[Realms #430a] The Road North
"I know that you don't intend on dying, Huzair, but neither did Ixin or Karak or Ledare or Feln," Morier argued, gesturing with the sheathed Waveblade to indicate the shortsword sheathed at the wizard's hip. "To ensure that they don't fall into the wrong hands, would you please leave the elemental weapon with us so that the four keys remain together?"
"How many blades do you really need, sword boy," Huzair quipped, his hand resting protectively on Flameblade's pommel."Your father was right about your fixation with long pointy things. I wonder what that could mean?" He smiled devilishly as color rose unnaturally to Morier's cheeks.
"Huzair, I understand that you are loathe to part with your weapon," Shamalin interceded. "But, I can assure you that the swords will be protected, at least from scrying, until your return." Huzair turned on the cleric, his teeth bared.
"Look!" he snapped. "I will use the damned sword if anyone casts a spell on me or attacks me. It provides great protection and not only for me, but for all of us in our group. So back off. You are not getting it!"
Morier sighed the long weary sigh of a man who finds himself facing the same argument again and again, and having his words each time fall upon deaf ears. He looked first at Huzair, then at Ayremac and Ahlear who were both readying their gear and sighed again.
"Before we divide this party for what I am telling you now will be the final time, I ask you three to once more consider what we're charged with doing," the albino said. "Ayremac, you speak of justice... but if you back away from it for a moment it echoes with the tenor of vengeance. Put aside your anger for just a moment and ask yourself, how often does an action taken to satisfy one man's vengeance benefit the greater good?" For a moment Ayremac's resolve seemed to waiver, but then he took a deep breath and squared off with the albino.
"Morier, your words are moving because they resonate your conviction," he said. "You are wrong about vengeance, but I understand why you would see it that way. I am truly concerned with justice, Morier. You know that about me. I want to complete this quest, help to conquer Aphyx and save our realm... but I cannot turn my back on justice to do it. Please do not ask me to do so." The eldritch warrior's face took on a biter expression as he looked away from the holy warrior to address the group as a whole.
"I know that not everyone here remembers every one of them, but Ledare, Vade, Feln, Lela, and now Ixin and Karak have given their lives so that we could stand here together, in possession of four elemental keys that might allow us to reunite the heart and body of one that can defeat Aphyx. Do you hear those words??? DEFEAT APHYX!" He paused in his speech to give his words time to sink in, but when he continued a moment later his voice had lost none of its passion. "The six of us that stand here... help trigger the events that DEFEAT APHYX!!! Can we afford to lose one of these keys while we chase those who have taken our friends from us unjustly?"
"Morier, together we are an unstoppable force. Cut us in half and we are only half as effective," Huzair said suddenly. "Seriously, stay back in battle, you cannot be killed. I get that. But we can take this Sir Alechtus out with a well planned attack if we work together. I can use my spells. We have missile weapons and may have suprise. We are fully loaded! Do not call me a coward either; call me smart."
"I'm not calling anyone a coward, Huzair. But I am asking whether we can afford to risk another of our group to kill one man. WE are the ones that remain. Those of us who carry these keys have not been taken. Whether that is coincidence or providence, I can't say," the eldritch warrior continued. "But I can ask that we not tempt the fates any more than necessary. If we go our separate ways, neither group of us stands a great chance of survival and who knows what hands the elemental keys fall to then?" He looked at the three who were intent on seeking Alechtus; Huzair and Ahlear seemed resolute, but Ayremac was pondering the ramifications of the decision and that gave the albino hope.
"Please... come with us," Morier pleaded one last time and the Officer of Umba looked up at him intently.
"I will make you this deal... give us three turns of the sun. If we cannot track and kill this madman in that time, I will follow you with out question to the completion of this quest." Pausing, allowing the words to settle he extended his hand to Morier. "Do we have a pact?"
Without hesitation, Morier grasped Ayremac's hand firmly, a light smile turning at the corners of his mouth as he countered, "Two days. And we take the trail immediately." Ayremac returned the grin and nodded.
"Agreed," he said and looked at the others. "Everyone else on board?"
"Whatever you like," Shamalin said, relieved that they'd reached an agreement.
"Lets get moving then," Ayremac suggested.
And they did.
"So, Sadlar, are you sure that your mouse can track a man on horseback?" Huzair asked as they moved north away from the keep. "I still think that Sparky could do it faster. Or fly boy here could-"
"Pardon me, Huzair, but where would your familiar or Ayremac look?" Ahlear countered. "Nibble can tell us where he went and then you can send fliers." Huzair snorted and went back to chewing on the spiced meat strip that Ahlear had offered around earlier.
"The creature's sense of smell is an asset here," Anania called back. "It is able to follow a trail which would be otherwise obscured by the snow."
"Nibble naa i'ro, ilnaa i'ta," Ahlear said in flawless elven and Anania looked back at him somewhat startled by his fluency. She nodded.
"Manka lle merna," she told him. "Detholalle." Then she went back to closely following the rat.
"I am sorry, not being too familiar with the ways of the elves," Ayremac began. "What is the name you prefer to be called? Sadlar? Ahlear Marhaun?"
"Being human in elven society does not change my attitude regarding either," the druid answered. "You may call me Ahlear. It is my first name and will suffice for all our communication. It's easier this way..."
"My name is Ayremac, I am a Holy Warrior of Umba from the town of Frothingham," the half-celestial offered with a smile. "I started this quest searching for the cause of a foul disease which wiped out half that town. But it has lead me to these people and this quest to try and restore the goddess Dridana, to fight the rising power of Aphyx."
"Interesting indeed," Ahlear relied with a thoughtful nod. He kept his eyes on Nibble as they walked, but clearly gave Ayremac the rest of his attention.
"We had been searching for the 'keys', which turned out to be these ancient, and powerful elemental weapons and not keys at all," the holy warrior went on and his hand dropped to his side where Windblade normally hung but which now held only his morningstar. He cast a longing glance at the saddle that Ahlear carried over one shoulder. "I carried Windblade, the sword of elemental air."
"It's safer in there," Shamalin assured him. "Even if Huzair won't give up his own blade, at least I can shield the other three from Divination."
"The blade sounds useful," the druid told him. "It is powered by air, and this is my favorite element. Use it well."
"Assuming he gets it back," Huzair laughed, his own hand holding snuggly to the sheathed grip of Flameblade. Morier reached out a hand and gave Huzair a reproachful shove.
"It was an amazing adventure to retrieve the swords," Ayremac continued, ignoring Huzair as best he could. "We journeyed into an infested cave of negative energy and dispicable evil, then fought in an alternate realm of wind, water, fire, and earth to conquer a mental, physical and spiritual challenge. We lost some of our numbers there, but the gods, in their infinate generosity and wisdom have always provided us with someone new." He clapped a hand on Ahlear's back when he said this and the man turned to regard him strangely.
"It seems you take these deaths as just something to be accepted. Strange," the druid said. "I do understand that nature takes its due, and so do gods. But still, it is not in my nature personally to be complacent about this topic." Ayremac looked as if he'd been slapped and he faltered momentarily in his walking pace before he regained his composure.
"Not so, Ahlear," he said. "If anything, I have a great appreciation for death, and the mark it leaves on the living. I was not always Ayremac, Holy Warrior of Umba, you know. But that former life... that is something I prefer to keep locked away. Maybe sometime over a nice pint, when the evils of this quest have been quelled, I will tell you of that man and his simple life." He looked meaningfully at Shamalin but did not catch her eye.
"All in your own time and due course," answered the druid. "It is not mine to tread where you don't wish to go. And neither, I would hope, vice versa. I will await till you feel ready to diverge into this topic again." Ahlear stopped and gestured ahead. "But for now it seems likely that our quarry stuck to this road. Nibble has not left this course in over ten minutes. Why don't you fly ahead and see what you can see?"
"Wish me luck," Ayremac said and launched himself into the sky. Ahlear shielded his eyes and watched enviously as the holy warrior soared effortlessly through the heavens.
"Dumb ass should have taken the Invisibility Ring," Huzair groused and kept walking.
It didn't take Ayremac long to spot the place where the man had briefly set up a camp before pressing on. He was no tracker, but it was clear to him that someone had recently paused along the roadside long enough to build a small fire. Its remains were clearly visible despite being cold and half-filled in with blowing snow.
"I found a campsite," he said into the Ring of Communication and waited for the others to catch up.
"He slept here," Anania announced, indicating a spot on the snow that to the untrained eye looked exactly like everyplace else nearby. She reached into a snow drift and lifted up a gnawed ham bone. "He enjoyed a meal as well."
"The horses were hobbled over here," Ahlear said, nudging some spoor with the toe of one boot. "Two horses, just like the man said."
"Great," Huzair said impatiently. "What does your rat say?" Ahlear issued some commands in elvish and watched as Nibble snuffled around for a moment and then headed off down the snow choked road once more.
"He says that Alechtus continued on this way," the druid announced.
"You should call him back," Anania told him. She'd begun at once to follow the rat, but now stopped staring northward with her hand shielding her eyes from the sun setting to her left. "Someone's coming."
"Where?" Morier asked, hustling up to stand nearby. "I don't see anything."
"Me either," Huzair agreed, but Ayremac shook his head.
"I do," he said peering off into the distance. "She's right. It's a horse and an enclosed wagon. I make out a single driver." Huzair looked at him skeptically.
"You can see all that?" he doubted and again Ayremac nodded.
"I was trained extensively to spot clues that criminals did not wish me to see," he said simply. Then smiling he added, "Having celestial blood doesn't hurt either."
"What is your order?" Anania asked, looking pointedly at Morier. She had an arrow notched in her bow.