Since the time of the transformation of the pack at the last elders council meeting, Silverbird had changed much. Not once since had he interrupted a speech from Stormfollower. He was pleasant in demeanour to him and smiled much more often in his company. At times they had been see alone in conversation as if they were father and son. Laughter had even been witnessed passing between them more than a few times. When the tribe had all donned their wolf form in those halls everyone had changed. With that one act Jetamio, in her wisdom had brought them all back to the empathic co-existence that their ancestors had once cherished as they cherished life.
But there are some ways that can never change in people. This is even truer of the old. Silverbird was still resilient to change and once more he sensed the turmoil Stormfollowers next actions would cause. And so his voice beat out his objection once again.
“Wolfheart,” as Stormfollower was also called” we know your path is ever to seek our best life but the council of the Northron tribes alliance has many other interests to consider and commitments to uphold.” His voice had taken on its old confidence since the time of the changing and everyone listened intently to his words” Your views…OUR views must be weighed against the other tribes interests and a fair mid road be chosen for us all. We are not alone up here and are increasingly impacted by the interests of those to the south and beyond as well. Take not your ideals too proudly forth for it would pain us to see you hurt again.”
Nodding once Stormfollower paused a moment to compose his thoughts for what he was about to reveal. He jumped down from the cart and walked among his people talking to many of them as individuals in turn but addressing the whole crowd.
“A cloud has descended over the eyes that seek tomorrow. Gone are the ways of the gentle touch of loving stewardships of the many coloured lands. And as new ways are forged into the future we forget that which has made us strong and sustained us through the ages. We see all around us, the evidence of a world depleting, and yet all seem powerless to reverse the course. Are we unwilling to avert the imminent collision with our certain fate? And where ages ago a child could have spoken clearly enough for all to hear, the simple truth of survival, now even the most learned are struck dumb to describe it. We can smell the acrid smoke yet we love the fire that keeps us warm. And for every morsel of the good life we enjoy now there will be a thousand days of fasting.
Worry not though peoples of the Wolf Clan. Our views will be heard and by beings that can discern our meaning and do something to change this track. My stop at the council will be brief. I promise there will be no trial of accusation or spectacle of revolt. I go there only as a requirement of my office to make clear my plans for revision.” Many people looked to each other unsure of what he was getting at.
“Our link to the past must be rekindled if things are to go right and so it is to the Ancient Ones I will travel once I take leave of the elders council. It is to them I take our message.”
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His words reverberated in the silence they begat.
The Ancients were never spoken of aloud by any but the council of elders and even then only when passing out a death sentance on one who failed his trials. They were said to dwell deep within the heart of the great mountain wich begat his people. When they had crawled forth from its sheltering gaves so many cycles ago, the Ancients had remained, undieing and ancient even then. Mortal yet undieing. It was also said that so great was thier age that they knew the will of the gods and could commune directly to them. Those who comited the gravest evils against the council of tribes were sent to them for jugement.Any who traveled to see them were never seen again. Some speculated that thiers was the last earthly stop before they reached thier final jugement. There were tales of those who had gone to see them, thinking themselves without guilt, and they too had never returned, It was supposed that they could see within ones soul and draw from it any wrong doing they had ever done. Passing jugement and doling out thier fatal punishments said to be terrible but just.
"Seeing your dissmay I can but assure you I will return. The Ancients must know how you all fare on the surface of our realms. If you are to survive they must intervene on our behalf. I am sure they will help you. Fret not my people, someone must act and no one has. So I say in the words of the great Bloodaxe. If not now then when? If not me then who?"
He smiled bravely at everyone many who now shed tears for him. Then without another word he began his journey. Hesufell followed close behind him drawing the heavily packed cart she was hitched to. Her hoves lifting high and proud as she ascorted him onward to his fate. Stormfollower stopped many times on his way out of the camp, first to kiss his wife and then his mother. He then paused briefly to wipe away a tear from little Snowraven and tickle her chin to steal a smile. He returned to her one of his own and continued on his way silently saying goodbye to each member of his pack.
The Ancients were never spoken of aloud by any but the council of elders and even then only when passing out a death sentance on one who failed his trials. They were said to dwell deep within the heart of the great mountain wich begat his people. When they had crawled forth from its sheltering gaves so many cycles ago, the Ancients had remained, undieing and ancient even then. Mortal yet undieing. It was also said that so great was thier age that they knew the will of the gods and could commune directly to them. Those who comited the gravest evils against the council of tribes were sent to them for jugement.Any who traveled to see them were never seen again. Some speculated that thiers was the last earthly stop before they reached thier final jugement. There were tales of those who had gone to see them, thinking themselves without guilt, and they too had never returned, It was supposed that they could see within ones soul and draw from it any wrong doing they had ever done. Passing jugement and doling out thier fatal punishments said to be terrible but just.
"Seeing your dissmay I can but assure you I will return. The Ancients must know how you all fare on the surface of our realms. If you are to survive they must intervene on our behalf. I am sure they will help you. Fret not my people, someone must act and no one has. So I say in the words of the great Bloodaxe. If not now then when? If not me then who?"
He smiled bravely at everyone many who now shed tears for him. Then without another word he began his journey. Hesufell followed close behind him drawing the heavily packed cart she was hitched to. Her hoves lifting high and proud as she ascorted him onward to his fate. Stormfollower stopped many times on his way out of the camp, first to kiss his wife and then his mother. He then paused briefly to wipe away a tear from little Snowraven and tickle her chin to steal a smile. He returned to her one of his own and continued on his way silently saying goodbye to each member of his pack.
His parting kiss was brief though intense and Jetamio stood frozen in indecision for moments after he left her and moved on down the line of people. She had heard enough of the legends to know the task he was undertaking was dangerous, and she could not bear to lose another one she loved. But she also know it was his sacred task.
Finally as he began to draw away on his cart, she darted out and jumped lightly up beside him.
"I'm going with you...at least as far as the caves." she said before he could interrupt her and make her get down.
Finally as he began to draw away on his cart, she darted out and jumped lightly up beside him.
"I'm going with you...at least as far as the caves." she said before he could interrupt her and make her get down.
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He smiled lovingly at her.
"Excellent, for besides your pleasing form and pleasant aura this helps us in another way...I am not much of a conversationalist as you know, and Heusfel so loves to listen. I am afraid she gets bored with my meditative silence sometimes. We are overjoyed you decide to join us.
He winks at the proud and tall black horse as she throws a look and a short whinny over her shoulder at him. They have been loyal companions for many seasons and one could never be found very far from the other. She will brook no saddle when ridden and seams to only now grugingly accept the task of cart puller. Stormfollower never refers to her as "his" and she is still wild and free in many respects.
"But you probably won`t want to come much further than Halas."
He looks at his wife questioningly.
"My company any further on this mission will come at a cost. The way will be bitterly cold this time of year and it will take many days. Unknown dangers may lay in wait. But worst of all we may employ no magic once we leave Halas and journey onto the Gaurding Sea. We have but our physical means to combat any trouble that might blow our way."
"Excellent, for besides your pleasing form and pleasant aura this helps us in another way...I am not much of a conversationalist as you know, and Heusfel so loves to listen. I am afraid she gets bored with my meditative silence sometimes. We are overjoyed you decide to join us.
He winks at the proud and tall black horse as she throws a look and a short whinny over her shoulder at him. They have been loyal companions for many seasons and one could never be found very far from the other. She will brook no saddle when ridden and seams to only now grugingly accept the task of cart puller. Stormfollower never refers to her as "his" and she is still wild and free in many respects.
"But you probably won`t want to come much further than Halas."
He looks at his wife questioningly.
"My company any further on this mission will come at a cost. The way will be bitterly cold this time of year and it will take many days. Unknown dangers may lay in wait. But worst of all we may employ no magic once we leave Halas and journey onto the Gaurding Sea. We have but our physical means to combat any trouble that might blow our way."
"All the more reason for me to go with you. Who will keep you right when the cold freezes your brain?" she grins playfully at him, though there is a hint of seriousness in her golden eyes.
She wasn't quite sure just how cold bitterly cold was by his standards. But she had stayed a winter or two with his tribe, especially when their children were young for them to know their own people, and she knew the cold there did not bother her much. Even then, she often dressed as she did now, in dyed red leather with much of her arms and back bare. On the occasion that even she felt cold, she simply took on the form of the wolf.
"May we use magic before we get there, or would it be anulled?" If she could shift forms before their destination, there would be little to worry at all for the weather.
She wasn't quite sure just how cold bitterly cold was by his standards. But she had stayed a winter or two with his tribe, especially when their children were young for them to know their own people, and she knew the cold there did not bother her much. Even then, she often dressed as she did now, in dyed red leather with much of her arms and back bare. On the occasion that even she felt cold, she simply took on the form of the wolf.
"May we use magic before we get there, or would it be anulled?" If she could shift forms before their destination, there would be little to worry at all for the weather.
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His tone is seriouse and there is no mistaking the graveness of his request.
"We could use magic at any point in the journey but we must refrain from doing so once we depart from Halas. Suffice to say that our track must remain secret. Any use of magic will alert those who would stop us to our location. Once we head out from Halas we will journey to the port of Qeynos where our ship is berthed. From there I will show you the chart I have prepared"
Placing a warm arm around her shoulder he draws he in close to his side and shares his fur blanket across both thier legs.
"I have made every provision for our trip" He smiles wryly at her "And dont worry, your favourite scarf is packed with the rest of your things back there."
He nods back at the well wrapped cart behind them and begins to laugh merrily.
"We could use magic at any point in the journey but we must refrain from doing so once we depart from Halas. Suffice to say that our track must remain secret. Any use of magic will alert those who would stop us to our location. Once we head out from Halas we will journey to the port of Qeynos where our ship is berthed. From there I will show you the chart I have prepared"
Placing a warm arm around her shoulder he draws he in close to his side and shares his fur blanket across both thier legs.
"I have made every provision for our trip" He smiles wryly at her "And dont worry, your favourite scarf is packed with the rest of your things back there."
He nods back at the well wrapped cart behind them and begins to laugh merrily.
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It was a rainy day when they finally reached the pass into the council grounds. The dolmans stood as silent sentries as ever they had and Stormfollower jumped down from heavily laden wagon.
"I won’t be long my love" He kissed her hand and headed toward the great stone doors of the chambers.
Usually it would have been a very long wait while the council decided how to received a petitioner but since the Trial of Stormfollower when Jetamio had shown them all their real minds by transforming them all into true wolves there was no more pretence. The people could come and go as they pleased and as long as the council was not engaged with someone else their words would be heard as soon as possible. Things were running much smoother these days. No more was the council to be feared as was their position in the past. Now everyone had seen that facade when their minds had met as wolves. And as quickly as they had transformed all the posturing games of man had blown away like chaff from wheat.
Where once the scowls and furrowed brows of the elders had met him now there was pleasant acknowledgment of the Shaman of the Wolf Clan.
He was a hero to them for they too had seen his intent. With the bringing of his wife to their ranks, a druid and an elf, he had led them back to their ancestral path and murmurs of a rebirth of the Combine Empire had begun to ripple through the tribes.
"Great Fathers..." Stormfollower began as soon as he had entered the main hall. He walked with steady confidence towards the great basalt dais. "Honoured Mothers...I have come now before you to tell of our bright future." He smiled at them with the wide smile of sincere joy.
Never before in all our tribes’ histories have we been more as one. The feuds of our grandfathers have been exposed for their mendacity. Everywhere the great name of our Northron peoples is spilling from the tongues of an astonished world. Never before has such a myriad of races come together to call themselves a people, as one in their vision, as one in their might."
The council leaned forward one by one as he spoke, some eyes narrowed in deep reflection of his words and smiles of agreement twinkled across their ancient faces.
"I come to you now for the last time." These words struck them suddenly serious, their smiles melting to dismay.
"I come to you now for the last time here. These halls no longer needed for our people have a unity without conflict. Our Law is whole and followed truly by all. Our Law is finally understood for what it was meant to be. Every member of our many coloured land understands their role with perfect synergy to all others. So what uses have we for these halls but for shelter from the coming storms." He throws his arms open wide and spins in place.
"All these stones have seen our folly, have witnessed how we interpreted the wisdom of the ages, and have been present in the doling out of punishments for things we chose to fear. But no more! Now we have the power of our forefathers coursing through our veins and our course is clear. From now unto the end of endings let this place stand not as a mill stone in the man made mechanical monster of judgment. It is now and forever the symbol of Justice reclaimed!"
The elders nodded and saw that he was right. Their roles in the last few months had been evolved to that of record keepers and executors of the will of the people. It was a role which they now held deeply in honour. No longer were they the mortal hands of the Hammers but more the collective mind of the wolves of the north.
Stormfollower continued happily “One thing remains to be done before we set out on our greatest of hunts. Someone must seek the blessing of the Ancients. That someone will be me. I will set out now to the great Mother Mountain from whence we poured so many ages ago. To delve into its depths on a geas born from our collective need for the knowledge that they still reside their and keep our spirits strong with their Power. Nothing you can say will stop me for I have gathered their visions. All will be well." He raised one hand high, palm towards them. "There is nothing to fear! There is nothing to fear."
With that he bowed low before the twelve elders and turned quickly on his heal without a word from any present, though they feared he may be wrong. For such was the power of his conviction.
When he returned to his wife she was brushing some burrs from Hesufels long mane. And as she looked up at him he smiled a great smile back at her.
"Now we ride to Qeynos, where she waits for us. The great ship Goblin will be our home for a while from there."
He jumps up to the reigns of the wagon and throws open the great fur for his wife to climb into before closing its warmth around them both.
"I won’t be long my love" He kissed her hand and headed toward the great stone doors of the chambers.
Usually it would have been a very long wait while the council decided how to received a petitioner but since the Trial of Stormfollower when Jetamio had shown them all their real minds by transforming them all into true wolves there was no more pretence. The people could come and go as they pleased and as long as the council was not engaged with someone else their words would be heard as soon as possible. Things were running much smoother these days. No more was the council to be feared as was their position in the past. Now everyone had seen that facade when their minds had met as wolves. And as quickly as they had transformed all the posturing games of man had blown away like chaff from wheat.
Where once the scowls and furrowed brows of the elders had met him now there was pleasant acknowledgment of the Shaman of the Wolf Clan.
He was a hero to them for they too had seen his intent. With the bringing of his wife to their ranks, a druid and an elf, he had led them back to their ancestral path and murmurs of a rebirth of the Combine Empire had begun to ripple through the tribes.
"Great Fathers..." Stormfollower began as soon as he had entered the main hall. He walked with steady confidence towards the great basalt dais. "Honoured Mothers...I have come now before you to tell of our bright future." He smiled at them with the wide smile of sincere joy.
Never before in all our tribes’ histories have we been more as one. The feuds of our grandfathers have been exposed for their mendacity. Everywhere the great name of our Northron peoples is spilling from the tongues of an astonished world. Never before has such a myriad of races come together to call themselves a people, as one in their vision, as one in their might."
The council leaned forward one by one as he spoke, some eyes narrowed in deep reflection of his words and smiles of agreement twinkled across their ancient faces.
"I come to you now for the last time." These words struck them suddenly serious, their smiles melting to dismay.
"I come to you now for the last time here. These halls no longer needed for our people have a unity without conflict. Our Law is whole and followed truly by all. Our Law is finally understood for what it was meant to be. Every member of our many coloured land understands their role with perfect synergy to all others. So what uses have we for these halls but for shelter from the coming storms." He throws his arms open wide and spins in place.
"All these stones have seen our folly, have witnessed how we interpreted the wisdom of the ages, and have been present in the doling out of punishments for things we chose to fear. But no more! Now we have the power of our forefathers coursing through our veins and our course is clear. From now unto the end of endings let this place stand not as a mill stone in the man made mechanical monster of judgment. It is now and forever the symbol of Justice reclaimed!"
The elders nodded and saw that he was right. Their roles in the last few months had been evolved to that of record keepers and executors of the will of the people. It was a role which they now held deeply in honour. No longer were they the mortal hands of the Hammers but more the collective mind of the wolves of the north.
Stormfollower continued happily “One thing remains to be done before we set out on our greatest of hunts. Someone must seek the blessing of the Ancients. That someone will be me. I will set out now to the great Mother Mountain from whence we poured so many ages ago. To delve into its depths on a geas born from our collective need for the knowledge that they still reside their and keep our spirits strong with their Power. Nothing you can say will stop me for I have gathered their visions. All will be well." He raised one hand high, palm towards them. "There is nothing to fear! There is nothing to fear."
With that he bowed low before the twelve elders and turned quickly on his heal without a word from any present, though they feared he may be wrong. For such was the power of his conviction.
When he returned to his wife she was brushing some burrs from Hesufels long mane. And as she looked up at him he smiled a great smile back at her.
"Now we ride to Qeynos, where she waits for us. The great ship Goblin will be our home for a while from there."
He jumps up to the reigns of the wagon and throws open the great fur for his wife to climb into before closing its warmth around them both.
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The road to Qeynos was quiet and mostly uneventfull. There was of course the everpresent Gnolls of Blackburrow. However they were no match for the couple.
Stormfollower reveled in the company of his wife and they spoke at great lengths with each other...something they had not done in some time. Just being alone together without the background noise of thier children or the members of thier tribe was bliss to him, headless of the dangers wich lay ahead.
Their had been a strange quiet from the alliance lately so Stormfollower had deamed this would be a perfect time for this trek. He hoped it meant all was well and not that they had lost interest in maintaining ties to his nothron peoples.
Stormfollower reveled in the company of his wife and they spoke at great lengths with each other...something they had not done in some time. Just being alone together without the background noise of thier children or the members of thier tribe was bliss to him, headless of the dangers wich lay ahead.
Their had been a strange quiet from the alliance lately so Stormfollower had deamed this would be a perfect time for this trek. He hoped it meant all was well and not that they had lost interest in maintaining ties to his nothron peoples.
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The three waited outside Qeynos for the arrival of Stormfollower. It had been quite some time since he had been seen by any of the Alliance and Gilliadson had become concerned. Scouts had been sent out to watch for him and to alert the Knight when he had been found. The last report received was of Stormfollower and his wife entering Blackburrow from Halas. Gilliadson figured they would be heading to the Port of Qeynos so he gathered Sineliniel and Myrikel together and rode to meet with him before he went too much further on whatever journey he was on.
Myrikel could feel the love-bonds between the various people in the city behind her as well as the one that existed between her parents and herself. She concetrated and pushed all of that into the background of her consciousness while she extended the reach of her sense toward Qeynos Hills. Once the couple they sought exited Blackburrow, she would feel them.
"They should be coming out soon." Said Gilliadson. "The Gnolls of Blacburrow are no match for either of them alone."
Myrikel could feel the love-bonds between the various people in the city behind her as well as the one that existed between her parents and herself. She concetrated and pushed all of that into the background of her consciousness while she extended the reach of her sense toward Qeynos Hills. Once the couple they sought exited Blackburrow, she would feel them.
"They should be coming out soon." Said Gilliadson. "The Gnolls of Blacburrow are no match for either of them alone."
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Since the Wolf Cults latest culling of the gnolls things were very subdued in Blackburrow. As he and Jetamio passed through, Stormfollower found he was no longer overcome by his normal contempt for these miscreants. Instead his feeling turned more to pity and he spared many of the lower whelps their lives. His ancient gnollish chain armor was tribute enough to his slaying of their kin. And many a fleeing echoe called out his name in their yipping tongue. Before long they were through and in the green and rolling Qeynos hills.
Stormfollower breathed deeply of the early morning air, a well appreciated contrast to the stinking caves of the gnolls. He wiped the grime of his battles within Blackburrow from his mace and shield on the dewy grass and set about in preparation for the last leg of their journey.
"Jetamio, my sweet." He turned to her as he returned Hesuefell and the heavily laden cart to normal size with the secret gesture of dismissal to a shrinking spirit then swung up to take the dusty reins. "Let us swear a sacred rede... to never let those wretched creatures return to their ancient power. Let us keep a constant vigil O`er those caves and continually render their numbers low leaving their evil intent without teeth. Let us be the retribution of outraged Nature"
Satisfied with his decree he gave a click from his cheek to urge the great horse into motion. But when Hesuefell pawed the ground and gave a worried neigh he looked in the direction of her stare only to catch the retreating silhouette of a rider spurring his mount towards the bustling city of Qeynos.
Giving Jetamio a concerned glance he spoke with suspicions intonation. "It would seam our path is of some interest to someone and that being is now forewarned of our approach."
Stormfollower breathed deeply of the early morning air, a well appreciated contrast to the stinking caves of the gnolls. He wiped the grime of his battles within Blackburrow from his mace and shield on the dewy grass and set about in preparation for the last leg of their journey.
"Jetamio, my sweet." He turned to her as he returned Hesuefell and the heavily laden cart to normal size with the secret gesture of dismissal to a shrinking spirit then swung up to take the dusty reins. "Let us swear a sacred rede... to never let those wretched creatures return to their ancient power. Let us keep a constant vigil O`er those caves and continually render their numbers low leaving their evil intent without teeth. Let us be the retribution of outraged Nature"
Satisfied with his decree he gave a click from his cheek to urge the great horse into motion. But when Hesuefell pawed the ground and gave a worried neigh he looked in the direction of her stare only to catch the retreating silhouette of a rider spurring his mount towards the bustling city of Qeynos.
Giving Jetamio a concerned glance he spoke with suspicions intonation. "It would seam our path is of some interest to someone and that being is now forewarned of our approach."
Jetamio had been distracted on some of the journey, and had been rather quiet. The nearer they got to Qeynos the more vivid the visions became. Visions of the past overlapping the present, a time when the gnolls were far stronger in numbers and a Temple to Bertoxxulous built.
Stormfollower hadn't seem to notice anything out of the ordinary so she kept quiet which she sorted out past from present. But it worried her that time was unfraying as she watched.
She nodded with a smile to Storms rede, she had little love for the gnolls and their stinking warrens.
But the sight of the other rider dashing off towards Qeynos made her frown. "Perhaps we should skirt around the city?"
Stormfollower hadn't seem to notice anything out of the ordinary so she kept quiet which she sorted out past from present. But it worried her that time was unfraying as she watched.
She nodded with a smile to Storms rede, she had little love for the gnolls and their stinking warrens.
But the sight of the other rider dashing off towards Qeynos made her frown. "Perhaps we should skirt around the city?"
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Stormfollower sat still. His left eye was closed and now his clouded right eye gave him an eirie look.
"Nay Jetamio" He spoke as if from a deep sleep. " I see what our tracker sees. Let us follow him in secret and uncover the nature of his geas master."
Blindly clamoring off the cart he reached out his hand to Jetamio. "Hesuefell will follow at a distance so we may be more discreet in our tailing. Yet... I must be led for with his sight as mine I am blind to our present surroundings. Quickly now. We must not let the distance between us become too great"
"Nay Jetamio" He spoke as if from a deep sleep. " I see what our tracker sees. Let us follow him in secret and uncover the nature of his geas master."
Blindly clamoring off the cart he reached out his hand to Jetamio. "Hesuefell will follow at a distance so we may be more discreet in our tailing. Yet... I must be led for with his sight as mine I am blind to our present surroundings. Quickly now. We must not let the distance between us become too great"
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"They have exited the Gnoll Lair, Father." Said the young Lady Knight. "I can feel the bond between them."
"Well done, Daughter." Said Gilliadson. "We shall await them here. Have you ladies prepared the gift?"
"We have. Leofa." Replied Sineliniel. "It is quite warm indeed." The Elementalist brought a small orb out from under her cloak.
"Well done, Daughter." Said Gilliadson. "We shall await them here. Have you ladies prepared the gift?"
"We have. Leofa." Replied Sineliniel. "It is quite warm indeed." The Elementalist brought a small orb out from under her cloak.
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Jetamio and Stormfollower cautiously trailed the scout towards Qeynos and upon seeing him approaching Gilliadson he dropped his spirit vision,
"Aha!" he laughed "It is Gilliadson who watches out for us. He, Sineliniel and their lovely daughter Myrikel await us at the docks!"
They waited a few minutes for Hesuefell to catch up with the cart. It was hard for any to tell what was stowed away in the well packed cart she drew. And recognizing Stormfollower, no one questioned them about its contents as they entered the great city . Hesuefell was enjoying the hard work and pulled proudly, her hooves clacking on the cobbled streets. Stormfollower led her now by the reigns though she knew the way to the port authority well. This was not the first time she had pulled a load to these docks. Once at the office Stormfollower left the Harbinger with a note and a nod to go about his inspection of the carts cargo before loading while he and Jetamio hurried out to the dock to meet with their old friends.
"Hail Gilliadson!" He bellowed across the busy port with a voice like thunder. He waved to get the knight attention though it was not needed as he stood head and shoulders above most of the humans here.
"Aha!" he laughed "It is Gilliadson who watches out for us. He, Sineliniel and their lovely daughter Myrikel await us at the docks!"
They waited a few minutes for Hesuefell to catch up with the cart. It was hard for any to tell what was stowed away in the well packed cart she drew. And recognizing Stormfollower, no one questioned them about its contents as they entered the great city . Hesuefell was enjoying the hard work and pulled proudly, her hooves clacking on the cobbled streets. Stormfollower led her now by the reigns though she knew the way to the port authority well. This was not the first time she had pulled a load to these docks. Once at the office Stormfollower left the Harbinger with a note and a nod to go about his inspection of the carts cargo before loading while he and Jetamio hurried out to the dock to meet with their old friends.
"Hail Gilliadson!" He bellowed across the busy port with a voice like thunder. He waved to get the knight attention though it was not needed as he stood head and shoulders above most of the humans here.
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"Greetings old friend!" Shouted the Knight as he waved. The party of three rode to the tall Halasian. "It is good to see you and your lovely wife again! We have been concerned that we had not seen you in some time so we sent out scouts to look out for you hoping that you both were well."
"It is indeed good to see you both again, Lady Jetamio" Piped in Sineliniel. "It appears that the two of you are on some journey. Young Myrikel and I put our talents together and conjured up a little something to help keep you warm." Sineliniel held out a small red orb that radiated warmth. "It is a heartstone. It emanates no magic since its warmth is powered by lovebonds. May it always keep the two of you warm since I know how much the two of you love the colder realms."
"It is indeed good to see you both again, Lady Jetamio" Piped in Sineliniel. "It appears that the two of you are on some journey. Young Myrikel and I put our talents together and conjured up a little something to help keep you warm." Sineliniel held out a small red orb that radiated warmth. "It is a heartstone. It emanates no magic since its warmth is powered by lovebonds. May it always keep the two of you warm since I know how much the two of you love the colder realms."