The gist of the reason we have to travel through the poisonous, desolate desert Kharsian wastes teeming with undead creature and other such unimaginable nightmares seems to be that The Dreaming goddess, um Lahantwene, sighed in her eternal sleep. Why she did is the purpose, which I think way have something to do with the creature that caused a powerful archain caster like Delartu to flee for weeks, but my studious boss Lord High Councelor Islan needs to see with his own eyes to there by analyse the situation better. On a side note I do so wish that there where more elves like these two, you know, appraise the situation (well, sometimes) and decide a course of action, end of story lets go. I mean think of it, so much more would actually get accomplished in Tel-Tanauril. But back to the matter at hand, the dream of the goddess, no pressure right. Aesia aid me, and in fact she has! I just remembered a tale of a past saint who prepared a special meal for his companians which made them immune to disease and sickness and a whole bunch of other things! Thank you Bright Lady, I will have to pray for that knowlege this evening and bring it to Lord Islan's attention. Its easy enough for Jacques, he doesn't even have to breath, the rest of us though, this should make our journey not only possible but comfortable as well.
Its nice to be outfitted again like an adventurere instead of a courtisian and while a breast plate isnt something you would normally miss mine brings me much comfort. I guess I'm a bit intimidated. In the past, in Sellador anyway, I was the one my companians looked to but among this group I pale in comparison. All that I ask is that Aesia grant me a way to be useful to these powerful heroes. Delartu will teleport us all as close as he can to Kharse after we break our fast and we walk from there. And I must say that I am very pleased that Lord Islan keeps on saying "that was the best chicken I've ever had" so the blessings of Aesia on us all.
It was an uneventful journey of a few days through the Kharse when the storm hit but the Heroes feast in the morning and a magic shelter Lord Islan provides us for resting in the evening sustained us through. On the third day of no travel my companians heard something that was clearly not apart of the storm, in fact it sounded like someone lost and crying. What can you do? Well, tie a rope around ourselves and find them for one which is what Aesia would have done and what we did. And we found an ancient pyramid temple. I think at this juncture I should best clarify the ancient bit, you know being human and short lived and all. The oldest elf on Geas, this was ancient to his great great grandfather. Jacques said that this kind of thing happens every now and again in the Kharse. Things just appear that had been forgotten for ages then get redevoured and reappear in another few ages. One can only image what else is buried here waiting to be found. We began triing to find the enterance because it seemed that the crying was coming from inside and entered. An ancient temple dedicated to the Sun School of martial arts, the school Jacques studies as it happens. There was much ancient lore in the form of pictographs on the walls which, no surprise to anyone Lord Islan, Jacques, and Delartu all wanted to study. I eventually got everyones attention back by reminding them that there was a person or persons in distress we came here to help. Elves. My appologies Bright Lady as you where one of them but come on, for a human a half hour/hour is a tenth part of our day which we don't get a lot of, to an elf whats a day, like a blink or something. As it turns out the crying was a trap so the elves could have taken there time, err, my time. There where 4 undead monks attacking an undead giant. From the looks of it they had been attacking this giant for centuries as the spirit was quite insane. Poor creature, Aesia have mercy on his soul. We dispatched the monks and she granted me the power to turn them away which should have been the end so I could begin sending the pitiful creature to his peace but the centuries of torture turned his soul to far for that and he attacked us and was destroyed.
While we where here we continued searching not in vain for there was another. One whom Amael told Jacques had died long ago. Well, it seems that he did die but Sinaan, founder of the Sun school, had not gone. Aesia have mercy! |
