IA: A Teacher for Laynie

[Bront]

"The talisman is in possession of this territory's marshal, at least according to the Nesfylim. He said a wizard of great power. You know a way to contact him?"

OOC: Sweet! That's almost as fast as I drive!

 

[Rystil Arden]

"The marshal here is...Galton, I believe. Francis Galton. He does have a talisman that was passed down by his family. The Talisman of An'khur. Also called the Talisman of Shattered Oaths. Supposedly, it was once used to break a great vow between wizards that had been magically sealed and it still carries an essence from that storied past that allows it to break magical bonds. However, as far as I know, it has never actually displayed this property beyond the stories. I cannot contact him...I suppose we had best hope we meet him trying to find me. His tower is to the east, even farther than the Freefolk camp."

*They ride for hours at breakneck speed. Eventually, Lady Lyrue exhausts her array of Haste magic and they slow down a bit, with the sun ever sinking towards the horizon and dusk fast approaches, the beautiful pinks, oranges, and violets of the Medibarian sunset become a horror that ominously prophesies the Freefolk's impending doom.*

 

[Bront]

"The Nesfylim are attempting to free a dark master, so that would make sense. Are you sure you don't have a spell than can send a message of any kind?"

 

[Rystil Arden]

"No, not like that. There's a rather powerful evocation that can do the trick, but I am not yet an expert in things arcane. Mother says it is because I spend too much time 'frolicking about' as she puts it, and too little time studying and applying myself."

*The sun sinks ever closer to the horizon. It was going to be incredibly close as to whether the two riders would beat the setting sun in their desperate race to save hundreds of innocent lives...and perhaps more if the Nesfylim's dark master is freed.*

 

[Bront]

"Well let us hope you'll be able to frolic again. Think hard if there is something else you can do to signal them to be on alert."

 

[Rystil Arden]

*She squinches her eyes shut and concentrates, then they shoot open and she smiles widely.*

"I think I have an idea. If we can get to the Freefolk camp in time, I can shoot up some colourful pyrotechnics with my arcane mark, and then they'll know I'm alright from a distance."

 

[Bront]

"Great. Now run hard Eirian"

 

[Rystil Arden]

*Eirian races against an hourglass whose sand is rapidly running out. It is clear that despite her rider's msytical connection, she is running herself to exhaustion, but the proud lunari remembers a frightened filly harassed by yeth hounds who was saved by a friendly elf who nurtured her back to health, and she races onward, heedless of her own well-being. As the sun kisses the horizon in the misty distance, they barely manage to reach the ouskirts of the Freefolk camp. Eirian whinnies once, in satisfaction or exultation, and then collapses to the ground, unmoving.*

 

[Bront]

Vanitri checks Eirian for a pulse before grabbing Lyrue and popping into the camp. "Send the signal now."

"Where is the Foturne Teller? Take me to her, quickly," Vanitri says to the freefolk.

 

[Rystil Arden]

*Eirian is still alive, but barely. She has beaten herself into total exhaustion. If not for her rider's strong bond, Eirian would not have survived.*

*Lady Lyrue nods and sends up a flare of sparkling blue pyrotechnics with her Arcane Mark.*

*Bemused by the elf's urgency, the Freefolk quickly point the way to the fortune teller, who is waving her palms over her crystal ball, telling the future of two young lovers.*