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<blockquote data-quote="Ruined" data-source="post: 1353150" data-attributes="member: 113"><p><u>14th of Chardot, yr. 150 A.V., continued </u></p><p></p><p>At Kelkarrin’s prompt, Liam wove a spell of illusion in the meeting room within the tower. Gerad watched the halfling’s controlled movements and concentration with interest. Such things were beyond Gerad’s capacity, but he found himself surrounded by magic at all times now. Even his mentor, whom he had thought to be a simple ex-soldier, knew something of the arcane mysteries. Liam opened his hands wide, and a hazy bluish globe appeared and rotated above the long table. It looked more like ice than glass. </p><p></p><p>Kelkarrin spoke. “I have learned what I can of the Globe of Aggamar. As I told you before, the name was familiar to me. It had drawn my attention years ago, but I thought it a fool’s errand. The item was mentioned in more than one source, but it was supposedly destroyed in the Divine War. Until I received the message from Marus,” he spared a glance from Gerad to Surielle, “I believed this to be true.” </p><p></p><p>“I did have notes on the Globe. Marus may have studied them in his years of tutelage under me. It was an object of considerable power, created by the foremost servants of the titans. It was said to control the very air around it, able to freeze an army in its tracks. </p><p></p><p>“The last battle with the Globe was thought to take place just West of Zathiske. Divine forces fought a pitched battle to keep titanspawn at bay. The Globe was said to have been destroyed, as were most of the combatants. A field of bone and a monument mark the scene to this day.” </p><p></p><p>“The Last Watchtower.” </p><p></p><p>Gerad’s heart sunk. He remembered all too well the sight of eerie light emanating from the Watchtower on their journey. </p><p></p><p>“If what Marus said about the half-globe is correct, then one should expect that there is another half somewhere waiting to be found. The power of the globe should not be left in the hands of any army, regardless of their disposition. Such things should be locked away or destroyed, and kept out of the hands of divine beings and titanspawn alike.” No one disagreed with this line of thinking. Kelkarrin waved his hand to Liam, and the magical image of the globe melted away. </p><p></p><p>“You should also know that before you arrived, I received missives from persons known to me in Calastia.” </p><p></p><p>“Spies?” Tréan asked. Kelkarrin frowned. </p><p></p><p>“Acquaintances. Those friends who think I should be aware of important events within the Hegemony. Their army is on the move.” </p><p></p><p>“What?” Gerad asked, clearly alarmed. The Calastian army had its enemies for sure, but other than perennial sieges against Burok Torn, they had not massed for large-scale action in nearly sixty years. “Where do they march?” </p><p></p><p>“To the North into Lageni. From what I’ve been told, their destination is uncertain. It could be a renewed effort against Burok Torn…” </p><p></p><p>“Or Durrover,” Tréan interjected. She was obviously concerned about the fate of her homeland. </p><p></p><p>“Yes. Or Durrover,” Kelkarrin admitted. “We do not know if these two instances are related, but war is something to be concerned over. For myself, I cannot rest while the threat of this artifact rests in the hands of the Calastian Empire.” </p><p></p><p>“I will assist you however you may need it!” Gerad said quickly. </p><p></p><p>Kelkarrin looked at him with reluctance. “Gerad, I appreciate your concern, but I’m not sure you could help with this.” </p><p></p><p>“With respect, let me say that I am drawn to this task,” Gerad replied. “When Marus perished, the unit that I belonged to was scattered. There is no life for me left in Quelsk. This was Marus’ dying wish: to see that you received word of the Globe. I knew him, and he would not have stopped there. I would assist you in his place, be it guardian or just a strong arm.” </p><p></p><p>“He is not alone,” Tréan said, interrupting a polite refusal from Kelkarrin. “If this globe is as dangerous as you say, then I am obligated to help in whatever manner I can.” </p><p></p><p>“You can count me in, master,” Liam said, flashing a smile. </p><p></p><p>“And I suppose you think I am obligated to accept your offer now?” He raised his eyebrows at the group, but there was no ready answer. His lips curled into a sly smile. “So be it. We will make preparations to travel within a few days.” </p><p></p><p>Gerad turned to look at Surielle, who had remained silent in the meeting. “What say you, Surielle?” She did not meet his gaze. </p><p></p><p>“I have to think on some things before I make any commitments. I’m sorry.” </p><p></p><p>Their meeting came to a close, and the three companions left Kelkarrin to speak alone with his apprentices.</p></blockquote><p></p>
[QUOTE="Ruined, post: 1353150, member: 113"] [u]14th of Chardot, yr. 150 A.V., continued [/u] At Kelkarrin’s prompt, Liam wove a spell of illusion in the meeting room within the tower. Gerad watched the halfling’s controlled movements and concentration with interest. Such things were beyond Gerad’s capacity, but he found himself surrounded by magic at all times now. Even his mentor, whom he had thought to be a simple ex-soldier, knew something of the arcane mysteries. Liam opened his hands wide, and a hazy bluish globe appeared and rotated above the long table. It looked more like ice than glass. Kelkarrin spoke. “I have learned what I can of the Globe of Aggamar. As I told you before, the name was familiar to me. It had drawn my attention years ago, but I thought it a fool’s errand. The item was mentioned in more than one source, but it was supposedly destroyed in the Divine War. Until I received the message from Marus,” he spared a glance from Gerad to Surielle, “I believed this to be true.” “I did have notes on the Globe. Marus may have studied them in his years of tutelage under me. It was an object of considerable power, created by the foremost servants of the titans. It was said to control the very air around it, able to freeze an army in its tracks. “The last battle with the Globe was thought to take place just West of Zathiske. Divine forces fought a pitched battle to keep titanspawn at bay. The Globe was said to have been destroyed, as were most of the combatants. A field of bone and a monument mark the scene to this day.” “The Last Watchtower.” Gerad’s heart sunk. He remembered all too well the sight of eerie light emanating from the Watchtower on their journey. “If what Marus said about the half-globe is correct, then one should expect that there is another half somewhere waiting to be found. The power of the globe should not be left in the hands of any army, regardless of their disposition. Such things should be locked away or destroyed, and kept out of the hands of divine beings and titanspawn alike.” No one disagreed with this line of thinking. Kelkarrin waved his hand to Liam, and the magical image of the globe melted away. “You should also know that before you arrived, I received missives from persons known to me in Calastia.” “Spies?” Tréan asked. Kelkarrin frowned. “Acquaintances. Those friends who think I should be aware of important events within the Hegemony. Their army is on the move.” “What?” Gerad asked, clearly alarmed. The Calastian army had its enemies for sure, but other than perennial sieges against Burok Torn, they had not massed for large-scale action in nearly sixty years. “Where do they march?” “To the North into Lageni. From what I’ve been told, their destination is uncertain. It could be a renewed effort against Burok Torn…” “Or Durrover,” Tréan interjected. She was obviously concerned about the fate of her homeland. “Yes. Or Durrover,” Kelkarrin admitted. “We do not know if these two instances are related, but war is something to be concerned over. For myself, I cannot rest while the threat of this artifact rests in the hands of the Calastian Empire.” “I will assist you however you may need it!” Gerad said quickly. Kelkarrin looked at him with reluctance. “Gerad, I appreciate your concern, but I’m not sure you could help with this.” “With respect, let me say that I am drawn to this task,” Gerad replied. “When Marus perished, the unit that I belonged to was scattered. There is no life for me left in Quelsk. This was Marus’ dying wish: to see that you received word of the Globe. I knew him, and he would not have stopped there. I would assist you in his place, be it guardian or just a strong arm.” “He is not alone,” Tréan said, interrupting a polite refusal from Kelkarrin. “If this globe is as dangerous as you say, then I am obligated to help in whatever manner I can.” “You can count me in, master,” Liam said, flashing a smile. “And I suppose you think I am obligated to accept your offer now?” He raised his eyebrows at the group, but there was no ready answer. His lips curled into a sly smile. “So be it. We will make preparations to travel within a few days.” Gerad turned to look at Surielle, who had remained silent in the meeting. “What say you, Surielle?” She did not meet his gaze. “I have to think on some things before I make any commitments. I’m sorry.” Their meeting came to a close, and the three companions left Kelkarrin to speak alone with his apprentices. [/QUOTE]
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