Things become more interesting as events unfold. It all started after meeting the rebel leader, Edric Lanceguard. Edric told us to travel to the capitol of Sellador, the power-base for the church, . We were to seek out a sage by the name of Khalil, who resided in the plague ward district. Since we were to travel in disguise, I made purchase of mercentile provisions to pose as a fair-off merchant with his hired escort, of course. This ruse helped us access the city without trouble. It is a sad stat of affairs in . The plague has taken an ungortunate toll on these people. I am glad for any relief our visit was able to administer to them. Even Eldamar, though he dislikes the people of this nation, helped in feeding and caring for these people. Oh how I relate to the people. To see a loved on struck down by disease is one of the harshest of events one can go through in life. My beloved Elle was lost to such a thing and that pain will haunt me 'til we are reunited beyond. How I miss you, Elle. Forgive me, love, but our reunion must wait until this world is again at peace. Ahem, *wipes tears away* on to the meeting.
Eldamar was one of the first to meet with Khalil. I wonder if they knew at the time what an honor it was, for not only was he a powerful wizard, but the man also belong to an obscure religous sect known as the Ourgos. These men and women are worshippers of the High God, blessed with the ability to see all things past, present, and sometimes future. He told them how and who the heir of the Selladorian throne was, none other than the Lady Sarana Dalmont, a high-ranking general and paladin of Sellador's army. He bestowed a great honor on Dantas and myself, saying we should be the ones to approch Lady Sarana with the news of her heritage. We did this with relative ease, though I do feel remorsgul about using the guise of my departed friend High Praetor Ovallet. Her ladyship agreed to meet the seer and with a bit of illusions on my part we delivered ger safely, or so we thought.
In the midst of their talk, our Eldamar came rushing in to report a patrol coming toward the hovel. It would seem Sarana's unexpected departure did not go unnoticed. Khalil required some time to prepare the nescessory means of eggress for himself and the lady, so we gave it to him. Changing to his guise, I exited the building, my companions in my wake. *sigh* It pains me that a peaceful means was not available and much life was lost that night. I, myself, took two men's lives, and I weep for what was done. I can see in Eldamar's eyes, that he too shares my sorrow. Brandent worries me, though. It is one thing for a warrior to relish in the battle and truimph over his opponents, but the bloodlust that seems to capture him does not portent well.
We now gather round, preparing to travel to the old site of Llolyen, the Lake of Death. There we seek an old heirloom of the Selladorian monarchy, the Scepter Of Kings, which is believed to lie in the ancient vaults of the Aesian church. I fear, rightly so I believe, what evils lie amidst those old ruins. |
