Twosday, 4th Hand of Reaping, AN263
Seems things are more
complicated then I had originally anticipated. After the battle with
the goblins, we came to the camp of the Ducean faith, with what was
left of the caravan in tow. Of course, since we never even learned
our employers name, there was no way for us to get paid. Settling
into this fact, we decided to look into possibly buying some meager
supplies to get us through until we figured out what to do next.
Only, on the way there, we were summoned by some lady, still
wondering what was going on, we headed over to a rather large tent in
the compound.
What we learned was a
rather shocking revelation, The mythical Wardkeeper, a secret
position from Trant that maintains the wards that only allow one of
royal blood to sit upon the throne, Who called herself Tianna di'Arashay, the Twinborn witch to the one who employed us back home,
explained to us the young man we had protected, Tyrus,
was actually an heir to the throne, and the only surviving member.
Special magic had been cast upon him to conceal his legitimacy, until
now. To top this off, the Siyja'an Adjudicator who had been traveling with us
learned his half sister was the offspring of the last king of Trant. The Wardkeeper had a plan to keep them safe while we
gathered information about who was trying to kill them, we were now
integral pieces to protecting Trant's future. It was, overwhelming to
say the least. Not to mention it seems that the Wardkeeper was keenly
aware of the Archmage of the Arcanyx's wrongdoings and what I had
found out, it was like someone was peering into my mind, it was as
horrifying as it was fascinating. There was no time to discuss
academics with Lady Tianna however. She paid and us and gave us a
requisition order and instructed us to look into the goblins to the north and south. We
spent a long time after that preparing for our journey.
The next day, we woke up
early in our tent to the sound of panic. Callisto went to investigate
early, I still had to do my early morning memorization, the life of a
wizard is fraught with the simple pleasures of reading magic
notation, Zysohr be praised for that. Shortly thereafter we found out
that our charges were missing, while this was supposed to be the
safest place for them in all of Trant at the moment. Instead of
adding another couple bodies to an endeavor we hoped would be solved
shortly, we set off on our journey, to find information on who could
know, and want the heir's to the throne dead. Vissia, Callisto, the
Adjudicator, I think he mentioned his name was Siegfrido and I all
came for this expedition. After only a day of travel made it to a
town, they said it was Ravesoria, but no sooner did we arrive then
my brother made a fool of himself by trying to slyly dismount to
impress a local lady, only to fall on his ass. Then, trying to make
up for it, he swept the girl off her feet trying to show her some
fancy dance moves, only to knock her on her ass. This is reason we
can't have nice things. Thoroughly humiliated, he profusely
apologized and asked about goblins, the lady still bewildered told us
to speak to the village chief, not too much later, we spoke to him
and he directed us to where some goblins could of possibly been.
So we set out to find these
goblins, and maybe hopefully learn something. Only to Four goblins and two horses were in front of what looked to be an old mine. We wondered if the goblins had taken prisoners, and the horses were merely food, but it was strange that the horses would still even be alive then. We decided to take the fight to the goblins once Callisto was found trying to get a better look.
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