Redemption, or The Tale of Gael Thurae

Abandonment

After the strange mystic, the party decided to camp for the night.

Dirk and Artemis took the first watch.

And Vlorian dreamt…

I was in a cold room, the walls made of dark stone… Perhaps it was a dungeon. Maren stood, smiling, about ten paces in front of me. A shadome crept up behind him, and I saw a dagger drawn in the shadow’s hand. I tried to call out to him, to look out, to turn around, something, but no sound would come. I couldn’t even move. I watched as Maren was run through, and he fell dead. The shadow crept toward me, and I saw it was one of my companions, Phearafay. Once she reckognized me, she had a look of terror upon her face, and sadness in her eyes. I tried to speak again, but I only coughed and felt something wet on my lips. I went to wipe it away, and found it was blood. I looked down, and saw a deadly spike had run through my chest from behind, and I was covered in blood.

He awoke screaming and shaken, and told the party of his dream. Maren’s eyes grew wide as Vlorian described his nightmare.

Meanwhile, Marlux, sent by the Red Elves of Helmot as an ambassador, was traveling south along the road to Lumonia with her companion Miki. She was to speak with King Durdek and attempt to gain his favor (by whatever peaceful means necessary), not knowing of his death. Both her and Miki heard Vlorian’s screams and eventually saw the campfire by the ruins of the city. Though Marlux and Miki’s intentions seemed shady, the party needed more eyes and arms, and the pair was obviously skilled.

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