape their souls, change their nature. The true masters transcended their physical bodies and now exist as something called echoed souls in their original Temple.”</p><p> </p><p>Another pause, but everyone kept quiet this time:</p><p> </p><p>“However, there were also those, who attempted this transformation but were found lacking; those are said to still exist in the Temple, but this time as phantoms. One other thing I gleaned is that the number eight is highly significant to the order; they believe in the four physical elements and the four ethereal elements. They also believe that for someone to achieve transcendence, they need the help of eight others.”</p><p> </p><p>This time, Simeon looked as if he had finished.</p><p> </p><p>Longhelim jumped in first:</p><p> </p><p>“I know what the four physical elements are but what are the four ethereal elements?”</p><p> </p><p>I knew that one. They were often used in magical lore:</p><p> </p><p>“Death, life, space and time.”</p><p> </p><p>I then asked Simeon my own question:</p><p> </p><p>“Do you know what an echoed soul is? Or what these phantoms are, the ones who failed?”</p><p> </p><p>Simeon shook his head:</p><p> </p><p>“No, that is all my magic will tell me.”</p><p> </p><p>It was at that point that realization struck us that what Simeon had told us was what would be available as information to us. The only reason why it had been unearthed at all was due to very powerful divination magic; certainly no mundane means would result in such a useful block of knowledge. That suddenly led me down another thought process:</p><p> </p><p>“Simeon, you say that Shalosha will ultimately be able to do the same magic as you?”</p><p> </p><p>Simeon smiled:</p><p> </p><p>“I flatter myself that her information will not be as complete and that it will take her a little longer but ultimately yes. The elves have several loremasters available to them; they are of lesser ability but there are more of them than we have here. That is why I am urging you to use Miss Larkins’s generous offer of magical travel. I suspect that Shalosha will be in the general area at some point but hopefully, it will take her longer to work out where to go and what to do.”</p><p> </p><p>All six of us looked at each other; despite my reluctance to use this type of travel due to the nodes, I could see the necessity this time.</p><p> </p><p>Longhelim spoke for all of us:</p><p> </p><p>“We will be ready to leave shortly.”</p><p> </p><p>So it was that we gathered all our things and hurried back to the study. I barely registered what I was doing. The new information that had been revealed opened up so many avenues of thought and actions that I almost took a wrong turn and ended in the student’s canteen. Ultimately, an exasperated John grabbed me by the shoulders from behind and pushed me along; after pouring out all my equipment from my magical bag onto to the floor, just to make sure that I had everything I needed; like my spell books. Thankfully, they and everything else was all there. I was a little offended; I wasn’t that bad, was I?</p><p> </p><p>Sheena met us in the study and Kiernan cast all his spells of protection against fire on us. We aided these with our own.</p><p> </p><p>Then, as we were making our final preparations, Simeon approached and said to us:</p><p> </p><p>“There is one final piece of information which is very relevant to your journey. The Forest of Ycengled is famous for being a zone in which no divination magic works. We have not been able discover why but be warned: divination spells will fail within.”</p><p> </p><p>I nodded as did John and Felix. Then Sheena cast her spell and we were sucked into the tunnel of fire that was now becoming familiar; except that it seemed so much longer this time; and of course, the longer it was, the hotter it became and the more it burned. We all felt that we would almost all suffer some burns before we landed but thankfully, we just about managed to reach our destination a little toasted but otherwise unharmed.</p></blockquote><p></p>
[QUOTE="Cafu, post: 6183888, member: 6692807"] The next morning, we all met in Simeon’s map room again; we had all prepared spells which we would need in case we had to make a journey far away; we had also had Felix’s usual breakfast. This time around, only Sheena, Katrina, Torrent and Kiernan attended the loremaster. He looked more refreshed after a night’s sleep and once we sat down, he began to murmur to himself; everyone kept quiet at this point, watching him, except for Drudge, who whispered to me: “What’s happening?” I whispered back to him: “He’s spell casting.” The magic seemed to last only a moment but the physical effect was immediately obvious. Simeon became much paler; in fact, the pallor turned gray and he drew his breath in sharply, several times. Then he opened his eyes and said: “I don’t want to do that too many times; it’s a very powerful spell and also a very taxing one; in all sorts of ways! Now, where’s that prophecy or whatever it is.” Saying that, he snatched the paper we had brought back, glanced at it and then leaned over a blank scroll and began scribbling furiously, muttering as he did so. He wrote at an extraordinary speed, a byproduct of the magic he had cast, no doubt; sometimes he closed his eyes when he was writing, as if remembering. By the time he had finished, several scrolls were covered in his small, neat notes. We all watched in silence until he finished; then when he stopped and read what he had written, he said: “My oh my, what have we stumbled on to?” After that, he turned to the rest of us, frowned and scratched his chin: “Hmm, how to begin this so that it makes sense? It is a convoluted tale of greed, treachery and the everlasting lust for power. Well, let’s start with the name Ycengled. Ycengled Phuurst is the name of a forest on the northern border between Shahalesti and Ragesia. It is now said to be haunted but previously, it was settled by a tribe or kingdom of elves named the Taranesti; from what my spell can tell me, these were driven into exile by the Shahalesti. However, even before the Taranesti settled this forest, it was once the home of the drow, who themselves fled underground, ‘with the dawn on their backs’; no reason is given as to why they had to flee. That part seems hazy even to the power of my spell. Anyway, this forest is large and is crossed by five rivers at various points. One of these is named the Taryaver which means black in elven. Its named such because the water appears as if it is black and legend has it that it bears the souls of fallen elves into the underworld. Another river, the Nallanthes, does actually flow underground for part of its course several times and the drow are said to have fled down the tunnels made by it when they disappeared, presumably deep into the earth.” I opened my mouth at this point but Simeon looked at me and raised his hand, indicating there was more to come: “Now, as to Syana; yes, Syana. She was the protector of this forest. She was said to have lairs on all five rivers somewhere; even more importantly, she had a daughter……” Simeon then waited for a moment, with a dramatic pause that would make an actor jealous: “…..her name was Trilla!” I jumped in at that point. I couldn’t help it. “Trilla…..trillith……grandmother…….that’s it! That’s the connection!” I looked at the others but I could see that they perceived this just as quickly as I had. Simeon then held up his hand again, forestalling any more interruptions. “Yes, Trilla was or is indeed Syana’s daughter and she was captured by Drakus Coaltongue while he was on an expedition to the forest. Syana helped her daughter escape but lost her life in the process; even my spell was unable to discern what happened to Trilla but as you say, Faden, the connection is now firm and it cannot be a coincidence that the names Trilla and Trilliths are so similar. Exactly what they are is difficult to know but you’re right, there has to be some connection.” Another thought had occurred to me: “Could they be agents of Trilla? Maybe they killed Coaltongue in revenge for the death of her mother?” Everyone was quiet as they considered the ramifications of what I had suggested but then John slowly said: “The actions of the Trilliths are too random; think of where we met them; in the Fire Forest, in the Monastery of the Two Winds, in Dassen, in Korstull. If they were intent on just revenge, then they would concentrate their resources on harming Ragesia.” Victor then spoke quietly: “Well maybe they are; militarily, the nations of Dassen and Sindaire as well as the Shahalesti elves are now arrayed against the Ragesian Empire and on the brink of war; an Empire that was single handedly founded by Drakus Coaltongue, who is now dead; while at the same time, the most important Ragesian military artifact, which gave them a priceless strategic advantage, was stolen; by drow elves, according to all appearances; but who could easily have been possessed by trilliths.” The others were speechless as they absorbed Victor’s reasoning. It was obvious that none of them had even considered it from that light; neither had I to be truthful. It was Torrent who broke that heavy silence: “Victor, are you suggesting that our fight for freedom is the result of manipulation by the trilliths? And that the trillith are agents of a Golden Dragon which is seeking revenge on an Empire for the death of her mother?” The warrior looked at her for a time and then answered: “I don’t have proof one way or the other; but it looks as if someone or something is engineering a confrontation between empires. Is it Trilla? We don’t know. Is it Leska? Certainly, she would have the power and she is the leader of the Inquisitors but she patently does not have the Torch, which suggests that even if she was behind Coaltongue’s murder, something went very badly awry along the way. It could be a completely unknown faction that has been magnificent at disguising its actions. For example, we still are not sure just where Lee Sidoneth fits into this puzzle; but the man destroyed the whole of Seaquen as well as a large part of the Shahalesti fleet by raising a storm of such magnitude that has not been seen in generations. There is only one place that we know of which has such mastery over the winds. Which reminds us, have there been any emissaries from either the Monastery of the Two Winds or Ostalin? But anyway, back to my previous point; what I am suggesting is that this is possible. My words made you think in a direction which no one has mentioned before; but we need to start considering this and other possibilities. I will tell you something else that suddenly begins to make sense though. Leska’s orders for an army to march into Northern Shahalesti? Into the middle of nowhere? I would put good money on a bet that that army is in the vicinity of the Ycengled Forest; and that they are looking for the Torch. I also suspect that that army has got some of the best specialist teams in the whole of the Ragesian army; teams that explore caves, rivers and forests. As usual, everyone thought that Leska was a bad general who had no idea what she was doing with her armies; and as usual, Leska has been ahead of everyone for several months.” Longhelim said, around his the pipe in his mouth: “While this is insightful, does it help us in our next course of action?” Simeon joined in: “Indeed, Victor, you have given us much to think about; but there is more to tell you. My magic made reference to a lost city in Ycengled: its name was Phorros Irrendra; this is a city hidden from the Shahalesti. It was first a drow city and then was inhabited by the Taranesti. It could be that some of them live there still.” “That could be potentially very useful information,” said Longhelim. But Drudge spoke up this time: “If the Shahalesti have been looking and cannot find it in their own forest, then I don’t rate our chances. Yes, it would be nice to be able to find it, but let’s not count on that.” Simeon continued: “I was able to find one reference to one of the lines on Darius’s writings. An order of paladins swept into the Forest; one of their members had been ensorcelled by a Taranesti witch, a diabolist or so the legend goes and they wished to rescue him. Her sorcery must have been strong as the paladin died to protect the witch, with whom he had a son by this stage and who was also now his wife according to Taranesti rites. The son, Rhuarc, became a powerful being who fought for the Taranesti cause; namely survival. Supposedly he still lives and bears a scimitar named Shaalguenyaver, which in the elven tongue means Bright Shadow. Now, as I am sure you remember, the first line of Darius’s writings read: [I]The Bright Shadow returns to its homeland and the sky may burn for its last time.[/I]” I murmured quickly to Longhelim: “Ah, I was wrong about that one. I thought that line referred to the Torch; you know, Bright Shadow, torch causing a shadow and also making the sky burn; didn’t the Torch make the sky burn?” Longhelim whispered: “Later.” Simeon then continued: “Finally, my magic also revealed some more aspects of the Order of Echoed Souls.” It was John that interrupted this time: “The Order of Echoed Souls; aren’t they the bunch of monks that settled nearby? Mystical with a bit magic? Wasn’t Ravens a member of the Order? So, shapeshifters as well?” Simeon had not finished: “Their original Temple was on that coast of Northern Shahalesti. The monks of the order have strange beliefs, and as you have already seen, powers. They have been driven into exile by one of their own but……I had better begin with their beliefs. The monks believe that through meditation, they could reshape their souls, change their nature. The true masters transcended their physical bodies and now exist as something called echoed souls in their original Temple.” Another pause, but everyone kept quiet this time: “However, there were also those, who attempted this transformation but were found lacking; those are said to still exist in the Temple, but this time as phantoms. One other thing I gleaned is that the number eight is highly significant to the order; they believe in the four physical elements and the four ethereal elements. They also believe that for someone to achieve transcendence, they need the help of eight others.” This time, Simeon looked as if he had finished. Longhelim jumped in first: “I know what the four physical elements are but what are the four ethereal elements?” I knew that one. They were often used in magical lore: “Death, life, space and time.” I then asked Simeon my own question: “Do you know what an echoed soul is? Or what these phantoms are, the ones who failed?” Simeon shook his head: “No, that is all my magic will tell me.” It was at that point that realization struck us that what Simeon had told us was what would be available as information to us. The only reason why it had been unearthed at all was due to very powerful divination magic; certainly no mundane means would result in such a useful block of knowledge. That suddenly led me down another thought process: “Simeon, you say that Shalosha will ultimately be able to do the same magic as you?” Simeon smiled: “I flatter myself that her information will not be as complete and that it will take her a little longer but ultimately yes. The elves have several loremasters available to them; they are of lesser ability but there are more of them than we have here. That is why I am urging you to use Miss Larkins’s generous offer of magical travel. I suspect that Shalosha will be in the general area at some point but hopefully, it will take her longer to work out where to go and what to do.” All six of us looked at each other; despite my reluctance to use this type of travel due to the nodes, I could see the necessity this time. Longhelim spoke for all of us: “We will be ready to leave shortly.” So it was that we gathered all our things and hurried back to the study. I barely registered what I was doing. The new information that had been revealed opened up so many avenues of thought and actions that I almost took a wrong turn and ended in the student’s canteen. Ultimately, an exasperated John grabbed me by the shoulders from behind and pushed me along; after pouring out all my equipment from my magical bag onto to the floor, just to make sure that I had everything I needed; like my spell books. Thankfully, they and everything else was all there. I was a little offended; I wasn’t that bad, was I? Sheena met us in the study and Kiernan cast all his spells of protection against fire on us. We aided these with our own. Then, as we were making our final preparations, Simeon approached and said to us: “There is one final piece of information which is very relevant to your journey. The Forest of Ycengled is famous for being a zone in which no divination magic works. We have not been able discover why but be warned: divination spells will fail within.” I nodded as did John and Felix. Then Sheena cast her spell and we were sucked into the tunnel of fire that was now becoming familiar; except that it seemed so much longer this time; and of course, the longer it was, the hotter it became and the more it burned. We all felt that we would almost all suffer some burns before we landed but thankfully, we just about managed to reach our destination a little toasted but otherwise unharmed. [/QUOTE]
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