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<blockquote data-quote="Ruined" data-source="post: 1407048" data-attributes="member: 113"><p><u>15th of Chardot, yr. 150 A.V., continued </u></p><p></p><p>The day wore long in Oakdale. Gerad had walked the town twice over, but felt uncomfortable in the midst of its people. The ladies and he were here visiting a man no one but they knew existed. Their purposes and discoveries could be shared with no one outside of their circle. Every action was masked with deceit. <em>Silas would have done well here,</em> Gerad thought. </p><p></p><p>Surielle and Tréan had returned from the north woods bearing grim looks. They told him of the effort the druids had taken years ago, and the possible fate of Surielle’s mother. Given this information, Gerad was very surprised to hear that Surielle intended to leave with them. They talked it over outside of Kelkarrin’s obscured tower, with Surielle presenting her thoughts: Either her mother was trapped in a ritual that she was not prepared to dispel, or she had perished in the attempt. Surielle was not ready to handle either outcome. The current task ahead of them was a worthy one, and she was glad to travel with them. </p><p></p><p>The trio was admiring the playful antics of Snowmelt when a chilling cold wind whipped across them. To Gerad, it felt like he had been thrown naked into a frozen lake. Within seconds it had passed, but everyone seemed to feel the effect. Even Snowmelt stopped her caterwauling and whined at Surielle. </p><p></p><p>“What was that?” Tréan asked. </p><p></p><p>“Whew. That felt too cold for the middle of Summer.” He rubbed his arms, trying to soak in some warmth from the sun. The door to the tower opened, and Liam peered out. </p><p></p><p>“Did everyone just feel something dreadfully cold?” They all nodded their assent. </p><p></p><p>“You felt it inside?” Surielle asked. </p><p></p><p>“Yes, we all did,” he replied. The door opened a bit wider, and they could see Kelkarrin towering over the halfling. There was a wild look of dread in his eyes. </p><p></p><p>“Everyone, to the top of the tower. Follow me.” </p><p></p><p>Spiral stairs led up past many floors that Gerad had not encountered. He couldn’t help but wonder how the top of the tower would be. Would the enchantment persist, making it look like they were standing on top of nothing but air? Gerad did not think his mind could handle the change. Fortunately, when Kelkarrin opened the trapdoor to the roof, there were visible flagstones and low, crenellated walls. </p><p></p><p>Atop the tower, they gathered around a shallow pool of water five foot in diameter. Frost had rimed over the top, but it was quickly separating and melting in the sunlight. </p><p></p><p>“We must know the source of that wind. This pool is enabled for scrying.” He moved over, stirring some of the ice pieces with his staff. “One of you should look. I have nearly spent myself on research today.” </p><p></p><p>No one readily volunteered. Gerad truly hoped the old man didn’t mean him. He had not an inkling of how magic was done and cared not to involve himself in such matters. Mages were almost as bad as archers. Almost. </p><p></p><p>“I will try, if you will show me the way,” Surielle said, stepping up to the pool. Following Kelkarrin’s guidance, she knelt on the flagstones before the pool and placed her hands on the stone lip. Kelkarrin did not ask for silence amongst the group, but everyone presumed it was necessary. </p><p></p><p>“Relax your mind. Think of the world from on high, your sight soaring across the land. Follow the wind…” The mage guided her with practiced ease, focusing his vision upon the waters of the pool. Gerad found his eyes locked on the waters as well. The flakes of ice floated in the clear waters, drifting in patterns, and behind them he could see the reflection of the blue sky and drifting clouds. The clouds increased their pace, and when he looked to the sky Gerad found that the two images did not match. The image in the water blurred and shifted until it looked like it was the vision of an eagle soaring across the landscape. </p><p></p><p>“Slower, slower,” Kelkarrin cautioned Surielle. “You go too fast and you won’t find what you’re looking for.” His direction must have worked, for the images of blurred landscapes began to slow. It continued for another minute, then stopped. The scene had changed from grassy meadows to land with an obvious dusting of snow. </p><p></p><p>“Snowfall? It’s the middle of summer!” Gerad said. He spared a glance at Liam and Tréan, who were both stunned, seeing the same vision he did. </p><p></p><p>“Where is this?” Liam asked. </p><p></p><p>“To the East. Calastia, perhaps Lageni,” Kelkarrin responded. He leaned close to Surielle, speaking in calm low tones. “See if you can find the center of the snows. I know this is taxing you, but you have the power to do this.” </p><p></p><p>Gerad could see the mixture of discomfort and determination on her face. Her eyes remained focused on the image in the pool. Snow-covered ground began to roll across the pool’s surface, making Gerad feel a bit dizzy. Eventually she stopped its progress as she found what she sought. </p><p></p><p>An army. </p><p></p><p>Gerad recognized the banners immediately. The red dragon across a black field adorned with crossed swords marked the Second Battalion, a sizeable infantry unit from Calastia. He said as much to the group. </p><p></p><p>As the vision soared above the army, everyone could tell that they were positioned in a large circle that showed no signs of snow. The numbers looked staggering, but it was the circle that worried everyone. </p><p></p><p>“They have at least one portion of the globe,” Kelkarrin said, dread evident in his voice, “And it looks as if they intend to use it.”</p></blockquote><p></p>
[QUOTE="Ruined, post: 1407048, member: 113"] [u]15th of Chardot, yr. 150 A.V., continued [/u] The day wore long in Oakdale. Gerad had walked the town twice over, but felt uncomfortable in the midst of its people. The ladies and he were here visiting a man no one but they knew existed. Their purposes and discoveries could be shared with no one outside of their circle. Every action was masked with deceit. [I]Silas would have done well here,[/I] Gerad thought. Surielle and Tréan had returned from the north woods bearing grim looks. They told him of the effort the druids had taken years ago, and the possible fate of Surielle’s mother. Given this information, Gerad was very surprised to hear that Surielle intended to leave with them. They talked it over outside of Kelkarrin’s obscured tower, with Surielle presenting her thoughts: Either her mother was trapped in a ritual that she was not prepared to dispel, or she had perished in the attempt. Surielle was not ready to handle either outcome. The current task ahead of them was a worthy one, and she was glad to travel with them. The trio was admiring the playful antics of Snowmelt when a chilling cold wind whipped across them. To Gerad, it felt like he had been thrown naked into a frozen lake. Within seconds it had passed, but everyone seemed to feel the effect. Even Snowmelt stopped her caterwauling and whined at Surielle. “What was that?” Tréan asked. “Whew. That felt too cold for the middle of Summer.” He rubbed his arms, trying to soak in some warmth from the sun. The door to the tower opened, and Liam peered out. “Did everyone just feel something dreadfully cold?” They all nodded their assent. “You felt it inside?” Surielle asked. “Yes, we all did,” he replied. The door opened a bit wider, and they could see Kelkarrin towering over the halfling. There was a wild look of dread in his eyes. “Everyone, to the top of the tower. Follow me.” Spiral stairs led up past many floors that Gerad had not encountered. He couldn’t help but wonder how the top of the tower would be. Would the enchantment persist, making it look like they were standing on top of nothing but air? Gerad did not think his mind could handle the change. Fortunately, when Kelkarrin opened the trapdoor to the roof, there were visible flagstones and low, crenellated walls. Atop the tower, they gathered around a shallow pool of water five foot in diameter. Frost had rimed over the top, but it was quickly separating and melting in the sunlight. “We must know the source of that wind. This pool is enabled for scrying.” He moved over, stirring some of the ice pieces with his staff. “One of you should look. I have nearly spent myself on research today.” No one readily volunteered. Gerad truly hoped the old man didn’t mean him. He had not an inkling of how magic was done and cared not to involve himself in such matters. Mages were almost as bad as archers. Almost. “I will try, if you will show me the way,” Surielle said, stepping up to the pool. Following Kelkarrin’s guidance, she knelt on the flagstones before the pool and placed her hands on the stone lip. Kelkarrin did not ask for silence amongst the group, but everyone presumed it was necessary. “Relax your mind. Think of the world from on high, your sight soaring across the land. Follow the wind…” The mage guided her with practiced ease, focusing his vision upon the waters of the pool. Gerad found his eyes locked on the waters as well. The flakes of ice floated in the clear waters, drifting in patterns, and behind them he could see the reflection of the blue sky and drifting clouds. The clouds increased their pace, and when he looked to the sky Gerad found that the two images did not match. The image in the water blurred and shifted until it looked like it was the vision of an eagle soaring across the landscape. “Slower, slower,” Kelkarrin cautioned Surielle. “You go too fast and you won’t find what you’re looking for.” His direction must have worked, for the images of blurred landscapes began to slow. It continued for another minute, then stopped. The scene had changed from grassy meadows to land with an obvious dusting of snow. “Snowfall? It’s the middle of summer!” Gerad said. He spared a glance at Liam and Tréan, who were both stunned, seeing the same vision he did. “Where is this?” Liam asked. “To the East. Calastia, perhaps Lageni,” Kelkarrin responded. He leaned close to Surielle, speaking in calm low tones. “See if you can find the center of the snows. I know this is taxing you, but you have the power to do this.” Gerad could see the mixture of discomfort and determination on her face. Her eyes remained focused on the image in the pool. Snow-covered ground began to roll across the pool’s surface, making Gerad feel a bit dizzy. Eventually she stopped its progress as she found what she sought. An army. Gerad recognized the banners immediately. The red dragon across a black field adorned with crossed swords marked the Second Battalion, a sizeable infantry unit from Calastia. He said as much to the group. As the vision soared above the army, everyone could tell that they were positioned in a large circle that showed no signs of snow. The numbers looked staggering, but it was the circle that worried everyone. “They have at least one portion of the globe,” Kelkarrin said, dread evident in his voice, “And it looks as if they intend to use it.” [/QUOTE]
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