Running, so much running. Why is the floor so wet? Our boots are slashing in puddles of water, why is the water red? Why are these soldiers attacking us? Uncle Kalin is reaching out towards me as we run past. We should help him! My arm is being pulled so tightly, we don’t stop, we help no one.
I’m in a forest, it’s cold. Where’s Valis, the last I saw he was finishing reading the teleportation scroll and turning to the spillers that’s found us. I hope he’s alive, but why did he give me dads book? Where’s mom and dad, where’s everyone? I’m so cold. it’s been days since Valis teleported me into this forest.
So much walking, and ’m so hungry. Maybe I can catch that bird I’ve seen following me. It’s probably waiting for me to die so it can pick out my eyes for a snack. I’m almost out of berries. I wonder who left these for me last night. What’s that smell... FOOD, and music! I see smoke, just over the trees right there.
It’s been 10 years since I was in that forest alone. The Sarivaughty’s have been good to me, as good as a caravan of Gypsies can be. They taught me pottery, and my cups are selling quite well.
I even have an order of 30 more for a Lupine Tribe we came across a few days ago. I love working with my hands. Molding clay is like weaving magic; you focus on what you’re creating, you see it in your minds eye, you put your energy into it, and then you let your hands do the rest.
Making cups is easier then casting spells. I almost burnt down Mama Vassy’s carriage last time I tried that Firebolt spell from dads book. They call me Milton, they say it’s best I don’t use my real name ever again. Milton Coblestone, potter extraordinaire. I changed my voice too. That casters accent we were taught growing up needed to go. My father said the reason we spoke the way we did is because it helped with spell pronunciation and annunciation.
Everything was for magic in my family, everything. Mama Vassy said that we are headed to a Druid Enclave. She said they sent her a message, something about the herbs that they needed right away. “I sure hope the Druids don’t eat us Nicodemus,” I said to my best friend, a raven perched upon my shoulder.
it’s been 10 years since I left the caravan. Our time with the Druids did not go as planned, and I set out on my own after we reached Blackstone 6 months later. I was able to acquire and build my own mobile pottery shop, mom always said I had a way with building things. I’ve spent the last 10 years moving from city to city. Working the street markets, building my orders and clientele. I even joined a merchants guild who has given me so much work that I can hardly keep up.
I heard another rumor today, this one was about a caster fitting mom’s description was seen in Gravenmonte. She was defending some younglings against Chrism soldiers... bastards! It may be another dead end, but I must find out for myself. “Come on Nicodemus, everything is packed and it’s time for us to go. It’s a long walk to Gravenmonte.”
It’s been three months since I was attacked in the streets of Gravenmonte. After we lost 2 companions, Strada and I made our way to his monastery where we met two very strange individuals. Shortly after we arrived at the monastery, it was attacked; nearly everyone perished.
We made our way to Blackstone which was close by and I was re-forged into the man I am today. I’ve also made contact with my father who apparently is being held captive by the king. We have made contacts within the city; and have started putting the chess pieces in place to fight back against the Chrism. Scabs' heart is in the right place but he wants to arm his people.
They are extremely under trained and have no proficiency in any weapons or armor. We would be sending them to the slaughter. Bard is the wildcard in the group because I don’t know what he’s doing. He’s half metal, half elf, and 100% mysterious. I’ll keep my eye on him, something about him just isn’t right.
Strada is broken and reverting back to his more Orcish Tendencies. The Undying tries to mentor him when she can but her plate is pretty full. So the burden of helping him keep his temperature under control falls to me. Seratae, by some act of fate, has made her way back to us and is trying to find her place in our group. I also think she’s on some sort of spiritual renaissance as she figures out just what her connection to her God is or isn’t. I need to find my father. I need to find this mysterious mage enclave that Bard talked about.
The only way we’re going to win against The Chrism is if we have the casters, and my father with us. They should be our sole focus, as it is mine.
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