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<blockquote data-quote="Lazybones" data-source="post: 7506030" data-attributes="member: 143"><p>Just a heads-up to my readers that I will be putting <em>Forgotten Lore</em> on hiatus during November, during <a href="https://nanowrimo.org/" target="_blank">National Novel Writing Month</a>. I am well ahead in the story at the moment, but I won't have time to dedicate to editing posts while working on my 50,000 word goal. This is my <a href="https://nanowrimo.org/participants/lazybones1969/novels" target="_blank">eighth consecutive year</a> participating in NaNoWriMo. It's a great mechanism for would-be writers to motivate themselves to sit down at the computer and put words on the page. It doesn't matter if the output is rough, it's the practice that counts.</p><p></p><p>* * *</p><p></p><p>Chapter 215</p><p></p><p>It was a quiet group that took their leave of the Green Tower the next morning. The Rangers were restored to consciousness by the bards’ healing magic, although their spells ran out before their collective tally of wounds were treated. But worse than their physical wounds was the news that their commander had betrayed them. None of the Rangers visited the grave where the monks had interred Shreskra before they set out. Darethan had taken custody of her sword, but he carried it rolled up in a blanket and slung across his back, as if he was reluctant to come into direct contact with the weapon.</p><p></p><p>It was a bedraggled and bandaged group that finally gathered at the barrier thicket. Majerion summoned another <em>wall of fire</em> that blazed a path through the obstacle. The thick growth seemed to resist the flames, but finally a charred, ten-foot gap extended through the thicket.</p><p></p><p>The hilltop remained quiet as they made their way back to the ring of huge trees. It was almost as if it was eager to see them go. The companions did not break the stillness with idle chatter. They, too, were happy to leave this place behind them.</p><p></p><p>The journey back was unremarkable, but even without creatures trying to kill them it took them four full days to exit the Reserve. Tenaille stepped into Razelle’s position of scout, and even without Brightbriar’s guidance they were able to retrace their steps with only a few missteps. Darethan even managed to shoot a deer, which augmented their fading rations. They emerged from the forest exhausted, ragged, and emotionally drained, but intact.</p><p></p><p>They reached Easthaven to find a party of elves waiting for them, along with the magical carriage that would carry them back to Tal Nadesh. The Rangers, still not fully recovered from their ordeal, elected to stay behind. Glori did not press them.</p><p></p><p>They lingered only to wash up a bit and enjoy a hot meal. As they were preparing to depart Loriellan sought out Glori. “I wanted to apologize,” he said. “For failing you.”</p><p></p><p>“You didn’t,” Glori insisted. “What happened was not your fault.”</p><p></p><p>“She was one of us,” the elf said. “We all failed, because we were not willing to see the truth. She saved my life, at the end. But all I can think about is Razelle’s empty eyes on mine.”</p><p></p><p>“That wasn’t her,” Glori said.</p><p></p><p>“I know.” He held out the blanket that Glori knew held Shreskra’s sword. “I ask that you return this to Tal Nadesh,” he said. “It should go back to her family.”</p><p></p><p>“I will see that it is done,” Glori said, accepting the weapon. “Be well, Loriellan.”</p><p></p><p>The elf nodded and left.</p><p></p><p>The companions were eager to get back. The elves at Easthaven had little in the way of news except to say that Javerin had been alive when they had left Tal Nadesh. The road was just as bumpy as Glori remembered, yet somehow she was able to drift off. She slept through most of the ride, waking only when they slowed for the mid-way stop. It was already dark, yet the driver elected to press on once they had used the facilities and taken a brief meal of cold meat and fruit. The sky was cloudless and the moon was almost full, but it was still eerie riding through the night, the landscape passing by in a blur of shadows and mystery.</p><p></p><p>It was past midnight when the carriage finally slowed once more as they approached their final destination. They emerged from the passenger compartment stiff and weary in front of the same staging outpost they had used for their initial departure. It had been less than two weeks ago, Glori reminded herself. Lanterns that shone with a pale glow that echoed the moonlight hung from the corners of the structure, giving the whole area a sort of fey aura. She would not have been surprised to see pixies dancing on the night breeze or a unicorn waiting for them in the field behind the house.</p><p></p><p>She dismissed those fancies when she saw Lendelaine waiting for them on the porch of the house. Glori hurried over him. “Is Javerin all right?” she asked.</p><p></p><p>“She is well,” the elf said. “The thing inside her began to fade about five days ago. Once it released its grip, we were able to purge it from her body without harming her. She is still recovering in the city, but is eager to speak with you.”</p><p></p><p>“That’s good news,” Embrae said.</p><p></p><p>“You do not seem especially surprised about the timing of her recovery,” Lendelaine said.</p><p></p><p>“We have a lot to tell you,” Glori said.</p><p></p><p>Lendelaine nodded. “Come inside. We have prepared refreshments and beds. We can continue to the city in the morning.”</p></blockquote><p></p>
[QUOTE="Lazybones, post: 7506030, member: 143"] Just a heads-up to my readers that I will be putting [i]Forgotten Lore[/i] on hiatus during November, during [URL="https://nanowrimo.org/"]National Novel Writing Month[/URL]. I am well ahead in the story at the moment, but I won't have time to dedicate to editing posts while working on my 50,000 word goal. This is my [URL="https://nanowrimo.org/participants/lazybones1969/novels"]eighth consecutive year[/URL] participating in NaNoWriMo. It's a great mechanism for would-be writers to motivate themselves to sit down at the computer and put words on the page. It doesn't matter if the output is rough, it's the practice that counts. * * * Chapter 215 It was a quiet group that took their leave of the Green Tower the next morning. The Rangers were restored to consciousness by the bards’ healing magic, although their spells ran out before their collective tally of wounds were treated. But worse than their physical wounds was the news that their commander had betrayed them. None of the Rangers visited the grave where the monks had interred Shreskra before they set out. Darethan had taken custody of her sword, but he carried it rolled up in a blanket and slung across his back, as if he was reluctant to come into direct contact with the weapon. It was a bedraggled and bandaged group that finally gathered at the barrier thicket. Majerion summoned another [i]wall of fire[/i] that blazed a path through the obstacle. The thick growth seemed to resist the flames, but finally a charred, ten-foot gap extended through the thicket. The hilltop remained quiet as they made their way back to the ring of huge trees. It was almost as if it was eager to see them go. The companions did not break the stillness with idle chatter. They, too, were happy to leave this place behind them. The journey back was unremarkable, but even without creatures trying to kill them it took them four full days to exit the Reserve. Tenaille stepped into Razelle’s position of scout, and even without Brightbriar’s guidance they were able to retrace their steps with only a few missteps. Darethan even managed to shoot a deer, which augmented their fading rations. They emerged from the forest exhausted, ragged, and emotionally drained, but intact. They reached Easthaven to find a party of elves waiting for them, along with the magical carriage that would carry them back to Tal Nadesh. The Rangers, still not fully recovered from their ordeal, elected to stay behind. Glori did not press them. They lingered only to wash up a bit and enjoy a hot meal. As they were preparing to depart Loriellan sought out Glori. “I wanted to apologize,” he said. “For failing you.” “You didn’t,” Glori insisted. “What happened was not your fault.” “She was one of us,” the elf said. “We all failed, because we were not willing to see the truth. She saved my life, at the end. But all I can think about is Razelle’s empty eyes on mine.” “That wasn’t her,” Glori said. “I know.” He held out the blanket that Glori knew held Shreskra’s sword. “I ask that you return this to Tal Nadesh,” he said. “It should go back to her family.” “I will see that it is done,” Glori said, accepting the weapon. “Be well, Loriellan.” The elf nodded and left. The companions were eager to get back. The elves at Easthaven had little in the way of news except to say that Javerin had been alive when they had left Tal Nadesh. The road was just as bumpy as Glori remembered, yet somehow she was able to drift off. She slept through most of the ride, waking only when they slowed for the mid-way stop. It was already dark, yet the driver elected to press on once they had used the facilities and taken a brief meal of cold meat and fruit. The sky was cloudless and the moon was almost full, but it was still eerie riding through the night, the landscape passing by in a blur of shadows and mystery. It was past midnight when the carriage finally slowed once more as they approached their final destination. They emerged from the passenger compartment stiff and weary in front of the same staging outpost they had used for their initial departure. It had been less than two weeks ago, Glori reminded herself. Lanterns that shone with a pale glow that echoed the moonlight hung from the corners of the structure, giving the whole area a sort of fey aura. She would not have been surprised to see pixies dancing on the night breeze or a unicorn waiting for them in the field behind the house. She dismissed those fancies when she saw Lendelaine waiting for them on the porch of the house. Glori hurried over him. “Is Javerin all right?” she asked. “She is well,” the elf said. “The thing inside her began to fade about five days ago. Once it released its grip, we were able to purge it from her body without harming her. She is still recovering in the city, but is eager to speak with you.” “That’s good news,” Embrae said. “You do not seem especially surprised about the timing of her recovery,” Lendelaine said. “We have a lot to tell you,” Glori said. Lendelaine nodded. “Come inside. We have prepared refreshments and beds. We can continue to the city in the morning.” [/QUOTE]
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