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Message: <blockquote data-quote="alsih2o" data-source="post: 808507" data-attributes="member: 4790">Eventually the pain subsided and Ry stood, craning his neck awkwardly to try and see how much of his tattoo the brand had erased. He had carried this mark on his shoulder since the second anniversary of his birth and had always had this constant reminder of his enslavement. He wondered if the feeling of freedom would outlast the searing pain.  Back in their quarters in the great palace Rinney hoped they would have very little need for money before leaving the city, buying the freedom of his new friend had cost him greatly, but he was sure this man was a hero in the making. Ever since he had first seen the man, surrounded by wild dogs and fighting for his life, he had felt known. Soon after Ry had made an incredible leap, flinging himself off the muddy bank of the river and onto the undulating surface of the collapsing ferry to rescue the 2 trapped children. He had nearly died that day, and all of his actions were made without pause…and all for the children of a man he did not even know.  And Kolindra, appearing mysteriously from the woods right when he had needed her, surely that was a sign from the Sisters. What were the odds that she would leave her grove for the first time ever as he passed? Or against her arriving in time to save the hairshirted holy men he had met?   Fin was another one. The fact that in an open country this large he had seen the one item Kolindra searched for, that golden scythe. Not only had he seen it, but had for some reason marked the man who had it in his mind, the man with no nose. He had gifted them both with the charms provided by Papa Mac, marking them as Heroes of Maissen. They served the state now, and served at the same time Papa Mac and his hometown of Vaunth-on-the-lake.   They would come before The Shield in the morning to accept their commission- a thief, an outlaw wizard, a half-feral former slave and young girl who had never been out of the woods. He wondered if they would be hailed as heroes or imprisoned. On the eve of what should be the greatest day of their lives none of the party slept well. The next day they would be the beginning of their quest to affect the lives of everyone in Maissen, but tonight they felt like so much flotsam, awash on a powerful tide.</blockquote>

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