4th of Goodmonth 383 ONT, 1:18pm, Southern Evermoors, Argyle
Curtis trudged along the northward trail, following the easy pace of Maul Chalum, he could hear Levan pattering along behind him with Oswack and Soaz bringing up the rear. he adjusted the straps on his backpack and took a deep breath of the pine fresh air. It was good to be back in the Evermoors, for some reason it always felt more like home here than anywhere else. he looked back and saw Oswack heaving heavy breaths as he clambered along to keep up. Curtis jogged up to the front.
“Maul, we have to take a break, we’ve been on the road since dawn,” Curtis said in a low whisper. The Wild Elf gave him a baleful look, the group moved at perhaps a third the speed he would normally travel at, with at least twelve times the number of breaks he would take. It was a wonder they ever got anywhere. Curtis gave him his best ‘faun eyes’ and the Wild Elf grinned despite himself
“I hear a spring or creek not far from here, let us push to there, then we can lunch and drink our fill… fair?” Maul offered
“Sounds Great Maul,” Curtis said “a nice cool stream, maybe a nap in the shade… all sounds great” The Faun said with a smile
“Don’t push it” Maul said with mock seriousness.
The group hiked for another half hour before finding a shady clearing beside a burbling little brook. with the ancient red pines overhead the place gave excellent vision and was pretty bug free. Even Maul Challum had to admit it was an excellent resting point.
“Ok,” the Wild Elf put in, “We can camp here tonight, but I want us starting all the earlier tomorrow… deal?” whoops of happiness sealed the deal and in no time the party was hanging a tarp for cover, laying out bedrolls and collecting firewood. Curtis filled a pot with water and began pulling out spices and meats while Maul wandered the banks of the brook picking wild garlic and onions. The wild elf cheered to the astonishment of Curtis as he held up and handful of ripe fiddleheads. “I think their are trout up stream a bit to… hold off on the dry meat, let me try for something fresh tonight” he called. Curtis nodded, cleaning up and opted instead to stretch and take a short nap before starting his cooking duties, while he waited to see if Maul would grant them a better supper. the faun fished an apple from his backpack and took a big bite as he ideally wandering about the resting area, pulling heavier stones from under sleep mats and placing them in a ring for the fire. When his area was suitably comfortable he curled up on his bed roll, took his last two bites of apple and closed his eyes nodding into a light doze.
4th of Goodmonth 383 ONT, 3:16pm, Church Ground of the Goddess of the Night Wind, Chistles Point, Argyle
The man in simple peasants cloths approached the small smithy at the edge of the Goddess of the Night Winds Grounds. The Smithy seemed to be doing well, it staffed two dwarves a gnome and was run by a large Centaur who came out to greet him.
“Good Day Sir, I am Aranite, Smith of the Goddess of the Night Wind, how may I help you?” the Centaur said wiping his soot stained hands on a cloth as he trotted up to the counter. The Peasant man bowed his head deeply.
“Hello, I am Azeer, I am an Air Worshiper searching for any churches of the Goddess of the Night Wind, I would know her better” the man said. Aranite gave him a warm smile and extended a hand to shake it.
“Well met Azeer, you have come to the right place, the Goddess has indeed visited here, and has deemed this smithy be built until such a time that a proper temple can begin construction. I can tell you what I can of the Goddess from my interactions, but should warn you I am not a cleric” The Centaur said, coming out from behind the counter to speak with Azeer and lead him towards the fields dedicated to the Goddess.
4th of Goodmonth 383 ONT, 3:19pm, Shrine of the Goddess of the Night Wind, Chestnut Grove, Occupied Honastica, Argyle
King Hagnon bowed before the Alter of his Goddess, he was seeking to calm the stray thoughts in his mind. The last two days had started with slaves fleeing their masters to join his cause, he had offered sanctuary or riches as he had with all others and bolstered his number again. Even now Cenon and Pelious trained with the new recruits, forging them into a phalanx worthy of the Goddess. They had also attempted to reinforce their position, he had seen several riders approach, take stock of their activities and ride off, a battle would be about them soon, and he would need HER beloved wisdom in order to see his way to victory.
“My King” he heard Damocles say from behind him “This is Zamfir, he has risked much running the lines to know more of the Goddess” The King did not leave his bowed kneeling position, nor did he open his eyes
“So be it Democles, I believe we will see our enemy this day, please leave our guest and examine the defenses” King Hagnon said
“It will be done my King” Deomcles said, saluting with his fist over his heart and leaving the room. all was quiet for a long while before the King spoke
“So you have come to kill me, as a strike against my Goddess?” the King asked
“Why would you say that Good King Hagnon?” the voice of the man was soft as a whisper, but did not argue the point. Still Hagnon did not move
“My Goddess allows me to glimpse what is in a man’s heart… your heart belongs to another Goddess and is filled with anger and indignation towards me, you may be an assassin, but that does not mean you must be a liar; speak truth in your intent and own some nobility” their was a long pause, and Hagnon could hear the shifting of cloth behind him before a response came
“So be it, Aurora will not suffer this blasphemy any longer, your Goddess dares steal from her, she will be punished in this world and the others!” the man said leaping forward. Hagnon spun as he did catching the hand with a knife and holding it inches from his face.
“As… Written… In… the… Scrolls… SHE… DOES…WHAT… SHE… WANTS!” Hagnon pushed the man back with the last and pulled the athame from the alter as Zamfir reversed the grip on his own weapon and dropped into a crouched position.
“Sumbit and your death will be quick” Zamfir offered
“You attempt to kill a favoured of the Goddess of the Night Wind… I promise you, you death will be long and slow, and you will learn you folly well!” Hagnon replied, the two dashed forward and their knives met in a clang of battle.
4th of Goodmonth 383 ONT, 3:26pm, Southern Evermoors, Argyle
“Hello Levan, I am Nameer, I am search of the cleric named Curtis?” the grey clad man said to the small gnome on the fringe of the glade
To be Continued